Hetalia kink meme part 21
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Chun Yan immediately stiffened and sat up straight in her seat, looking around nervously. No one was looking at her. Oh.
Of course no one had noticed, or if they did they didn’t care enough to see whose phone had been buzzing. Texting in class was common in high school, wasn’t it? No one really cared who did it. Chun Yan forgot that sometimes, since she had never had any need to do so until recently.
Still she was nervous as she glanced over at the teacher, who was distracted helping another student with their work, and reached a into her bag next to her chair, pulling out her cellphone, holding it under the desk as she read it.
From Anya read the screen.
Can I come over 2nite?
Chun Yan frowned at the screen, glanced back at her teacher, than typed a quick response.
Why?
It wasn’t very long until her phone buzzed again, indicating that the girl had sent a reply.
2 study of course
Chun Yan frowned more.
Anya Braginskaya had been Wang Chun Yan’s girlfriend for about six months now, and Chun Yan was proud to say she had learned a lot of things about the younger Russian girl.
She had learned that Anya, despite being tall and intimidating, was a romantic, who insisted on texting her every morning that usually said something along the lines of “Good morning!” with an emoticon heart.
She had learned that outside of school when she wasn’t in her uniform, she did not dress like a ‘gangster’ like Emily had frequently rumored, but in fact dressed in a great deal of feminine, fashionable clothes, and a lot of pink.
She had learned that the scarf she was always was a keepsake from her older brother, who she didn’t see very often after their parents got divorced.
And she had also learned that when Anya said ‘study,’ she never meant ‘study.’
...Not that Chun Yan was exactly opposed to the idea of Anya coming over for a little heavy making out, but still, she had a bit of academic pride to maintain.
...Promise we’ll actually study a little bit? You know you need to work on improving that Physics grade of yours.
About a minute, and she then received a new text.
whatevr u say
Then, almost just as she had read that text, her phone buzzed again.
I can’t wait 2 c u
The words were followed by two emoticons, a winking face and of course, a heart.
Despite herself, Chun Yan found herself blushing as she shoved her phone back into her bag. Stupid Anya. Stupid texts making her get all red-faced.
It was stupid to get all flustered over a stupid (grammatically incorrect!) text, but... Well, they had been going out for six months after all.
It was normal wasn’t it? To be excited by the thought of her girlfriend coming over, kissing her, touching her and maybe even...
Chun Yan blushed harder and tried to refocus on her work, which she had pretty much finished anyway, but of course she couldn’t.
Chun Yan was sexually frustrated. It was understandable of course; she was 18, hormonal, and had a tall, gorgeous Russian girlfriend who she had not had sex with yet.
Not that they hadn’t done other things. Anya was quite affectionate actually, frequently in public, much to Chun Yan’s chagrin. She was always hugging and kissing Chun Yan in the middle of the hallway, which annoyed the Chinese girl, who thought things should just be kept private. Behind closed doors she had always been more than accepting of Anya’s affections however, but...
They had never had sex.
And Chun Yan wasn’t sure why.
They had had plenty of opportunity. Anya was always coming over to her house, and sure her siblings were there, but she could chase them away, and hell, half the time Anya spent the night, so it’s not like they would be bothering them then... So what?
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They had been kissing like they normally did, but it had felt… different, in a way. It was more, hotter and deeper and just more. Anya had been on top of her, pressing her into the bed they laid on, large hands resting on Chun Yan’s hips, her shirt already pushed up and over her breasts, and somehow during all of it Chun Yan’s legs had wrapped up and around Anya and she was sure this was going to be it, finally, and then-
Then Anya had pulled back.
“I-“ she gasped, face flushed, breathing hard. “I should be getting home. M-My dad wants me home early tonight.”
Chun Yan was pretty sure Anya had been lying. Her father barely cared if Anya came home at all, much less on time. But Chun Yan hadn’t pointed that out. Instead all she said was a breathy “A-Alright.”
They had gotten up, fixed their hair and clothes, kissed goodbye, and Anya had left.
Chun Yan had masturbated rather furiously that night, Anya’s name on her lips the whole time.
Sighing at the memory Chun Yan slumped onto her desk, giving up on even trying to focus on her school work. Stupid Anya. She had never felt this way before they started dating. Okay, sure, she had felt aroused before, but it had never been focused like it was now, focused on one person, and that was all Anya’s fault really-
Chun Yan’s thoughts were cut off as she felt a kick to the back of the small, plastic chair she was sitting in.
“Psst!” hissed the voice from behind her as her chair was kicked again. “Hey! Hey, Chun Yan!”
Chun Yan sighed and sat back up, turning around in her seat to face the blonde girl who was kicking her chair. “What do you want Emily?”
Emily F. Jones, an attractive blonde sophomore who was sort of Chun Yan’s friend, grinned at her broadly, flashing white teeth at the Asian boy. “No need to snap dude! I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
“I thought I told you to stop calling me ‘dude!’ Besides, you check if I’m alright by kicking my chair?”
“You just seemed down du-uuuh- you. Something up?”
Chun Yan felt her face reddening again. “Nothing I want to discuss with you.”
“Oh come oooon! It it about Anya?”
Chun Yan said nothing, blushing harder and turning away.
“Ah, that’s it isn’t it? What did commie-girl do? Oh I know! She robbed a store and made you drive getaway! I knew she’s pull something like that! But it’s okay Chun Yan, the heroine will rescue you from her nefarious clutches-”
“It’s nothing like that Emily; how many times do I have to tell you that my girlfriend isn’t a criminal?” snapped Chun Yan as she whirled back around in her seat, before dropping her voice even lower. “Look, if I tell you what is do you swear not to tell anyone, and I mean anyone?”
Emily thumped her fist on her chest proudly. “You can count on me dude!”
Chun Yan ignored the ‘dude.’
“Okay, so... This is kind of embarrassing but...”
“Jones!” snapped the teacher from across the room. “Stop bothering Miss Wang and get back to your work!”
Emily opened her mouth to protest, but Chun Yan spoke quicker. “Sorry Sir! I was just helping Emily.” Then, under her breath. “We’ll continue this later.”
Then she turned back around briskly and, for what felt like the fiftieth time that day, tried to focus back on her work.
When the bell rang that signaled the end of that class rang, and Chun Yan was quick out the door, and Emily was on her heels.
“Chun Yan wait up! Chun Yan Chun Yaaaaaan-”
Chun Yan did not bother to turn to look at the girl as she continued her walk quickly through the crowded hallway of the school. “Emily, be quieter! I swear, you’re like my little sister... Look Emily, if I’m going to share with you I’m sure as hell not doing it in public.”
Emily shoved her way through a crowd of freshmen to keep up with the briskly walking Asian girl. “What? Why?”
“You’re loud.”
“Am not!”
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Emily faltered in her brisk pace and pouted. “I wouldn’t say it was shouting exactly... just projecting... Hey wait up!”
Emily practically chased Chun Yan through the hallway, and then made a sharp turn.
“Okay Chun Yan, we’re in private, now will you tell me what has your panties in a bunch?” asked Emily as she followed Chun Yan into the school restroom, almost getting hit in the face with the swinging door.
It was only now that Chun Yan faltered, looking down at her patent leather Mary Jane’s in an attempt to hide her blush. This was not something she normally liked to talk about, but... well, if anyone would have information on the topic it would be Emily, wouldn’t it?
“Chun Yan? Are you okay? Look, I was kidding before, you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to-”
“How do you get someone to have sex with you?” Chun Yan blurted it out before she could stop herself, then immediately regretted it, feeling her face heat in pure mortification.
Emily paused for a second, looking surprised, then she laughed. “What?”
“I mean-” Chun Yan could not make eye-contact, she just could not, it was just too embarrassing, so she busied her eyes and her hands with a loose thread on the bottom of the sweater that was part of her uniform. “I-I mean, Anya and I... Well you know, we’ve been dating for a while now and I want to but she... well I think she wants to but we’ve never done it and I’m not sure what I’m doing wrong-”
“Woah woah, hold up,” laughed Emily. “You’re telling me you want to have sex with commie-girl but she’s the one being reluctant? Wow dude, I would not have guessed that.”
Chun Yan shot her a glare. “What’s that supposed to mean? And don’t call me dude.”
Emily shrugged. “Well Anya’s been crazy about you since last year, and you’re always pushing her off of you in the cafeteria. I thought you were, you know, a prude.”
Chun Yan didn’t really know how to respond to that, but felt a twinge of annoyance regardless. Why did not liking PDA have to mean she was a prude? She was 18 dammit, was it really so shocking that she would have the desire to be intimate with her girlfriend?
“Well as you can see that’s not the case, so can you just give me some advice?” snapped Chun Yan with a little more venom than she had intended.
“No need to get testy dude, it was just an observation.” Emily put on on her hip and looked up thoughtfully. “Now... for your problem... Have you thought about trying, you know, taking control of the situation?”
Chun Yan blinked. “What do you mean?”
“Well you know, when Alice and I first got together she wasn’t making a move, and that’s because she wanted me to do it! Assert yourself! Tie her up!”
Chun Yan coughed. “Tie her up?!”
“Well when Alice and I first did it she wanted me to-”
“Okay I don’t need to know about that!” She shook her head as she interrupted the blonde girl, holding up her hands in a motion to stop. “You... You really think I should try something like that?”
Emily shrugged. “It worked for me.”
Before Chun Yan could say anything else, a bell resounded through the school, the one minute warning bell for the next class to start.
“Shit!” swore Emily loudly, practically jumping. “I can’t be late again to my next class or I’ll get detention for sure! Look I’ll talk to you later Chun Yan!” And then the girl abruptly ran out of the restroom.
Chun Yan sighed. She didn’t have a class this period, one of the perks of being a senior... So that gave her time to think.
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By the time the bell rang signaling the end of the day, Chun Yan had moved from the restroom to the school courtyard, and she had made a decision.
Tonight she was going to have sex with Anya. Even if it meant tying her up. (Even though she didn’t really want to tie Anya up, it just seemed awfully extreme for her first time, fourth or fifth time sure, but first time... But if Anya wanted her to, she would do it.)
She had it planned out. Sakura, her oldest younger sister, had already planned to spend the night with her friend, some cat-crazy Greek girl. The rest of her siblings wouldn’t be to hard to appease. As long as they stayed fed and she applied the right mixture of threats and bribes with candy, they would both leave her and Anya alone and not tell their mother (who worked nights, leaving Chun Yan as the adult in charge.)
It should all work out. Luckily she had even shaved everywhere the night before, so she should be clean and nice smelling.
She had texted Anya again during her free period, even though she had a class, asking when she would be coming over, and Anya had responded that she would be coming over around five o’clock. With school getting out around four, Chun Yan believed that should give her just enough time to pick up her siblings from their school, change out of her uniform and just generally pretty-up in preparation.
So, when the bell rang she ran to the school entrance, waited a few impatient minutes for Sakura to show up, and then she practically dragged her sister to the parking lot.
“Athena’s picking you up from the house for this sleepover of yours, right?” asked Chun Yan as she buckled her seatbelt of the mini-van that she drove.
Sakura nodded calmly. “Yes. At 4:30. Are you in a hurry for something?”
Chun Yan gritted her teeth as she urned the key in her car and the engine sprang to life. “Not particularly. Just want to pick up the kids on time.”
There was no way she was going to tell her little sister why she wanted to get home as soon as possible.
Of course nothing ever goes as planned.
First Soo Yun, her second oldest little sibling, a seventh grader, had decided to be exceptionally loud as she whined about some field trip permission form that their mother had failed to sign.
“I need it by tomorrow!” whined Soo Yun from the back seat.
“Please Soo Yun I’m trying to drive.”
“You’re speeding.”
“Thank you I know that Sakura!”
“We’re going to the museum and I need to go to the museum so I can find all the things there that originated in Korea!”
“What?”
“My field trip Chun Yan!”
“Oh right.”
“That’s a red light.”
“I know that Sakura.”
“If mama doesn’t sign it I won’t be able to go and then I’ll have to sit in the boring old library all day-”
“So museums are interesting but libraries aren’t?”
“Chun Yaaaaan-”
“Dammit Soo Yun, I’ll just forge mom’s signature tomorrow morning, okay? Now please shut up so I can drive!”
Picking up her two littlest siblings from elementary did not go any smoother.
“Chun Yan?” piped up 8 year old Wan after both he and his 10 year old sister Hong had piled in the back seat. “What’s a ‘lesbian’?”
Chun Yan had almost choked on nothing at all. “What?”
“Well a boy in my class said his big brother said you were a lesbian because you like to kiss Anya and I said no, you like to kiss Anya cause Anya’s pretty, and then he said all lesbians have short hair and I said well then you can’t be a lesbian because your hair is long, and he said no it isn’t, and I said yeah it is you just keep it up in buns and-”
“Has mom seriously not talked to you about this stuff?”
“About lesbians? No. Are you a lesbian. Does this mean you’re getting a haircut? Cause I like your hair!”
“No it does not- Honestly, we are going to have to have a long talk about this Wan. Later. Not today.”
Hong turned to look at Soo Yun. “Are you a lesbian?”
“No stupid.” Soo Yun stuck her tongue out. “I have long hair.”
“A long talk with all of you.”
So, needless to say, Chun Yan was more than a little stressed by the time they actually made it home.
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I'm definitely looking forward to more of this, A!anon. ;)
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And that aside, can't wait! This seems very interesting to say in the least ^^
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Still, she was not to be discouraged. Sakura got picked up by the Greek girl, Athena, only a little bit after they arrived home, so that was one sibling down.
“I’m ordering you pizza,” she announced to her siblings as they plopped in front of the television and began quarreling over the remote.
“I like it better when you cook,” grumbled Hong.
“I’ll cook tomorrow okay? I don’t have time to today; Anya’s coming over.”
Wan immediately popped up and looked at his sister from over the back of the couch. “She’s not going to cut your hair is she?”
“No Wan, she will not be cutting my hair! But I do want you to give us privacy, understand?”
Soo Yun snorted. “Suuure, I understand.”
“Shut it Soo Yun. We’re going to be studying in my room and I don’t want to be disturbed unless someone is missing a limb. Soo Yun, you’re in charge while we study.”
“Awesome!”
“No, I changed my mind, Hong’s in charge.”
“Aaaw!”
Then Chun Yan quickly put in the pizza order, and then ran upstairs to her room, trying to tidy it up, as fast as she could. (Not that it was very messy actually, but Chun Yan was feeling a bit paranoid and she just wanted everything to be right, dammit-)
After she had picked up a bit she fished around in her drawer until she found her only bottle of perfume, a dark amber bottle of a scent called ‘Opium’, that Hong had given her as some kind of joke about her Chinese heritage. Chun Yan had not found it particularly funny, but it still smelled nice.
After than Chun Yan had found herself in the bathroom mirror, trying to decide if she should put on make up, when the door bell rang, and a few seconds later Soo Yun was calling up the stairs “Chun Yaaaan, the blonde giant is here!”
Chun Yan swore to herself and practically sprinted downstairs.
Still, by the time she got downstairs her girlfriend was already sitting on their couch, being interrogated by Wan.
“So you promise you won’t cut her hair?”
“Of course not, I like Chun Yan’s hair the way it is. Your sister is very beautiful.”
Wan nodded at this, seemingly satisfied.
Chun Yan blushed, but still strode up to over to the couch.
“Wan, don’t pester Anya. Hi Anya.”
Wan pouted, and Anya chuckled, pushing herself up from the couch, immediately towering over everyone else in the room. “He was not bothering me. I wish my little brother was nice like him. Hi Chun Yan.”
Quickly she leaned down and gave Chun Yan a small kiss in greeting before straightening back up and smiling. “You’re still wearing your uniform.”
Crap. Looking down at herself she realized, yes, she was still wearing the plaid skirt and v-necked sweater that was their school uniform.
“Oh,” she mumbled, suddenly very self conscious. “I meant to change.” It certainly didn’t help that Anya was dressed very nicely, in black jeans and a a pink long sleeved shirt which had the double appeal of being very form-fitting and and made of a quite thin material. Chun Yan felt practically out of place standing next to her.
In truth Chun Yan felt out of place next to Anya more often than she’d like to admit. Sometimes though, she felt like Anya was everything she was not. Anya was tall and voluptuous and unmistakably gorgeous... While Chun Yan was short, just a little more than flat-chested, and was of the idea that she was unmistakably average.
What if, Chun Yan suddenly thought, What if that’s why she hasn’t had sex with me yet, what if she-
But no. No, Chun Yan couldn’t think like that right now; she had to be confident and sexy if she wanted to seduce Anya properly.
Luckily, before Chun Yan could say anything else Anya smiled at her and chuckled slightly. “It is fine. You look very cute in your uniform.”
Chun Yan felt the blood rush to her face at Anya’s words, frustratingly. Despite all the time they had been dating, her stupid circulatory system still apparently thought it was funny to rush all her blood to her face every time Anya gave her the slightest compliment. It was utterly humiliating, but she couldn’t help it.
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“Um. I ordered pizza for the kids. It should get here soon and I figured we could eat before we go up to... study.”
Immediately Soo Yun, who had been playing a game on her phone while sitting in the kitchen, which was openly connected to the living room, whirled around in her seat to glare at the tall blonde girl. “Hey, big nose won’t be taking any of my pizza!”
Chun Yan straightened up from picking up Wan’s backpack. “Soo Yun! Don’t-”
But before she could properly scold her sister Anya cut her off with a pat to the shoulder, before striding over to Soo Yun.
“Hey Soo Yun,” said Anya as she walked over to where the girl sat, her voice taking on a creepy affectation that she was quite good at, and was quite frankly the reason Emily kept spreading rumors about Anya being a criminal. “You know, it’s not nice to say things about other people’s appearances.” When she reached Soo Yun she put her hand on the back of the girls chair and leaned over her shoulder so their heads next to each other. “And not wanting to share... Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson in politeness?”
Soo Yun paled immediately and jumped out of the chair, dashing from the room in fear as Hong chuckled at her sister’s misfortune of being targeted by Chun Yan’s “scary but pretty girlfriend.” (Which was what she and Wan called Anya when they thought Chun Yan wasn’t listening.)
Once the girl had run out of the room Anya straightened up and turned back to face Chun Yan, her face back to smiling innocently.
Chun Yan shook her head. “I probably should be more upset by the fact that you insist on scaring my siblings.”
Anya just smiled.
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“I’m really sorry Wan kept pestering you about my hair, I really need to talk to that boy...”
Anya laughed as she followed Chun Yan up the stairs to her room. “It is fine.”
The rest of the afternoon had been alright, mostly because Anya had seemed blissfully unaware of Chun Yan’s tension and bubbling annoyance as she rushed through her pizza, glaring as Wan rambled on about her hair and Hong and Soo Yun kicked each under the table.
Still, once they finished eating, Chun Yan had ordered them to do their homework, found a pack of Twizzlers she had hidden, made them all promise not to bother her and Anya, given them the Twizzlers like she was giving chum to a shoal of sharks, and then gone to head up the stairs with Anya.
When she opened the door to her room and went inside, Chun Yan immediately went to her desk, digging around in the drawer, trusting Anya in her room. When she found that she was looking for she turned back around, and almost laughed when she saw that Anya was holding one of her Hello Kitty plushies, face to face with the white plush cat, a pleasantly bemused expression on her face.
Anya had always seemed a bit bewildered, but amused by her girlfriend’s collection of stuffed animals, and Chun Yan had to say she did not mind. She had hid her collection for about a month into their relationship, always finding excuses to not let Anya into her room, for fear that she would laugh at her. When she had finally given in and decided that Anya would have to know her embarrassing little Hello Kitty secret, Anya had laughed, but it wasn’t like her barking laughter when Emily did something to make herself look stupid. It had been a childishly amused laugh, with a hint of surprise, and her smile had been genuine when she had turned on Chun Yan and said “So I guess you like Hello Kitty then.” (Chun Yan had always been able to tell the difference between Anya’s real smiles and her fake ones, which was something she secretly prided herself on.)
Smiling at the memory, Chun Yan walked over to the bed and sat down next to Anya, holding out a small plastic box. “Tic-Tac?”
Sorry there's STILL no sex, next time, I swear.
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And of course she had to blush as Anya took the box of Tic Tacs from her, their hands brushing together as she did so. Honestly, something so simple... How was she going to seduce Anya if she was blushing all the time. The seductresses in the dramas Soo Yun always watched never blushed! She had to push through her body’s stupid natural response and try and keep her blood circulating normally.
“Well,” she said, trying to seem cool and calm as she watched Anya pop one of the mints into her mouth before handing the box back so Chun Yan could get one for herself. “What else am I supposed to do? I can’t help but notice you didn’t bring anything to actually study with.”
Anya smiled sheepishly, crunching and swallowing the mint. “You caught me.”
“Was it all part of your nefarious plan?”
“Oh yes, it is quite wicked. I lure you in with the promise of academics and then when you least expect it I ravish you.”
Damn her blushing. Still, Chun Yan tired to say cool, swallowing her own mint. “Funny how I keep letting myself fall for that one.”
And then Anya was leaning in, their noses brushing, breath intermingling. “Yeah. Funny.”
Chun Yan did not respond for a moment, but instead silently looked into Anya’s eyes before leaning in to close the distance between them.
Their lips pressed together, soft at first, slow and contented, then Anya pulled away. She said nothing, but smiled playfully and brushed a bit of Chun Yan’s long, parted bangs behind her ear, not subtlety letting her cool fingers brush her cheek and ear. Then she quickly leaned back in, capturing Chun Yan’s mouth again in a deeper, more passionate kiss. Soon Chun Yan had been pulled up into Anya’s lap, and her arms were wrapped around the girl’s shoulders, her hands gripping soft pink fabric as Anya’s cold hands slipped up her shirt, rubbing the bottom of her ribcage teasingly.
So basically everything was going as planned so far.
Still, they had gotten this far, but this time she had to make sure Anya didn’t want to pull away. She had to make sure Anya wanted her. How could she do that at this point. How exactly did one take initiative and initiate sex? Should she tie Anya up, like Emily had suggested? But she shouldn’t do that if Anya wouldn’t want it... How was she supposed to tell if Anya wanted that or not? And what if-
“You seem distracted,” murmured Anya, pulling back slightly, her nose still touching Chun Yan’s cheek. “Is something wrong?”
Nervously, Chun Yan bit the inside of her cheek. Of course now her girlfriend was being attentive to her nervousness. “I’m fine,” she said, and when Anya gave her a disbelieving look, she kissed the girl on the cheek and said “Really.”
Anya seemed to accept this, at least for the moment, and turned her head so she could catch Chun Yan’s mouth again.
Chun Yan tried to relax. She really did. And she did for a bit, at least long enough to somehow end up on her back with Anya on top of her, lazily pushing up her uniform shirt and sweater, exposing her stomach to the cool air.
And that was the moment Chun Yan stopped relaxing. Not that it didn’t feel good, oh it felt very good but...
Well, if Chun Yan didn’t know how to take initiative before, she certainly didn’t know how to when Anya was on top of her.
Anya broke away and began kissing along her jaw, trailing down to her neck, murmuring softly between kisses. “So pretty... You’re always so pretty...”
And Chun Yan really just wanted to let her mind go blank; she really just wanted Anya to take her then and there, but her mind kept racing. She had to make Anya want to have sex with her but she didn’t know how, she didn’t know if she could and what if she didn’t want to and-
“Wait!” she yelped suddenly, an unexplained panic flooding her system as she pushed Anya off her and sat up from the bed, squeezing her eyes shut.
“What?” Anya scrambled back in surprise, worry crossing her face. “Are you alright? I didn’t mean to-”
“No, no!” Embarrassment hit Chun Yan like a wave, and she buried her face in her hands, hiding it. “I just- I-”
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“It’s alright,” muttered Anya, stroking her hair. “I’m not going to hurt you.” (Oh. Maybe it was because she never actually told Anya she had stopped being afraid of her.)
“No, it’s not that! It’s just-”
“Then what...?”
“It’s just-” Chun Yan shot her head up and met Anya’s concerned gaze, and before she could stop herself the words were tumbling out of her mouth. “I just don’t think I can tie you up!”
Anya blinked.
“Um... That is good...?”
Chun Yan had never understood what Soo Yun had meant when she said she just wanted to die of embarrassment. Not until that very moment. Still, she felt the need to explain herself.
Clasping her hands together and dropping her eyes, she fixed her gaze resolutely on her hands and began. “I-I just... We’ve been dating for six month and I l-like you a lot and...” Even though she could no longer see it, she could feel Anya’s gaze on her, and for some reason it was making all her words freeze in her throat. “I just thought we could... But I didn’t know how to ask and Emily said I should try tying you up and oh god that sounds really stupid doesn’t it, oh god I just heard it I-” She blushed hard, turning redder than she had turned all day, and once again found herself covering her face in shame. “And now I’m blushing like an idiot and I’m rambling and I’m just going to go die now, okay!”
Chun Yan tried to pull away at that point, too humiliated to be thinking straight, but all of a sudden arms were wrapping around her and she was enveloped by her girlfriend, and, unable to keep her balance, she was just as suddenly falling backwards.
She yelped softly as her back hit the bed, Anya falling with her and covering her entirely.
“What-” Her hands flew away from her face and up to Anya’s shoulders, as she was worried she would be crushed by the girl, but then Anya’s weight shifted as she propped herself up, and then their faces were parallel, gazes locked. Chun Yan felt her breath catch at the intense look in Anya’s eyes. They were piercing, but not in a threatening way like how she had looked Soo Yun earlier. They was different. They were... kinder.
Three things milaya,” said Anya seriously, leaning in to briefly kiss Chun Yan’s slightly parted lips. “One: You are absolutely not allowed to die. Two...” Anya moved to kiss Chun Yan’s heated cheek. “I think you are very cute when you blush.” As if to try and drive her point home, she moved to kiss Chun Yan’s other cheek before pulling back to look her in the eyes again. “And three...” Suddenly her expression softened even more and her childish smile returned. “Are you saying you want to have sex with me?”
Chun Yan turned her face, not really to look at anything but more to avoid looking at Anya. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Not really.” She felt Anya shift again, settling herself on top of Chun Yan so they were pressed together but she was not crushing her, leaning against the crook of Chun Yan’s neck and shoulder. “You always push me away in the hallway.”
Chun Yan pouted, even though Anya obviously couldn’t see it. “I don’t like PDA.”
“You refused to kiss me until we had been dating for a month.”
“You’re my first real girlfriend, I didn’t know how fast things like that are supposed to go.”
“When we have sleepovers you always get me a sleeping bag.”
“I never wanted to make my family suspicious. Come on Anya.” She tugged the girl’s shirt to try and get her to meet her eyes again, to no avail. “You’re acting like you didn’t know I like you or something.”
“I know you like me. I just didn’t think you wanted to have sex with me.”
I promised sex didn't I... Making out is almost sex, isn't it?
...Look I'm sorry, I apparently just can't write porn without a ton of build up. There will be sex next update, I mean it this time.
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Never be sad there isn't build up, this build up is marvellous. The way you do build up is equal parts adorable and sexy with just enough awkward to be really super charming. This is astounding.
can't wait for more <3 even if it's not sex!
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Anya sounded... shockingly vulnerable at that moment. Chun Yan sighed and slipped her hand in her girlfriend’s platinum hair, stroking it. “Okay so... maybe I’m not the best communicator. But... I do. Want to have sex with you, I mean.”
It was easier to say than she thought it would be. Even if it did sound a little awkward and it wasn’t how women in Korean dramas did it. But maybe that was okay.
“Mmmm,” hummed Anya, nuzzling a bit more into Chun Yan’s shoulder. “I would like to have sex with you too.” Finally she lifted her head slightly, looking at Chun Yan a bit impishly. “I would prefer it if you didn’t tie me up though.”
“Aiyah, I told you I figured out it was a stupid idea! I swear I’m never taking Emily’s advice again, I-” Suddenly she was cut off by another kiss, not chaste like their last one, but a hard, passionate kiss. After a few seconds, Anya pulled back, smirking.
“You really don’t need to be talking about Emily before I fuck you.”
She felt goosebumps rise at the Russian girl’s words, but in response she just tugged her back down and said “Noted,” before pressing their lips together again.
Chun Yan felt heat pool in her stomach as they kissed deeply, pressing together tightly. She could feel Anya’s large breasts pressing against her small chest, and there was something deliciously tantalizing about it, the way their bodies fit together...
Anya shifted and then one of Anya’s legs was settled between Chun Yan’s bare thighs, and it was so warm and so sudden that she couldn’t help but gasp into the kiss, tightening her grip at Anya’s shoulders. She felt the Russian chuckle into the kiss and pull back.
“Don’t be nervous,” she murmured, brushing against Chun Yan’s lips again ever so lightly.
“I’m not nervous.” Teasingly she pinched a lock of Anya’s hair and tugged on it, not enough to actually hurt, something she did when she was pretending to scold Anya. “I’m anxious. There’s a difference.”
“Well excuse me Professor.”
“Smartass.”
Anya chuckled again before leaning down to give her another peck on the cheek. “Don’t be anxious then. Just relax.”
Chun Yan pouted slightly. “I can’t help it. I’m... excited.”
“That’s kind of the point milaya.”
“You!” She tugged the lock of hair again. “It’s just... I’ve never done this and I’ve been looking forward to this and...” She was rambling and blushing again. Dammit.
However Anya didn’t seem to particularly mind, or even notice the blushing, as she was distracted with running a finger along Chun Yan’s neck and down to her collarbone, eyes half-lidded. Still, she paused from this act to glance up at Chun Yan and grin a bit.
“So you are a virgin then?” she asked, softly teasing.
Chun Yan found herself once again looking away. “You know that. I never dated anyone before you and I’ve never...”
“I know that.” Chun Yan could feel Anya’s smile when she kissed her again on the neck, running her hand past her collarbone before trailing all too lightly over her chest and down her stomach before settling to rest lightly on her thigh. “You’re just so sexy I can’t believe everyone at school aren’t always on their knees just begging to lick your cunt.”
Chun Yan gasped at Anya’s words. She knew she shouldn’t be surprised exactly, banter was pretty much a staple of their relationship after all, but for some reason the blunt sexuality of the word still caught her off guard.
But... she didn’t hate it. In fact, judging by the way heat pooled to the previously mentioned body part, she quite liked it, and the next thing she knew words were falling out of her mouth.
“Well, you’re the only one who gets that honor, right?”
Anya practically purred against Chun Yan’s neck, squeezing her thigh lightly. “Oh of course. You always did spoil me.”
“Well you’ve been a very good girl recently.” (Anya’s hand was moving up her thigh and it was very distracting, it was at the hem of her skirt now and Chun Yan just wanted it to slip up and-)
“And I can be even better.” Anya nipped lightly at Chun Yan’s neck, squeezing her thigh again before pulling back completely, sitting up. “But first we should really get this...” She tugged on Chun Yan’s sweater demonstratively. “...off of you.”
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Anya hummed approvingly, placing her hands on Chun Yan’s hips before leaning into kiss her again. Their lips met and molded together, and then one of Anya’s hands began to trail up, running her fingers lightly along Chun Yan’s skin as if she could not bare to break contact from her. Soon it was at her bra strap, toying with it absentmindedly.
At the same time Chun Yan reached up one of her hands and tangled it in Anya’s long, silky hair, while her other hand sunk down to the hem of Anya’s shirt and hesitated.
She only hesitated for a few seconds, but it was apparently enough for Anya to notice, because she pulled back from the kiss, chuckling.
“This far and you’re still shy about touching me?”
Chun Yan would have responded, but before she could Anya had moved her hand from her shoulder, placing it over Chun Yan’s much smaller hand and guiding it under her shirt, placing it on her chest. Immediately Chun Yan found herself cupping the breast under her hand, feeling how deliciously soft and full and warm they were...
She squeezed a bit harder, rubbing over where Anya’s nipple was under her bra, and Anya moaned in response, leaning forward into Chun Yan’s hand, eyes fluttering shut, and Chun Yan was struck with how beautiful she really was, all high cheekbones and blonde eyelashes and full lips. And she wanted to tell Anya this, but the words were suddenly caught in her throat and she just stared at her dumbly.
Anya opened her eyes a few seconds later and caught Chun Yan’s gaze, holding it for a moment before smiling and looking quietly pleased, and Chun Yan fleetingly wondered if Anya had somehow read her mind. But that was probably impossible, so she quickly put the thought out of her mind and reached out to pull off her shirt.
She barely had time to sneakily admire the generous swell of her girlfriend’s chest under her simple, slightly lacy pink bra before Anya grabbed her, smirking mischievously as she pulled Chun Yan into her lap, having Chun Yan straddle her hips, their chests pressing together as Anya leaned into press a kiss on Chun Yan’s shoulder. “You’re cute when you’re pretending to not stare at my chest.”
Chun Yan pouted even though Anya couldn’t see her. “Stop teasing me.”
“But teasing you is so fun milaya. Besides, I’m going to be teasing you in other ways in a little bit...” As if to demonstrate she shifted and raised one of her legs slightly, rubbing it between Chun Yan’s legs. Chun Yan gasped at the sudden pressure and friction, and without thinking about it she rocked her hips on her own, biting back a moan and clutching at Anya’s shoulders.
She heard Anya make a pleased sound in the back of her throat and felt her nip at her shoulder, but Chun Yan was too busy rocking against her leg to care, grinding down and trying to get more friction and heat and why was Anya still wearing pants and-
“Eager,” murmured Anya, running her cool fingers up Chun Yan’s spine until she reached the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with one hand, with deft ease. Chun Yan’s hips stilled in distraction as the fabric was slipped off her chest, exposing her breasts momentarily, only to be cupped by Anya’s hands a second later.
“So cute,” purred Anya, squeezing gently. “Have I ever told you that I like they way your breasts fit in my hands? It’s so-Ah, you’re blushing again!” She tweaked one one of Chun Yan’s nipples, making her gasp and squeeze her eyes shut. She knew she was blushing. She could feel that she was blushing.
But honestly, at the moment she was too aroused to really care.
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It certainly seemed to work, because the next moment she was pushed back onto the bed, Anya descending to nip at her neck.
“You should talk about teasing.” Anya practically growled against her throat, nipping and sucking intermittently between words. “You little minx.” With that she harshly sucked at a particularly sensitive area of Chun Yan’s throat, and Chun Yan was vaguely aware she was making little high-pitched gasping noises, but she couldn’t really control it, so she just clung the larger girl’s shoulders as she let her mark her. (In the past she had always protested to Anya giving her hickeys, but now it felt different, and maybe it was just the adrenaline making it feel good but she couldn’t really be bothered to figure it out because now Anya was rolling one of her nipples between her fingers and-)
Anya broke away from her neck and pressed a quick kiss to the reddened mark, giving Chun Yan a very pleased smirk before trailing kisses down once again. Chun Yan wanted to come up with a sharp retort to the self-satisfied smirk, but her mind was not quite quick enough at the moment, because by the time she opened her mouth to say something Anya’s mouth had reached her chest.
She moaned aloud as Anya began to lavish attention to her chest, and then she quickly bit her lip, trying to suppress the noise her girlfriend’s lips and tongue seemed to be eliciting from her. She had her mouth focused on one of Chun Yan’s nipples, a hand stimulating the other, and Chun Yan seemed to have lost track of where Anya’s other hand had gone, but Anya had started sucking so it was understandable really. And it turned up a second later of course, slipping under her skirt and teasingly rubbing against her inner thigh.
Chun Yan kept whimpering despite her attempts to quiet herself. She felt heated and overstimulated, and she wondered if Anya could feel the heat radiating off of her the way she thought it was.
Anya’s finger’s rubbed delicately at the edge of Anya’s panties, and she pulled her mouth away from her breast, looking up and meeting Chun Yan’s eyes.
“Can I?” she asked, rubbing again.
“I might hurt you if I don’t,” growled Chun Yan through gritted teeth, absolutely failing to sound intimidating, what with the way her voice quivered with lust.
Anya smiled and pushed herself back up into a sitting position, and Chun Yan was ready to go through with her threat if Anya decided to pull back completely, but then Anya’s long fingers were rubbing firmly against her panties and all was forgiven.
“Wow,” purred Anya as Chun Yan screwed her eyes shut and arched her back. “You’re so wet. You’ve soaked through. Naughty.”
Chun Yan moaned and squirmed against Anya’s hand. “Your... fault...” was all she was really able to get out.
“My fault?” How Anya managed to sound simultaneously deceptively innocent and breathily aroused was beyond Chun Yan. “That seems like a silly thing to say.”
With that Anya moved her hand up and slipped them into Chun Yan’s panties.
Chun Yan let out a gasp that devolved into a whine as Anya’s fingers brushed against the outer lips of her sex, not penetrating in any way, but simply feeling.
“Mmm,” hummed Anya. “You shave. I wouldn’t have guessed that.”
Immediately Chun Yan knew that if it weren’t for the fact that the hand in her underwear was taking up a good portion of her attention she would definitely pass out in embarrassment. “I- I like how it feels okay?”
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“You know! When I...” Chun Yan cleared her throat and squirmed, partly out of embarrassment and partly in an attempt to create more friction between her legs. “When I touch myself...”
Anya made a small, pleased sounding gasp. “I’ve never pictured you masturbating before!” She leaned over so there noses were touching, expression unmistakable. “Tell me about it Chun Yan, please? Tell me, when you touch yourself do you moan my name?” As she asked the question she rubbed a bit harder, her fingers just missing Chun Yan’s clitoris.
“I-ah! Yessss...” She squirmed again and closed her eyes, trying to block out the feel of Anya’s hungry gaze. “Please Anya, I-”
Another rub that just missed her clit and okay, Anya was definitely doing that on purpose. “Will you moan it for me now? I want to hear you milaya.”
Chun Yan gritted her teeth, reaching up and wrapping her hands in Anya’s long blonde hair, tugging lightly enough to where it wouldn’t hurt, but firmly enough to make the demand clear.
“Make me.”
Anya chuckled throatily, moving her free hand into Chun Yan’s own hair, pulling at a tie to release one of her twin buns, letting half of her dark hair fall free. “Oh I will make you milaya.” Her voice was low and almost hypnotic as she undid the other bun and ran her finger’s through her girlfriend’s now loose hair. “I will make you do more than that.”
Suddenly Anya’s fingers bore down and rubbed directly over her clitoris, and before she could control it a strangled moan came out of her mouth and her grip had tightened on Anya’s hair.
It was all suddenly so overwhelming, which didn’t really make since because she had touched herself before, but this was different, this was Anya; Anya’s fingers and Anya’s weight over her and Anya’s hair in her hands and Anya’s voice murmuring in her ear: “My name, Chun Yan, moan my name...”
It was all too much.
“Anya, Anya!” she moaned helplessly, her heels digging into the mattress as she bucked her hips against her girlfriend’s hand. “Oh, I’m close- I’m going to-”
“Yes,” hissed Anya, keeping up her rubbing. “I want to make you come Chun Yan. Please, I want to...”
It was all coming to a peak, building and building, and then suddenly Chun Yan felt her entire body tense as her climax hit her in waves, washing over her body as she made noses she never made when she touched herself.
And then it was over and Chun Yan realized her hands were wound so tightly in Anya’s hair that she just knew some of it had to have been pulled out.
“Oh,” she gasped as she untangled her hands, all to aware of how breathy and shaky her voice sounded. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s fine,” said Anya, though she winced a bit as Chun Yan’s hands left her head. But before Chun Yan could say anything else in apology Anya was pulling her hand away from her sex and holding it up, looking at the clear liquid dripping from her fingers.
And then she licked them.
“Mmm,” hummed Anya seductively, making a show of tasting her wet fingers, putting one wholly in her mouth and drawing it back out slowly before moving on to the next finger. “Ah, milaya,” she whispered between fingers. “You did say I get to use my mouth on you, yes?”
Despite having just orgasmed Chun Yan felt herself throb. “A-Already? But I haven’t even- I mean-”
Anya leaned down and interrupted Chun Yan with a firm kiss. When she pulled back she smiled, a brilliantly open and honest smile. “You will get to touch me. Believe me I want you to, quite badly really.” Chun Yan blushed and wanted to see (touchfeeltaste) just how much Anya wanted her, but the girl kept talking. “But you have to understand... The thought of doing this to you is what I think of when I touch myself at night.”
And Chun Yan could not argue with that.
Big update to make up for the wait. Hopefully I will be updating again soon.
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