still not over popular!sophia from this post because she sure talks big shit, acts all annoyed about it after and like you don’t exist for days even if she has to fuck herself countless times to the thought of you, but would be so quiet the moment you finally got her alone again and this time filled.
back at the locker room, post cheer practice just like last time, would give you the most disgusted look hearing you say how much fun you had with her little panties, rubbed it all over your cock and imagined it was her cunt, as if the image of it she conjures in her mind doesn’t make her clench around nothing and mess up another piece of fabric you are probably going to take home as well.
pushes you back when you kiss her, tries to untangle herself from your arms like the idea of you taking her forcefully again didn’t plague her mind for days and nights. only stops the pathetic struggle because your leg finds its way between hers, hips bucking because the pressure against her center is too good to ignore, grinding back and forth on your thigh not really caring about the uncomfortable position, god bless cheerleading, or the fact that you take advantage of her state to suck marks all over her cleavage, something that she would never allow days back.
easy to maneuver her around and lean onto a locker just like the first time, snickering as you lower her clothes and sees how wet she is, fingers so cold and not so gently finding her folds that she jolts, taking the stretch of your middle and point finger and relentless circling of your thumb in her clit with moans and small too much’s that have you needing to shush her, plump lips wrapping around your other fingers and slobbering a little. yes, you might be alone there but that doesn’t mean the place is empty and considering the amount of noise she is making it wouldn’t be a surprise if someone came to check what it was.
there is some tension when you pull your fingers out of her and she thinks you won’t make her come again but instead, hears you shuffling around with your pants. panics, tries to look over her shoulder, mutters “wait, wait!” around your fingers but it’s no use, losing her attention again as the head of your cock finds way past her folds. barely filling her before dragging all out again, the abuse on her clit being nonstop and only helping it to coat you with slickness.
things turning messy and uncaring the moment you finally bottom out, her moans being shushed not being so important anymore because the sound your skin makes against hers is not the quietest either. if your words of how you used her panties alone were enough to make her drip, hearing you say how her pussy is “so much better than i imagined, sophie, can’t believe you tried to keep this from me” gets her so close to the edge she thinks she is going to explode, slurring incomprehensible words because yes! she can’t believe it either.
prettiest thing when she cums, juices sliding down her thighs and tightening around you in a way that has your eyes rolling back, hands pushing you away because the stimulation is borderline painful already, whimpering at the loss of your cock and the ache it leaves in her empty hole. she is sticky all over, sweaty, hair clinging to her forehead and to the spit covering her lips and chin.
it takes her a long moment of recovering her breath, body lax and accepting the way you hold her waist and kiss her neck and shoulders, to notice you still hard against her side, eyes glossy looking at you and “you didn’t cum” to which you just smile and says “no, i didn’t” and gently pushes her to her knees.
summary ↠ for years you’ve crushed on jennie kim, your best friend, the queen of queens, the party monster. but it seems that you’re not exactly her type.
wc ↠ 3.3k
a/n ↠ this is my first time writing this kind of fic in 6 months so i am unfortunately quite rusty…
don’t like it, don’t read.
she looked like royalty on top of him.
you couldn’t deny it - you could never deny jennie anything. how could you? she was funny, enchanting, downright beautiful, and she was your friend of many years.
your best friend, to be exact. it was a title you were proud to claim, one you had never taken for granted. you had always been there, whether she needed to laugh or she needed to cry, and you would always be there for whatever she needed.
but apparently, she didn’t need you for this.
it was not your intention to find her this way, to be fair. in your search for an empty bathroom, chance had led you to the one connected to the bedroom your best friend and her boy toy occupied. you had only come here in need of relief, but in her own way, jennie yearned for something similar.
yet so different all at once. you knew her voice when it came to your ears, even if it was at a pitch and with a breathlessness you had never quite heard, and your curiosity had gotten the better of you. they must have been too lost in the haze of their arousal, because they never seemed to notice they’d left the bathroom door open for all the world to see.
and you did see. you saw her on top of this nameless boy, her cashmere dress in a heap on the floor, sweat gathering at her soft skin and glimmering in the moonlight like precious pearls. you saw how pleasure took her by its gnarled hand, her lips crying the cries of angels. you saw how his greedy hands were all over her, touching her, surely not knowing just how lucky he was.
you could only stand there, trembling with the intensity of an emotion you had never known this deeply. there was a hot throb in your chest as cruelly it tightened, and in the same moment you could hear this nameless boy swearing about how tightly she was wound around him.
in that moment, she had taken a form you had never seen of her before, becoming a thing so violently unknown to you, and all you could think about was how none of it was for you. it was certainly not the first time she’d whored herself out to someone that wasn’t you, but seeing it happen in front of you was different than being regaled on the tales.
those boys were faceless, something you could convince yourself never existed as you pictured only jennie’s cries of ecstasy. even now, this nameless boy wasn’t so nameless anymore as you heard it fall brokenly from her lips.
but it’s okay, you consoled yourself, turning away from the door. you could fix her.
that had been three months ago at least. you were still doing everything in your power to come up with something to salvage your broken heart with, in spite of already knowing jennie got around, but you had come short of viable options.
and like that fateful night all those months before, you were at another party, because nights in new york were when party monsters like jennie came to life. and as to expected of her, she’d strutted inside sporting this lacy dress, the same vibrant red color as her lips.
she was stunning in red.
it was something you had told her more than once. you took your role as jennie’s best friend as though you were the queen’s aide, and in a way, that wasn’t so far from the truth. she was the queen of queens, the party monster, and a woman of her caliber had to look nothing less than like art at every party she set foot on.
that red cashmere dress lived in your head. you had been the one help her decide, and yet some boy had been the one to take it off.
“hey, where’s jen?” rosé asked, poking her head around the corner.
“no idea,” lisa said, finishing what was left of her exquisite wine.
the two girls glanced toward you. of course they did; you were jennie’s best friend. apparently, you were supposed to know what she was up to at all times.
you sighed, peeling yourself off the sofa and sitting your drink on the table. “i’ll look,” you started. “but if she’s somewhere getting dicked down again, you’re going to make an enemy out of me.”
rosé blew you a kiss. “thanks, beautiful.”
“yeah, yeah,” you grumbled, giving your drink one last longful glance as you stepped out of the room.
you took a guess that rosé had come from the main hall and if she hadn’t scouted jennie there, then there was a fair chance she was in one of the upstairs rooms. getting dicked down, you thought disheartenedly, but you searched nonetheless.
you had only seen her that way once and it was something you surely never wanted to see ever again. the memory of the thunder in your chest still lingered and maybe the feeling itself hadn’t exactly faded.
what would it take for her to understand that she was yours? she may not have realized it yet, but you were everything she needed. you could please her in ways she’d never imagined, take her to heights that’d never before been.
you stilled when you heard her voice, almost walking straight past the door. it was of some kind of relief that there were no moans, and she seemed to be quietly chatting about something. with the door barely open, you slipped inside, hoping that it wouldn’t creak.
it took all of two seconds to recognize her, standing at the edge of the bed, but there were no words to describe the horror on your face when you saw the thing next to her.
deep black in color, draped in some slick, indigo substance that coated it smoothly, and towering two feet over her. teeth that could kill with one slight graze. it didn’t look of this world. and yet, jennie didn’t seem afraid; she looked exasperated.
“i thought i told you to stay home,” she hissed, glaring up at the creature. whatever the hell it was.
the alien-like creature seemed indifferent, from what you could make of its features. “hungry,” was all it said.
jennie didn’t seem impressed. “you were fed before i left.”
“hungry,” it repeated, raspier, brushing a long finger down her dress.
jennie slapped its hand away, shaking her head. “no, not here. there’s people, carnal.”
carnal said nothing, overcome by a need that went beyond the bounds of human desire, and returned its finger to her dress. for a second, you thought that it would tear it to shreds, but instead it unzipped the back quicker than she could dispute.
you could hear her whining, but carnal was intent on taking and little would come between that purpose. jennie gasped when it took her by the arm and tugged her onto the floor, silently demanding in its approach, all the while her pretty red dress was tossed into oblivion.
for whatever reason, the sight hadn’t troubled you like it did not too many moons ago. it intrigued you. part of you wanted to emerge from the cloak of the shadows to rescue her from this creature, but the other wanted to watch and see how this would unfold.
jennie’s eyes burned fiercely of ire. “i won’t do it.”
carnal glanced down at her and you swore the sight gave you shivers, but jennie didn’t move. “no?”
“no.”
you had to restrain yourself from gasping when carnal grabbed jennie by strands of hair at the back of her head. it forced her mouth onto its cock, a death grip on her tresses. her whimpers of protest were muffled, meaningless little sounds that no one would bother to hear.
it would be a lie to do otherwise, and thus you had to confess to yourself that you were bemused by the sheer size of its girthy cock. jennie could hardly fit anything an inch longer than the tip into her mouth. it stroked her limits, sped right by them.
but the part that bemused you even further was how after a minute or three, jennie didn’t seem to hate it. there was no way in hell your eyes were making up the way she sucked in every bit she could take, eagerly bobbing her head.
the muffled cries waned into muffled moans, and for no good reason. no efforts were being taken to please her in return. she was this meek little thing on her knees before an otherworldly creature with a name far too apt.
carnal did not react too strongly, but you had to assume that jennie’s potent greed did a number on it. she wasn’t going anywhere, yet the death grip on her hair only got tighter. what she couldn’t fit between her stained lips, she took in her hands and kneaded between her supple fingers.
your mind was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, stretched across a plane of thought. you were strangely immersed in the horrors in front of you, but your questions wandered. every moment that passed, you wondered if maybe you’d had a little too much to drink.
this was a dirty little secret that even you never knew your best friend had. you couldn’t even begin to fathom how this strange creature could be more than a figment of imagination, and you decided that it wasn’t. it would spare you the headache.
you could see the indent on jennie’s hollowed cheeks, hear the wet noises coming from her lips. perhaps it was stranger that you didn’t hate it. only moments ago you had been prepared to curse whatever idiot of a boy you found her with, and now you were quieter than a mouse.
jennie looked like a pebble at its feet. the beast was more massive than you cared to admit aloud, with a strength that spoke for itself, and a cock that promised total destruction and not anything less. it must’ve been part of the allure for her, because you had never seen her so eager.
and why would she be? the queen of new york city herself never had to ask for anything twice, if at all. it would be an honor for anyone to behold her bare form, but none of that power manifested here in this bedroom. she was sucking carnal off like a common whore begging for a dollar.
your memories reeled back to some instances, not many but a few, where you had noticed her visibly adjusting herself after what you could only assume had been a brief sexcapade in a closet somewhere. and for a moment you stopped to wonder if those faceless people you imagined her with had not been boys, but this damned beast.
it almost made you angrier, trying to fathom how this thing had better chances than you did at pursuing her, and all it took was a little force. had you known that, you would’ve staked your claim to her already.
greed was heavy in the air and you saw carnal seize control after allowing jennie to do as she pleased with it, fucking her mouth harder than she could manage. you couldn’t help but be aroused at the sound of her harshly choking. but she didn’t give up, taking every thrust.
quiet sounds escaped carnal’s mouth, raspy to the ears. it did not have much to say, you’d noticed, and it didn’t need to say much either. you could tell that they’d done this countless times before, because they slipped into this as though it was routine.
maybe you were making it up in your mind, but you could’ve sworn that the room had soared a thousand degrees hotter. part of it was ire on your end, but you couldn’t deny the ache in your core. to see her this way, meek and pliant, brought out an insatiable hunger within you.
by the second carnal’s thrusts were becoming more erratic, its self control seemingly unraveling hard. you were impressed that jennie hadn’t begun to choke again, in spite of the relentless pace. you were certain her jaw strained from the effort, but she still made herself a perfect little toy.
you recognized the brink of ecstasy when you saw it and carnal was at the very cusp. its groans even became a little louder, coming from the back of its throat. the only other thing you could hear was labored breathing and the wet smack of jennie’s lips.
you wouldn’t have wanted to cum that way, you would have wanted to be buried every inch deep between her legs, but after a short moment, the thrusts came to a still and carnal growled. given your angle and the darkness, it was hard to see, but you partly saw the leftover cum she couldn’t swallow drip from her chin.
jennie pushed her mouth off, wiping her lips. her naked chest was heaving for breath. when she stood, you could see the shimmer of tears in her misty eyes. she looked like a train wreck.
not a moment later, carnal tore her towards the bed and she gave a high squeak of surprise. your gaze was fixed to her every movement. on the bed, carnal hoisted her into the air as though she was featherlight and sat her over it. jennie reached for its shoulders.
but carnal, on the other hand, had reached for something else. to your surprise, it began to lubricate her comparatively smaller cunt with its own indigo slick. jennie whimpered, arching into its long, thick fingers as they ran across her folds. there was no doubt that she had become aroused simply by pleasuring this creature, and you could only imagine the ache in her core.
it must’ve been similar to yours. this incessant throbbing that yearned to be soothed; a hunger to touch or be touched.
“carnal,” jennie whined. “please, please…”
carnal didn’t seem to be listening to her borderline anguished cries of desperation, its fingers stretching her cunt open, almost like it was preparing her to take something much larger. but nothing was enough for an insatiable little minx like jennie.
“i don’t care if it hurts,” jennie added, to your shock. “i just want you to fuck me. please, carnal?”
carnal slipped its fingers out of her lubricated pussy and jennie made a noise of discontent at the emptiness, in spite of it being what she had asked for. it was too dark to be certain, but you swore that for half a second, there was a dark gleam of hunger in its heavy eyes.
the alien-like beast hoisted jennie up in a single arm and steered its cock to her entrance in the other. it was still stiff in its palms, and you got the feeling that it would take far more than one orgasm to sate a beast of its nature.
it didn’t seem to be concerned with taking its time or allowing her room to adjust to the stretch, but the look on jennie’s face told you that it was what she wanted. there was pain on her lips and pleasure in her eyes, the two being bred into something lethal.
“oh my god,” jennie moaned, tightening her grip on carnal’s shoulders.
carnal grasped her hips, using her as though she was merely some kind of toy rather than a human capable of being wounded. it lifted her up and down its thick shaft, leaving her to do nothing but squeeze her eyes shut and hold on for dear life.
you swallowed hard. when she was being used by a beast two times her size and infinitely stronger than herself, your best friend looked less and less human. she didn’t look like something worthy of respect or dignity. had you not known any better, you would’ve thought she was just some whore.
this was something that you had never seen, something different than before; when you saw her then, she was taking her power, but seeing her now, all of it had been reaped from her body.
deep, guttural grunts escaped the back of carnal’s throat as it rutted into her savagely, at a rhythm that rendered her thoughtless. jennie’s tears stung her eyes yet she kept babbling incoherently, addicted to the agony. there were red lines on her skin from where its nails had dug into her, but from how tight she clung to it, carnal was bound to have plenty of its own.
maybe in some sick, twisted way, the pain and the fear heightened the sensations of ecstasy that it tugged her nearer to every second of every minute. there was no pleasure without pain, and the promise of both had tempted jennie far beyond the point of no return. she was a fiend, you realized, for things that were bad for her.
somewhere in the midst of your astonishment of watching your best friend getting railed by nothing less than an unworldly beast, you remembered your anger, your frustrations. a thought a struck you then, selfish in nature, but bound to work in your favor.
you pulled your phone from your rear pocket and opened the camera, getting it to focus on the two unlikely partners that were showing one another other worlds. if jennie knew you had proof of this tryst, she wouldn’t turn you down for anything. you weren’t sure why you hadn’t thought of the idea sooner.
jennie threw her head back, calling out for carnal. “harder,” she whispered.
carnal silently obliged, but it appeared more like it had lost whatever remained of its self-restraint. jennie’s sounds became louder then, higher in pitch, and you couldn’t miss the way her brows furrowed together.
your camera didn’t, either.
the sound of sex filled the room at an unfathomable intensity. there was a very obvious wet, slick squelch of their skin meeting that anyone could have heard if they walked just shy of the door. jennie’s cunt had already been drenched with arousal on its own, but the addition of carnal’s slick didn’t help.
you almost couldn’t stand it and that feeling was inexplicably amplified knowing that whatever this thing was she surrendered herself to wasn’t even human. but you were embraced by the comfort that you would be its place soon, whether she wanted it or not.
you were imagining it. if you closed your eyes and listened only to the sound of jennie’a pretty little voice, you could picture that it was you she was making all those pitiful sounds for.
“fuck, i’m so…,” jennie trailed, unable to even get the words off the tip of her tongue.
but she didn’t need to say it. carnal saw it. you saw it. hell, anybody half as curious as you were could have been right here, about to witness it. she was on the brink of climax, the cusp of ecstasy, and it was unkind.
and as much as it angered you, you couldn’t bear to tear your eyes away for a minute. you had to know what it was like, to see her truly unravel, to lose herself in the highs of pleasure and the throes of sex.
jennie brought a hand to her naked chest, pinching her own nipple. you could see moonlight shimmering on the beads of moisture that clung to her, dancing on the misty haze of lust in her eyes.
it was at that moment you saw the party monster for what she really was. the intensity at last was too much for her to handle and jennie shuddered with climax, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and her toes curling. she cried out the prettiest whimper, singing a name that wasn’t yours.
and somehow none of that mattered, because the beast she let ravage her wasn’t finished. it tossed her onto the bed and continued, fucking her like an animal, like a monster.
you had seen enough. you had what you needed. with the promise of satisfaction vying against the contempt simmering deep within you, you slipped out where you had came.
summary ― having a hot assistant at your beck and call has its perks, especially when she's willing to do anything to be of service.
╭ pairings ― kim jennie x ( f! ) reader.
╭ genre ― cheating au, smut.
╭ word count ― 1.8k words.
keywords ― infidelity, teasing, nipple play, face sitting, cum eating.
╰ you suppressed the urge to smash your phone on the nearest surface as you let out a sharp breath, mind still replaying the conversation you had with your mother. it wasn’t easy being the only daughter of a chaebol family; the expectations and treatment from everyone around you being borderline suffocating.
╰ yet you handled it with grace and did everything that was expected of you, including marrying out of your sexuality to a man of all things. gross.
╰ it wasn’t an easy road to stability, but if there was anything that helped you it was the pretty little assistant you hired on the spot a few weeks after your marriage.
╰ kim jennie. it wasn’t just her credentials that impressed you, or her looks. or even the low cut top you knew she purposefully wore for the interview, based on how many times she accidentally dropped her pen or crossed her arms while speaking. not that you were counting. (26 times)
╰ but it was the unusual glint in her gaze which you recognized as your own; one that ignited only when you wanted something you shouldn’t have. the look intrigued you and left you reanalyzing the interview for possible things she could want out of you.
╰ your money? your position? it was only a matter of time after hiring her in which you figured out what she really wanted when you took her along to a business trip for potential subsidization which was just another ratty excuse for you to get her alone and out of country where your rules of not sleeping with your secretary would work.
╰ thankfully, you didn't have to do much to invoke the kind of situation you wanted, since the succubus herself came sauntering into your room the moment she heard the low thump of your phone being tossed.
╰ “is everything okay mrs. lee?”
╰ suppressing the urge to cringe at the reminder of your marital status, you spun on your heel and came face to face with the reason you booked this expensive beachside trip in the first place. “ah, miss jennie.”
╰ “is there anything i can help you with?” she hummed in that slow drawl of hers.
╰ unlike her usual white blouse and tight pencil skirt (that not only accentuated the curve of her ass, but also stopped at a way shorter length that was allowed) ― jennie was dressed in a tight blue bathing suit whose cups were too small to hold her plump breasts and bikini bottom that left nothing to the imagination from how small the triangular cloth was, that the sight left you blank for a few seconds until her words registered. “i’m here to cater to your every need for a reason.”
╰ you shook your head to try and rid yourself of your ongoing thoughts, assuming that she was probably on her way to the pool until you paused and cocked an eyebrow at the way she phrased her reasoning; not missing the double meaning behind her words and the subtle twitch of her lips that emphasized her innuendo. “every need?”
╰ all you received was the slight tilt of her head before jennie slowly strutted across the room until she stood a few inches away from you. her gaze flickered across your expression as if gauging for a single shred of resistance.
╰ you almost felt a slight shiver of anticipation run through your body at jennie’s forwardness and daring tone. your initial annoyance from your phone call had long melted into something else, a spark of curiosity tinged with a hint of danger.
╰ you look at jennie, studying her expression before asking, “and what makes you think i’d permit that kind of service from you?”
╰ jennie, seemingly unbothered by your demeanor, keeps her gaze fixed on you. “because,” she responds, her voice just a touch lower than usual, “i’ve seen the way you look at me. i know what you need, even if you won’t admit it.” stepping even closer, now within arm’s reach, she continued, “and i’m more than willing to provide it, if you let me.”
╰ despite used to being in control in all situations, you felt a rare flare of heat at jennie’s words. closing the remaining distance, your lips twitched upwards into a small chuckle as your fingers almost dug into her side while pulling her against you. “it’s highly inappropriate,” you say, voice and expression teasing. “i’m your superior and you’re my employee.”
╰ “and yet, here we are.” jennie leans in closer, her hands coming up to rest on your shoulders, a hint of a smile playing around her lips. “looks like some rules are waiting to be broken,” she whispers, her breath hot against your ear.
╰ without thinking your head dipped into the crook of her neck and latched on to the soft patch of skin. you heard her let out a surprised moan as you sucked a line of bruises down her throat, one hand gripping the back of her head while the other held her body against yours.
╰ jennie’s breathing was nowhere near normal right now as the one thing she'd been fantasizing about since you walked though the door had finally become a reality. her fingers ran through your hair and pushed your head further into the column of her neck, tilting her head back as you switched sides. “god, yes.”
╰ you chuckled, pulling away to sloppily kiss her lips, both hands slipping lower to cup and squeeze her plump ass. “you know,” you started. “i’ve had quite a stressful call and need a distraction.”
╰ jennie smiled slyly, slowly tugging the cups of her bikini top aside, revealing her full tits and stiff nipples that she cupped and jiggled softly. “is this distracting enough?”
╰ “it’ll do.” your eyes widened minutely, immediately reaching out to tweak her nipples and play with her breasts yourself as she pushed you backwards onto the edge of the bed and climbed onto your lap.
╰ you took advantage of the position, dipping down to take her left nipple in your mouth, fingers pinching and rolling the right one as you held her on your lap.
╰ jennie let out soft groans with every suckle and nip of your teeth against her hardened nipples, her eyes fluttering shut while she basked in the attention you were giving her tits. she could almost feel the way your self restraint was slipping away, your fingers getting rougher and tongue laving quicker over each breast until she passed the point of oversensitivity from each hasty movement.
╰ “fuck, don’t stop.” your fingers gripped and roamed jennie’s sides while she moaned breathlessly, holding her tits to your face as you switched between kissing and sucking both hypersensitive nipples.
╰ you could also feel the way her hips subtly ground against your lap, her back arching to press her mounds closer to your face while you laved between her breasts and littered occasional marks on the smooth skin.
╰ pulling away from her nipples with a final tug of your teeth, you cupped the back of her head and pressed your lips to hers in a needy kiss.
╰ her lips are soft but pressing, demanding, as she deepens the kiss. you can feel the heat of her body against yours and the way her hands grip at you, tongues intertwining.
╰ the world around you fades away for a moment, the only thing you’re aware of is the feel of her mouth and the taste of her that you couldn’t get enough of. or maybe it was just the greedy part of you that couldn't help but further wonder what the rest of her tasted like.
╰ jennie must have mirrored your thoughts because she pushed your shoulders until you laid flat on the bed; both of you a panting mess as she crawled up to your face and pushed her flimsy bikini bottoms aside, rendering you breathless at the sight.
╰ the first thing that caught your attention was how wet she was; clear strings of arousal smeared all over her swollen pink clit and folds. your fingers reached out to press against the nub, causing jennie to hiss softly and twitch her hips unconsciously. “careful. . . ‘m sensitive.”
╰ “i’ll try,” you say, palms grasping the tops of her thighs as she lowered herself slowly, while you raised your head slightly to give her throbbing clit an experimental kiss.
╰ as she grasped the sheets and sunk down onto your face, you didn’t waste time and buried your face between her legs as your firm grip on her thighs made sure she wouldn't move. your tongue licked a long stripe from her weeping slit up to her swollen bud. “fuck, you taste like heaven.”
╰ you watched jennie’s eyes roll back and flutter shut as you pushed your tongue into her tight entrance. her legs shook from the force of the invasion, her plush thighs locking your head between her legs while she humped your face.
╰ you sunk your fingers into the flesh of her ass as you sucked on her pussy like you hadn't eaten in days. your tongue flattens, running a languid circles around the sensitive area. your eyes flick up to her face as you watched every scrunch and twist of her expression.
╰ you’re practically salivating like a dog, wanting to taste her over and over again. the taste of her is like an addiction you can’t get enough of. and her reactions just add to the overall satisfaction you felt.
╰ jennie reached down to part her folds and press her hips further into your face, each needy whine of hers making the fire in your stomach burn brighter while you ran your tongue back and forth over her clit.
╰ your grip on her hip tightens, and you suck the skin into your mouth, tongue running over the nub again. you're almost desperate to make her come undone on your face. you give the skin one last gentle bite before pulling back. “you like that, princess?”
╰ you knew she was close from how her upper body slumped forward with her face buried in the sheets while mindlessly babbling muffled affirmations through her slacked jaw.
╰ it took a few more strokes of your tongue for her to let out a loud cry before your mouth flooded with her sweet juices, drinking every last drop of her essence despite the almost violent spasming of her hips against your face, gripping her thighs in place as you helped her ride out her orgasm.
╰ your lips and chin were drenched in a mix of your saliva and her juices when you finally pulled away from her swollen folds, jennie collapsing in a panting heap onto your hotel bed as you wiped your chin with a smirk.
╰ “tired already?” you straightened out, cracking your neck with a chuckle while watching jennie attempt to gather her wits. stalking to your suitcase, you pulled out a bottle of lube and a dildo, along with an extra belt of yours. “i hope not, because we’re just getting started. . .”
i just think we all deserve a jennie who's willing to be used for your mental health at any and all times 😩 i love that there's no hesitation and they just went down to business straight away too liekkk they're both confident women who know what they want yk???? i love itttt!!!!
PUBLISHED: 08-16-2024
WORDS: 1,448
TAGS: smut! hate sex! dubious consent?
SUMMARY: that scene was so gay and ngl the titties got to me lmao
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Yeon-jin scoffed, affronted. The nerve of this whore. Everything she carefully built in her life was going up in flames because of a girl who should’ve killed herself long ago, and here Hye-jeong was, lounging around in what was Yeon-jin’s territory with basically nothing on like the slut she was.
“I bought him this shirt. It looks better on him.” Yeon-jin asserted.
Hye-jeong stripped off the shirt and threw it at her face with no hesitation; Yeon-jin froze at the sheer audacity of the other woman.
“Here, all yours. We done?” Yeon-jin couldn’t believe it. Hye-jeong was standing in Jae-jun’s place, tits out, like she had all the right in the world to be here of all places.
Yeon-jin’s eyes were trained downward, away from Hye-jeong’s irritating face and the haughty expression on it. Eyes downward meant easy and unhindered access to Hye-ejong’s tits which stood as proud as their owner, Yeon-jin couldn’t help but stare — affronted. She’s having one of the shittiest days of her life and yet she still had this to deal with.
“Nice boob job.” Yeon-jin said, smirking, though she knew the annoyance was clearly displayed on her features — something she loathed that the other woman knew. She turned around with the smirk on her face still intact. She had taken one step until a perfect idea struck her. If she had to, she supposed she could spare some time to deal with Hye-jeong and her nice boob job. Just the thought of squeezing Hye-jeong’s tits until she squealed like the pig she was was enough to let Yeon-jin momentarily forget that her life was crumbling before her eyes, what more if she actually did it?
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You were lost. Both literally and metaphorically. Your girlfriend had invited you to come with her on one of her trips to Paris ahead of several fashion shows for brands she represented that she had to attend. The hotel you were staying in was the dictionary definition of opulent; inspired by Greek medieval imagery and tons, tons, and tons of gold. It would have been a bit gauche if not for the tasteful way everything was arranged, but that was besides the point.
Jisoo had gone out for a fitting, and you were left alone to navigate the big place all by yourself. You had planned to locate one of the hotel's spas to relax and pamper yourself before the promised date that would come just as she returns from whatever else it was she had to do today. Alas, it looks like you'd have to spend the time remaining apart from your girlfriend finding the way back to your hotel room.
"Hey there, is it your first time here?" An amused and heavily accented voice asked.
"It is, actually. Would you mind helping me? I've got a lovely date to prepare for, you see." you replied, turning to face the so-called stranger with a relieved smile on your face. There stood Jisoo behind you, smirking at your current predicament.
"Do you, now? Well if it's alright with your girlfriend, I'd love to help you get by, maybe have a good time while we're at it too." she winked. well, tried to.
"I'm sure she wouldn't mind." you said, linking arms with her and finally being in close enough proximity to smell her wonderful, and no doubt expensive as all hell, designer perfume. Even from your peripheral vision, your girlfriend looked quite unreal; regal and serene features that you could see owning and being so comfortable in such a place like this. If it wasn't for her leaning her head into your shoulder and seeing what a beautiful silhouette you two made inside the elevator's reflective interior, you would have let old insecurities rise to the surface. There was no chance to even think about being uncomfortable in any degree at all though, as a delicate and loving kiss was pressed upon your cheek once you were both alone in the hallway leading up to your room.
You once again found yourself marvelling at how you'd managed to catch the attention of such a woman, her ethereal profile outlined by the French afternoon sun's light. Then, she stumbled out of nowhere. She playfully glared at you as you tried to keep yourself from reacting to her clumsiness.
Beautiful, elegant, and ethereal girlfriend. But still quite human, you thought to yourself later, seated across from her with the hotpot boiling between you two as you watched her slurp up ramyeon like she hadn't had hotpot yesterday too.
thank youuu!!! believe meee andami ko sana gustong isulat kasama na si maloi dun pero hell weeks na namin pls 😭 masipag naman ako pero tambak parin ng deadlines HAHAHAH 😭 pag natapos na talaga term pramis hUHU 😓😤
➛ g!p maid julie x fem!reader
➛ 847 words
!!! adultery, creampie, squirting, multiple orgasms
➛ you have confronted your husband about checking out the maid, and now you confront the maid.
➛ A/N happy belated new year? lol i’ve been rediscovering some hobbies lately, hence writing has been on the back burner again. but i’ve updated the list of women i write for. if you have seen julie doing that part in ‘nobody knows’, then you’ll understand how i was possessed to write this. those clips have graced my tiktok fyp and ig explore page multiple times. i just had to. 😮💨
You couldn’t have been more wrong.
You’ve heard of the stories where a family will hire a young maid or nanny to care for the kids and the house while the parents work. Nannies aren’t needed because you don’t have kids, but you still have pets and a massive house that needs to be cared for. Hence the hiring of a maid who urgently needs some quick cash while she searches for bigger jobs.
Julie Han is a young woman straight out of college.
Straight out of a magazine too.
With the looks of a doll and the charm of a girl next door, Julie can easily have anyone wrapped around her finger.
Your cat, who’s wary of strangers, immediately took a liking to her. Your friends who have come over and met her have asked for her to watch their kids or animals as well. As envious as you are of the attention she gets, you can’t help but be one of the victims of her spell too.
You just can’t be heinous to someone who’s nice and goes the extra mile for your pets.
The stares from your husband that lingers a little too long on her don’t go unnoticed though. It’s hard to decipher Julie’s body language when she catches his gaze but you confront them separately because things will only escalate if you dismiss everything that is deemed small and insignificant. Some people masquerade their intentions well behind a blank or stone cold face, so you can never be too safe.
Your husband denies staring but Julie is more truthful.
Except you had it all wrong.
Julie’s hand is tightly clamped over your mouth, muffling your moans and cries as her cock hits in all the right places. The confrontation has led to you being shoved onto the bed and your flimsy loungewear being torn off by the woman who actually had eyes on you. You can’t risk your husband hearing the maid fucking his wife’s brains out as he’s showering right above her bedroom, but she knows how to wield what she has—a feat that he has yet to achieve.
The guilt lingers in your chest but your cunt drips for her. The sheets are soaked in your essence, courtesy of her skillful mouth and fingers that wouldn’t stop bringing you to orgasm. The more you try to persuade her to stop, the harder she goes on you.
Because you both know that you don’t want her to stop.
The water cuts off, leaving the residence to be engulfed in silence. The smacks of hips clashing with every fervent thrust is like a pin dropping, causing the tightness in your chest and the pit of your stomach to swell. Your clammy hands clutch at the crumpled sheets beneath you, your walls closing in on her as she fucks you harder. You don’t have the conscience to stop her because god, you want this.
You need this.
She grins, her long hair curtained over your face as she hovers closer to you.
“You think I want your lame husband?,” she snickers.
Your eyes squeeze shut as your back arches.
“You clearly don’t want him either.”
There is no cue given, but her demeaning words bring you to ecstasy. Your eyes roll back when her thumb on your pulsing clit works you into overdrive. Your body spasms beneath her, tremors coursing through your limbs as you gush around her cock, further soiling the sheets. You can vaguely hear your husband calling for you in the kitchen but all you can focus on is Julie’s cock drilling you, and the filthy squelches of your cunt accepting the abuse.
Your heart rate picks up as his voice gets progressively louder but she is clearly unbothered. She has other priorities to fill.
Like you.
She buries her face in your neck. With a whine and a tremble, you shudder as warmth fills you. A shallow thrust pushes her release deeper, reaching depths that can taint and break you—just as she intends to.
You sink back into the mattress with a quiet sigh when she pulls out. Your head feels at the mess that you’ve both caused—figuratively and literally.
The man that you have sworn your heart and life to is on the other side of the door, never expecting his wife to cheat on him with their maid. You have committed the very act that you swore you would raise hell about, and a part of you feels shameful about the hypocrisy.
On the other hand, Julie is proud of her work. She grins as her cum seeps out of you: a testament to prove that the man is not always wanted.
“You don’t need him,” she taunts as she slides back into you, harder than ever.
Your eyes widen as she raises your legs and folds them over your chest, testing your flexibility.
“This pretty pussy is mine.”
Your mouth falls open after she bottoms out.
“And she clearly agrees.”
Weak. Shameful. Needy.
You can’t argue with her. You can only accept that you’re terribly wrong.
Would you u rather bang all the members of bini or just one of them?
i'd rather a one on one bc i have my biases and also dndhsh i see the dynamics between older and younger members as too sister-like for me to imagine anything nonplatonic between them (for now? idk haha)
random but like... nayeon's working so hard these days i mean that choreography...... the song itself and how vocally demanding it is like...... she deserves to have her pussy ate u know??
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