Summary - You’re suspicious of your boyfriend because he wouldn’t let you use his phone, so, you went through it. You’ve never regretted going through someone’s phone so much.
Warnings - Cursing, arguments, anger issues, manipulation, reader is in a toxic and abusive relationship, mentions of sex and nudity.
“Go the fuck home, change your fucking dress, and stay the fuck away from the stand. You’re not embarrassing me tonight.” Nate tried his hardest to contain his anger, refusing to look at you any longer and storming off towards the chili stand.
You promised Nate’s parents that you were going to help them out with the stand at the fair since Aaron had to do something really really important. Something about college applications or meeting with a requiter; you didn’t really care.
You’d forgotten you were supposed to help the Jacobs while you were going through Nate’s phone, not expecting him to catch you while he was in the shower. While he was driving you home from school, your phone was dead and you grabbed his to call your mom to let her know you were coming home late.
Immediately he snatched the phone from you and told you to just use yours. “What the fuck do I have to use mine for? It’s dead.” your eyebrows furrowed at the fact that he just snatched something from you. He never had a problem with you using his phone before, so why now?
“Fuck.” he said under his breath, reaching over your seat for the glove compartment to see if he left a charger in there but it was empty besides the driving manual. You reached for his phone again, your eyes narrowing into slits as he put it under his left thigh so you wouldn’t be able to reach it.
As soon as you got to his house he said he needed to clean up really quickly before dinner, so you could just watch a movie or something until he was done. He only remembered that he left his phone in the room with you when he was completely inside of the shower, and if he jumped out wet then you would really get mad and he didn’t need you on his ass right now.
Thankfully, your phone didn’t take too long to turn on. You scanned through his messages for a notification but the only one was from Mckay, and you weren’t going to invade Mckay’s privacy, so you scrolled through his instagram dm’s. There, he left everyone except you and his brother on read.
You huffed in annoyance, pausing to think about why he was being so weird about you using his phone earlier, there was nothing on it. As a last measure, you scrolled through his camera roll, maybe you were afraid he’d find a nude of some girl or something?
Then, you thought, ‘what sane person would leave nudes in their recents?’, so, you checked his hidden album. Jackpot. Your jaw dropped when an array of..penises..displayed on the screen; none of which were his. Nate wasn’t too long, not too short, and proportionately thick, and he cleaned up down there. Most of them were way long or way thick, almost all of them weirdly hairy.
You noticed the water in the shower just stopped running, so you exited all of the recent apps at godspeed, darting across the room on your toes to put his phone back on his nightstand. When the bathroom door opened, you had just gotten back across the room, slipping your sneakers on and getting ready to leave the house.
“I thought you were staying for dinner.” Nate’s voice filled the room.
“I used your charger to turn on my phone and my mom said I need to come home because my aunt’s in town.” you lied, picking your jacket up off of his comforter and slipping it on.
You crossed the room to kiss him on the cheek, if you didn’t he would’ve known for sure something was up. “I’ll call you when I get home.” you said as you opened his bedroom door.
“I love you.” he called after you, and you responded accordingly. You couldn’t help but wonder if he really loved you, or if he liked guys more? I mean, why else would you keep nudes in your phone? To jerk off to, obviously. It was so weird. Nate didn’t even watch porn; he could never get aroused from it, and it never interested him.
Instead of calling him when you got home, you called Kat. You both decided on the fact that sexuality was a spectrum, and then she asked you for the third time if you thought you liked girls. You made her swear not to tell anyone, and then you admitted that you found a bunch of dicks in Nate’s phone.
Then you told Cassie, and then she told Mckay, and then Mckay said something about it. Nate was teasing Chris about being with Cassie and how much of a whore she was and Mckay responded with, “At least i’m not gay and can’t admit it.” now this, this made Nate’s heart fall to his ass, and that rarely happened.
He spent hours pacing around his room and brainstorming how the fuck Mckay could even know he was on that stupid site blackmailing Jules. Every possibility, came back to you. You must’ve gone through his phone that day, and you must’ve told fuckin Cassie, and Cassie must’ve told fucking Mckay, and who knows how many people heard in the hallway when Chris said what he said. Jesus fucking Christ.
.
“Just a second.” Nate panted as he continued to stroke himself. It’d been at least thirty seconds of your ass in the air and your cheek pressed against his sheets and he still hadn’t gotten up.
“Are you, like, not hard?” you whispered, lifting your head up to look at your boyfriend.
“Not yet, fuck.”
“It..doesn’t really feel like you’re hard.” you laughed in disbelief.
“I am..I am hard.”
“Nate..this isn’t something you just, lie about.”
“I just got a lot of shit on my mind, okay?”
You waited a few more seconds before responding, wondering if he’d gotten hard but clearly he hadn’t. “Like, right now? During sex?”
He dropped his hand from around himself and glared at the side of your head. “Y/N stop.”
“Stop what?”
“Talking, stop talking. Fuck.” he huffed, pulling up his boxers and pinching the bridge of his nose, storming across his bedroom to sit in his desk chair while you pulled up your panties and scooted to the edge of his bed.
“Why the fuck are we even having sex?”
You looked up at the ceiling to name a few reasons, oh wait..there were none. “Clearly, we weren’t.” you scoffed.
Nate’s nostrils flared at your attitude. “You know what your fucking problem is?” he glared. “You can’t keep your fucking mouth shut.”
“Yeah and you can’t keep your dick hard.” your hand flew out to point to his crotch.
“Maybe the reason I can’t keep my dick hard is because everyone at school is spreading these fucking rumors about me.” you could tell he was getting angrier because his fingers jabbed at the air like an imaginary knife into someone’s gut as he spoke.
“They’re not rumors, they’re facts..you literally had like forty guys’ dicks in your phone.”
“I told you not to fucking tell anyone.”
“Yeah, well, I told people before you told me not to tell anyone.” you shrugged, not seeing the point in having this conversation anymore.
“Yeah, but you told them out of fucking context.” his voice rose.
“Really? What’s the context?”
“I’d tell you but I don’t even fucking trust you anymore.” Nate replied, looking at the floor now.
You don’t trust me? I’m the one that shouldn’t fucking trust you. You’re the one with dicks hidden in your fucking phone. “Kinda like how you fuck me when you’re not hard anymore?”
Nate stood from his chair so fast by the time you registered, his hand was around your throat and his fingers were digging into your cheeks. “Huh? Keep talking.” he yelled. “Keep fuckin talking.” he whispered, lightly slapping your cheek.
Your face burned from how hard his grip was when he pulled away. You couldn’t help the tears that fell from your eyes and down your cheeks, wiping them with the back of your hands.
“Look, Nate, I don’t mind if you’re into guys.” you exclaimed as his hands cradled the back of his head.
“I’m not into fucking guys, Y/N.”
“Sexuality is a spectrum.
“Fuck, what the fuck are you talking about?” his mind began clouding with confusion. He wasn’t into fucking guys.
“It’s not like anyone is one hundred percent straight or one hundred percent gay.” you tried to reason.
“That is a-hundred percent bullshit.” he stormed into his bathroom and slammed the door shut, running the sink water.
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Tonight was the fair, and you hadn’t spoken to Nate face to face since that stupid argument about his sexuality. You weren’t going to bail on the Jacobs family because he couldn’t admit whatever the fuck he was into. Plus, your dress was a cute white sundress but Nate felt it was too short. If you bent over, Cal and whoever else would have a perfect view of your panties, and Nate would go insane if he caught someone in the act, but you didn’t care. The dress was completely appropriate, in your eyes.
“Hi Marsha.” you smiled when you got to the stand.
“Hi!” she smiled, relieved that you were here. She handed you an apron with your name on it and reminded you of what you were going to be doing. Cal was going to be keeping the chili hot and continuing to stir it, when someone wanted a cup he’d pour it into the cup and give it to you. You’d put a top on it, and charge the customer.
The entire night Nate burned imaginary holes into the back of your stupid fucking apron; livid at the fact that you had gone against everything he said. When Cal went to the bathroom and Marsha turned her back, Nate yanked you by your arm out of the stand, causing you to drop a chili cup.
“Nate, what the fuck?” you gasped as he practically drug you to the trailers. You tried to wriggle out of his grip but he was far stronger than you. At this point there were probably bruises around your arm from how hard he was dragging you.
“You’re hurting me.” you struggled, trying your hardest not to trip over a rock or something.
“Shut the fuck up.” Nate’s teeth were gritted as he slammed your back against a steel trailer. The wind was knocked out of you, but you couldn’t regain it because his hand was around your throat, tighter than it had ever been before.
The look Nate held in his eyes shook you to your core. Tears pricked at your eyes from the impact and you began to get lightheaded, your nails clawing into his hands. “You don’t fucking listen.” he let go of you and stormed off, yelling, ‘Fuck!’ in the distance.
You dropped to the ground, your hands flying to your throat. It felt like you’d just been underwater with your best-friend competing to see who could hold their breath the longest, and then your friend wrapped their hands around your throat, almost killing you.
You were shocked, and hurt that he would ever put his hands on you in that way, knowing he was way stronger than you and that you probably wouldn’t be able to fight him off.
Even after you caught your breath, you stayed on the ground, staring at your shaking hands. You didn’t know what to think, or how to reassure yourself, or if you should call someone. It must’ve been at least thirty minutes when Nate came back to the trailers, his heart breaking when he saw you on the ground.
“I’m sorry.” he whispered, crouching down to your level and hugging you but you hadn’t responded. “I won’t do it again, I promise. I’m just going through a lot of shit right now.” No response. “Please Y/N. Don’t leave me, not now.”
You refused to speak, yet you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, accepting his hug. He lay his head in your chest, crying into your dress and wrapping his arms right around your body. You glowered at the other trailers, a single tear rolling down your cheek.
It wasn’t the violence that scared you. It was the fact that you knew no matter what Nate did, you’d still love him.
now that Euphoria s3 has come out, does anyone at all have any suggestions for writing about Nate? If you’re curious about what i’ve written before check my pinned post <3
Summary: Y/N finds herself in a cuddly mood and just want’s her boyfriend Fred to comfort her. (Summary sucks, but I don’t know how else to summarize this).
Warnings: NSFW 16+, praise, cockwarming, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), fluffy, slightly pushy man(?), Fred being the sweetest, it’s very fluffy and sweet.
a/n: I’ve had this idea in my head for a while because I’m just a sucker for soft Fred. This is my first ever fic and first ever smut, so I hope you like it!
Warnings: SMUT 18+ Swearing. Vaginal Sex. Slight Cum Play. Light Daddy Kink. Sex Tapes. Fingering. Unprotected Sex.
A/N: This has zero plot, it's just smut. Jumps right in.
Heavy pants and moans fill the bedroom air.
The room is hot as the last rays of the afternoon sun bares down relentlessly on the couples block-out curtains. The heavy fabric shields the room from most of the sun's harsh rays but not enough to cast the busy pair into total darkness.
Bright orange rays peak through the outer line of the window, a few sharp beams just barely grazing the tips of Fred's flaming auburn hair from his position on the bed, knelt behind Y/n, his hips rolling into hers perfectly.
The air is thick with sweat and the passionate moans and gasps of the couple as they fuck.
Y/ns chest is flush with the deep crimson bedsheets as she arches her back to keep her ass high for her partner. Her hands fist into the sheets while one of her lovers holds her head down in place by a forcible grip to her neck.
She keeps her eyes trained to where she can just barely see his Godlike reflection in her vanity mirror.
She watches in awe at how his torso is shimmering with sweat under the suns golden glow as he thrusts into her warm, wet pussy.
The moans tumble from her mouth without control but she hardly cares when the pleasure she's feeling is this good.
A deep groan emits from Freds throat as his hips stutter and he curses below his breath.
"Freddie-" Y/n whines as her walls flutter and clench around his thick cock.
"Ah-fuck, I know, baby. Me too." He acknowledges her plea. The both of them right of the precipice of coming undone.
The grip Freds other hand has on her hip tightens and he hangs his head as his eyes screw close. That familiar feeling, being on the verge of ectassy, builds until he feels like he can't take it anymore.
But he still doesn't cum. He can't, not until Y/n has.
The hand on her hip falls to her core, rubbing feverish circles over her sensitive clit. An action which has Y/n screaming in pleasure, her hips buck back against his involuntarily and it's mere seconds before she's finally pushed off that tantalising edge.
Feeling her come undone around him has Fred falling apart just as fast.
With a call of her name he empties his load into her sensitive cunt.
He releases his grip on her throat and moves his weight back, slowly pulling out, so he's sat on the backs of his calves. Y/n can hardly move for the moment from the sheer intensity of her orgasm but she finds the strength to lift one of her arms, readying to push herself up, when she hears Fred practically growl from behind her.
"God, baby. Wait there, don't move." He commands.
Confused but obedient Y/n places her arm back down and remains on the bed with her ass held high on display. She feels his weight shift as he stands from the bed.
Faintly the clutter and knocks of their cupboard draws as Fred frantically searches for something meets her ears.
Her eyes go back to the mirror where she sees him turning from the wardrobe with their camera in hand, one which is strictly for their eyes only.
Y/n chuckles lightly knowing now what his intentions are.
The floor boards creak as he walks back to the foot of the bed and he bends over to get her ass perfectly in the frame. She hears the slight whirl of the camera play as he hits record.
Fred watches with dark eyes as his cum slowly drips from her pulsating cunt and down the inside of her thigh.
"So beautiful" Fred mumbles, more to himself but she catches it all the same.
Y/n can't deny the knowledge of him recording her right now has butterflies fluttering once more in her pussy and she decides to give him a show. She arches her back further and rolls her hips to make sure he's got the perfect view. The sound that comes from Fred at the wiggle of her hips has her pussy clenching once more and all she wants is for him to touch her again.
"Fuck, love, if you aren't just the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen." Fred's words break the silence like a groan. He brings two fingers up, collecting some of the cum which has seeped down her thigh; trailing his fingers up her soft skin until they reach her entrance and he pushes them in. He's sure to keep the camera held steady in focus not willing to miss a second of his perfect view.
Y/n gasps at his actions as she realises just how sensitive she is but her gasp turns into a moan as Fred slowly fingers his load back into her, massaging at her g-spot with every curl.
Y/ns hips circle and push back greedily seeking more as she moans louder.
"Daddy..." she whines.
"Yes princess?"
"I want more" her voice is like a plead, neediness ever present in her tone; this causing Fred to chuckle. His fingers leave her, spreading the combination of their climaxes down over her clit, making her jolt at the suddenness and sensitivity.
"Roll over, Princess." He speaks, still gently circling at her clit. "Daddy wants this one on camera."
"What are you thinking about?" Fred's voice cuts Y/n from her daydream.
"Huh?" She questions as she looks to him dazed and confused.
Fred chuckles endearingly at his partner, taking small steps towards where she's sitting at their small outdoor table of the flats balcony. The pair planned to enjoy a lazy day together and agreed to have their late-morning coffee over looking the town.
Fred reaches out, hand gripping around the mug sat in front of Y/n which she'd forgotten about admist her walk down memory lane.
"Your drinks getting cold" Fred observes. Waving his hand over the top lazily he reheats it for her.
Fresh steam billowing from the cup wraps around his hand, gently caressing his palm and moving entrancingly between his fingers.
Y/ns eyes are trained to the way his middle and ring fingers flick as he performs the simple spell
Her lips twitch in a devious smile at how the muscle memory were evident in the way they'd curled forward with the action, more so than any of his other fingers had.
He wraps a hand back around her mug and moves it towards her, "There, that's better." Placing his own mug down he sits opposite her.
"Now are you going to tell me what's on your mind or do I have to drag it out of you?" He teases with a raised brow, lifting his drink to his lips and blowing softly to cool it.
Y/ns eyes are dark with lust, lips failing to mask the devilish grin creeping it's way onto her features at the thought of telling him. She wonders if the look is as obvious to him as it feels to her.
She draws a long breath through her teeth and releases it in a languid sigh: painting on an innocent facade in the process.
"Oh, I was just thinking about us...and our time together." "Mmm, oh really?" Her partner asks oblivious to the context she's about to relay to him as he takes a sip of his drink.
"And what 'time' would that be?" He questions curiously with eyes fixed to his mug while he lowers it to the table once more.
"That time you filmed your cum dripping out of me." Y/n smiles wickedly watching in delight as his movements freeze in surprise.
Freds eyes slowly meet hers and her smile grows as she sees that familiar darkness settle behind his eyes. His brow twitches as he scans her body clearly reliving the memory himself now.
"Really?" He speaks slowly, his tone low, as if challenging her to continue. He leans his forearms onto the table to be closer to his lover. Y/n hums in agreement with an innocent tone of her own; though the look behind her eyes is anything but.
"I think it's about time we made another...don't you?" She offers sweetly.
Fred chuckles darkly, straightening himself to stand and slowly walking to stand in front of her.
He rests back against the edge of the table looking down to Y/n with a predatory gaze, one hand comes to cup her jaw gently and his sights set to her lips, he leans down tilting his chin towards her.
She can feel his warm breath fan her lips as he hovers tantalisingly close to kissing her. His eyes flick briefly to hers again, "Absolutely I do" he speaks with a smile.
The hand cupping her jaw directs her to a stand as he returns to his full height, other arm coming to circle her waist and pull her tight into himself. Y/n pushes herself up against him, rolling her body teasingly in all the ways Fred loves.
Quickly he spins her around so her back is pressed against his chest and he pushes her into the railing of their flats small balcony with a firm grip to her either hip.
The bar presses into her lower stomach, his hands on her hips having raised her shirt just enough for the cold metal to meet her warm skin making her hiss in surprise.
Fred nudges his nose at the underside of her jaw and she moans internally at the feeling of his breath on her neck. "But this time," he whispers, softly grazing his nose along the skin of her neck until his lips come to line with her ear, "...it'll be with a view."
I love the p0rn link thing you did it, the oral fixation one you did was just so 🥵
you wrote about Matt with a reader with an oral fixation but how do you think Frank would handle it?
Frank + oral fixation!reader (18+ link MDNI)
Frank would have a fucking field day with an oral fixation!reader.
Matt took the subtle way of helping and progressing it to what he wanted but Frank is so much more direct.
He catches you chewing on your nails? He smacks your hand away and immediately replaces it with his own.
He loves when you suck on his fingers during sex so when you do it while watching a movie or something he’s instantly hard.
If he wants to use his hands for something he knows straight away what to do.
He lays down on the couch, reading his book, you lay between his legs, his cock in your mouth as you watch tv. Mindlessly sucking, driving Frank absolutely crazy.
They came to set, put on their wardrobe, let the cameras roll for a few minutes and then went HOME. I saw these faces maybe 4 or five times all season.
They served CUNT!!! Nerd/smart mouth Erica will always have a special place in my heart. Lumax supremacy. They all did their big ones this season and I hope we get a lot more from them in part 2
Thought I’d hate them but it was the exact opposite. A really entertaining group and I want to see a whole LOT more of them. Probably the most interesting group in my opinion.
Snore fest. Came in really excited but it was probably the most uninteresting thing about the season after the California group…
There’s a lottttt of you going apeshit about my post about Billy 🫣 so I’ll just leave a few cute little reminders
This was before any romantic dynamic was evident between either Lucas or Max. Billy targeted him SPECIFICALLY. Not because of his age or height or how close they were…
It was because of his race…
If you saw this and thought anything other than racism or DID see racism and decided to either ignore it or convince yourself that it was something else, then you’re a top 5 weirdo fr.
i remember some ppl ranting over Billy and i was like “isn’t Billy racist?” and they were like WHAT? NO. HE WAS JUST PROTECTIVE. girl bye he’s racist 😭. never saw him attacking el, mike, dustin, or will???
There’s a lottttt of you going apeshit about my post about Billy 🫣 so I’ll just leave a few cute little reminders
This was before any romantic dynamic was evident between either Lucas or Max. Billy targeted him SPECIFICALLY. Not because of his age or height or how close they were…
It was because of his race…
If you saw this and thought anything other than racism or DID see racism and decided to either ignore it or convince yourself that it was something else, then you’re a top 5 weirdo fr.
❥ ҉ synopsis : your new friend jennifer finds out that you never masturbated before so she decides to teach you a special way to get off
❥ ҉ pairings : jennifer x fem!reader
❥ ҉ word count : 1492 (y’all gettin fed wtf)
❥ ҉ warnings: SMUT, pillow humping, dirty talking, spitting, language, jen bein a meanie for a second, fingering, something around the sorts of cum eating, lemme know if i missed one?
❥ ҉ a/n: ❝hi sexc babes, welcome to the first day well technically the third day of my 2021 kinktober!!! the reason i had to change the dates around a bit is because due to the second round of the tumblr plus protest taking place on the first and second of october, tumblr was too empty to post so hi here i am on the third. but even tho it’s the third day, this is still the first piece ever for my kinktober event so i really hope y’all will enjoy this and the many more dates to come. ilyy <333❞
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“, never have i ever masturbated?”
at jennifer’s question you stilled completely. your eyes darted all over the place as you stayed silent at her question. the more time ticked away with no sound coming from you, jennifer then grew into another fit of giggles; taking your silence as a no. “wow, i knew you were innocent but not this innocent, y/n”
you laugh nervously, a hand coming up to rub at your neck before throwing a little look at the girl in front of you. “pfft- of course i have! i do it like regularly, you know?” you lied straight through your teeth, very obviously at that. your own self cringing at the unconvincingly fib. only cringing more when you see jennifer giving you an amused look.
“oh regularly, right? so what’s a clit y/n?”
you're not really sure if you choked on air or your spit, but you’re sure that you choked.
“i’m s-sorry, a what?”
“your clit, babe” jennifer gives you her signature coy smile as she stares at your flustered face with amusement, finding you so cute. you weren’t able to answer her because you had no idea what she was talking about. at your non-speaking figure jennifer giggles again before silencing herself, causing you to look up at her when you heard the quietness that enveloped the room so suddenly.
“wanna find out?”
at her question you sighed out, your face turning into doubt as you thought it over.
“it’s late and your mom is asleep, we should just-“
“oh cmon, y/n. don’t be such a fucking loser” jennifer then looks at you with irritation swarming in her irises. making you flinch back a little at her sudden change of attitude. at the sight of your hurt eyes, jennifer softens. sighing out, she began moving up closer to you. almost as if she was going to straddle you but not.
“m’ sorry y/n. look, it’ll be fun i promise. i can show you a nice way to masterbaute for your first time” the raven hair girl whispers with a stroke of her perfect, red manicured fingers brushing through the locks of your hair. petting you. the succubus studies your features carefully, seeing every emotion, only smirking when she spots acceptance coming along your features.
you then nod your head, basking in the beautiful way she shows her teeth at you. it still amazes you how you could be “best friends” as she likes to say, with the one and only, intoxicating, jennifer check. she leaned even closer to you. her enchanting face just centimeters away from your own, her delicate lips oh so close to yours. with only one, tiny little movement you and jennifer lips will be meeting one another's, that's how close you two were. you can see just how blue and addicting her orbs were. her eyes were like the never ending, blue ocean waves and you were going for a swim.
“grab a pillow” all though the words that left her mouth confused you, you listened. your hands grabbing one of the pillows from up jennifers bed and holding it close to you cluelessly, peering up at jennifer for more directions. jennifer smiles and grabs it from you, placing the flat pillow right in front of you but not before folding it half and pressing it into the sheets of her bed. once she was done she gave you a raised brow and a devious smirk which excited you and made you nervous at the same time.
“take your shorts off, it works way better that way” as soon as the words left her mouth, she quickly sees your head going a mile a minute as per usual, at her request. even though jennifer was comfortable enough to be wearing just her panties in front of you, you weren’t.
“what if i cover my eyes, will that be better?” jennifer proposes, both of her hands coming up to cover her eyes when she hears a meek “sure” come from you.
only dropping them when she gets your confirmation. she’s quickly met with the sight of you in your cute, pink and yellow polka dot cotton underwear which were very similar to the pair she has on now, just black and red.
“hot” jennifer grins at you, which you shyly smiled at. her compliment relaxing you and making you less nervous about your body being seen.
“hop on, baby” jennifer pats the pillow with a chuckle, signaling you. you listened and followed the small directions that left her as you began to straddle the folded pillow, making yourself get comfortable with the help of jennifer.
“now, just move your hips. feel the pillow”
you nod in understanding, beginning to move your hips ever so slightly. slowly, just feeling the material of the softness of the pillow-case and the cloth of your panties pressed against your folds, the extra layer of your panties making the friction against you more delicious.
your face softly scrunched up a bit, your teeth coming down on your lip. beginning to lower yourself down even more onto the pillow until you feel the right amount of pressure on a certain spot that makes you take a sharp intake of breath while you continue to move back and forth.
“that, what you s’felt right there, that’s your little clit, y/n/n” jennifer inquires. soon hearing the dark-haired girl, lowly giggling breathlessly when she sees you continuing your little movements against the folded pillow in a desperate-seeming manner.
“how does s’feel?”
your eyes flicker up to hers once you hear the simple question she asks you. her bright ocean blues darkened so drastically, they basically look almost completely black. her intent gaze dark and half-lidded, her pearly teeth never stopping its assault on her plump lips.
“j-jen, it f-feels…”
at your stuttering whimper jennifer smirks wildly, her hands coming up to hold at your hips. pushing you down even harder against the pillow, making you let out a pitiful whine. “s-so n-nice” jennifer was practically rolling your hips on her own accord now at this point, peppering little teasing kisses along your sensitive neck and jaw while she did the actions, your eyes fluttering close at both of the sensations.
through your desired-filled moment, you started to hear her speak to you.
“y’wanna know what feels even better?”
at her question, you opened your eyes back up to look at her, patiently and curiously waiting for her to give you the information.
“it feels ‘s amazing when you're soaked and your panties are off”
you weren’t able to respond quick enough before you felt jennifer fingers going down your most sensitive parts, her fingers pulling your panties to the side and making contact with that special part of you she keeps telling you about; making you gasp out.
“j-jennifer…”
at the sound of her name, jennifer peers up at you. giving you a little smile before you then see her hand coming up to her mouth. you look at her with a confused expression, having no idea on what she was about to do. seeing and hearing the sharp, obscure sound of her then spitting in her hand, made your eyes widened immensely wide.
“jen, w-what-“
she didn’t reply to your clueless meeks, placing her palm back on your pussy and began rubbing in her spit onto the expanse of your folds and clit. your arousal practically dripped on her hand as she kept rubbing over you. loud moans and whimpers escaped your lips from left and right. unconsciously rutting your hips along her hand, basically riding her hand at this point.
“holy shit, y/n/n. i didn’t know you could be such a dirty fucking girl” jennifer groans in awe, looking at your core with so much intensity and lust. you felt like her stare could burn you alive right then and there, in that moment. with a chuckle under her breath, the flag girl pulled her now soaked hand away from your pussy. relishing in the way you whimpered out for her hand to be placed back on your little pussy.
she gave you her famous enticing, enchanting stare. her dainty fingers coming up to her juicy lips, rubbing the tips of her wet finger along her bottom lip; as if she was applying your arousal like a coat of lipgloss. her dark orbs slicing into yours harshly, her finger finally going into her mouth. licking and sucking your essance off her fingers before taking the digits out. a loud pop echoing throughout her bedroom.
“ride the pillow, baby. don’t stop until i tell you to”
