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Nie Mingjue has had a really, really shitty day. Her head is aching and her knuckles are bruised. But she walks into the apartment, takes one look at her girlfriends, and tosses her bag aside with an eloquent “Fuck.”
“I thought you would be at the gym for another hour at least,” Jin Guangyao says with a frown. She is dressed in a babydoll dress made of butter-yellow linen; she’s worn it out in the past but always with tights to make it somewhat modest. Today she is barefoot and bare-legged, the dress barely hitting mid-thigh. She rifles through her purse. “I haven’t finished my makeup—er-jie, have you seen my scarlet—”
“Fuck,” Mingjue repeats, flinging her shirt somewhere. Anywhere. It doesn’t matter.
Lan Xichen is wearing a babydoll dress, too, but one Mingjue has never seen. It’s made of periwinkle tulle, practically translucent. She’s not wearing a bra—neither of them are, but Jin Guangyao can get away with it and Lan Xichen really can’t. Her heavy breasts strain against the flimsy bralette top and jiggle as Mingjue yanks her close with an arm around her waist and kisses her, swallowing her giggles.
“You like my scarlet lipstick,” Jin Guangyao reminds her with a pout.
She does—especially when it’s smeared all over Xichen’s pale skin—but Mingjue ignores her except to bend down for a kiss. Then she drops onto the couch and spreads her legs wide.
“I like all of this,” Mingjue declares.
“A-Yao said you had a rough day,” Xichen says serenely, clasping her hands behind her back. “I’m sorry, da-jie. Is there anything we can do to help?”
“I can think of something.”
Mingjue leans forward and hauls them both close. Without fanfare, she grabs the flimsy top of Lan Xichen’s dress and yanks it down. Her breasts spill out—this was a great decision, so she does the same with A-Yao.
“Da-jie!” Xichen’s eyes sparkle.
“Are you still pouting about your lipstick?” Mingjue asks A-Yao.
“I had a plan,” she sulks, walking her fingers up Mingjue’s neck. A-Yao does make great plans.
“That’s okay—I’m good at improv.”
Mingjue presses a tender kiss to A-Yao’s nipple. She adores her girlfriends’ tits—she can and has spent hours going between them like this. If she parts her lips wide, she can get a good mouthful of A-Yao’s breast. She suckles, lets her teeth scrape over her nipple and then curls her tongue around it until A-Yao lets out a breathy little moan and sinks against her side. Mingjue thumbs at her other nipple, pinching it stiff and cupping her breast with a loving, supportive hand.
“I think er-jie is getting jealous,” A-Yao mock-whispers in her ear. “Don’t you think she looks pretty in her nice new dress?”
“Very pretty,” Nie Mingjue obliges as she turns her head and buries her face in Lan Xichen’s chest.
This is her happy place—soft, warm, the slight threat of suffocation and the total absence of any irritating people. She gets her hands around as much of Xichen’s breasts as she can and squeezes, flesh spilling between her fingers, and Xichen hums happily. A-Yao perches on Mingjue’s thigh and leans her head against her shoulder.
“Da-jie,” Xichen tries again, when a few minutes have passed and Mingjue has done nothing except nuzzle her tits. She kneels on the couch, joining A-Yao on Mingjue’s lap. “We want to make you feel good.”
“I feel fucking fantastic,” Mingjue says, coming up for air. She turns and presses a kiss to A-Yao’s forehead. “Want to help me out?”
“My pleasure.”
They descend on Xichen, Mingjue on her right breast and A-Yao on her left. Mingjue is rougher—she latches onto Xichen’s nipple and sucks, her hand squeezing and occasionally slapping—but A-Yao is meaner. A-Yao bites. Within moments, her devoted attention to Xichen’s nipple has her moaning, and then she sets out to leave a series of nasty love bites on her pale skin. Xichen tips her face back to the ceiling with a rapturous expression.
Then she starts to grind against Mingjue’s thigh. Mingjue gives her a sharp spank—not so much a reprimand as an excuse to watch her squirm and jiggle.
“I really do like this… ridiculous thing,” Mingjue says. There is a frilly bow on the neckline of the dress, and she flicks it.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I especially like how you made sure to be all put-together and polished…” She reaches up, taps Xichen’s earrings with one finger so they sway, runs her finger over the edge of her headband and twirls a lock of her hair. “...so you could pretend it’s just a pretty dress and not a weapon of war. You are sex on legs, baby, you know that?”
She punctuates the question with a playful lick of Xichen’s breast and Xichen giggles.
“A-Yao has something new, too.”
“Oh yeah?”
A-Yao slinks off of Mingjue’s lap with a coy smile. There’s a wicked tilt to it that says she’s putting on a show, so Mingjue turns Xichen around so they are back-to-front and they can both watch. She grasps the hem of her dress and pulls it up, pins it with one arm and runs a hand up and down her body. She’s not wearing any panties. Her clit is large and stiff, shiny at the tip… and at the base. Her fingertips dance across three nesting gold rings, artistically curved.
“Gorgeous,” Mingjue breathes. She cups Xichen’s breasts, hoisting them up for A-Yao’s approval. “You want to fuck her tits?”
A-Yao’s eyes glint. It’s an easy yes.
Xichen sucks her for a minute first, moaning like it’s the most delicious mouthful she’s ever had, and when A-Yao is good and slick she slides her clit between Xichen’s ample breasts and starts to grind. Mingjue pushes them together tight for her, a nice circular roll to meet the rocking of her hips, and thumbs Xichen’s nipples until both her girlfriends are moaning and gasping for breath. Xichen’s head is tipped back, her mouth slack and her eyes sparkling, and A-Yao is staring at her so intently it’s almost like she’s forgotten Mingjue is there. It takes a lot for A-Yao to forget an audience.
“Fuck,” Mingjue curses. She drops Xichen’s tits. “A-Yao, tell me your plans involved a strap—if I’m not fucking one of you in the next thirty seconds—”
”I thought maybe you’d let us spoil you for once,” A-Yao says with a dramatic sigh.
Having said that, she leans over the coffee table and hikes up one leg, which just so happens to make her dress ride up. She’s wearing a plug—that’s new, too, a gold plug with a base in the shape of a flower, a little red gem shining in the center. When she comes back, there’s a harness in her hands.
“I like spoiling my girls better.”
“You’re so good to us, da-jie,” Xichen sighs happily.
She slides off Mingjue’s lap and goes to her knees. She tugs Mingjue’s pants down and flings them somewhere else in the room—it couldn’t matter less where they land. Her hands move to the waistband of Mingjue’s boxer-briefs, too, but Mingjue stops her.
“Uh-uh.”
She runs her fingers through Xichen’s hair and cups the back of her skull, pulling her close. The fabric of her underwear is already soaked through—she lets out a long, content moan as Xichen presses her tongue flat against the cotton and runs it up the seam of her legs. The dull pressure against Mingjue’s clit is exactly what she wants. She rolls her hips, seeking that delicious friction as her cunt pulses, hot and wet. Xichen is panting and groaning sweetly against her cunt, and Mingjue almost doesn’t notice when she begins to work the harness over Mingjue’s legs. She gives a cheeky squeeze of Mingjue’s ass when she coaxes Mingjue to lift her hips, though.
And then they’re both kneeling between Nie Mingjue’s legs, A-Yao’s eyes dark with desire and Xichen’s glassy with pleasure. Nie Mingjue’s cups a hand around each of their cheeks, suddenly overwhelmed with affection. She swipes a thumb over Xichen’s red, red lips.
“I love you both so much,” she murmurs hoarsely.
“Love you too, da-jie,” Xichen says in a dreamy voice. She rests her head against Nie Mingjue’s inner thigh, her hair as soft as silk. Jin Guangyao makes deliberate eye contact, her expression tender, and kisses the spot beneath Xichen’s ear.
Then she produces the dildo. They all have their favorites. This one is A-Yao’s—a bit slimmer than Xichen’s and less abstract, with a bulbous head and a dramatic curve. She continues to hold Mingjue’s gaze as she slips it into the o-ring and swallows it down.
“Oh, baby,” Nie Mingjue sighs. She rests a hand on Jin Guangyao’s head—gently, supporting rather than guiding. “Fuck, you look so good like that. My cock in your mouth. That’s a good girl…”
She threads her fingers through Xichen’s hair.
“You want in on this, honey?” A-Yao pulls off and she tugs Xichen closer. “That’s it—kiss it—oh, beautiful. Beautiful, baby.”
Xichen suckles at the head. She drools a little when she tries to take it deeper, then spits on it, and A-Yao jerks it off. They kiss, sloppy and indulgent, with the head of the strap between their lips. Mingjue is pretty much ready to come at the sight—and then A-Yao winds her hand in Xichen’s hair and slowly, steadily pushes her down. Xichen lets out a gurgling groan around the strap deep in her throat, and A-Yao looks up at Mingjue with deep dimples and asks, “Do you want to fuck her tits?”
“What do you think?”
A-Yao yanks at Xichen’s hair and Xichen pulls off the strap with a high whine in the back of her throat. Then, instantly, she is shuffling closer on her knees, her hands lifting her tits and engulfing the slippery strap. She holds Mingjue’s gaze, panting, as she massages her tits aggressively, the purple silicon only occasionally peeking through. Sometimes she leans down and licks the head.
A-Yao is moaning, soft little squeaky sounds in the back her throat. Nie Mingjue drags her gaze off Xichen and finds A-Yao bent over the couch seat, gently fucking herself with the plug.
“Getting yourself nice and wet for me?” Mingjue croons.
“Mm-hm.” There is a blush high on her cheeks. “I’ve been thinking about this for hours,” she confesses. “Tasting you. Riding you. I’ve been so on edge, da-jie. Er-jie, too—I had to get her off once already. She was dripping through her panties.”
“Is that so?” Nie Mingjue asks. She looks down at Lan Xichen and raises one eyebrow, tilting her chin up. “You were that impatient?”
“Can you blame me?” Xichen asks serenely. “Look at A-Yao. Look at you.”
Nie Mingjue has to lean down and kiss her for that—a long, filthy, open-mouthed kiss that only ends when A-Yao nudges Lan Xichen aside so she can slick up the dildo with lube, twisting both hands around it and oh-so-coincidentally grinding the base against Nie Mingjue’s throbbing clit.
The two of them push Nie Mingjue to lie back on the couch, hands and lips brushing against every bit of skin they can find. Lan Xichen straddles her face and Jin Guangyao straddles her hips. Mingjue sinks into the cushions—she has absolutely no leverage. All she can do is fold her arms behind her back and enjoy it as A-Yao bounces on her strap and Xichen lowers her pussy to her lips. The dress settles around her head; her world is a haze of periwinkle tulle.
It doesn’t take long at all to get Xichen off—it never does. She is dripping wet and furnace hot, and all Mingjue has to do is swirl her tongue around her clit before her thighs are quivering, her voice high as she comes chanting Mingjue’s name.
“Oh, fuck,” she squeaks. That’s always another bit of triumph, getting Xichen to swear. She lifts herself up on her knees, trying to put some distance between them. “Nnn, Mingjue—too much, too much—”
Nie Mingjue hooks her arms around Xichen’s thighs, determined to hold her firmly in place.
“Let her up, da-jie,” A-Yao says, her voice trembling as she spears herself on the strap, her hands flat on Mingjue’s abs for balance. “Turn her around—I want to kiss her.”
Reluctantly, Mingjue obeys. From this angle she can’t tease Xichen’s clit as easily, but she can still eat her out, and she consoles herself by taking a nice firm grip on her ass. Above her she can hear the sound of kissing, whispering and giggling muffled by the press of Xichen’s thighs against her ears.
It’s soothing. She lets herself sink, getting lost in the sensations that surround her—the musky tang of Xichen’s pussy and the slickness of her arousal all over Mingjue’s face, the muffled reverberation of her girlfriends’ pleasure. The occasional prick of A-Yao’s nails as she bounces on the strap, the persistent rhythm of the harness rubbing not-quite-there, the way the leather straps dig into her skin just enough to leave an imprint when they are gone. The plush comfort of the sofa cushions.
Mingjue knows in a vague sort of way that she was annoyed when she entered the apartment, but that’s gone now. She is doing a damn good job bringing pleasure to the women she loves, and absolutely nothing else in the world matters.
“A- Yao!” Xichen voice cracks as she moans, her voice high and reedy with betrayal. There are fingers in Xichen’s pussy now—Mingjue licks them in a playful greeting, and A-Yao joins her in tormenting their girlfriend.
“Er-jie—“ A-Yao sighs. “Mmmmyes, just like that, yes, yes—”
They’re playing with each other’s clits, Nie Mingjue realizes, and A-Yao is close. Earlier than she expected—either Mingjue has been lost in her pussy-eating haze for longer than she thought, or A-Yao was really pent up. Mingjue puts one foot flat on the frame of the couch and manages to thrust her hips up, and Jin Guangyao’s composure finally breaks for good. She lets out a surprised cry and begins to slam her hips back against the strap in a harsh, irregular rhythm, her fingers practically vibrating against Xichen’s clit.
“Yes —yes, oh God—“
She clamps her mouth shut when she comes, trapping a long-drawn out groan in the back of her throat. Her hips twitch minutely as she rides out the aftershocks, and her fingers slow inside Xichen. Xichen rocks her hips and squeezes, grinding against Mingjue’s face.
“Please—” she whimpers. “I’m— please, please please please—“
Mingjue flings an arm over the couch and hauls herself into a seated position. She displaces A-Yao, who falls back against the cushions with a helpless laugh, and Xichen, who yelps and catches herself on her hands as Mingjue hoists her legs over her shoulders. Mingjue dives in again before Xichen can regain her composure. She fucks her with three fingers relentlessly and laps at her clit until Xichen comes again, thighs shaking and her whole body trembling as she keens.
Finally, Mingjue draws back for a breath. She presses a kiss to the bend of Xichen’s knee and swings her legs down on the floor. Xichen stands on wobbly legs for half a second before she collapses back on the couch, breathless.
“What was that?” she laughs.
“What was what?” Mingjue asks, with affected nonchalance and a performative lick of her lips.
“Da-jie just had to show off,” Jin Guangyao smiles, snuggling against her shoulder.
“I just—” Xichen is giggling uncontrollably. “—came upside-down!”
“Nah, that was like a 40-degree angle at most. I’ve wanted to try to make you come totally upside down since you got really into handstands that summer we were seventeen—remember? One of these days I will.”
“She is going to drop herself on her head,” A-Yao declares, and they debate it for a moment until Xichen decides that her tulle is itchy now and it’s time for everyone to be naked. She takes off her dress and helps A-Yao out of hers. A-Yao loosens the buckles of the harness and slides it off, along with Mingjue’s boxer-briefs, while Xichen lies down, stretched along Mingjue’s side, and wiggles her out of her bra.
“I stink,” Mingjue warns as Xichen rests her head against her shoulder with a happy sigh and brushes a kiss over the top of her breast. “I came from the gym.”
“Da-jie always smells nice,” Xichen lies faithfully.
“Did you get off, da-jie?” A-Yao asks, sprawled across Mingjue’s front. It’s a tight squeeze, all three of them, but it’s a big, plush sofa and Mingjue is happy to get her arms around them.
“I got what I needed.”
“That’s a no.” Lan Xichen lifts her head and frowns at her. It causes Mingjue actual, physical pain to see her beautiful face creased in sorrow. A lock of hair has fallen loose from Mingjue’s ponytail and Xichen tucks it behind her ear, then kisses the underside of her jaw. “I’m sorry, da-jie,” she mumbles in between a diligent, deliberate attempt to bruise a hickey high up where it can’t be ignored. “The whole point of this was to cheer you up after a hard day and instead you were the one taking care of us the whole time…”
“Baby, the reason I had a hard day is because everyone was bitching and bickering all day, and I was too busy trying to sort them out to actually get anything done. So coming home and getting my best girls off—not to mention seeing them cooperate with each other so well towards a common goal—” A-Yao is shaking with silent laughter, and Mingjue pinches her ass in retaliation. “—trust me, that was exactly what I needed.”
“All right,” Xichen sighs. She lifts her head for a soft, sweet kiss. A-Yao, predictably, follows.
“You know,” she says when she pulls back, her teeth nipping ever-so-lightly at Mingjue’s lower lip. “It you decide there was anything else you needed… there’s a box over there with some of the other toys. The bullet vibe, if you want to get off quick. Xichen’s favorite harness—”
That is tempting. Xichen’s favorite is a work of art, lined with lace and white silk ribbons.
“—and Baxia.”
Baxia is Nie Mingjue’s favorite dildo. Long, thick, and… textured. Her cunt gives a hot throb.
“Well,” she says. She’s sounding a little breathless herself, now. “If you insist—”