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.