\u201cWei Ying,\u201d says Lan Zhan\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n
Wei Ying looks up. Lan Zhan has her lips pursed, so close in the dim cabin. Wei Ying shouldn\u2019t have expected less, considering she\u2019d been so absorbed in her work that sometimes it takes multiple attempts for Lan Zhan to tug her out of that focus. Even then, Lan Zhan herself is usually a breathtaking sight, in her undercut and crisp blouses, soft sweaters and wire-frame glasses when she reads.<\/p>\n
It takes a moment for Wei Ying to register that Lan Zhan\u2019s saying her name again, dazed by the golden glint in Lan Zhan\u2019s eyes. \u201cWei Ying,\u201d Lan Zhan repeats.<\/p>\n
Wei Ying\u2019s thighs twitch. Her mouth is dry. \u201cWha?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are in heat,\u201d Lan Zhan states.<\/p>\n
She\u2014oh. She\u2019s right. Wei Ying hadn\u2019t noticed, with the way her cursor is still blinking on the black window of her laptop screen. The mild itch under her skin had made her energetic, more into the code, kind of like how caffeine does, sometimes. Except the itch is accompanied by the pool of heat in her belly, an aching emptiness in the lower half of her body, a slip of wetness into her underwear, an acute awareness of Lan Zhan\u2019s scent next to her, dark and smoky and overwhelming\u2014<\/p>\n
Lan Zhan pulls away. Her nose twitches; she must smell Wei Ying, sweet and warm. Wei Ying likes to think her smell fills Lan Zhan the way Lan Zhan\u2019s fills her, dragging out the saliva from the corners of her mouth, begging for a taste. She asked Lan Zhan what she smelled like before, after a hazy fuck when Lan Zhan was in her rut. Lan Zhan had said that she was sweeter than\u00a0yin er tang<\/em>, warmer than streetsold\u00a0youtiao<\/em>. The bottom of Wei Ying\u2019s spine tingles at the fact that she reminds Lan Zhan of home, of good food; and they\u2019re not anything, but sometimes, by the possessiveness in Lan Zhan\u2019s eyes after a fuck, after a knot, after a round, there might be the promise of something more there.<\/p>\n But it\u2019s always gone by the end of each cycle.<\/p>\n Admittedly, Wei Ying isn\u2019t the greatest at keeping track of her heats. But she should\u2019ve had a few days. Maybe a weekend. Maybe twenty-four hours. Hell, maybe even just twelve hours from now, if she and Lan Zhan weren\u2019t in the middle of a flight from LA to Beijing. As it is, she and her heat-slash-rut buddy are in the middle of a sixteen-hour flight for work and now her heat decides to spring upon her, which is just fucking\u00a0great<\/em>, and she would be more annoyed by it if the ache between her legs wasn\u2019t growing more and more noticeable.<\/p>\n And if another rush of slick didn\u2019t pulse out of her.<\/p>\n \u201cLan Zhan,\u201d she says, just wanting to say it. Just wanting to hear it, feel her lips make the shape of Lan Zhan\u2019s name. \u201cLan Zhan, I\u00a0am<\/em>\u00a0in heat, what\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n Lan Zhan closes Wei Ying\u2019s laptop lid. Wei Ying whines as Lan Zhan pulls out the laptop bag from the seat in front of her to slip it away, puts up the tray table, unbuckles her own seatbelt. Outside the sky is dark; Wei Ying has the window seat and likes to keep it a bit open so she knows what time of day it\u2019s supposed to be. The clouds are black and violet beneath the airplane wings, and Wei Ying feels the warmth beneath her skin, desperate to come out. Desperate to pull something in, to pull Lan Zhan in, into her hole, into her pussy,\u00a0anywhere<\/em>.<\/p>\n When Lan Zhan reaches into her lap, she thinks that Lan Zhan\u2019s just gonna touch her here, in the airplane seat, heedless of anything else. Her hips buck; but Lan Zhan merely undoes the buckle of her seatbelt, pushing it aside.<\/p>\n \u201cWe must take care of your heat,\u201d she says, getting up. She offers out her hand, and in a daze, Wei Ying takes it. \u201cYou cannot be around other alphas smelling like this.\u201d<\/p>\n Wei Ying whines again. She knows what that means, what she hears:\u00a0your omega scent reeks<\/em>\u00a0and\u00a0everyone knows what you are\u00a0<\/em>and\u00a0you\u2019re so desperate for it that you\u2019ll let any alpha take you<\/em>. Wei Ying doesn\u2019t\u2014doesn\u2019t really think of herself like that, but sometimes she gets so wet, so\u00a0open<\/em>\u00a0that when Lan Zhan says calls her a slut, accuses her of begging any alpha to fuck her, Wei Ying believes it. She could be slutty enough, smell slutty enough, so eager to take a knot that every alpha in her radius can smell it, even if they\u2019re not the one to fuck her. The alphas on the plane now must think so, must know how much Wei Ying wants it. More slick gushes out of her pussy. God, they must be wondering what a whore she is, off to get fucked in an airplane, who the lucky alpha is guiding her through the aisle, how handsome the alpha is, how maybe Wei Ying is the lucky one instead\u2014<\/p>\n They get to the front of the cabin, outside the restroom. The light is blue, unoccupied; Lan Zhan wrenches the door open, guides them inside. Wei Ying\u2019s panting a little, mouth too full and empty all at once to close, tongue hanging out. As soon as Lan Zhan closes the door, locks it, she spins Wei Ying around and bodily slams her into the door, kissing her.<\/p>\n Mouth hot, and wet, and Wei Ying is still thinking about all the other alphas out there. Even the betas, omegas, knowing that she\u2019d been taken to the bathroom to get fucked, to take care of her heat, like she\u2019s just a hole for Lan Zhan to fuck at a moment\u2019s notice, to breed, and\u2014and they don\u2019t really talk about that, really, except now Wei Ying\u2019s thinking about how much she wants Lan Zhan\u2019s seed, for Lan Zhan to put a baby in her, right here in the airplane bathroom.<\/p>\n She\u2019s scrabbling at Lan Zhan\u2019s back, against her arms as Lan Zhan palms her breasts, squeezing, pushing her up further against the door. She wants to hang off Lan Zhan\u2019s neck, body, waist, cock, held up nothing by Lan Zhan\u2019s insane arms that she works out at the gym for. \u201cLan Zhan,\u201d she gasps, mouth fluttering. \u201cLan Zhan, please.\u201d<\/p>\n Lan Zhan doesn\u2019t say anything, but she does break the kiss to pull down at Wei Ying\u2019s jeans and underwear. In one swift motion they\u2019re down to her thighs; two fingers immediately shove into Wei Ying\u2019s cunt.<\/p>\n Wei Ying cries and cries.<\/p>\n \u201cSoaking,\u201d Lan Zhan says casually, like she\u2019s making a mere observation. \u201cEven when we are in public, you are still so shameless.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPlease,\u201d Wei Ying says, and Lan Zhan curls her fingers.<\/p>\n Sobbing noises pour out of Wei Ying\u2019s throat. Lan Zhan rubs at her, long fingers twisting in her slowly.<\/p>\n \u201cYour scent is so strong already,\u201d she says. \u201cIt is stronger when you are in heat.\u201d<\/p>\n The muscles in Wei Ying\u2019s thighs jump, itching to both spread apart, to close. \u201cPlease, please,\u201d she begs more.<\/p>\n Lan Zhan pushes her up further with her two fingers. Wei Ying swears that she pushes off the floor with this, with the strength of Lan Zhan\u2019s wrist. \u201cEveryone on the airplane smells you here,\u201d Lan Zhan says, and Wei Ying believes it. \u201cKnows that you are in here, begging for my knot. Begging for me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, Lan Zhan, I do, I need it,\u201d Wei Ying babbles. \u201cI need Lan Zhan\u2019s knot, Lan Zhan\u2019s dick,\u00a0please<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHm.\u201d Another finger joins the two inside of her, and Lan Zhan really does push her up, to her tiptoes, off the ground. Wei Ying sobs at the pain-pleasure-pain; Lan Zhan\u2019s other hand lifts one of her thighs, winds that leg around Lan Zhan\u2019s waist. \u201cWould you like to beg louder? For everyone to hear?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2014\u201d Wei Ying\u2019s face is hot, eyes welling. Lan Zhan tightens her grip on the leg wrapped around her. Wei Ying trembles. \u201cI do, I do, Lan Zhan, I\u2019ll scream for you if you want, for your knot, anything\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSuch a sweet omega,\u201d Lan Zhan says. Her thumb grazes Wei Ying\u2019s clit, and Wei Ying leans into it, wants more of it. But more than that she wants Lan Zhan\u2019s cock, which she can feel against the leg she has dangling, though Lan Zhan\u2019s pressed trousers. \u201cPerhaps not tonight. Perhaps on a beach, where everyone can see you. Perhaps in a hotel, where your screams will travel to all the floors.\u201d<\/p>\n Wei Ying whines and pants, rutting against Lan Zhan\u2019s hand, hip pressing against her, needing more.<\/p>\n \u201cTonight, your sounds are all mine,\u201d Lan Zhan says, and takes her fingers out.<\/p>\n Undoes her trousers, grips onto her long flushed cock, and then\u2014and then it\u2019s in Wei Ying, filling her up so nicely, every inch of her body. Wei Ying goes slack and moans in gratefulness. Lan Zhan eats it all up, covers Wei Ying\u2019s mouth with hers, licking her sounds out as she hikes up Wei Ying\u2019s other leg so she\u2019s only held up by Lan Zhan, clenching onto her dick, back scraping against the door. Lan Zhan\u2019s huge huge cock is thick and hot inside her, so big like Wei Ying\u2019s almost forgotten it, even though she\u2019d taken it weeks ago, weeks ago when Lan Zhan was in her own rut and feral and animalistic.<\/p>\n Now it feels\u2014now it feels like Lan Zhan\u2019s doing her a favor, and she is, in the best way, warming her up from the inside, holding her by the knees, thighs, ass as Lan Zhan pounds into her. Wei Ying\u2019s legs dangle off her arms as Lan Zhan\u2019s big hands come around to her ass cheeks, spread them apart as she fucks into her deep, like she\u2019s reaching, reaching, trying to find both where Wei Ying\u2019s body begins and where it ends. Wei Ying feels like nothing in her hands, malleable and tight, a hole for Lan Zhan to fill, her huge cock stretching Wei Ying\u2019s pussy, her insides. God, she could fill Wei Ying everywhere, big tongue in Wei Ying\u2019s mouth, squeezing and kneading her ass, fingers inching toward her crack. The bathroom is tiny and overheated and now filled with their scent, inevitably leaking through the cracks of the doors, into the airplane, where everyone else can smell.<\/p>\n And still it\u2019s Lan Zhan driving into her body, every thrust into her a push against the plastic door, and Wei Ying can\u2019t fight it, just lets Lan Zhan hold her up and fuck her in the narrow room. Their thighs slap together; the picture they must make, Wei Ying\u2019s mouth open and face red and tongue dangling with drool, Lan Zhan breathing heavily in the space between their lips, pale as always but a flyaway piece of hair by her ear. Wei Ying brushes it back and Lan Zhan kisses her again, pulls Wei Ying\u2019s legs around her body, increasing the pace to be fast and rough and eager\u2014<\/p>\n It\u2019s so much, too much,\u00a0enough<\/em>, especially when the base of Lan Zhan\u2019s cock fattens, catching on her swollen entrance. Wei Ying trembles and throbs as Lan Zhan gets bigger, her dick, her\u00a0knot<\/em>\u00a0expanding inside Wei Ying. \u201cToo big, too big,\u201d Wei Ying gasps, but Lan Zhan says, \u201cYou can take it,\u201d and pushes it all in, squelching through Wei Ying\u2019s juices, nailing Wei Ying in place. Small high-pitched sounds fill the room, Wei Ying\u2019s high-pitched sounds as she gets lightheaded at the immenseness, of\u00a0so much<\/em>\u00a0of Lan Zhan. Of all of Lan Zhan, pinning her, keeping her as she slides her tongue into Wei Ying\u2019s open mouth, rutting in with her knotted cock and fucking her mouth in filthy licks.<\/p>\n Wei Ying\u2019s thighs are growing sore and her butt is getting numb but it\u2019s still nothing compared to Lan Zhan twitching, pushing inside of her. \u201cCome only on my knot,\u201d Lan Zhan commands in a low voice. \u201cDo it, sweetheart,\u201d and she bites on Wei Ying\u2019s lower lip, chin, collarbone, neck, so,\u00a0so<\/em>\u00a0close to her scent gland.<\/p>\n And Wei Ying doesn\u2019t know what else to do but obey, orgasm coursing through her like it\u2019s lighting up every end of her body, fireworks in her veins. She shakes and spills more slick around Lan Zhan\u2019s knot, clenching, and Lan Zhan grunts, buries her face in Wei Ying\u2019s neck and comes too.<\/p>\n It\u2019s dirty how her seed fills Wei Ying up, thick and wet and so deep that Wei Ying\u2019s belly feels warm with it. Wei Ying moans and clenches again as Lan Zhan groans against her shoulder, her long hair, mouthing at Wei Ying\u2019s neck, damp with saliva. Wei Ying takes it and takes Lan Zhan, the strain of her heat not quite fading, but not as overwhelming as before, either. Lan Zhan\u2019s cock twitches again, inside, knot wide in her cunt, plugging her up that even though Wei Ying never thought of herself as the type to have kids, she almost wants it, wants to have Lan Zhan\u2019s babies.<\/p>\n Lan Zhan\u2019s breaths get quieter as she comes down from her orgasm. Wei Ying pets her face, her cheek, tucks that stray piece of hair back once more. \u201cGege is so good to me,\u201d she says, and feels Lan Zhan\u2019s dick convulse inside her again.<\/p>\n Lan Zhan meets her eyes. \u201cMark your words,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n She pulls them back, keeping Wei Ying\u2019s legs around her torso. Wei Ying squeaks a little as Lan Zhan pushes the tiny toilet seat closed and sits them down, cock lodging into Wei Ying a bit deeper, which Wei Ying didn\u2019t even know was possible. \u201cSo full of gege,\u201d Wei Ying says, tightening around her.<\/p>\n Lan Zhan\u2019s eyes narrow. Her hand goes between Wei Ying\u2019s ass cheeks, where the tops of Wei Ying\u2019s jeans are digging into her plush thighs. Her fingers dip in between, run over her puckered rim\u2014Wei Ying squeaks again.<\/p>\n A smirk tugs at the corners of Lan Zhan\u2019s mouth. \u201cWei Ying enjoys teasing even when she gets what she wants,\u201d she says. Her palm comes down hard on Wei Ying\u2019s ass cheek; the slap echoes throughout the room. Wei Ying lets out a little\u00a0uh!<\/em>\u00a0\u201cWei Ying should be punished.\u201d<\/p>\n Wei Ying nods frantically, especially when Lan Zhan bites at her throat. Sucks a bruise there, all hard and teeth and possessive. \u201cYes, please,\u201d she mumbles. \u201cPlease, want to be punished.\u201d<\/p>\n Lan Zhan sighs. At the same time, Wei Ying can feel her knot shrinking, cock deflating, pulling out of Wei Ying\u2019s body. Wei Ying makes a small noise of complaint and tries to press her thighs together, or at least tries to, between being sprawled on Lan Zhan\u2019s lap, jeans constricted around her legs. She feels Lan Zhan\u2019s cum leaking out and doesn\u2019t want it to, wants to keep it in, inside her, a reminder.<\/p>\n There\u2019s a pressure pushing between her pussy lips\u2014Lan Zhan\u2019s fingers gathering the cum, pushing it back in. \u201cNot tonight,\u201d Lan Zhan says, as she fingers her seed back into Wei Ying. \u201cNot now. Unless you would like to stay here for the duration of the flight. Unless you would like me to put you across my lap back at our seats, where everyone can see.\u201d<\/p>\n Wei Ying mewls at the idea, hips jolting as Lan Zhan puts her cum back inside her. Where it belongs. \u201cAnything Lan Zhan wants,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n \u201cHm,\u201d Lan Zhan says, and pulls her fingers out. Squeezes her closed, smacks her clit. Wei Ying jolts, yelps. \u201cI would like to keep you for myself, for now. I do not want to show everyone how pretty you are just yet.\u201d<\/p>\n Wei Ying keens; but then Lan Zhan is sliding her off her lap. Wei Ying goes down on her knees almost immediately, legs like jelly on the wooden floor.<\/p>\n Lan Zhan huffs in amusement, closing her trousers then pulling Wei Ying back up by her arms. \u201cI cannot carry you,\u201d she says. \u201cStand up.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut.\u201d Wei Ying pouts. \u201cWant your knot again, Lan Zhan, what\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know, baby,\u201d Lan Zhan says, and the pet names aren\u2019t new, ever, but always make Wei Ying want to curl up into Lan Zhan\u2019s body, rub her cheek, her face, her scent all over her. \u201cBut we must go back to our seats. Other people must be waiting to use the toilet.\u201d<\/p>\n Other people<\/em>\u2014who must\u2019ve smelled, heard Wei Ying pleading for Lan Zhan\u2019s knot, wet and hungry for it. The reminder almost drives Wei Ying into that lust again, but then Lan Zhan yanking her jeans closed, gripping her arm firmly, and the unlocking of the door makes the heat recede a bit, for now. The knowledge that she has Lan Zhan\u2019s come inside her, warm and plentiful from her knot, makes Wei Ying a bit cozier with it as Lan Zhan drags them out of the bathroom.<\/p>\n She feels like all eyes are on her from getting so fucked out. Preens, pulsing wet into her underwear.<\/p>\n Lan Zhan looks back at her. The gold in her eyes glints in the low airplane light. Still, she says, \u201cWei Ying. Later.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLater,\u201d Wei Ying agrees. Her chest is light and happy with Lan Zhan\u2019s hand around her wrist so tightly. Lan Zhan leads them back to their seats, Wei Ying in first, then settling in next to her.<\/p>\n The itch, of course, is not gone, but ease settles into Wei Ying\u2019s bones. She takes her laptop back out, and as she does so, chances a glimpse across the aisle.<\/p>\n The couple sitting there is staring at them, scandalized.<\/p>\n Wei Ying waves and mouths, \u201cHi.\u201d<\/p>\n She pulls her computer into her lap, leaning into Lan Zhan\u2019s side, basking in her scent.<\/p>\n –<\/p>\n By the end of the flight, the plane reeks of them, passengers avoiding their eyes as they walk out into the terminal. To be fair, they had fucked in every bathroom instead of only using the same one. Lan Zhan had said, between the shallow thrusts, that they were being thoughtful by doing so. 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