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The first time Wei Ying sees her, she almost drops the dumbbell on her foot. She had been doing split squats and hating every second of it.
One moment there was nothing in the periphery, just her and the hot burn of her thighs and ass and the next, there was a woman clad in white. She is big, tall and muscular. Wei Ying cannot watch her while also trying to complete her set. All she can do is sense movement in the reserved calisthenics area of the gym which is almost always empty.
She leaves the dumbbells at the bench, not bothering to return them to the rack. Nie Mingjue is going to be so mad.
She picks up a set of lighter dumbbells and stands facing the mirror so she can see the woman through the reflection and pretend to check her form. It is not her upper body day, that was yesterday and she is incredibly sore. But she can pretend to do some shoulder presses for the greater good. The greater good being the hottest woman Wei Ying has ever laid her eyes upon.
She is warming up, a practice We Ying has yet to adopt. Her biceps are big and defined and visible in the tight white tank top she is in. She moves slowly, with purpose. Neck stretches that show off the long line of it, moving to stretching her triceps that pushes her chest forward. Wei Ying stops breathing. She moves on to do lunges and Wei Ying has to put the dumbbells down so that she doesn’t injure herself.
Even her leggings are white. She should look ridiculous, walking into Nie Mingjue’s gym who has a strict ‘no recording for social media policy’, looking almost like an influencer. Instead her thighs look powerful underneath the leggings. Her quadriceps ripple as she squats. She is probably one of those people that can crack open a watermelon with them. A small part of her brain is screaming at her to continue with her own workout and stop being creepy but she is transfixed.
Wei Ying’s eyes meet hers in the mirror. She is pinned with the weight of her gaze. A butterfly caught. Her chest starts heaving as Lan Zhan raises one delicate eyebrow at her through the mirror. She breaks the eye contact, looking down at her shoes not even trying to act like she was not watching. She knows she looks wanton. Her mouth had been open all along, her hair messy.
The woman does a handstand as easy as walking. Wei Ying feels herself getting wet. She is wearing shorts as she always does and only some stains can be attributed to sweat. The woman then balances herself on only one arm, her arm muscles flexing and her core tightening and Wei Ying needs to leave if she wants to be modest.
She flees out of the gym, wet and sore.
Wei Ying learns quite a few things the next time she is at the gym. All it takes is a conversation with Nie Huisang and Wei Ying learns that the hot woman’s name is Lan Zhan, she is Nie Mingjue’s girlfriend’s sister and that Nie Huisang has never seen her smile.
Wei Ying walks into the gym with this arsenal of knowledge and promises to not embarrass herself again. Lan Zhan is hot and she looked at Wei Ying like that but Wei Ying has things to do. An ass to grow.
She is in the middle of doing deadlifts when she hears the familiar grunt of Nie Mingjue working out. It is horribly loud and objectively sexy. Things would be different if Nie Mingjue was not madly in love with Lan Huan or Nie Huisang did not have years worth of blackmail on her.
She turns to look and it turns out to be a mistake because she is not working out alone. Lan Zhan is with Nie Mingjue and they are boxing. Wei Ying wants to fall to her knees. Lan Zhan is wearing a baby blue set today and she stands out against the black of the gym.
Nie Mingjue is insanely strong and likely to obliterate everyone in the gym but Lan Zhan puts up a fight. There is a fire in her eyes that ignites Wei Ying’s veins. She drops the barbel. Lan Zhan throws an uppercut and Nie Mingjue chuckles. Lan Zhan’s mouth softens but her eyes hold the passion. She moves behind just as Nie Mingjue kicks at her and swings forward with a jab that hits Nie Mingjue right in her stomach.
Wei Ying realises that she is not the only one staring, the entire gym has come to a halt. No one has managed to punch Nie Mingjue.
“Oh, you’re good huh.”
Lan Zhan shrugs and blocks a series of punches.
Wei Ying is wet again, a comfortable throb between her legs. The arousal helps when she works out. Makes her more aware of her body, her muscles. She is jittery, an electric thrum coursing through her. She forces her eyes away and goes to the squat rack to work all the nervous energy off.
By the time she is done, there is no audience to the match. Lan Zhan is punching the bag now with Nie Mingjue holding it and guiding Lan Zhan through it. Lan Zhan’s top is darker near her chest where she must have sweat. Wei Ying has to remind herself to not stare.
“Wei Ying!” Nie Mingjue calls her. Her voice is loud and makes Lan Zhan stop in her tracks and stare at Wei Ying. Wei Ying gulps and croaks a weak, “Yes, da-jie?”
“Come here, meet Lan Zhan. She can be your boxing partner now. I know you hate fighting me.”
“Da-jie you know that you should pick someone your own size. Isn’t that the ethics of kickboxing and all that. Honestly da-jie, even with this funky gym you have set up, there are still things you need to learn.”
“You did not just call my gym funky Wei Ying.”
“It is funky! Like in a good way. You are so weird you know that? People love when their gyms get popular because of the fitness people on Instagram and you have them banned here.”
“I will ban you.”
The words truly settle when she is standing a feet away from Lan Zhan. She scrambles to say, pouting, “I am too weak to fight anyone that could punch you though.”
“Wei Ying,” Nie Mingjue starts to say but she interrupts her by putting a hand forward towards Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan stares at her hand and then looks up to stare at her face. She looks flushed in a way that makes Wei Ying want to run laps. Wei Ying almost retracts her hand when Lan Zhan takes it and gives Wei Ying the firmest handshake of her life. Her skin feels alight.
“You do not look weak.” Lan Zhan’s voice is deep and unwavering.
Her hand is still encompassed by Lan Zhan’s very big hand. She gives Wei Ying a once over, her eyes pausing briefly at Wei Ying’s shorts. Wei Ying blushes all over.
“Wei Ying is not.” Nie Mingjue stares at her with narrowed eyes and coughs loudly. Wei Ying extricates her hand averts her eyes.
“Huh. Uhm. Anyway da-jie I have to go now! I have to work on that chair set I was talking about earlier.” She glances towards Lan Zhan who is still looking at her intensely, “Bye Lan Zhan! It was nice to meet you!”
She hurries out, shame curling in the pit of her stomach. Yet another undignified retreat. When she looks back one last time, Lan Zhan has started punching again.
Wei Ying learns many things in the next few weeks. She learns to stay in the gym longer. She also learns to carry a bag so that she can slip into the locker room minutes after Lan Zhan does and look natural while doing it. She also has started pulling up her shorts higher, just shy of being outright lewd. These things may be connected, it is up for debate.
It seems absurd to her that Lan Zhan is always there in the gym when she enters and never leaves before Wei Ying. She starts to wonder what Lan Zhan does. What she looks like when she is not glistening with sweat, what she wears when she is not in her colour coordinated workout sets.
Her presence is always thrilling. With an audience, Wei Ying slows down the tempo of her workouts. Her muscles hurt more and she relishes the pain. A one hour workout takes double the time. Wei Ying starts warming up and valiantly trying to not make a mess of her shorts every time Lan Zhan does a planche or an L sit.
She sees Lan Zhan do the human flag one day and she has to abandon her plan for the day and run on the treadmill far far away from the calisthenics section. That day when she is washing her face in the locker room, Lan Zhan creeps behind her and holds her hair away from her face. Lan Zhan hums deep in her throat when Wei Ying reaches out for the cleanser, her fingers settling over neck more comfortably.
“Thank you Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying looks at her through the mirror like a coward. Lan Zhan flexes her fingers, tightening her hold and Wei Ying whimpers. It is loud in the quiet of the locker room.
“Good girl,” Lan Zhan says and leaves her to wash her own face.
Wei Ying comes four times that night in the quiet of her bedroom.
Wei Ying feels Lan Zhan’s eyes on her back. She feels caught, a prey ensnared in a trap. It is exactly where she wants to be. Her chest is heaving. The tight waist of her shorts cut into her skin.
Wei Ying had had a rough day. Her client had thrown a fit about a design detail in the chair set she was making that he had personally approved of. She had to spend an hour talking sense into him and teaching him that a wood once cut, cannot grow back. All she had wanted to do was go to the gym and work out her frustrations.
She decided to take up the boxing offer and even managed to wheedle Nie Mingjue into talking to Lan Zhan for her. It was a little humiliating but she had not wanted to use her brain.
The boxing worked. Where Lan Zhan had big, sure moves, Wei Ying was nimble and agile, ducking away quickly. Lan Zhan was fierce and sure and her hits hurt. Wei Ying could feel herself smiling throughout the fight. No one had matched her like this before. It was almost a dance, Lan Zhan knew where Wei Ying was going to kick and she knew where Lan Zhan would punch.
After a series of moves that led them back to the starting point, Wei Ying cocked her head. “Huh, Lan Zhan. I thought you were stronger than this.”
It was the right thing to say because one minute she was upright and the next she was on the floor with a hand underneath her head and Lan Zhan straddling her.
Lan Zhan put all of her weight down on her and whispered, “And you?”
She had rushed to the locker room immediately.
She stands still now. No point in pretending that she is in the locker room for any other reason. She waits.
There is the sound of the tap opening, water gushing out. Lan Zhan is taking her time. She is following her post-workout ritual that Wei Ying has spent a week studying.
Wei Ying would be in the locker room the second Lan Zhan entered it. Moving quietly and sitting on the bench behind the sink and pretending to not look. Tying her shoelaces, pretending to type and later when she came bold, massaging her shoulders and whimpering, bending to reach her toes and stretch. Anything for Lan Zhan.
The routine soothes her. She knows these sounds, these Lan Zhan sounds. Washing her face, stretching her arms and shoulders that exposes her midriff and the dragon tattoo coiled around it, peeling her tank top leaving her sports bra visible. Visible to Wei Ying. And walking into the shower. Her white leggings still clinging to her thighs.
Wei Ying is not facing Lan Zhan, her hands are on the towel, knuckles white from clutching it too hard. She feels hot, thrumming with electricity. The thin sheen of sweat on her body has not yet dried. When the door to the shower on the left most side opens, her head whips in the direction. Lan Zhan stands on the altar, her gaze heavy on Wei Ying. It lasts for two seconds before she’s in the shower, the door wide open.
The invitation is explicit. Lan Zhan doesn’t look at people like that normally. She does not leave doors open normally. She had expected to work out hard and then maybe be touched by Lan Zhan on the neck again. Maybe receive another cutting remark. Not all of it. Not this. Not an invitation.
She walks the twenty steps to the shower. Lan Zhan doesn’t look at her when she finally steps in. Just whispers, “Don’t close the door.”
The protest dies on her lips. She’ll do anything she’s told.
“Good girl.” Lan Zhan’s voice is deep and melodic. Wei Ying whimpers, a wounded sound escaping her before she knows. Her nipples are hard. She feels soaked.
Finally, finally Lan Zhan turns and looks at her. The intensity is startling. There is still too much space between them, Wei Ying lists forward, dragging herself forward with a soft sound. Lan Zhan steps forward and holds her by her ponytail, “You have to be quiet Wei Ying. You don’t want anyone to know.”
“What Lan Zhan, what?” The pressure on her scalp is delicious. Lan Zhan is so close, her breath leaving hot trails on her neck, her collarbone.
Lan Zhan bites her ear, worries the lobe with her teeth. Wei Ying gasps so Lan Zhan bites again, harsher and soothes the skin with her tongue. Wei Ying’s existence narrows to the point of contact between them. “Lan Zhan.” A name, a plea, a reward.
“You don’t want them to know how big of a slut you are,” Lan Zhan whispers in her ear.
The high keening sound that escapes her is expertly swallowed by Lan Zhan. Hot, perfect Lan Zhan, she obviously knows what to do. Her mouth is ferocious and unrelenting from the beginning. Hot and warm, a firm pressure soothing her mind. Lan Zhan has her entire ponytail wrapped around her hand, Wei Ying does not know when that happened, only that she is glad that it did. Lan Zhan uses it to yank her head back and keep it still while she fucks her mouth with her tongue. Wei Ying is helpless, her hands scrambling and clutching at Lan Zhan’s broad shoulders. Lan Zhan bites her lower lip and then bites it again and it seems that whatever was happening to Wei Ying before was the gentle part. The floodgates have opened now.
Lan Zhan is biting her neck now, nothing like the hesitant mouthing her previous girlfriends had done when Wei Ying had whined about wanting a hickey. There are sharp teeth digging into her skin followed by little kitten licks, so quick they barely register.
Wei Ying is panting, making huh-huh noises in the back of her throat. Lan Zhan licks a long stripe across the bite marks she has littered along Wei Ying’s neck when she moans loud and clear. Lan Zhan does not stop. She whispers “baby” into Wei Ying’s neck and sticks a finger into her mouth.
Wei Ying moans around it again before starting to suck at it. Lan Zhan stops then, but pushes her finger deeper in her mouth. Almost entranced she says, “Baby, I am starting to think that you do want people to know.” Another finger added in her mouth that Wei Ying gladly accepts. She will take everything that Lan Zhan gives her.
Wei Ying does not want everyone to know. But she cannot stop making noises so maybe Lan Zhan is right. She cannot think around the fingers in her mouth. She wants another. She wants to be stretched wider, to have her abilities tested in the shower of the gym.
Lan Zhan is hot and perfect because she adds another finger and starts fucking them into her mouth in earnest. Slow thrusts that fuck her deep and make her gag. She feels full and stretched wide but so empty where her clit throbs. She will have to throw these shorts away just like almost every one of her shorts of the past month.
“You look so good like this. Is this the only way to keep you quiet?” Wei Ying hums. Her brain is syrupy sweet and empty. Lan Zhan is so right. “I think I can shut you up when I fuck you with my cock. But you would be desperate to have your mouth fucked too. A tragedy.”
“Please,” a garbled mutter. The hand clutching her hair has her migrated to her waist where it is toying with the waistband of her shorts. Lan Zhan pulls at it and releases it, the elastic hitting Wei Ying on her side. Sharp pain. Wei Ying’s mouth opens in a gasp so Lan Zhan pushes her thumb in, opening her wider.
“You are easier than I imagined. Less talkative.”
Wei Ying whines around her fingers and Lan Zhan laughs a little. Wei Ying is too blissed out but her stomach tinkles in a foreign way at that.
She pulls out the fingers and uses her wet hands to meanly pinch Wei Ying’s hard nipples smearing the wet on her tshirt. “Lan Zhan, please. Please.” Lan Zhan keeps pinching her hard nipple, rolling it between her fingers absentmindedly and then pinching them with purpose.
Lan Zhan kisses her again and she melts, full-bodied into the heat of it. Lan Zhan’s tongue is in her mouth and Wei Ying takes it.
“Please what Wei Ying?”
“Aah, aah.” It is difficult to think with the pain in her neck and her nipples and her mouth. “Please fuck me. Fuck me Lan Zhan.”
“No.”
Wei Ying wails. “Lan Zhaan please. Please don’t be so cruel. I am so wet. So wet for you.”
“I know.”
Wei Ying is then turned around so that her chest touches the cold tiles of the shower. Her shirt is rucked up as an afterthought just so her sore nipples touch the cold. Wei Ying knows she is making noises, high-pitched and whiny but Lan Zhan has not put her fingers in her mouth to shut up. Maybe she likes the noise. Maybe she likes them but is still not going to fuck her quiet. Wei Ying is so mad. She is so horny. She thinks about being left here, wet and looking used but still not touched properly. The thought makes her gasp, mouth open and filled with drool. Saliva is going to dribble down her chin soon. Wei Ying does not care.
Lan Zhan is on her knees behind Wei Ying. For a moment Wei Ying wants to beg to switch positions. She wants the ache in her knees to join the ache in other places. Pain so sharp and present she tingles with it. But Wei Ying does not think Lan Zhan is someone to bargain with.
She rips her shorts down and keeps them bunched below her ass. It's so lewd, the way he ass is presented to Lan Zhan. There is nowhere to hide. Lan Zhan looks and looks all the while her palms burn Wei Ying’s skin at her knees. Who knew the underside of knees were so sensitive.
“Your ass,” she mutters so low and dark it feels it’s directed somewhere else. “You wore those shorts.” A bite to the left cheek followed by a pinch. “So short. And then you lifted in them knowing well enough they ride to show your cheek. Whore.” Another bite, perfectly placed over the previous one. “Slut. Did it feel nice knowing that all the eyes were on you. That when you bent over, everyone looked.”
Wei Ying whites out. Humiliation, hot and heavy dripping over and making her wetter. Lan Zhan must see how she is soaking with every sentence she says.
“That everyone thought they were bending you over. Making you work for it. That you were their slut.” Wei Ying feels aflame, her body must be blushing now, pink and splotchy like she knows it turns. Her ass will be red, a pretty contrast. It sends an extra thrill down her spine.
Another bite, this one harsher. Wei Ying cannot wait to wear the shorts again. “Only for-for you Lan Zhaaan.”
Lan Zhan hits her ass. A sharp and decisive smack, a practiced motion that makes Wei Ying jealous. “My. Slut.”
And then she is turned around harshly, Lan Zhan has her head buried in her cunt, lapping at where she is the most wet. She plays no games, simply fucks her tongue in Wei Ying’s cunt, incessant and rhythmic. “Yours, yours, yours,” is all Wei Ying manages to utter.
Lan Zhan fucks her with a single mindedness Wei Ying had imagined all the nights she had cummed fucking herself on her biggest dildo muttering Lan Zhan’s name like a chant.
She fits her fingers inside Wei Ying, two along with her tongue. Wei Ying is so wet, she has never been this turned on in her entire life. She almost wants to hate-email every single partner she has had.
Lan Zhan is merciless. Her tongue is lewder now. She keeps ghosting her clit with her thumb but does not touch. A third finger circles her already stretched out cunt. Wei Ying screams. Everyone must hear her getting fucked in the shower. It seems to matter less and less. Lan Zhan fucks in harder, faster. Wei Ying has tears in her eyes. She had been wet since the moment she had put on her shorts, had gotten wetter as they boxed and then had been pulled into the shower where she had lost herself.
Finally, Lan Zhan’s tongue is on her clit, licking at it with animalistic hunger and there are three fingers opening her wide. Wei Ying comes with a hoarse cry, shedding more tears. She is pretty sure she blacks out, the only thing holding her up being Lan Zhan’s hands on her thighs.
Lan Zhan continues licking at her, slowing down now, as gentle as Lan Zhan can manage. “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan” Wei Ying’s brain is an echo chamber of a single name. “Please.”
When Wei Ying finally opens her eyes and looks down at Lan Zhan, she finds her already staring back at her. She is still licking, the smallest flicks of her pink tongue visible. Her mouth is wet. Wet from Wei Ying and the thought makes her so dizzy she almost collapses again. Filthy, she is filthy.
She comes again at the sight of her. Lan Zhan must know because she stops and narrows her gaze at her. Despite being on her knees, she exudes power. She is the one in control. “Did you come again?” She asks, almost vicious.
Wei Ying tries to shake her head, her face feels tacky with the dried tears. Lan Zhan clucks, pulling her hands away from Wei Ying and that feels like the worst thing Lan Zhan has done to her. She is bereft. “Yes,” she nods her heads.
Lan Zhan clucks again and then pinches her clit, once and hard, pulls her shorts up, hits her ass and gets up, all in a matter of seconds. She does not process this because Lan Zhan has her tongue in her throat and her hands around her neck. Her clit is throbbing from pain and pleasure. Wei Ying’s mouth is slack open, it’s Lan Zhan fucking into it making Wei Ying swallow down her own taste. She doesn’t want to stop. Cannot stop.
Lan Zhan stops. “Let’s take you home.” A sweet kiss to her cheek. Wei Ying whines, so loud and pitiful. Lan Zhan twists her sore nipple. “Baby, be sweet.” Wei Ying does not want to. She wants to get fucked here again. She wants Lan Zhan again.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan says. It is not even that different from the way she has said her name today. But Wei Ying knows to sway forward and say a small, “Okay, Lan Zhan.”
Lan Zhan kisses her forehead. “Good girl.” A warmth washes over her, golden and syrupy. Her hair is disheveled, the wet patch on her shorts she acts like are sweat patches most of the time are unmistakable. Lan Zhan, well her lips look red and eyes are wild and she carries an intensity with her that would be hard to miss.
Wei Ying follows Lan Zhan out in front of everyone.
There is no time for Wei Ying to properly see Lan Zhan’s apartment because she is pushed to the floor of the living room, naked as Lan Zhan rummages in her bedroom for her strap. The living room is clean with a sage coloured sofa set. There are plants by the windowsill, some in glass jars to propagate. Wei Ying has her legs spread on the floor in the middle of the eating space in the living room.
She had been allowed to pull her jacket over her tshirt on the train but her shorts were unchanged. Lan Zhan had made them stand in the far corner, her standing protectively, covering Wei Ying. It would have been sweet except Lan Zhan would not stop talking.
I can’t wait for you to gag on my cock.
You would look so pretty on your knees Wei Ying.
I am going to bend you over like you like to do at the gym and keep you like that on my bed for hours, just for me to see, just for my eyes.
Filthy statements delivered matter of factly in between long pauses. Wei Ying cannot say she prefers the quiet Lan Zhan because she does not but there is a small wistful place for her in her heart. When the train had jolted, Lan Zhan had deliberately groped her tits and then had whispered a sorry with the driest expression.
Wei Ying likes her so much.
Wei Ying is on her knees, dripping. Her thighs are slick, she knows her hole would be shiny too. She resolves to at least talk back to Lan Zhan. She is known for not shutting up. She can do that. She could not do anything in the gym but take what was given to her because she was overwhelmed! She did not expect Lan Zhan to jump her then and there.
Her hands are behind her back because Lan Zhan had manoeuvred them like that and had muttered to herself, “Next time.”
Wei Ying can get up. That has never been the question. She waits.
Lan Zhan walks lazily towards Wei Ying. Her cock is big, bigger than all of Wei Ying’s toys, simple, black, practical. Wei Ying wants it inside her. She lists forward involuntarily and then catches herself.
Lan Zhan just smirks. She is beautiful like this. Naked except her strap. Her tits are big, nipples brown and perfect. There are so many ways Wei Ying wants to smother herself on them. Lan Zhan holds her cock in one hand, fingers at the base as she feeds it to Wei Ying.
Wei Ying does not know when her mouth had opened up to take it. She doesn't care. The resolve to talk back died as soon as the cock was in her mouth and she feels the weight of it on her tongue. It is harder than she thought it would be. She cannot get it farther than she wants but she cannot bring herself to wait and breathe. She is drooling too much, she wants this too much.
“Slow down Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan frees her loose ponytail with the other hand and cards her fingers through her hair. She pushes her head. Slow movements mimicking the in and out of her cock in Wei Ying’s mouth. “I want it.” A garbled sound from Wei Ying,
“I will give it to you my baby.” Lan Zhan pulls out almost completely and Wei Ying looks up at her. This moment, with the tip of her cock in her mouth, her thighs and knees straining and Lan Zhan looking at her, hungry is perfect.
Lan Zhan pulls her hair tighter so that Wei Ying is immobilized, her open mouth just a hole as Lan Zhan fucks harder, fiercer. Wei Ying gags and tears up again. She has never felt this good before. She is being used, there is a pride in that. Her mouth will forever feel empty now when Lan Zhan will not be using it.
“I knew you would be good at this. So sweet for me.”
Wei Ying let’s out a pleased moan. Her mind is honey sweet, just as sticky and dewy. Lan Zhan pulls her close, forces her to swallow more than she thinks she can and the tears return. Her nose is so close to Lan Zhan’s trimmed hair, she wants to close the distance, smell her there.
“Wei Ying, you will need to practice to take all of me. So desperate. Don’t worry I’m going to train you for my cock.” Wei Ying must have made an impatient sound because Lan Zhan pulls out completely and smears her wet cock all over Wei Ying’s lips. She fucks in again, “Be patient A-Ying.” Another thrust. Wei Ying feels boneless. She wants to be perfect now, a perfect hole for Lan Zhan. “Hmm, sloppy.”
With a last thrust that rattles Wei Ying’s teeth, she pulls out and beckons Wei Ying to stand with just her finger.
“Lan Zhan.” Wei Ying is breathing heavily.
Lan Zhan kisses her, swallowing all her pleas. She is fierce and unrelenting, licking into her mouth and biting intermittently. Her hands are on Wei Ying’s neck and her back, flexing. She barely can get her trembling hands on Lan Zhan’s wide shoulders when she is getting lifted and put on said wide shoulders. This is no princess carry, nothing sweet in Lan Zhan picking her up. This move is business-like on its clean precision.
Lan Zhan walks towards the dining table without a single waver in her stature. Only one of her arms supports Wei Ying. “Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan how are you so strong? Aah I have never even seen you near the weights room.” Lan Zhan’s other hand touches Wei Ying’s pussy. “Ahh! At least put me down, you can do anything after!” The finger enters her so easily, Wei Ying feels another pulse of slick in humiliation. “Do not tell me you have been frequenting other gyms and fucking vulnerable girls there! Lan Zhan I mean it.”
She is put down unceremoniously on the dining table and her legs spread wide involuntarily. She goes to close them but Lan Zhan is already in between looking at her knowingly. She does not smirk, simply pinches the inside of Wei Ying’s right thigh and she feels rewarded and punished and seen.
“I don’t fuck other girls Wei Ying.”
Lan Zhan leans down, Wei Ying’s breath catches in her throat. She is throbbing, her arousal taking a painful edge now. The finger inside her though brief was a reprieve. She has never felt more empty. Lan Zhan is all around her, her clean, musky scent enveloping and evaporating all of Wei Ying’s thoughts and yet she is empty. A shame. A tragedy.
Lan Zhan spits in her open, waiting mouth. Wei Ying moans, high and loud and this time, she smirks openly. A dirty kiss before Wei Ying can even begin to complain.
“Swallow,” Lan Zhan whispers in her mouth.
“Hnnng. Lan Zha-”
Lan Zhan fucks her in one smooth motion. Her feet are dangling from the table, she is laid down like a meal and Lan Zhan thrusts inside her hard and fast. There is no building up to the rhythm. Lan Zhan is so thoughtful, Wei Ying does not even have to ask.
Her body moves on the table, a movement almost a mimicry of the real fucking. Wei Ying can’t stop making sounds. She has never been handled like this, roughened up like this.
Lan Zhan puts both of her legs on her shoulders and her grip on Wei Ying’s hips tightens painfully.
The new angle is almost technical in the way it ignites her insides. Lan Zhan is relentless, she seems to have gotten faster and more brutal listening to Wei Ying’s whimpers. Wei Ying imagines what she looks like, hair in a disarray, mouth wet and slick from her saliva and legs spread wider than they have ever before. She moans at the thought, her back arching. Lan Zhan grinds to a halt situated completely inside Wei Ying. She whines, high pitched and annoying in protest. Lan Zhan is looking at where they are connected, an air of deep satisfaction radiating from her. Her fingers touch Wei Ying’s swollen rim, a gentle circle around her stretched out pussy.
“Lan Zhan I thought you were going to fuck me.”
“I am fucking you.”
She bites Wei Ying’s left nipple in admonishment the same time she fucks the finger in Wei Ying alongside her cock.
Wei Ying falls with a thud, her mouth open wide with no sound coming out of her. She is so full, filled to the brim. Her pussy tightens.
“Much better. I knew I could shut you up.”
There is a retort hidden somewhere in her brain but Lan Zhan has made it impossible to gather her thoughts. She feels like she’s bursting at the seams and Lan Zhan with her strong hands and big cock is the only thing holding her together.
“I wanted to do this the first time I saw you Wei Ying. You looked so pretty. And you looked like you wanted me to do exactly this.”
“Yes, Lan Zhan. Wanted you to fuck me.”
Lan Zhan loses her rhythm. Her finger leaves ghost trails over her clit, never quite touching it.
“I wanna come. Please please.”
Lan Zhan grinds in meanly once and then flicks over her clit. “Come.” Wei Ying cums with a shout. She almost blacks out from the sheer force of the pleasure that wracks through her body. Her legs spasm as Lan Zhan continues to fuck into her.
She is oversensitive and so sore. She doesn’t want this to stop.
Lan Zhan slows down a little and begins to mouth at her neck. “Come inside me please. I need it so much Lan Zhan. You have to fill me up, okay. You cannot leave me empty.” She is rambling, feeling very much out of her mind.
She feels Lan Zhan stutter and then groan. “So sweet for me, taking all my cum. My little cumslut.”
Wei Ying cums again.
When Wei Ying comes to her senses, she is lying on the most comfortable bed. Lan Zhan is cleaning her face with a wet towel.
“Mmh. Lan Zhan.”
She opens her eyes and is rewarded with a smiling Lan Zhan. “Hi,” she whispers sheepishly like she didn’t just get called a cumslut and came from it ten minutes ago.
“Hi,” Lan Zhan whispers back. She kisses Wei Ying on her lips and then on her forehead. Wei Ying wants to bury herself in the blankets.
“Why are you so good Lan Zhan! This is not fair. How much practice have you had huh!”
Lan Zhan hums and guides Wei Ying to sit. There is a bottle of water and a bowl of dried apricots on the side table.
“Are you going to hand feed me these? Does this happen in real life? Lan Zhan did I conjure you in my mind and I am lying in the gym, bleeding on the floor.”
Lan Zhan shushes her with another kiss and says, “I am real Wei Ying. And yes I will hand feed you if you want.”
Wei Ying wants. She suddenly wants so much.
Lan Zhan is telepathic because she adds, “I want this to be real too.” Her gaze is intense.
It is Wei Ying who kisses her then, slow and uncoordinated. Lan Zhan gladly accepts and puts her arms around her neck, pulling her into her body. “I want this to be real too.” It is easier to mutter this into the safety of Lan Zhan’s neck.
“You will have to bathe me too after Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying pouts. “Look at what you have done to your poor Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan laughs and Wei Ying laughs too, littering her neck with kisses.
“Anything for Wei Ying.”