leaky pipes // kim jennie x gp! plumber! reader
synopsis: jennie finds someone to fix her broken house and tend to her needs
warnings: 18+ smut, infidelity, mino (husband) mention, unprotected sex, praise kink, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, mommy kink, oral sex, handjob, slight dubcon (only if you squint), jen calls reader 'puppy' a lot, reader uses she/her/hers
word count: 9.6k
[8:16 am]
When Jennie signed a new lease for their new house, she did not expect to sign up for a disaster. She found this particular home from an online ad with her husband. What reeled them in was the cheap rent in this quiet neighborhood.
However, they failed to provide the details of why this house was so cheap.
Jennie opens the cabinet below the sink and finds the pipe creating a puddle of water. She had contacted the landlord about the issue, but he was no help. All he said was to call a plumber to have them fix it, and when she told her husband about it, he adamantly denied having a plumber over.
Her husband—the most insecure man on Earth—did not want a stranger, especially another man, inside their home. Jennie argued with him that either he fixes it or someone else does. The whole debate ended in an argument that resulted in him sleeping on the couch.
Jennie stomps over to the dining table where her husband sits, eating the breakfast she had cooked for him. He doesn’t acknowledge her until his phone is ripped out of his hands.
“What now, Jennie?” He huffs out an annoyed breath.
“Mino, we need to get the damn sink fixed! It’s been leaking for the past three days, and super glue won’t fix it!”
“It’s what the internet said.” Mino shrugs his shoulders like he has no fault in it.
“The internet is not reliable!” Jennie shouts.
“Fine, if you don’t want me to fix shit around here, call someone!”
“I’ve tried but you don’t want a man to come in here!”
“He could do something to you while I’m gone!”
“The plumber is just going to fix the stupid pipe! And stop being so insecure! If you’re here while a plumber is here, he won’t do anything to me.”
Mino sighs as he throws his fork on the plate. He removes the napkin from his lap and wipes his mouth clean. “I’m going to be late for work.” He tosses the dirty napkin onto the plate and retrieves his phone from Jennie’s hand.
“Why do you always do this?”
“Do what?”
“When we get into arguments, you always run away! You never want to finish it. Why do you keep running away from your problems?” Jennie accuses.
Shaking his head, Mino goes to the coat rack and grabs his jacket. “I’ll see you later. I might not come home for dinner, so don’t wait up.”
“What about the leaking faucet?!”
“Fix it yourself.”
The door slams shut.
Their marriage has been downhill lately. The first couple of years were great. They were young, energetic, and crazy in love. The lovebirds first met in middle school. Then, they became high school sweethearts. They even attended the same college, and shortly after, they tied the knot.
Jennie has been wanting to take it to the next level by wanting children. Mino does want kids, but not right now. He’s been saying that for the past three years. He wants to focus on his career more than ever. He claims that he needs to earn enough money to maintain kids because raising one in this economy is expensive. There’s a reason why they moved into this house: so they could have more space to expand their family. But there hasn’t been any progress.
Nowadays, it feels like a prison.
It feels like living with a stranger. The house is quiet and cold. Their sex life isn’t fun anymore. She can’t remember the last time she wore her wedding ring.
Jennie doesn’t know where it all went wrong.
She can mull over her failed marriage later. Right now, she needs to fix this damn faucet.
—
[9:20 am]
Since her landlord is no hope, Jennie takes it upon herself and goes online to research the best plumbing services in the area. She reads every positive review and terrible complaint to see which company appeals to her. Many of them provide excellent service and get the job done, with hardly any negative feedback except for those complaining about the plumbers taking too much time. She rolls her eyes at that. Not everything can be done in the blink of an eye, as much as she wants it to.
Jennie spins the wheel and selects a random plumbing company. This one seems trustworthy, and it has a lot of five-star reviews with the best customer satisfaction. She dials their phone number and hears the call ring for a couple of beats before they pick up on the spot.
“Hello! Thank you for calling [L/N]’s Elite Plumbers. How may I help you?”
“Um, hi.” Jennie quickly clears her throat. “I have a leaking pipe in my kitchen sink. It’s been like this for the past few days. Can you send someone over to fix it?”
“Yes, of course! Is it urgent? Or would you like to set the appointment for another day?”
“It would be great if you could come by later today.”
“Perfect. Just tell me your location, and I’ll send one of my employees over shortly.”
“That’s perfect, thank you.”
“You’re very welcome! It’s a pleasure helping you.”
Before she hangs up, Jennie provides them the house’s address and necessary information.
She has time to clean the house and make it look presentable before the plumber arrives.
Soon enough, the doorbell rings.
That must be the plumber…
When she opened the door, she expected a middle-aged man with a big gut and a thick beard.
However, she meets one of the prettiest women she has ever seen. The first thing she notices are her [e/c] eyes.
“Hello, ma’am,” the woman greets in a low, husky voice.
Jennie can only blink her eyes in silence. The woman is far younger and prettier than she had expected. Her [h/c] hair is tied back in a low ponytail, and her straight bangs frame her face, shadowed by the baseball cap. She wears a fitted white t-shirt and dark-washed, worn jeans. A utility belt is strapped to her hips, and a heavy toolbox is held by her slender hand.
And good lord, she is tall.
Taller than her husband.
She’s not the maintenance person, is she?
She’s too pretty for this job.
“My boss told me you had a broken faucet,” she informs. The deep timbre of her voice sends shivers down Jennie’s spine. Her [e/c] eyes narrow at the shorter woman for her long silence. “You’re Kim Jennie, right?”
No way.
Jennie clears her throat and snaps herself out of a daze before she creeps out the pretty plumber with her shameless ogling. “Uh, hello—yes, I am. Um, please come in,” she stammers, suddenly at a loss for coherent words. She steps aside and allows the [h/c]-haired woman to enter her home.
The tall plumber follows the brunette to the kitchen while looking around the modern and sleek decor of the living room.
“What’s your name?” Jennie asks.
“[Y/N] [L/N].”
In the kitchen, Jennie opens the cabinet where the culprit hides under the sink. “I’m not sure the exact problem that caused it. My husband tried fixing it with tape and super glue, but obviously, he’s an idiot,” she explains with a roll of her eyes.
[Y/N] chuckles as she sets the toolbox on the ground and kneels down to inspect the problem more closely. Water drips from the gaps formed in the pipe, which isn’t too much of a hassle to fix. “I can do it.”
When she looks up at Jennie, the brunette hitches her breath at the sudden position. Her heart skips a beat at the curious puppy eyes as her cheeks ablaze in furious red, and she has to look away before the plumber questions it.
“Y-You can start whenever you feel like it,” Jennie says, walking towards the breakfast bar. “I’ll be here in case you have any questions. I’ll be doing stuff on my laptop.”
[Y/N] hums as she twists the baseball cap around so the bill won’t get in the way of her work.
Jennie mindlessly surfs through the internet, all while a certain woman occupies her thoughts. She steals occasional peaks at the plumber over the edge of her laptop, studying how her long arms flex as they twist and turn the bolts on the pipe. She wishes to run her palms across the contours of her lean muscles and feel the bulging veins on her hands.
“Would you like anything to drink?” Jennie asks to distract her mind from turning something so nonchalant into something more dirty.
“Um, water is okay, please.”
Jennie grabs a cool water bottle from the fridge and hands it to the plumber, who takes it and flashes her a soft smile of gratitude. She stares back at [Y/N]’s face, which is lightly sweaty. And she is glowing, thanks to the sun ray from the living room window.
Her face is too pretty to not be on the cover of Vogue.
What the hell is she doing wasting that face card in a plumbing company?
She would love to have the honor to sit on her—
“So, uh… how long have you been doing this?” Jennie asks, aiming to make small talk to fill the silence.
“A year,” [Y/N] replies, sparing a glance at the brunette over her shoulder before she opens the water bottle and takes large gulps of it.
Jennie’s eyes are transfixed on [Y/N]’s throat bobbing as she drinks water. “Uh, where… where are you from? I’ve noticed you pronounce some words too different.”
“I’m originally from [place],” [Y/N] replies after wiping her mouth. “I moved here last year to help my father with his business. He owns the plumbing service company.”
“Do you have other dreams?”
“No. I’m only good for fixing pipes and providing other services,” [Y/N] answers with a smile.
Other services?
What does she mean by that?
Ugh, don’t overthink it, Jennie. You horny motherfucker.
Jennie swallows the saliva pooling in her mouth and clears her throat. “I’d assume you’d speak fluent Korean.”
[Y/N] hums in thought as she removes the broken pipe.
“Not exactly. My father wants me to practice, so he hired me as an apprentice to go to people’s houses and speak to them in Korean only.”
“Do you like your job?”
“It’s all I know what to do.”
Uh, no?
You can definitely be a full-time model.
About ten minutes later, [Y/N] pulls out from under the sink and tosses her tools in the box. She stands up and turns on the faucet to ensure no water leaks through the pipe. Once it’s cleared, she closes the cabinets and grabs her toolbox.
“There you go, Miss Kim. It should work.”
“Already?” Jennie questions, failing to mask her dejection as she sees the plumber preparing to leave.
Luckily, [Y/N] doesn’t catch on as she fixes her baseball cap and heads toward the front door. “It wasn’t going to take long.“
Jennie follows after her to the door. “Thank you for fixing it. I really appreciate you taking the time to come over here on short notice,” she says.
“No problem.”
“How much do I pay you?”
“You’ll get a bill in the mail later from the company.” [Y/N] bows her head. “If you have any more problems, please contact the company. Thank you.”
Oh, I will.
Jennie bids her farewell as she watches the plumber jump in the white van with the company’s logo plastered on the side of it. The van drives down the street, and Jennie is left with a master plan brewing in her head.
—
Jennie has never paid attention to how many problems her house had regarding pipes and electricity. The faucet in the kitchen was the main problem, but now that was fixed, Jennie tried to find other issues as an excuse to bring the plumber back.
She went on a hunt.
And boy, did she find plenty.
For starters, summer is around the corner, which means they will be using the air conditioner to keep the house cool. She turned it on briefly to see how cold the air could get. Not as cold as she wanted, and the damn thing would make weird noises like it was going to explode.
So, there’s one.
Another issue was the shower’s water pressure. It’s a little picky of her because it works just fine, but not at the level she wants. By the time she would finish showering, the water would take forever to drain.
Two for two.
It just so happens that the refrigerator keeps shutting down.
Going for three.
Finally, the last one was the washing machine. It’s not entirely dysfunctional, but it’s on the verge of breaking down.
Jackpot.
There are so many maintenance requests to keep the hot plumber visiting her home while her husband is gone.
It’s borderline dangerous for both Jennie and [Y/N].
For starters, Jennie can’t keep her hormones in check and wants to keep drooling over [Y/N] as she fixes her home. She’s like a cat in heat, playing with her prey before she goes in for the kill. Her marriage is already down the road for divorce, so why not have a little fun?
But then it has her thinking about whether [Y/N] is comfortable with being ogled like some piece of meat. Jennie has never had a thought of flirting with an employee and throwing suggestive comments here and there. She really hopes that [Y/N] won’t send another plumber in her place if she does get uncomfortable.
The last thing she wants is to be sued for sexual harassment and a restraining order on her records.
Oh, well.
If she has to serve time in jail to be away from her lazy husband, then so be it.
Or maybe [Y/N] won’t act upon it since she’s afraid of Jennie filing a complaint for unprofessional behavior and getting her fired.
But that won’t happen.
Unable to shake off the excitement in her bones, Jennie dials the plumbing company’s phone number again. After two rings, someone picks up and Jennie informs them about the air conditioner’s inability to cool the room. The employee lets her know that their plumber will be on their way.
Jennie prays to whoever is up there that it’ll be the [h/c]-haired female plumber.
A few knocks on the door interrupt her daydream.
Skipping over to the door, she looks through the peephole and sighs in relief.
Thank the lord!
Jennie opens the door and flashes her best smile. “Hi, good to see you again.”
“Likewise. What seems to be the problem this time, ma’am?” [Y/N] asks in her usual monotone voice.
My sex life.
“The shower head isn’t working properly,” Jennie replies. “And please call me ‘Jennie.’ I feel old when you call me ma’am.”
[Y/N] nods her head. “Understood.”
Jennie leads the plumber to the personal bathroom in her bedroom. She suddenly becomes hyperaware of how messy it is, thanks to her lazy husband’s morning routine. Dried specks of water and toothpaste cover the mirror, his shaving gel is thrown carelessly by the sink, his razor has bits of hair stuck to it, and his used towels and dirty clothes scatter the tiled floor.
Not a good impression.
Jennie’s face burns in embarrassment as she starts cleaning up the place to make room for the plumber. “I’m so sorry for the mess. It’s my husband. I swear I’m cleaner.”
[Y/N] purses her lips and awkwardly nods in reassurance. “It’s fine.”
Jennie throws the garments in the hamper and tries to clean the best she can. It won’t matter since [Y/N] isn’t here to critique her bathroom interior; she’s here to fix the drains.
“What part of the shower head is bothering you?”
“The pressure isn’t the best, and the tub fills up too quickly. It takes forever for the water to drain.”
[Y/N] nods and opens her toolbox. “Okay. I can fix it.”
“In the meantime, do you want water and snacks?” Jennie offers.
“You don’t have to, but I’d appreciate it,” she replies.
Say less.
In the kitchen, Jennie goes through a routine of making the best snack plate for her plumber. She cuts up fruits, adds crackers and cookies, and organizes them like they’re from a five-star restaurant. When she returns to the bedroom, [Y/N] is setting out the tools she needs for this task on the sink counter.
“I’ll leave them on the bed since I don’t think you’d want to eat in the bathroom,” Jennie says.
[Y/N] chuckles. “Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll eat them once I’m done here.”
“And here’s some water in case you get thirsty,” Jennie adds as she hands her a plastic bottle.
“Thank you.” [Y/N] smiles and sets the water bottle aside.
Jennie watches intently from the bed as the plumber works on the shower, completely oblivious to the shameless eye-fucking. [Y/N] reaches over her head to work on unscrewing the bolts on the shower head, which causes her shirt to ride up. The glorious sight of her toned stomach is exposed for Jennie to admire like a schoolgirl crushing on her.
Imagine grinding against those…
As Jennie sparks up another conversation, she learns a lot more about the plumber in a short amount of time. [Y/N] grew up as an only child and was raised by her father. Her mother disappeared when she was barely a toddler for unknown reasons. Her father moved to South Korea, but she stayed back an extra few years in [place] since she wasn’t ready to leave her hometown. However, when there was nothing left to do there, she moved here to help her father with his plumbing company.
Jennie tries to pry more into [Y/N]’s interests and hobbies, especially her dating life. [Y/N] claims she doesn’t have a lot of pastimes. She is normal like everyone else: she stays at home, watches some television, and sleeps. As for her love life, she says she doesn’t have time for relationships. She’s not opposed to hooking up with other people once in a while, but her job is her priority.
Bingo.
That’s all Jennie needed to know.
She focuses exclusively on her slender hands, especially her long fingers. The muscles on her arms flex as she tightens the bolts to reattach the shower head.
All Jennie can think about is pushing the plumber against the wall and kissing her. She wants to grab [Y/N]’s calloused hand and shove it down her pants. She wants [Y/N] to play with her pussy and cover her beautiful fingers in her slick.
Curiously, her eyes drift down to her jeans and notice a slight bulge around the crotch area. It’s not like [Y/N] is wearing the tightest jeans ever to exist, but they’re also not too loose on her either; almost like a perfect fit. And she knows for a fact that it’s not a wrench in her pocket.
This sick game has gotten so much better.
[Y/N] is the key to granting her wish.
As sick as it sounds, she’s going to become a mother one way or another, even if it involves a stranger.
Eventually, [Y/N] finishes her task much quicker than Jennie thought. Jennie doesn’t question it when she watches [Y/N] pour some weird liquid down the bathtub and the sink drain. The plumber quickly cleans up her mess and puts her tools back in the box.
Fun time is over…
[Y/N] leaves the bathroom and heads for the snack plate. “Miss—uh,” she clears her throat and corrects herself, “Jennie, I’m all done here. Don’t use the shower or the bathroom sink for about an hour. The liquid I used is breaking down whatever is blocking the drains.”
“Okay.” Jennie smiles, watching her devour the snacks.
“I know it’s inevitable, but try not to let all the hair down the drain,” [Y/N] advises as she eyes the razor on the sink. “Clean up what you can and throw them in the trash.”
“Gotcha, thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I hope you had a good experience.” [Y/N] bends her body forward into a bow.
You have no idea.
[Y/N] is about to head toward the front door when the brunette calls out her name.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” Jennie exclaims.
[Y/N] raises her eyebrow at her.
“Do you have time? If you don’t, you can come back another day.”
“What’s the problem?”
“My fridge—it keeps shutting down. I don’t know if it’s the electricity or the whole thing isn’t working, but I’m worried about the food. I don’t want anything to spoil if the fridge won’t keep it cool.”
Please stay, please stay, please stay.
[Y/N] glances at the clock on the stove and makes a quick decision. “I have time.”
Perfect.
Time to play chess.
—
After that day, Jennie asked to exchange numbers with the plumber so she wouldn’t have to keep calling the company all the time, and she could have [Y/N] on speed dial. Finding no issue, [Y/N] agreed and shared contact info with the kind brunette. She’s already acquainted with Jennie, so it’s no big deal. Besides, she doesn’t want any other plumber to steal her client.
Then, [Y/N] started wondering if it was a good idea to exchange phone numbers.
Jennie would find any minor thing to have the female plumber come to her house. She would say lights keep flickering, the kitchen drawers can’t open, the garden hose keeps spurting brown water, the oven light won’t turn on, the microwave won’t beep when the food is ready, and the television has turned into different shades of colors.
While the excuses are silly and easily fixable, [Y/N] doesn’t find any harm. She’ll grab her toolbox, put on her baseball cap, and drive to Jennie’s house in no time. Her bank account is soaring, and she gets to spend time with the friendly brunette.
[Y/N] doesn’t have a lot of friends here, so it’s nice to chat with Jennie to make up for the loneliness back home. A lot of her clients don’t spark conversation with her. They leave her alone so she can work in peace and kick her out once the job’s done.
But Jennie is very kind. She’s always asking about her personal life and what she likes to do in her free time. Jennie even offers to make snacks and accompany her as [Y/N] fixes her broken home. She figures Jennie must also be lonely since her husband is always at work. She mentioned that she barely gets to go out with her friends because her husband is skeptical about them.
[Y/N] doesn’t know a lot about her husband since Jennie hardly ever talks about him, besides the fact that he’s a ‘lazy ass motherfucker’ who prefers to be at work or drink at the nearest bar to avoid his wife. She gets the feeling that Jennie isn’t loved or appreciated as much as she wants to be. She barely knows what he looks like, as little to no picture frames hang around the house.
Sounds like a lonely, one-sided marriage.
At some point, she thought Jennie was flirting with her. Maybe she is, and [Y/N] is too oblivious to it. Jennie would throw some comments with innuendos here and there. Each time Jennie opened the door, her outfits became more and more revealing to the eye. But, of course, [Y/N] wouldn’t think much of it as she worked on her tasks.
The sun is starting to make its way up the sky, and it’s already blazing the whole town. Today is supposed to be the hottest day of the summer. There’s a long list of clients who need their a/c fixed by noon, so the company has sent all their maintenance men to work.
Jennie is lucky to be the first on that list since she had sent her request much earlier—to [Y/N], specifically.
[Y/N] is about to raise her hand to knock on the door, but it opens before her fist can touch it.
And it’s not Jennie.
It’s a man in a suit just on his way out.
“Um, hey? Who are you?” he asks, looking at her skeptically. “Wait, are you the plumber? The one that’s been fixing things?”
The tall girl nods her head. “Yes.”
“A woman, finally!” Mino exasperates. “In that case, I’m heading to work. I’m kinda running late. My wife is gonna be home if you have any questions, and she can pay you once you’re done.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Thanks!” Mino briskly walks past her and jumps in his car.
So, that’s the sleazy husband.
How did that pull Jennie?
[Y/N] shouldn’t be quick to judge. He must have a high-paying job with a good reputation. But why the hell are they living in this janky home in this part of town?
“Thank God you’re here!”
[Y/N] faces forward again and widens her eyes at what welcomes her.
Oh, Jesus, indeed.
The sight before her is something [Y/N] never thought she’d be prepared for.
Jennie looks like she had rolled out of bed and sprinted to the door without a second thought. The v-line of her tank top is low enough to show her cleavage—no bra whatsoever. She didn’t even bother to put on a pair of shorts over her black panties. A sliver of her stomach peeks through as the hem of her tank top rides up when she ties her hair back in a high ponytail.
[Y/N] swallows hard and forces herself to rip her eyes away from her chest. “Uh, hello, Jennie. W-What seems to be the problem today?” She already knows why she’s here, but her brain is going into overdrive, forcing itself into customer service mode as she says her lines automatically.
“It’s going to get hot later, and I want to use the a/c before the house becomes an oven, but the stupid thing won’t work. Can you fix it?” Jennie asks coyly, pouting her lips and batting her eyelashes at the plumber.
“Uh-huh… I-I mean—” [Y/N] snaps out of her daze and puts on her nonchalant facade. “Yeah, okay. I’ll get to work.”
That’s the first time she has ever heard [Y/N] stutter.
It’s cute.
She wants to hear [Y/N] become flustered and a whiny mess.
Later, Jen.
Foreplay first.
Jennie brings her to the living room’s window, where the air conditioner is struggling to blow air while leaking at the same time. [Y/N] grabs the remote and pushes some buttons, but the noises sound even worse.
“You’re overworking the system. You set the temperature too low, and it’s too hot outside, which overwhelms the machine,” [Y/N] explains in her professional voice. “You also need to turn it off once in a while so it doesn’t overheat. Plus, the power in your house will go out if it’s being used too much.”
Jennie nods along, even though she doesn’t know what the hell she is talking about.
“I’ll clean up here and fix the AC quickly.”
Jennie rakes her eyes over the plumber and chews on her bottom lip, liking what she sees. Since it’s hot today, [Y/N] is wearing a loose muscle tee tucked in her jean shorts. Her long legs look gorgeous and definitely model-like. She can picture this (not so) little loser strutting down the runways, captivating the whole world into the palm of her hand.
Anyways, before her mind can go off the rails, she recomposes herself and plasters a warm smile. “You want some snacks and water?” Jennie asks like she always does.
“I’d appreciate it, thank you.” [Y/N] nods her head and proceeds to work on the AC.
Before she does that, Jennie goes to the bedroom to touch up on her appearance.
It’s been hot all week, so she’s been wearing little to no clothing. Their a/c broke down last night, engulfing them in an overwhelming, thick blanket of humidity. It almost drove Jennie insane to the point she was about to give a quick call to [Y/N] at two in the morning, but she held back.
Jennie adds some makeup to make herself look more presentable and eye-catching. She decides to her hair down again and tousles it to bring out its volume. Even though it’s very hot, the AC will turn on again soon. She looks at her stomach and unconsciously holds it, imagining how a pregnancy belly would look on her.
Soon, Jennie.
You’ll have it soon…
She turns her body in the mirror and approves of her ass looking great in these panties.
Is it bad to say that she bought these with [Y/N] in mind?
Seriously, she went online shopping and added a whole new collection to her closet in hopes of seducing the younger girl. Every time the plumber visited, she would wear her clothes and ask for her opinions. [Y/N] would compliment them and all, but they weren’t enough to make her jump Jennie’s bones.
Those plans failed, as expected.
It also doesn’t help that her husband has been begging for sex, but she hasn’t been in the mood for it—with him, more specifically.
Jennie retrieves a plate of snacks and a cool water bottle for the maintenance woman. “How’s it going?” she asks after joining the scene by the window.
“Doing alright,” [Y/N] answers quietly without bothering to turn her head like she always does when Jennie directs a question at her.
“When do you think this will be done?”
“Um, hopefully in less than an hour.”
“It’s okay. I don’t want to rush you, so take your time. After all, I enjoy your company,” Jennie flirts as her voice drops low and sultry, causing the younger girl to stiffen. She giggles when she notices [Y/N]’s hands shake and the tip of her ears burn red. That lets her know she’s having a great effect on her.
[Y/N] swallows hard and bobs her head. “Uh, thank you…”
[Y/N] fixes the air conditioner in silence while Jennie sits by the couch in a posture that makes her gaze linger. She quickly shakes her head and redirects her concentration on the window unit. Jennie catches a bead of sweat dripping down the slope of [Y/N]’s neck, and she oh so badly wants to lick it away.
God, she needs to fuck this plumber today.
She has been pent up all week that she’s desperate for a release.
Not just an orgasm but some mind-blowing sex, too.
Eventually, [Y/N] grabs the remote and presses the button. The air conditioner doesn’t make a sound of protest as it starts to blow refreshing cool air. The living room starts to cool down, but the heat in Jennie’s body is still simmering.
“All good, Jennie,” [Y/N] says, looking everywhere but in Jennie’s direction. “Remember what I told you?”
“Yeah, yeah. How about you take a break for a minute? You’ve been working so hard,” Jennie pleads, prancing over to the taller girl. “Do you have somewhere to be?”
[Y/N] has to go to other clients’ homes to fix their ACs, but she’s pretty sure her coworkers have it under control. “Not necessarily,” she mutters, scratching her warm cheek.
“Then, sit.” Jennie grabs [Y/N]’s hand and pulls her toward the couch. She spins her around and pushes her down to sit by her shoulders. She’s being assertive and needy, but she could care less. “Stay here. I’ll get you more snacks.”
[Y/N] obliges and stays put like an obedient dog, her fingers nervously playing with each other. She glances toward the kitchen and finds Jennie at the fridge, bending down and providing an unforgettable view of her ass. Gulping, [Y/N] hastily looks away and focuses on her bouncing knee instead. The cold air in the room is doing nothing to calm down the rising heat in her core.
Jennie returns with another bottle of water and a second plate full of snacks. She sets them on the coffee table and plops down right next to [Y/N].
So close that she can smell her Chanel perfume.
Clearing her throat, [Y/N] grabs the water and twists the cap open. Some of it spills on her lap from how hard she squeezes the plastic bottle. Jennie notices her hand trembling as [Y/N] drinks the water.
She’s making her nervous.
Good.
“I-It’s getting cold here. Don’t you… don’t you want to, uh… put more clothes on?” [Y/N] stammers, setting the water bottle back on the coffee table. She grabs a couple of snacks to throw into her mouth.
“Why would I?” Jennie inquires, a bit too stern than she had intended. “It’s my house.”
[Y/N] exhales a shaky breath. “Right, s-sorry. I didn’t mean to sound rude...”
“It’s okay, baby.”
As the pet name slips from her mouth, [Y/N] crosses one leg over the other and continuously scratches at a spot behind her ear.
“How are you feeling, [Y/N]?”
“Hot…” [Y/N] mumbles absentmindedly, and then she perks her head up in surprise. “I-I mean, it’s hot in here. Actually, no. It was hot, but it’s cold now. My body’s still getting used to the temperature.”
Jennie giggles uncontrollably at her nervous rambling. She puts her hand on [Y/N]’s bare knee and rubs her thumb along her skin, which has [Y/N] zeroing her gaze on it. “Calm down. I’m not gonna bite you.”
Unless you want me to.
Jennie scoots closer until their shoulders touch, and she can hear [Y/N] struggling to steady her heavy breaths. She slowly trails her long nails over [Y/N]’s thigh but doesn’t go too far as she brings them back down her knee. She can feel her skin rise, and it’s definitely not from the cold air.
“Are you uncomfortable with me, [Y/N]?” Jennie gradually leans into her space.
[Y/N] gulps hard. “…no.”
Good, good.
This is progressing just how Jennie expected it to.
“Do you think I’m attractive?”
“You are pretty, yes.”
Jennie grabs her hand and places it on her own thigh, a little too close to her ass. [Y/N] hitches her breath and bites on her tongue. “Don’t be shy. You can touch me.”
“O-Okay…”
Jennie drags her finger from [Y/N]’s jawline down to her chin, only to have her grab it and force [Y/N] to face her. But her [e/c] eyes are directed somewhere else, still intimidated to meet the brunette’s gaze.
“Look at me,” Jennie demands in a soft whisper.
“Ma’am, you’re married.”
She grips the back of [Y/N]’s neck and leans in until the tip of their noses are centimeters apart. “I don’t care. And I told you to stop calling me that, didn’t I?” Jennie reprimands with an arched brow, digging her nails into the nape. A twisted grin quirks her lips when [Y/N] tries to silence her little whimper of pain.
“I-I’m sorry…” [Y/N] stammers, her eyes snapping forward to finally connect with Jennie’s fiery feline eyes.
“There we go, puppy,” Jennie praises in delight.
[Y/N] eases a little bit as the older woman softens her hold.
“Can I kiss you?” Jennie asks, tucking a loose strand of [h/c] hair behind her ear.
Her [e/c] eyes flit down to her glossy, plump lips, puffs of hot air slipping past the seam. [Y/N] nibbles on the inside of her mouth, eager to find out what Jennie tastes like and how it feels.
“A-Are you sure? What about your husband?”
“I’ve told you that I don’t give a fuck about him anymore.”
“But he—”
“He won’t be home until five, and since it’s Friday, he’ll spend it at the bar.”
The reassurance somewhat calms [Y/N]’s nerves, yet she is still scared to make a move.
“I-I don’t want to… want to, umm… risk my—”
“You don’t want to lose your job?” Jennie finishes for her with a fake pout.
[Y/N] meekly nods.
“Don’t worry, baby. I don’t kiss and tell.” Jennie quickly straddles her lap and settles her clothed core on the tent in her jean shorts, causing the latter’s hips to instinctively buck at the mere contact. Her hooded eyes stare at the jittery plumber as she feels her breathing get heavier. “So, can I?”
Blinking rapidly, [Y/N] answers softly, “Yes, please.”
Jennie melts at her gentle tone.
So polite.
Wasting no time, Jennie presses her lips over hers in a soft kiss. [Y/N] tastes better than she thought—feels so much softer than her imagination depicted. She can taste the sweet snacks she ate earlier and her cherry chapstick. Craving for more, Jennie prods her tongue against the seam of her mouth, asking to be let in.
Like the good puppy she is, [Y/N] opens her mouth and allows Jennie’s tongue to slip inside and explore every inch of it. Her trembling palms roam up her thighs and come around to grope her ass; they’re cold against her warmth.
Jennie crosses her fingers behind [Y/N]’s nape to keep her locked in place. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this,” she moans into her mouth.
“M-Me too,” [Y/N] replies between kisses.
Jennie pulls away after a minute, staring intently at the panting girl whose pupils are blown wide and cheeks are burning red. “Every time I touch myself, I think of you. I imagine you fucking my pussy with your cock. Even when I cum, I say your name out loud.”
[Y/N]’s mind goes haywire at her vulgar words, the throbbing in her shorts intensifying to the point of pain.
“Do you think about me?” Jennie asks cutely, her fingers playing with [Y/N]’s hair on the back of her neck.
“All the time,” [Y/N] replies breathlessly, squeezing her ass again. A moan punches out of her when Jennie calculates a hard roll against her cock.
Satisfied with her answer, Jennie softly bites the column of her neck and scrapes her teeth over her sensitive skin, hard enough to induce reddened lines. Her cute puppy squirms underneath her, feeling the vibrations of her whine bubbling out of her throat as she sucks a deep mark to brand her. The hands on her thighs tighten at the harsh suction, unable to hold back her noises when Jennie’s tongue drags along her neck. It isn’t as sweaty as before, but Jennie can still taste the saltiness, which drives her a little mad.
Jennie grinds her panty-clad pussy onto her aching cock and moans heavily on the ticklish spot on the younger girl’s neck. She rubs her hand down [Y/N]’s chest, and she can feel her heart pounding at least three times faster than usual. Her cunt lets out a huge amount of slick that seeps through her panties and smears all over [Y/N]’s shorts. The friction becomes smoother as she grinds harder and faster to chase her own pleasure.
Growling under her breath, [Y/N] grabs her hips and guides her movements by moving her faster and pressing her down further. Jennie is such a tiny little thing—so easy to manhandle. But the dominance radiating off this woman would bring the biggest and toughest wrestlers to their knees.
“You’re so big. I can feel it,” Jennie moans hotly, applying more pressure on the bulge.
[Y/N]’s lips quiver as whines spill out of her throat.
Jennie can tell she wants to say something but is too shy to spit it out. “What is it? What’s on your mind?” she encourages.
[Y/N] shifts under her intense gaze, trying to relieve some of the tension in her shorts. “Can I… can I, um…?” Her speech is broken, interrupted by breathy sighs.
“Tell me, puppy,” Jennie probes with a gentle hum, pulling back to look at her.
[Y/N] swallows hard and mumbles out in one breath, “CanIeatyouout?”
Jennie giggles and rakes a hand through her [h/c] hair. “Say it one more time, and do it properly.”
“Can I eat you out, please?” [Y/N] asks, not forgetting to add a ‘please’ at the end, just in case Jennie reprimands her for being rude.
“See? That wasn’t so hard, puppy. And you’re so polite, too.” Jennie scratches behind her ear like she would do to a dog. She grins wickedly when [Y/N] naturally turns her head and leans into her touch, begging for more scratches. “Get on your knees.”
On command, [Y/N] slides off the couch and kneels before the brunette between her spread legs. Her hands are politely placed on her knees as she looks up at her with her adorably wide puppy eyes. Her chest rises as she anticipates Jennie’s next command.
So freaking adorable.
Jennie makes a mental reminder to go online and buy a collar with a personalized tag and a leash for her new plaything.
“Go ahead, puppy. Make Mommy feel good.”
Jennie grins widely at the guttural whine squeezing past [Y/N]’s throat at the new title.
“And take your time. I don’t want you to rush anything.”
[Y/N] nods in compliance, licking her lips in anticipation.
Taking a deep breath, [Y/N] leans forward and starts to trail soft kisses on Jennie’s inner thigh, slowly making her way up to her core. The closer she gets, the stronger her scent gets, which leaves her mouth salivating. The tip of her nose nudges against her clothed clit as she breathes in the smell of pure sex and citrus body wash.
[Y/N] peels down her panties and becomes mesmerized by the way her slick sticks between the fabric and her pussy. Once she pulls them off her legs, she stares at her glistening folds with her clit peeking out.
“Do you like what you see?” Jennie hums as she reaches down and spreads her puffy lips with her fingers.
“Very much.” [Y/N] licks her lips hungrily. “Why are you so wet?”
“Because I like you,” she giggles. She coats her fingers in her wetness and spreads it across the younger girl’s lips. [Y/N] immediately opens her mouth and takes them in, licking and sucking them clean.
“Tastes so good,” [Y/N] moans once the older woman takes out her fingers.
“C’mon, puppy. Your treat is waiting for you.” Jennie spreads her legs even further for her viewing pleasure.
[Y/N] places Jennie’s leg over her shoulder to keep her wide open and strokes her other leg with her free hand. She dives forward and gives an experimental lick across her wet slit, moaning lowly at the addicting taste from the source.
Jennie lets out a torrent of moans at [Y/N]’s eager actions, lapping and kissing her pussy like she hasn’t eaten in forever. Her tongue would tease her clenching hole before licking back up to draw patterns on her swollen clit.
“Mmmm, so good, baby…” Jennie mewls, her toes curling.
Spurred by the endless praises, [Y/N] sticks her tongue into her sopping hole and lightly grazes the hard nub with her teeth, moaning against her cunt when her walls squeeze around the pink muscle. Above her, the brunette arches her back as another high-pitched moan breaks into the air. Jennie’s hand digs into her [h/c] hair and holds onto it as leverage, nails scratching at her scalp.
[Y/N] wraps her big hands around her tiny waist and yanks Jennie closer until her ass is on the edge of the couch. She sucks the sensitive nub between her lips and flicks at it will her tongue.
“Ohh, fuck! That’s sooo good, puppy… so, so good, hah… fuck, like that… God—fuck!” Jennie chants like a mantra, tugging on her hair with each lick. The heels of her feet prod at [Y/N]’s shoulder blades, urging her impossibly closer as she brings her to the edge of glory.
[Y/N] sticks two longer fingers into her tight cunt and pumps them in and out diligently while sucking on her clit. She nips on her folds and adds a third finger once Jennie loosens a little for her. She’s glad her fingers are long because she’s able to reach the deepest part of her cunt and abuse her g-spot with each thrust.
Jennie writhes as her head falls back, her eyes rolling to the back of her skull. Her thighs threaten to clamp around [Y/N]’s head, but the latter has a firm hand on the back of her knee to keep her spread open.
“Fuck, fuck, [Y/N]—fuck, I’m gonna—God!”
The sounds Jennie makes only encourage her to keep eating her out while finger-fucking her. [Y/N] ignores the cramp in her jaw and the pain in her wrist as she focuses on bringing Jennie over the edge.
“M’so close, puppy,” Jennie whines, grinding her pussy against her face.
When her gaze flits down to look at the younger girl, the coil in her stomach tightens at the sight alone. One hard flick of her wrist and a rough suction on her clit has Jennie seeing stars. A shriek breaks through the air as her body tenses before the band in her core snaps. Her sweet taste squirts into [Y/N]’s mouth as her body convulses against the couch, her hips bucking uncontrollably.
[Y/N] suckles on her clit and slows down the pace of her fingers as she fucks her through the remainder of her orgasm, slowly grounding her. When she pulls back entirely from her pussy, she peers at the older woman while rubbing her thighs to soothe her. Her cat eyes are unfocused and half-lidded, and her bottom lip is swollen from all the biting.
As she recovers, Jennie looks down at her puppy, the lower half of her face glistening in her sticky juices and saliva. Her twitchy hand falls from her hair and moves to cup her cheek, softly giggling when [Y/N] rubs against her palm. Her thumb trails over [Y/N]’s cheekbone in a loving gesture.
“You’re such a good puppy for Mommy, you know that? You did so well,” she murmurs. “A messy eater, too, but I like that.”
The younger girl beams at her paise, her imaginary tail wagging like crazy behind her.
Her husband is never attentive like that. He’s too sloppy and rushes things to get to his turn quicker. Not to mention that he also busts a nut in less than two minutes flat, leaving Jennie disappointed and dry.
Jennie tugs [Y/N]’s muscle tee over her head and uses it as a rag to clean her face from her release. [Y/N] blushes at the motherly gesture, sitting patiently while Jennie coos at her. “There, all clean.”
“Thank you, mmm… mmmooo—fuck…” [Y/N] curses under her breath, embarrassment assaulting her cheeks. She waits for the older woman to reprimand her, but instead, Jennie giggles at her pathetic attempt.
“You’re still too shy to call me that, huh?”
[Y/N] nods meekly. “S-Sorry…”
“Don’t worry, puppy. We’ll take it slow. I’ll break you in little by little,” Jennie says. “Stand up.”
In half a second, [Y/N] scrambles to her feet. She stands much taller than Jennie had anticipated. Her eye level matches with her crotch.
Her soft palms run them up and down [Y/N]’s lean torso, feeling the grooves of her gaunt ribcage and the tight muscles of her fit abdomen. Jennie spreads her fingers over her breasts, which are still covered by her bra. It’s a nice massage as a reward for pleasing her so well, and she learns that [Y/N] isn’t too ticklish either.
“Do you work out a lot? Or were you just blessed by genetics?” Jennie quips.
“Um, my job requires a lot of activity... and I’m naturally like this, so both, I guess,” [Y/N] answers, scratching her cheek.
Soon, Jennie’s hands skim down to the waistband of her jean shorts, where the elastic band of her underwear peeks out. Of course, her hungry eyes can’t miss the straining erection that’s begging to be freed. She rubs the shape of her cock over the rough fabric and gives it a firm squeeze. [Y/N] hisses as her hips jerk at the touch. There’s a damp spot where the tip of her cock shoulder, the material darker than usual.
“Let’s get you out of these, hm?” Jennie unbuckles the utility belt first and tosses it to the side. Then, she unbuttons her shorts and pulls down the zipper so slowly that [Y/N] starts to breathe faster.
Jennie’s palm rubs her clothed dick slowly. She can feel it grow impossibly harder and bigger. Her mouth is producing an excessive amount of saliva like some pervert. It’s so thick and heavy. She can’t wait to have it inside her.
“How often do you fuck around?” Jennie asks, her eyes glancing up at the flushed plumber.
[Y/N]’s eyebrows meet in the middle, her eyes becoming unfocused and glazed at the pleasure building up in her core. “I-I don’t know… once in a while…”
Jennie gives an impassive hum. When she yanks her briefs down, her weeping cock slaps against her stomach. It’s a deep shade of red, so close to exploding. The longer Jennie stares at it, the more fidgety [Y/N] gets. The flushed tip produces endless beads of precum, drooling down her length as it throbs violently.
“Ooh, baby. You’re leaking,” Jennie teases with a sly giggle. She spits in her hand and wraps her small fingers around her thick girth. “I guess it’s my turn to fix that.”
“No, you don’t have to…” [Y/N] mutters, choking on a moan when Jennie squeezes her shaft.
“But I want to,” Jennie presses sternly. “That’s why Mommy’s here, to help you.”
[Y/N] gulps harshly and bites on the thin skin behind her hand, flushing at the way her cock looks bigger in Jennie’s small hold. Jennie uses her other hand to massage the mushroom tip with her palm while stroking her shaft. She teases the slit, and [Y/N] impatiently fucks herself into Jennie’s fist. She watches the way her cockhead peeks out every time she thrusts forward.
“Do you like that, pup?”
[Y/N] nods rapidly, her hands gripping her [h/c] hair at the scalp. “Yes… It feels—ah, feels so good.”
When Jennie gives a kitten lick to the sensitive head, [Y/N] doubles over and wheezes. Her hand shoots out to grip onto the back of the couch before she loses her balance. A deep groan rips out of her as the brunette starts to fondle with her balls.
[Y/N] is getting dangerously close to her orgasm.
“W-Wait, Jen, stop—I want to, God—want to…”
“Want to what, pup?” Jennie questions, gently squeezing the twin sacks.
“I want to fuck you, please…” [Y/N] whines out, her eyebrows arched up. “Don’t wanna cum like this…”
“C’mere.” Jennie lays down on the couch as [Y/N] moves on top of her, occupying the space between her legs. She loops her arms around [Y/N]’s neck and forces her down, mashing her lips against hers for another needy kiss.
[Y/N] reaches down between them and holds her dick to position it right at her entrance. She rubs the tip against her clenching hole, shallowly prodding at it before sliding up and down her slit.
Jennie throws her head back and groans exasperatedly, “[Y/N]…! Hurry up!”
“Umm, what about protection?”
“It’s fine, I’m on the pill,” Jennie babbles hastily, lifting her hips to push her cock in. Technically, she stopped taking those pills last month, but [Y/N] doesn’t need to know that.
“A-Ah, okay…”
“Unless… can you get someone pregnant?”
[Y/N] scrunches her eyebrows in the cutest way possible; it makes Jennie’s heart explode. “M-Maybe? I don’t know… I haven’t gotten checked in a while, but I’m clean.”
Good enough.
She’ll get the answer to that later.
“If you’re still worried, I can take a morning-after pill.”
[Y/N] angles herself into her and pushes in a little too hasty, gasping at how her tight pussy envelops the tip. Jennie winces at the thickness stretching her so deliciously. She hasn’t felt like this in ages. The pain isn’t unbearable, but it’s a reminder that she hasn’t had a decent fucking in a long time.
“Does it hurt?” [Y/N] asks in concern, checking her face for any discomfort.
“A little…”
“I’m sorry. I’ll go slower.” [Y/N] kisses her cheek. “When’s the last time you got fucked?”
Jennie’s mouth parts as the rest of her cock sheathes inside her wet heat. “Soooo long ago.”
Once [Y/N] bottoms out, she groans, “You feel really good.”
“I’m glad to hear,” Jennie chuckles mirthfully. “Don’t keep me waiting, puppy. I need to cum again.”
Nodding in compliance, [Y/N] watches the length of her cock disappearing between her folds as she starts rolling her hips to get used to the feeling. As much as Jennie wants her to ram into her, she goes for a steady approach to not hurt her.
Once she’s comfortable with her rhythm and the older woman relaxes in her hold, the [h/c]-haired plumber drills into her in precise and deep thrusts. Jennie buries her face into the crook of [Y/N]’s neck and inhales the natural scent mixed with a small layer of jasmine perfume. She enjoys the way the veins on her cock graze her inner walls. The thick head manages to repeatedly prod at the deepest part that she forgot existed.
Every nerve in her body trembles in excitement.
The fantasy of fucking her maintenance woman is far better than she had imagined.
[Y/N] fucks into her with such fervor, addicted to the feeling of her tight pussy fluttering around her cock and the way her nails scratch down her back and shoulders. Jennie can only moan and scream as the fire grows bigger in her core. The wet slapping of their skins resonates in the living room.
“Keep going, don’t stop. I’m almost there,” Jennie pants, bucking her pelvis to meet her forward thrusts.
The desire to make Jennie cum first motivates [Y/N] to move faster and rougher. Jennie tightens her hold around the younger girl, trying so hard to hold it in for another minute so they can cum together, but she can’t.
A scream gets stuck in her throat.
Her vision goes white.
Paradise welcomes her.
Jennie isn’t allowed to fully enjoy her orgasm as the plumber ignores her cries of overstimulation. [Y/N] can move more fluidly now that her pussy has gotten slicker thanks to her release. She keeps abusing her hole until she feels her peak approaching her dangerously fast.
Jennie picks up on the stutter in her rhythm. “A-Are you gonna cum?”
[Y/N] nods eagerly.
Jennie tangles her legs around [Y/N]’s hips and locks her ankles behind her tailbone so she can’t pull out. “Go on, puppy. Knock me up, fill me with your babies,” she whispers sensually by her ear, hot breaths of air puffing against her sweaty skin. “Breed me.”
[Y/N] holds her tighter, squishing their bodies together until they’re molded as one. Her hips squeeze in a couple more thrusts before she stills. Her cock throbs violently as endless ropes of her seed fill her completely.
Jennie knows she won’t get pregnant on the first try.
They’ll have to keep trying until their little miracle forms.
The prospect of doing it again in the future causes a flutter in her heart.
[Y/N] is panting above her, utterly ruined by her orgasm. Jennie’s hips have a mind of their own as they flex uncontrollably against hers, milking out every drop of her release into her womb. Their movements eventually cease, and they come to a stop, laying still on the couch as heavy breaths occupy the silence in the living room.
Jennie moans lowly at the thought of getting knocked up by this young plumber who she’s known for less than two weeks compared to her husband of thirteen years.
“You did such a good job, puppy. Mommy is so proud of you.”
The younger girl whines into her neck, obviously overstimulated by the praise and orgasm. Jennie hugs her tightly and shushes her, massaging her scalp to help her calm down. Then, Jennie feels [Y/N] try to cover up a yawn by smothering her mouth against her shoulder.
“Are you tired?”
[Y/N] replies with a hum, her eyes drooping closed.
“Go ahead, baby. Take a nap; you’ve been working so hard. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Jennie maneuvers them to lie on their sides, with [Y/N]’s head tucked under her jaw. She holds the younger girl tightly in her arms, rubbing her back in comforting circles.
Soon enough, Jennie feels [Y/N]’s body go lax as her breathing turns into light snoring. The older woman presses her lips to her hairline and kisses it softly. “Mommy will take good care of you,” she whispers.
Mommy will never let you go.
an: i hope you guys enjoyed it!
