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Me And You Against The World… | Jennie x F!Reader
Apocalypses weren’t for everyone. Well, technically they weren’t for anyone but some were better at navigating them compared to others. “Others” including your girlfriend, Jennie.
You’d been on your feet since morning having set out in hope of finding some bullets as you’d began to run low. Whilst Jennie was… okay at dealing with your situation, she could be quite sulky at times. Whining at how tired she was, how she was hungry, thirsty- sometimes you wondered whether the woman in front of you was actually in her twenties and not her terrible twos.
Often you left her to her own devices. As long as she stayed in your line of sight, you were fine.
“This place stinks.”
“I’ve kinda gotten used to it by now, wouldn’t you agree that we’ve been to worse smelling places?” You reply, rummaging through drawers, your hopes getting crushed each time
Jennie tucks her hair behind her ear as she looks around. She helped when she could but mostly left you to do everything, earning herself the nickname “princess”. She still remembers the days where the two of you would first met and how you’d call her that but condescendingly. You found it annoying how she’d whine like a baby and never actually do anything to help.
“Yes! I found some!” You cheer, Jennie smiling as you show her the pack of ammo. You take a few seconds to load your gun in which Jennie takes this as an opportunity to admire your hands. They were pretty, slender fingers and short nails though your palms were quite calloused due to the rough conditions your hands were subjected to.
Jennie loved whenever you grabbed things or tightly gripped them. She couldn’t resist biting her lip each time your hands flexed, showing the bones beneath your skin. Especially in summer when you wore short sleeves and she was blessed with the sight of the veins in your forearm? Sheesh-
“Jennie!”
Jennnie blinks, startled as she stammers a “h-huh?”
You chuckle and shake your head. “I said are you ready to go?”
“Uh, yeah, um- actually- could we take a break?”
“A break? But we—“
“Pleaseeee y/n? We’ve been moving since morning, I’m exhausted…” Jennie whines, emphasising her point with an exaggerated pout.
“Fine… 15 minutes max, alright? Why don’t you use this time to space out so more?” You teased.
“H-hey! I was not spacing out.” Jennie crosses her arms, stamping her foot.
“You so were.” You laugh.
“Was not!”
“Oh yeah? What were you looking at then?” You watch as your girlfriend‘s cheeks turn red. “Princess?”
“I was… looking at…” you raise your brows, gesturing for her to continue. “Looking at your hands.” You furrow your brows in confusion and glance down at your hands.
“My.. my hands? Why?”
Jennie huffs in a mix of embarrassment and frustration, turning to face away from you. “N-no reason! Just forget it!”
“I don’t think I will, why don’t you tell me why you were looking at my hands, princess? There must be a reason if you’re blushing, no?”
“I just… I just like how they look, that’s all.”
“I see.” You go quiet, taking in her statement. Your silence ends up prompting Jennie to turn back around.
You take a step closer to her while she take a step back, mindful of the counter behind her. “W-what’re you doing?”
“What’re you doing?” You challenge.
“Y/n-”
“Have you always found hands attractive?” Jennie ignores how she’s now backed up against the counter. She low-key loves but hated how you always managed to turn the tables and gain the upper hand.
“I mean- no but.. yours made me think otherwise I guess.”
“I see.. when do you find them to look the best?”
Jennie’s blush returns, somehow darker than before. “Uh, when you, like, grip things tightly and stuff?” You hum and grip Jennie’s thigh particularly hard.
“Like this?” Jennie exhales shakily as she looks down, nodding.
You’re lucky that you were in an apocalypse because if you weren’t there was no way in hell you’d be having sex in a local gun shop. Yet here you were, crouched between Jennie’s legs, one over your shoulder as she unzipped her jeans and pushed them down slightly.
You pull her underwear to the side.
“You know, I can always tell when you need to be ate out.”
“Y-you can? How— ah!” You grin, licking a stripe up Jennie’s slit to catch her off guard.
You hum into her pussy, the vibrations sending chills down her spine. Jennie allowed her head to tip back, moaning freely as you licked and sucked away. Her hips bucked as you nibbled her clit. Your princess was always so sensitive, it was adorable.
A hand comes down to grab your ponytail, keeping you firm in place. Not like you’d rather be elsewhere anyway. Jennie whines at the sight of your head shaking between her thighs, grinding her hips into your face to chase her high.
“God- y/n I’m close!” You hummed in response, your tongue finding its way past Jennie’s entrance. The shorter girl almost went rigid, certain she was to cum then and there. Her body twitched and jerked (you took a mental note to later joke about she herself looked like a zombie) as your tongue thrusted in and out of her tight hole.
Jennie let out one last cry as she came, her back arching off the counter and her leg over your shoulder wrapping around, almost locking you in place. She gripped the counter until her knuckles turned white, her orgasm crashing down on her like a ton of bricks.
After a few seconds she relaxed, panting and slowly putting her leg back down.
“Felt good?” You smirked.
“Really good…”
You pat Jennie’s thigh. “C’mon we should get going.” She nods and starts to fix her clothes. “Y’know, you’re really cute when you cum.” Jennie blushes.
“Y-you think so?”
“Yeah, when you’re all shaky you look just like a zom—” you duck and run away laughing in an attempt to dodge the incoming slap. And your girlfriend could hit pretty hard when she put her mind to it.