Her Bully | BBANGSAZ

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M I N J I
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6am. Saturday morning.

That's when I got my first text from Hanni.

I was jogging through the park when I got the text, it alerted me when the song blasting through my phone stopped playing.

I come to slow jog at the end of the corner and stop by the playground as I pluck out my phone from the iPod belt strap around my right arm.

Panting, I slide my phone open and read the text.

My house. Now.

I don't stop panting as I wipe the sweat out of my forehead and look around me at the empty park.

It's 6am in the morning, and Hanni just texted me to come over to her house.

Who in the world wants someone to come to their house at 6am in the morning? And for sex too?

Oh god, I just ran, and now I'm being called to have sex with her in the morning? Should I say I'll be there for around an hour and rest and shower first?

Another ring from my phone.

And any minute late, I'm kicking you out of the house.

With wide eyes, I start running in the direction of Hanni's house. It's a good thing her house is somewhat near this park as well. Let's just say.

I feel my heart beating out of my chest as I see Hanni's house, that's 6 houses down the long road of homes.

I'm panting so hard, and I really just want to stop jogging because I've been jogging for over an hour when, before I knew it, I'm outside her house and removing my earphones.

Taking deep breaths, I steady myself as I cup my cheeks and feel how warm it is.

I should've just texted her. I went out on a jog and could go home to get my car, but I guess I was scared she was actually going to get me kicked out of her house.

Also, because I'm whipped and, well, yeah.

"What did you do? Run a marathon?" Hanni chided at me as she walked out of the front door in just short shorts and a tank top.

I'm still crouching on my knees, taking many deep breaths, but I still manage to rotate my head to her with an open mouth.

"I—" I panted, my lungs going nuts. "I-I was out on a jog." I replied, explaining myself as to why I'm in this current state.

She arches an eyebrow at me and gives me an amused stare.

"And you couldn't just take your car?" she asks, like it was the most obvious thing to do.

After another exhale, I stand up and scratch the back of my neck, blushing. "I kind of walked to the park." I mumbled, shy.

Hanni hums, clucking her tongue before eyeing me up and down, and I really want to just cover myself because I'm just in a sports bra and short Nike shorts.

She smirks though, obviously loving what I'm wearing—or, should I say, half-wearing and licks her lips sensually.

"Well, I'm not complaining." She husks, brown eyes turning a dark shade as I gulp at her stare, feeling very uncomfortable.

"S-So you asked for me?" I ask, wanting to change the subject because if she wants to have sex now, I need to at least catch a few breaths.

But then Hanni's eyes change to a different shade.