Subterranean | H.S.

S11*

This is the only warning about sexual content.
TW//sexual assault

Persephone's pov

''Are you ready?'' 

''Yes!'' I quickly grab my purse and throw it on my shoulder.

Once again I stand in front of the mirror and scan my body. A long dress with little flowers all over fits my curves perfectly. A little tie sits between my breasts and a huge cut on my left leg lefts less for the imagination. My long, dark hair is curled in waves. I almost don't have any product on my face except some lipgloss. The heels that I'm wearing are super thick.

I notice that one of the clasps isn't done correctly so I bend over to fix it.

Two large hands come touching my sides from behind and then moving to my stomach. I whimper when he pushes me onto himself. Before I even get the chance to stand straight he's shamelessly staring at my cleavage. He's pressing himself hard on my behind. 

''You look beautiful right now.'' I stand straight and make eye contact with him through the mirror. ''Even though the dress makes it harder for me.'' I keep my hands flat on the sides of my thighs when I feel his hardness digging into my ass. The heat spreads from between my legs to my thighs and I press my legs together, closing my eyes. 

I mouth a little 'thank you' and pay attention to the bracelet on my wrist.

This is going to be our first actual date since we got back together. Ever since he came back into my life I've been too busy to even go out on a date. We saw each other here and there for a short amount of time, that's why I suggested the meeting myself. He took care of the restaurant and reserved us a sit at some nice spot.

The word 'meeting' makes me only think of Harry and makes me even more stressed.  I still can't believe I agreed on this. 

Jack wraps one of his hands around my waist and keeps me pressed to him, while the other one moves up. I lean myself on him. The back of my head touches his breastbone. His fingers move higher and higher, touching my ribs and then stopping between my boobs, right at the little bow. 

I hold air in my lungs when he's slowly undoing the string. 

Since I'm not blessed with big breasts, they don't spill from the material as he'd probably like to. 

Both of his hands are pressed to my ribs. He leans down to me, nipping at the skin of my neck. I close my eyes at the pleasure and softness of his lips.

''You're panting.'' I hum in response and part my lips. 

His fingers touch my nipple through the material of my dress and my knees give out. He holds me strongly. I feel the sweat covering my body as he caresses the delicate skin of my nipple. He walks us backward and sits at the bottom of my bed. I take a sit between his spreaded legs. 

His mouth kisses down my neck as both of his hands squeeze my breasts. 

My hands instantly fly to his thighs and clutch to them. ''We're gonna be late.'' 

''I don't care about it right now.'' I open my eyes when he's sliding the dress off my shoulders and kissing the skin he's uncovering. 

I feel bad about skipping the plans that we had, but the whole point was to spend the time together and that's what we're doing. 

He's moving my body closer to him again, taking his hands off my breasts.

Sometimes I feel like no matter how close we are I want to be closer. But on the other days, I want to be further apart, no matter how far he is.