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The Met Gala, a world-renowned fashion event that Yizhuo had only heard about and seen online. But now, she was the one attending, much of a change.
Everything had gone well during the fitting and preparations, if we ignored the fact that her hair had nearly fallen off midway. She had always wanted to try to be bald, but today surely wasn’t the day to debut baldness.
The red carpet in itself had gone well, she had posed for the cameras, chatted with other celebrities and finally met with her leader, Yu Jimin, who had been waiting for hours now.
“Oh my god you left me alone for so long,” Jimin had pouted, pulling her into a hug, careful not to ruin her dress.
Yizhuo had let out a soft giggle and taken her hand into hers. “I’m sorry unnie, they had to fix my hair and it took a lot longer than expected.”
The rest of the Gala had gone well, she had met plenty of people she looked up to and eventually ended up going back to her hotel briefly to shoot for her brand and change into a new dress.
This one landed on the upper part of her thighs and suited her forms just right, a pure masterpiece from the Gucci Primavera Fall collection. The stylists had pulled her hair back into a neat ponytail and had changed her makeup slightly to fit the outfit.
She had walked into the afterparty with high expectations, the whispers she had heard enough to build up anticipation. Jimin and her had received an invitation a few days prior, and they had discussed how they expected things to play out beforehand.
The music was loud, many people were already sitting at tables and she scanned the room to find her leader. Her eyes caught sight of her and she excused her way through the crowd. Jimin was talking to someone, another celebrity whose name Yizhuo couldn’t quite remember.
She sat down at the table and smiled politely, extending her hand to the girl. Jimin resumed her conversation with a smile and Yizhuo’s eyes started wandering, trying to see who had actually come or not.
Her lips curved into a smile when she caught sight of her across the room, leaning against a high table with a drink in hand, surrounded by people who all seemed to be competing for her attention.
She looked awfully good. God, Yizhuo bit down her lip. She was wearing an all white outfit that had Yizhuo frozen on the spot. From there, she could catch a glimpse of her defined stomach and the curve of her breasts, much to her delight. She had bangs on, Yizhuo’s favorite, and she was laughing at something someone said.
But apparently, Yizhuo had spent too much time staring at her because Lisa’s gaze landed on her, giving her the signal that she had been caught staring.
The corner of Lisa’s lips curved and Yizhuo felt heat crawling up her neck. She quickly turned back to Jimin, pretending to be invested in the conversation, but she could still feel her eyes on her.
“You okay?” Jimin asked once the third person excused herself from the table, leaving them alone.
“Yeah,” Yizhuo frowned slightly. “Just–I’m gonna get something to drink.”
Jimin shot her a smile and Yizhuo quickly jumped to her feet, heading toward the bar. She ordered a drink and turned to scan the room again. She was now standing closer to Lisa, and her eyes traveled from the highlighter on her cheeks to the way her abs flexed slightly when she shifted on her feet.
She was taller than what Yizhuo had expected tonight, and she knew that if they were to be face to face again, she would have to tilt her chin up to look her in the eye.
Once her drink in hand, Yizhuo casually passed by her table, as if she hadn’t purposely chosen her itinerary. Her breath caught when fingers wrapped around her wrist.
“Yizhuo,” Lisa said, and Yizhuo felt goosebumps travel down her spine.
“Hi,” Yizhuo tried to sound as casual as possible, turning back to look at her. “Long time no see.”
“Indeed.” Lisa said slowly, her eyes traveling shamelessly over Yizhuo’s figure. “You look good tonight.”
Yizhuo’s lips curved into a smirk, trying her best to appear unaffected by the words. “Don’t I always do?”
“Right.” Lisa rolled her eyes playfully, bringing her glass closer to her lips. “First Met is always nerve-wracking, isn’t it?”
Yizhuo tried her best to keep looking at her in the eye. “Hmm, the red carpet was fun, but I’m delighted that it’s over. I wanted to have fun.”
“Is that so?” Lisa arched a brow, a smirk curving on her lips. “Why don’t you come sit with us at the table with Jimin?” She asked, her fingers brushing along Yizhuo’s arm. “It’s over there.”
Yizhuo glanced over and nodded quickly. “Yeah sure, I’ll go get her.”
Lisa’s hand stayed a few more seconds on her arm before she dropped it back to her side, a pleased expression playing on her face. “I’ll be waiting for you, pretty.”
Yizhuo quickly spun around to avoid her seeing the heat coming up to tint her cheeks and rushed back to their assigned table to get Jimin.
The leader followed willingly, nervous but thrilled to meet more people. “Imagine if Rihanna walks in–oh my god–what am I going to do?!”
“Unnie, it isn’t that big of an afterparty, she isn’t going to come.” Yizhuo giggled, leading them through the crowd.
Lisa’s friends greeted them when they walked closer and Lisa gestured for her to sit by her side. Yizhuo sat down and caught Jimin smiling knowingly on her other side.
Someone poured them drinks and Lisa clinked her glass against theirs. “To you two surviving the Met.”
Yizhuo let out a laugh. “To surviving.”
The conversation flowed effortlessly after that. They had met because of course, had liked each other’s posts on Instagram, and had exchanged occasional dms. Over time, Yizhuo found herself leaning closer, laughing louder, and her hands kept touching Lisa’s arm more or less on purpose.
“You’re cute,” Lisa said at some point, leaning to whisper for only her to hear.
Yizhuo’s stomach flipped. “And you’re a flirt.”
“Whose fault is that?” Lisa winked, leaning back into the couch seat.
Yizhuo bit back a smile and lowered her gaze. “Unnie,” she said tentatively and felt Lisa tense slightly at her side.
“Yeah?” Lisa arched a brow, prompting her to keep talking.
“Nothing,” Yizhuo muttered into the rim of her glass, downing it in one shot.
After a bit more time spent drinking and chatting, occasionally taking pictures together, someone mentioned another afterparty a few blocks away. Lisa turned to Yizhuo.
“You coming?” She asked with a knowing smile.
Yizhuo glanced around only to find Jimin dancing with Maya, which meant she would be just fine without her. “Yeah.”
“Ride with me,” Lisa offered and Yizhuo nodded slowly.
She had no idea which kind of afterparty it would be, but she trusted Lisa, and that was enough for her to say yes. She couldn’t miss a little more fun after all.
They left together, Lisa’s hand resting on the small of her back as they made their way through the crowd. Once outside, Yizhuo followed her into the car, the screams of the fans and the flashes blinding her drunkened senses.
Yizhuo slid in after her and sat by her side at the back of the car, a smile playing on her lips. “Are you the kind to let girls ride with you that easily?”
“Hmm depends,” Lisa trailed off, pretending to think. “They must be goddesses for me to do that.”
“No idea if I’m supposed to be flattered or to be scared,” Yizhuo teased, rolling her eyes playfully.
“Tell me about it tomorrow morning princess.”
Yizhuo had looked away, her cheeks reddening at the words and pretended that the way the driver was sitting interested her much more than the seductress sitting next to her.
The bass inside this club was louder than the previous one, the lights were more colorful and the crowd was even more packed. She could see bodies moving in sync in the low lighting. Lisa grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the vip part of the dance floor.
They were now near the center, face to face, and Yizhuo indeed had to tilt up her head to meet her eyes full on.
“Dance with me,” Lisa said, and it didn’t sound like a question to Yizhuo’s ears.
So she nodded, and Lisa’s hands found her waist, pulling her in. Yizhuo turned around, pressing her back against Lisa’s front, her senses completely on overdrive because of the alcohol she had previously drunk.
She could feel Lisa’s chest pressing against her shoulders, her hands guiding her hips, her warm breath hitting the side of her neck. All of it was too much, but also not enough.
A girl walked past them, eyeing Lisa suggestingly and Yizhuo pressed her back even more firmly against her, rolling her hips deliberately. She heard Lisa’s breath catch slightly, and felt her hands tightening around her waist.
“You good princess?” She whispered against her ear, her lips brushing against her lobe.
Yizhuo swallowed hard and nodded slowly. “Doing perfectly fine.” She spinned in her arms, bringing their faces closer.
Lisa’s eyes dropped to her lips, and Yizhuo couldn’t help but bite down on them deliberately.
“Do you want to get out of there?” Lisa asked, her voice hoarser now.
Yizhuo nodded slowly, her hands sliding up Lisa’s curves. “Please.”
Yizhuo’s pulse drummed in her ears as they rode the elevator up. Their shoulders were touching, and the tension sitting between them had become unbearable. Lisa led the way down the hallway once the doors slid open, and Yizhuo followed more than willingly.
Lisa pressed the keycard to the wooden surface of the door and pushed it open, stepping aside to let Yizhuo in first. What a gentlewoman.
The living room was huge, and Yizhuo could already see the city through floor-to-ceiling windows. She walked closer to them, taking in the breathtaking view. She had known that Lisa was rich, and she was herself, but it was still impressive.
Lisa’s heels clicked on the hardwood behind her as she approached. Her hands wrapped around Yizhuo’s waist from behind, which made the latter’s breath catch slightly.
“Nice view,” Yizhuo said slowly.
Lisa’s warm breath hit the back of her neck, her lips brushing against the skin. “Yeah, it is.”
Yizhuo turned to face her and was met with dark and hungry eyes. “Like what you see?” She asked with a smirk.
Lisa’s hand came up to her jaw, brushing her cheekbone. “Hmm, this view might be even better, yeah.”
Yizhuo swallowed hard and leaned into the touch, her heart hammering against her ribs. “Unnie..”
Lisa’s jaw clenched slightly, and her thumb brushed against her lips. “Say that again.”
Yizhuo’s lips curved into a smirk, and she then slightly parted her lips for her thumb to rest on her lips more. “Make me.”
Lisa let out a low laugh and leaned closer. “You’re bold.”
Yizhuo leaned in as well, making their lips brush in the process. “And you like it.”
Lisa’s grip on her waist tightened, and she pushed Yizhuo against the window, slowly, step by step, until she was fully cornered. Her hands traveled up Yizhuo’s sides even slower.
“Kiss me,” Yizhuo sighed, tilting back her head, her hands wrapping around her neck.
Lisa’s lips met hers and Yizhuo’s world narrowed down to a single thing; how soft her lips were and how good it felt to finally be taken care of. She let out a soft moan and her fingers slid into her hair, curling and tugging at it gently.
Just as she had expected, Lisa was a good kisser, a very talented one even. Her tongue swept over the rim of her lower lip, and Yizhuo’s lips parted to invite her in. Their tongues danced languidly, battling with one another like they had been starved for hours.
Eventually, Yizhuo captured Lisa’s lip in between her lips, tugging at it before slowly sucking on the flesh and letting it go with a pop.
Yizhuo found herself melting into the kiss, her hands trailing up Lisa’s back, feeling the flex of her muscles under the smooth fabric of her clothes. Lisa’s hands traveled down to grip her thigh, hitching her leg up, pressing her even more firmly against the glass.
Yizhuo gasped and Lisa took advantage of it, sucking on her tongue in a way that made Yizhuo’s head spin. She could feel her body pressed against hers, and that was driving her completely insane.
Lisa’s lips moved down to kiss down her jawline, then her neck, nipping and sucking on the skin, earning soft sighs from the smallest. Yizhuo’s nails dug into her shoulders.
“Bedroom,” Lisa murmured against the milky skin.
Yizhuo didn’t argue and followed her lead, holding onto her hand firmly. Lisa didn’t bother turning on more lights than were already there, the atmosphere perfect for what was bound to happen.
She pulled Yizhuo to the bed, and Yizhuo went willingly, sitting on her lap, her dress riding up her thighs even more. She looked up at her with half lidded eyes.
Lisa’s hands made their way up her back and she slowly unzipped the dress. Yizhuo helped her and quickly stood up to let it fall to the floor. She was now left in her underwear, red lace that left very little to the mind, and she saw the way Lisa devoured her with the eyes.
“Lie back,” Lisa said lowly.
Yizhuo obeyed, and Lisa climbed onto the bed to straddle her hips. She was still fully dressed, and the contrast made it even hotter. Lisa’s hands slid up her sides, her thumbs brushing the underside of her barely covered breasts. Yizhuo arched into the touch, her brows furrowing and a whine escaping her lips.
“Impatient,” Lisa said amusingly.
“You’re taking forever,” Yizhuo shot back, rolling her eyes.
Lisa’s smirk widened at the words, and her hands slid down the skin of her stomach. “Am I?” Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her underwear, and she pulled them down torturously slowly.
Yizhuo lifted her hips to help, and Lisa threw them somewhere inside the room carelessly. She then settled in between her thighs, pushing them further apart, and Yizhuo’s pulse spiked.
“Unnie–” she breathed.
Lisa looked up with an innocent smile, leaning down to press a kiss to her knee. “What is it baby?”
Yizhuo bit down her lip hard at the nickname, heat rushing up her face.
“Say please,” Lisa pressed another wet kiss to her skin, slightly lower this time.
Yizhuo swallowed hard. “You can’t be serious.”
Lisa’s grip on her thighs tightened. “Say it.”
Yizhuo wanted to try and defy her, she really did. But she needed her, more than she had ever needed anyone. “Please,” she said quietly, her tone slightly desperate.
“Good girl,” Lisa hummed contentedly, leaving bites and kisses on her way down her thighs.
Yizhuo’s brain short-circuited when Lisa’s mouth found her center, her hips bucking at the contact. Her hands fled to the sheets, gripping hard on the fabric, her fingers curling around it. Lisa kept her pinned down, one arm across her stomach, and the other one wrapped around one of her thighs.
Yizhuo’s breathing was ragged, all she could do was to let out short gasps and sighs. Lisa hummed against her, her tongue moving in rather slow circles, lapping up and down languidly, her lips occasionally sucking on her clit.
“Unnie–hm–” Yizhuo whimpered, one of her hands now holding Lisa’s head.
Her vision was now blurry, and trying to keep her eyes opened seemed to be impossible. She was getting close, so close, the older’s mouth doing wonders on her.
Lisa noticed and slowed down her movements, just to make it last. Yizhuo let out a frustrated whine, and Lisa laughed as she pressed a kiss to her center.
“Ask nicely,” she said.
“Please,” Yizhuo tried to move her hips, seeking friction. “Please unnie, please–”
Lisa smiled and immediately rewarded her, resuming her tongue’s work on her, sliding two fingers inside to send her over the edge. Her whole body tensed, and she cried out as her orgasm crashed down fully.
She did not stop until Yizhuo was trembling beneath her and pushing weakly at her shoulders, drawing every ounce of pleasure out of her.
Yizhuo had her head tilted back into the pillows, her chest was rising and falling fast, and her mind was clouded.
Lisa pulled back, pressing kisses on her way back up to her. “You okay?” She asked softly.
Yizhuo tried her best to catch her breath and pressed her lips together. “Yeah.”
Lisa climbed all the way up her body and settled beside her. Yizhuo turned to face her and pressed her face against her collarbone. Lisa’s hand stroked her hair softly, and Yizhuo relaxed under the affectionate gesture.
“That’s surely not how I expected my trip to New York to be like,” Yizhuo whispered, shifting closer to press kisses on the skin of her neck.
“Is that a bad thing?” Lisa let out a soft laugh, wrapping her arms around her to keep her warm.
Yizhuo shook her head softly. “No, it would only be a bad thing if it were a one time thing, but I’m gonna make sure it isn’t.”
“Is that so?” Lisa arched a brow. “And how are you going to do that, Ning Yizhuo?”
“I’m gonna show you that no one compares to the Chinese goddess,” Yizhuo rolled them over to straddle her hips, a smirk playing on her lips.