(nessa's point of view • slight smut)
i know y/n is a very mean person, but i still drag her along with me everywhere. tonight, she wasn't happy about this outing at all.
"i wanna go home, janesa." i heard roughly from behind me, "then take the car home." i said but she acted like she didn't hear me, and sunk in her seat. she thinks she runs things, but she knows i do.
i felt her arm wrap around me, pulling me closer. she put her head in my neck, taking a deep breath as her hsnd ran up and down my thigh.
when she does this, she knows 9 times of out 10 its gonna make me horny, and we'll go home.
"y/n..." i sighed, "what?"
i glanced down at her hand that wss in between my thighs, inching closer and closer.
"how about we go home, and i make you feel good the rest of the night. sound good?"
my cheeks were blood red at her offer but i ignored her. "not good enough? or i could do it right here. im sure you'd like that, just sitting here and letting me finger fuck you," she snickered attractively, "im getting ahead of myself, aren't i? or am i telling the truth?"
i sighed, "you're such a brat, let's go."