BlackPink Imagines

❤️‍🔥 Not On Birth Control: Lisa

You've hardly glanced in Lisa's eyes as she walks into the foyer of your apartment before you feel your back slam into the door behind you your head thumps against the wood and a groan threatens to rip out of your throat but she steals it before you get the chance to make the noise, lips on yours and tongue stuck down your throat.

Your hands have nowhere else to go but to bury themselves in her hair, fingers curling around soft hair and tugging until you hear the soft hitch in her breath that indicates just how much your grasp affected her. And, God, it did affect her, clearly, as she pushes her hips further against yours until you can feel the thick bulge in her pelvis grinding against the softness of your inner thigh as you hike your leg up to hoist around her waist. She moves one arm from where she had been grasping your throat as if to steady her to the present and her free hand grasps the underside of your thigh, pulling it further up her abdomen until the stretch in your muscle makes you whine.

"Jesus fuck, Lis-"

She shuts you up from whatever you were going to mutter as she deepens the kiss, teeth tugging at your bottom lip as her knee grinds into your cunt until you're crying out, goosebumps overtaking every square inch of your skin even through the thick sweatshirt adorning your upper half. You hadn't had much of anything valuable to say, anyway, but it's the principle of her interruption that makes you grasp for her cheeks and pull her face from yours with a

heaving gasp.

"What's gotten into you, hmm?"

You'd almost be concerned about Lisa's state if you couldn't feel her rutting her cock against your thigh - her face is red and hot, eyes half lidded and breaths panting and desperate with each sharp inhale of oxygen. Christ, she looks like a sight in the best way possible, and your instinct is to snap your thighs shut at the feeling that rushes through your body when she leans in, pressing soft lips to the sweaty skin of your throat so it muffles her response. Her hands find the hem of your sweatshirt (or her sweatshirt, really) and you have half a mind to raise your arms so she can pull her lips from your neck to tug the cloth off of your torso before she finds a vein in your throat with a newfound vigor, sliding her other hand up to grope at your bare tit like a teenage boy whose only just seen one for the first

time.

"Jus' wanna love on you, hmm - wanna love on m'girl, please -"

"Hmm -"

She grunts, then. Nips at a vein in your neck that pulsates beneath her lapping

tongue and you can't help but giggle, however childlike and naive the noise sounds, but it's enough for her to drop your thigh from around your waist-grab your cheeks and spin you around, pushing you backwards and backwards until your feet hardly feel like they're moving, like you're floating through the entryway of your apartment until you reach the kitchen. Though Lisa loves fucking you every which way in your bed, huge and comfortable and soft, there's something primal about pushing you against the kitchen table and ripping down your flannel sweatpants and burying herself into your heat that you know she secretly prefers over the sacred oasis of your bedroom.

Your lower back hits the edge of the island but it doesn't stay there long before she turns you around, pushing the front of your body against the island until your body has folded in half to bend over the slab of marble, cold against your bare tits and stomach. Your girlfriend reaches around to the front of your sweatpants, then, arms wrapped around your thighs to shakily untie the knot that you had carefully tied in the strings of your pajama pants - her chest rises and falls against your back, hips still pushing into yours over and over and you jut your ass out to meet the grind of her cock against the clothed globes of your ass.

"Tied this thing fuckin' tight, didn't you?"

"Didn't think you'd try to rip them off like an animal," you retort, lifting your hips from where they're firmly pressed to the edge of the island once Lisa has successfully untied the knot, tugging your pants down the slope of your ass until they unceremoniously drop to a puddle at your feet, and you impatiently kick them off as Lisa snaps the waistband of your panties just to hear you squeal. "Come on, Lis know you're impatient -"