Born from the Fem ChengWei AU
໒꒰ྀི ∩⸝⸝∩ ꒱ྀི১
A single second stretches between them like an unspooling thread. Wei could hear the barreling rush of blood thumping through her ears - waiting for the next move, for when their kiss didn’t stop when their shallow breathing collided. Shadows stretch along the walls, darkening their surroundings until Wei’s vision tunnels down to the feline curve of Cheng’s lips. Her lips, they were so close, she could almost feel the plush flesh molding against her own. Except, Cheng never leans forward; never connects the kiss, only her grin deepens, and a bright, hot spark dances in her stygian pupils. Before the whisper of impulse could rope in her judgement, Wei’s mouth twitches to life and an exasperated plea tumbles out.
“W-wait…we shouldn’t jiejie…this isn’t right,”
Delicate flush washes over the apple of Wei’s cheeks, trickling down to tinge the base of her neck. She despises how that knowing quirk of Cheng’s head elicits another flood of eccentric, tepid stickiness to coat her panties. She is fighting a losing battle. Months of daydreaming over being so close to Cheng, yet the only thought on Wei’s mind is the terror of her closest friend finding out.
Cheng knew this. That’s why she uses it to her advantage - because Wei isn’t the only one who craves this forbidden moment.
“Yea…” Cheng began, “Where was this denial when your small fingers were snooping through my dresser…touching my panties, playing with my toys,” she stretches the syllables out like a cat taunting a mouse.
A sudden heavy constriction tightens Wei’s windpipe, her bitty nose twitches to the stinging pressure pressing behind her eyelids. Ten seconds pass, measured only by the distant creak of the house settling - Wei doesn’t speak, she knows if she does, the desperate quiver of her vocal cords will give her act away.
“Don’t worry sweet girl, I’ll be sure you leave this room with no regrets,”
With those poison tipped words, Cheng’s head descends. Though, still never yet collides with Wei’s; Cheng’s head tilts and her mouth peppers feathery kisses onto her jaw. They cascade, dusting across her face, sweeping down to tickle Wei’s collar bones. Even from such light touches, Wei becomes a squirming mess. She wants more; wants to feel that mouth touching her heady skin all over.
“Such a needy girl, so pathetic,”
The words are mumbled into Wei’s skin, sinking into her mind until she feels the prior anxiousness dissipating. She shivers from the touch of fingers tickling across her stomach, her spine locking up when her nightgown lies in ripples above her hips. Wei doesn’t have a moment to prepare before she feels those fingers trailing down, two of them budging against her clothed clit.
The pressure is light, though Wei is already beginning to shiver.
“Jiejie…please,” the endearment spills from Wei’s lips in a string of high pitched vowels.
Cheng breathes a low chuckle that goes straight to Wei’s stomach, ensuing a frantic, electric flutter of wings. Her fingers press closer, swirling around Wei’s weeping clit almost leisurely. Her pressure is experimental, bouncing between soft and harsh. She builds Wei up with slow, taunting circles, before jolting her nervous system with more frantic, fast whirls, only to settle back into a calm rhythm.
Sable waves cling to Wei’s tacky forehead, the faint pink flush deepens until it’s a rich ruby. She can feel her stomach twisting, forming a tight coil. Wei isn’t sure if it's the need to pee, or something else - all she knows is that if Cheng continues; she’ll shatter. Her eyes slam shut, and her knees buckle together. Moans spill freely, and confidently from her lips as if her friend isn’t sleeping within the next room.
The voice whispers closer than Wei expects; directly into the cusp of her ear, tethering her back to reality.
“Shhh, be a little quieter for me pretty girl, don’t want your friend hearing what a filthy whore you are for her sister,”
Wei’s scrambling thoughts dull until they stretch and morph into a low, humming ring. She doesn’t realize how harsh the grip of her teeth on her bottom lip is until the splash of copper shocks her tastebuds.
Those words are the final push, Wei’s back bows, and her hips stutter, softly humping the air and Cheng’s hand as the coil snaps apart. Her cunt clamps around a stark emptiness, squirting out a thin liquid until it soaks through her panties and defiles the silk beneath her.
Cheng watches rather mesmerized, drooling as Wei finally topples over the edge. Her fingers work her through the orgasm, drawing out every twitch, and whimper until she deems herself satisfied.
Silence trickles back between the two, except this time more charged, more hungry. Wei lays boneless, her lips slightly parted and coated with drool. She can only release meek whines, as the bed shifts, and the fingers that broke her in smear the wetness within her panties, until they sweep down and swirl around her pulsing, tender entrance.
Cheng peers up at the broken girl, her own cunt aching, and weeping a thick, hot slick. Wei’s glassy eyes meet hers, and she realizes that this is only just the start. Her fingers dip shallowly into Wei’s hidden entrance, and her lips curl to a grin that only promises mischief.
“Don’t dare fall asleep yet baby, we still have to try out those toys,”

Hypothetically…
When it comes to his older brother, WeiWei will do anything he says. It wasn’t because of fear, or because he was forced. To simply put it, he wants to be acknowledged by his gege. After months of their parents marrying, Chi Cheng had barely shown him a semblance of attention. He was silent at dinner. Avoidant around the house, always locked up in his room. If he wasn’t home he was out, participating in sins WeiWei’s simple mind could never think of. WeiWei could count on one hand the amount of times they accidentally made eye contact. He hated it. As a boy already lonely, being ignored by his new sibling made him feel as if he were a nuisance. Though, he swallowed those feelings down, even as the bitter taste of acid still clung to his tongue. He gave Chi Cheng the benefit of doubt. He is in college, juggling his fathers business, and even has friends who were there before him. Chi Cheng didn't need a pestilent little brother tugging at his shirt. All this abruptly changes one day. WeiWei is in his room, doodling on his notebook, when a soft, deliberate knock lands on his opened door. He turns, and by his shock - his gege is leaned against the entrance frame. WeiWei immediately props up, listening to every word that spills from his brother's lips. He thought he was dreaming for a moment, his fingers sweeping down to pinch his exposed thigh. For once, his gege had come to him, explaining how bored he is, and that maybe they should play together. By play, WeiWei expects it to be a game of tag, or hide-n-seek, maybe even one of his secretly stashed boardgames. Not for one second did he expect to be lying on his back - molding into his pallid pink bed clothing, while his arms are stretched above his head. He could feel his brother's idle fingers tracing over the silken ribbon binding his hands. Chi Cheng had carefully wrapped the ivory fabric around his wrists, before doing the same with his legs. The rivulets of ribbon bound from the tops of his thighs, down to his knees in a zigzag pattern. It isn’t uncomfortable, just odd. He even used a thin piece as a makeshift blindfold. WeiWei was utterly confused, especially since his gege explained it was a magic trick. There was no magic behind those large, veiny hands slinking up his bare, bound thighs, or mousing underneath his shirt to massage his slightly swollen chest. WeiWei’s whines didn’t go unnoticed, Chi Cheng shushed him, telling him everything was going to be okay. But, WeiWei couldn’t help but ask. “Gege…what's the trick?” He heard a huff of amusement, before the gravelly, timber of his brother's voice mumbled back. “Let’s see how many loads it takes before your little belly begins to swell…”

Imagine…
Everyone in Chi Cheng’s life applauds him for sheltering Suo Wei, the infamous boy whose parents are never around. Admiring how he pampers to his every need, spoiling him with everything and anything that he wants. Though, what happens behind closed doors, stays behind closed doors. What they don’t see is the poisonous mind games Chi Cheng has played with the boy. How his hands always touch the boys delicate skin, in ways they are not meant to. Lingering enough to feel the muscles quiver. Or, how he’s corrupt Suo Wei so much, that the boy is like a lost puppy without him. He always clings to his leg, fearing that maybe one day Chi Cheng would leave him like everyone else. That’s why he always does what the older man tells him to do…and that’s how he found himself in a horrible predicament. It was strange that Mr. Chi kept pressuring him to drink so much water. But, in his small, naive mind he believed the elder is only looking after him. Because, that’s what Mr. Chi tells him. ‘I have to keep you hydrated, if you aren’t, how will you grow to be strong and healthy like me,” Though, something was very wrong. The moment he announced he needed to use the restroom, Mr. Chi guided him to his bedroom. Binding his wrists to the head board, and stripping him of any decency he has, with the sole exception of his panties. He was anxious, and didn’t really understand what was happening. Yet, as Mr. Chi guides the small black, vibrating instrument between his legs, pressing it against his cunt - his mouth remains sealed. He lets Mr. Chi torture him with the vibrator, until he can feel his abdomen growing tight, and his panties soaking through with immense arousal. His mind slowly breaks under Mr. Chi’s praises, and the constant, burning pressure of his bladder. With every pulse of pleasure against his swollen clit, he can feel his bladder threatening to burst. It’s just a shame that Mr. Chi tells him to hold it, that he needs to be a good boy, or else. Suo Wei is afraid what would happen if he misbehaved, the last time Mr. Chi didn’t stop until his body was limp, and his throat burned from his pleading screams. So, once more, he remains quiet. Wrists aching, his clit weeping from the constant vibration, and his entrance pulsing with the need to be filled until his mind is empty - floating on the edge of a different realm. There was only one issue…he could feel warm liquid slowly trickling out, and hear the soft huff of disapproval expelling from Mr. Chi’s chest. Maybe he had let his brain dull a little too much…

Saw your new thread about wei morphing into snake wow amazing. Will definitely want to read more of it…how he will be scared n apprehensive about cc cz everyone has always hurt him. Nd how he will slowly fall for him, nd how he will reveal he is a shapeshifter and how he will learn to love to be in his own body nd how forvthe first time in his life he will have sm called “home”, amazing concept nd the way you wrote it, is so beautiful nd kinda painful as usual the classic tsu “amazing story w a touch of pain”.

. I saw you doing thread of your moots shape sifting into animals you think suits for them…am I allowed to put my name in the hat for that or….?