BlackPink Imagines

❤️‍🔥 Talk with your hips: Lisa

G!P Lisa

It's only the start of third period, and Y/N is already playing around on her phone in the back of history class, mostly ignoring the Women In History documentary that hasn't even been playing for ten minutes. After scrolling through her dead timeline and typing out a quick tweet about how mind numbingly bored she is, she sighs and drops her phone onto the table. Her eyes scan the classroom and find that the rest of her classmates seem equally as interested in the documentary as she is (even the fucking teacher is busy doing something on his laptop). She eventually turns to the girl beside her and sees a familiar pained and aroused expression on her girlfriend's face.

"What, you got a hard on for Helen Keller now, Lisa?" she teases the dark haired girl, lightly pushing her torso back so she can get a look at her lap. Just as she suspected, Lisa is rocking a massive erection in her cheer pants.

There had been an accident at practice yesterday, and Lisa was now sporting a pretty nasty looking bruise on her shin, so YG was making her wear track pants to cover it up. He says it's because it looks hideous, but Y/n's pretty sure it's so nobody starts asking questions about his Nazi coaching techniques. Lisa had actually been happy about it, because now she wouldn't have to wear her compression spanks for the rest of the week, but she hadn't really thought about the random boner problem her raging libido and super hot girlfriend might cause. As uncomfortable as the spanks were, at least it mostly prevented her from having to worry about getting hard in the middle of class.

"Shut up," Lisa hisses at her girlfriend, not appreciating the teasing. "It was Jane Addams. It made me think of that all girl dance group a couple years ago, that did the hairography to Bootylicious, and then I started thinking about Beyonce's booty, and then how your booty looks dancing to Beyonce and now I have a hard on! Thanks a lot!"

Y/n gives the dark haired girl a mock pout at her tragic story. "Well," she draws out, scooting closer to Lisa in her chair and placing a hand on her thigh. "Since I had a hand in causing this, how about I give you a hand in fixing it?" Lisa tilts her head in confusion and Y/n sighs. "A hand job, Lali. How about I give you a hand job?"

"Oh!" Lisa exclaims in realization, immediately cringing when she realizes how loud she was. Both girls quickly look around them to see if anyone heard, but nobody seems to have. Lisa lowers her voice this time and harshly whispers, "We're in class, Y/n! You can't give me a hand job in class. I mean, a quickie in the bathroom or locker room is one thing, but..."

"Come on, Lisa, I'm bored," the girl whines, willing to risk it. "We're in the back, all the lights are off, nobody is paying attention and the movie is really loud." Seeing the way Lisa is biting her lip, Y/n knows she just needs a little more pushing. "Come on, this is hardly the most scandalous place we've done it. Remember when you fingered me in the back of the van that time we went to the zoo in Spencerville with your family? So much worse."

Lisa whimpers at the memory. That had been so hot, the threat of being caught by her parents or sister adding an amazing thrill to the experience. "No fair, you just got me harder thinking about that."

"Maybe I'll just keep reminding you of all the dirty things we've done until you come in your pants then," Y/n suggests, slowly running her hand higher up Lisa's thigh as she speaks. "I'm sure YG would find that much less embarrassing than a bruise to the shin."

Lisa's eyes darts around the room as Y/ n palm makes it to the top of her leg, her fingers brushing against her hard shaft as they still. Y/n was right, they are at the far back corner of the room, and anyone she can see in the dark is either sleeping, texting or watching the video. And damn it, if the idea of getting off in a room full of this many unknowing people didn't turn her on.