Hetalia kink meme part 21
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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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Anon I don't even like RoChu but holy actual crap this is amazing and awesome and hot and askjdhaksdh.
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“You’re so beautiful,” sighed Anya contentedly, stroking Chun Yan’s face and kissing her again before ghosting down with her mouth and hands until she reached her stomach, resting her hands on the girl’s thin hips and placing soft kisses at the base of her stomach.
“I can’t believe how good touching you feels,” she murmured, voice heavy with pleasure. “I could do this forever milaya.”
Another kiss and a small nip at the tender flesh and Chun Yan wanted to respond but the only thing that really came out of her mouth was “Nnnn...”
Anya chuckled against the soft flesh of her stomach, and then gently guided Chun Yan to lift her hips, reaching behind her to unzip and remove her pleated skirt.
And suddenly Chun Yan was very aware that a thin layer of cotton was the only thing keeping her from being totally exposed to her girlfriend, which really shouldn’t be bothering her this far in, but this was still new after all...
However, she barely had time to fully process this line of thought, before Anya pulled back and hooked her fingers in the elastic hem of her underwear, catching her eyes questioningly. Chun Yan swallowed, nodded, and squeezed her eyes closed as the garment was slipped off of her.
She heard a small intake of breath from above her, and could almost feel Anya’s eyes on her body.
“You’re staring” she muttered, keeping her eyes screwed firmly shut.
“I am.” Anya’s voice was breathy, and one of her hands was stroking Chun Yan’s hipbone softly. “Do you not want me to?”
“I-I don’t mind that much. It’s just kind of embarrassing.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. Your body is beautiful.” More stroking at her hip. “Open your eyes?”
Chun Yan did. And god when she did.
Anya was looking at her, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown wide with arousal, a light flush over her pale skin.
“You’re the beautiful one,” whispered Chun Yan. “You’re gorgeous and sexy and I can’t believe-”
“Such sweet words,” interrupted Anya, unable to keep the pleased smile from her face. “Trying to flatter me are you?
Chun Yan was vaguely aware that she was trembling, most likely out of anticipation or desire or something of the like, but she did her best to ignore it. “Its not flattery if it’s true.”
Anya chuckled, leaning down to quickly kiss her lips, before leaning back up and guiding her knees up and apart slightly.
“Are you ready?” she asked almost in a whisper, kissing Chun Yan’s knee.
“I am.”
Anya kissed her knee again, then hesitated. “...Promise you won’t be too disappointed if I’m not very good at first?”
Chun Yan bit back a groan at the frustration of having to wait more. “Anya, there is pretty much no possible way you could disappoint me by doing this.”
“But I’ve never done this before.” Once again that vulnerable sound had returned to Anya’s voice, and it reminded Chun Yan that, for all her natural dominance, this was just as new to her girlfriend as it was to her. “What if I’m not-”
“I’ve never done this either,” interrupted Chun Yan. “But... It’s you. I’m excited because it’s you so... You can’t disappoint me.”
Anya didn’t respond for a second, her face still pressed against her girlfriend’s knee. Chun Yan felt her smile against her skin.
“And you said you aren’t good at communicating.” She nipped at the flesh of Chun Yan’s thigh playfully, making her gasp.
Chun Yan squirmed. “If I’m such a good communicator what do I have to say to make you stop teasing me?”
“You’d have to stop reacting so cutely when I do. And I think we both now that’s impossible, so...” Anya trailed off, running her lips down the soft flesh of Chun Yan’s inner thigh, just barely keeping contact.
Chun Yan didn’t bother to argue, because anything she could have said would have turned into that whimpering noise she ended up making, which was probably just proving Anya’s point.
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Unable to stop her panting, Chun Yan gripped onto the sheets as the warm puffs of Anya’s breath teased over her sensitive flesh. She wanted to give into her baser instincts, to grab Anya’s hair and push her to wear she wanted to go, but no, she had learned her lesson. Apparently she could not control how hard she gripped, and she did not want to accidentally hurt her again. So she tried to be as patient as she could, tried to keep her hands and hips still as Anya teased her with lips and teeth.
It seemed Anya was not oblivious to her need though, because after she finished marking her and pressing soothing kisses over the reddened area she turned her head and very purposefully blew a particularly strong breath of air over her wet sex. The noise Chun Yan made was incredibly undignified, a high pitched utterance that was somewhere between a squeak and a yelp, and it made Anya chuckle.
“So you’re pretty sensitive, huh milaya? You’re this excited already...” Another puff of air and Chun Yan couldn’t help but squirm. “I mean, you’re so wet. I can smell how wet you are. Do you know how hot that is?”
“Anya,” whimpered Chun Yan. “Anya, please-”
“Shh.” Anya wrapped her hands around Chun Yan’s hips, squeezing slightly. “Just relax.”
Chun Yan just whimpered. How on earth could Anya expect her to relax when she was this horny and this close and Anya was still teasing her.
“Just relax,” purred Anya again. “Just relax and tell me what you want, and then I’ll give it to you.”
“You are such a bitch,” muttered Chun Yan, but she lacked conviction and Anya just giggled so then she reached down and put her hands over Anya’s. “Anya please, just... touch me again?”
Anya caught Chun Yan’s gaze with her own and smiled up at her.
“You know,” she said, rubbing her thumbs over Chun Yan’s hips. “I’m also excited because it’s you.”
And then Anya abruptly pressed her mouth to the lips of Chun Yan’s cunt, making her throw her head back and squeeze her eyes shut.
Anya’s tongue was warm and wet, and the sensation of it against her was unlike anything else she had experienced. Earlier she had been able to at least somewhat control the volume of her voice, but she was having trouble doing that as Anya’s tongue lapped up and down, running up over her clitoris then back down and teasing her entrance...
And it certainly seemed like Anya was enjoying herself because Chun Yan could feel the small, hungry moans she was making in the back of her throat. It was so sexy, all of it, and after just a little bit Chun Yan already felt herself getting close.
And then Anya’s tongue slipped inside of her.
Chun Yan’s hands, which had been gripping her bed sheets far harder than she had intended, instantly flew up to cover her mouth, successfully muffling the cry she let slip out of her mouth. (God she did not want her siblings hearing this, but she also really didn’t need to be thinking about them when her girlfriend’s head was between her legs-)
If Anya noticed it did not distract her at all, because the only way she seemed to react at all was to squeeze lightly at Chun Yan’s hips, where her hands still rested. She did not pause as she pushed her tongue in a bit deeper, before she pulled back and ran her it back up to circle Chun Yan’s clit.
Chun Yan’s cries were muffled but they almost sounded like sobs, the new pleasure overwhelming her. Her hips strained, trying to buck instinctively, but held down by Anya. She was alternating now between pressing inside her and teasing her clitoris, and all of it had Chun Yan close and throbbing, ready to be pushed over the edge.
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And Chun Yan was lost.
She came hard, even harder than before, biting on her own hand in an attempt to muffle the (embarrassingly high-pitched) cry she made, back arching in pleasure.
Once her climax was done washing over her for a second time she slumped, hands falling away from her mouth, feeling satiated and oddly boneless, letting her eyes close as Anya continued to run her tongue over her until she had almost completely stopped trembling from the aftershocks. Then she pulled away and Chun Yan felt the other girl crawling up so she was once again on her hands and knees above her, not wasting any time with showering Chun Yan’s cheeks with playful kisses.
Chun Yan giggled, squirming slightly and pushing Anya’s face away and opening her eyes. “Stop,” she chuckled. “You face is sticky.”
“And who’s fault is that?” Anya was smiling above her, blonde hair disheveled. Chun Yan could only imagine what her hair looked like. She didn’t dwell on it though; instead she just smiled and wrapped her arms around Anya’s shoulders, pulling her down for a kiss.
“You’re amazing,” she sighed once they broke their kiss.”I can’t believe you were worried about disappointing me.”
“I cheated,” muttered Anya, nuzzling Chun Yan’s neck. “I knew you’d be extra sensitive if I made you come once first. More room for error that way.”
“You’re a good strategist then. Still amazing.” She shifted to slip one of her knees between Anya’s legs, then frowned. “You’re wearing way too many clothes right now by the way. It’s kind of a mood killer.”
“Oh no!” Anya gasped in a clearly dramatized fashion, pulling away from Chun Yan’s neck to make a faux shocked expression. “Well we must fix this, mustn't we?”
Then she leaned forward so their noses were brushing, and whispered, “Since I got to undress you, do you want to undress me?”
Chun Yan smiled and ran her hand down Anya’s shoulder blades, stopping when she brushed along the edge of her bra. “That depends. Do I get to tease you endlessly too?”
“If you want. But, ah, something tells me you aren’t that patient milaya.”
Chun Yan frowned in mock seriousness. “I’m plenty patient. You just don’t get to the point.”
“Oh I got to the point. My face is still sticky as proof.”
Chun Yan could not stop from laughing a little. “You’re incorrigible. Do you want me to get you off or not?”
Anya laughed, but also rocked slightly against the knee that Chun Yan had positioned between her legs.
“Desperately.”
Chun Yan shuddered a bit, but grinned. “Let’s get to that then.” Then she leaned up to kiss Anya again while she fumbled across Anya’s back, soon finding the clasp of her bra, managing to unhook it relatively quickly, if not as gracefully as Anya had done hers.
They broke apart briefly, Anya sitting up and slipping the lacy material off her chest and tossing it to this size, exposing her full breasts. The next instant they were pressed together again, Anya groaning into Chun Yan’s mouth as the smaller girl cupped her breasts.
And this, Chun Yan thought, was just as wonderful as being touched, and she could see why her girlfriend seemed to revel in it so much. It was exhilarating, arousing, to touch Anya and make her moan, and to savor the knowledge that this was because of me; I’m touching her, I’m pleasing her, she’s thinking about me. She wanted to please her more, make her come, to feel her soft skin all over, and make sure she knew that she was beautiful and that she was...
“We need to take off your pants,” panted Chun Yan as she broke their kiss. “I want to feel you more.”
This just keeps getting longer and longer... But I will probably finish next update? Oh and I have a lot more time to write this so hopefully it will speed up.
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