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The rain drums against the window of Su Mucheng’s room like marbles clattering against a hardwood floor. Su Mucheng watches the droplets slide down the window panes with increasing intensity as the darkening clouds swirl overhead.
Chu Yunxiu’s knee just barely grazes Su Mucheng’s leg as she moves in to tuck a damp strand of hair behind Su Mucheng’s ear. The bed dips beneath the additional weight.
Su Mucheng shivers.
“Mumu,” Chu Yunxiu breathes, trailing her hand down the curve of Su Mucheng’s ear to cup her chin. Her delicate fingers tremble as she traces Su Mucheng’s jawline with her thumb. There’s an unfamiliar note of something — something raw — in Chu Yunxiu’s voice that Su Mucheng hasn’t heard before.
Su Mucheng flicks her gaze away from the window to look her friend in the eyes, and blood rushes to Su Mucheng’s ears as she takes in Chu Yunxiu’s expression. Chu Yunxiu’s lips are parted in question, and her cheeks are flushed a lovely rosy hue. Chu Yunxiu is looking at her so intently — with so much desire — that Su Mucheng can hardly think straight.
Su Mucheng’s body reacts before her brain has a chance to catch up and she’s leaning in to greet Chu Yunxiu’s lips with her own. The kiss is chaste — is barely there — and yet Su Mucheng can feel the heat of it thrumming through her entire being.
Chu Yunxiu’s breath catches, and her hand drops to Su Mucheng’s lap. Su Mucheng feels Chu Yunxiu’s fingers flex against the bare skin just below her sleep shorts. She feels the intensity of Chu Yunxiu’s gaze as her eyes travel over every curve of Su Mucheng’s body.
Su Mucheng’s heart drums in her ears as she tries to remember how to breathe. Chu Yunxiu wears her desire so beautifully — it’s striking and full of color like the first rays of sunshine coming to kiss the sky in the morning. Su Mucheng can’t help but be drawn to it. She can’t help but be in awe of the openness of it, too.
Neither of them have ever been ones to desire things so fully and unapologetically for themselves. They’ve even jokingly likened themselves to side characters in a drama whose overarching purposes are to help the main characters reach their goals. There’s nothing wrong with that. Su Mucheng of all people knows how fulfilling it is to help another achieve their dream.
And yet, there’s power in the way Chu Yunxiu is gazing at her now: all confidence and no hesitation. It awakens something within Su Mucheng, sending the flood of her own desire — the desire she’s always kept carefully dammed up within her — crashing out in waves.
She envisions Chu Yunxiu slipping a hand up her shorts and stroking her through her knickers. Her clit throbs as she thinks of Chu Yunxiu’s lovely fingers rubbing her just the right way…
Su Mucheng moans, softly but not so softly that Chu Yunxiu doesn’t hear it. Instead of the creep of embarrassment that she’s expecting to feel though, Su Mucheng finds herself rapt with fascination over the way Chu Yunxiu’s back arches at the sound. Chu Yunxiu’s hand is still splayed on Su Mucheng’s thigh, and her nipples poke at the thin cotton of her nightgown.
The night is still young, but they’re both freshly showered and dressed in their pajamas after being caught in the rain on their way to Su Mucheng's room. Su Mucheng has seen Chu Yunxiu’s nightgown before, she’s even noticed the beauty of her friend’s body — how could she not? She’s never allowed herself to really look, though. Not like this.
It had never felt appropriate.
Had never felt like something she was allowed.
Oh, but now? Now she is looking. Now she wants.
She wants so much.
Su Mucheng’s desire surges like the storm raging outside, and she’s a tangled mess of thoughts and impulses. She hungers for Chu Yunxiu’s touch. She aches for the taste of her lips on her own. She’s like a wave cresting in the ocean and she feels if she doesn’t get some reprieve soon she’s going to break.
Su Mucheng rises to her knees, cupping Chu Yunxiu’s cheeks in her hands as she leans in for another kiss. Chu Yunxiu settles her arms around Su Mucheng’s waist, guiding Su Mucheng to her lap as she opens her mouth and strokes their tongues together in perfect harmony.
The hard peaks of Chu Yunxiu’s breasts brush against Su Mucheng’s chest as she draws closer, and Su Mucheng feels her own nipples perk up in response. This clearly doesn’t go unnoticed by Chu Yunxiu, who glides a hand up to caress one of Su Mucheng’s breasts. It’s just on the edge of overstimulating, but Su Mucheng can’t get enough of it, still. She straddles Chu Yunxiu’s lap, rubbing her breast against Chu Yunxiu’s hand as she deepens the kiss.
They come up for air, pink-cheeked and laughing between their gasps. Chu Yunxiu’s fingers sneak between the buttons of Su Mucheng’s pajama shirt, and Su Mucheng playfully shakes her chest.
Chu Yunxiu grins and kisses Su Mucheng’s cheek before slipping her hand further between the buttons of Su Mucheng’s shirt. Su Mucheng shudders with pleasure as Chu Yunxiu’s fingers caress a particularly sensitive spot.
“God, I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” Chu Yunxiu says. Her voice is rough and raspy, and Su Mucheng’s heart rate quickens as it dawns on her that Chu Yunxiu is turned on.
Turned on because of her.
Chu Yunxiu slips her hand back out and begins toying with the buttons of Su Mucheng’s shirt. Her fingers teasingly graze at the edge of Su Mucheng’s boobs as she does, and an almost feral desire swells within Su Mucheng. She aches for the firmness of Chu Yunxiu’s fingers on her skin. She wants her whole hand cupping her boob — wants to be engulfed in the fiery warmth of Chu Yunxiu’s touch once more.
“Do you want me to take this off?” Chu Yunxiu asks, carefully undoing Su Mucheng’s top button. Her fingers linger on the pleats of Su Mucheng’s collar, and they tremble slightly as she waits for Su Mucheng to answer.
Su Mucheng doesn’t have the bandwidth to express the myriad of thoughts running through her brain, and she grunts out something that she’s not entirely sure is a real word. Thankfully, Chu Yunxiu understands her nonetheless, and they fumble together over Su Mucheng’s buttons — there’s far too many of them! — until they get Su Mucheng’s shirt loosened enough to slip it over her head.
Chu Yunxiu cups Su Mucheng’s boobs in her hands with reverence as if she’s just unearthed the world’s most precious treasure. A jolt of pleasure surges through Su Mucheng at the look of awe and wonder in Chu Yunxiu’s expression — at the sight of her friend’s desire.
Chu Yunxiu trails her hands down the bare sides of Su Mucheng’s body to finger at the elastic waistband of Su Mucheng’s shorts, and her mouth comes to kiss where her hands had been just moments prior. Her kisses are slow and gentle to start with. She alternates between Su Mucheng’s boobs, devoting her careful attention to each.
Then, as if she’s found what she’s been searching for, her tongue darts out and licks the underside of Su Mucheng’s left boob. Su Mucheng’s entire body trembles as Chu Yunxiu’s tongue strokes her right where she needs it. She cries out. Chu Yunxiu’s hands had been one thing, but her mouth?
Oh, her mouth is magical.
Chu Yunxiu’s mouth grows bolder at Su Mucheng’s response, and she’s licking and sucking at Su Mucheng’s breast now. It’s on the verge of too much — Su Mucheng can feel her skin beginning to grow raw — and yet she doesn’t want it to stop. She’s greedy for more.
Warmth pools between Su Mucheng’s thighs and her clit is aching for attention. She’s beyond wet— she knows she’s soaked straight through her shorts and probably onto Chu Yunxiu’s nightgown, too. She wonders if Chu Yunxiu has noticed, and finds the thought excites her rather than embarrasses her.
Su Mucheng wants Chu Yunxiu to notice, she realizes.
She wants Chu Yunxiu to see— to feel — that it’s not just her who desires.
She wants Chu Yunxiu to know how much she desires too.
“Touch me,” Su Mucheng gasps. “Touch me Yunxiu. Please.”
Chu Yunxiu raises her head to look Su Mucheng in the eye, her lips deliciously red and plump from sucking Su Mucheng’s breast. There’s a fire in Chu Yunxiu’s eyes as she looks Su Mucheng over, and her hands dip just below the waistband of Su Mucheng’s shorts. Lust and want emanates off of her as bright and fierce as the lightning crackling outside, though Su Mucheng knows Chu Yunxiu won’t take things any further without explicit permission.
“Want you to touch my pussy, Yunxiu,” Su Mucheng says, pushing past the awkwardness of stating things so directly. She’s not used to vocalizing what she wants like this, but she feels Chu Yunxiu needs to hear her say it.
She feels she needs to hear herself say it, too.
Chu Yunxiu’s shoulders relax as she huffs out a laugh. Su Mucheng knows that, like herself, Chu Yunxiu has a habit of not asking for things unless she’s sure the answer is going to be yes.
And she has a very good feeling that Chu Yunxiu is itching to touch her just as much as she’s aching to be touched.
Su Mucheng kisses Chu Yunxiu again, as if to emphasize her point, and Chu Yunxiu slides a hand down the front of Su Mucheng’s shorts.
Chu Yunxiu’s fingers make contact with the damp fabric of Su Mucheng’s underwear and she immediately gasps.
Ah, well, there’s definitely no hiding it now.
“Mumu, you’re already so–” Chu Yunxiu bursts into bright, cheerful laughter— joy in its purest form. Su Mucheng relishes the mixture of surprise and delight on Chu Yunxiu’s face. It causes her stomach to do somersaults, and she can’t help herself from breaking into a dopey smile.
“It’s your fault!” Su Mucheng replies with mock-indignance. “Where did you even learn to do that with your mouth?”
Chu Yunxiu slides her hand out of Su Mucheng’s shorts, bringing it to rest on Su Mucheng’s thigh. Her cheeks are flushed a soft, yet vibrant shade of pink, and she averts her eyes from Su Mucheng’s gaze.
“I’ve been dreaming about this for what feels like forever,” Chu Yunxiu says, voice quiet. “Imagining what it might be like to touch you – to taste you, Mumu. I’d never been sure, though. I’d never been sure if you’d want that or if it would ruin things or if…”
In the blink of an eye, the fun and flirty tempo they had going drops to something much more serious. Su Mucheng can feel the tremble of Chu Yunxiu’s fingers on her skin, and her heart breaks at the way her friend’s voice wavers with emotion. Chu Yunxiu’s longing — her pining, her aching, her desire — seep through her words, pouring over Su Mucheng like water.
Su Mucheng had been too focused on suppressing her own desire to notice before. She’d heeded the warnings of those around her and schooled her expressions, careful not to let any hint of vulnerability crack through. It’s twice as hard to be taken seriously as a female pro , they had told her. And so, she’d steeled herself, resolving to work twice as hard.
And perhaps, through that effort to be good and conform to the expectations of those around her, Su Mucheng had lost sight of herself. Had lost sight of her own desire.
The rumble of thunder and sound of rain pelting against the window fills the silence that stretches between them. Chu Yunxiu smiles and squeezes Su Mucheng’s hand in an effort to lighten the mood, and Su Mucheng is half-tempted to just kiss her and push this aside for now. She knows, though, that this isn’t something they can or should simply sweep under the rug.
Su Mucheng’s heart clatters in her chest and there’s the swell of something warm in her belly as the weight of her own feelings settles over her. She wants this — this warmth, this symphony of feelings and desires — she wants it so fiercely she can hardly stand it.
She needs Chu Yunxiu to know the extent of it. She needs her to understand that that spark between them earlier hadn’t just been some impulsive heat of the moment thing. She needs her to understand how much she wants, too.
“I want this, Yunxiu,” Su Mucheng whispers before pressing a kiss to the corner of Chu Yunxiu’s mouth. “I want you . Not just right now, not just because of —” Su Mucheng gestures around the room with a hand, “— all this. I want you because I like you, Yunxiu. I really, really like you.”
“Yeah?” Chu Yunxiu says, her entire face lighting up as she smiles. “Really, Mumu?”
Su Mucheng nods, and a warm fuzzy feeling envelopes her as she takes in Chu Yunxiu’s happy glow. “Really,” Su Mucheng says, feeling in her bones how true the words are as she speaks. “So much.”
Su Mucheng edges off of Chu Yunxiu’s lap and slides off her shorts and underwear. They’re gross and sticky now, but Su Mucheng doesn’t have half a brain to care. No, she’s too caught up in the thrill of watching Chu Yunxiu’s expression as she takes in her fully naked body. She’s too exhilarated by the sight of the faint, damp spot she’d left behind on Chu Yunxiu’s nightgown.
She memorizes the shape of the delightful image — the shape of her own desire — before Chu Yunxiu swiftly tears off her nightgown and knickers and they settle next to each other on the bed.
And wow, wow, there aren’t words to describe the flurry of emotions swimming through Su Mucheng now. She’s always known Chu Yunxiu to be gorgeous just as she knows the sky is blue or that water is wet, but this, this is something else entirely. Chu Yunxiu with her hair cascading down her bare shoulders and chest, the strands tickling Su Mucheng’s boobs as she wriggles closer. Chu Yunxiu with her perky little breasts, the perfect size for Su Mucheng to cup in her hands.
Chu Yunxiu gazing at Su Mucheng with so much adoration and love as if she is the Earth and Su Mucheng is the Sun.
Su Mucheng breathes heavily, intoxicated by Chu Yunxiu’s scent — drunk off the feel of her so warm and close. She clasps Chu Yunxiu’s hand, guiding her lower, and then brushes their fingertips against her inner thigh. An invitation.
Chu Yunxiu untangles their hands and slides her fingers between Su Mucheng’s legs to caress her pussy. She has her game face on, and there isn’t a hint of that hesitation from earlier as her fingers work their magic.
“Mumu, you’re so good and wet for me,” Chu Yunxiu sighs into Su Mucheng’s ear. Her hot, damp breath causes Su Mucheng to shiver. “You’re so– this is so hot. God I’m– I’m really turned on.” Chu Yunxiu giggles — a light, fluttery sound that makes Su Mucheng’s heart race. “Sorry in advance,” she continues, “but I’m probably going to make a mess of your comforter.”
The implication that Chu Yunxiu is turned on enough to mess up her comforter sends Su Mucheng’s mind reeling. There’s something about the sight and sound of Chu Yunxiu’s lust that makes her greedy — that makes her want more — that makes her pussy twitch with the urge to swallow Chu Yunxiu’s entire hand.
Su Mucheng plants her hands on Chu Yunxiu’s shoulders, using them as leverage as she grinds her clit against Chu Yunxiu’s hand. Chu Yunxiu gets the message and starts rubbing Su Mucheng just how she needs it — firm and hard. Su Mucheng is so close. So close. She’s riding the wave of her desire, almost at the peak—
And then Chu Yunxiu suddenly withdraws her hand.
“Can I help you finish with my mouth?” Chu Yunxiu asks. Her brow furrows and she shakes her head before rephrasing her question to a more assertive, “I want to lick you until you come. I wanna– I wanna eat your pussy, Mumu. Really, really want to.”
Just that — the image of Chu Yunxiu going down on her — is nearly enough to make Su Mucheng lose herself.
“Please,” is all Su Mucheng can manage to say. “Please, Yunxiu, please.”
Chu Yunxiu ducks her head between Su Mucheng’s trembling thighs, enveloping Su Mucheng’s pussy in the warm heat of her mouth.
The fingering had been close enough to the things that Su Mucheng does behind the closed doors of her bedroom. Sure, it had been different because it had been Chu Yunxiu’s hands touching her instead of her own, but similar enough. This though, this is blowing Su Mucheng’s mind.
She’s not going to last very much longer, not with Chu Yunxiu eating her out so voraciously. She can tell that Chu Yunxiu is really enjoying this, too; which fills her with another type of pleasure. She loves to see her friend being so greedy and taking what she wants.
It’s the realization that Chu Yunxiu is touching herself, though that really sends Su Mucheng over the edge. Chu Yunxiu is getting off to this — is getting off to licking her pussy.
Su Mucheng cries out Chu Yunxiu’s name loud, unapologetically loud. She trembles and gasps as the waves around her come crashing down.
Chu Yunxiu’s hair is a wild mess when she bobs back up from between Su Mucheng’s legs, and her lips are plump and shiny from eating Su Mucheng out. She still looks like the most gorgeous being on the planet, and despite having just come, Su Mucheng doesn’t feel at all sated. She wants more. She wants to hold Chu Yunxiu in her arms and kiss her and touch her until she comes undone, too.
Su Mucheng tugs Chu Yunxiu’s hand, pulling her closer, and Chu Yunxiu giggles and flops down next to her on the bed. Chu Yunxiu is looking quite pleased with herself, like she’s accomplished some very important task. The smiling and laughing does something to Su Mucheng’s heart, and she can’t help herself from running her fingers through a stray lock of Chu Yunxiu’s hair and kissing her cheek.
“Beautiful,” Su Mucheng whispers. She’s saying it mostly to herself, but when she sees the reaction it gets out of Chu Yunxiu — when she sees the hungry look in Chu Yunxiu’s eyes at the praise — she repeats it again, with more confidence.
"You're beautiful, Yunxiu. Absolutely beautiful."
She kisses Chu Yunxiu again, this time full on the mouth. Her tongue darts between Chu Yunxiu’s parted lips, and she tastes the remnants of herself still lingering there. The flavor is unique — is unlike anything Su Mucheng has experienced before — but not in a bad way. Su Mucheng savors the taste, finding that she rather likes this flavor they’ve created together.
Su Mucheng shifts their bodies until they’re flush against each other, until she feels the wet warmth of Chu Yunxiu on her skin. Su Mucheng glides a hand down to finger Chu Yunxiu’s pussy, and her own pussy spasms with pleasure at the sensation of Chu Yunxiu so hot and eager around her.
Su Mucheng crooks her hand so her thumb rubs Chu Yunxiu’s clit while she continues to finger her. Chu Yunxiu’s hips jerk, and she moans into Su Mucheng’s mouth. Su Mucheng shivers, feeling as if she might come again at the delightful response.
She plays around with different tempos and angles until her fingers strike just the right chord. Chu Yunxiu breaks off the kiss and presses her head to Su Mucheng’s shoulder. Her teeth graze Su Mucheng’s skin as she cries out, jerking and shuddering.
The storm has blown over, and a stillness hangs in the air now. There isn’t a noise in the room save for the whirr of Su Mucheng’s fan and the sound of their breaths.
Soon they will get up and rinse off in the shower. Su Mucheng will let Chu Yunxiu borrow one of her oversized shirts, and then they’ll curl up on the other side of Su Mucheng’s bed and nod off to that cheesy drama Chu Yunxiu has been begging to watch.
But for these next few moments, they simply hold each other and bask in the quiet comfort of the night.