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wumuti hummed to herself as she tapped on her eyeshadow, a velvety brown on her eyelid and a soft line under their 卧蚕 followed by a shimmery peach, gently blended into the inner corners of her eyes, her eyelids, and the tip of her nose. Last was her signature red, applied to the outside corners of her eyes, making them shine like jewels reflecting the light.
"...mmm i teach you how to be dirty .. i show you how to be dirty, don’t worry 'bout that worry worry worry worry"
the melody floated through her mind, and instinctively muti’s hands and head moved through the choreo, patting blush on the sides of her face to the beat, + 1,+ 2,+ 3, a small satisfied smile on her face.
she continued for a while, humming to herself and making faces in the mirror, perfecting every angle, before finishing with a glossy dark red lip.
next were muti’s nails~ a gyaru inspired set she had really been looking forward to wearing, gifted to her last week by a very talented evol. they had a strawberry blush base painted with bunnies and dotted with gems, cherry red hello kitty charms, and purple kuromi charms. pressing them on one by one, muti flexes her fingers to admire how they shine in the light before clicking them together on instinct, the sound instantly soothing.
finally done, muti breathed and leaned back, turning their head from side to side and posing, fluttering their fingers under their chin, admiring their work, before noticing something out of the corner of their vision, looking up to meet a second pair of eyes through the reflection.
"...rui?"
rui stared back, eyes soft and curious, but with a glint of something behind them wumuti couldn't quite place. they looked .. serious, concentrated, like they were considering a deeply held truth, turning it over in their mind to try to understand the sharp facets and reflective surfaces.
after a moment, rui's gaze became closer, less deep in their thoughts.
"muti noona ... would you, do my makeup for me today?"
rui asked it in their usual way, teasing and genuine all at once, but wumuti sensed a rawness in rui’s intensity that wasn't always present ~ every word chosen for a reason. it was the same feeling wumuti would get when they would practice choreography together for hours, perfecting every small move, every angle of their heads. wumuti would watch how rui would repeat and repeat, pouring themselves into the movement with everything rui has, embodying the feelings through their intense technicality. the urge to be perfect, the training from rui’s past and rui’s inspiration from xlov, from wumuti, the yearning to learn how to be something new, something rui’s always wanted to be.
the same urge that made little rui sneak into the older girls classes to watch their pointe routines, and when rui was old enough, to be brave enough to learn pointe for themselves, even when rui was told time and time again that wasn't a “man's role”. the difficulty getting someone to fit them for their first pointe shoes, the long hours in the mirror practicing till rui moved like a dream, floating gently as a feather in their pink shoes - just as good - as beautiful - as the girls around them .. joy and technicality and learning ... perfection but not leaning into self criticism .. rui tried their best.
and in the past year, a lot had changed. rui felt themselves growing — not that they weren't themselves before, but the new support from xlov and the evols encouraged rui to try things that had rui’s pulse racing and their heart so full ~ sliding into side splits on stage, moving sensually and with intention in their dancing, in ways that felt brave and sexy. rui would watch the recordings of themselves sometimes, see how they moved their hips, the arch of their back, long hair flipping over their shoulder. rui’s face, sometimes fierce and beautiful, other times soft, other times sexy, tracing their teeth with their tongue, poking it out, or biting it between their teeth.
and there in front of rui, the person who helped rui feel brave enough to try, brave enough to be and grow into themselves. rui took inspiration from wumuti all the time, asked her for advice on makeup, on perfume, practiced faces and voices with her in the mirror. wumuti was her enabler, her co-conspirator, the person egging rui over the cliff, but every time wumuti was there to catch her.
muti and rui's gazes locked and rui felt the urge deepen, prickling at rui’s fingertips, and rui swallowed, their throat dry and fingers twitching. the urge to become more -- to find that perfection they’re seeking -- sometimes a prince, sometimes a princess, sometimes just rui, nothing at all, or melting into everything, whatever rui's emotions are at the time. the want to be guided by muti in this, to learn and be held through it.
two needs battle in rui’s mind, one to go gently and perfectly, hand and hand into all that rui wants to be — one to go full force into everything rui was told she wasn't supposed to be. to thank her imperfections, accept that she’s figuring it out. to spit and claw and stick out her tongue fiercely against all that she was deemed 'dirty' and 'wrong' for. to lean into their sexuality in a way rui wasn't supposed to - for her and wumuti to put on their tallest fucking heels and tiniest crop tops and perform on stage like forces of nature.
after all, how could anyone deny rui if she had them at her feet? if her beauty dripped from her like jewels, too dazzling to deny, to see her shining so brightly next to the sun in her orbit, her wumuti noona who stood so strong next to her.
"of course rui - come here"
wumuti's voice broke rui out of their thoughts, glancing down as wumuti patted their lap.
rui gingerly stepped over to them and settled down, curling into wumuti’s lap like a cat. wumuti ran their hands over rui's shoulders reassuringly, smiling to them through the mirror.
"what colors would you like me to lean into rui‑rui?”
rui's eyes softly drifted across the desk, glancing at the array of brushes and eyeshadow pallets, before landing on a small pallet that faded from ice blue to cotton candy pink, with a shimmery icy white in the center. wumuti followed her gaze, smiling as their fingers met when they both went to grab the pallet.
wumuti started with rui's inner lids, patting in a pink on her top lid, followed by the shimmery white blended in the center of rui’s eyelids and on rui’s 卧蚕 to make rui’s eyes pop. next was a soft darker pink line under her 卧蚕, and finally a baby blue tapped around the outside of rui’s eyes. then came a light blush on rui’s cheeks, followed by a sticky icy pink gloss that made rui’s lips shine like tanghulu, and wumuti had to hold herself back from the overwhelming urge to bite down and shatter the glassy surface.
rui's eyes shone as rui looked at wumuti through their long lashes, rui’s lips pulled into a smug smirk as they saw how muti was looking at them.
"proud of your artistic work?" rui said teasingly, punctuating her point by pressing her tongue in between her teeth, at the corner of her mouth.
wumuti grinned back, a fierce proudness behind her smile, eyes shining.
"my rui-rui looks so pretty .. don't you think your 姐姐 did a good job?" wumuti runs her long, charmed nails through rui's hair as she says it, drifting her hands down the side of rui’s face to rest in the cup of rui's collarbone.
rui twitches when rui hears it … 姐姐, so quick you might miss it, but it made rui’s face flush ~ barely visible in the mirror. rui preens, like a jeweled bird, or a butterfly unfurling her wings, and wumuti’s smile grows.
rui can feel her pulse under wumuti's hands, tensing with the want to press into her like a cat, impatient at not getting enough attention. wumuti seemed to sense this, a small laugh in the back of her throat as she glides her hand up rui's neck, nails digging into rui's chin, forcing her gaze upwards. wumuti tilted rui's head back and forth in the mirror, admiring her work.
rui swallows, eyes glued to wumuti’s hand gripping her chin, a small whine escaping her lips.
“mutiii . . . . .”
“yes, 妹妹? what’s going through that head of yours? .. it seems you’ve been thinking a lot tonight .. do you want to tell your 姐姐 what you’re feeling?”
first calling themselves 姐姐, and now calling rui 妹妹? rui’s head spun. rui didn’t quite understand all their feelings yet - had always ran up against gender in the most confusing ways, from their ambiguous, pretty looks and their mannerisms, to how rui expressed themselves.
rui couldn’t help her thoughts drifting to her own past training, trying with everything they had to succeed, working as hard as they possibly could, hours on hours in the studio and sound booth. tried to forget all the times she was told she was too “girly” or too “feminine” for performing in the ways that made rui feel good, confident - for their grace and flexibility. and lining it all, the overwhelming fear that it would always be like this - that for rui’s dream to succeed, rui would need to kill part of herself - more of themselves than rui could bear.
and then, like a light in the darkness - rui met wumuti. someone who understood, who held the same fears, the same dreams - and muti had a plan. so when wumuti asked rui to be part of xlov, there was no question - only relief and excitement. rui never felt as comfortable to lean into and explore the parts of herself that were previously “too much”, “too “feminine”” or “too expressive” as with xlov ~ and hearing wumuti call rui 妹妹 simply broke her. she felt so cared for, so safe. her wumuti noona, her 姐姐, who had worked so hard, they had all worked so hard together, to create this space for each other, for all four of them, where they could experiment and be themselves without fear and shame, even when the rest of the industry wasn’t always accepting.
rui’s thoughts overwhelm her, repeating in the back of rui’s head, 妹妹 。。。 妹妹 。。。 want you to say i’m yours, your choice 。。。your baby, your 宝贝妹妹
but the thought is too deep, so rui dips her head down, biting at wumuti’s fingers in response. wumuti simply lets out a gentle tsk and pulls rui’s chin back up to meet her eyes, nails digging into her neck even harder now, leaving small, pink half moons.
wumuti considers rui again in the mirror.
“look at you, rui .. you’ve grown so much haven’t you~ i promise that its ok to feel good this way - to feel like yourself - this way.”
rui’s eyes haven’t left wumuti’s this entire time, heat and relief and strength pooling in waves as rui’s chest gently heaves under muti’s words.
“i feel . . . beautiful muti 姐姐 。。。i feel electric onstage, knowing that everyone’s eyes are on me 。。。 seeing how they react to my energy, my body, to me as myself”
rui’s blush has bloomed across their face now, begun the moment she started talking about the evols, about how she loves seeing their reactions, how it makes her feel good, feel at home in her own skin, to see them call her beautiful, their princess, their prince, their rui.
rui’s breath catches on the next words, yet they tumble out anyways . . .
“..i, i also see what they say about me online, our evols… thats why i love teasing them and saying that i can be sexier … i love seeing them lose it a little over me, their slight flush, their embarrassment at their own feelings, how they want me ~ its too cute”
muti grins at this, the small red gems in her teeth glinting in the light. she looks hungry ~ predatory.
“does my 小妹妹 like it when people are just a little desperate for them? does my 小公主 like it when our evols worship at your feet?”
there was a smirk deep in wumuti’s eyes as the words poured out from between her lips, but not because she wasn’t serious, or that she found rui’s desire amusing. more like wumuti was self satisfied, thrilled to hear rui spill her thoughts, her wants, in the way a cat stretches and settles into you when they have you exactly where they want you.
“and you deserve it, 我的小公主， 我的漂亮妹妹， so beautiful for me 妹妹, you deserve to be worshipped, huh? don’t you babygirl? no matter what? do you want to show me how beautiful you are as yourself? how you deserve to be taken care of even with tear tracks tracing through your beautiful eyeshadow? how beautiful you are when you just let go for me?”
rui can’t help but whimper and duck their head as wumuti flexes her hands around their throat, scratching rui slightly with their nails. wumuti chuckles and traces her fingers, one down rui’s shoulders to their chest, and the other up to her face, tracing the elegant line of rui’s nose, the gentle curve of her cheeks, before pressing on her plump bottom lip, dragging it down a little, and causing rui to gasp in a breath under her.
“ruiii . . . “
wumuti says it teasingly, as rui’s eyes meet theirs again, looking up into wumuti’s heated gaze.
“are you my 妹妹 today? are you my 宝贝妹妹？ are you my 小公主?”
rui flushes, gaze caught in the mirror on her eyes … white, blue, pink, the long line of her nose, her hair falling over her shoulders, her eyes, piercing, her waist, exposed and heaving, and wumuti behind her, looking like a vision of fire, strong, solid, safe and dangerous all at once.
“do you like it when your 姐姐 teaches you? when we learn together? when i teach you a new makeup technique, when we practice our voices together, when i give you perfumes that match your scent, teach you how to apply press-ons? when i teach you, how to be dirty?”
rui squirms under muti’s gaze, shivering visibly at muti’s questioning, the words practically dripping out of muti’s mouth.
do you like it when i teach you how to be dirty?
the words fill her head, as images flood her mind. muti, her face pressed in close to rui’s as she gripped rui’s chin and drew the perfect curve of eyeliner, finished the perfect, plump lip, eyes meeting and cheeks flushing as muti held her still. muti, practicing one and only partner choreo alone with rui, and lifting rui’s head, eyes meeting with a look like electricity, fingers splayed out, palm gentle under rui’s chin. muti, planning out their outfits for concerts together and helping rui choose the cutest skirts to go over her pants. muti showing rui how to style her wigs and extensions just right, muti’s favorite 木簪 bit between her teeth in concentration as they shape rui’s hair into a half up half down bun. muti holding out their hand to rui during boy’s planet, scared but determined, there from the start.
muti, who trusted and cared for and loved rui no matter how rui looked, how rui dressed, how rui acted. loved rui even at rui’s most scared, rui’s smallest, rui’s messiest, rui’s most confused..
rui didn’t know where quite to fit all the feelings in their chest, the feelings of being too big for her own body, too complicated to fit into rui’s fragile, perfect form, strong and brittle all at once, but growing. rui just knew she didn’t want muti to stop calling rui her babygirl, her 妹妹，hers. couldn’t stop staring at her own long lashes in the mirror, the elegant curve of her neck, muti’s nails against her throat.
rui couldn’t verbalize the thoughts swirling in her head, all she could do was nod in desperation ~ hoping wumuti could tell, would take pity on her, would soothe the static in her brain.
“aww babygirl” wumuti coos, “its a little much for you, huh? you need me to teach you how to get those whirring thoughts to calm down? you want your 姐姐 to teach you how to give in? how to feel so, so good? i promise i’ll take good care of you .. treat you like the princess you are ,, huh 我的宝贝？yeah?
…. let your 姐姐 teach her good 小妹妹 how to be dirty and let go～”
rui can’t help the whine that escapes as wumuti says it, can’t quite believe the words coming out of wumuti’s mouth. but she can barely even focus on the words, as rui’s gaze locks in on the fingers of wumuti’s left hand, tracing rui’s cheekbones, and drifting, slowly, towards her plush lips before firmly, decidedly, sliding two fingers down rui’s throat.
rui’s eyes glaze over as wumuti’s fingers press into her mouth, drool gathering in the back of her throat as she sucks around muti’s fingertips. muti’s eyes darken, pulling her fingers out of rui’s mouth with a wet, sticky noise. drool drips from the red hello kitty charms on her fingers, glinting in the light and sliding onto rui’s face below. its all rui can do to pant and squirm in her chair, pouting at the loss of muti’s fingers, body begging for her, but the verbal part of her brain struggling to function.
“so beautiful for me babygirl . . . so messy, getting spit all over my cute nails.” muti makes a show out of it as she says it, shaking and curling her fingers to blow gently over her nails and puffing out her cheeks in a cute huff.
and then her eyes meet rui’s desperate ones, pout sliding into a smirk as she leans into the mirror, making sure rui sees muti say every. word.
“but so worth it to see my 妹妹 let go for me”
rui was getting more desperate by the second. muti 姐姐’s composure, her words, how well she was taking care of her rui … all she could do was grind her hips down into muti’s lap, breathless and getting redder by the second as she realized how obvious the tent under her skirt was becoming.
wumuti’s gaze never let up, it was like she could see right through rui, straight to her core. rui felt exposed, ruined, like being taken apart but she wasn’t sure if she ever wanted to be put back together again.
“do you need some grounding, 妹妹? it seems like you’re struggling to keep still, grinding in 姐姐‘s lap, huh 我的宝贝? do you need your 姐姐 to hold you? yeah? …”
rui squirmed under muti’s gaze, her brain trying so, so hard to form thoughts around words that couldn’t come out, head fuzzy with muti 姐姐 her mouth opening and closing, desperate, like she was gasping for air. so rui gave up, whining in frustration, her face falling into a pout that muti mirrored with her own teasing version.
“aww, babygirl, are you so overwhelmed you can’t even say it? its ok 妹妹, its ok babygirl, let muti 姐姐 take care of you, let noona make you feel good”
rui gasped with relief when muti finally put their hands on rui’s hips, fingernails digging into the soft skin of their stomach as muti pressed rui down into her. rui moaned, her voice cracking, at the feeling of wumuti, swollen and throbbing under her. muti noticed, smiling before nipping behind her ear and drawing a sharp gasp out of rui in response. muti’s hands drifted lower, pulling rui’s waistband out only to let it snap back against her stomach.
rui practically sobbed, her head dropping and her chest heaving, hips rolling up into nothing.
“oh, 宝贝， what do you need? what is it that you need to tell your muti 姐姐？“
wumuti’s voice was soft, as if she was speaking about something precious ~ and rui couldn’t take it, her brain reduced to pure want, and yours, yours, please 姐姐 ..
rui whimpered, grasping wildly for muti’s hands, and pulling them down her stomach, till finally, muti pressed her fingers between rui’s legs and dragged a long fingernail over the swell of her jeans. rui cried out, her oversensitivity causing her to feel every touch like a live wire. wumuti cooed at the noise, gently brushing one hand through rui’s hair.
“ruiiiii .. “ muti sing-songed, drawing out the syllables as rui looked up into wumuti’s eyes from hooded lids. “do you want me to touch you for real? do you want your muti 姐姐 to touch you?”
rui panted harder, trying her best to press her body into wumuti however she could, desperate past the point of words. wumuti took pity on her, finally sliding rui’s pants down her legs, rui twitching as muti pulled her into her hands.
“awww. . 我的宝贝， are you all sticky for me? did you get so wet for your 姐姐？my beautiful 小公主? . . . you look so beautiful like this babygirl, so dirty for your 姐姐, so messy, so perfect”
muti shifted one hand down, clawed nails biting into the soft curve of rui’s hip, holding rui down as she squirmed in wumuti’s lap. her other hand shifted to rui’s stomach, gathering the pre that had dripped from rui. muti smoothed it onto her fingers, rubbing her thumb and forefinger together, and then just to tease, stretching them apart in front of rui’s face and making a thin spiderweb rope of slick between them. the image is obscene, rui’s slick glistening as it hangs between muti’s long, jeweled nails, dripping off of matching hello kitty and kuromi charms. slowly, torturously, muti brings her hands back down to the head of rui’s length, tracing a nail through her slit. rui twitches, throbbing as wumuti slides her slick palm over her, pressing and teasing.
rui feels wrecked, unable to pay attention to anything but muti 姐姐, head falling forward as her body heaves and shudders with every touch. wumuti gently soothes rui as she shakes, moving one hand to brush over rui’s shoulders, and slide up under her neck, tilting her chin up to look in the mirror again.
“look at yourself, rui, look how beautiful you are”.
rui met her own reflection in the mirror, eyes hooded and hazy, lips parted in a soft o, lipstick smeared gently across her lips like an oil painting, chest heaving, long fingers and sharp pink jeweled nails digging into her own thighs in a failed attempt to stay still, her cock twitching and drooling pre all over muti’s hand.
“my perfect 小公主, huh? taken care of, just how you deserve 。。 my 宝贝妹妹”
rui can’t take the look in muti’s eyes, its too much, her hands and her gaze on her all at once, the tenderness and love. she felt perfect in muti’s hands - safe, chosen. rui felt raw, useless to do anything but let her overwhelming emotions consume her. so she sobbed, helpless, tears tracking down her cheeks leaving small streams of eyeshadow as she stared into wumuti’s eyes, her wet lashes blinking and sticking together, tacky, messy, broken open.
“aiya, rui, babygirl, crying for me ~ are you ok? are you overwhelmed? do you just need your wumuti 姐姐 to take care of you?”
rui sniffs, her lips parting wetly, the sound desperate, but she pushes through, finally finding her voice.
“wumuti 姐姐 . . noona . . please, i~ i need you inside me”
rui can’t process fully, just knows she needs wumuti so close and she scrabbles desperately for muti’s hand under her neck, tugging it down towards the curve of her ass and rubbing further into wumuti below her. muti gasps, her perfect peach lips parting, but she quickly recovers, lips curling into a smug pout as she rests her long fingers on the curve of rui’s ass.
“babygirl you did so good for me, asking for what you need . . muti 姐姐 will help you i promise, i promise 妹妹. so perfect for me”
rui sobs again, cheeks puffed out in a pout whose attitude doesn’t exactly match the desperate grinding of her hips. wumuti pouts back at her, teasing, and tucks her finger under rui’s pants, sliding them the rest of the way down, leaving her in her short ruffled overskirt.
“so cute in your skirt for me 妹妹, so perfect for 姐姐 to just slide my fingers into you, yeah 宝贝? do you want your wumuti 姐姐 to fill you up?”
rui twitches helplessly, trying desperately to nod, crying out at the new sensation of her bare thighs against wumuti’s jeans, the denim scratchy and firm, her pre dripping in a pool that darkens a patch of muti’s pants beneath her, making them the perfect slide of friction against rui’s ass.
“not so fast, babygirl” muti tsk’s, one hand grasping rui’s hip, stilling rui’s desperate grinding on muti’s thigh.
slowly, torturously, muti sucks on the hello kitty and kuromi charm nails, making sure rui watches every move, drooling over them to loosen the adhesive before she pops off two whole press-ons, gently placing them on the dresser table in front of them. muti drags her fingers back into her own mouth once more, before finally, sliding them between the curve of rui’s legs, circling her slit before sliding one finger gently in.
rui and wumuti both gasped at the feeling. rui was so tight around wumuti, clenching and throbbing, her velvet heat making muti lose her mind. and rui, her head full of static, every nerve concentrated on the press of wumuti’s finger inside of her, pressing up into the spot that made her vision blur and her eyes tear up again. slowly wumuti started to move, the slick sound loud in rui’s ears, breaking her apart even more, till muti was sliding in and out so easily.
“宝贝， are you ready for two fingers?”
it was all rui could do to groan, as wumuti pressed her slick, second finger into rui, so, so slowly. slow enough to feel how soft rui was inside, addicted to the sticky slide of her fingers in and out of rui.
rui was drooling, uncaring of the mess, spit leaking out of the corners of her mouth and sliding down her chin as she leaned her weight back against muti, who was mouthing against rui’s neck, nipping at her collarbone, and holding onto rui’s hip for dear life, fucking rui down onto her fingers.
“does it feel good, 宝贝？ do you like it when your wumuti 姐姐 fills you up? or do you need something bigger? huh? do you want to fall apart on my cock? on 姐姐’s cock?”
rui couldn’t bite back the wail that left her throat at wumuti’s words, body twitching desperately. wumuti laughed, her breath hot on the shell of rui’s ear.
“yeah babygirl? that sounded like a yes to me.. i think my 妹妹 wants muti 姐姐‘s cock . . is that right babygirl?”
rui nodded, more like a twitch of her head, her mouth hanging open.
“aww .. guessing from how much drool just came out of your mouth, i’ll take it as a yes, 宝贝”
“ok baby, you’re gonna have to stand for me, just for a second .. i know, i know 宝贝, your knees are so shaky, its ok 妹妹 it will be so quick i promise”
rui groans as muti grips both hands on their waist, forcing rui to stand, stumbling a little, before pulling down her own pants, leaving muti and rui both in their pleated overskirts. wumuti sits down again, pulling rui on top of her and sliding her length between rui’s thighs. rui shudders at the feeling, muti’s slick cock sliding between her thighs, over the outside of her slit, dragging under the curve of rui’s ass. it felt too good, but not enough, and desperately, rui tries to lift themselves up, reaching for wumuti so rui could slide her inside of herself.
wumuti just coos at her, smiling at rui’s desperation and batting her hands away before finally taking pity on rui, and slicking her cock before gently guiding rui down onto her length.
rui feels like she’s being consumed, everything is silenced down to the throb of her heartbeat, every nerve thrumming, her vision blurring in time with her heartbeat as she slides down, down down, until wumuti is finally inside of rui, twitching and throbbing and wumuti lifts rui’s hips, torturously, and then just drops her, slick, sticky noises filling the space as wumuti relentlessly slides rui on top of her.
“you look so beautiful 宝贝， you look like you belong here, so good for me, gripping me like you never want to let me go, 我的漂亮宝贝，我的小公主, look so good for me, so proud of you 妹妹”
rui couldn’t take it anymore, the look in wumuti’s eyes, the care and love shining through, the feeling of wumuti throbbing inside of rui, the tears still sliding down rui’s cheeks, it was all too much ..
“umuti .. muti 姐姐 . . . please”
rui sounds broken, her voice coming in short pants, and wumuti kisses her cheek, her neck, muti’s hand sliding under rui’s neck to tilt her face over her shoulder into a kiss, mouthing over her and pressing their tongues together with their mouths open, tracing the tip of rui’s tongue with her own, before kissing rui for real ~ no teasing, just teeth clashing as muti sucked rui’s tongue into her mouth and tangled them together, bouncing rui on her cock and pressing her palm flat against the tip of rui’s dick.
wumuti parted their lips slickly, a wild look in her eyes, and a thread of drool hanging between them.
“ruiiiii . . do you like it when i touch your clit like this? do you like your 姐姐 teaching you? do you like being my 宝贝、my 妹妹，
。 。 。 mine?”
and rui breaks, the words repeating in her head yours, yours, yours sobbing and coughing and as their hips speed up wildly, shaking and convulsing around wumuti inside of them, spilling cum all over their stomach, as wumuti breaks too with a sob and cums inside of rui.
they both lean into each other, panting, not moving for quite a while, staring in the mirror, before wumuti, with a smile spreading across her lips, drags a jeweled nail through the cum on rui’s stomach, gathering it before sucking her finger into her mouth. rui whines, embarassed and turned on all at once, soft at feeling and being seen as beautiful as she falls apart, desperate and messy and imperfect.
muti kisses the top of rui’s head, her cheeks, her nose, eyes soft and so full of care and love that rui almost couldn’t take it. another tear traced down her cheek, muti reaching out immediately to wipe it away with her thumb.
rui sniffles, finding her voice, heavy and a bit choked from being taken apart so fully but sure and brave, nonetheless. her eyes meet muti’s without the mirror between them.
“muti - i know you know..
but i want to say it again..
thank you for choosing me”
rui watches as tears well up in muti’s eyes, shining as she opens her mouth and rui can tell she’s about to protest- to say of course she would’ve chosen rui, a thousand times over, again and again- but rui stops her, it’s too important that muti hears it, that she knows.
“i said it in interviews before, but i mean it - you are a being who saved me. without you i don’t know if i could’ve lived the life i wanted - i know i would have figured it out, but you taught me to be brave in ways i never imagined. if i didn’t say yes to joining xlov, to being a part of the four of us, i would have regretted it for the rest of my life”
and now rui is crying too, hot tears dripping down her nose and joining muti’s in a puddle between them. muti, clearly overwhelmed, lets rui guide their faces close, foreheads pressed together as rui kisses and brushes away her tears.
“rui i— …我爱你”
muti says it softly, but rui feels it in her core ~ a light that will never go out no matter where life takes her.
“muti, 我也爱你”