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Jennie POV

I leaned back in my chair, my arms lazily crossing over my chest as I looked at Lisa expectantly. She was still standing by the counter, watching me with those sharp, unreadable eyes, waiting for something. I pretended not to notice, shifting my gaze toward the empty plate in front of me instead.

The food was good. Way too good. Not that I'd ever admit it out loud. But the fact that Lisa actually made it herself, even after I yelled at her over the phone and practically demanded she drop everything to come here? That thought sat somewhere deep in my chest, lingering.

Still, I wasn't about to give her that satisfaction.

Instead, I gestured toward the table with a lazy flick of my fingers and said, "Clean this up."

Lisa blinked. "What?"

I looked at her, feigning impatience. "You cooked it, you clean it."

Lisa's mouth parted slightly, like she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Then, a dry laugh left her lips. "Oh, hell no."

I tilted my head. "Oh, hell yes."

She crossed her arms, staring at me like I had personally insulted her entire existence. "Jennie, you just ate. You could at least take your own damn plate to the sink."

I shrugged. "I could, but I won't."

Lisa scoffed, shaking her head. "You're unbelievable."

I smirked. "And yet, here you are, still standing in my kitchen, about to do the dishes."

She let out a dramatic sigh and threw her hands up. "I am not about to do your dishes."

I leaned forward, resting my chin on my hand. "But you cooked. It's only fair you clean up after yourself."

Lisa narrowed her eyes. "It's only fair that you contribute to cleaning too, princess."

I gasped, placing a hand over my chest in mock offense. "Excuse me? Did you just call me princess?"

Lisa grinned. "If the crown fits."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help the smirk tugging at my lips. "Well, if I'm a princess, then shouldn't you, I don't know... serve me?"

Lisa let out a groan. "I swear, you are so lucky you're hot."

I beamed at her. "I know."

She exhaled through her nose, shaking her head as she finally grabbed the plates and walked toward the sink. "This wasn't in the contract, by the way."

I leaned back, watching her with amusement. "What wasn't?"

Lisa shot me a look. "Me doing your damn dishes."

I shrugged. "Consider it an additional service."

Lisa muttered something under her breath as she turned on the faucet, her hands moving through the soapy water with ease. I tilted my head, watching her closely. The way she looked so at home in my kitchen, the way she just fit into my space, like she belonged here—

I shook the thought away before it could take root.

Instead, I rested my chin on my palm and grinned. "You know... I am paying you."

Lisa let out a humorless laugh. "For sex, Jennie. Not for house chores."

I shrugged again, enjoying this way too much. "Well, I did just eat. And it's because of you. So technically, you're still providing a service."

Lisa turned to look at me with narrowed eyes. "Are you seriously justifying why I should be your unpaid maid right now?"

I smiled sweetly. "Oh no, you wouldn't be unpaid. You're already getting your salary."

Lisa let out another groan, turning back to the sink. "I hate you."

I smirked, resting my chin in my hand. "No, you don't."

Lisa huffed but didn't argue. I watched as she rinsed the last plate, her fingers moving efficiently under the running water, her brows furrowed slightly. She looked oddly domestic like this. Comfortable. Like she had done this a thousand times before.

And for some reason, I found myself staring too long.

I snapped out of it when Lisa turned the faucet off and dried her hands. She shot me another glare as she grabbed the dishtowel.

"I better be getting a bonus for this."

I smirked. "We'll see."

I stretched my arms dramatically as I stood up from the dining table, feeling satisfied—not just from the meal, but from the way I managed to make Lisa do something for me. There was a twisted kind of amusement in it, knowing she was grumbling under her breath but still doing as I said.

Without a care in the world, I left Lisa in the kitchen, making my way to the living room. The moment I reached the couch, I let my body sink into it, sighing in pleasure as I leaned back and crossed my legs elegantly.

I grabbed the remote, flipping through the channels lazily. Not that I was really paying attention to the screen—I was more focused on the distant clinking sounds coming from the kitchen, knowing Lisa was still in there, wiping down the counters and making sure everything was in order.

I smirked to myself.

A few moments later, Lisa finally appeared from the kitchen, drying her hands with a towel. She paused when she saw me sprawled out on the couch, her eyes scanning my posture—completely relaxed, one arm thrown over the armrest, my legs crossed like I owned the entire world.

Her lips parted slightly, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. "Are you serious right now?"

I turned my head slightly, raising a brow. "What?"

Lisa scoffed, tossing the towel onto the counter before walking toward me. "I just slaved away in your kitchen, doing your dishes, and you're sitting here like some spoiled princess?"

I gave her a slow, lazy smile. "I am a princess."

Lisa let out a dry laugh. "More like a spoiled brat."

I gasped dramatically, placing a hand over my chest. "How dare you?"

Lisa rolled her eyes and plopped down onto the opposite couch, stretching her arms over the backrest. "Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable."

I turned my body toward her, resting my cheek against my palm as I smirked. "What's unbelievable? That you willingly cleaned up after me? Or that you still came here even after I cursed you out over the phone?"

Lisa sighed, rubbing her temple. "Both."

I grinned. "Well, I guess you really are my servant, huh?"

Lisa gave me a look. "Don't push it, Kim."

I laughed, enjoying this way too much. Lisa might act all annoyed, but the fact was, she did everything I asked. She was still here. She still came.

And that, for some reason, made something warm settle in my chest.

But I wasn't about to acknowledge that.

Instead, I tilted my head and smirked. "So, what now? Are you gonna sit there and sulk? Or do you want me to order you around some more?"

Lisa let out another groan, covering her face with her hands. "God, I should've never answered your call."

I laughed again, reaching for the remote and flipping through the channels. This was fun. This was dangerously fun.

And Lisa?

Lisa was still here.

Lisa sighed, rubbing her hands over her face before looking at me with a deadpan expression.

"Okay, but seriously, what exactly am I doing here?" she asked, her tone edged with impatience. "Why did you demand me to come here?"

I stared at her for a moment, gripping the remote a little tighter, suddenly feeling irritated by the way she was questioning me.

"Nothing," I muttered, looking back at the TV. "Just wanted company."

Lisa let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. "Company? Jennie Kim, you can have anyone you want at your beck and call. Hell, you could have five people here massaging your feet if you wanted."

I shot her a glare. "And yet, I called you, didn't I?"

Lisa leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she studied me. "And I'm asking why. You don't even like me that much. So what is this, really?"

I clenched my jaw.

I didn't have an answer.

Or maybe I did, but I wasn't about to say it out loud.

Instead of responding, I simply gestured to the seat next to me. "Just sit."

Lisa groaned, throwing her head back against the couch. "Jennie, I—" She sat up again and ran a hand through her hair, her patience clearly wearing thin. "Look, if you don't actually need me here, I might as well go now. I have a shift tomorrow morning."

My head snapped toward her. "What?"

Lisa stood up, stretching her arms above her head. "Yeah, I still have to work, remember? Not all of us are rich enough to just sit around and demand people's presence for no reason."

That last part was meant as a joke, but it only fueled my frustration.

I could feel my blood boiling. My grip on the remote tightened.

"No."

Lisa froze mid-stretch, looking down at me with a confused expression. "Huh?"

"You're not leaving."

Lisa blinked. "Jennie, you do realize you can't actually control me, right?"

I stood up abruptly, my anger bubbling over. "I said no."

Lisa raised a brow, looking both amused and annoyed. "And what exactly are you gonna do if I leave?"

I clenched my fists at my sides, glaring at her, my heart pounding for reasons I didn't fully understand.

I didn't know why I was acting like this.

I didn't know why the thought of Lisa walking out that door right now made me feel furious.

But all I knew was—I wasn't going to let her.

Lisa looked at me with an amused smirk, crossing her arms over her chest. "What, are you gonna throw a tantrum if I walk out that door?"

I narrowed my eyes at her, my heart pounding against my ribs. A tantrum? No. I had a better way of making sure she stayed.

Slowly, I took a step toward her, tilting my head slightly, letting my lips part just enough to look inviting. "Why are you in such a rush to leave?" My voice came out softer, lower—deliberate.

Lisa's smirk faltered for a second, her eyes flickering with something unreadable before she rolled her tongue inside her cheek. "Because, unlike you, I actually have things to do in the morning."

I ignored her sarcasm and closed the distance between us, my fingers lightly brushing against the hem of her shirt. Lisa's breath hitched, and that was all the confirmation I needed.

"Stay." My voice dropped into something dangerously sweet, almost pleading, but I knew exactly what I was doing. My fingers trailed up the fabric of her shirt, pressing lightly against her stomach.

Lisa let out a short chuckle, shaking her head. "You're unbelievable." But I didn't miss the way she swallowed hard, or how her body subtly leaned into mine.

"You don't really want to leave, do you?" I murmured, tilting my chin up so my lips were just inches from hers.

Lisa exhaled sharply through her nose, her hands twitching at her sides like she was fighting every instinct in her body. "Jennie." Her voice came out more strained this time.

I smiled, my nails lightly grazing over her abs. "You can go if you want." I bit my lower lip, dragging it slowly between my teeth as I looked up at her. "But I think we both know you won't."

Lisa clenched her jaw, and I swore I saw the exact moment she snapped.

In a flash, her hands were on my waist, gripping tight, and my back hit the couch before I could even register what had happened. My lips curled into a victorious smirk just as Lisa hovered over me, her dark eyes searching mine with both frustration and desire.

"You're such a brat."

I hummed, running my hands up her arms. "And yet, you're still here."

Lisa sighed heavily, like she hated herself for giving in. "You're gonna be the death of me, Jennie Kim."

I let out a small, satisfied laugh, wrapping my arms around her neck. "Then stay and suffer."

Lisa's weight pressed against me, her body firm but warm, her breath fanning over my skin as she lazily dragged her lips along the curve of my neck. Every now and then, she'd place a slow, open-mouthed kiss against my pulse, making my breath hitch and my fingers tighten around her arms.

"Tell me something, princess," Lisa murmured against my skin, her voice deep and lazy, like she had all the time in the world. "What's your deepest desire?"

I swallowed hard, my body already reacting to the way she spoke, the way her lips lingered. "Why do you care?" I tried to sound indifferent, but my voice betrayed me, coming out breathier than I wanted.

Lisa chuckled, low and teasing. "Because I want to know what makes you tick, what gets inside that pretty little head of yours when no one's watching."

Her lips found the spot just below my ear, and I let out a shaky exhale. I hated how easily she affected me, how she made me feel like I was under some kind of spell.

Lisa pulled back slightly, looking down at me with that cocky smirk of hers. "Come on, princess. You can tell me. How many have you fucked already?"

My stomach twisted at the question, not out of embarrassment, but because I knew she was expecting a certain answer—one I wasn't going to give her. Instead, I met her gaze, steady and unblinking.

"One."

Lisa blinked, clearly not expecting that. "Just one?"

I bit my lip and nodded.

Her brows lifted slightly before a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. "Let me guess..." She leaned in again, her mouth barely brushing against mine. "It was your ex."

I turned my head to the side, not wanting to answer, but Lisa was relentless.

"Was he any good?" She whispered, her lips grazing my jaw.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my fingers curling against her arms. "Lisa."

She laughed, amused by how easily I was falling apart beneath her. "That bad, huh?"

I glared at her, but it only made her smirk wider.

Lisa tilted her head, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my hip. "Then tell me..." she drawled, her voice like silk. "What's your deepest desire when it comes to this?"

My stomach tightened, heat pooling between my legs at her words.

"Do you want it slow?" Lisa continued, pressing a kiss just above my collarbone. "Do you want to be taken apart piece by piece?" Another kiss. "Or do you like it when someone ruins you completely?"

A shaky exhale left my lips, my back arching slightly against her. "Lisa—"

"Tell me." Her voice was a command now, low and firm, her fingers gripping my waist just enough to make me squirm.

I swallowed hard, my body betraying me as I clenched my thighs together. "I don't know..."

Lisa hummed, amused. "Oh, but I think you do."

Her hand trailed down, her fingers barely ghosting over my skin, and I felt like I was burning alive. She was teasing me, playing with me, and I hated how much I liked it.

Lisa leaned in, her lips brushing against the shell of my ear. "Tell me, princess."

I bit my lip, refusing to give her the satisfaction. But when she rolled her hips just slightly, pressing herself against me, a small whimper escaped my lips.

Lisa smirked against my skin. "That's what I thought."

Lisa's eyes darkened with something unreadable, something that made my pulse quicken. She tilted her head, her lips barely ghosting over mine, her breath warm and teasing.

"You still haven't answered me, princess," she murmured, her fingers trailing down my stomach, slow and deliberate. "What do you really want?"

I swallowed hard, my body betraying me as I clenched my thighs together.

Lisa hummed in amusement at my reaction. "Are you shy?" she teased, pressing a lazy kiss against my jaw. "Or are you just scared to admit what you really like?"

Her hand slid lower, and before I could react, she cupped my pussy through my clothes.

I gasped, my hips jerking slightly, but Lisa only smirked. "Hmm," she mused, rubbing her palm against me just enough to make my stomach tighten. "You're already this wet, and I barely touched you."

Heat flared in my cheeks, my hands gripping her arms, torn between pushing her away and pulling her closer.

Lisa's smirk widened as she pressed her palm against me more firmly. "So tell me, princess." Her voice was thick with amusement, but there was something else there too—something deeper. "Do you like being teased like this?"

I bit my lip, refusing to answer.

Lisa chuckled, clearly enjoying my struggle. "Or do you want it rough?" She dragged her fingers along the seam of my pants, making me squirm. "Fast and desperate?"

I let out a shaky breath, my head tipping back slightly as she continued her slow, torturous movements.

Lisa leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear. "Or do you like when someone takes their time with you? Makes you beg for it?"

A frustrated whimper slipped past my lips, and Lisa grinned. "Ah, so it's that, huh?"

I shook my head quickly, my pride refusing to let me admit it, but Lisa wasn't fooled.

Her fingers pressed against me more firmly, and my breath hitched.

"Tell me, Jennie," Lisa murmured, her tone both commanding and seductive. "What's your deepest desire?"

I clenched my jaw, refusing to give her the satisfaction, but the way she was touching me, the way she was looking at me—it was too much.

Lisa smirked at my silence. "If you don't say it..." she whispered, her fingers teasing along the edge of my waistband. "I might just have to find out myself."

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Narrator POV

Jennie's breath hitched as Lisa's fingers finally slipped past the waistband of her pants, her touch slow, deliberate—teasing.

"Lisa—"

Lisa chuckled lowly, cutting Jennie off. "You're holding back," she mused, her voice thick with amusement. "Why?"

Jennie bit her lip, refusing to answer, but her body betrayed her. Lisa felt it—the way Jennie's hips instinctively moved toward her touch, the way her breath grew ragged with anticipation.

Lisa smirked against Jennie's neck, her fingers moving with calculated precision. "You talk a big game, princess," she murmured, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss just below Jennie's ear. "But look at you now."

Jennie let out a sharp gasp, her nails digging into Lisa's shoulders as Lisa's fingers found the right rhythm—just enough to push Jennie to the edge but not enough to let her fall.

"Lisa—" Jennie's voice was breathless, pleading.

Lisa pulled back slightly, watching her with darkened eyes. "Say it," she ordered softly, her fingers slowing just enough to make Jennie whimper in frustration. "Tell me what you want."

Jennie clenched her jaw, stubborn even now, but Lisa wasn't going to let her off easy.

"You can't even deny it," Lisa whispered, her free hand gripping Jennie's thigh, keeping her still. "Your body's already begging for me."

Jennie tried to glare at her, but the pleasure building inside her made it impossible to hold onto any irritation. "Just—just shut up."

Lisa grinned. "As you wish, princess."

And then she moved—just the right way, just the right pressure.

Jennie's head fell back, a broken moan escaping her lips as her body finally gave in. The pleasure hit her hard, white-hot, leaving her breathless, trembling in Lisa's hold.

Lisa slowed her movements, letting Jennie ride out the waves, her smirk never fading. She pressed a lingering kiss against Jennie's jaw before finally pulling away, her fingers still resting against Jennie's thigh.

"Damn," Lisa mused, amusement lacing her tone. "I barely even did anything."

Jennie was still catching her breath, her face flushed with post-release bliss, but Lisa's words made something flare inside her—embarrassment, frustration, and something else she wasn't ready to name.

Lisa tilted her head, studying her with that cocky, lazy smirk. "If that's how you react when I 'barely do anything'..." she leaned in closer, her lips grazing Jennie's ear again, "I wonder what you'd be like if I really tried."

Lisa lifted her hand slowly, deliberately, her fingers glistening with Jennie's release. Their eyes locked—Lisa's dark, teasing, and Jennie's still hazy from the pleasure Lisa had just pulled from her body.

Then, with a slow smirk, Lisa brought her fingers to her lips, sucking them clean, her tongue flicking over them as if savoring the taste.

Jennie's breath caught in her throat.

"Mmm," Lisa hummed, eyes still locked on Jennie's. "You taste so fucking good, princess."

Something inside Jennie snapped.

Before Lisa could even smirk at her reaction, Jennie grabbed the back of Lisa's neck and crashed their lips together in a desperate, hungry kiss.

Lisa chuckled against Jennie's mouth, letting herself be pulled in, but she quickly took control, her hands gripping Jennie's waist as she deepened the kiss. Their tongues tangled, the taste of Jennie's arousal lingering between them, making Jennie's head spin all over again.

Lisa pulled back just slightly, her lips brushing against Jennie's as she whispered, "Already ready for more?"

Jennie didn't answer—she just pulled Lisa right back in, kissing her even harder.

Lisa chuckled into the kiss, clearly amused by Jennie's desperation, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she let Jennie take what she wanted, her fingers digging into Jennie's waist, keeping her in place as their mouths moved in sync.

Jennie was losing herself in it. In Lisa.

The taste of her own arousal still lingered on Lisa's tongue, and somehow, that only fueled her hunger more. She should be embarrassed—should be ashamed at how quickly she was coming undone again, but she wasn't.

Lisa's hands slid up her body, pushing under her oversized hoodie—Lisa's hoodie—her fingertips grazing Jennie's bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. "You're so eager," Lisa teased, lips brushing against Jennie's jaw.

"Shut up." Jennie's voice was breathy, but her glare was sharp.

Lisa only smirked against her skin, her mouth trailing down Jennie's neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses that had Jennie tilting her head back to give her more access. "You still haven't answered my question."

Jennie barely processed Lisa's words, too distracted by the way Lisa's lips were working her skin, how Lisa's hands were pushing her hoodie further up, exposing more of her body. "What question?"

Lisa smirked, nipping at Jennie's collarbone before meeting her gaze again. "What's your deepest desire, princess?"

Jennie hesitated, her mind clouded with arousal. She wasn't sure if she was ready to say it out loud—to admit just how much she wanted Lisa, not just for sex, but for something deeper, something she didn't even fully understand yet.

"You," she finally whispered, almost afraid to say it.

Lisa's smirk faltered for just a second, something flashing in her eyes, but it was gone before Jennie could decipher it. Then, that cocky grin returned. "Yeah?"

Jennie swallowed hard, feeling like she had just given Lisa something dangerous. But she had no time to dwell on it because Lisa's hand slid between her thighs again, pressing against her clothed heat.

Jennie gasped, gripping Lisa's shoulders.

"You're already soaked again," Lisa murmured, her voice filled with amusement. "I barely even touched you."

Jennie's face burned, but she didn't deny it. She couldn't.

Lisa's fingers traced slow, teasing circles, her breath hot against Jennie's ear. "So tell me, princess, what do you want me to do about it?"

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Jennie POV

She unhooked my bra, and her eyes sparkled at the sight of my naked breasts. She held one in each hand tugging on them as her fingers tweaked the end. I couldn't help the groan that fell from my mouth. I arched my back moving into her touch.

"Do you like that, Jennie?"

"Yes." I cried out as her tongue swirled over my right nipple making it hard. I spread my legs and moved my hips. I used her leg to soothe the burning between my thighs. Lisa grabbed my hips stopping my movements and smacked my sex.

"Such a bad girl." she smacked my heat once again and rubbed her hand over my bud.

"You only feel what I want you to. You only come when I want you to. Do you hear me?"

I nodded. "Yes."

She leaned down and gingerly began to sucking breast first the left then the right. I arched my back giving in to the sensation. Her teeth clamped down on my nipple just hard enough to provoke a loud moan from me.

"Tell me it feels good."

"It feels good." I whined at the brink of tears because it feels so incredible. She swirled her finger over my right breast, sliding her saliva back and forth. Lisa kissed my breast, she sucked and gnawed whatever she could to get my sex sopping wet and needy. Her hand moved down between my legs and massaged my hot, soaked sex. A high pitched moan escaped. My body clenched her teasing fingers as she plunged them in and out of my sex.

"You need me badly don't you?"

" Desperately."

"l can feel her squeezing my fingers. She's so wet. So tight."

Her words only added to the intensity. She exhaled as she slid her fingers deeper.

"She's so responsive to my touch. Do you want cum?"

"Yes." I panted. My sex was squeezing her fingers as I moved my hips against them.

Cum." she commanded.

My pussy squeezed her fingers like a fist as I bit the my lips aggressively preparing for more pleasure. My orgasm invaded my body like a bolt of thunder. It attacked relentlessly, until I accepted the pleasure that electrified my body from the inside out. I clenched my eyes shut even tighter when she pinched the nerve inside me until tears sprang to my eyes and slid down my face. I lay soundlessly against the mattress for several seconds. I hadn't believed until that very moment that pleasure could ever be that profound, that intense.

Lisa had just blown my mind completely again...

She leaned forward locking her lips with mine.

"Your pussy is really beautiful." she announced referring to my pussy.

She moved her hand over my clit until I choked on a breath. She lifted my legs exposing my pussy to her salacious gaze. She spread her fingers over the pink flesh and massaged slowly, tortuously.

"This pretty pussy is so wet for me," she said making my thighs tremble under her gruff tone and expert touch.

Lisa slid her fingers back and forth over my pussy, while I groaned and cried in agony.

"l know exactly what you want. I've got you, Jennie." she said pushing her thumb inside and swirling it around.

"Lis-ugh," I moaned.

Her lips made contact with the lips of my sex and I squirmed beneath her. Her breath tickled my flesh, heightening the already intense pleasure.

"Lisa?"

"Shhh," she hissed, against my pussy as her tongue licked the sweetness away. Her lips made a noise as they popped against my skin. Her fingers opened me up wide. Her tongued thrashed and stroked and sucked. I held the couch for support as the licks became relentless.

The urge to squeeze my legs close was a hassle but I couldn't close them on her face. Instead bucked my hips closer into her mouth as my belly constricted.

"You taste so good, so sweet," she said.

Lisa held my hips stopping me from squirming as her tongue went deeper. Her tongue made contact with my bud and circled around the nub making me cry out her name. Her lips closed over it and I clenched the couch even tighter feeling myself climbing higher and higher. My body tightened as her wet tongue pulled the orgasm out of my body roughly. The waves of pleasure hit redundantly smacking into each other assaulting my body with intense bliss over and over again until I felt so limber and sated, I couldn't move.

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Fucking hell..

Should I lessen the smut? I think I should and I'll focus on the plot.

any feedback?