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Wei Ying swings around the door frame of Lan Zhan’s dorm room. "Lan Zhan! Check it out, this is what I'm gonna wear to that costume party next week. Or something like this, I dunno, maybe a different shirt."
Lan Zhan looks up from her desk. Her girlfriend is wearing slightly baggy jeans, a t-shirt and a beanie with her hair tucked under it. This is not her usual clothing, but it doesn't seem like much of a costume.
"I don't think I understand the reference."
"There's no reference, Lan Zhan, I'm just dressing as a boy. I'm gonna wear this to the dining hall today and see if I can trick people into thinking I'm actually a dude."
Lan Zhan looks her up and down. Wei Ying is indeed wearing men's clothing. That's not entirely unusual for her, but it’s usually one or two articles rather than the entire outfit. And the beanie is new.
"I'm going all out on this one. Did you notice," she gestures at her chest, "I'm wearing a binder? Basically impossible to get on, holy shit, but it really squashes 'em! Don’t I look flat?"
A binder. Lan Zhan moves to sit on the bed and holds out her arms. Wei Ying takes the hint and comes to snuggle in her lap. Some small things about Wei Ying's behavior lately are starting to add up and Lan Zhan has been debating whether or not to say anything. She is unexpectedly nervous to bring it up, pulse picking up as she considers it, but Wei Ying is prone to avoidance and Lan Zhan thinks this topic needs to be broached. She also suspects this conversation will go better with significant physical contact.
"Wei Ying. Are you… a boy? Or, not a girl?"
Wei Ying laughs nervously. "I think that's the first time I've ever heard you say 'girl' about someone over eighteen. Lan Zhan, where are your principles?"
Lan Zhan brings her arms up and tightens them in a hug. "Wei Ying."
“Chill, Lan Zhan, it’s just a costume.”
“You’re very excited about it. You want to wear it during everyday activities. You bought a binder,” she points out gently.
“It’s fun! Doesn’t everyone want to look like a dude sometimes?”
“Never in my life,” Lan Zhan promises.
“Wait, for real?”
“For real.”
“That’s probably for the best. You’d have a more difficult time of it than me,” she says, cupping Lan Zhan’s breasts for emphasis. Then she buries her face in them. “Ughhh. You can’t just like. Ask me this.”
Earlier in their relationship, Lan Zhan would have retracted her question with an apology. Now she knows to wait Wei Ying out.
Wei Ying says, muffled, “I can’t just… not be a girl.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m a feminist! And you’re a lesbian! And like half of our friend group is already non-binary so it would be, like, too many. Plus, it would be cheating!” Lan Zhan lets her think it through. “Okay, I’m aware those are stupid reasons.”
“It would be cheating?”
“I mean.. I kind of suck at being a girl, you know? You are a specimen of womanhood, Lan Zhan, but I have always been really bad at it?” She groans. “Okay, don’t tell me that’s stupid too. There’s no way to be a woman et cetera, I know. But like, I can’t just give up because it’s hard.”
Lan Zhan rubs her back. “Look at me.” Wei Ying does, her eyes big and dark. “It’s allowed. You’re allowed.”
Wei Ying swallows and meets Lan Zhan’s gaze a few moments longer, then twists in her lap to look up at her coyly.
“Enough feelings, let’s have sex. Kiss me, Lan Zhan.”
Lan Zhan lets her get away with it, leaning down for a deep kiss. Wei Ying’s lips are soft and she moans prettily into Lan Zhan’s mouth.
“Shirt off,” Wei Ying demands. She is, not to put too fine a point on it, obsessed with Lan Zhan’s breasts. She often keeps her own shirt on during sex, but Lan Zhan is never allowed to be anything but topless.
“The door’s open.”
Wei Ying rolls her eyes but hops off Lan Zhan’s lap to close the door. “Okay, which one of us is supposed to be the exhibitionist again?”
“Fucking you in the dorm showers isn’t the same as having sex with the door open,” Lan Zhan points out, taking her shirt off. She leaves her bra on for Wei Ying to remove later.
“Hmm.” She sounds skeptical as she straddles Lan Zhan. Their mouths meet and Lan Zhan loses herself in the kiss, in the taste and sounds of Wei Ying.
Wei Ying draws her hands lightly up Lan Zhan’s sides, leaving goosebumps in her wake, then cups Lan Zhan’s breasts through her bra.
Lan Zhan is more on edge than usual, so the pressure of Wei Ying’s thumbs on her nipples, even through the thick material of her bra, makes her gasp. She rubs and pinches while mouthing at Lan Zhan’s neck, and it has her shifting where she sits, heat growing between her thighs.
“Mmm, that’s right, let me hear you,” We Ying says, her hands now going to unhook Lan Zhan’s bra. She lets it hang loose and massages circles where the band has cut lines into Lan Zhan’s back.
Lan Zhan hums and lets her head rest on Wei Ying’s shoulder. She’s turned on, wet enough between the legs that she can feel it on the insides of her thighs, but she’d happily put sex on hold in favor of a back massage.
Wei Ying, of course, has other ideas. She guides Lan Zhan’s bra off completely and lowers her head to take one nipple in her mouth. She’s rough with it, knowing Lan Zhan isn’t very sensitive, sucking and scraping with her teeth and squeezing the other breast with her hand. It’s good, so good. Lan Zhan presses her thighs together but it isn’t enough pressure where she wants it. When Wei Ying lifts her head the shock of cold air on wet skin makes Lan Zhan shiver.
“May I?” Lan Zhan lifts the hem of her shirt a few inches.
Wei Ying visibly considers before shaking her head. “Shirt stays on today.”
Lan Zhan squeezes Wei Ying’s hips instead, then slides her hands up Wei Ying’s sides until she reaches the bottom of the binder, the synthetic material rough against her fingertips.
“Pants?” Wei Ying is rarely picky about pants.
“Only if you take yours off too.”
“Deal. And if you throw in the beanie, you can sit on my face.”
Wei Ying’s hand flies to her head. “Oh, very generous. What, the beanie’s not doing it for you?” She tugs it off and the long river of her hair falls down her back.
“The skater boi look has its place,” Lan Zhan allows. “But not right now.”
While Lan Zhan slips out of her jeans and lies down on the bed, Wei Ying kicks off her pants and underwear (patterned boxers, Lan Zhan notes) and then comes to kneel above Lan Zhan’s face. This close, Lan Zhan can smell her, sharp and musky.
“Wei Ying.” She licks her lips. Time to try something new. “Can I suck your cock?”
“Ah,” Wei Ying gasps, and lowers her cunt onto Lan Zhan’s face with a jerk. Lan Zhan goes straight for her clit and sucks, hard. Wei Ying cries out and grinds down, smearing fluid all over Lan Zhan’s chin. Her cunt is hot and wet on Lan Zhan’s face and she can’t get enough of it.
She grabs Wei Ying’s ass with both hands and holds her in place, licking and sucking until she’s panting and circling her hips, seeking more pressure. Lan Zhan is also squirming slightly, her own dripping cunt neglected as she focuses on Wei Ying’s pleasure.
Lan Zhan lifts her off a few inches so she can ask, “Do you want to fuck my face? Do you want to come in my mouth?”
“Yes - please, Lan Zhan, holy shit, you have such a dirty mouth.”
Lan Zhan smiles privately before pulling Wei Ying back down onto her face and making her tongue stiff for Wei Ying to rub against, which she does with abandon.
“Fu - fuck, Lan Zhan, can’t believe you’re letting me fuck your mouth, oh - “
Lan Zhan urges her on, using her hands to rock Wei Ying against her face. She’s alternating between making her tongue a broad blade for Wei Ying to grind against and sucking wetly on her clit and the lips of her cunt. Her face feels wet from nose to chin, covered in Wei Ying’s fluids.
Soon her movements take on a desperate edge. “You’re gonna make me come - unh - you really want me to come in your mouth?” Her voice goes up in pitch as the words come tumbling from her mouth. “I’m gonna come, you’re gonna make me come in your mouth - ah - Lan Zhan, I’m gonna, oh fuck, I’m gonna come down your throat, are you gonna swallow it - ahhhh!”
She pushes down on Lan Zhan’s tongue as she comes, and Lan Zhan holds her hips steady and laps carefully at her clit to draw out her orgasm.
“Shit,” Wei Ying gasps as the fluttering of her cunt dies down, swinging a knee over Lan Zhan’s head to collapse alongside her. “My legs are going to give out.”
Lan Zhan turns to kiss her deeply, letting Wei Ying taste herself in Lan Zhan’s mouth. Wei Ying gets off on the taste of her own cunt, likes to lick inside Lan Zhan’s mouth after she goes down on her.
“Lan Zhaaan,” Wei Ying coaxes. “Will you fuck me now?” The coaxing is entirely unnecessary, but Wei Ying enjoys it.
“Get the toy.”
Wei Ying pouts. “You just sucked my dick, Lan Zhan, let me recuperate.”
Lan Zhan, predictably, gives in and swings herself up off the bed to fetch her favorite double-ended dildo. She grabs it from the dresser drawer and goes back to stand over the bed and look down at Wei Ying.
“Where do you want me to fuck you, sweetheart?”
She’s curious - will Wei Ying continue to play along with the game?
Wei Ying looks up at her through her lashes. “In this bed.”
“Be serious.” The threat is implied: Or I won’t fuck you. “Where do you want me to fuck you?”
She shivers and looks away. “Fuck me… fuck my ass.”
“Good—”
Lan Zhan stops.
Wei Ying likes to be praised during sex, and especially to be told she is good. But she categorically hates being called a ‘good girl.’ She says it makes her feel like a kindergartener or a porn star. Maybe she would appreciate a variation.
“Good boy,” Lan Zhan tries.
The effect is immediate and gratifying. Wei Ying goes red all across her sharp cheekbones and twists on the bed to hide her face, whining into the pillow.
Lan Zhan reaches down and fits the thick end of the dildo inside herself. It’s a fat bulbous shape, but she’s so wet and open for it that it slides in easily. She closes her eyes as a wave of pleasure wracks her, the toy pressing perfectly against her inner walls.
She looks down to see the thin end of the toy jutting out from between her thighs and strokes it thoughtfully, like she imagines someone with a flesh-and-blood penis might. Her hand on the shaft doesn’t have any sensation in and of itself, but each tug jars the end inside her pleasurably.
“If you want me to fuck your pretty little ass, you need to get my cock wet first.”
Wei Ying springs up, belying her earlier claims of exhaustion, and sits at the edge of the bed. “Give me your cock, Lan Zhan, I’ll get you ready.”
Lan Zhan shuffles forward until she’s close enough to feed the toy into Wei Ying’s mouth. She sucks at it eagerly, moaning and going so far down she has her nose in Lan Zhan’s pubes and is making little choking noises. Lan Zhan looks at her dark head, bobbing up and down on the dildo. She’s gorgeous.
She pulls off and looks up at Lan Zhan. “Is that good? Are you ready?”
“A little more.”
Wei Ying nods and puts her mouth greedily back on the toy, this time with her hand on the shaft. Lan Zhan can’t stop the moan that’s torn from her lips as Wei Ying jacks the toy, thrusting the fat end inside of her back and forth. If she weren’t standing up, she’d be on the verge of climax; as it is, she can feel a hot flush spreading across her face and neck and tingling in her nipples.
“Off,” she gasps, and Wei Ying pulls off with a pop.
Lan Zhan manages a controlled fall onto the edge of the bed, holding onto the toy so it doesn’t slip out. She sits with her thighs tight together to keep it in place, pointing skyward, and manhandles Wei Ying until she’s straddling her on her knees, hovering over the dildo.
“Are you ready?”
“I’m so ready, please, put it in me,” Wei Ying pleads.
“Put it where?” She rubs the head of the dildo over the entrance to Wei Ying’s cunt, which is sopping wet.
“My ass, Lan Zhan, put your cock in my ass!”
“Good boy,” she repeats, and Wei Ying whines and tries to rock down on the toy. “You’ll get what you asked for. Come on, let me.”
Slowly, much slower than necessary, she guides Wei Ying down onto the dildo. Each inch she slides down sends sensation through the toy where it’s buried deep inside Lan Zhan’s cunt.
“Your ass is so tight, baby,” she groans, a sentence which consists entirely of untruths. Wei Ying’s cunt is wet and open for her, easily accepting the toy.
All too soon, she’s seated completely on the dildo. Lan Zhan pulls her down for a kiss, enjoying her lax lips and the moans that echo low in her throat as she receives it, like she’s too overwhelmed to kiss back.
“Do you want to be a good boy for me?” she murmurs.
“H-how?”
“Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Wei Ying sucks in a breath and starts to move, rising and falling on Lan Zhan’s lap. Lan Zhan can’t resist grabbing her ass with both hands to guide her movement, until she’s bouncing Wei Ying up and down on the toy. The dildo is a constant, surging pressure inside her as it shifts with Wei Ying’s movements, and the inside of the shaft rubs against her clit. Lan Zhan is so wet she has to keep her thighs clamped to prevent it from slipping out of place.
“That’s right, bounce on my cock, sweet boy,” she says, her voice starting to sound overcome even to herself.
Wei Ying cries out and moves faster, slamming herself down on the toy and sending pulses of pleasure through Lan Zhan.
“Are you going to come? Am I making you come this fast?”
“Yes,” Lan Zhan gasps.
“Are you going to come in,” she breaks off to whine as she rocks down on the dildo, “my ass?”
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes, yes, please - ohhh - come in my ass. Lan Zhan, I need you to fill me up with your come.”
She can feel orgasm building under her skin, spreading throughout her as Wei Ying keeps fucking herself on the toy.
“Do you think you deserve it? Have you been good for me?”
“I’ve been good, please, Lan Zhan!”
“A good what?” She’s barely holding back, biting her own lip to keep from coming, but she wants to hear Wei Ying say it.
Wei Ying groans. “A good boy, a good boy. Please, I want to feel your come in my ass now.”
“Yes - sweet boy -” She trails off into a wordless cry as she clenches around the dildo and orgasm crashes over her, exploding through her body from her cunt to her nipples and toes.
When she opens her eyes, Wei Ying is kneeling beside her. She pushes Lan Zhan down to lie flat on her back before flopping down with her, head cushioned on Lan Zhan’s tits.
Lan Zhan tugs on her hair so she can look her in the eye. “I love you.”
Wei Ying grumbles, “I love you too, horrible woman. Even when you make me think about things.”
“I—” won’t push, Lan Zhan starts to say, as Wei Ying interrupts.
“Get off my dick for a minute and let me recover from the mind-blowing sex and I’ll think about, I promise.”
“I think I’d need to get on it first,” Lan Zhan says solemnly. “Are you offering?” She holds out the dildo to Wei Ying.
“Dude, that is not sanitary.”
Lan Zhan shrugs. Wei Ying laughs and stretches up for a kiss. “Okay, give it here.”