Her

27 | raindrops [M]

Lil smut for the gays out here

LISA

I can't sleep.

Turning around for the past thirty minutes over and over again made me frustrated. Sleep paralysis is quite frequent to me since I have exams coming next week. Every little things is making me stressful and I don't know how to lessen this. I know that Taeyong likes me a lot, and he seems to be a good guy. But, when he's around, I'm not very comfortable.

I can't be fully myself with him.

Why can't I ?

A soft sniffing comes out of nowhere. I frown and open my eyes. I can't see the room that well because of the dark but I can see the shape of the surrroundings.

"Jennie ?" I ask, hoping she's still awake.

Another sniffing follows and I turn my body to face her. She quickly puts her hands on her face but I already saw her tears. According to those puffy eyes of hers, she's been crying for the past ten minutes. Both of her cheeks are redden and I couldn't help but feel embarassed seeing this.

I bet she wants to keep a cool and fierce image of herself. I shouldn't be here. When I'm crying, I want to be alone so maybe she wants me to leave.

"Do you want me to leave ?" I ask her.

She didn't answer and keeps hiding her face from me. I pinch my lips and when I was about to get up, a soft hand grabbed my wrist.

"No, no, it's fine. You can stay." she retorts in a lazy tone.

I nod my head and slides my body under the warm sheets of our bed.

"Manoban ?" she whispers to me.

I'm humming in respond. It seems that alcohol is pushing her to do things that she would not have done in time like this. For example, engaging a conversation with me and hugging me the second later. She does not have a t-shirt on her, and if she was sober, she would have made a scandal because I saw her bra.

"Where's my shirt ? No, that's not the right question. First of all, why am I shirtless ?"

"You throw it down because you said it was too hot, Dumbass."

"Oh okay." she says to me without an hint of sarcasm in her voice.

I turn my head to her and frown. She wipes tears from her cheeks and looks at me with a confused look. Usually she is very rude.

So, why is she... sweet to me ?

"Are you okay ?" I ask.

"I still want to be fuck, but other than that everything's fine."

She sighs and looks at the ceiling – wondering about something. Even though we know each other since kindergarden, Jennie is not an open book. When we were little, she was fierce and unpredictable. I didn't imagine she would stole my favorite pen until I saw it in her hand.

Without her devilish grin, I would admit that she has a cute little face.

"Am I a bad person ?" she asks me, her feline eyes fixed on the ceiling.

"Oh hell yeah."

Jennie lifts herself and turns to me. I didn't have time to react as she straddles me. At least, she didn't change. She is still unpredictable and fierce. I gulp at my own saliva and dart my eyes into hers.

"Get off from me, Jennifer."

She smiles. Trust me, it's not an innocent grin. I can see the evilness in her plump lips. She wants to play with me but I'm not going to be her next toy.

"You have pretty eyes. Such a waste not to stare at it." she compliments me.

I feel my cheeks burning. I can't believe this idiot has some physical effects on me. I pinch my lips to prevent me from moaning when she pushed herself on the most private part I have.

While we look at each other, in the background, raindrops are starting to be heard.

"Sto—" I try to scold her but she moves a bit and it touched my womanhood.

A low groan escapes from my lips unconsciously and I widen my eyes at the sudden sound of mine. I didn't knew I could make this kind of sound. The eyes of Jennie lighten right after and a big grin appears on her face.

"You like that ?" she chuckles.

"N—Oh fuck yeah."

She rubs herself against me with slight strokes and the touch of her skin is starting to drive me crazy. I let out a small moan and close my eyes in total bliss. The feeling she's making me feel is foreign to me her body grazing mine is undeniably pleasant.

I don't know what is she doing to me but I'm craving for more. Our intimate area grinding against each other in sync is too satisfying.. I feel like I should be guilty for letting her do those movements on me but it feels so nice right now.

I don't want her to stop.

The feeling overhelming me is like a constant scratching. The itch don't want to disappear but I want to scratch it because it feels good and right.

"Let me just... oh fuck," she says and begins to thrust against harder against me.

I look into her eyes and I realize that her expression changed. Her brown feline eyes are darken and she doesn't that mischevious smile on her lips. Our breathness become more and more heavy. I gasp out of breath when I feel wetness through her panties. She took off her clothes an hour ago to be in undergarments and I'm just in a long t-shirt.

"Don't... Don't stop." I say without thinking.

There's something inside my stomach. My lower half is about to explode and I can't wait for it to happen. It gets tighter as she's thrusting more and deeper into me until an intense moment of pleasure vibrates every part of my body. Breathless, we moan in unison and she falls down beside me.

"Fuck." we groan at the same time, looking at the ceiling.