♯ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ 🍋

Nyen's face was a thundercloud, his displeasure palpable. The unexpected reunion with Y/N's old classmates had clearly struck a nerve. Their attempts to rekindle old friendships had ignited a simmering jealousy in Nyen, pushing him into a simmering rage.

He pulled Y/N roughly back into the car, his annoyance radiating off him in waves.  "Do you think it's funny to talk to someone who really wanted you that bad?" he growled, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as he sped towards home.  "Nyen, I don't think they were hitting on me. I mean, they acted like—"

"Oh, so you're defending them, huh? I'll show you who can really make you speechless," he interrupted, his voice a low growl.  He drove faster, seeking the privacy of a quiet parking lot.

"Backseat," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. Y/N clearly wasn't in the mood, but her resistance was futile.

His sharp nails grazed her cheek, forcing her to meet his gaze.  "What's the matter? You can't even keep your eyes on me while I destroy you?" he snarled, his voice rough.  His tongue found her clitoris, the scratchy stubble against her sensitive skin sending a jolt of unexpected pleasure through her.  She moaned, the sound involuntary, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"That's right," he breathed, his voice thick with barely controlled anger. "Moan.  Moan like you can't take it, whore."  His tongue worked furiously, a raw, relentless assault that left no room for resistance, silencing any thoughts of defiance.  He was making sure she understood that testing his patience had consequences.

A whine escaped her lips as he pulled away, leaving her teetering on the brink of climax.  "What's wrong? Can't cum while I pleasure the shit out of you, huh, little doll?" he murmured, the words laced with a mixture of possessiveness and amusement.  He gently slapped her cheeks, the touch surprisingly tender despite the underlying dominance.  It was a subtle reminder, a reaffirmation of who was in control.

"Mmm... please, please make me cum! I can't take the tease..." she cried out, her voice thick with need.  His tongue returned to its assault, a relentless rhythm that pushed her over the edge. Her fingers tangled in his light pink hair, her moans a clear indication of her surrender, her mind lost in the overwhelming sensations.

The climax hit her like a wave, intense and all-consuming.  She bit her lip to stifle a cry as his three fingers found their way inside her, pushing her over the edge.  A long, drawn-out whine escaped her lips as she came, her body trembling with the force of the release.  Exhausted, almost unconscious, she slumped back against the seat.  "Now take a rest," he grumbled, his voice softening slightly as he watched her collapse.

This is shorter than I expected.. 😬