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,”