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More often than not, Wei Wuxian finds herself surprised by the way teachers act when there are no kids around, only countless bottles of beer and empty drinks.
Of course, she’s not innocent when it comes to breaking free from the (very necessary) pose that comes with tutoring duties. Despite being a laid back teacher, very beloved by her mob of assigned moody teenagers, Wei Wuxian out-does herself when there’s no one under the age of eighteen around. She swears like a sailor, flirts like a sailor and sways around like— well, you guessed it.
But she wouldn’t have expected the same from her co-workers.
The happy-hour had started out as just a casual outing at a nice bar to celebrate Lan Xichen’s birthday, everyone seeming very civilized until the most conservatives teachers started to leave and the ones with alcohol-fueled vigor remained.
A few colleagues were dancing to the live music being played, almost falling over other people’s tables in their excitement. A girl from another table tried to seduce Jiang Cheng by suggestively sucking the popsicle that came with her drink — uselessly, because Jiang Cheng couldn’t be more oblivious to her advances. Nie Huaisang was crying his heart’s contents about the beauty of art to a very empathetic MianMian. Even Lan Wangji was somehow involved in this mess.
Well, she was passed out on the table after a single shot, but Wei Wuxian was sure it counted as being part of their ruckus.
Wei Wuxian had seen more chaotic situations, especially in her college days. But this was different — it was amusing to know that all of these people around her were highly recommended tutors from the best private high school in town. And it only took a few drinks to turn every single one of them into wild clowns. Amusing.
“Is she really alright?” Wei Wuxian asked Lan Xichen a third time into the night, as she poked Lan Wangji to no avail.
Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji were an inseparable duo, and a very talented one to say the least. It’s not that the siblings wanted to live under each other’s shadows forever, far from that, but it seemed that they would shine even brighter when working together. Lan Xichen was an outstanding literature teacher, and Lan Wangji’s grammar prowess was flawless.
Their work was so compatible that Jin Guangyao, the principal, allowed them to have monthly joint lectures, where they would work in tandem to expand the student’s knowledge in the art and the rules of the language.
Even Wei Wuxian, who had complicated feelings towards Wangji as a colleague, had to admit that she was the best professional she had ever had the honor to work with.
But now, Lan Wangji was passed out, face first onto the table after a single shot of gin.
“She’ll be fine”, Lan Xichen says with a kind smile. “It’s just that she doesn’t really drink that much.”
“Then why did she snatch the drink out of my hand? Your sister is a little weird, ge!”
“You’re weirder.” Jiang Cheng adds to the conversation, despite not being part of it in the first place.
Just like Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen, Wei Wuxian had her brother as a coworker as well, teaching a subject that’s close to hers. But while the Lan siblings seemed to work in civilized, mature harmony, her and Jiang Cheng were… an amusing duo, to say the least. They could deliver the best integrated lectures of physics and chemistry the world has ever seen, if they were able to work together for 5 minutes without turning into inarticulate brutes.
“Fuck off.” A bit inebriated (but still sober compared to her companions) Wei Wuxian gets up and announces to Jiang Cheng in a very solemn voice: “I’m going to take a piss!”. The brother grumbled something about the unnecessary over exposition, but she was long gone before he could finish his sentence.
The trip to the restroom is enlightening, as Wei Wuxian realized she’s more drunk than she had assessed before; not shit-faced, but a bit more prone to stumbling on her feet and taking bad decisions.
And a bad decision is just waiting for her on the hall outside the restroom.
“Lan Zhan! You’re awake!” she exclaims upon seeing Lan Wangji with her back against the wall, arms crossed, expressionless as always. But Wei Wuxian notices the little flexing of her fingers when called by her family nickname. Wuxian always does her best to tease her: getting any response from the stone-faced Lan Wangji is usually the biggest achievement of her day.
Right now, Lan Wangji looks no different from usual, except for her red ears and the red mark on her forehead, from where it was pressed against the table for so long.
“Lan Zhan, did you follow me here to take me like the little freak I know you are?” Wei Wuxian teases. Lan Wangji is no stranger to this kind of joke — whenever they cross paths in the parking lo, Wei Wuxian teases her, saying she’s probably freaky when no one is around, or that she’s hiding an outrageous secret from everyone.
Lan Wangji never laughed at such jokes, not even a light press of lips. But it was fun to tease either way, so Wei Wuxian never stopped. (What she wouldn’t admit is that she had always expected Wangji to finally give in, be mad or be amused at her, to laugh or scowl, whatever came first).
Except that now, for the first time, Lan Wangji actually responds — face as immutable as a stone, but quiet voice heavy with expectation.
“Do you want me to?”
“What?”
“Do you want me to take you, Wei Ying?”
“...” Wei Wuxian chuckles awkwardly, “Lan Wangji, you really must be drunk!”
“Say yes or no.”
“...Yes”
In the second it takes for Wei Wuxian to process the situation, she’s being pressed against the wall, soft lips against hers, calloused fingers from calligraphy practice holding her waist in place.
Her brain first processes how much she’s enjoying the suckling of her lips, and only then she finally comes to think that the person pushing her back against the wall is— dear god, it’s Lan Wangji.
“ Whatthefuck ” she gasps as a hand grabs her breast. She can’t help but place her hand over Wangji’s, applying even more pressure into the grip. When Wangji’s tongue enters her mouth, Wei Wuxian loses all her capacity of forming cohesive thoughts.
She feels warm all over, feverish and desperate. Her lips sting from the pulling and biting, but in a very pleasurable way. The hand on her waist now travels down her hips, grabbing her butt and squeezing her hard enough to earn a pathetic moan.
The person groping her, pulling one of her legs up to circle her waist… It cannot possibly be Lan Wangji, not the rule-abiding, uptight, honorable Lan Wangji she knows.
But when Wei Wuxian pulls back and opens her eyes, what she finds is Lan Wangji’s stoic golden irises staring back.
“Why— why this all of a sudden?” Wei Wuxian blurts out, realizing only now that she’s breathless and a little dizzy.
“Not sudden”, is all Lan Wangji answers before leaning onto Wuxian’s space, nuzzling her neck, biting and sucking the salt off her skin.
Lan Wangji grinds her hips against Wei Wuxian’s and, to the latter’s horror, she grinds hers back. Her body claims for more, every inch of skin set aflame from their passionate exchange.
And that’s when she decides to pull away abruptly.
Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but feel self-aware — she wasn’t usually shy, and it wouldn’t be her first time making out with someone out in public. It was, however, her first time making out with Lan Wangji in public, of all people in the world. So she looks around and, to her shock, it is Jiang Cheng her eyes find, watching the two of them with a horrified look in his face. Despite her thick face, the woman reacts instantly by shoving Lan Wangji away and trying to put herself together, even if uselessly.
“Jiang Cheng! You—! I—! Just… save your jiejie some face, please?” she laughs nervously, one chuckle too close from breaking into tears.
Jiang Cheng looked like he wanted to say something — a lot of things, actually. He even opened his mouth a couple of times, gathering breath, but in the end, he resolved to only turn around and go back to their table.
Wei Wuxian almost followed him to explain the situation, but explain what? It wasn’t as if she had any better grasp of what was going on.
So she turned back to Lan Wangji, who was staring at her with a blank expression.
“We shouldn’t— god, Lan Zhan, I’m so sorry, haha” Wei Wuxian continues with the anxious laughing. There is no humor in her expression, and Lan Wangji sees through it.
“Sorry for what?”
“I’m— you know!”
“No, I don’t” Lan Wangji answers candidly.
“Lan Zhan, come on. You’ve heard the rumors about me.”
“Hm. I don’t care for rumors.”
“What if they are true?”
Lan Wangji shakes her head, and says very surely: “Don’t care.”
The situation is exasperating to Wei Wuxian. “Well, you should. We were lucky it was Jiang Cheng who found us, but if it was someone else, your reputation—”
“Wei Ying”, Lan Wangji calls firmly, but calm, “I don’t care.”
This shocks Wei Wuxian way more than the previous behavior Lan Wangji exhibited. Not only was the Lan teacher such a proper person, she also gave the impression that her grievances against Wei Wuxian were rooted in the rumors about her previous life.
Wei Wuxian never really cared. She was a teenage mother, having A-Yuan a few weeks after graduating from high school, which was already frowned upon way too often. A widow, at that, despite the fact that she was never really married, because Wen Ning died before she even knew herself to be pregnant. They weren’t even dating, for God’s sake — just helping each other explore their sexualities.
This in itself was enough to make people judge her character under a different light.
So all types of rumors always orbited around her, ones she wouldn’t care about if they weren’t so mean spirited, always aiming to bring her down.
No matter what, Wei Wuxian was still at the weakest side of the tug of war.
She just never thought that Lan Wangji would take a stand by her side and not against her.
“I’ll be in the restroom.” Lan Wangji announced, like it was an invitation.
Wei Wuxian was left alone, gathering her thoughts. What had just happened was… unexpected. She didn’t have any particular feelings for Lan Wangji (not that she was aware of, but Wei Wuxian tends to be a little dense more often than not).
Yet, now the thought of Lan Wangji made her hot and bothered, heavily affected. Something very youthful, reminiscing of her teenage years, tickled her. It had been a while since she last felt that way, her early-thirties making a pretty good job of subsiding the insane drive she had in her twenties. But now it was like she was set on fire, body trembling and nerves flaring up as the feelings elicited by Lan Wangji’s hands remained.
Lan Wangji who was currently waiting for her in the restroom to…
“Fuck” she sighs. Wei Wuxian’s feet are faster than her mind, and before she can get a grip of herself, she’s in the restroom, staring at Lan Wangji through the mirror above the sink. The place is better lit than the rest of the bar, but there’s a particular atmosphere to it. The soft, warm lights cast shadows over Lan Wangji’s eyes, deepening the darkness of her gaze.
She’s hunched over the sink, posture almost defeated, before she sees Wei Wuxian’s reflection, and her golden eyes light up.
They stare at each other for a while without moving, not a single word goes past their lips. Someone else enters the restroom, too drunk to read the atmosphere, and goes straight to an empty stall.
They’re in public, Wei Wuxian reminds herself. This is real life. Anyone could walk in, and even if Lan Wangji said she didn’t care, Wei Wuxian never wanted for someone else’s name to get dragged through the mud because of her.
Yet, this is not enough reasoning to stop her from walking up to Lan Wangji.
“Lan Zhan. Take responsibility for your effect on me.”
She watches as Lan Wangji’s eyes narrow for a second, before the short-haired woman turns around, grabbing her face and waist, kissing her viciously. The girl who had entered the restroom now leaves her stall and stares, judgmental, as the two of them stumble their way into the closest vacant stall, never breaking their kiss.
Wei Wuxian is pressed against the door as soon as it closes, Wangji’s hands making their way under her loose blouse to caress the soft, warm skin there. She sighs with the touch, suddenly so sensitive that it feels scary. Lan Wangji’s fingers slip under her padless bra, lifting them up for better access.
The noises are hard to contain, but Wei Wuxian tries her best when Wangji buries her face between her breasts, licking a nipple then the other. And as if that wasn’t enough, Lan Wangji takes a hand under Wei Wuxian’s skirt to caress her crotch, pressing against her folds and rubbing her clit over the fabric of her panties.
“Fuck, Lan Zhan”, she gasps, biting her own lips red to keep herself from announcing to the entire bar that they’re fucking in the stalls, and that it feels damn good .
“Didn’t you tell me to take responsibility ?”, Lan Wangji groans in Wei Wuxian’s ear, before getting to her knees and lifting the other woman’s skirt.
Wei Wuxian had briefly presumed Lan Wangjij to be cruel in sexual matters — as per her experience, someone that strict in their daily life would either turn out to be very dominant or very submissive. Too intense in sex, either way.
But she couldn’t have predicted the effect of Lan Wangji’s cruelty on her.
Lan Wangji is on her knees, slotted between her legs, but spends minutes — hours — teasing the inside of Wei Wuxian’s thighs instead of pulling down her panties and eating her out like Wei Wuxian wants her to. Too cruel, indeed.
“Lan Zhan, please!” she whines, and Lan Wangji acts like she didn’t hear a thing. To tease, she nudges Wei Wuxian’s inner thigh, nose rubbing lightly against her clit, and blunt teeth lightly scrape over the clothed area. It’s pathetic how Wei Wuxian moans out loud, the hand over her mouth not being enough to muffle her noises. “You’re such a meanie, Lan Wangji. Won’t you take pity on me? Huh? You said you wanted to take me, so what’s taking so long?”
Wangji seems very unaffected by Wei Wuxian’s endless mumbling. Still, when she slides Wuxian’s panties off, the piece of clothing is stuffed into the other’s mouth to shut her. There are still some annoyed noises and muffled attempts at talking, but even though she could do it, she doesn’t push the crumpled panties off her mouth, submitting to Lan Zhan’s desires.
To Wangji, this paints such a beautiful picture, she wishes in the deepest of her heart to make it last forever.
But Wei Wuxian is growing impatient and, honestly, so is she.
So Lan Wangji promptly slides her tongue into Wei Wuxian’s folds, earning herself a loud moan. She could stop and make a comment, but the taste of Wei Wuxian’s slick is overbearing.
Gold is the only thing that comes to Lan Wangji’s mind — Wei Wuxian tastes like gold.
So she feasts, tongue sliding through the sweet folds, flicking the sensitive skin of her clit. Her eyes are closed, and no sound reaches her ears but the panting and moaning of Wei Wuxian. All of Lan Wangji’s senses are attuned to Wuxian’s reactions, and it’s like they were made for this — like she was made for Wei Wuxian.
“You’re so good at this, what the fuck” Wei Wuxian pants, startling Lan Wangji. The panties used to shut her up are now in her hand.
“Stay quiet”, she admonishes.
“But you’re so good, Lan Zhan. I thought you were a virgin. Or just, like— ahhh, hm — terrible at this stuff.”
This hurts Lan Wangji’s pride, but not enough to make her falter on her rhythm. If anything, she starts moving her head back and forth, tongue taut against Wuxian’s sensitive clit, until Wei Wuxian starts squirming in place.
And then Lan Wangji slips a finger into her pussy, making a high-pitched whine echo through the stall.
The walls around Wangji’s finger are burning hot, but instead of retracting, she inserts another one. What she finds upon looking upwards is a very pleasure-ridden Wei Wuxian, with her back arched from the wall, mouth half open and eyes closed. Lan Wangji drinks this image as eagerly as she laps the slick running from Wei Wuxian.
It takes a few moments for Wei Wuxian to cum, but when she does, it’s chaotic and sweet, just as Lan Wangji always used to forbid herself from imagining. She pants and gasps loudly, so much so that it would be less conspicuous to just moan and cry out.
But Wangji would never complain about her sounds — the wet sound of her fingers coming in and out of Wei Wuxian’s pussy were even louder, anyway.
She allows Wei Ying fuck her face, her hand caressing the thigh on her shoulder in an attempt to sooth her.
What she doesn’t expect is for Wei Wuxian to start laughing, so she startles, looking up expectantly.
“The people outside are complaining about our indecency”, Wei Ying explains, retreating her leg from Lan Zhan’s shoulder.
“Don’t care”, she answers, still on her knees between Wei Wuxian’s legs.
“Who would’ve thought that the Miss Lan “White-Jade” Wangji is so nasty.”
“There’s more to find out about me”, Wangji states while getting up, staring at Wuxian’s face through low lashes.
“I would love to”, Wei Wuxian pulls her close by her white sweater, kissing her instantly. Her taste still lingers on Lan Wangji’s lips, and she loves it to death. It’s a testament to their desire, a reminder that this is not some kind of illusion.
She still feels impossibly wet, even more somehow. The panties she was holding are forgotten on the floor somewhere.
But responsibility, despite not being her forte, is still a strong trait to Wei Wuxian. And at this point people might be wondering where they are. “But not here.”
Lan Wangji only observes her for a while, before answering.
“However you wish.”
Instead of running outside to get a cab and head to Wangji’s apartment, though, they go back to the table. Wei Wuxian looks as presentable as a person just fucked out in a public restroom can look. She can’t help but notice how wide-eyed Lan Xichen is when she sits down next to Wangji, which might be an indicator that she’s not that presentable after all.
But if the older Lan is subtle in his embarrassment, Jiang Cheng is the exact opposite. He casts his eyes down, then furrows his eyebrows to the unexpected pair, and his ears turn impossibly red in the low lighting of the bar.
“What were you two doing up there that got A-Cheng terrorized out of his mind when he came back from the restroom?” Nie Huaisang asks with no concern for discretion. The rest of the table only perks up to hear a response.
Wei Wuxian clears her throat, and it takes her two long seconds to realize Lan Wangji is not going to be the one lying to save their faces. “Hm, well, I got an issue with my outfit and Lan Zhan just lent me a helping hand. Nothing more”
“What about this hickey on your neck?” Someone else asks; Wei Wuxian turns pale instantly, hands covering her skin despite not being sure of where said hickey might be. It’s only after people start laughing again that she realizes it was a trap.
The chemistry teacher looks around shocked, even more so when her eyes searched for Lan Zhan’s support and found her with the slightest hint of a smirk in her lips. There was no defending herself there, especially if Lan Wangji wasn’t concerned about it too.
“I think I need to drink a little more” Wei Wuxian announces, attempting to escape the subject.
With enough half-answers, she manages just fine to change the spotlight to something other than herself. And in her drunken mind, the fact that she had just been fucked by her stern and aloof co-worker was starting to slip away. This until she got up to reach for a sip of someone else’s drink across the table, and a warm — familiar — hand sneaked up her thighs, making its way into the still wet folds of her pussy. Everything, including the fact that she had left her panties behind, came to clarity.
But Lan Wangji’s touch was so addicting, she could do nothing but wiggle her hips, reacting to the gentle yet seductive caress of the other’s fingers. Lucky for them, it was dark, and their place at the end of the table made it so no one could really see it unless they looked directly at it. But Wei Wuxian had the impression that Lan Wangji wouldn’t hold back from performing such a perverted act somewhere people could see them. This made her even wetter on Lan Wangji’s fingers.
“Stop this or take me home right now. Unless you wanna fuck me up on this table” she growls on Lan Zhan’s ear when she sits back down.
“I could do that. Everyone would watch you get completely ruined by me” Lan Wangji replies, expression as serious as if she was discussing work-related issues. Wei Wuxian feels like there’s a waterfall between her legs.
Despite her non-conclusive reply, Lan Zhan calls a cab and very quietly says goodbye to her brother, that’s crying to the love songs the live band is playing. Lan Wangji isn’t really sure if he heard her, and, if he did, she doesn’t know if he actually processed the information, but that didn’t really matter.
She only gathered her stuff and walked outside with Wei Wuxian to wait for the cab to arrive.
In the eight minutes it took for their ride to get there, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian spent making out against a car and grinding against each other so hard the alarm went off. Thankfully, their cab came just in time to save them from meeting with its angry owner.
The ride to Wangji’s place was weirdly sobering. Maybe it was the wind blowing on her face from the window, or the lack of throbbing lights and ambient music. But Wei Wuxian felt calmer.
This until Lan Wangji started sneakily touching her.
It started with a hand slipping under her shirt, her bra, cold fingers pinching her nipples. Wei Wuxian felt too aware of the small gasp she let out, afraid it would alert the cab driver. But her wide-eyed stare at Lan Wangji’s impassive face did nothing but reignite her drunken desire.
Wei Wuxian had assumed that “thrill” was something she had left behind in her twenties. Nothing could be surprising or exciting once you spent years of your life trying to retrieve the adventures pregnancy had denied her. So Wei Wuxian thought her 30’s would be reserved to living a rather bland life, with a few good and not-so-great dates, but nothing ever breathtaking.
She was so wrong. Despite the appearance, Lan Wangji was nothing but bland. Thankfully, Wei Wuxian discovered it the best way possible — squirming in the back of a cab with two fingers inside her cunt and a thumb stroking her clit.
Having an orgasm from this would be impossible, and the two were aware of that. Lan Wangji just wanted to keep her fire alight, and it worked just fine.
“Don’t make a sound”, Lan Wangji suddenly whispered in her ear. Wei Wuxian was confused for a second, until she felt a firm bite on her neck. But she was obedient, and tried to make her breathing even, while her hand squeezed Lan Wangji’s thigh in response.
The bite wouldn’t bruise, and if it did, it would be really lightly. But Wei Wuxian still imagined herself covering her neck with make-up to avoid questions from A-Yuan; she chuckled at the thought, because he was the one approaching the age when you do stuff like hiding hickeys, not 34 Years Old Wei Wuxian.
“What’s so funny?” Lan Wangji asks.
“Nothing. Y’know, if you were to ask who would be the most… proactive out of the two of us, no one would say it’s the respectable Miss Lan.”
“Appearance deceives.”
“I can tell.”
There’s the tiniest perk on the corner of Lan Wangji’s lips. Wei Wuxian realizes she has seen Lan Wangji smile more in that night than she had ever seen before since they started working together.
“Lan Zhan, am I the first girl you bring here?” Wei Wuxian teases once they get to Wangji’s apartment, crawling her way to the center of her king-sized, orthopedic bed. “I’ll take your silence as a ‘yes’. You know, it’s an honor. But you better get a towel available in case I make a mess. Unless you want me to make a mess on your sheets. Can I?”
“I don’t know, can you?”
“I’ll do my best”, she chuckles, sprawled on the bed, watching as Lan Wangji undresses.
She’s not only gorgeous, a sight to behold, with aesthetically pleasing features — she’s libido in flesh, bringing to the surface of Wei Wuxian’s skin an overpowering desire to be taken and to take, engulfing her body in flames until there’s nothing but ashes.
Like a short-term prediction, she sees herself clinging to Lan Wangji’s strong arms, crying “Lan Zhan!” loud enough to warrant a complaint from her neighbors, completely fucked out of mind.
Lan Wangji watches her too — her vision of the upcoming future is very much the same as Wei Wuxian’s.
Soon enough, her shirt is scattered to the floor, bra tossed aside. Only her skirt remains as Lan Wangji squeezes her breasts, hypnotized by the brown nipples and light stretch marks. Then, in a fit of cruelty, she pinches both nipples, making Wei Wuxian yelp.
“Oh, Lan Zhan!” She’s surprised at first, almost angry, but then a laugh blooms from her chest. “You really like it rough, eh?”
“Don’t you?”
“Hm, I like to pretend like I don’t.”
So Lan Wangji pushes Wei Wuxian on her back, diving right to eat her out once again. Wei Wuxian is even wetter than earlier, but not enough to quench her thirst. Now, Wei Wuxian does not need to keep her volume as low, and for that, Lan Wangji rejoices. She’s somehow even more diligent in eating her out, committed to getting as much reaction from Wei Wuxian as possible.
Wuxian is more sighs and heavy panting than moaning and whining, Lan Wangji learns very quickly. The whines do come, however, when she hits her climax but the stimulation on her clit fails to cease.
“ Hah, Wangji ! Too much!”
Rationally, Lan Wangji knows it’s better to stop. But rationality has left her long ago, so she just holds Wei Wuxian’s hips in place when the squirming starts.
“Fuck, Lan Zhan, no mercy, huh?” she rambles, hips trying to evade Lan Wangji’s touch but hands pressing her head closer to the sensitive pussy.
It doesn’t take long for Wei Wuxian to come once again, now with a long whine. Reluctantly, Lan Wangji lets her go once she starts to thrash.
She kisses her way up her hips, the stretch marks on her belly pouch and on her boobs, makes her own marks on her neck. The trail of her kisses end up on Wei Wuxian’s smiling lips, staying there for a while.
It’s like this for the rest of the night. More than erotic, they are sweetly affectionate, devote to each other — there’s exchange of caresses, little laughs and deep stares. Wei Wuxian slips her cold fingers between Lan Wangji’s legs, retributing all the pleasure she had been given so far. They come by tongue and by hand, by riding each other’s thigh, by fucking and being fucked with a strap. Wei Wuxian looses count by the middle of the night, but they don’t stop until right before the sun rises.
They sleep in each other’s arms, glowing in satisfaction, smile plastered to their faces, an adolescent type of feeling rumbling in their chests.