dan heng likes people. she likes meeting new faces and learning about others, finds anthropology and sociological studies fascinating, but parties? they're noisy, they're crowded, and everything smells like beer and sweat and this close to the summer months it's too warm, too.
but she likes ren, likes spending time with her, and it's the last party of the semester, there may not be another chance. so dan heng relented, allowed ren to dress her in a too short skirt and a too tight top, and together they slipped into the crowd. it isn't.. entirely awful. the noise is too much for her sensitive ears, between the music, talking, and shouting, and she feels wobbly in her heels, but she's with ren, seeing her at her best - charismatic and smiling, devastatingly beautiful.
dan heng usually tries not to think about that, about how beautiful ren is, about how her smile makes dan heng feel weak at the knees. she's never felt this way about a woman before - she's never felt this way about anyone before - it's messy and confusing and ren hardly makes it easy with the way she's always smiling for dan heng, and touching her at any and every opportunity. but it doesn't mean anything. it doesn't have to mean anything.
it means so little, in fact, that when someone begins leaning on ren, grinning her in a way that cannot be perceived any other way, dan heng definitely does not feel jealous. she stumbles in her heels, pressing into ren's side in a clumsy attempt to distract her, to keep her from looking at anyone else but her, and dan heng feels warm and loose enough from her drinks that she doesn't think - she doesn't consider what she's doing or the possible consequences when she nuzzles up against ren's jaw, breathing the scent of her perfume. ]
Ren.. [ she murmurs, nudging her nose against her cheek, her painted lips pressing lightly to the corner of ren's mouth. ] Let's go home..
[ before they even get to the party, ren already thinks it was a mistake to bring dan heng. she'd thought it would be fun, to finally drag her somewhat reclusive, decisively nerdy (affectionate) roommate out to the last party of the semester. they could have some drinks, maybe dance a little, and maybe ren would finally get to find out whether there's anything at the end of this endless game of gay chicken they seem to be playing with each other, the one where dan heng tries to be subtle about sneaking glimpses at ren when she changes and ren tries her best to be a shameless distraction in every possible way.
what she hadn't accounted for was how fucking devastating dan heng would look, dressed up like this. she's always been pretty, obviously, ren has eyes and a functioning sex drive, but usually her beauty is the kind that doesn't draw attention to itself. like a sunrise, easy to miss if you aren't looking but absolutely breathtaking if you are. tonight, in one of ren's miniskirts and a form-fitting crop and heels that make her legs look a million miles long, dan heng is less a sunrise and more a smokeshow, pyrotechnics every time ren looks at her.
what is she going to do with this girl?
ren drinks maybe a little more than she should, but in her defense, she's trying very hard not to think about how badly she wants to make out with her roommate. unfortunately, the more she drinks, the more she catastrophizes—what if she's imagining the gay chicken? what if dan heng isn't actually looking at her at all, or at least not on purpose, just coincidentally glancing over sometimes? what if ren is the only one who feels this tension, the almost gravitational pull between them, two celestial bodies orbiting the same inescapable event horizon?
she drinks. she greets people and laughs and smiles and gives hugs and keeps a hand on dan heng's wrist so she can't slip too far away. and when she's comfortably tipsy, enough that her brain is no longer supplying her with a million ways that she could possibly fuck things up—that's when dan heng chooses to stumble into her side, chooses to press her soft lipsticked mouth right to the edge of ren's jaw where it hinges into her throat.
the music is so loud, but ren can't think of anything except the warmth of dan heng's body. was there someone smiling at her? she didn't even notice. how could she notice anything other than the sweet, clean scent of dan heng's skin, the press of her as ren winds a steadying arm around her waist to keep her close. ]
A-Heng... [ aeons, she's drunk. they're both drunk. they have to be, because there's no way that dan heng sober would ever press her mouth to the corner of ren's this way.
there's also no way that ren, sober or otherwise, could possibly let dan heng pull away. although the music is loud and the conversation is boisterous, ren looks at nothing else as she pulls dan heng close, pressing her back against the kitchen counter and cupping her beautiful face in both palms. ]
Don't play with me, [ ren begs, desperately. ] I can't take it, A-Heng, I want to kiss you so bad...
[ ren looks away from that annoyance, away from everyone but her, which is just how dan heng likes it right now. despite how she conceals it, dan heng is still a dragon, she still yearns and aches and wants to keep what she sees as her own, even if she hates the ugly feeling of jealousy and chastises herself for feeling it at all.
right now, however, overstimulated by the noise and color and tipsy enough to let go, dan heng doesn't care. all she cares about is the fact that ren isn't looking at anyone else anymore. ]
Ren, I -
[ oh, look at her, she's so beautiful when she looks like this, staring into dan heng's eyes and saying things that make her want to press her thighs together to keep in the heat. her hands at dan heng's face feel like fire, and dan heng parts her lips around a sigh, a shiver prickling down her spine. she doesn't care who is watching, who might see her like this, not when she's still thinking about ren smiling for other people - but right now, those molten eyes are for her.
with her back pressed to the lip of the counter, dan heng arches forward just slightly, all of her inexorably pulled toward her roommate, her friend, while her hands come up to rest on ren's forearms. dan heng's eyes are soft. ]
Then kiss me. [ she murmurs into the space between them, barely audible over the music. ] Please..
[ ren can't help it. she groans softly at the look in dan heng's eyes, that gorgeously covetous expression she wears as she gazes back up at ren. her lips parted, her cheeks flushed, her eyes a little glassy with alcohol and ren wants to undo her completely, would love nothing more than to get down on her knees right here and worship the ethereal dragon under her hands. but they're in public, and ren does have at least some of her sense about her.
only barely, though. enough that she recognizes it's a bad idea to fuck dan heng in public, but not enough to stop her from leaning down immediately and pressing their mouths together.
it tastes like every one of the best decisions ren has ever made. she moans against dan heng's lips, her whole body lighting up with the joy of it, heat pooling between her thighs as her tongue coaxes dan heng's lips to part. she's not even sure if dan heng has kissed anyone before, let alone kissed another woman before, and ren should probably try to restrain herself, but aeons she's wanted this for years, and trying to hold herself at arms' length would be like trying to hold the sun in one hand.
dan heng tastes incredible. her mouth is slick and soft with lipstick and liquor, and ren licks right into it, tasting the back of her teeth, the texture at the roof of her mouth. slow and filthy and determined, that's how ren kisses dan heng, until finally she realizes that she's practically devouring her roommate and pulls back with a gasp, mouth swollen and eyes bright. ]
Sorry, [ ren says, panting softly. ] Was that too much?
[ ren is like a force of nature sweeping over her, like the crashing of ocean waves in a hurricane, and the moment their mouths collide she is swept beneath the surface, drowning.
no, dan heng has never kissed anyone before, let alone another woman, so she's overwhelmed quickly, but it is the best sort of overwhelmed she has ever been. she doesn't know what she's doing, so she has to follow ren's lead, but thankfully her mind is fuzzy enough that she's not overthinking this the way she might if she were entirely sober.
her arms come up, winding around ren's shoulders as she's pressed back, the breath kissed right out of her lungs. a soft, pleased sound bubbles between their mouths, and dan heng tilts her head and parts her lips, invaded by ren's tongue, by her presence. it's all enough to make her head spin. she's imagined this in her mind so many times, but nothing can compare to the reality of ren's hot mouth, her soft lips, her burning hands.
and then it ends, it breaks, and dan heng is left dazed and bleary, blinking into the space between them, and ren - look at her, with her lips soft and swollen.. ]
I'm.. no. Do it again.
[ only this time, dan heng is the one to screw up her courage and surge forward, meeting ren in another kiss, needy and eager and a little bit clumsy. ]
[ before ren has even had a chance to parse dan heng's words, she's already pushing up to seal their mouths together again, and that answers the question more clearly than anything else could. ren's noise of pleasure is muffled into dan heng's mouth as they kiss again, this time deep and passionate from the start. the slide of their tongues together is astonishingly arousing—ren feels her clit throb in response to the sting of dan heng's small fangs digging briefly into her lip. she's never gotten so wet so quickly before, but something about dan heng, about the way she smells, the way she feels against ren's body and under her hands—
ren really might lose her mind. she pushes dan heng back up against the counter, slides one of her thighs between dan heng's so that they're pressed together as closely as they could possibly be. that they're in public doesn't seem to register at all, not for either of them, so consumed are they by their desire for each other. the music is still pounding, and ren finds herself grinding her thigh up against dan heng in time with the bass. she should hold herself back, she really should—she's going to scare dan heng—dan heng is probbaly a virgin, fuck, ren, get it together.
it's that thought which finally makes ren pull back again, although not quite as far this time. they only part enough for ren to speak, which is retrospectively a mistake, as the feeling of dan heng's warm breath gusting against her mouth is so distracting it forces ren to kiss her again, one more time, before resolving herself to speak. ]
Can we, [ she says, and now that they're not kissing anymore ren is more aware of how many people are in this kitchen with them, how many of them are watching her flex her thigh right between dan heng's. the thought of anyone else getting to see the way that makes her look is horrifying. ] Can we go home?
[ dan heng might be a virgin, is probably a virgin—but surely even she knows what ren means when she says that. ]
[ oh, gods - this is so dangerous. dan heng has never experiences anything like this in her life, it is the single most erotic encounter she has ever had the pleasure of experiencing. ren's thigh slides between her own, pressing against her too-flimsy panties beneath, and she's sure that ren must certainly feel how wet she is already. horrifying. embarrassing. ren has to know by now that she's never slept with anyone before - what will she think?
but thinking isn't exactly at the forefront however, for either of them, not while their bodies grind together, now while dan heng's hips stutter forward, her cunt clamping on nothing, aching to be filled, the friction of ren's thigh against her clit enough to make her whine into the sloppy kiss shared between them.
fuck, she's going to come, she's going to come right here in the middle of some stranger's nice kitchen just from the tight press of ren's thigh alone. she has to tell her to stop, that's far too embarrassing - but then ren does stop, breaking their mouths apart, and all dan heng can do for it is chase her lips, exhaling a petulant, broken sort of sound. at least, until ren is breathing that question against her lips, and dan heng is nodding quickly, eyes glazed and bright with yearning. ]
Yes. [ she says immediately, no hesitation, no uncertainty. ] Take me home. Please. Please.
[ ren laughs, delighted, feeling a little insane, and sticks her head out the open window to yell, ]
Taxi!
[ it's with astonishing speed and a total lack of grace or subtlety that she and dan heng then make their escape from the party. normally, ren would do the rounds again—say bye to everyone she said hi to, make sure she complimented the host on how nice a party it was, offer to venmo somebody for liquor later if they remembered to send their details. whatever. tonight, ren grabs dan heng's wrist, firmly but gently, and pulls her right out the back door, then around the side of the house and down to the street so they can go about hailing a starskiff taxi for real.
that's the good thing about a university district: there's always a cab hovering around the student housing, so it doesn't take longer than a minute or two for ren and dan heng to pile unceremoniously into the backseat of one. as soon as the door is closed and ren has given the somewhat-slurred address of their on-campus dorm, she forgoes her seatbelt (which is dangerous, yes, dan heng can scold her about it tomorrow) and instead pulls dan heng right into her lap to kiss her again, her hands pulling dan heng closer, thumbs pressing in to the soft skin of her inner thighs just above where the elastic of her thigh-highs digs in.
ren groans, tipping her head back against the seat. her eyes are bright when she looks up at dan heng, her mouth watering. ]
You drive me fucking crazy, [ ren murmurs. the night air had sobered her up some, but she's still very drunk, still very honest. ] You look so good tonight, A-Heng... I should never have let you wear these.
[ snap, goes the elastic of one stocking, a little sting on dan heng's inner thigh. dan heng is small and lithe, but her thighs are just soft enough that the elastic digs in to her skin in a way that makes ren's whole cunt flush with heat—she's positive, positive there's going to be a wet spot beneath her when they get out of this taxi. ]
[ dan heng follows along in a daze, drunk more on ren's touch and kiss than on the alcohol she has consumed, her eyes shining as she watches her, wanting and fond. hands linked, they quickly make their exit, and dan heng is sure that her thighs are wet beneath this too-short skirt, her body flushed right to her chin.
they pile into the starskiff, and ren wastes no time in pulling her close, right into her lap. ]
Ren -
[ dan heng yelps, but remains pliant, hauled easily against her, thighs parted over ren's lap, hugging her hips. this isn't safe, she wants to say. we need to sit properly! but instead she only whines, her cunt pulsing, clenching with need, arousal burning through her body at the feeling of ren's hot hands on her thighs. their eyes meet, and dan heng leans in until their bodies press together, hungry for her, both hands sliding into ren's wild dark hair. ]
You don't like them?
[ she asks, breathing hot across ren's lips as she rocks her hips instinctively, nails scraping ren's scalp, her skin feeling too tight over her bones. ]
[ one of ren's hands stays where it is, on dan heng's thigh just above the elastic of her stockings. the other reaches up to curl behind dan heng's neck, pulling her in for another kiss—slow and heated, full of just as much passion as the kisses they'd shared in the kitchen. quietly, the taxi pilot rolls up the opaque partition that separates the driver's seat from the passengers, but ren doesn't even notice, so focused is she on tasting every inch of dan heng's mouth again.
when they pull apart, her mouth is slick and her gaze is wild with desire, bright and glassy. ]
I love them, [ she says honestly. she grips dan heng's thigh, her thumb slipping under the hem of the stocking, and then slides it slowly upward, pushing at dan heng's miniskirt until ren can see the fabric of her panties exposed between her thighs. aeons, she's so wet—ren can see that the gusset of her panties is soaked through. no wonder dan heng keeps shuddering every time she so much as breathes too deeply.
teasingly and without any remorse, ren lifts her hand to draw her fingers slowly along the fabric of dan heng's panties, right along her cunt until she feels the hot, swollen bud of her clit. there she pauses, her middle finger stroking featherlight over that sensitive place, not firm enough to make dan heng come but more than enough to (ren hopes) leave her delirious with want. ]
Look how wet you are for me, [ she murmurs, astonished and viscerally aroused. honestly, ren thinks she might come from just watching dan heng like this. her body is so taut, her cunt so wet and her clit so hard ren can't imagine she's any further than a hair's breadth from orgasm.
ren's touch shifts, her fingers tugging fabric to the side so she can see what she's doing. ] Oh, A-Heng, look at you... fuck, I can't wait to eat your gorgeous pussy, I want you to sit on my mouth and come all over my face—
[ aeons, she can't hold herself back. ren shifts, slides her middle finger into dan heng's cunt, and presses the heel of her hand relentlessly against her clit to rub at it. her gaze fixes to dan heng's face, determined to memorize every single inch of every expression dan heng makes as ren makes her come for the very first time. ]
[ ren touches her all over, her words filthy and provocative, and dan heng allows every touch, every kiss, eager for more, greedy and desirous. her cunt clamps on nothing, pulsing, desperate to be filled, and when ren's fingers trace her through her damp, flimsy panties she arches, whining as a bolt of pleasure streaks up her spine. ]
I.. I..
[ her thighs clench tightly around ren's hips, and dan heng shudders, already so close to the edge from a simple touch alone, from their kissing and grinding - it hasn't taken much. not when it's ren.
when her panties are pulled aside, dan heng bites her swollen lower lip. she's a virgin. aside from physicians, no one has ever seen these parts of her before, no one has ever touched them, and she worries foolishly that ren will somehow find her unattractive, or overeager, given how impossibly wet she already is. pink skin and soft teal scales shine with her slick, her clit puffy and hard. she searches ren's eyes, but finds only desire there.
and then ren is touching her again, stroking the silken folds of her cunt, saying such filthy, incredible things that set dan heng's imagination alight with lewd imagery. her slim finger slides inside easily, the heel of her hand flush to her clit, and dan heng snaps, reaching orgasm all but immediately. a sharp, needy cry fills the back of the starskiff, and later dan heng will be deeply embarrassed that she was likely overheard, that they did this in the back of a taxi, but right now there is only blinding pleasure. her hips jerk and stutter, cunt clamping down around ren's finger, pulsing in rhythmic beats as she lowers her head, brows pressed together, both hands sunk deep into that thick, dark hair. ]
Ren-xiong, you're.. oh, gods..
[ dan heng's whisper is harsh, tight with agonizing pleasure. ]
[ the sight of dan heng's face as she comes—the way her brows draw together and her teeth dig into her lip, her eyelids fluttering as pleasure courses through her—oh, ren is fucking cooked. how did she ever think she was going to survive this? and that's to say nothing of the way dan heng's body shakes, how her cunt clenches around ren's finger in rhythmic pulses, her hips stuttering as she rides ren's hand through the burst of sensation—ren feels herself tremble, her back arching as she comes, her cunt tightening helplessly around nothing as an unsatisfyingly brief orgasm sweeps through her. ]
Oh, aeons, [ ren gasps, slowing the movements of her hand, her finger curling forward just slightly to stroke against the front wall of dan heng's cunt. she's dripping slick over ren's wrist, and every time the palm of ren's hand brushes her clit it makes her whole body tremble. ] Fuck, you made me come just watching you...
[ there is absolutely going to be a wet spot in her jeans when they get out of this tax—which, blessedly, shouldn't be too much longer. gently, lovingly, ren withdraws her finger from inside dan heng, tucks her panties tenderly back into place—and then lifts her hand to slide her middle finger into her mouth so she can suck the taste of dan heng's wetness off it, her eyes never leaving dan heng's face all the while.
by the time that the taxi pulls up in front of their dorm, ren has at least tidied dan heng up a little, made sure that the fabric of her miniskirt has been tugged down over her thighs. there's nothing she can do about the damp place on her thighs where dan heng was straddling her, but they're only a minute from home, after all. ren pays for the cab—plus a hefty tip, for listening to them fuck in the backseat—and then takes dan heng's hand firmly in her own to pull her from the starskiff and onto solid ground.
as the vessel pulls away, ren pulls dan heng close against her with both arms steadying around her waist, head bent to look down into her eyes. she's a little more sober by now, although still burning with the same kind of inexorable desire. ]
Do you still want this? [ she murmurs, pressing soft kisses to dan heng's lips in between words. ] You can tell me no.
[ ren doesn't really think she will—but it seems right, to offer. now that dan heng has sobered up a little and has the benefit of post-nut clarity, maybe she won't feel quite as enthusiastic about the prospect of going to bed with ren. it's better that she makes that decision now—because once ren gets this woman naked, she doesn't think she'll have it in her to stop until dan heng is an insensate puddle of sweat and squirt on the mattress. ]
[ ren begins to put her back together, but between her orgasm and the alcohol still swimming in her blood, dan heng feels warm and dazed, only half noticing the way ren straightens her skirt and her top. all dan heng wants to do is slump against her, to keep listening to her voice, to keep being touched by her.
but by the time they arrive at the dorms, dan heng is feeling more herself again, some of the alcohol having burned off. she's not entirely sober, no, but sober enough to make sense of everything that happened, to make sense of what ren is asking her. ]
I want it.
[ her answer is immediate, forward, eyes bright as she looks into ren's.
and then she slides her palms down ren's arms over her jacket, finding her hands and grasping them, pulling them away from her so she can begin tugging ren into the building. dan heng doesn't stop until they reach their door, which she is quick to unlock, all but dragging ren in behind her.
it's a nice room, spacious for a shared dorm, but dan heng pays no mind to the living area, instead tugging ren across it and right to dan heng's bedroom. ]
[ it's clear from dan heng's gaze that she's feeling the same way as ren—still a little tipsy, but clearheaded enough to know what she wants. that look on dan heng's face is more than enough to give ren the confidence to follow her when she's pulled along, obviously eager, but at least able to restrain herself for as long as it takes for them to get back home.
which is, in the end, no time at all. barely two minutes later the door of their shared suite latches behind them, and almost immmediately dan heng is pulling ren toward her bedroom. ren has been in this space before, but never in a context like this—only ever to borrow things from dan heng or to ask her about her schedule or shoot the shit about life on campus. now, as dan heng pulls her inside, ren looks around the room as if seeing it for the first time: the organized rows of books on her shelves, the neatly-made bed, the total absence of any clothes tossed on the floor. ]
This room is so you, [ ren says with a laugh, tugging dan heng back to face her so she can slide her arms around dan heng's waist. there's enough difference in their heights that ren winds up looking down into dan heng's eyes, but not enough of a difference that it's not easy as anything to lean down and kiss her again, slow and adoring.
maybe their earlier tryst in the taxi was enough to take a little of the edge off. the wildfire of arousal earlier has settled a little into something white-hot but low-burning, a steady thrum of desire that pulses under ren's skin. her hands move slowly, almost reverently over dan heng's body, the soft warm skin of her waist under the fabric of her shirt, then upward to her ribs as ren rucks the material upward. when she's lifted it as far as she can without pulling apart, only then does ren lean back to remove dan heng's shirt entirely.
it's just—funny, is all. ren has had sex before, although not nearly as much as people seem to think she's had. this isn't her first time seeing a woman semi-nude. and yet, the sight of dan heng's bare skin, soft and pink except where pearlescent scales decorate it, is enough to punch a noise from her, her body throbbing with heat. ]
You're gorgeous, [ ren says, tossing the shirt aside and lifting her hands to smooth over dan heng's shoulders, her arms. ] Stop me if I'm going too fast, okay?
[ her room is as it always is, neat and tidy, smelling clean, the walls lined with shelves packed with books and scrolls and folders. her desk, too, is crammed with neatly piled reading materials and notes, a tablet laying atop her closed laptop. there's none of the usual college girl decor - no posters of pop idols or bands, no laundry on the floor - instead everything is tidy and where it should be, except for her bed, oddly enough, which remains unmade.
her books and learning materials are much more valuable to her than her bedding, and given how late she's up working and reading, she doesn't usually have the time to make it in the mornings. when ren comments on it, dan heng blushes. so you, she says, and dan heng supposes that it is, the lack of interesting decor speaking for itself for the kind of person that dan heng is.
but then ren is kissing her again, and none of that matters. dan heng presses into it with eager excitement, reaching up to hold ren's jaw between her hands, thumbs gliding over her cheeks. despite the fact that she came very recently in the taxi skiff, dan heng feels renewed arousal tightening in her belly, just from their kiss. aeons, she's wanted this for far too long. even the drag of ren's hands over her body, sliding beneath her clingy crop top, is enough to make dan heng shiver and moan, her thighs pressing harder together - her panties are a hopeless mess.
despite the fact that ren has touched her cunt already, she's still a little shy about it when her shirt is tugged off over her head, a blush painting her cheeks as she looks furtively into ren's face.
given the nature of the crop top and the smaller size of her chest, dan heng had opted not to wear a bra, it wasn't necessary, she doesn't have enough up top to need the support. but that means she's bare before ren's eyes now, her breasts flushed at the top, rosy nipples half-hard just from being pushed close to her. they're so pale that they're almost difficult to see against her skin. ]
I will. [ she says softly, biting her lip as she takes ren's hands in her own, guiding them to her body. ] But you're not. This is perfect.
[ there's no reason at all for dan heng to be insecure about her chest—as far as ren is concerned, every single inch of her is perfect. and anyway, even before ren was head over heels crazy about dan heng, her preference has always been for smaller breasts, the kind that fit perfectly in the palms of her hands. she lifts her arms to do that now, cupping dan heng's chest and rubbing her thumbs slowly and purposefully in a circle around her nipples, coaxing them to firm, sensitive peaks that make ren's mouth water just to look at. ]
You're perfect, [ she mumbles, barely even aware she's speaking aloud. oh, the things ren would like to do to dan heng... her desire is a beast barely restrained, but the last thing ren wants to do is overwhelm dan heng in a bad way.
after a moment, ren shakes herself and lowers her hands so she can shrug her jacket off onto the floor, then puts her hands back at dan heng's waist, urging her back toward the bed. her gaze keeps shifting, darting between the flush in dan heng's cheeks down the column of her throat to her cute tits, then back up again, as if ren can't quite decide where she wants to look. when they reach the edge of the bed, she picks dan heng up again by the thighs to lay her back against the pillows, then spends a moment just admiring the contrast of her skin against the sheets, her dark hair spilling around her. ]
Look at you, [ ren says, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. it's not even a smirk, not even really seductive—it's the simple joy of having been in love with someone for what feels like ages, and finally having that someone under her hands.
in a surprising burst of self-awareness, ren realizes all at once that dan heng is half-naked but ren herself is almost fully clothed. to make things a little more even, she reaches for the hem of her crop top, pulling it up and over her head and tossing it to the side. her hair, still in its messy bun, falls a little disheveled around her face as she leans over dan heng, still wearing her bra. ]
Do you want to take this off me? [ ren asks. ] Or should I?
dan heng has never considered herself particularly attractive, not in the way that someone like ren is. she's not ugly, no, but she thinks herself rather plain and average, where ren is openly, obviously gorgeous, drawing gazes everywhere she goes. she's shapely and confident, she knows how to do her hair and makeup to look effortlessly attractive, anyone would want her.
but the hunger that ren looks at her with right now.. it makes dan heng's stomach clench up in excitement. she feels really, truly beautiful for the first time in her life. desirable. it's an addictive, exhilarating feeling.
ren's hands feel so hot against her skin, squeezing her tits and teasing her nipples until they're pert, sending little sparks of pleasure right between her thighs. her own hands close over ren's, squeezing, her eyes glazed as dan heng watches the way ren's eyes meet her own, full of predatory need. you're perfect she says, and dan heng exhales a soft laugh, content to be carried and laid out on the bed without complaint.
but she has felt a little too passive when compared with ren, who is so forward about what she wants, so when ren asks that question she's quick to nod. ]
I want to.
[ but first, she lifts her hands to cup ren's jaw, bringing her down for another kiss - this one slower, deeper than those that came before, less brimming with hot need but instead more deliberate, with dan heng learning the shape of ren's mouth, the texture of her lips, the taste of her.
still kissing her, dan heng slides her hands down ren's sides and around her back to begin plucking open the hooks of her bra one by one until it falls slack, and dan heng is able to slide the straps over her shoulders. then, without breaking the kiss or entirely removing her bra, dan heng slides her hands beneath the cups to grasp at her full breasts, feeling their weight and warmth, her thighs twitching further apart nearly involuntarily. ]
[ that kiss, for all that it's slower and more purposeful, is even hotter for exactly that reason. it makes ren flush all over with need, her lips moving with purpose against dan heng's, parting to allow dan heng to taste every bit of her. the slide of their tongues together is so fucking erotic ren barely knows what to do with herself, other than to cradle the back of dan heng's neck in one hand and to moan into her mouth, captivated and hot down to her core.
she doesn't pull back when dan heng's hands start to move, nor when dan heng begins to unfasten the hooks of her bra. it's only when dan heng's palms slide inside the loosened cups that ren finally breaks the kiss, and then it's just to gasp softly, shuddering with sensation. ren's chest has always been sensitive, her nipples especially so, and even just the soft pressure of dan heng's palms against them is enough to make them stiffen, little jolts of electric desire running through her nerves in response. ]
Squeeze a little, [ ren murmurs right against dan heng's lips, a smirk curving the corners of her mouth. is it right for her to just give away the secrets of her body like this? maybe she should make dan heng work for it a little, but honestly, ren loves the way dan heng's hands feel on her tits and she's happy to encourage as much of it as she can get.
what dan heng will learn is that squeezing and playing with ren's chest makes her moan aloud, shivering as her nipples grow stiff. inside her jeans—how the hell is ren still wearing those—her panties are completely soaked, her cunt flooding hot in response to the attention. fuck, ren is going to lose her mind soon, she thinks, running her hands up dan heng's thighs to unfasten the button of her skirt and start to ease it down over her hips. ]
[ ren is beautifully reactive, gasping against her lips when dan heng's hands slide beneath her bra, cupping her breasts, all but urging her to keep touching, to loose more of those sounds from her mouth, sounds that make dan heng's body feel tight all over. she feels the way ren's nipples pebble beneath her palms, and a fresh wave of arousal pounds between her thighs, her hips twitching.
dan heng has never touched anyone like this before, never been intimate, and it feels.. it feels incredible. giving in to this ache that has ruled them for so long now - the relief is palpable. the thick, suffocating tension between them finally has an outlet.
squeeze, ren says, and dan heng does not need to be told twice. she's inexperienced, but even still, she likes the way ren feels, likes the texture and softness of her skin, and the weight of her tits against her palms. it's erotic, enticing, and those moans ren breathes just for her are more than enough motivation for her to continue. giving her chest a gentle squeeze, dan heng rolls her thumbs over ren's stiffened nipples, wriggling free of her skirt the moment ren makes to pull it off of her.
this leaves dan heng in nothing more than her flimsy panties, the fabric soaked through and only growing wetter. ]
I want to touch you. [ she whispers, one hand remaining where it is, kneading ren's breast, while the other slides down between them, tugging uselessly at ren's jeans, trying to open them. ] Like you touched me..
[ the pressure of dan heng's hands playing with her tits is enough to leave ren almost woozy with desire, lightheaded thanks to all the blood in her body rushing down to make her cunt throb. her nipples are tight peaks against dan heng's fingers, and each tug or rub makes her hips twitch a little, embarrassingly eager despite having nothing to grind against just yet.
when dan heng pulls away to whisper into ren's mouth, the words make her smile, and she follows them with a thorough, eager kiss before pulling away to undo the button and zip of her jeans. ]
I want that too, [ ren says. she pushes her jeans and panties down over her hips, kicks them over the edge of the bed—shrugs off her bra, finally—to leave herself completely bare as she moves to straddle dan heng's hips. even under normal circumstances, ren isn't particularly self-conscious about her body, and even less so now when her brain is entirely consumed by alcohol and lust.
once again, ren leans in to kiss dan heng, then rests their foreheads together as she catches dan heng's wrists and brings her hands up to press them against ren's waist. she leaves them there, then brings her own hands up to cup dan heng's beautiful face, her thumbs stroking gently along her high cheekbones. ]
You can touch me however you want, [ ren says, her voice soft and adoring. ] Please, baby.
[ dan heng has never done this before, never touched anyone but herself, but.. she and ren are both women, so it can't be that much different from her own anatomy, right? surely some of the same things must feel good.
time to find out. ren graciously rids herself of the rest of her clothing, which dan heng is thankful for, kissing her all the while, tasting her mouth and reveling in the texture of her soft, plush, kiss-swollen lips. when at last ren is fully bare for her, dan heng looks up at her in wonder, still pleasantly buzzed but far more drunk on ren than she is on beer and jello shots. her eyes are glazed, pupils wide and black, looking up at ren with a mixture of deep desire and admiration.
baby, ren calls her, and the pet name does something to her insides, makes them clench up pleasantly.
it's all she needs to hear. dan heng wriggles a hand between their bodies and palms at ren's cunt, hot and so, so incredibly wet for her. it feels both foreign and wonderfully exciting to touch someone else like this, to touch ren like this, after wanting her for so long. dan heng's slender fingers slide through ren's slit, gathering copious slick before rubbing at her tender, aching clit, stroking along the underside.
it's enough to shoot spikes of arousal down dan heng's spine, making her cunt clench around nothing - just touching ren like this, breathing her air, is the single most erotic thing that she has ever done. ]
Ren.. [ she murmurs, plaintive, rolling the pads of her fingers over ren's clit in slow circles. ] You're so wet..
[ it's really only when dan heng's fingers rub over her cunt that ren realizes how wet she is, slickness clinging to her lips and making the slide easy. she gasps softly at the sensation, then immediately loses that breath on a low moan as dan heng's fingertips find her clit, stroking almost delicately along the swollen length of it in an exploratory touch that makes pleasure spike through ren's extremities.
aeons, does dan heng realize how fucking sexy this is? to have her fingers between ren's thighs like this, stroking the most sensitive part of her, as if she's not acting out seven of ren's last ten wet dreams? it's enough to make ren feel a little hysterical with desire. her hands move restlessly over dan heng's shoulders, up to cup her face, where she holds dan heng steady and presses a series of kisses to her mouth in between quiet gasps and shivered breaths each time dan heng's hand moves. ]
I've had dreams about this, [ ren admits, which is insane of her, but she feels insane right now—she wants dan heng with an ache that consumes her whole body, a ferocious desire that leaves her cunt literally soaked with her arousal. ] That feels so good, just like that, mmh—fuck...
[ ren keeps one hand where it is, braced against the curve of dan heng's neck into her shoulder. the other drops briefly to dan heng's chest, teasing once more at her tender, puffy nipple, and then slides down her own belly to press atop dan heng's hand where it's settled between ren's thighs.
holding dan heng's gaze, so dan heng can see exactly what she's doing to ren, ren guides dan heng's fingers lower, deeper. she curls them lightly until the fingertips slip inside the slick heat of ren's cunt, prompting a soft gasp and then a low moan, a flush rising in ren's cheeks. the heel of dan heng's palm presses to her clit, and ren holds it there, rocking her hips forward so she's riding dan heng's fingers. ]
Just like that, put your fingers in my cunt, [ she murmurs, her voice hazy and dripping with arousal. ren feels beyond drunk, but drunk on the smell of sex, on the warmth of dan heng's body, on the knowledge that dan heng is inside her, touching her from within. ] Can you feel how wet I am? That's all you, baby girl... Curl your fingers a little, fuck—right there, just like that, oh fuck—fuck, don't stop, I'm gonna come...
[ ren's reactions are incredible, her body reacting to barely a touch - how is that possible? surely ren has more experience than dan heng, has had lovers that could pleasure her far better than dan heng ever could.. but here she is, squirming and panting and talking as if she's never felt so good in her life. dan heng doesn't know how ren could possibly feel so good from her fingers alone, but she won't complain, she'll drink it all up like a parched woman and enjoy every gulp.
then ren is guiding her, sliding her fingers inside of her, and dan heng gasps, her feet arching against the bed as her hips buck upward, arousal lancing through her body like fire. ren feels so tight, and so incredibly, decadently wet for her - is this all because of her? could someone like ren really want someone like dan heng so fully and completely that she'd get off for her so easily?
the evidence is right here beneath her fingers, but she still has a difficult time believing it.
she does as she's told, sinking her slim fingers in deep and curling them when prompted, stroking ren's slick, silky walls with the pads of her fingertips until she feels her beginning to tighten up. until ren is saying she's going to come, and dan heng tenses, rubbing herself against the backs of her knuckles. ]
Then come for me..
[ she whispers, surprising herself by her own confidence, but it's easy when ren makes her feel like she's the only person in the entire world that she could want, the only person on the face of the planet. she's never felt so wanted. pressing the heel of her hand upward, she grinds it in slow, deep circles against ren's clit while her fingers pump in and out, the two of them squirming against one another, gulping air between hot kisses. ]
[ by now, ren is less guiding dan heng's hand than merely resting her own hand atop it, feeling the way her tendons flex as her fingers slip in and out of ren's cunt. it's deliriously, dizzyingly good, each thrust of slim fingers a spike of pleasure that makes ren feel like she's going to lose her mind. her cunt clenches down around the digits inside her, and ren rocks her hips firmly against the heel of dan heng's hand, pressing dan heng's knuckles against her own cunt in a helpless feedback loop of sensation. ]
[ it feels less like an orgasm than it does like a deep-sea charge detonating inside her, a shockwave starting in her womb and emanating through every single nerve ren has. her cunt clenches tight around dan heng's fingers and her hips jerk in helpless thrusts, fucking herself, her breath caught in her throat as the pleasure winds itself higher and higher and higher—
and then breaks, with a shuddering, desperate moan as ren squirts over their joined hands in a hot, sticky gush. she clutches at dan heng's shoulders to keep herself steady, presses her face there into the curve of dan heng's neck, and she can't stop shaking, dan heng's palm pressed to her clit like it might suppress the sensitivity there. when the most intense wave of orgasm has faded, ren sits back, blinking hazily, and laughs low and breathless as she pulls dan heng's fingers slowly out of her cunt. ]
That was so good, baby, [ she murmurs. ren lifts dan heng's hand so she can lick those gorgeous fingers, the beads of wetness dripping down them. she'll feel bad about the sheets later, but right now ren has nothing in her mind except dan heng and her pleasure. ] Lay back for me?
[ dan heng is completely enraptured, unable to look away from ren as she comes, the entire universe shrinking around them until nothing exists but this space between them, the breath that they're sharing, and the pounding of their hearts. ren is absolutely gorgeous, squirming above her, her beautiful face twisted up in pleasure.. dan heng is sure that she'll never forget the look on her face.
and then she feels the hot rush against her hand as ren squirts all over her palm and fingers, surprising dan heng, a pang of hot arousal spiking into her abdomen - she's never done anything like this before, never thought that she could ever offer anyone so much pleasure..
ren pulls her fingers free, licking them clean in a lewd display that makes dan heng's belly clench up, and she bites her lower lip, eyes shining. dragging her thumb along ren's plush lower lip, dan heng nudges their noses together, still panting hard, eager to stay close to her, to keep touching her. but then ren asks her to lie back.
dan heng doesn't want any more space between them than is strictly necessary, but she obeys nonetheless, nodding as she shifts back and lays back on the soft bedding. her dark hair spreads around her like ink, and dan heng doesn't look away, can't look away, her hazy eyes locked on ren's face without breaking. she didn't say not to touch though, so dan heng's hands move over ren's strong thighs, squeezing, feeling her warm skin. ]
[ for a moment, ren stays where she is just to relish the sight of dan heng sprawled out beneath her, her hair like ink against the pillows and her skin flushed and dewy with sweat. ren's chest is still heaving, but she bites her lower lip, chewing on it as she drags her gaze over every inch of dan heng that she can see from where she's sitting—and when she's had enough of that, ren closes the distance between them, stretching out atop dan heng's body so they can kiss again, pressed together from chest to thigh, warm and sticky and perfect.
ren catches dan heng's mouth in a slow, thorough kiss, lewd in its intensity, her eyes half-lidded so she can see the gorgeous blur of dan heng's features. despite her orgasm, desire is still a hot coal burning in ren's belly, and she can't help but give in to the urge to press one of her thighs up between dan heng's, rubbing against her cunt in the same slow rhythm as that of her tongue in dan heng's mouth.
when they pull apart, ren stays close, feeling the soft press of dan heng's breasts against her own, relishing every perfect inch of dan heng's body. she pushes a little of dan heng's hair back from her face, then cups that gorgeous cheek and says, ] So are you, baby girl. You're perfect...
[ another kiss, and then ren licks her lips and, with a heated smirk, adds: ] And every inch of you tastes so fucking good.
[ and if that's not a prelude to what's to come, ren isn't sure what would be. her mouth presses to dan heng's lips, then to her chin, her throat, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses over her pale skin as ren makes her way down over dan heng's collarbones toward her chest. she fully intends to eat dan heng's pussy within an inch of her life, but first she wants to worship as much of dan heng's body as she can reach—beginning with those tiny, perfect tits, her nipples still firm and sensitive when ren's mouth closes around one of them to suck. ]
[ dan heng had known - guessed - known that ren would be great in bed, an excellent lover, but being on the receiving end of her attentions is still far more enthralling than dan heng ever could have expected. she can hardly keep focused on anything when ren is kissing her like that, deep and hot, as if she means to claim every corner of dan heng's mouth. then her thigh, thick and warm and soft, pushes between dan heng's legs, and she arches against it with a low whine, the pressure against her cunt so satisfying, and deeply arousing.
she's already so embarrassingly wet, but ren keeps her there easily, the sound of her thigh moving against dan heng's cunt audible even over the sound of their kissing, wet and slippery, obscene in a way that makes dan heng shiver. they break apart, and dan heng's chest heaves with a quick breath, her eyes glazed as they search ren's. she can't help the little curl of delight that she feels any time ren uses that little pet name.
babygirl. she could listen to that word over and over and over, covetous of it, never wanting to hear ren speak it to anyone but her. ]
What do you -
[ she starts, before her words are muffled by a kiss - and then more kisses, along her jaw and down her throat, dan heng's body tightening up with anticipation. those soft, perfect lips move over her body expertly, kissing over the gentle swells of her small breasts, teasing at her nipples in a way that makes dan heng gasp, rolling her hips upward, grinding her cunt against ren's thigh with a purr. both hands slip into her dark hair, tugging gently at the roots, pushing ren's face into her tits. ]
[ ren laughs, lifting her head from dan heng's chest to favor her with a slow, adoring grin, equal parts aroused and affectionate. "you don't have to"? oh, no, on that point dan heng is dead wrong.
with her hands still gripping dan heng's narrow waist, ren kisses her way down the center of dan heng's chest, tongue darting out to trace haphazard wet patterns over her smooth, cool skin. even the way ren can feel the rise and fall of dan heng's chest as she breathes is enough to turn her on, which would be embarrassing if ren could think of anything other than how much she likes this girl and how badly she wants to taste her. ren's tongue delves playfully into dan heng's navel, and then she nips just below before sitting up and moving on her knees a couple inches back, giving her enough space that when she leans forward next, her nose presses just north of dan heng's pussy.
without hesitation, ren slips her hands down to dan heng's hips, her thighs, pushing them apart so ren can drag her tongue in a wide, wet swipe right over the folds of dan heng's cunt. ren had tasted her earlier, licking her slick and cum off her fingers in the back of the taxi, but it's one thing to taste dan heng on her fingers and another to taste her like this—ren moans, unabashed, and does it again, licking over her cunt before her tongue seeks out the swollen bud of her clit so she can focus on teasing dan heng to the edge of sanity. ]
[ oh, she loves that laugh.. it's heady and warm, it makes her heart flutter and leap every time she hears it, but now - now it makes her shiver, heat rising to her face, bleeding over her chest. ren's mouth feels incredibly hot, her lips so soft as they move down dan heng's body, building up anticipation with every press to her skin until dan heng is so wet that it's shameless and almost embarrassing, her cunt tightening on nothing, eager for what she knows is coming.
then those warm hands are on her thighs, pushing them apart, and dan heng spreads them easily without hesitation, watching down the line of her body as ren settles in and drags the flat of her tongue right through the dip of her pussy.
it's the single most erotic thing that she has ever seen or done, and the way it feels - ]
Fuck, Ren -
[ it's not like dan heng to swear, but there's no word strong enough to encompass what she feels when ren laps at her, her hips arching upward involuntarily as both hands fist in the sheets, squeezing, white-knuckled. she's so intensely sensitive, and the slide of ren's tongue feels like nothing she has ever felt before, wet and slippery, and the burst of pleasure when it grazes her clit makes her whine. ]
[ for a few long moments ren stays right where she is, taking her time as she tastes every inch of dan heng's cunt. the broad flat of her tongue licks over dan heng's entrance, then gathers to a point so she can flick at and tease her clit; ren is quiet for the time being, relishing every little whimper and gasp she earns from dan heng, normally so stoic, so collected, now falling to pieces under ren's lips and tongue.
but there is something missing, and it's for that reason that ren eventually resurfaces, her mouth wet with dan heng's slick and her gaze bright with lust and affection. ]
Put your hands in my hair, [ she says. if she sounds a little breathless, well—frankly, the idea of dan heng grabbing her hair as her hips push up into ren's mouth is so fucking hot it makes her clit throb just to imagine. ] You can pull if you want—please.
[ whether or not dan heng will do it remains to be seen, but ren can't stand to be away from her pussy for another second, so she ducks her head right back down to return to her mission of eating dan heng out until she loses her mind. this time, her tongue presses deeper, slipping into dan heng's cunt and licking against her insides, then dragging back up so she can seal her lips around dan heng's clit and suckle teasingly at it.
it's all experimentation for now. trying to find out what dan heng likes best, what turns her on, what makes her thighs quiver or her breath catch or earns one of those sexy little whimpers that keeps leaving her lips when ren does something that feels good.
she wants to reduce dan heng to pure sensation. more than that, if she's honest, ren wants to ruin dan heng for anyone else, to leave no question in dan heng's mind that ren is the only one who will ever be able to give her pleasure like this. ]
[ it takes dan heng a moment to register what ren is saying, to blink through the clinging pleasure to understand her truly very simple request - but when she does, dan heng nods, a half-drunk smile curving her mouth. she's more or less entirely sobered up by now, but it's a different sort of inebriation that clings to her now. desire. need. fondness. all of her complicated feelings for ren are boiling over, twisting over themselves, wringing her for affection and greedy hunger.
anything ren wants, dan heng will give her.
ren returns to her work, and dan heng's hands don't move at first, arrested as she is by the pleasure, but soon her hands slip down and into that wild dark hair, tangling her long fingers in it, her short nails scraping ren's scalp. oh, that feels nice, too - she can feel the way ren's head bobs beneath her palms, holding to her while dan heng rocks her hips to grind up against her face, the added pressure of it sending her pleasure soaring. ]
Ren, mm, gods that's good -
[ and if she hadn't come already, she would be doing so again all but immediately. likely will anyway, soon. this is all still so new for her, and ren has enough experience to know exactly what to do, how to tease her clit and eat her cunt like she's never tasted anything so good. dan heng's thighs spread further, the small of her back arching away from the bed as her hips twitch and stutter. ]
There, r-right there, fuck fuckfuck - [ her cunt pulses, clenching around ren's tongue when it slides deep, her swollen clit aching almost painfully. ] I'm coming, I'm com-
[ a sharp, almost painful cry, and dan heng erupts again, nails sinking into ren's scalp, hooking, toes curling as her pussy spasms, leaking slick over ren's chin, eyes squeezed tightly closed against the crashing waves of bliss. ]
[ yes, yes, ren thinks, whimpering at the way dan heng grips her hair and uses it to push her cunt up into ren's mouth. every inch of her tastes so fucking good ren is drunk on it, every sound that falls from her lips is like a spell being cast, every twitch of her perfect thighs is like a signpost telling ren what to do more of, what to do harder. dan heng's pussy is the best thing ren has ever tasted and she eats like she means it, avaricious and hungry, fucking dan heng with her tongue and licking at her clit until dan heng is strung out and quivering with how close she is.
ren sincerely doesn't think she's heard a single sound as beautiful as dan heng's voice when she says i'm coming, only moments before her cunt spasms and her fingers dig into ren's hair, her whole body shuddering with the force of her pleasure. the way she gushes, dripping hot and wet over ren's chin and down her chest, is enough to give ren another idea, even as it simultaneously makes ren's own cunt clench so hard she feels like she might come untouched.
only when the shaking in dan heng's body has quieted into gentler trembles does ren finally pull away. she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand but does nothing about the mess of her throat and tits, delighted to wear evidence of dan heng's orgasm like a badge of pride. she sits up between dan heng's thighs and presses a palm low to her belly, then slips two fingers inside her to stroke gently over the spongy texture of her gspot tucked perfectly inside her. ]
I'm going to make you come again, [ ren promises, her voice low and all but dripping with the sweet honey of her arousal. ] I'm going to make you squirt, okay, baby? Just breathe, don't hold anything back, I want you to come all over me.
[ she knows dan heng can do it. the evidence is right there, cooling against her skin as she leans over dan heng and begins to finger her. slow and steady at first, but unrelenting, nudging ceaselessly against that place inside dan heng that ren knows is sensitive. ]
[ ren pulls away from her, and dan heng is quite certain that she's never seen anything so lewd as the sight of ren between her thighs, flush faced, with slick running down her chin, shining on her lips. a droplet rolls down between her soft, pillowy tits and dan heng's cunt clenches in response, a wave of arousal washing down her body all over again. she's exhausted and sensitive, but the things ren does to her.. dan heng is sure that she'll never be normal again.
but rather than climb up toward her for a good post-orgasm cuddle, ren instead slides two fingers deeper into dan heng's cunt, gently rubbing the pads of her fingers against her upper walls. ]
I - nnn..
[ a jolt strikes up her spine, and dan heng's eyes squeeze shut for a moment - but only a moment, she doesn't want to look away from ren right now, doesn't want to tear her eyes away from that beautiful face, from the shine of her lips, swollen from her work spent undoing dan heng from the ground up.
something she clearly plans to do again. dan heng's thighs try to close together instinctively when ren's fingers curl, fucking her slowly but relentlessly, and the way she whines is almost petulant. squirt.. she's never done that before, not really, not beyond the little she's done this evening. but ren is set and focused, and dan heng doesn't have the wherewithal to argue, wouldn't argue even if she did. instead she gulps a breath and bites her lip, nodding as she spreads her legs again, meeting ren's eyes. ]
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dan heng likes people. she likes meeting new faces and learning about others, finds anthropology and sociological studies fascinating, but parties? they're noisy, they're crowded, and everything smells like beer and sweat and this close to the summer months it's too warm, too.
but she likes ren, likes spending time with her, and it's the last party of the semester, there may not be another chance. so dan heng relented, allowed ren to dress her in a too short skirt and a too tight top, and together they slipped into the crowd. it isn't.. entirely awful. the noise is too much for her sensitive ears, between the music, talking, and shouting, and she feels wobbly in her heels, but she's with ren, seeing her at her best - charismatic and smiling, devastatingly beautiful.
dan heng usually tries not to think about that, about how beautiful ren is, about how her smile makes dan heng feel weak at the knees. she's never felt this way about a woman before - she's never felt this way about anyone before - it's messy and confusing and ren hardly makes it easy with the way she's always smiling for dan heng, and touching her at any and every opportunity. but it doesn't mean anything. it doesn't have to mean anything.
it means so little, in fact, that when someone begins leaning on ren, grinning her in a way that cannot be perceived any other way, dan heng definitely does not feel jealous. she stumbles in her heels, pressing into ren's side in a clumsy attempt to distract her, to keep her from looking at anyone else but her, and dan heng feels warm and loose enough from her drinks that she doesn't think - she doesn't consider what she's doing or the possible consequences when she nuzzles up against ren's jaw, breathing the scent of her perfume. ]
Ren.. [ she murmurs, nudging her nose against her cheek, her painted lips pressing lightly to the corner of ren's mouth. ] Let's go home..
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what she hadn't accounted for was how fucking devastating dan heng would look, dressed up like this. she's always been pretty, obviously, ren has eyes and a functioning sex drive, but usually her beauty is the kind that doesn't draw attention to itself. like a sunrise, easy to miss if you aren't looking but absolutely breathtaking if you are. tonight, in one of ren's miniskirts and a form-fitting crop and heels that make her legs look a million miles long, dan heng is less a sunrise and more a smokeshow, pyrotechnics every time ren looks at her.
what is she going to do with this girl?
ren drinks maybe a little more than she should, but in her defense, she's trying very hard not to think about how badly she wants to make out with her roommate. unfortunately, the more she drinks, the more she catastrophizes—what if she's imagining the gay chicken? what if dan heng isn't actually looking at her at all, or at least not on purpose, just coincidentally glancing over sometimes? what if ren is the only one who feels this tension, the almost gravitational pull between them, two celestial bodies orbiting the same inescapable event horizon?
she drinks. she greets people and laughs and smiles and gives hugs and keeps a hand on dan heng's wrist so she can't slip too far away. and when she's comfortably tipsy, enough that her brain is no longer supplying her with a million ways that she could possibly fuck things up—that's when dan heng chooses to stumble into her side, chooses to press her soft lipsticked mouth right to the edge of ren's jaw where it hinges into her throat.
the music is so loud, but ren can't think of anything except the warmth of dan heng's body. was there someone smiling at her? she didn't even notice. how could she notice anything other than the sweet, clean scent of dan heng's skin, the press of her as ren winds a steadying arm around her waist to keep her close. ]
A-Heng... [ aeons, she's drunk. they're both drunk. they have to be, because there's no way that dan heng sober would ever press her mouth to the corner of ren's this way.
there's also no way that ren, sober or otherwise, could possibly let dan heng pull away. although the music is loud and the conversation is boisterous, ren looks at nothing else as she pulls dan heng close, pressing her back against the kitchen counter and cupping her beautiful face in both palms. ]
Don't play with me, [ ren begs, desperately. ] I can't take it, A-Heng, I want to kiss you so bad...
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right now, however, overstimulated by the noise and color and tipsy enough to let go, dan heng doesn't care. all she cares about is the fact that ren isn't looking at anyone else anymore. ]
Ren, I -
[ oh, look at her, she's so beautiful when she looks like this, staring into dan heng's eyes and saying things that make her want to press her thighs together to keep in the heat. her hands at dan heng's face feel like fire, and dan heng parts her lips around a sigh, a shiver prickling down her spine. she doesn't care who is watching, who might see her like this, not when she's still thinking about ren smiling for other people - but right now, those molten eyes are for her.
with her back pressed to the lip of the counter, dan heng arches forward just slightly, all of her inexorably pulled toward her roommate, her friend, while her hands come up to rest on ren's forearms. dan heng's eyes are soft. ]
Then kiss me. [ she murmurs into the space between them, barely audible over the music. ] Please..
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only barely, though. enough that she recognizes it's a bad idea to fuck dan heng in public, but not enough to stop her from leaning down immediately and pressing their mouths together.
it tastes like every one of the best decisions ren has ever made. she moans against dan heng's lips, her whole body lighting up with the joy of it, heat pooling between her thighs as her tongue coaxes dan heng's lips to part. she's not even sure if dan heng has kissed anyone before, let alone kissed another woman before, and ren should probably try to restrain herself, but aeons she's wanted this for years, and trying to hold herself at arms' length would be like trying to hold the sun in one hand.
dan heng tastes incredible. her mouth is slick and soft with lipstick and liquor, and ren licks right into it, tasting the back of her teeth, the texture at the roof of her mouth. slow and filthy and determined, that's how ren kisses dan heng, until finally she realizes that she's practically devouring her roommate and pulls back with a gasp, mouth swollen and eyes bright. ]
Sorry, [ ren says, panting softly. ] Was that too much?
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no, dan heng has never kissed anyone before, let alone another woman, so she's overwhelmed quickly, but it is the best sort of overwhelmed she has ever been. she doesn't know what she's doing, so she has to follow ren's lead, but thankfully her mind is fuzzy enough that she's not overthinking this the way she might if she were entirely sober.
her arms come up, winding around ren's shoulders as she's pressed back, the breath kissed right out of her lungs. a soft, pleased sound bubbles between their mouths, and dan heng tilts her head and parts her lips, invaded by ren's tongue, by her presence. it's all enough to make her head spin. she's imagined this in her mind so many times, but nothing can compare to the reality of ren's hot mouth, her soft lips, her burning hands.
and then it ends, it breaks, and dan heng is left dazed and bleary, blinking into the space between them, and ren - look at her, with her lips soft and swollen.. ]
I'm.. no. Do it again.
[ only this time, dan heng is the one to screw up her courage and surge forward, meeting ren in another kiss, needy and eager and a little bit clumsy. ]
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ren really might lose her mind. she pushes dan heng back up against the counter, slides one of her thighs between dan heng's so that they're pressed together as closely as they could possibly be. that they're in public doesn't seem to register at all, not for either of them, so consumed are they by their desire for each other. the music is still pounding, and ren finds herself grinding her thigh up against dan heng in time with the bass. she should hold herself back, she really should—she's going to scare dan heng—dan heng is probbaly a virgin, fuck, ren, get it together.
it's that thought which finally makes ren pull back again, although not quite as far this time. they only part enough for ren to speak, which is retrospectively a mistake, as the feeling of dan heng's warm breath gusting against her mouth is so distracting it forces ren to kiss her again, one more time, before resolving herself to speak. ]
Can we, [ she says, and now that they're not kissing anymore ren is more aware of how many people are in this kitchen with them, how many of them are watching her flex her thigh right between dan heng's. the thought of anyone else getting to see the way that makes her look is horrifying. ] Can we go home?
[ dan heng might be a virgin, is probably a virgin—but surely even she knows what ren means when she says that. ]
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but thinking isn't exactly at the forefront however, for either of them, not while their bodies grind together, now while dan heng's hips stutter forward, her cunt clamping on nothing, aching to be filled, the friction of ren's thigh against her clit enough to make her whine into the sloppy kiss shared between them.
fuck, she's going to come, she's going to come right here in the middle of some stranger's nice kitchen just from the tight press of ren's thigh alone. she has to tell her to stop, that's far too embarrassing - but then ren does stop, breaking their mouths apart, and all dan heng can do for it is chase her lips, exhaling a petulant, broken sort of sound. at least, until ren is breathing that question against her lips, and dan heng is nodding quickly, eyes glazed and bright with yearning. ]
Yes. [ she says immediately, no hesitation, no uncertainty. ] Take me home. Please. Please.
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Taxi!
[ it's with astonishing speed and a total lack of grace or subtlety that she and dan heng then make their escape from the party. normally, ren would do the rounds again—say bye to everyone she said hi to, make sure she complimented the host on how nice a party it was, offer to venmo somebody for liquor later if they remembered to send their details. whatever. tonight, ren grabs dan heng's wrist, firmly but gently, and pulls her right out the back door, then around the side of the house and down to the street so they can go about hailing a starskiff taxi for real.
that's the good thing about a university district: there's always a cab hovering around the student housing, so it doesn't take longer than a minute or two for ren and dan heng to pile unceremoniously into the backseat of one. as soon as the door is closed and ren has given the somewhat-slurred address of their on-campus dorm, she forgoes her seatbelt (which is dangerous, yes, dan heng can scold her about it tomorrow) and instead pulls dan heng right into her lap to kiss her again, her hands pulling dan heng closer, thumbs pressing in to the soft skin of her inner thighs just above where the elastic of her thigh-highs digs in.
ren groans, tipping her head back against the seat. her eyes are bright when she looks up at dan heng, her mouth watering. ]
You drive me fucking crazy, [ ren murmurs. the night air had sobered her up some, but she's still very drunk, still very honest. ] You look so good tonight, A-Heng... I should never have let you wear these.
[ snap, goes the elastic of one stocking, a little sting on dan heng's inner thigh. dan heng is small and lithe, but her thighs are just soft enough that the elastic digs in to her skin in a way that makes ren's whole cunt flush with heat—she's positive, positive there's going to be a wet spot beneath her when they get out of this taxi. ]
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they pile into the starskiff, and ren wastes no time in pulling her close, right into her lap. ]
Ren -
[ dan heng yelps, but remains pliant, hauled easily against her, thighs parted over ren's lap, hugging her hips. this isn't safe, she wants to say. we need to sit properly! but instead she only whines, her cunt pulsing, clenching with need, arousal burning through her body at the feeling of ren's hot hands on her thighs. their eyes meet, and dan heng leans in until their bodies press together, hungry for her, both hands sliding into ren's wild dark hair. ]
You don't like them?
[ she asks, breathing hot across ren's lips as she rocks her hips instinctively, nails scraping ren's scalp, her skin feeling too tight over her bones. ]
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when they pull apart, her mouth is slick and her gaze is wild with desire, bright and glassy. ]
I love them, [ she says honestly. she grips dan heng's thigh, her thumb slipping under the hem of the stocking, and then slides it slowly upward, pushing at dan heng's miniskirt until ren can see the fabric of her panties exposed between her thighs. aeons, she's so wet—ren can see that the gusset of her panties is soaked through. no wonder dan heng keeps shuddering every time she so much as breathes too deeply.
teasingly and without any remorse, ren lifts her hand to draw her fingers slowly along the fabric of dan heng's panties, right along her cunt until she feels the hot, swollen bud of her clit. there she pauses, her middle finger stroking featherlight over that sensitive place, not firm enough to make dan heng come but more than enough to (ren hopes) leave her delirious with want. ]
Look how wet you are for me, [ she murmurs, astonished and viscerally aroused. honestly, ren thinks she might come from just watching dan heng like this. her body is so taut, her cunt so wet and her clit so hard ren can't imagine she's any further than a hair's breadth from orgasm.
ren's touch shifts, her fingers tugging fabric to the side so she can see what she's doing. ] Oh, A-Heng, look at you... fuck, I can't wait to eat your gorgeous pussy, I want you to sit on my mouth and come all over my face—
[ aeons, she can't hold herself back. ren shifts, slides her middle finger into dan heng's cunt, and presses the heel of her hand relentlessly against her clit to rub at it. her gaze fixes to dan heng's face, determined to memorize every single inch of every expression dan heng makes as ren makes her come for the very first time. ]
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I.. I..
[ her thighs clench tightly around ren's hips, and dan heng shudders, already so close to the edge from a simple touch alone, from their kissing and grinding - it hasn't taken much. not when it's ren.
when her panties are pulled aside, dan heng bites her swollen lower lip. she's a virgin. aside from physicians, no one has ever seen these parts of her before, no one has ever touched them, and she worries foolishly that ren will somehow find her unattractive, or overeager, given how impossibly wet she already is. pink skin and soft teal scales shine with her slick, her clit puffy and hard. she searches ren's eyes, but finds only desire there.
and then ren is touching her again, stroking the silken folds of her cunt, saying such filthy, incredible things that set dan heng's imagination alight with lewd imagery. her slim finger slides inside easily, the heel of her hand flush to her clit, and dan heng snaps, reaching orgasm all but immediately. a sharp, needy cry fills the back of the starskiff, and later dan heng will be deeply embarrassed that she was likely overheard, that they did this in the back of a taxi, but right now there is only blinding pleasure. her hips jerk and stutter, cunt clamping down around ren's finger, pulsing in rhythmic beats as she lowers her head, brows pressed together, both hands sunk deep into that thick, dark hair. ]
Ren-xiong, you're.. oh, gods..
[ dan heng's whisper is harsh, tight with agonizing pleasure. ]
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Oh, aeons, [ ren gasps, slowing the movements of her hand, her finger curling forward just slightly to stroke against the front wall of dan heng's cunt. she's dripping slick over ren's wrist, and every time the palm of ren's hand brushes her clit it makes her whole body tremble. ] Fuck, you made me come just watching you...
[ there is absolutely going to be a wet spot in her jeans when they get out of this tax—which, blessedly, shouldn't be too much longer. gently, lovingly, ren withdraws her finger from inside dan heng, tucks her panties tenderly back into place—and then lifts her hand to slide her middle finger into her mouth so she can suck the taste of dan heng's wetness off it, her eyes never leaving dan heng's face all the while.
by the time that the taxi pulls up in front of their dorm, ren has at least tidied dan heng up a little, made sure that the fabric of her miniskirt has been tugged down over her thighs. there's nothing she can do about the damp place on her thighs where dan heng was straddling her, but they're only a minute from home, after all. ren pays for the cab—plus a hefty tip, for listening to them fuck in the backseat—and then takes dan heng's hand firmly in her own to pull her from the starskiff and onto solid ground.
as the vessel pulls away, ren pulls dan heng close against her with both arms steadying around her waist, head bent to look down into her eyes. she's a little more sober by now, although still burning with the same kind of inexorable desire. ]
Do you still want this? [ she murmurs, pressing soft kisses to dan heng's lips in between words. ] You can tell me no.
[ ren doesn't really think she will—but it seems right, to offer. now that dan heng has sobered up a little and has the benefit of post-nut clarity, maybe she won't feel quite as enthusiastic about the prospect of going to bed with ren. it's better that she makes that decision now—because once ren gets this woman naked, she doesn't think she'll have it in her to stop until dan heng is an insensate puddle of sweat and squirt on the mattress. ]
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but by the time they arrive at the dorms, dan heng is feeling more herself again, some of the alcohol having burned off. she's not entirely sober, no, but sober enough to make sense of everything that happened, to make sense of what ren is asking her. ]
I want it.
[ her answer is immediate, forward, eyes bright as she looks into ren's.
and then she slides her palms down ren's arms over her jacket, finding her hands and grasping them, pulling them away from her so she can begin tugging ren into the building. dan heng doesn't stop until they reach their door, which she is quick to unlock, all but dragging ren in behind her.
it's a nice room, spacious for a shared dorm, but dan heng pays no mind to the living area, instead tugging ren across it and right to dan heng's bedroom. ]
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which is, in the end, no time at all. barely two minutes later the door of their shared suite latches behind them, and almost immmediately dan heng is pulling ren toward her bedroom. ren has been in this space before, but never in a context like this—only ever to borrow things from dan heng or to ask her about her schedule or shoot the shit about life on campus. now, as dan heng pulls her inside, ren looks around the room as if seeing it for the first time: the organized rows of books on her shelves, the neatly-made bed, the total absence of any clothes tossed on the floor. ]
This room is so you, [ ren says with a laugh, tugging dan heng back to face her so she can slide her arms around dan heng's waist. there's enough difference in their heights that ren winds up looking down into dan heng's eyes, but not enough of a difference that it's not easy as anything to lean down and kiss her again, slow and adoring.
maybe their earlier tryst in the taxi was enough to take a little of the edge off. the wildfire of arousal earlier has settled a little into something white-hot but low-burning, a steady thrum of desire that pulses under ren's skin. her hands move slowly, almost reverently over dan heng's body, the soft warm skin of her waist under the fabric of her shirt, then upward to her ribs as ren rucks the material upward. when she's lifted it as far as she can without pulling apart, only then does ren lean back to remove dan heng's shirt entirely.
it's just—funny, is all. ren has had sex before, although not nearly as much as people seem to think she's had. this isn't her first time seeing a woman semi-nude. and yet, the sight of dan heng's bare skin, soft and pink except where pearlescent scales decorate it, is enough to punch a noise from her, her body throbbing with heat. ]
You're gorgeous, [ ren says, tossing the shirt aside and lifting her hands to smooth over dan heng's shoulders, her arms. ] Stop me if I'm going too fast, okay?
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her books and learning materials are much more valuable to her than her bedding, and given how late she's up working and reading, she doesn't usually have the time to make it in the mornings. when ren comments on it, dan heng blushes. so you, she says, and dan heng supposes that it is, the lack of interesting decor speaking for itself for the kind of person that dan heng is.
but then ren is kissing her again, and none of that matters. dan heng presses into it with eager excitement, reaching up to hold ren's jaw between her hands, thumbs gliding over her cheeks. despite the fact that she came very recently in the taxi skiff, dan heng feels renewed arousal tightening in her belly, just from their kiss. aeons, she's wanted this for far too long. even the drag of ren's hands over her body, sliding beneath her clingy crop top, is enough to make dan heng shiver and moan, her thighs pressing harder together - her panties are a hopeless mess.
despite the fact that ren has touched her cunt already, she's still a little shy about it when her shirt is tugged off over her head, a blush painting her cheeks as she looks furtively into ren's face.
given the nature of the crop top and the smaller size of her chest, dan heng had opted not to wear a bra, it wasn't necessary, she doesn't have enough up top to need the support. but that means she's bare before ren's eyes now, her breasts flushed at the top, rosy nipples half-hard just from being pushed close to her. they're so pale that they're almost difficult to see against her skin. ]
I will. [ she says softly, biting her lip as she takes ren's hands in her own, guiding them to her body. ] But you're not. This is perfect.
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You're perfect, [ she mumbles, barely even aware she's speaking aloud. oh, the things ren would like to do to dan heng... her desire is a beast barely restrained, but the last thing ren wants to do is overwhelm dan heng in a bad way.
after a moment, ren shakes herself and lowers her hands so she can shrug her jacket off onto the floor, then puts her hands back at dan heng's waist, urging her back toward the bed. her gaze keeps shifting, darting between the flush in dan heng's cheeks down the column of her throat to her cute tits, then back up again, as if ren can't quite decide where she wants to look. when they reach the edge of the bed, she picks dan heng up again by the thighs to lay her back against the pillows, then spends a moment just admiring the contrast of her skin against the sheets, her dark hair spilling around her. ]
Look at you, [ ren says, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. it's not even a smirk, not even really seductive—it's the simple joy of having been in love with someone for what feels like ages, and finally having that someone under her hands.
in a surprising burst of self-awareness, ren realizes all at once that dan heng is half-naked but ren herself is almost fully clothed. to make things a little more even, she reaches for the hem of her crop top, pulling it up and over her head and tossing it to the side. her hair, still in its messy bun, falls a little disheveled around her face as she leans over dan heng, still wearing her bra. ]
Do you want to take this off me? [ ren asks. ] Or should I?
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dan heng has never considered herself particularly attractive, not in the way that someone like ren is. she's not ugly, no, but she thinks herself rather plain and average, where ren is openly, obviously gorgeous, drawing gazes everywhere she goes. she's shapely and confident, she knows how to do her hair and makeup to look effortlessly attractive, anyone would want her.
but the hunger that ren looks at her with right now.. it makes dan heng's stomach clench up in excitement. she feels really, truly beautiful for the first time in her life. desirable. it's an addictive, exhilarating feeling.
ren's hands feel so hot against her skin, squeezing her tits and teasing her nipples until they're pert, sending little sparks of pleasure right between her thighs. her own hands close over ren's, squeezing, her eyes glazed as dan heng watches the way ren's eyes meet her own, full of predatory need. you're perfect she says, and dan heng exhales a soft laugh, content to be carried and laid out on the bed without complaint.
but she has felt a little too passive when compared with ren, who is so forward about what she wants, so when ren asks that question she's quick to nod. ]
I want to.
[ but first, she lifts her hands to cup ren's jaw, bringing her down for another kiss - this one slower, deeper than those that came before, less brimming with hot need but instead more deliberate, with dan heng learning the shape of ren's mouth, the texture of her lips, the taste of her.
still kissing her, dan heng slides her hands down ren's sides and around her back to begin plucking open the hooks of her bra one by one until it falls slack, and dan heng is able to slide the straps over her shoulders. then, without breaking the kiss or entirely removing her bra, dan heng slides her hands beneath the cups to grasp at her full breasts, feeling their weight and warmth, her thighs twitching further apart nearly involuntarily. ]
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she doesn't pull back when dan heng's hands start to move, nor when dan heng begins to unfasten the hooks of her bra. it's only when dan heng's palms slide inside the loosened cups that ren finally breaks the kiss, and then it's just to gasp softly, shuddering with sensation. ren's chest has always been sensitive, her nipples especially so, and even just the soft pressure of dan heng's palms against them is enough to make them stiffen, little jolts of electric desire running through her nerves in response. ]
Squeeze a little, [ ren murmurs right against dan heng's lips, a smirk curving the corners of her mouth. is it right for her to just give away the secrets of her body like this? maybe she should make dan heng work for it a little, but honestly, ren loves the way dan heng's hands feel on her tits and she's happy to encourage as much of it as she can get.
what dan heng will learn is that squeezing and playing with ren's chest makes her moan aloud, shivering as her nipples grow stiff. inside her jeans—how the hell is ren still wearing those—her panties are completely soaked, her cunt flooding hot in response to the attention. fuck, ren is going to lose her mind soon, she thinks, running her hands up dan heng's thighs to unfasten the button of her skirt and start to ease it down over her hips. ]
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dan heng has never touched anyone like this before, never been intimate, and it feels.. it feels incredible. giving in to this ache that has ruled them for so long now - the relief is palpable. the thick, suffocating tension between them finally has an outlet.
squeeze, ren says, and dan heng does not need to be told twice. she's inexperienced, but even still, she likes the way ren feels, likes the texture and softness of her skin, and the weight of her tits against her palms. it's erotic, enticing, and those moans ren breathes just for her are more than enough motivation for her to continue. giving her chest a gentle squeeze, dan heng rolls her thumbs over ren's stiffened nipples, wriggling free of her skirt the moment ren makes to pull it off of her.
this leaves dan heng in nothing more than her flimsy panties, the fabric soaked through and only growing wetter. ]
I want to touch you. [ she whispers, one hand remaining where it is, kneading ren's breast, while the other slides down between them, tugging uselessly at ren's jeans, trying to open them. ] Like you touched me..
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when dan heng pulls away to whisper into ren's mouth, the words make her smile, and she follows them with a thorough, eager kiss before pulling away to undo the button and zip of her jeans. ]
I want that too, [ ren says. she pushes her jeans and panties down over her hips, kicks them over the edge of the bed—shrugs off her bra, finally—to leave herself completely bare as she moves to straddle dan heng's hips. even under normal circumstances, ren isn't particularly self-conscious about her body, and even less so now when her brain is entirely consumed by alcohol and lust.
once again, ren leans in to kiss dan heng, then rests their foreheads together as she catches dan heng's wrists and brings her hands up to press them against ren's waist. she leaves them there, then brings her own hands up to cup dan heng's beautiful face, her thumbs stroking gently along her high cheekbones. ]
You can touch me however you want, [ ren says, her voice soft and adoring. ] Please, baby.
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time to find out. ren graciously rids herself of the rest of her clothing, which dan heng is thankful for, kissing her all the while, tasting her mouth and reveling in the texture of her soft, plush, kiss-swollen lips. when at last ren is fully bare for her, dan heng looks up at her in wonder, still pleasantly buzzed but far more drunk on ren than she is on beer and jello shots. her eyes are glazed, pupils wide and black, looking up at ren with a mixture of deep desire and admiration.
baby, ren calls her, and the pet name does something to her insides, makes them clench up pleasantly.
it's all she needs to hear. dan heng wriggles a hand between their bodies and palms at ren's cunt, hot and so, so incredibly wet for her. it feels both foreign and wonderfully exciting to touch someone else like this, to touch ren like this, after wanting her for so long. dan heng's slender fingers slide through ren's slit, gathering copious slick before rubbing at her tender, aching clit, stroking along the underside.
it's enough to shoot spikes of arousal down dan heng's spine, making her cunt clench around nothing - just touching ren like this, breathing her air, is the single most erotic thing that she has ever done. ]
Ren.. [ she murmurs, plaintive, rolling the pads of her fingers over ren's clit in slow circles. ] You're so wet..
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aeons, does dan heng realize how fucking sexy this is? to have her fingers between ren's thighs like this, stroking the most sensitive part of her, as if she's not acting out seven of ren's last ten wet dreams? it's enough to make ren feel a little hysterical with desire. her hands move restlessly over dan heng's shoulders, up to cup her face, where she holds dan heng steady and presses a series of kisses to her mouth in between quiet gasps and shivered breaths each time dan heng's hand moves. ]
I've had dreams about this, [ ren admits, which is insane of her, but she feels insane right now—she wants dan heng with an ache that consumes her whole body, a ferocious desire that leaves her cunt literally soaked with her arousal. ] That feels so good, just like that, mmh—fuck...
[ ren keeps one hand where it is, braced against the curve of dan heng's neck into her shoulder. the other drops briefly to dan heng's chest, teasing once more at her tender, puffy nipple, and then slides down her own belly to press atop dan heng's hand where it's settled between ren's thighs.
holding dan heng's gaze, so dan heng can see exactly what she's doing to ren, ren guides dan heng's fingers lower, deeper. she curls them lightly until the fingertips slip inside the slick heat of ren's cunt, prompting a soft gasp and then a low moan, a flush rising in ren's cheeks. the heel of dan heng's palm presses to her clit, and ren holds it there, rocking her hips forward so she's riding dan heng's fingers. ]
Just like that, put your fingers in my cunt, [ she murmurs, her voice hazy and dripping with arousal. ren feels beyond drunk, but drunk on the smell of sex, on the warmth of dan heng's body, on the knowledge that dan heng is inside her, touching her from within. ] Can you feel how wet I am? That's all you, baby girl... Curl your fingers a little, fuck—right there, just like that, oh fuck—fuck, don't stop, I'm gonna come...
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then ren is guiding her, sliding her fingers inside of her, and dan heng gasps, her feet arching against the bed as her hips buck upward, arousal lancing through her body like fire. ren feels so tight, and so incredibly, decadently wet for her - is this all because of her? could someone like ren really want someone like dan heng so fully and completely that she'd get off for her so easily?
the evidence is right here beneath her fingers, but she still has a difficult time believing it.
she does as she's told, sinking her slim fingers in deep and curling them when prompted, stroking ren's slick, silky walls with the pads of her fingertips until she feels her beginning to tighten up. until ren is saying she's going to come, and dan heng tenses, rubbing herself against the backs of her knuckles. ]
Then come for me..
[ she whispers, surprising herself by her own confidence, but it's easy when ren makes her feel like she's the only person in the entire world that she could want, the only person on the face of the planet. she's never felt so wanted. pressing the heel of her hand upward, she grinds it in slow, deep circles against ren's clit while her fingers pump in and out, the two of them squirming against one another, gulping air between hot kisses. ]
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Fuck, [ ren gasps, ] don't stop, fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck—
[ it feels less like an orgasm than it does like a deep-sea charge detonating inside her, a shockwave starting in her womb and emanating through every single nerve ren has. her cunt clenches tight around dan heng's fingers and her hips jerk in helpless thrusts, fucking herself, her breath caught in her throat as the pleasure winds itself higher and higher and higher—
and then breaks, with a shuddering, desperate moan as ren squirts over their joined hands in a hot, sticky gush. she clutches at dan heng's shoulders to keep herself steady, presses her face there into the curve of dan heng's neck, and she can't stop shaking, dan heng's palm pressed to her clit like it might suppress the sensitivity there. when the most intense wave of orgasm has faded, ren sits back, blinking hazily, and laughs low and breathless as she pulls dan heng's fingers slowly out of her cunt. ]
That was so good, baby, [ she murmurs. ren lifts dan heng's hand so she can lick those gorgeous fingers, the beads of wetness dripping down them. she'll feel bad about the sheets later, but right now ren has nothing in her mind except dan heng and her pleasure. ] Lay back for me?
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and then she feels the hot rush against her hand as ren squirts all over her palm and fingers, surprising dan heng, a pang of hot arousal spiking into her abdomen - she's never done anything like this before, never thought that she could ever offer anyone so much pleasure..
ren pulls her fingers free, licking them clean in a lewd display that makes dan heng's belly clench up, and she bites her lower lip, eyes shining. dragging her thumb along ren's plush lower lip, dan heng nudges their noses together, still panting hard, eager to stay close to her, to keep touching her. but then ren asks her to lie back.
dan heng doesn't want any more space between them than is strictly necessary, but she obeys nonetheless, nodding as she shifts back and lays back on the soft bedding. her dark hair spreads around her like ink, and dan heng doesn't look away, can't look away, her hazy eyes locked on ren's face without breaking. she didn't say not to touch though, so dan heng's hands move over ren's strong thighs, squeezing, feeling her warm skin. ]
You're so beautiful..
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ren catches dan heng's mouth in a slow, thorough kiss, lewd in its intensity, her eyes half-lidded so she can see the gorgeous blur of dan heng's features. despite her orgasm, desire is still a hot coal burning in ren's belly, and she can't help but give in to the urge to press one of her thighs up between dan heng's, rubbing against her cunt in the same slow rhythm as that of her tongue in dan heng's mouth.
when they pull apart, ren stays close, feeling the soft press of dan heng's breasts against her own, relishing every perfect inch of dan heng's body. she pushes a little of dan heng's hair back from her face, then cups that gorgeous cheek and says, ] So are you, baby girl. You're perfect...
[ another kiss, and then ren licks her lips and, with a heated smirk, adds: ] And every inch of you tastes so fucking good.
[ and if that's not a prelude to what's to come, ren isn't sure what would be. her mouth presses to dan heng's lips, then to her chin, her throat, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses over her pale skin as ren makes her way down over dan heng's collarbones toward her chest. she fully intends to eat dan heng's pussy within an inch of her life, but first she wants to worship as much of dan heng's body as she can reach—beginning with those tiny, perfect tits, her nipples still firm and sensitive when ren's mouth closes around one of them to suck. ]
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she's already so embarrassingly wet, but ren keeps her there easily, the sound of her thigh moving against dan heng's cunt audible even over the sound of their kissing, wet and slippery, obscene in a way that makes dan heng shiver. they break apart, and dan heng's chest heaves with a quick breath, her eyes glazed as they search ren's. she can't help the little curl of delight that she feels any time ren uses that little pet name.
babygirl. she could listen to that word over and over and over, covetous of it, never wanting to hear ren speak it to anyone but her. ]
What do you -
[ she starts, before her words are muffled by a kiss - and then more kisses, along her jaw and down her throat, dan heng's body tightening up with anticipation. those soft, perfect lips move over her body expertly, kissing over the gentle swells of her small breasts, teasing at her nipples in a way that makes dan heng gasp, rolling her hips upward, grinding her cunt against ren's thigh with a purr. both hands slip into her dark hair, tugging gently at the roots, pushing ren's face into her tits. ]
You don't have to..
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[ ren laughs, lifting her head from dan heng's chest to favor her with a slow, adoring grin, equal parts aroused and affectionate. "you don't have to"? oh, no, on that point dan heng is dead wrong.
with her hands still gripping dan heng's narrow waist, ren kisses her way down the center of dan heng's chest, tongue darting out to trace haphazard wet patterns over her smooth, cool skin. even the way ren can feel the rise and fall of dan heng's chest as she breathes is enough to turn her on, which would be embarrassing if ren could think of anything other than how much she likes this girl and how badly she wants to taste her. ren's tongue delves playfully into dan heng's navel, and then she nips just below before sitting up and moving on her knees a couple inches back, giving her enough space that when she leans forward next, her nose presses just north of dan heng's pussy.
without hesitation, ren slips her hands down to dan heng's hips, her thighs, pushing them apart so ren can drag her tongue in a wide, wet swipe right over the folds of dan heng's cunt. ren had tasted her earlier, licking her slick and cum off her fingers in the back of the taxi, but it's one thing to taste dan heng on her fingers and another to taste her like this—ren moans, unabashed, and does it again, licking over her cunt before her tongue seeks out the swollen bud of her clit so she can focus on teasing dan heng to the edge of sanity. ]
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then those warm hands are on her thighs, pushing them apart, and dan heng spreads them easily without hesitation, watching down the line of her body as ren settles in and drags the flat of her tongue right through the dip of her pussy.
it's the single most erotic thing that she has ever seen or done, and the way it feels - ]
Fuck, Ren -
[ it's not like dan heng to swear, but there's no word strong enough to encompass what she feels when ren laps at her, her hips arching upward involuntarily as both hands fist in the sheets, squeezing, white-knuckled. she's so intensely sensitive, and the slide of ren's tongue feels like nothing she has ever felt before, wet and slippery, and the burst of pleasure when it grazes her clit makes her whine. ]
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but there is something missing, and it's for that reason that ren eventually resurfaces, her mouth wet with dan heng's slick and her gaze bright with lust and affection. ]
Put your hands in my hair, [ she says. if she sounds a little breathless, well—frankly, the idea of dan heng grabbing her hair as her hips push up into ren's mouth is so fucking hot it makes her clit throb just to imagine. ] You can pull if you want—please.
[ whether or not dan heng will do it remains to be seen, but ren can't stand to be away from her pussy for another second, so she ducks her head right back down to return to her mission of eating dan heng out until she loses her mind. this time, her tongue presses deeper, slipping into dan heng's cunt and licking against her insides, then dragging back up so she can seal her lips around dan heng's clit and suckle teasingly at it.
it's all experimentation for now. trying to find out what dan heng likes best, what turns her on, what makes her thighs quiver or her breath catch or earns one of those sexy little whimpers that keeps leaving her lips when ren does something that feels good.
she wants to reduce dan heng to pure sensation. more than that, if she's honest, ren wants to ruin dan heng for anyone else, to leave no question in dan heng's mind that ren is the only one who will ever be able to give her pleasure like this. ]
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anything ren wants, dan heng will give her.
ren returns to her work, and dan heng's hands don't move at first, arrested as she is by the pleasure, but soon her hands slip down and into that wild dark hair, tangling her long fingers in it, her short nails scraping ren's scalp. oh, that feels nice, too - she can feel the way ren's head bobs beneath her palms, holding to her while dan heng rocks her hips to grind up against her face, the added pressure of it sending her pleasure soaring. ]
Ren, mm, gods that's good -
[ and if she hadn't come already, she would be doing so again all but immediately. likely will anyway, soon. this is all still so new for her, and ren has enough experience to know exactly what to do, how to tease her clit and eat her cunt like she's never tasted anything so good. dan heng's thighs spread further, the small of her back arching away from the bed as her hips twitch and stutter. ]
There, r-right there, fuck fuckfuck - [ her cunt pulses, clenching around ren's tongue when it slides deep, her swollen clit aching almost painfully. ] I'm coming, I'm com-
[ a sharp, almost painful cry, and dan heng erupts again, nails sinking into ren's scalp, hooking, toes curling as her pussy spasms, leaking slick over ren's chin, eyes squeezed tightly closed against the crashing waves of bliss. ]
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ren sincerely doesn't think she's heard a single sound as beautiful as dan heng's voice when she says i'm coming, only moments before her cunt spasms and her fingers dig into ren's hair, her whole body shuddering with the force of her pleasure. the way she gushes, dripping hot and wet over ren's chin and down her chest, is enough to give ren another idea, even as it simultaneously makes ren's own cunt clench so hard she feels like she might come untouched.
only when the shaking in dan heng's body has quieted into gentler trembles does ren finally pull away. she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand but does nothing about the mess of her throat and tits, delighted to wear evidence of dan heng's orgasm like a badge of pride. she sits up between dan heng's thighs and presses a palm low to her belly, then slips two fingers inside her to stroke gently over the spongy texture of her gspot tucked perfectly inside her. ]
I'm going to make you come again, [ ren promises, her voice low and all but dripping with the sweet honey of her arousal. ] I'm going to make you squirt, okay, baby? Just breathe, don't hold anything back, I want you to come all over me.
[ she knows dan heng can do it. the evidence is right there, cooling against her skin as she leans over dan heng and begins to finger her. slow and steady at first, but unrelenting, nudging ceaselessly against that place inside dan heng that ren knows is sensitive. ]
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but rather than climb up toward her for a good post-orgasm cuddle, ren instead slides two fingers deeper into dan heng's cunt, gently rubbing the pads of her fingers against her upper walls. ]
I - nnn..
[ a jolt strikes up her spine, and dan heng's eyes squeeze shut for a moment - but only a moment, she doesn't want to look away from ren right now, doesn't want to tear her eyes away from that beautiful face, from the shine of her lips, swollen from her work spent undoing dan heng from the ground up.
something she clearly plans to do again. dan heng's thighs try to close together instinctively when ren's fingers curl, fucking her slowly but relentlessly, and the way she whines is almost petulant. squirt.. she's never done that before, not really, not beyond the little she's done this evening. but ren is set and focused, and dan heng doesn't have the wherewithal to argue, wouldn't argue even if she did. instead she gulps a breath and bites her lip, nodding as she spreads her legs again, meeting ren's eyes. ]
I.. haah.. okay..