#jjba self insert

‘Okay, shush,’ Yn says suddenly, placing a quick kiss to Bruno’s cheek, his skin warm under her lips. ‘The movie’s starting.’

Indeed the movie was boring. Thirty minutes in and Yn yawns, resting her head on Bruno’s shoulder. He absently strokes her bare thigh, the fabric of her dress rising ever so slightly without him realising until she looks up at him and presses a kiss to his neck. ‘What are you doing, darling?’ He whispers with a shiver. ‘Nothing, just–’ she kisses down his neck, pulling his collar away, ‘giving you little lovings.’ ‘Is that so?’ ‘Your hand is in dangerous territory, you know,’ Yn murmurs against his neck. She sucks on the soft skin, warm and sweet. Bruno’s breath hitches in his throat. He squeezes her thigh in his hand, smoothing the soft flesh in his palm. ‘Is it?’ ‘You hadn’t noticed?’ Yn leans over the armrest to press a kiss to his collarbone. ‘Hmmm…’

Yn decides to be bold. She strokes his chest, his tummy, and tugs on his belt, smiling when Bruno looks at her with a soft gasp.

‘May I?’

‘May you what?’ Bruno asks softly, eyes widening. ‘You seem to be straining against your belt…’ Yn purrs. ‘It must be awfully uncomfortable… Why don’t I fix it for you?’

Bruno manages to roll his eyes playfully, a soft smile gracing his lovely mouth. ‘What do you think you’re doing, sweet girl?’

Yn grins, unbuckling his belt and pressing her mouth to his. The kiss is soft for a moment before Bruno moves his hand to her neck, pulling her closer to him. He slips his tongue in between her lips, tasting her. A soft moan escapes his throat as Yn slips her hand down the front of his trousers, finding him warm and hardened already. She strokes slowly, the heat between them growing as their breaths become heavier.

Yn pulls away slightly, meeting his half-lidded gaze. ‘I want to taste you.’

Bruno blinks, distracted. ‘W-what? Here? Now?’

Yn nods, pressing soft kisses along his jaw.

‘You…’ Bruno whispers, stroking her check. His breath is hot on her lips, sweet like lemonade. ‘You really aren’t bothered if we get caught?’

‘Let them watch.’

‘Jesus,’ Bruno hisses, as she squeezes the tip of his cock gently.

‘Is that a yes?’ Yn murmurs, kissing the corner of his mouth.

Bruno nods, and hopes that it is dark enough in the theatre to get away with this.

Yn grins, slipping off the seat and onto the floor in front of him. She gently pushes his knees apart, stroking the insides of his thighs. Excitement is a lovely quickening heartbeat in her ears, and she swallows, her mouth already watering. She pulls his trousers down a little more, freeing his cock from their constraints.

Yn spits on her hands and strokes slowly, looking up at him, though only just making out the contours of his face in the movie screen’s light. He truly is beautiful, she thinks, the way his nose scrunches when he is deep in thought, the furrowing in his eyebrows, and the way his lovely ocean eyes lose focus when he is pleasured by her. She presses a kiss to his tip, rubbing her lips against the swollen head, and smiles as a tiny gasp escapes his lips.

Then she presses down, swirling her tongue around him and licking a delicious stripe slowly from base to ti. Warm and wet. She takes him into her mouth, resisting a giggle at the way he stifles a groan when he hits the back of her throat.

Yn looks up at him through her lashes and he meets her gaze. She holds it as she sucks gently, pulling away and taking him again, and again. She plays with his balls, the smooth skin tightening under her soft stroking and squeezing.

‘Oh, god,’ Bruno murmurs, biting his lip. He grips the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. ‘Just like that, sweet girl.’

Yn tries not to smile, her rhythm picking up pace as he grips her hair, tight and urgent. She squirms, rubbing her thighs together – the inside of her panties are an absolute mess already.

Bruno pants softly, sweat beading on his skin, his hair sticking to his forehead. He glances around, checking if anyone has heard them yet but as far as he is aware in his very dazed state, every lonely individual in the theatre is focused on the movie. ‘Yn…’

‘Hmm?’ Yn pauses, looking up at him, her eyes wide and innocent.

Bruno shakes his head. ‘Keep going, keep… going,’ he pants, bucking his hips up, pushing into her warm mouth with a moan. He grips the armrests, imagining the sounds she might make if he bent her over the chair and fucked her right then and there, sinking his cock into her sweet pussy instead of her mouth. He licks his lips, hungry for her as he looks down, watching himself disappear, her pretty pink lips wrapped around his length.

‘Fuck, you’re so pretty,’ Bruno pants. ‘That’s my girl… My good girl…’

Yn whimpers as she sucks him a little harder, tears forming at the corners of her eyes, willing herself not to gag but doing it anyway as Bruno fucks her mouth.

‘I–I’m close…’ He murmurs, gripping her hair. Yn’s too full of him to respond, sucking him with a fervent focus, willing him to give her all of him. Tears roll down her cheeks as she gags again, his cock twitching as it hits the back of her throat with force.

A moment later, a strangled moan stifled by his arm as he spills himself into her mouth, hot and sticky.

Yn swallows, sucking him slowly as he rides out the pleasure, and then pulls back with a small ‘pop’ of her lips. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, meeting Bruno’s eyes.

He peers at her from underneath his arm thrown over his face, catching his breath, and gives her a smile. ‘C’mere, you gorgeous girl.’

Yn grins, reaching up to kiss him. ‘How was that?’ She murmurs against his mouth.