The Night We Met (G!P)

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(TW: The following content is 18+, if you're younger or feel uncomfortable reading it, feel free to skip this, with that said smut from here on forward, enjoy!)

Once you got back home, you practically dragged Jenna to your bedroom, desperately needing to let out the tension that had been building up in you all night.

As soon as you were finally alone in your bedroom, you pushed Jenna against the closed door and kissed her roughly, letting your hands roam over her body, finally letting go of all the restraint you'd been holding back for hours.

Jenna leaned into the kiss, her arms wrapping around your neck as she returned the kiss with equal fervor. She could feel the need and desperation in your touch and it only fueled her own desires, knowing that she was the one responsible for this state of arousal in you.

You deepened the kiss, your tongue slipping inside Jenna's mouth without any hesitation. Your hands roamed over Jenna's body, grasping at her hips and pulling her closer, wanting to feel her body pressed up against your own. Jenna moaned into the kiss, her body arching into your touch. Her fingers tangled in your hair, tugging slightly as she pulled you even closer, feeling the heat between the both of you starting to become almost unbearable.

You pulled back from the kiss, your breath coming in short pants, but only to move your lips to Jenna's neck. You started kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin, your hands roaming lower to the waistband of Jenna's skirt, your fingers tracing the skin just above it. Jenna groaned, tilting her head back to give you better access to her neck. Her body trembled slightly under your touches, the sensation of your lips and fingers on her skin driving her crazy.

You continued to teasingly nibble and kiss at Jenna's neck, enjoying the little gasps and moans you were able to pull from her. Your fingers dipped just under the hem of Jenna's skirt, your touch light and teasing as you inched higher on her thigh. Jenna let out a low moan, her thighs clenching involuntarily at the feeling of your fingers brushing against her sensitive skin. She could feel herself becoming more and more aroused, her body growing hotter with each passing moment. One of her hands slid down and started to undo the buttons on your shirt.

You chuckled at Jenna's eagerness, but didn't stop her from unbuttoning your shirt. You continued to nip and kiss at Jenna's neck and collarbone, your fingers still tracing patterns on her thigh, edging ever so closer to the spot that you knew Jenna wanted you the most.

Jenna let out a soft whine, her hips bucking involuntarily at the feeling of your fingers so close to where she needed them the most. Her breathing was beginning to grow ragged, her body trembling with arousal as she desperately tried to hold onto her self-control. You smirked against Jenna's skin, enjoying the way she was practically falling apart in your arms.

Finally, after what felt like an agonizing eternity, you moved your hand to the spot where Jenna wanted it, your fingers gently brushing against her through the fabric of her underwear. You could feel just how aroused Jenna was, the wetness already beginning to soak through the thin material. Jenna let out a sharp gasp at the feeling of your fingers touching her, her legs almost giving out beneath her as her body reacted to the touch. Her hands clutched at your shoulders, holding onto you for support as she began to buck her hips against your hand, seeking out more friction.

You continued to stroke her through the fabric, your fingers moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. You could feel the heat building in the pit of your own stomach at the sound of Jenna's gasps and moans, but you wanted nothing more than to make Jenna fall apart first.

Jenna's breathing became haggard, her body trembling as your fingers continued to tease and stroke her through the thin fabric. Each touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, driving her closer and closer to the edge. She buried her face against your neck, her moans becoming louder and more desperate as she clung to you.