#and I guess I should have looked for more ahead of time. demanded reciprocal honesty instead of simply trusting things would work out

[neverendingford]

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[masshirohebi-moved]

💍 ;)

Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking // @peepingtoadThey remember watching genin play around in the training fields. They recall how each would one after the other, run passed the very same tree, never once paying it mind. Until one of the children did, as they happily climbed the short distance up to sit above the others on a branch. And they recall how suddenly, lazing about the long grass was simply not enough. How everyone suddenly wished to be sitting on that very spot. How it suddenly looked so much more exciting after it became a joy for someone else. And as it only sat one, so began the bickering of who’s idea it was first to sit on the tree.Never mind the fact that the boy currently sitting there had made it obvious he had thought of it first, given he was the first one to start climbing. And they remember shaking their head and looking back to their book, amused by the sheer childishness of the group, at the primitive instinct to see what another had, and want it. Today however, only a couple months later, and the young Konoha shinobi is behaving just as childishly. No, they didn’t want marriage. There wasn’t the smallest, tiniest part of them that needed the security of a wedding band and spouse. Yet suddenly, Tsunade was getting that happy family. And suddenly, the concept of marriage made them feel as if they were missing out. And they would have pushed it to the back of their mind, had she not dragged her two team mates with her to select a wedding venue.

Just on the outskirts of Konoha, but hidden in the belly of fire country, the wide gardens were certainly marvelous. As were the halls dressed up with tables and flowers, a ceremony in practice as they arrived. Orochimaru loses Tsunade somewhere along the way, as she searches for her fiance, hearing her mention her distaste for how easy it was for outsiders to simply crash the party. Any form of security evidently lacking, privacy completely revoked. And the serpent must agree. For as it stands, they themself have crashed this party, sitting comfortably at the open bar. Open for the bride and grooms guests, they imagine. But they would capitalize on the lacking security.They can not recall how many drinks they have had, nor which drinks they mixed. And that would be enough of a sign that they should quit while they’re ahead. But they spot a familiar figure navigating the crowd. Not too hard to do, with his formidable size and height, not to mention his rakish disposition as opposed to the plainer men around him. They wave their comrade over, for their smaller figure could easily be eaten by the crowd. By the time Jiraiya gets to them, he won’t have to be very observant to spot the telltale signs that they are drunk. For one, they’re smiling, even as people around knock in to them amid all the dancing.They meet him on the open floor, and arms instantly find balance and comfort laced around his neck, “dance with me,” they hum lightly, fingers slipping around to catch on his collar. Brushing closer to him as others enclose on their space, head briefly tucked in the crevice of his neck. A warm feeling, a reassuring scent. They feel the floor moves without them however, as they throw a catlike smile up toward him, “it’s a wedding, we’re supposed to be enjoying ourselves. And in a few months time, it’ll be our lovely friends at the center of the room. We need to practice pretending that we’re happy don’t you think?”Upon no instant reciprocation however, and upon finding the room becoming unbearably hot and stuffy, they give in without actually giving him the fair chance to agree, “if you won’t dance with me, then at least drink with me,” they say, already tugging him elsewhere, back to the same bar they had been hovering around like a wraith near a lake.“It’s on me,” they say, for they decide they would rather not out themself for having been rather rudely drinking on anothers dime. They hand him a drink, leaning over to tell the man behind the bar to fetch another. They almost topple the bar stool they sit on, when they gracelessly find their way to the seat, “careful dear,” they chide lightly, as if he had been the one to upset the stool from a fair distance. They find their balance once more, although they swear they can see his arms brace, ready to catch them should that balance fail once more.“This whole marriage thing doesn’t fit, it’s too soon,” they say, with far more honesty than they would have offered sober, “and to that Dan character of all people. I don’t fancy him an awful lot. He smiles too often, and when people smile too much, they’re either far too good at pretending, or else they’re far too stupid to perceive reality.”And they flash their gaze next to the man beside them, who it now occurs to them, is just as good at keeping a happy persona. Even amid the wars and trials of life, so they reassuringly lean over to pet his hand, where he would be forced to catch them after all as they fall a bit too far forward, “except you dear, I don’t believe you’re false or stupid, perhaps just addicted to pain and misery.” and they tap their glass in to his in a mocking cheers, “here’s to the sick desire for self abuse.”Between their one sided conversation, for Jiraiya would be lucky to get a word in with their decision to download their nights feelings on to him, they find the root of their issue. That perhaps it isn’t that they wanted what she had, but that they were sick of her getting everything she wanted, when she wanted it. That for once, they wished to steal her thunder. Rather than see the precious princess get every ounce of attention the world had to offer. With family, friends and lovers all bowing at her alter. That if they could steal her thunder for once, they would be just a bit more at ease with life.And perhaps they should be happy, with her out of the question, maybe Jiraiya would lose all interest in her. But it would forever bother them that she had both found love, and then tossed Jiraiya’s away. Never needing the ‘spare’ she’d kept around. Daring to call their first choice a ‘spare’ to begin with.The night however, is getting more and more blurry. They aren’t sure how many drinks he has had after the meaningless ramblings they bestow upon him. They certainly haven’t kept count of their own. But they assume drinking will be good for the both of them. After all, although he may not be miserable for the same reasons as them, they are almost certain he is head over heels in love with the woman. And that the sound of wedding bells would be akin to a lament for the man. As such, why not drown their woes away?And they recall flashes of differing areas, the garden, the hall, the reception. They recall the bar a few more times, then an inn room that they swear wasn’t theirs. There are flashes of strangers faces, people they must have spoken to. However when morning arrives, they can’t work out in which order anything happened, most of it merely a blank space in their memory. But they decide in all fairness, that it was hard to remember their own name with the thick head they are greeted by. Cursing that the blinds are only semi closed, they moan softly when they’re forced from the bed to banish the light creeping in.Upon rolling over, they find they are very much not alone in the bed. But waking up beside their comrade after a drunken night wouldn’t prove to be their first time. So they throw their half of the blanket over his form, getting up to adjust the blinds, so he may be spared the same rude awakening they had. Slender fingers move to the small rope hanging down from the corner of the window frame, tugging it closed before a flash of metal catches their eye. They analyze the ring, and quite instantly recognize it. Tsunade’s, as it was. A very stolen ring now that it was on their hand.Turning back to the rest of the room, it is then that they spot the rather elaborate and beautiful flower arrangement. Boasting the duos latest disaster with the excitable letters splashed across a fine printed card; “Wishing you love and happiness on your wedding day, and as you embark on your new life together.” Signed rather sweetly with the venues emblem, and accompanied by a small box of heart shaped chocolates. Which, as sweetly intended as it was, added more resigned dismay than the band around their ring finger. “Get up,” they hiss, in a fashion that would send any marriage in to a future of years of bad luck to come, “let me see your hand.”They snatch it when he is too sleepy to register their demands, spotting Dan’s ring around his finger. They flounce to the other side of the room, picking up littered items of clothing and placing them messily in to a pile, shoes and haori’s all gathered before they toss Jiraiya’s at him. And although they would like to use the fact that they were both drunk to their advantage, they know that the concept of theft and spite would point all fingers at themself. It wouldn’t be hard to guess who had decided that quite literally robbing the joy and sentiment off somebodies hand would prove satisfactory. “Right, well I’m going to go find out the extent of our situation, you’re going to go give these rings back to their rightful owners,” they say, for they would rather not be met with Tsunade’s anger, or mockery, when she found out. If she hadn’t found out already…And before the man can even consider protesting, for it was rather obvious that it was the vipers idea to steal the rings, and therefore should be their mess to clean up, they have spun around to counterattack. For their counterattacks so often ended up being first strikes.“By all legal accounts, you’re my husband. So be a good one, and take this for the team.”

[553butterfly553]

Midorima x Takao - The Wondrous Adventures of Misfortune 5

Heartbreaking Honesty

“Shin! Where do you keep your underwear? All mine are dirty and I need to borrow a pair!” Takao called out as he walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower. The water still clung to his body with droplets rolling down his chest. It was clear to see for the green-haired male since all the demon was wearing was a towel around his waist. “Excuse me?” Midorima had been reading a medical journal before being interrupted, and the sudden question caused him to set it down on his lap. He also looked up at Takao and was honestly surprised and appalled by the question. However, he knew he shouldn't have been shocked since in the full 2 weeks he'd known the demon, he was sure that he was no longer able to become shocked by him. However, just when Midorima thinks he is able to predict Takao's words and actions, he does something unexpected. So, unfortunately for Midorima, the demon is able to continue surprising him and mostly it's not a good surprise. “Can I bor-” “No, I heard you. I was momentarily shocked at how much of an idiot you can be.” “You're so mean Shin!” Even so, it didn't stop Takao's mission. He made his way to Midorima's bedroom and entered it. For the most part, it was also Takao's room considering he as well was sleeping in there. No matter what Midorima did, Takao still showed up in bed with him at night. Much to the green-haired male's horror, he wasn't as bothered as he should be about the actions of the demon. He quickly grew comfortable and even accepted Takao sleeping next to him. It honestly concerned him, since his mistrust of the demon still hadn't gone away. Still, he made no mention of it to Takao. He refused to tell him any of his feelings towards the demon, the good nor the bad. “Takao! What are you...” His question died away as he turned to fully look at his room. The demon was standing in the doorway now, only wearing a pair of Midorima's underwear. Seeing the green-haired male looking at him, Takao posed. “How do I look Shin?” “Put clothes on. You look ridiculous.” Midorima spoke harsher than normal, but it was to hide the odd feeling he now felt. “Fine!” Takao then disappeared before returning fully clothed. “Huh? You okay?” “Go die.” Midorima began reading again. He felt his body grow hotter as he thought about how Takao looked wearing only his underwear. He didn't like the thoughts he was having, nor the reaction his body had along with them. He especially didn't care for the fact that Takao instantly noticed his change. “...in... Shin? Hey, are you hearing me?” “What is it?” Midorima looked up at Takao, who was now inches from his face. “You remember a few days ago how I told you about the job offer at Daiki's bar?” Midorima nodded his head and motioned for Takao to back off a bit. The demon took a step back and continued talking. “Well I'm going to go to work there and I start today. The other band members also work there, so I'm really excited!” “I see.” “I'm taking your car. Don't miss me too much.” Takao then paused as he was closing the front door behind him. He turned to look at the human once more. His smile was gone and in replace of it was a serious look. “Also, it's dangerous here without me. Don't leave or let anyone in. I mean it, Shin.” “Just go, you're bothering me and my reading.” “See you later!” With that, Takao was gone, leaving Midorima in silence. The green-haired male just sighed in relief. He hadn't had time alone since the demon showed up. No matter where he went, Takao would follow. Two hours went by and his relief turned to annoyance. In the two weeks he'd known Takao, he grew used to having him around. So with the demon gone, Midorima felt a sense of loneliness. “How idiotic...” Midorima scolded himself as he thought of his feelings. He closed what he was reading and got up from the couch. He decided a cool drink of red bean soup would clear his head. He needed to push aside these new feelings that he didn't want. However, Midorima never made it out of the living room. Knocks on the door caused Midorima to stop walking and to also stop dwelling over his feelings for Takao. “Who could that be?” Annoyed and now cringing internally at his cliche question, Midorima made his way to the door and opened it. There stood a beautiful woman. She was only about 5'5” and had golden long wavy hair. She wore a white and pink sundress with lilies on it. She was smiling kindly at Midorima, but her smile did not reach her green eyes. Her eyes were saying nothing good, only darkness. Along with her conflicting looks, the aura she radiated caused Midorima to instantly become on edge. “Hello, Shintarou.” The woman's voice was light and clear. It almost sounded like an angel speaking. “It's been a long time, then again, you've never actually seen me before.” She chuckled cutely and the sound caused the green-haired male to cringe internally again. “Who are you?” Midorima's voice was calm but also demanding. “You shouldn't be so rude. I used to protect you. Though, I guess you've heard a bunch of lies about me.” “Hiretsuna, my previous guardian?” “Correct! I always knew you were a smart one!” Hiretsuna then pushed past the human and entered his apartment. She made her way to the couches and sat down. “Can I have some water? I have a lot to tell you, so I'll be needing refreshments.” “I never said you could enter my home.” Midorima knew she wasn't going to leave, so he just sighed and shut his door. When he sat down, he sat on a different couch than the angel. He didn't feel too safe around her. For a few moments, the green-haired male watched her just look around the room before her eyes settled back on his. Her smile was now gone and her facial features mirrored the emotion shown in her eyes, hate, and disgust. “You don't seem to live alone. Is that vile creature living with you? I heard he did some favors to end up as your guardian.” Midorima wasn't sure what exactly she meant, but he knew he didn't like it. “He is doing a better job than you ever did.” “Oh? Defending your repulsive pet? How cute. The others told you about how I was towards you, didn't they? Or at least, they told you Takao's false version. That demon sure gets around if he's gotten all of them to believe such lies.” “Just what are you trying to say?” The woman was beginning to offend Midorima and infuriate him. She, however, paid no mind to his feelings and just laughed. “He is telling everyone all sorts of lies. He is easily believable, but remember Shintarou, Takao Kazunari is a demon. Demons are known for their lies and manipulation. “Are you saying I shouldn't trust Takao?” “I already know you don't. I am still connected to you. I know you don't believe all he has told you.” The angel smirked as she leaned towards Midorima. “How about I tell you the truth? I am an angel, so you can trust me.” “If you want to, go ahead. It doesn't mean I'll believe you or trust your words any more than I trust him.” She just smiled at him and nodded her head. “Well, to start, Takao and you were a lot closer than friends. He had and still has romantic feelings for you. You reciprocated those feelings, but you were unaware he was a demon. That was not acceptable, so I got Akashi involved.” “They said Akashi got involved before I met Takao.” “Just forget what they said for now.” Hiretsuna sighed and continued her story. “Anyway, after I needed to keep him away from you, for your own good, Takao made up lies to get me into trouble. I was forced away from you and could no longer protect you.” She sniffled as if she was going to cry. “I don't believe you.” “How cruel! I'm an angel, I would never dare tell you a lie.” Her voice was condescending and it caused Midorima to become even more annoyed. “Tell me what you claim is the truth.” “Fine. Takao is in love with you. He had followed you for a long time but you can't trust him. He gave up on his original human and quit as a guardian just to get to you.” The angel looked into Midorima's eyes as she spoke. “He knows how to break your curse. He just doesn't want to, because then an angel would take over. He is dragging this out because he wants to be by your side.” “What?” “Takao is a demon. He will lie to you and do anything to remain with you. You've noticed him getting too close to you, right?” “I-” “He's done or said things that have brought you two close. He tries his best to be next to you and makes you feel things you don't usually feel.” “Enough!” Midorima didn't want to hear anything more from her. His head began to spin as she chuckled at him. “He's already gotten to you. You are attracted to him once again.” Hiretsuna stood up and began to walk towards the front door. “Be careful. You cant trust what you feel for him. It may just be made up feelings by him.” “Get out.” “Good luck Shintarou. By the way, even if we show ourselves to our human, we can still hide if we want to. Like this.” With that, she smiled and waved at him. She disappeared out of sight the next moment, without opening the door. It was as if she faded from existence. Midorima stood there, staring at his closed door. He wasn't sure what to do or think. All he thought he felt could be lies, and he was beginning to get overwhelmed. He ended up sitting back down on the couch in silence. He went over what he was told and unfortunately, nothing had gotten resolved. His mind was flying through the information and it was not only making his head spin more, but it caused a headache. He was only sure of one thing, he needed to talk to Takao. He needed the honest answers from him, once and for all. “How can I be sure he will tell me the truth this time?” Midorima was mumbling to himself as he looked down at his feet. He wasn't sure how long he sat there, but it felt like forever. “Whatcha mumbling about Shin? Were you missing me?” Takao had just

entered the apartment without the green-haired male noticing. Before Midorima could even react, Takao's smile fell. He instantly looked on edge and his slate blue eyes turned amber. The once kind looking Takao was now radiating anger. His anger was creating a black aura around him as he glared at where the angel once sat on the couch. “Takao...?” Midorima wasn't sure what to do as he looked at the demon. He felt nervous and startled by his guardian, which was shocking since he hadn't felt any fear towards him at all during their time together. “Why was she in here?! What did she do?!” Takao's tone was demanding and furious. “She came to tell me her “truth”.” “The truth? Just what did she say to you?” “She said a lot, but the more important parts were that we were once “in love” and that you knew all along how to break my curse.” “What?” “Tell me Takao. Do you know? Can you break my curse?” Midorima was angry and stood up to face Takao. “Were we once “in love” and are you lying to me to keep yourself by my side?” “Shin, we were in love, or at least I was and still am. You have been my most precious personal ever since I met you.” “Is everything she told me true?” “No! I don't know how to break your curse! I have some ideas but I...” Takao's demonic presence faded as his anger turned to panic. “Shin, I don't want to lose you again. I'm sorry I never told you the whole truth. I thought you would be disgusted with me for how I feel.” “I don't know if I can trust what you say right now. I can't just forgive you at the moment. I wouldn't know whether or not my feelings from the past and present are true, or if they were fabricated by you. I need some time. I need to know if what I feel are my own feelings or if they are influenced by your selfish needs.” Takao wanted to keep telling him that they are his own feelings and that he'd never do anything like that to the human he adored, but even he could tell that Midorima didn't want to hear it. He knew that nothing he said at the moment would fix the situation, so he could only agree. “I understand... I'm sorry.” Midorima looked at Takao and saw the deep feelings in his eyes. In the green-haired male's eyes was a swirling mix of confusion and showed that he was feeling a terrible feeling. Midorima wasn't sure, but he figured his heart was currently breaking. At the moment Midorima slammed his bedroom door shut, Takao's heart also broke. The demon collapsed onto the couch and sobbed into a pillow. He never meant to hurt his human. He wasn't sure what to do now, but he hoped his best friend had an idea. So, once he got his crying under control, he pulled out his phone and left the apartment. He needed air as he called Kise. “Hey, Kazu!” Kise's upbeat voice called out as he answered Takao's call. “Ryouta...” Takao sniffled as he wiped away a few tears. “Huh? Kazu, what's wrong?” Takao explained all that had happened as he tried to not cry more. “Just calm down Kazu. I'm sure he'll realize you meant no harm.” “But what if he doesn't. Ryouta, what will I do if he doesn't want me around anymore? He doesn't trust his own feelings now because of me. I don't... I don't think I can go through this again.” “Kazu, breathe, just breathe. You aren't sounding like yourself right now. You just need to remain calm.” “Listen Takao,” It was Kasamatsu now, “You just have to give him some space. You know how he is, so you know pushing him won't help. Let him cool off and then just try to rebuild trust.” “But, what if he doesn't even want to look at me? Or if the trust is completely gone with no hope of returning?” “I've known Midorima a long time. I could tell he has feelings for you the last time we hung out. That was only a few days ago, and with Midorima, if he cares about someone he won't be able to let his feelings go so easily.” “Really?” “Of course Kazu! Don't worry! I'm sure all this will get better soon!” “Stay positive Takao.” “Thanks, guys. I feel a little better now... I should get going now.” With that, they said their goodbyes and hung up. Takao did feel better after their conversation, but he was still nervous about seeing Midorima again. He didn't really know what he would say, but when he got into the apartment, the human was still in his room. The demon hoped that by the time Midorima exited his room, they both would have their thoughts in order and could come to some sort of resolution to ensure Takao could at least keep protecting his human. So, hoping for the least terrible outcome was all the love-struck demon could do now.

[euphoricdr3ams]

9:47PM

Genre: Smut, Slight Fluff, Slight Angst

Pairing: Jennie x Female Reader 

Word Count: 2,000

Part 2

As usual, Like clockwork, your phone buzzed at 9:47PM. You already knew who wanted, no demanded your attention. You shuffled your hair and threw on a silk robe. There was a special way, your secret admirer knocked on the door. You opened it after hearing her. Jennie quickly scurried in. Her protective layers that concealed her “identity” came off piece by piece.

“You’re early today.” You placed a cup of tea and cake on the coffee table. Jennie soon accompanied you on the couch. Her body slipped in under the warm blanket. You felt her soft legs wrap intertwine with yours. Her body draped over yours as you played the rest of the movie you had been watching.

These special encounters were a routine. Jennie Kim. YG’s secret weapon. The triple threat would end up snuggled next to you. Her forbidden lover. You laughed as your mind reminisced on how the two of you came to be.

Two Months Ago

“Jennie,” You look at her questioningly. “It is you. It’s been so long”

“(Y/N), Wow” Jennie chuckled leaving her to drink behind at the table “I didn't know, You moved.”

“I teach English and help out my friend with her business from time to time.” You glanced up at Jennie. You would be lying if you didn’t admit that you had a slight crush on her before she left to start her career. You would be crazy, to not notice her reciprocate those feelings too. An unspoken flirtationship continued the whole night. Jennie was glued to the bar as you both caught up. She quickly scribbled her number on a napkin before leaving the bar. Your mind wandered for a moment wondering if you should even message her. The last impression you wanted to make was desperation. An hour passed and you decided to take a leap of faith. I mean what’s the worse that could happen.

[2:13AM] (Y/N)  Did you forget about me already?

[2:15 AM] Of course not, sweet heart come by after you finish work. There were some other things I wanted to tell you ;)

“What’s so funny?” Jennie looked confused as you giggled to yourself.

“Nothing, thinking about how we ” you paused trying to find the right word. “Reconnected”

Jennie laughed too finishing off her tea. “I remember. It was all lust.” You always admired her brutal honesty. “You always had a thing for me and that first night was magically right. Sweetheart.”

“It was.” you shyly admitted. “After that first time, You became an addiction.” Something I yearned for but could never completely have. Your voice trailed off. Despite the amazing sex that you both had. You wanted more. You prayed that she would eventually feel the same.

Three Weeks Ago

“Home Late, again” Jennie jumped at seeing Jisso figure in the shadow of the light.

“Why are you always hovering? You are being creepy.” Jennie sighed. She was grateful that wasn’t her manager.

“Of Course, I was actually waiting for the take out. But, since, you’re here. Do you wanna explain why you are sneaking back in at 1:26 am?”

“I lost track of time.” Jennie dismissed her.

“Out with your Secret Admirer.” Jisso claimed. Jennie nearly choked on her milk.

“What admirer? I’m way too busy to be bothered with some...boy” jennie deflected laying down on the couch.

“Because, we are all jealous that’s why.” Chaeyoung responded in a matter of fact way. “You always have all the boys all over. We’re on a break now. It seems like you have found a boy to-”

“A good time to waste my good personal time on some snobby boy, No thank you. I was out having alone time” Jennie’s face turned in disgust. To hide from the truth. She never understood why her other members were trying to force some sort of action in her love life. Truthfully she was in Y/N’s bed at least twice a week. However they didn't need to know that. Plus it was just for fun. Friends with Benefits. No attachments.

“I guess, Jennie satisfies her own needs.” Lisa wiggled her eyebrows. The joke was funny to everyone else but her.

“We need to be focused. Just because we are popular now doesn't mean we will be forever. Kept your head focused on your lines. The last thing we need is one of us wrapped around some guy finger. Right Maknae.”Her attitude showed in her voice.

“Lisa has point. You are too tense. You’ve been this way ever since trainee days. Live a little Jennie. No one is taking this seriously. But, It’s something to do when there is nothing to do. When you get older, you’re gonna wish you had more fun while you were an idol.” Jennie rolled her eyes at Chaeyoung’s argument. She always had to go and defend lisa. She thought about coming back. However, she decided to not too. They were never going to agree on the topic. Why continue with the argument and create tension. Jennie however took her words to bed that night.

Within 30 mins Jennie had seduced you into the queen sized mattress. She claimed she was exhausted. In addition to her need needed to be more comfortable while watching her drama. Oddly enough she wasn’t in a rush to turn it on. Somehow you always fall for her tricks. You knew what she was here for. Sex. It was a sick routine that you both had developed. It started off with a one-time thing. An exploration of a different side of both of you. However, it turned into a routine. You wanted more. Even now, As Jennie’s soft fingertips rubbed in circles around your clit. All those sweet words she sprinkled in between kisses. They would disappear once this was over. Every time Jennie left, you wondered if she thought the same. It’s not like you aren’t friends. You communicated before all of this. Did she have feelings? Or was this all fun and games? You didn’t ask for much. You knew that she could only do so much. She had a career that was finally taking off. A family to make proud. Teammates who needed her. All you desired was for her to be honest about her feelings for you. Even if it was just between you and her.

Her slick fingers navigated your body ever so perfectly. One hand on your left breast the other hand fingering you. It stopped your train of thought as your body craved for more. Jennie was always in control. No exceptions. She loved the way your body reacted to her every touch. No matter how small. Her fingers hadn’t even been working you for more than 5 minutes. However, you still made a mess in your thong. Her fingers removed the soiled fabric. Her body repositioned to prepare for her favorite part.

Jennie loved eating you out. She would never admit to you. The way your body responded to her every touch. Each kiss, lick, and suck was magical to her. The way your legs were beginning to shake and twist as she sucked on your clit was something she thought about during broadcast or interview. She thought about you all day. Your juices tasted so sweet. The way your clit twitches as she got you close to your edge. Your soft thigh trembling in between your head as you reached your peak. If you spoke to her past lovers, They would say Jennie is selfish. She rarely gave but, expected to receive. You were something special. She would live and die in between your legs if you let her.

Her thumb was in circular motions while she was eating her meal. Your body mewed and responded positively. Your hands gripped in her hair. Jennie took it as a positive sign that she was doing her job correctly. Your legs began to tremble as Jennie was determined to get you to your climax. Fingers spread your pussy lips open. Jennie demanded the best angles for when you came. She increased the speed and accuracy of each lick and suck. Your legs trembled as you came all over her face. Jennie slowly backed up. She was still in shock of how easy she was able to get you to your limit.

“Delicious as always.” She laughed as her fingers lightly rubbed across your inner thighs. ”My turn now.”

“Just noticed you never took off any clothes.” your hand gripped on her waist slowly lifting off her oversized t-shirt. “That’s not fair.”

“I was too distracted,” Jennie smirked as you laid her down on her back. “I hadn’t eaten a good meal in days. I was hungry.”

Every word out of her mouth increased your desire to eat her. She was such a big shit talker. It was time to shut her up. There was no time for all the foreplay. Instead, Your tongue aimed straight for her wet folds. Her thighs trembled as you rubbed small circles on her clit. Your hand massaged along her inner thighs. You sucked and licked her slick folds. The sultry moans slipping out Jennie’s mouth began to get louder. Unfortunately, the apartment walls weren't soundproof. Some slow jams would drown out the noise. Though, Jennie would claim she isn't vocal in bed. The neighbors would claim otherwise. This is why you were so against messing around in the dorms. No matter how badly she tempted you.

“Use the…” Jennie could barely get out her demand. Luckily you were one step ahead of her. You had a vibrator that she happened to find one day while snooping through your belongings. You grabbed the pink vibrator from the drawer and walked over to the bed. Turning it on to the lowest setting first. Jennie bit her lip in anticipation. You returned to your position as you rubbed the vibrator on her clit first. Her body responded positively. She was beginning to make a mess on your bed so you pushed the vibrator into her.

Sex toys weren’t your part of your regime. You much rather prefer her tongue. However, they did add that extra spice when you wanted it. You thrust the vibrator in and out of her at a reasonable rate to start off with. You felt the vibrator was stretching her. It turned you on yet again. You increased the intensity of the vibrations as your thrusts became deeper. Jennie's legs began to shake. You removed the vibrator and began to eat her out again.There was no way you were going to let her orgasm be wasted on a toy. A few moments later, Jennie juices were all over your face. You smiled as she came down from her high and slide her body in between your sheets.  

“Did I wear you out?” Jennie smirked reaching for her clothes on the floor. Her mind flashbacked to that conversation once she saw your face dropped. Truth be told, she did care about you and wanted more than sex. However, being logical, she knew it was unrealistic. Eventually, You would find someone who would treat you right. What happened next even shocked you. Jennie grabbed an old shirt of yours’ and laid down next to you.

“Turn on the TV. My drama is about to come on.” You couldn’t help but blush. You reached over and spooned her while the show played. Jennie would never admit it but she loved the affection. Maybe, She should stop worrying about the future and just enjoy the present.

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