Her Bully | BBANGSAZ

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"Let's start now." She husks, hopping out of the couch to pull me up also.

My eyes widen at this and I feel my throat watering as she smirks at me and leans forward to give me a light kiss on the lips—but I want more, so I lean in closer to deepen it but she pulls back and laughs at me.

I pout at her for the course of action.

"So, regarding one of the rules, I think we should try something new." She hums, tapping her chin as she walks inside the kitchen room with me following right behind her.

I arch an eyebrow and stare at her finger that's slowly caressing the empty marble counter.

Don't tell me—

"I've always wanted to have sex on this counter in the kitchen." She says bluntly, eyes twinkling with mischief as my jaw drops and I'm trying to think of a way to put it back up.

Knowing that I have the incapability to move, Hanni helps me out by pushing herself off the marble table and goes to me by softly tangling our fingers together.

"I think it's best to christen our fuck buddy day 1 by doing something—really dirty." She husks, chuckling as my face turns even redder if that were even possible.

She can probably feel my fingers trembling because as she turns around to guide us closer to the counter, she gives me a comforting squeeze.

"It's okay, I'm going to be here." She whispers softly—still not facing me and it makes my heart beat fast because these are the moments I love being with Hanni.

We stop just beside it, with Hanni's back leaning on the cold marble as she brings my body closer to her, leaving no space to the imagination as she lets go of my hands and circles her arms around my neck, tickling the baby hair.

We just stare into each other's eyes and it makes me sigh.

Why is she so different when there are people around?

Do I make her look that bad? Is she that embarrassed by me?

"Stop thinking." She commands me, biting her lower lip as she brings our lips together.

And we kiss slowly, our lips just opening and closing while I touch her exposed waist from where her zipper is unzipped.

I love the way she jolts by my touch and I can't help but sneak my hand inside her cheerleader top uniform.

It's a tight fit, especially on the way to her breasts but I managed to make it and as soon as I cup her breasts, her knee buckles and she moans.

I smirk, realizing she must love my touch a lot because all I did was brush my palm against her clothed breast.

Giggling at her, I feel her lips turn into a scowl and I know she's frustrated at herself for giving in so easily.

But she fights it back by disconnecting our lips and going in to lick and suck at the expanse space of my neck.

I close my eyes and tilt my head to the side when I feel her teeth gnawing on my pulse point—causing goosebumps to appear everywhere in my body and it's electrifying.

She's tugging on the belt of my pants and I have to separate my mind from whatever she's doing to my neck with that tongue of hers so that I'll be able to unbuckle my jeans.

Because honestly, I can't handle it anymore.

"Touch me." She begs, pushing her chest closer to me and I groan—removing my hand from under her top to give us some space.