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The club was an assault of sweat, perfume and alcohol.
The music felt impossibly thunderous, speakers blaring so loudly Chi Cheng swore she could feel the beat in her chest, hammering in her sternum and pulsating in her ribs.
Inwardly, she cursed herself for letting Guo Chengyu and her girlfriend persuade her into joining them in yet another nightly escapade.
After all, they knew the last thing Chi Cheng wanted to do was run into…her.
Nursing her drink, Chi Cheng took a quick scan of her surroundings. From where she sat, the neighbouring tables were littered with a plethora of empty cups, previous occupants having sought refuge in the dance floor. The very same one that had been transformed into a crowded sea of inebriated bodies, that Chi Cheng refused to partake in, no matter what.
The first time Xiaoshuai tried to drag her with them, she gave the girl a cold glare in return, wrenching her arm back like she'd been burned.
Or at least she tried.
It was clear she didn't put enough vitriol into the expression, when the doctor just gave her a pitiful look in return. Wrapping her arm around her girlfriend's waist, Chengyu whispered something cryptic into Xiaoshuai's ear.
Close, intimate and everything that made Chi Cheng bristle defensively.
"I don't need your symp—" Chi Cheng growled, frustration bleeding into her tone when Chengyu coughed once to interrupt.
"Look, I'm pretty sure she's not here," Chengyu reassured.
Chi Cheng let out an stiff exhale of acknowledgement.
"It's been three months! Go let loose and find someone to have fun with!" Xiaoshuai implored, "Just for tonight, forget everything, we just want you to be happy."
With that, the couple spared Chi Cheng one last cautious look before they sped off.
In the present, she scanned the room, spotting them amongst the crowd as Chengyu shamelessly peppered kisses down Xiaoshuai's neck. Cringing, Chi Cheng's head swivelled to avoid the view.
Nights like these would be the bane of her existence, starting off a rowdy, filthy mess and culminating in nothing but a pounding ache in her head and a soul-crushing exhaustion. All the things she especially hated, but used to be able to ignore for—
Her glass slammed on the table with a thud, thoughts silenced within a second. That was enough reminiscing for the day.
Chi Cheng made her way to the bar, determined to drown herself in enough cheap cocktail to numb the unsettling feeling creeping beneath her skin.
Maybe then she could find a companion to bring home, or go home with. She couldn't afford to be picky.
Eventually, with each cup, her body loosened, the warmth of the alcohol spread from her chest to her fingertips. Just as she was about to reach for another cup, she felt the the presence of someone else beside her, casually sitting in the seat next to her.
Surely it couldn't be—?
Chi Cheng blinked. Twice.
The girl settled before the other woman could protest, relaxed as she ordered a drink from the bartender. A sparkle in her eye, her lips curved into a flirtatious smile.
"Hey beautiful."
It was one of the girls on the dance floor earlier.
She let Chi Cheng's gaze trail over her body, their eyes locking as she eyed Chi Cheng with a barely concealed desire. Her blonde highlights gleamed among that jet black hair, the skinny jeans clinging to her hips accentuating that waist, her thighs, the curves of her body.
On paper, she was exactly Chi Cheng's type.
"What's your name?"
Chi Cheng's attention snapped back to the girl. Before she knew it, she had let her name escape her lips.
"Chi Cheng."
"Chi Cheng," she repeated, in a pleasing, smooth, velvety lilt. "You look pretty bored by yourself, wanna go dance with me?"
Chi Cheng tilted her head, leaning her chin on her hand as she considered the offer.
It was…everything she'd wanted.
This would be her chance, just for tonight. Move on with someone new. Prove she could free up some of the space in her heart, she didn't need to rely on the ghost of a relationship to ground her, that she wasn't pathetic enough to continue yearning for something that couldn't be fixed.
Abruptly, a pair of arms intertwined around her neck, bringing with it a floral scent she recognised all too well.
Chi Cheng's stomach dropped.
"She doesn't like crowds," Suowei simpered, her words especially cutting in that sweet, saccharine tone. "Do you, baobei?"
"Wu Suowei." Chi Cheng warned, moving her hands off her shoulders.
"Yes?" Suowei blinked innocently, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.
"I—I'm so sorry, I didn't know she was taken," The girl stuttered apologetically at them both, hopping off the bar stool in a split-second.
Chi Cheng sighed, rubbing her temples as Suowei shamelessly slid into the space the girl had vacated.
The tension in the atmosphere rose, settling like a particularly suffocating blanket. Suowei smiled, beyond satisfied.
The bartender, who had witnessed the whole scene, shot them both nervous looks as she handed Suowei's order over. Chi Cheng's proceeding glower made sure she kept her distance for the rest of the night.
Everything in the background faded to a dull buzz as Chi Cheng stared at the liquid swirling in her cup. She was torn, both by the strange sense of relief that had inched its way into her heart and the fury of having Suowei interfere without her consent.
They were nothing to each other.
Suowei had no right to intervene with who she talked to, who she kissed, who she wanted to fuck.
But she did anyway.
And Chi Cheng let her.
Every.
Single.
Time.
"I told the truth," Suowei started, "you hate dancing! You only danced with m—!"
"Just…shut up," Chi Cheng said wearily, her attempt to sound firm crumbling immediately as it'd begun. "We have nothing to talk about, in fact you're lucky I didn't—"
"What," The girl challenged, completely unfazed, "slap me?"
Lifting Chi Cheng's hand to her cheek, Suowei leaned into her palm before she could react. Her doe eyes bearing into Chi Cheng, a small sneer at the corner of her lips.
"What if I said I would be into that?"
Her tone was audacious, bold and everything Chi Cheng loved.
Until three months ago, when she ran, fleeing with Chi Cheng's bleeding heart into the dead of night. A week later, their shared apartment had been cleared of all her things, like she hadn't existed at all.
Not a single call. Not a single message. Not a single reply to the flood of voicemails Chi Cheng left.
Chi Cheng supposed this display was her version of making amends.
To show Chi Cheng she still loved her, in the only toxic, possessive and outright brazen way she knew how.
Even when she'd irritated Chi Cheng to no end, she was still as cute as she'd ever been. In her little skirt, a tight tube top that hugged her body in all the right places and brown curls that adorned her shoulders, she was a vision to behold. Chi Cheng's heart raced, adrenaline flooding her system.
Fuck, Chi Cheng couldn't look away even if she wanted to. Wu Suowei knew exactly what she was doing.
"You ruined my night." Her voice rumbled from deep within her chest, devoid of emotion.
"Chi Cheng—"
"Save it," Chi Cheng snapped, "You'll have to do."
Before Suowei could open her mouth to protest, Chi Cheng withdrew her hand, instead hauling her by the arm to the exit of the club.
"Don't act like you didn't want this."
Chi Cheng shoved Suowei against the door of her apartment, claiming her mouth in a heated, bruising kiss. Suowei responded eagerly in kind, licking into Chi Cheng's mouth with abandon. Their lips slotted together, fitting just as perfectly as they had all those months ago.
"How'd you find me?" Chi Cheng breathed. Her fingers traced every inch of Suowei's body, over her breasts, to her waist, eventually trailing down to roughly cup a handful of ass through her skirt.
"Xiaoshuai—left her live location on—," Suowei gasped out in short, shallow bursts, eyes clenched tight.
Chi Cheng couldn't help but let out a scoff.
She should've known.
Hoisted against the wall, Suowei panted, cheeks flushing that pretty shade of pink that Chi Cheng loved as her chest rose and fell steadily. Each time they made contact, the friction was immediate and electric, drawing out soft sounds from those plump lips that Chi Cheng swore made her heart pound faster, anticipation thrumming through her veins.
Like clockwork, her eyes dipped to Suowei's cleavage. Her hand travelled upwards, moving to pull at the tube top to expose more skin for her to ravish, to devour—only to be stopped by the other girl, her hand grasping Chi Cheng's.
Irritated, Chi Cheng clicked her tongue, giving Suowei a pointed look.
"What's the hold-up?"
Suowei licked her lips. The same hand reached to hold Chi Cheng's jaw, forcing Chi Cheng to look at her.
"That girl, were you going to fuck her?"
Chi Cheng stilled, her earlier conviction dissipating momentarily.
Turning her head, Chi Cheng shifted her eyes to the floor, irritation rising and bubbling within her chest like molten lava. She couldn't believe it had taken one look at those hypnotic irises to disarm her, when she'd spent the last month steeling herself not to reminisce, not to spare her even a thought—
"Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to."
"You're always so mean to me," Suowei pouted, the glossy sheen on her lips drawing Chi Cheng's gaze.
Her sing-song tone sparked something raw, something akin to resentment, made worse by the burgeoning, heady desire thrumming below Chi Cheng's skin.
Chi Cheng exhaled. When it came to Suowei, control became a foreign concept, every semblance of restraint in her body thrown out the window.
The couch felt cold when Chi Cheng sat, moving past Suowei in a silent attempt to put some distance between them both.
Suowei knew better.
Chi Cheng hadn't kicked her out yet.
In Suowei's book, it was practically an open invitation for her to finish what they'd started.
Even after all these months, Chi Cheng still couldn't bear to tell her to leave.
And Suowei knew which buttons to press, precisely how to make that porcelain mask of composure crack, the beginnings of the fractures already beginning to show, to her absolute delight.
Suowei smirked, an infuriating curl of her lips as she moved over, the tiny skirt she wore riding up her thighs. Without breaking eye contact, she straddled Chi Cheng, her hips bracketing her waist, hands twined behind her neck.
"Don't be upset." Suowei moved closer, reaching out to trace a slow line down the side of Chi Cheng's cheek.
The heat of her body radiated around Chi Cheng, making it practically impossible to ignore the proximity, the suffocating tension of the unspoken words Chi Cheng refused to articulate. Until Suowei made sure to do it for them both.
"Jie-jie, I know you wouldn't have." Her voice dipped to a low, sultry whisper, "when you know no one satisfies you exactly the way I do."
Chi Cheng's breath hitched, a dizzying heat flooding every inch of her body.
Their lips met again, a heated clash of tongue and teeth as Chi Cheng tightened an arm around her waist, drawing her fully into her lap.
The couch creaked softly underneath their frantic movement, the feeling of Chi Cheng's body, even when they were both clothed, lit every nerve ending in Suowei's body. Beneath the heat of Chi Cheng's palms, she fully melted into the sensation, pliant in her hold. Chi Cheng's other hand clamped the back Suowei's neck, forcefully deepening the kiss as Suowei let out a low moan against her mouth.
The movement seemed subtle at first, innocuous, as Chi Cheng ever so slightly tilted her thigh upward under the skirt, until Suowei had no choice but to adjust to balance herself, the glaring change in position impossible to ignore.
"Fuck—!"
Sensitive, the slightest brush of her heat elicited a hiss from Suowei, jerking and tilting her head further back. She ground her hips against Chi Cheng harder, desperate to ease the ache, to satiate the arousal unravelling within her, pooling in her stomach.
Nothing about this was new. Suowei feigning fucking herself on Chi Cheng's lap, pleading eyes pulling and begging Chi Cheng to just touch her just the way she wanted, the way she needed—
"What do you want Weiwei?" Chi Cheng murmured against her throat.
Undeterred, Chi Cheng's grip on her waist tightened, holding Suowei down. Suowei's folds throbbed and fluttered, a soaking, aching pressure on her clothed thigh that made her want to move ever so slightly just to tease her again.
"Answer me, Wu Suowei," Chi Cheng demanded.
"You," she choked out, her voice dissolving into a hiss as she adjusted her weight to press harder onto Chi Cheng.
True to her word, Chi Cheng let her go, fingers settling on her waist instead. Leaning her weight into Chi Cheng, Suowei moved her hips in desperate little circles, her body tensing up, tightening in that way they both recognised.
Guiding her rhythm, their breaths mingled as Suowei clung to Chi Cheng for purchase, every sensation sending sparks of pleasure down her spine.
"Chi Cheng—hngh—" Before long, Suowei's cries dissolved into a series of moans and curses, her nails raking down Chi Cheng's shoulders. Her back arched violently as she came, ecstasy ripping through her body.
Looking down to the darkened patch of fabric, Chi Cheng noticed the wetness, feeling the slick evidence of Suowei's arousal that had soaked through, dampening her dark blue jeans.
Suowei's breath caught at the realisation, a cute blush extending from her ears working it's way down her chest.
The skirt she wore, that shade of black, that hem tailored just for Chi Cheng's access, left almost nothing to the imagination, exposing the pale curve of her quivering thighs atop Chi Cheng's lap.
Raising an eyebrow, Chi Cheng slipped under, just to have her suspicions confirmed the moment she felt the warmth of Suowei's bare skin. Hot, smooth and perfect.
Fuck, Suowei wasn't wearing underwear.
"Such a dirty slut," Chi Cheng rasped, "who were you planning to seduce like this?"
Palm firmly splayed out on Suowei's thigh, her fingers roamed, rubbing slow, deliberate circles as they drew closer to that damp heat.
Suowei sucked in a breath through her teeth, steadying herself just enough to give Chi Cheng another smirk that sent her heart spiralling out of her control.
"I knew you'd like it," she murmured airily, a seductive gleam in her eye. "You're so easy to read, Cheng-jie."
Just like that, Chi Cheng's patience snapped, like a string taut to its maximum. She flipped their positions, drawing a maddening, knowing smile from Suowei as Chi Cheng loomed over.
Without hesitation, Chi Cheng pulled her belt off her jeans, sliding them through the loops in one fluid motion. Seizing Suowei's wrists, Chi Cheng wrapped it around them, turning a deaf ear to her protests. Even now, Suowei had no idea what she wanted.
Just for good measure, she made sure to tighten it. Hard, harsh and biting into that pale, delicate skin like a brand of some sort.
To show her hatred? To hurt Suowei?
More like establishing her ownership, a small part of her supplied helpfully, only to be immediately buried within the recesses of her mind, when the jingling of the buckle brought Chi Cheng back to her senses.
The sight awaiting her took her breath away.
Lips spit-slicked and swollen, Suowei was a hot mess, breaths uneven as her face flushed red from the earlier orgasm. Her skirt bunched at her thighs, riding up so far they barely covered vee between her thighs. Her top clung on for dear life to her sides from their earlier jostling, nipples just shy of making an appearance.
Running her fingers down Suowei's exposed midriff, Chi Cheng's thumb stroked at the bare skin of her waist, tracing a path down her belly button to the curve of her waist, enjoying each jerk of her body, the way she writhed in her arms, the punched out noises she made as she trembled under Chi Cheng's touch.
"Chi Cheng—" Suowei whined softly, ducking her head to the side. Arms trapped above her head, her ears were red hot. So honest, so adorable Chi Cheng couldn't be sure whether this was another part of her ploy to lure her back in. Not so sure Suowei hadn't entrapped them both—
Another whimper from Suowei was what it took for Chi Cheng to gingerly curl her fingers in her top and pull it down, grazing over Suowei's nipples. Rosy, tender and erect from sudden exposure to the cool air of the room.
Her mouth watering, she sank down, dropping kisses down Suowei's throat that ended at her breast. Even as Suowei hiccuped, she moved torturously slow, taking it into her mouth gradually. Each suck, each bite coaxed yet another wanton moan from Suowei's lips, her back bowing off the couch.
As if from memory, Chi Cheng's hand inched upwards gradually, anchoring on the hollow of Suowei's neck.The pressure on her windpipe was a welcome and steady presence, from the way Suowei's pulse jumped under her fingertips. With a shuddering breath, her hips stuttered, her world narrowed, her vision blurred. The tears beading at her eyelids threatened to fall, every inch of her body throbbing with a burning desire to be ravished.
Chi Cheng too, felt a dizzying arousal beginning to pool at her core, the view below her slowly but surely becoming too much to bear.
She couldn't waste a second more.
Her hands fumbled with Suowei's skirt with an urgency that would make the other girl giggle in a more ordinary circumstance. If Chi Cheng's current expression didn't reflect the same desperation she felt, every thought scattering in favour of the hazy, heady hunger coursing through her veins. Before long, Suowei felt the same grounding pressure on her throat, just as Chi Cheng thrust her fingers in without warning.
Starting with two was a choice, Suowei decided.
She moaned at the stretch anyway, at the sharp sting that followed. Muffling her whimpers into Chi Cheng's shoulder, her nails scrabbled onto her side, hips jittering with each and every rough, precise hit to her g-spot.
Chi Cheng moved, finding her clit with practised efficiency, fucking her at a steady rhythm. The same perfect ebb and flow Suowei had taken for granted, that Chi Cheng had been pushed into resenting when she'd been left alone with her thoughts. Even then, with Suowei in her arms, Chi Cheng couldn't deny how effortlessly they fit together, how much she'd missed the little vixen in her dreams.
Their bodies pressed flushed together, Chi Cheng forced her deeper into the cushions with each curl of her fingers, a third easing into her hole.
Above her head, the belt clinked, accompanied by each and every raw, guttural moan torn from her throat. Chi Cheng rotated her wrist, watching the sheen on sweat Suowei's pale forehead, matting her fringe, marking a trail down to her collarbone.
A fire pooling low in her abdomen, Suowei sobbed, her knees quaking. "Shit—!"
She was close.
As if in a trance, Chi Cheng leaned down, her teeth grazing, savouring, tongue laving the side of her neck before they sank down, as hard as she could. She revelled in the familiar taste of Suowei's skin, the heat of her skin, the tangy, obnoxious scent that Suowei loved, everything about her that drove Chi Cheng insane.
Right on cue, she tightened around Chi Cheng, pulsing, clenching and spilling over her in quick succession.
Chi Cheng didn't wait a minute to withdraw her fingers, tearing a small whimper from Suowei's lips at the loss. She didn't bat an eye at the fresh slick on her digits, her tongue flicking out to lick at them lasciviously.
Face flushed, Suowei moaned at the gesture, squirming uncomfortably with her wrists still bound.
"Dirty girl," Chi Cheng breathed, pleased as she placed another kiss on the side of her neck. But it wasn't near enough. All Chi Cheng could think of was ravaging every inch of the ethereal perfection beneath her, the idea of Suowei all fucked out, reduced to nothing but a mess had her beyond satisfied.
Like a woman starved, she shoved her hands between Suowei's legs, forcefully spreading them wide. Before the other girl could began to protest, she sank down, her breath caressing the side of Suowei's thighs as she licked, bit and sucked marks into her skin.
Suowei bucked her hips upward, her clit fluttering, begging for Chi Cheng's attention. She was so wet, so needy, so ready for what Chi Cheng had planned.
And when Chi Cheng finally tongued at her slit, Suowei hissed, throwing her head back, legs tightening involuntarily around Chi Cheng's ears. Every light touch amplified the sensations she felt by ten fold, as Chi Cheng grabbed her by the thighs to hold her steady. Her tongue moved in short flicks, teeth purposely grazing over Suowei's clit just to hear her gasp, feel her squirm in her hold, growing so wet she dripped down Chi Cheng's chin.
"Ah, Cheng—!" Suowei cried her name, her voice quivering from effort, nearing the edge again. Ultimately, the final scrape of Chi Cheng's nails down Suowei's inner thigh was enough to make her limbs to shake, for her to gush all over her cheeks and into her mouth.
Suowei panted, letting out an exhale of exhaustion, flopping onto the couch. Her body ached, sweat sticking to her fringe, her skirt probably stained, now if Chi Cheng could just undo her restraints.
"Jie—" But before Suowei could start, Chi Cheng grabbed her by the waist, her fingers digging into her sides roughly. The sudden movement elicited a noise of protest, Suowei's body squirming on instinct until Chi Cheng effortlessly deposited her on her bed.
Her hair now a mess, Suowei lifted her head to shoot Chi Cheng a dirty glare.
Deep down though, she would be lying if she said the idea of being manhandled by Chi Cheng didn't excite her. She rubbed her thighs together, clearly failing to keeping her arousal in check when Chi Cheng looked past her faux fury to hike her skirt up anyway.
At the sight of her, wet again, Chi Cheng just smirked like it was something she had planned all along. A hand simultaneously caressing the small of her back, Chi Cheng lay a thumb on Suowei's throbbing pussy, massaging it as she cooed, "Still needy baby? Don't worry I have more planned for you."
Abruptly, she got up, stripping off the rest of her clothes in quick succession. The sudden absence of her fingers left Suowei so tight, so frustrated her cunt clenched uselessly on the empty space, a whine involuntarily escaping her throat.
If only her hands were free, so she could reach down to pleasure herself, so she wasn't at Chi Cheng's mercy, forced to obey her every whim, forced to bend to her will so she wouldn't make her wait any longer—
Chi Cheng strode to a nearby drawer, retrieving a strap-on with a harness that was already in place. The gesture was quick, efficient, like she'd already thought about this day, like she'd planned to entirely wreck Suowei at a moment's notice. Suowei's pupils dilated as Chi Cheng adjusted the straps at her thighs and hips, so sensitive she wanted to rub herself on Chi Cheng's duvet.
"Like what you see?" Chi Cheng chuckled, her smile widening, eyes crinkling at the corners as Suowei let out a heady moan, so horny she couldn't think straight.
All she wanted was Chi Cheng inside her, fucking her hard and fast, the way she'd missed all those months ago.
And she knew exactly what her beloved couldn't resist.
"Need you—" Suowei's voice tapered off into a whimper as she presented herself, the skirt fanned out around her ass, her shiny pussy, her face rested into the pillows, bare breasts pressed to the bedsheets. Her legs shook, desperation driving her to push her hips back against the air.
The rustle of the sheets behind her was the last thing she registered before the tip of silicon slipped between her thighs.
At last.
Chi Cheng didn't let her off easy though, halting her movements with just a firm grab of her waist, stopping her from sinking down on the silicon cock entirely. It was as if the relief that flooded her body had been pulled to a halt, an unbearable, overwhelming need resurfacing to pull her under.
The tears welled up again, something she's sure to make full use of when she twisted her head back to look imploringly into Chi Cheng's eyes.
"Do you really think you deserve to cum on my cock tonight?" Chi Cheng tilted her head.
The contempt in her voice stirred something close to an orgasm in Suowei's stomach.
"Need it please," Suowei knew she sounded absolutely pathetic, even fluttering her eyelashes in one valiant attempt to distract from the way her body slowly but subtly ground against Chi Cheng's strap.
Chi Cheng tightened her grip instead, a finger coming to tilt her chin upward. "A slutty girl like you deserves to be punished, don't you think?"
With a clink, the belt fell on the bed and Suowei's hands were free. Yet, every second felt like insurmountable torture, as Chi Cheng moved from her spot, laying at the head of the bed to tease Suowei. Calm as ever, she lifted a hand, leisurely tapping her thigh.
As much as the other girl hated to admit it, the cocky look on Chi Cheng's face did something for her, as did the thought of riding her, just the way she craved.
With her remaining strength, Suowei crawled forward, the tingly feeling between her legs intensifying every single movement, setting her skin ablaze. She was quick to straddle Chi Cheng, pushing her against the mattress, twining a hand in her hair while she captured her mouth in another passionate kiss that left the both of them breathless.
In the meantime, her other hand reached for the silicon dick in a final attempt to position her body, before she finally lowered herself.
The girth of it stretched her pussy, inch by devastating inch as Suowei let out another broken moan of Chi Cheng's name for the umpteenth time. Pleasure flooding her senses, Suowei's head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut for just a second.
Entranced, Chi Cheng was utterly transfixed every twitch in her expression, the dildo slowly disappearing into her body, the skirt and the tube top barely clinging on for dear life, rucked up against her torso. It was even more tantalising than seeing her completely bare, Chi Cheng so aroused she felt herself going light-headed with want.
As Suowei bottomed out, she swayed back and forth on Chi Cheng's cock, peeking below her lashes at her reaction. Like she'd expected, Chi Cheng seemed to be holding back, staring unabashedly with each roll of her hips, relishing in the feeling of sliding her hands from her thighs up her curves.
"Ngh—fuck!" Suowei moaned, her voice slightly hoarse as she lifted herself off her knees. Her breath faltering, she picked up the pace, accompanied by the lewd, filthy sounds of her wetness around the strap-on.
Each grind of her hips, each bounce, each drop of her weight tore another whimper from her throat.
The sheer size of her cock filled her to the brim, impossibly full, just shy of perfect. Leaning down, she rubbed her clit on Chi Cheng's stomach, the extra stimulant all she needed to dissolve initial dull ache into a rippling pleasure down to the bone.
Yet, she still wanted Chi Cheng's hands on her, Chi Cheng fucking her, Chi Cheng taking control. Moaning softly, she grabbed at Chi Cheng's hand, placing it on her breast.
"You're in no place to make demands baobei," Chi Cheng murmured hotly, her tone low and mean.
Yet, that offending hand stayed on Suowei, playing, pinching and twisting her perfect, perky nipples into hard nubs. Above her, Suowei lurched forward, her body trembling, her rhythm slowing as she mewled breathily.
Continuing to thumb at her chest, Chi Cheng savoured every sound that left Suowei's lips, the ripple of her muscles as she pushed herself onto her cock, determined to show Chi Cheng how much she wanted her.
"Cheng—I can't—please—" Suowei breathed hard, her knees buckling.
"Beg for it."
Suowei made a noise, something between frustration and outrage, her hands flying to Chi Cheng's chest to brace herself. She could almost see the grin on Chi Cheng's face as she writhed on her cock in discomfort, the only thing she felt the thick length of silicon pressing close but not quite at that spot—
"Fuck, please just—" She whined, her words dissolving to a whine, high and desperate when Chi Cheng rolled her hips experimentally, only to stop abruptly.
To Suowei, who had already the the beginnings of another climax, the fire burning low in her abdomen, it was akin to ripping the pleasure straight from her hands, her every reaction all the more delectable, satisfying for Chi Cheng.
"Just what?" Chi Cheng's rasped, her voice tinged with amusement. "Want me to ruin this pretty pussy? Want them to hear what a desperate slut you are for my cock?" Her hands squeezed her thigh, the lithe strength of her fingers digging, flexing, silently reminding Suowei exactly who was in charge.
'I-I want you deep inside me—" she gestured, pleading in between breaths, her voice cracking from strain, "j-just fuck me Cheng—"
The bed creaked under their weight when Chi Cheng sat up, planting her ankles onto the mattress to thrust upwards into Suowei. Without delay, she started fast, hitting that sweet spot that Suowei loved, the punishing pace and lethal precision of every roll of her hips drawing out a series of sultry moans from the body above.
Her thrusts bounce Suowei up and down, feeling the rhythmic fluttering of those walls around her, sucking the dick deeper each time their hips met over and over again.
"You're so fucking tight baby," Chi Cheng grunted, tightening her grip around Suowei's waist to a sharp intake of breath.
Suowei wrapped her arms around Chi Cheng's neck for purchase, keeping their bodies flush together, before pulling her into a feverish kiss. Her tongue lapping at Chi Cheng's mouth, Suowei moaned wantonly, feeling her orgasm begin to crest again.
Before she knew it, Suowei felt her body seize, shuddering in Chi Cheng's hold, the heat searing through her in bursts. A ragged gasp tore from her throat, the cum dripping from her pussy a stark contrast against the violet cock inside her body.
"Fuck—" Chi Cheng growled, fucking her through the orgasm, before her own body began to tense.
A few more thrusts were all it took for Chi Cheng to come as well, an observation Suowei only became acutely aware of when she slid the dildo out. The moist sound that greeted her ears made the fuzzy, heady feeling simmer in her gut.
Through her bleary eyes, her limbs in a mess, Suowei felt Chi Cheng move off her, before sleep took her under.
It was the dead of night when Suowei woke again.
Her eyes fluttered open, but she didn't move, just taking in the feeling of Chi Cheng's room, Chi Cheng's bed and the faint scent of her detergent, clinging to her every part of body.
Gone were the clothes she'd meticulously picked, instead replaced with the soft familiarity of her favourite hoodie of Chi Cheng's and a an old pair of sweatpants she'd practically laid claim to.
Her chest tightened inexplicably.
This fool. Even after everything—
Suowei turned to the woman herself, taking in the view of Chi Cheng, deep in slumber. There was always something fragile about her in this state—unguarded, utterly stripped of her composure, her hatred, her resentment that Suowei had no one but herself to blame for.
Her heart pounded once, twice, a hand making an attempt at what, Suowei herself didn't know, before she clenched it into a fist. Instead, she sighed softly, sat up as quietly as she could. Every movement was purposeful, controlled, like any sudden motion would intensify the dull ache thrumming beneath her skin.
The mattress shifted under her weight anyway, each creak a subtle, unnecessary reminder of what they'd just done. She took her clothes lain on an armchair nearby, shedding the garments Chi Cheng had put on for her, her mind cycling through every agonizingly gentle touch she hadn't even been conscious to remember—
Chi Cheng stirred, barely awake.
She made out the silhouette of Suowei in the darkness, just as Suowei turned around, hugging that hoodie close to her chest. Her fingers gripped tight, her stare bearing into it like it was some kind of lifeline, before her eyes found Chi Cheng again.
She could've sworn they held each other's gazes in that moment, words caught at their throats and in the imperceptible hum of the night.
Chi Cheng didn't ask her to stay.
It was a conversation they both understood without words.
Throwing one last look back to Chi Cheng, the door clicked shut behind Suowei and the quiet returned.