Sham of the Sea

Chapter 39(S)

Smut ahoy

Y/N was planning on grabbing Nayeon, she really did. But Nayeon being the sly fox that she was merely pushed Y/N into the captain's arms, distracting her successfully. Y/N was warm and willing under the captain's fingers, immediately nuzzling up into Jennie's neck, making her freeze.

"'se been already 'ard when I touched 'er, don't snap at me. Shouldn't ye take care o' 'er first?" Nayeon took a few steps back, creating more distance to Jennie with that cunning smirk of hers. The captain wanted to make Nayeon kneel, get out her whip and show her that she was still very much her superior even if they were not within the crew and on the ship right now. However, Y/N pressing against her body with her own sent her thoughts in an entirely different direction.

Jennie knew she had lost to their game when she lifted her hands to settle on Y/N's nape, allowing the woman to grind down onto her thigh.

"Don't think ye'll get away with this. Ye, shadow. Go an' give them two lard brains a face full o' ye boot." Jennie ordered sharply, abruptly capturing Y/N's lips in a rough kiss full of tongue and teeth right after so Y/N would not have to see Jennie's shadow stepping away from her and going to hunt down her two naive hands.

Y/N whined into her mouth, not flinching away from the rough treatment and instead retaliating with her own quite dexterous tongue. Jennie gave a roguish laugh at her zeal to keep up, sneakily slipping her fingers under the other woman's shirt to feel up her smooth skin.

"I don't remember ye being this desperate fer a touch then. Be this ye missing me? Or ye bein' sensitive after waiting for so long?" Jennie's voice had lowered to a growl, Y/N shuddering in her hold just like she always did, arching prettily against her. Jennie could feel Y/N's hardness pressing against her stomach insistently, making her skin itch and grow hot to have a taste of Y/N's sweet allure finally.

Y/N did not even know how powerful she was. How she could play Jennie like a doll on strings. And Jennie was also very much determined never to let her know that.

"I kept being torn. Would I rather have you pin me down and have your way with me or wreck you myself?" Y/N did not hesitate to let her fingers reach down to the laces holding Jennie's pants on her hips, quickly starting to open them. Jennie smirked up at her, letting her work while she just lazily moved her thigh against her. When Y/N's cool fingers finally slid beneath the fabric, touching her, Jennie fisted one hand in Y/N's black hair, pulling her up to look at her more.

"Ye be forgettin' who I be. Ye will have to put yer back into it to make such demands." Jennie warned her darkly, kissing her opened lips again while Y/N seemed to become smaller against her frame, nearly forced to her knees.

Jennie would very much like to have Y/N on her knees right now. But she would also like to have herself spread out and waited to be fucked senseless all the same.

She, for sure, was a trouble.

So Jennie decided spontaneously, pushing Y/N down on one of the rocks they had been sitting on earlier. Jennie slid into her lap as if she belonged there, and she basically did anyway. Jennie would like to keep herself there at any minute they spent together.

Y/N's breath hitched when Jennie started peeling her pants off of her, appreciating the glow of the other woman's skin. The fire behind Y/N seemed to bathe her in a hellish light, making Jennie remember just how much she had stained this angel after Y/N had come aboard her ship. She raised one hand to Y/N's lips, watching her react without thinking and wrapping those pretty lips around them.

They were desperate and impatient already, the reminder of Jennie's jealousy still tugging at her and making her want to punish Y/N who had so willingly participated in the other two's ploy. So Jennie did not make time for gentle love-making, instead wrapping her wet fingers right where she wanted them while her other hand knocked Y/N's fingers away from her bust.