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It’s a nice day, Wei Ying thinks to herself. A great day, a spectacular day. Lan Zhan is finally done with finals for her first year of her graduate degree and she herself finished all her own grading yesterday so the both of them are free for the first time in a couple of weeks.
She wakes up to Lan Zhan returning from her run, flushed and sweaty, undoubtedly angling for something because she normally brings her after-run change of clothes to the bathroom before she leaves for her run. There’s no way Wei Ying can resist Lan Zhan in such a state, especially after two weeks of virtual celibacy, so she stumbles out of bed despite the early hour on not yet awake limbs and follows Lan Zhan into the shower where they get each other off with slippery fingers and Wei Ying’s moans echoing off the tile.
That was hours ago, they’re about to start an hour and a half documentary episode on sea slugs when Wei Ying returns from a trip to the bathroom. She sidles up behind Lan Zhan on the couch, sliding her arms around her wife and resting her chin on her shoulder.
“Jiejie,” she starts, “are you thirsty?” Not, “Lan Zhan, would you like something to drink?” or “hey, do you want some water?”
Lan Zhan turns her head slightly towards her, she swallows.
“Mn.”
Wei Ying beams, “great! Let me get you some water!” She returns with the 1.5 liter metal bottle filled with water that Lan Zhan sometimes uses normally but also stands as the only bottle they also use for play time if they need one.
She places it on the end table next to Lan Zhan and starts up the documentary before sitting close to her. There’s a very cute section about the sea bunny that Wei Ying can’t help but coo over, “aren’t they so cute, Lan Zhan, they look just like ours, little baby sea bunnies,” to which Lan Zhan responds “mn,” but Wei Ying can see the tips of her ears are pink. She takes gulps from the bottle every couple of minutes.
Twenty minutes in she says a quiet “done,” and Wei Ying pats her hand in her lap, “mm, good girl,” she says, delighting in the way it makes Lan Zhan's ears flush. She twines their fingers together. Twenty minutes further and Lan Zhan’s other hand tightens in her lap, only the slightest movement but Wei Ying is always paying attention to her wife. The water isn’t the only thing Lan Zhan’s had today, she had a bottle of green tea earlier, smaller but it’s been a bit since she drank it, it was probably already sitting in her bladder.
Another twenty minutes in Lan Zhan's knees twitch slightly together, the imitation of a movement rather than a complete one. And five minutes after that she crosses her ankles. Wei Ying lets go of her hand and maneuvers her head into Lan Zhan's lap so Lan Zhan holds still. Wei Ying hums contentedly, her wife's thighs are the best thighs.
They finish watching the episode with chatter from Wei Ying and silence or small hums from Lan Zhan.
Wei Ying reaches to turn off the TV. She straddles her wife's lap, hands on her hips, framing her bladder.
"How are you feeling, you have to go yet?"
Lan Zhan shakes her head, "l can still hold."
Wei Ying smiles, leaning in to kiss her lightly on the lips. Lan Zhan reciprocates and they lose themselves in the slide of wet lips, soft and pink, Wei Ying’s hands cradling Lan Zhan’s head, Lan Zhan’s hands settled on her waist, until Lan Zhan breathes a soft “Wei Ying,” and she rests her head on Wei Ying’s shoulder.
“What’s up, baobei?” She asks, tilting her head back up so she can take in her wife’s kiss-bitten lips and pupil-blown eyes.
“Full,” she says softly. Which means she’s not in imminent danger but she’s going to be soon.
“Full? Come with me,” she says leading her wife back to the bedroom before laying two folded towels down on the bed. It’s not going to be enough but that’s what they have the waterproof mattress cover under the sheets for, hazards of the kink.
Lan Zhan is still hovering by the doorway, next to the bathroom off the bedroom. Wei Ying pats the bed, “come on, baby. I want you to cum on my cock here, do you want that?” Leaving her the option to pee in the toilet or perhaps in the shower instead.
But Lan Zhan nods as she crosses the room, ears flaring red because they both know at this point when she cums she’ll piss herself.
“Thank you, so good for me, baobei,” she says as she pulls Lan Zhan in for another kiss. “Strip while I find my strap.” Lan Zhan does, neatly folding her skirt and shirt and putting them to the side.
Wei Ying fixes the strap to herself then pulls Lan Zhan down onto the bed, maneuvering her into lying back on the towels and pressing one of her hands to Lan Zhan’s bladder just for the aborted twitch of her legs. She slots herself between them.
“Mm, so pretty, my wife is so pretty,” she says, kissing up her stomach and to her collarbone. She lays her body on top of Lan Zhan’s to hear her hiss, “Wei Ying.”
“Oops, my bad,” she says with an unrepentant grin.
She kneels up instead, spreading Lan Zhan’s labia where she is wet and warm. She slots two fingers in easily where Lan Zhan is already soft and pliant. She strokes along her insides and uses the thumb of her other hand to lightly stroke her clit. Lan Zhan jumps at the touch, letting out a punched-out exhale.
“Mm, so sweet.” She scissors her fingers and inserts a third before starting her strokes again, brushing Lan Zhan’s clit with every stroke down. Lan Zhan is already ready for her strap, they spent at least half an hour making out after all, Wei Ying is just dragging things out because it’s fun.
Lan Zhan knows it too but it’s not until she clenches down on her fingers and her legs tighten around her, riding a wave of having to pee, that she says, “Wei Ying.”
“Hm?” Wei Ying says.
“Ah, please, soon.”
“Okay, baobei, soon,” she says and continues to fingerfuck her until she clenches down again and curls in on herself, shoulders lifting from the bed while she holds her breath.
“Wei Ying,” she says more urgently, “please.”
“Since my wife has asked so nicely.” She says as she slicks up her strap and slides home. Lan Zhan lets out a soft exhale which turns into the shadow of a moan as Wei Ying starts to pump her hips, slow but deep.
She keeps the pace until Lan Zhan’s legs close around her again and she holds her breath through another wave, her eyes shutting tight in concentration. She picks up the pace, hitting rough. Her wife is so pretty, the flush from her ears skipping over her face and jumping straight to her chest. She only closes her eyes when she’s really quite close.
“Touch your clit for me,” she tells Lan Zhan and Lan Zhan snakes her hands down to comply, pulling her labia apart with the fingers on one hand and stroking herself in tight circles with the fingers of her other. Her arms in between them push down on her bladder and she jerks forward, half curled in on herself, coiling tighter as she touches herself and Wei Ying fucks her.
She squeezes tighter and harder the next time, releasing with a grunt that turns into a shaky inhale.
“Close, baby?” Wei Ying asks and Lan Zhan nods quickly. When her breaths start turning into the slightest moans Wei Ying asks, “will you cum for me, baby? Come on, cum for me, honey, so good.”
Lan Zhan nods quickly, and she draws up, curling in before her legs clamp closed and Wei Ying feels a spurt and then hears the spray of piss against her pelvis.
“Good girl, so good for me, don’t stop touching yourself,” she says as she continues to fuck her, feeling a stream that spurts with what she knows to be in time with each pulse of Lan Zhan’s pussy. Lan Zhan’s face is so cute, eyelids fluttering, mouth dropped into the cutest “o” around a moan ripped from her throat.
She fucks Lan Zhan into overstimulation, heedless of the wet spot on the bed, Lan Zhan’s moans coming more freely now that she’s orgasmed once. Wei Ying gently moves Lan Zhan’s hands from her clit and Lan Zhan immediately clenches them in the bed sheets so she’s not tempted to hide her face.
“You peed so much,” she says between breaths and Lan Zhan bites her lip, her hands clenching harder, “but we have to make sure we get all of it. My baby was so full, I know she has more.”
Lan Zhan is always more sensitive after her first orgasm so it’s not long before her moans grow more drawn out and Wei Ying hears another spurt against the backdrop of a long drawn out groan.
“That’s it, baby,” she coaxes and Lan Zhan shudders and collapses against the bedspread. She pulls out.
“Was that it?” She asks without waiting for an answer, knowing she can squeeze the last of Lan Zhan’s bladder out by rubbing her clit quick and light until her wife’s shoulders twitch up from the bed and a last dribble escapes her.
She climbs over Lan Zhan to kiss her, “so sexy, my wife is so sexy when she pisses herself.” Lan Zhan huffs and flushes.
“Mm, let’s get you all cleaned up, my good girl.”
Yes, today is a very nice day indeed, Wei Ying thinks to herself.