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“So cute,” Mo Ran drawls into his ears.
Chu Wanning feels exactly seconds away from slapping him.
“So adorable, all dressed up like this, A-Ning,” Mo Ran continues. His hand gets dangerously close to where Chu Wanning is already soaking wet; so soaking, in fact, that it’s started dripping out from the baby pink lace panties that his teacher has put him into. Mo Ran can probably tell, even if he can’t theoretically see, given they’re covered by the light blue ruffles of the skirt that Mo Ran has dressed him in.
Chu Wanning hates it. He really does. He doesn’t want to be dressed up like this, because he’s not a girl, no matter what he looks like, but at the same time, it’s-
“Love the way your thighs look in those fluffy little thigh-highs. Gege is so happy he got these for you.”
“Laoshi… stop,” Chu Wanning wheezes, but he can’t really do anything. His hands are bound to the bed post, and so are his ankles, though they’re propped up on the bed. The skirt is long enough that it falls over his knees, hiding those disgusting, pink lace panties. The blue ruffles of it are a little scratchy against the sensitive skin of his knees and thighs, where they bunch up against his legs.
“Hm. No, I don’t think I will, “ Mo Ran laughs. His hands stroke up his thighs again, through the fine hair on them.
(Chu Wanning wished it was more. He wished for it both because he wants to be older already, because he’s scared that Mo Ran will lose interest in him because he’s only thirteen, and there are bound to be much more interesting adults out there, but also because he doesn’t want to be a girl at all.)
Mo Ran’s fingers hook into where the thigh highs end, a good way over his knees. They’re fluffy, striped, and come with cat ears and a cat face at the top. Mo Ran’s finger swipes past the ears, once, back and forth.
His breath hitching in his throat, Chu Wanning almost whines for him to get on with it already.
“So cute. Say, is that bra comfortable?”
“You- shut up already!”
Because that’s probably the worst part. The fact that Mo Ran got him a bra. For some reason, it’s even perfectly his size. It matches the baby pink lace panties, though it comes with a little bow and a bell dangling down, landing in between white ruffles that match the hem of the skirt and the white stripes of the thigh highs.
…To be fair. Chu Wanning may not hate the thigh highs, simply because they’re all soft and fluffy against his legs, and thus, they’re comfy.
He’s not going to tell his teacher that, though.
“I won’t shut up if I’m concerned, you know? Is it comfortable? I need to make sure those cute little tits don’t feel unwell, don’t I?”
If Chu Wanning could, he’d slap him. He really and truly would. His face is burning with the things Mo Ran is saying. And then, it burns, because Mo Ran retracts his hands from under his skirt, and instead brings them up to the hem of the bra, where the wire is.
It fits perfectly, is the issue. Sure, Mo Ran has seen him naked before, and they’ve done this before, but he shouldn’t have such an easy time picking out something in the exact right size.
“A-Ning,” Mo Ran says again as his fingers trace the wire, from one side to the other, and then wrap around either side of his breasts to give them a small squeeze. Chu Wanning turns his head. He hates his body, that much is true, and he’d never normally dress like this, but…
“You look beautiful like this.”
But he knows that Mo Ran sees him as a boy, no questions asked. As soon as they stop doing this, Mo Ran will effortlessly treat him like a normal boy again, and so, in a bizarre way, Chu Wanning doesn’t actually mind this.
“I don’t,” he whispers anyway, but Mo Ran only leans in to kiss him.
(Chu Wanning still can’t believe that they kiss these days. it feels way too unreal of a thing to him. That his teacher likes him back. And he may be scared that he’ll stop liking him back, but that doesn’t mean that Chu Wanning doesn’t believe him.)
“Yes, you do, you little idiot. Such a pretty little girl.”
Chu Wanning gives a tiny whine at the term, entirely against his will. He doesn’t know what it is, it’s just…
Mo Ran treats him like a boy. So, when he suddenly treats him like a girl after all, it feels forbidden. Like Chu Wanning was born a boy, like everyone always thinks of him like that.
He doesn’t feel like Mo Ran is treating him like a girl at all. He feels like Mo Ran is treating him like a boy that’s dressing up as a girl.
So it’s fine. So it feels forbidden in the most delicious of ways, despite that discomfort of course residing within him, at wearing a skirt and other such girly clothes. But it’s fine, as long as it’s Mo Ran.
“You like being called that, huh?” Mo Ran suddenly laughs, and he pulls on those thigh highs just enough for them to snap back in place when he lets go. “You’re a really pretty girl, but are you going to be good for your Laoshi, too?”
Chu Wanning tries to glare at him, but he has a strong feeling that it’s not working really well. Not in those clothes anyway. He looks down his own chest awkwardly, pink lace wrapping right around them, that little bell giving the tiniest jingle when he moves.
Mo Ran sits down between his legs suddenly and parts them.
“If you promise to be good and let me rub myself off on you in a bit, then I’ll eat you out, okay?”
Oh.
How could Chu Wanning possibly say no to that? He diverts his eyes, hoping that Mo Ran gets the message. He might be unable to say ‘no’, but he certainly can’t say ‘yes’, either. Truth be told, Mo Ran using his mouth and tongue on him is probably his favourite thing. He thinks that Mo Ran putting it in, he’d even prefer, but he’s not done that yet.
(Does he not want him that way?)
“Hey. Are you okay, A-Ning?” Mo Ran suddenly asks, which makes Chu Wanning properly look at him, kneeling, already grabbing the hem of his skirt and quietly pushing it back. “If you’re uncomfortable…”
“No,” Chu Wanning mumbles, because he doesn’t actually want Mo Ran to think that at all. “No, I just… why?”
“Huh?”
“Why do you never…”
He can’t physically pronounce it.
“Hm? Speak up, baby.”
Fine. He’ll just have to say it, then. Whether he wants to or not. Chu Wanning steels himself, and he grabs the fabric of that skirt in his hands, and absolutely refuses to look at Mo Ran.
“Why do you never put it in?”
It comes out all wheezy and insecure, and he really and truly hates himself for that. He wished he could’ve been brave and just asked it in a normal voice, but-
“Please, A-Ning,” Mo Ran sighs, looking down his own body, and then running his broad hand all the way down Chu Wanning’s thigh, until his thumb comes to rest right on his clit. Chu Wanning shivers at the sudden touch right where he’s been aching for ages now. “I’d break you.”
“But-“
“You think I don’t want to?” Mo Ran asks, pushing the nail of his thumb into him. An uncharacteristic little squeak escapes Chu Wanning about that. “Please. Don’t ask me again, or I’ll actually do it, and I won’t be able to stop myself, and you’ll just ache for days.”
“So it’s- it’s not because you don’t like me, Laoshi?”
“Don’t like-“
Mo Ran doesn’t even finish his own sentence. He just blinks down at Chu Wanning for a while, the air between them so thick with something, before he suddenly seems to snap.
Chu Wanning’s legs are hoisted up on Mo Ran’s shoulders, and he can’t even do anything before a thumb and an index finger pull those panties to the side, and then, Mo Ran’s face is already buried in him.
Now that’s-
“Laoshi-“
“Hm? Don’t act like you don’t want this, A-Ning. You were just begging for my cock. God, so beautiful. You want me to fuck you because that’s what men do to girls?”
“I- I’m just-“
“Hm?” Mo Ran asks as he nuzzles him down there, and then there’s something broad and wet, and he licks a stripe right from where Chu Wanning knows he’s leaking all the way up what he’s learned is his clit, which is where it feels best.
“Laoshi-“
“I could ruin you, you know? If I really put it in, you’d break. I’m way too big to do that, let’s wait a bit-“
“I want it, though,” Chu Wanning mumbles out in between hasty little moans as Mo Ran licks another stripe across him, tongue darting in between his folds, and dipping inside just the tiniest bit. “I really do.”
He’s not sure why he’s suddenly insisting on it, either, but he feels his eyes tear up, even. They burn, and then they get all wet, and then, some are already spilling over.
“I really want it.”
Mo Ran forces his thighs further apart. He doesn’t answer. He just starts eating him out like his life fucking depends on it suddenly, groaning into him. Chu Wanning hears a belt being unbuckled, and he watches as Mo Ran struggles out of his pants, though his eyes fall shut when Mo Ran’s tongue starts lapping away at him in quick little motions, in between kisses that he plants on his inner thigh and the sucks he gives him.
Chu Wanning lets out a rattled little moan at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. The panties get in the way once, but then, Mo Ran just rips them open, and then he’s right back in between his legs, his mouth making poor Chu Wanning go absolutely insane.
“Laoshi, I want it,” he whines again, unsure why he keeps asking for it, because rationally, he knows that Mo Ran is way too big, but he can’t help but want it.
Mo Ran saying that this would be what men do to girls is still stuck in his mind, and tiredly, Chu Wanning reaches up to start clinging to Mo Ran’s hair. That’s right. Mo Ran is so much older than him, and he’s his teacher, but the sense that this is so forbidden, on top of these awful clothes is just…
The skirt rustles with the way Mo Ran keeps having to shove it out of the way, like he regrets that he’s ever put it on Chu Wanning. Once he’s pinned it in place and taken one of Chu Wanning’s hands to hold it firmly to his stomach, exposing his pussy to the air for good, he reaches up both of his hands.
In between the way Mo Ran starts fondling away at his chest and the air hitting him down below, drying Mo Ran’s spit whenever he’s letting go of him again, Chu Wanning lets out a proper moan. A really loud one.
“Yes,” Mo Ran grunts into him, humming against him, blowing air onto his clit and then giving it a small bite, “yes such a good girl, want you to get really close for me, okay? If you really want me inside you, then you have to be properly wet, okay?”
“Hm-“ is the only thing Chu Wanning is able to say, just giving a confused little nod, his heart fluttering at the thought that Mo Ran might really give him what he wants, and with how close he’s already getting, this won’t be all too difficult at all.
“So pretty like this,” Mo Ran moans against him, “no one will ever be as cute as you, darling, and only I’ll ever get to see you like this, ‘cause no one else is even allowed to call you a good girl, are they? You’d hate it if it was anyone but me-“
“Yes,” Chu Wanning mumbles, holding onto his skirt with one hand and Mo Ran’s hair with the other. “Only you-“
Only you’re allowed to call me that, because you’re the only one I trust not to actually see me like that. Only you’re allowed to make me dress up like this and fuck me after.
Mo Ran sucks him in and starts licking after, and Chu Wanning’s thighs clamp shut around Mo Ran’s head about it.
“Close?” Mo Ran asks, though his voice comes out so muffled that Chu Wanning can barely even tell what he’s saying.
He just nods, because whatever Mo Ran’s asked, it’s probably right anyway.
Indeed, Chu Wanning’s pleasure climbs in no time at all, and right as he’s about to shatter and come in Mo Ran’s mouth, Mo Ran distances himself. He breaks off, only a trail of spit and something else that’s much sticker than spit connecting his nose and lips to where Chu Wanning is pink, some of that fuzz on him clinging together with how wet he’s gotten.
He gives a garbled little noise at the lack of contact, but Mo Ran just forces his legs down into the mattress instead now, and Chu Wanning even hates how Mo Ran isn’t thumbing away at his nipples through that bra again.
But that’s okay, because in the next second, Mo Ran has planted his feet firmly into the mattress, so that Chu Wanning is all wide and open, and then, he suddenly leans over him.
And Chu Wanning feels something brushing against him, and then it pushes against him, the head of it blunt and so big, and then Mo Ran presses-
“Don’t you dare complain now,” Mo Ran mumbles into his ear, biting it once and then starting to pepper his cheeks in little kisses. “You asked for this. Wanning, my good boy, I love you so much-“
Because Mo Ran, when it comes down to it, absolutely does see him as a boy. And he loves him.
He… loves him?
Chu Wanning’s brain feels all muddled, and so, the pain of Mo Ran pushing more barely even registers. It only does when he’s inside, because it’s so terribly sharp and heavy, because Mo Ran is so, so big, but he’s also definitely…
Only then does the head of it actually pop inside.
Chu Wanning lets out a sigh, half in relief, half in pain, because Mo Ran is inside of him.
Mo Ran is inside of him, right here and now, and he’s so big and his spine is tingling and he wants Mo Ran all the way so he angles his hips upwards and moves them towards him a little, and Mo Ran slips in further and it hurts more and Chu Wanning-
He comes.
Just like that, he comes, right on Mo Ran’s dick, with a little cry, a mix of pleasure and pain. His jaw opens all on its own, and something warm floods him, and Mo Ran inside of him seems to be moving but he’s not actually moving, and it’s so much. It’s just so much. Chu Wanning cries throughout the entirety of his orgasm, as he convulses around that big thing inside of him, and it hurts so much, but just the thought that Mo Ran is finally inside of him is more than good enough.
When he’s done, he slumps back into the mattress, and Mo Ran pulls out of him. That hurts even more. Chu Wanning wants him back again. He feels something rush out of him, and when he looks down, he sees that Mo Ran is throbbing in his own hand, though he’s also growing softer now. Chu Wanning has learned what that looks like. Does that mean he’s-
Almost in a panic, he looks down, and indeed, what’s dripping out of him a whitish substance, not the clear fluid that usually…
Confusedly, he looks up at Mo Ran.
“Sorry,” Mo Ran mumbles. “I told you I can’t exactly be trusted. I don’t usually come this fast, either, it’s just, the fact you immediately came on my dick once I was inside of you is…”
“Laoshi,” Chu Wanning gasps, his heart stuttering in his chest, his breath coming out all labored again already.
“I’m really sorry, this was careless of-“
“Laoshi,” Chu Wanning repeats, and when Mo Ran looks at him and meets his eyes, he can only say a single thing, because embarrassment quickly takes over, but Chu Wanning knows what he wants. His heart flutters at the thought of what they’ve just done and what that makes him, and he doesn’t think he’d even mind if it- “Laoshi, more.”
When in absolute milliseconds, Mo Ran’s mouth crashes into his, and he’s being filled again, and it hurts a little less now that Mo Ran’s already been inside of him once and stretched him out a little bit, with how loose he is after his orgasm, Chu Wanning thinks that today really is his lucky day.
He grabs the skirt, and he rolls it further up, and Mo Ran opens the bra from the back and then flings it across the room, and Chu Wanning, for the rest of the night, clings to the person he loves, who’s finally loving him back the way he wants.
(He doesn’t count how often Mo Ran comes inside of him – all he knows is that Mo Ran never takes off the skirt, and Chu Wanning thinks he’ll keep this thing forever, actually, even once he grows out of it.)