#bp lisa

just jennie getting off on reader multiple times but is never truly satisfied until reader rewards her with creampie when she finally finishes studying

study session- Jennie

pairing: Jennie Kim × Fem!reader (g!p)

summary: Y/N needs to finish her studies, but Jennie makes it almost impossible by using Y/N as she pleases, reaching her climax on her own with Y/N's cock.

warnings/content: Cream pie, Jennie cums on Y/N multiple times.

word count: 1k

a/n: sorry if its too short :/ thanks for sending a request, please send more!

Jennie's room was silent, save for the soft scratch of Y/N's pen and the occasional, almost imperceptible, sigh from Jennie.

Y/N was deep in the trenches of an organic chemistry textbook, molecules and formulas swimming before her eyes. Y/N had to finish this assignment urgently for tomorrow, but this afternoon after school Jennie had invited her to her house to hang out. Y/N couldn't say no despite being busy, so they spent the afternoon watching movies, playing Smash Bros together, and other activities, and now that it was about to get dark Y/N decided it was time to start studying.

Y/N sat at the desk in her girlfriend's room while Jennie sat on her lap, the only anchor to reality was the profound, distracting heat settled in her lap.

Jennie had started simple, curling up beside her on the plush armchair. Then, with a sly, wordless look, she'd shifted. Slipped the loose sweatpants Y/N wore down just enough. Lowered herself, inch by agonizing inch, until she was fully, completely sheathed, Y/N's cock enveloped in her tight, liquid heat.

That had been an hour ago.

"Cockwarming..." Jennie had whispered against her neck, her breath a hot flutter. "Don't mind me. You just study."

An impossible request. Because Jennie did mind. She minded very, very much.

Y/N tried to focus on a diagram of benzene rings, but her world had narrowed to the place where their bodies joined. Jennie was utterly still, yet not still at all. Inside, she was a slow, rhythmic pulse, a gentle, maddening clench that happened every time Y/N turned a page or muttered a fact under her breath.

Then came the first soft, wet sound. A subtle shift of Jennie's hips, a tiny rock forward that made Y/N's pen stutter on the page. Jennie's face was buried in Y/N's shoulder, her breathing slightly hitched. Y/N glanced down. Jennie's hand was tucked between her own legs, fingers working in small, frantic circles over her clit, hidden by the fabric of her school skirt.

"Jennie..." Y/N whispered, her voice strained.

"Shhh" Jennie moaned softly, her body beginning to tremble. The heat around Y/N's cock intensified, a series of fluttering, gripping spasms. Jennie's breath caught, a sharp, silent inhale, and she went rigid, her nails biting into Y/N's bicep as a suppressed orgasm rolled through her. Y/N felt it all, the convulsive tightening, the gush of new wetness, the tiny, choked-off whimper against her skin.

Jennie slumped, breathing heavily, but made no move to get up. If anything, she sank deeper, her body still humming, still achingly empty despite the climax. "Just... just a little bit" she panted, nuzzling Y/N's neck. "Keep going."

Y/N, her own arousal a painful, throbbing ache, tried to obey. She dragged her eyes back to the textbook. Focus on the electrophilic substitution.

Focus.

Ten minutes passed. The heat in her lap, the feel of Jennie slowly grinding again, almost absently, made a mockery of focus. Jennie's hand wandered back, her fingers now slipping down to where they were joined, tracing the stretched, slick rim of herself around Y/N's base. The obscene, slick sounds returned, louder this time.

"You're so deep..." Jennie breathed, her voice slurred with lust. She began to move in earnest, a slow, sinful undulation of her hips, riding Y/N with just the smallest, most torturous range of motion. "Feels so good... but it's not... it's not enough."

Her pace hitched, grew desperate. Her other hand clutched at Y/N's shirt, fisting the fabric. "Y/N... please, just... let me..."

Y/N gripped the arms of the chair, knuckles white, as Jennie chased a second peak. This one was louder, a broken sob muffled into Y/N's shoulder, her inner muscles milking Y/N's cock in a frantic, rhythmic pattern. Her whole body shook through the release, a sheen of sweat on her brow.

When it passed, she was crying, frustrated, hot tears on Y/ N's skin. "It doesn't... it doesn't finish it," she gasped. "It just makes the hole bigger. Emptier. I need... you have to..."

Y/N understood. This was Jennie's game, her exquisite torture. She was using Y/N, her warmth, her solidity, to get off, but the relief was fleeting. It was a temporary plug for a desperate, endless hunger. Only one thing would truly sate her.

"Two more problems," Y/N gritted out, her own control hanging by a thread. "Give me... two more problems."

Jennie nodded, whimpering, and stilled again, a live wire of unsatisfied need wrapped around Y/N's cock.

Somehow, through a haze of sensation, Y/N finished the first problem. Then the second. The moment her pen dropped, Jennie's head snapped up. Her eyes were black pools of pure want, her lips kiss-swollen and parted.

Y/N's hands went to Jennie's thighs and she lifted her up as she stood up, went to the bed where she laid Jennie down, who wrapped her legs around Y/N's waist, preventing her from separating from her for even a second.

"Now," Jennie panted, her eyes wild, pupils blown wide. Her tears of frustration were gone, replaced by a blazing, frantic hope. "Please, Y/N. Fill it. Fill the emptiness."

Y/N needed no further invitation. The hours of torturous stillness, of feeling Jennie come apart around her while being forced to remain passive, erupted into a single, focused need: to claim, to satiate, to complete.

She withdrew slowly, almost completely, watching through heavy-lidded eyes as Jennie's body tried to cling to her, a soft, wet sob escaping Jennie's lips at the loss. Then, with a roll of her hips that was all power and intent, Y/N slammed back home.

"Fuck!" Jennie cried out, back arching off the bed. This was nothing like the slow, grinding waves of her own making. This was a tsunami. Y/N set a brutal, deep pace from the start, each thrust a deliberate piston aimed at the very core of Jennie's being. The slick, squelching sounds were obscenely loud in the quiet room.

"Is this what you needed?" Y/N growled, her voice rough with strain. She leaned over Jennie, caging her in. "All that teasing... making yourself come on my cock while I tried to study... was this the only thing that was ever going to be enough?"

"Yes! God, yes!" Jennie wailed, her nails raking down Y/ N's back. Every nerve in her body was alight, the previous orgasms mere sparks to this inferno. Y/N's thrusts were relentless, carving a space inside her that felt both brand new and eternally destined. "I needed you to ruin me for it! I needed it to be yours!"

Y/N felt the telltale coil of heat tightening in her gut, a pressure building that threatened to eclipse the world. Jennie felt it too-the slight change in rhythm, the deepening of each stroke, the raw, unfiltered groan that rumbled from Y/N's chest.

"I'm gonna..." Y/N choked out, her hips stuttering.

"Do it," Jennie demanded, wrapping her arms around Y/ N's neck, pulling her down so their foreheads touched. Her eyes were desperate, pleading. "Mark me. Put it deep. I want to feel you for days. Give it to me."

The command shattered Y/N's last restraint. With a final, deep plunge that buried her to the hilt, she stilled, her body bowing over Jennie's. A ragged cry was torn from her as the climax exploded through her, a white-hot torrent of release. She pulsed violently inside Jennie, jet after jet of hot cum flooding her.

Jennie screamed, a sound of pure, shattered ecstasy. Her own climax was ripped from her, not the frustrated, grasping peaks from before, but a full-body convulsion that seemed to draw its power directly from the scalding flood filling her. She clenched and fluttered around Y/N, milking every last drop, her internal muscles fluttering wildly as if to ensure not a single drop escaped. It was the satisfaction she'd been chasing-the feeling of being utterly, completely filled, the desperate hole not just plugged, but claimed and overflowed.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breaths mingling. Y/N, spent, collapsed gently atop her, still buried to the root. Jennie's legs slid down to wrap loosely around Y/N's calves, holding her close. A profound, sated quiet settled over them.

Slowly, Y/N shifted to her side, but Jennie's legs tightened momentarily, a silent plea. Y/N understood. She remained inside, softening, as the evidence of their union began to seep out around the edges, a warm, sticky trickle onto the sheets beneath them.

Jennie let out a shuddering, contented sigh, nuzzling into the crook of Y/N's neck. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on Y/N's damp back.

A slow, tired smile spread across Y/N's lips as she pressed a kiss to Jennie's sweaty temple. The empty, aching frustration was gone, replaced only by a heavy, creamy fullness and the deep, thrumming peace of being truly, completely satisfied.

When Y/N finally came out of Jennie's fluffy, warm insides, her seed dripped over the edges. Y/N felt mesmerized by the sight of her cum coming out of Jennie and staining the sheets.