this is my main blog for my works and other random shit i repost. this is MY blog, so if you don't like what i post or write, block me and look somewhere else cause i don't tolerate any bullshit
you can call me sujiii or author (she/her/hers)
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i mainly write for blackpink jennie and other female idols if i feel like it
i write a lot of oc/x gp! reader works
not taking requests since i already have my own drafts and i don't have a lot of time
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Any ideas/drafts you want to write about in the future? 📝
there are plenty of ideas swirling my head right now. some AUs id like to write about are exes hooking up (even the toxic ones💀), ABO, criminal + penpal, secretary/office setting, athlete x cheerleader, having a loser roommate, and rockstar x groupie.
at the moment, i just have vague scenes and details. it's just starting it and building the plot takes time and energy, which makes me lazy😅 maybe one day i'll sit down and write one when inspiration strikes me :)
or i should hold a poll between those AUs to see what the people want👀
I've realised of all the authors I read dark and angsty stories to, only your writing made it so realistic and exciting to read.
Specially with ftr, but the perfect rubies have more direct violence and psychological horror that I'm so thrilled to read more of!
aww thank you!! i do a lot of studying, reading, watching movies/shows, interacting with people, talking to myself, and basically all kinds of media consumption. another part of it are my dreams💀 it sounds crazy but a lot of ideas spark from my imagination and dreams😭 i hope it doesn't make me sound creepy or a secret serial killer sdhfksdfjlsk
i really hope i can finish the perfect ruby soon since im almost done with it, i just havent posted all the chapters. as for FTR/RTR, it's my main priority since i have a lot of it written down too. hopefully i can find a good balance :)
thank you for the kind words!! it really motivates me to write and do better☺️
Starting to watch girl rules gorya and shasha reminds me of jinah and jennie alot i love the trope so much
yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssss another girl rules viewer🙂↕️🙂↕️ when i saw shasha and gorya interact i was like waaaaaiiiit this looks familiar 👀 i just love those kinds of dynamics ughhh
This was the life she chose: an international K-POP star.
So many normal people are willing to sacrifice everything to live her life. However, it’s not always money and fame that brings happiness. These fools wouldn’t last a day in her shoes, let alone a lifetime.
One would say Jinah has put on a professional facade for about 90 percent of her life. She started with dance tournaments all over Europe, where she’d perform in front of a panel of professional judges and crowds. Now, she lives an idol life where millions of fans peer into her life and cameras follow her everywhere.
Jinah has learned to smile through the emotional and physical pain, pretending that she is alright and isn’t dealing with life-damaging problems. Makeup can easily hide the dark circles under her eyes after getting about two to three hours of sleep per night. She is not the type to cry or show many emotions on the outside. However, she always found herself fighting an emotional turmoil whenever the stress and countless schedules overwhelmed her.
The other ten percent of her life is the most private and precious thing ever. She doesn’t like to talk about her personal life unless someone asks her about it. Her answers would be curt and straightforward, no more than a sentence. Unfortunately, for her, she knows certain people who love to expose her. Her former teammates at the old dance academy would tell exclusive stories about the idol, revealing how much of a pain in the ass she used to be. Other than that, she spends peaceful and fun times with her group members, converses with her family over the phone when she has time, and have nightly rendezvous with a special person.
Son Jinah holds treasured secrets from the world, keeping them close to her heart without letting a single soul know. She reminisces about them anytime the universe tries to bring her down and test her limits. It’s already suspicious enough that Jinah is a naturally quiet and reserved person, so what more does she have to hide?
It’s about to be one in the morning as Jinah wanders through the busy streets of Times Square in New York City. She had snuck out of the hotel room without telling her managers except for her best friend, Taehyun, who promised to cover for her if anyone asks for her whereabouts. They would have gone together, but who would lie to their managers about their missing presence? They promised they would explore the city another time when they aren’t on a tour.
After her mini adventure of sightseeing in the bustling city and visiting random stores, Jinah searches for her hotel in the sea of buildings. Her fox eyes are droopy, and her body feels like it’ll give out if she takes four more steps. It’s true that this city hardly ever sleeps as cars streak by and herds of people crowd the sidewalks. Times Square looks cool just like how the films and television shows portray it, but they also fail to mention some rude people and crazy expensive prices.
Fortunately, Jinah wore a jacket with a black baseball cap to hide her identity. Although, she thinks she isn’t on that level of fame yet to be hoarded by fans and cameras. She is used to this type of cold weather since her hometown isn’t any different. The coldness in this city is no joke; it might rival London’s. The way she trudges through the street makes her look like a zombie, but she could care less.
Her mind drifts off to wonderland as she continues to walk down some random New York street, wishing she called for a taxi instead. It might be a 24-minute mile walk, but she had just finished a two-hour-long performance. She can still hear the roar of the crowd and the bass thumping in her ears. The energy of her fans cheering and screaming her name reminds her why she became an idol.
Yes, that is the life she chose, but is she truly happy?
“Hey, I finally found you.”
Jinah pauses in her footsteps and looks around her busy surroundings upon hearing that familiar voice blessing her ears. The people around her continue to walk by, none of them looking like the owner of the voice that she knows very well. When she turns back around, she looks at the woman in front of her and makes eye contact with her. She is standing close to her, wearing that adorable gummy smile that makes her cheeks look chubbier. Under the black bucket hat, her feline eyes sparkle when she stares into fox eyes, making her laugh at the confusion clouding the gray hues. Dark brunette locks cascade down her shoulders and back, blending in with her black shirt and the dark denim hanging around her hips. Let’s not forget her signature black Chanel bag slung over her shoulder.
Jinah blinks once, twice, and three more times. Then, she pinches herself to make sure this isn’t a dream. Right before her eyes is none other than—
“Jennie?” Jinah says cautiously in a quiet tone, in case someone recognizes the shorter idol.
“The one and only,” she quips, her smiles widening.
“How did you find me?” Jinah asks, not bothering to hide her irritation. “Do you understand the consequences of flying out here? Does your manager know, your boss? Aren’t you busy preparing for that one festival next month?”
“Oh, my God!” Jennie groans out loud, rolling her eyes. She isn’t surprised that Jinah would react this way. “You shared your location with me a while ago,” she reminds her. “And I asked for this week off. My manager knows where I am.”
Jinah frowns at her. “Did you really have to fly all the way over here just to see me?”
Jennie holds her arms out. “Are you gonna hug me or not? Because I did not sit in a plane for fourteen hours and watch you perform for two hours so you can scold me.”
The raven squints at her before giving in. She accepts the warm and welcoming embrace, practically melting into her once they touch.
“Did you miss me?”
“A little,” Jinah replies, smiling into her brunette hair when Jennie pinches her side. The stress has overwhelmed her so much to the point that being in Jennie’s arms causes a lump in her throat. God, she can’t remember the last time she was this emotional.
Jennie runs her fingers through raven locks. She can feel the younger girl tighten her arms around her and holds her closer. She would love to hear what Jinah has been going through, that is, if she is willing to talk about it.
Jinah doesn’t know how long they’ve been standing there. It might have been a few minutes, or maybe a few hours. Jennie tends to have that effect.
Silently, Jennie takes Jinah’s hand and leads her away from the busy crowd. Jinah doesn’t care where they go, the quest for her hotel is long gone.
The only thing that matters to her is that they are alone together.
—
[1:14 am]
Jennie tosses her Chanel bag onto the bed as she takes a seat. Her gaze shifts over to the tall girl, filled with wonder and reverence. “How are you feeling?”
In contrast to the insane pop stardom, Jennie’s hotel room is simple and normal. No fancy wines sitting in chrome buckets of ice, no expensive treats on silver trays, no electrical fireplaces, no white leather couches—nothing that would scream out a five-star suite. Just her luggage, a queen-sized bed, a small television, and a little table by the window with a good view of New York City. On the table sits a palm-sized speaker playing soft R&B tunes.
“Knackered,” Jinah replies in her typical British accent that makes the older girl laugh softly. She removes her black hat and ruffles her flattened hair. She sits next to Jennie and relaxes for the first time in a while. She can smell Jennie’s Chanel perfume along with her favorite citrus-scented lotion.
“I enjoyed the show. You put on a good performance like always,” Jennie comments, reaching over to grab her bag again.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were in the crowd? I would’ve taken you backstage.”
“I didn’t want that privilege. I just wanted to blend in with the crowd, you know, feel normal for once.”
Jinah hums in agreement, respecting her decision.
Jennie digs through her bag for a particular item. Once she finds it, she pulls out a plastic bag with some gummy bears in it. When she opens the bag, an unrecognizable smell makes the fox curious about what bizarre ingredient is in those sweets.
“You’re heading to Chicago next, right?” she asks, distracting her from the candy.
“Correct.”
“I think it’s a short flight between here and there.”
“The manager says it’s about two and a half hours,” Jinah adds, eyeing the feline girl who adds a few sweets onto her palm. “What are you eating?”
“Gummy bears, Sherlock.”
Jinah blinks at her with a deadpan look, not convinced by her smart-ass answer. “The truth.”
Jennie puts two bears into her mouth and chews them down. She tilts her head and flutters her eyes innocently. She is about to retaliate with another comment, but Jinah places her hand under her chin and lifts her head.
“Eat with your mouth closed,” Jinah chides.
The brunette swallows as her cat eyes meet fox-like eyes. Jinah notices how close they’ve gotten. Now there’s a playful glint swirling in her brown orbs.
Losing her patience, Jinah tugs her chin forward and allows their lips to meet. She feels a grin against her mouth, finally tasting her fruity flavor after so long. Their kisses were always tender and slow, basking in each other’s warmth and taste. They appreciate everything—scent, sound, taste, and feelings. The sounds of their lips sliding against each other mix with the soft music in the background. Only then, their breaths grow heavier as bodies press close, falling on the mattress.
Jinah snakes her hand beneath Jennie’s top, hearing the brunette inhale sharply at her cold fingers touching her warm skin. Though, she doesn’t flinch away. Jinah’s hand tucks underneath the round slope of her breast, feeling the rhythmic pounding under her palm. It’s selfish, but Jinah likes to think this heart beats for her alone.
Jennie’s hands rest on Jinah’s shoulders, subtly pushing her away. “They’re edibles,” she reveals.
“Edibles?”
“Food with marijuana.”
With furrowed eyebrows, Jinah sits up as her hand blindly searches for the bag of candy on the bed. Once she finds it, she examines the multicolored gummy bears with a peculiar smell.
“Jennie.”
“Okay, okay! Before you get all pissy with me, it’s to relax and destress, I swear it’s not that bad of a drug compared to other stuff,” Jennie argues, sitting up and snatching the bag from her. “Have you ever tried some?”
“I don’t eat sweets often,” Jinah replies.
“I know. You eat your weird British snacks instead.”
“They are not weird.”
She snorts,” Sure…”
“Jen—”
“Here.” She drops a gummy bear on Jinah’s palm. “Try one yourself. I had a friend buy them for me, so nobody would suspect me of buying things from dealers. I would get in so much trouble.”
Jinah studies the gummy bear up close.
“I know you don’t smoke that much anymore, so eating an edible is a better solution. And you’ve been crazy stressed lately, so this should help you.”
Jinah used to puff a few smokes here and then but has stopped since her doctor told her it would affect her physical health in terms of dancing and singing. She needs to preserve her stamina if she wants to dance for another ten, maybe twenty, years. Sometimes, she would have the itch to light up a cigarette and exhale her stress away. However, she has learned to distract herself with other things to not give in to the temptation.
“How thoughtful of you,” Jinah comments, still hesitating on eating the candy.
“I promise you it’ll make you feel good.”
“Are you sure you’re not roofing me?”
“Jinah!”
Chuckling, Jinah pops the candy into her mouth. It tastes like a normal gummy bear, except there’s a hidden flavor just beneath it. She grimaces at the weird taste, reminding her of burnt wood.
“I appreciate the thought of it, love. I should’ve gotten you a gift…”
“It’s fine,” Jennie says, waving it off. “I already appreciate that you’re losing sleep to be here with me.”
The raven interlocks their fingers and brings Jennie’s hand up to her mouth, gently kissing the back of it. “How long does it take for it to take effect?”
“Somewhere between twenty minutes and an hour. It depends on how much weed is in it.”
“How much do these little buggers have?”
“Enough.”
“Bloody hell,” Jinah curses under her breath. The raven glances at the clock on the nightstand beside the bed, the blinking red numbers tell her it’s a quarter past one. She hasn’t had marijuana in her system before, so she isn’t sure how her body will handle it. Wondering if she will stay up all night or pass out in an hour. “Well, what should we do in the meantime?” she asks, laying flat on the bed and staring at the ceiling. “Chat about our day? Listen to new music? There are a few movies Taehyun has recommended me to watch…”
Jinah trails off when she notices the dark expression on the feline girl’s face. Jennie twirls a black strand around her finger as she bites her lip subtly, telling her that she has other plans tonight.
“I have a better idea,” Jennie says, running her hand over Jinah’s thigh.
Jinah hums quietly, wondering if she should play along with her coy game or not. It’s been so long since they have seen each other and shared intimate hours. It wouldn’t hurt to forget the outside for a few hours and have fun with the brunette idol.
“Care to tell me about it, love?” Jinah asks, voice getting lower and quieter.
With a lustful gaze, Jennie hovers over the raven and leans down so she can kiss her passionately. Jinah’s body instantly reacts to the feverish kiss, heat coiling in her lower stomach while growing stiff quickly. Her hips have a mind of their own as they rise toward the brunette like a magnet.
Jennie slides her hands down Jinah’s body and stops at the waistband of her jeans. Just to tease her, she curls her finger around the belt loop and tugs on it before letting it go. The raven sends her a brief glare at her stalling, which makes Jennie smile not so innocently.
“We don’t have a lot of time, so take advantage of every second,” Jinah states.
“I know,” Jennie says almost exasperatedly, delicate hands working to unzip her jeans and pull them down along with her underwear to expose her naked lower half. One thing about Jinah that irritates her is how snappy and scolding she gets when they’re on a time limit.
When her hand graces her softly, a shiver shoots up Jinah’s spine as a soft moan slips past her lips. The fox looks away in embarrassment at how easily her body submits to the older idol. Jennie tries to not smirk arrogantly at the quick response she receives.
“Jen,” she lets out a soft hiss when the brunette gives the tip a kittenish lick.
“Shh, relax,” Jennie smirks, moving her hand up and down the growing shaft. She gives it a gentle tug before stroking it to its full length. Jinah shuts her eyes and leans back with her arms supporting her weight. She sucks in a sharp breath when the older girl kisses the tip before closing her lips around her girth. Her bold tongue licks and lashes with careful strokes that makes Jinah get lost in the pleasure. Her mouth takes in the raven with no difficulty, wet lips gliding up and down while increasing the pace.
Jennie mimics a swallowing motion each time the tip brushes the back of her throat without altering the tempo. Her skills have drastically improved since the first time they’ve done this, and it blows Jinah’s mind at how well she uses her mouth. She smirks as she observes the younger girl’s reaction, who can barely keep herself together as the pleasure runs through her veins and the blood rushes north and south. Vixen eyes are squeezed up, long fingers clutching the bedsheets, lips parting as a small grunt escapes. These types of reactions encourage Jennie to pleasure Jinah further until she’s lightheaded with ecstasy.
Jinah can barely keep herself together.
This is too much to handle all at once.
Jinah sits up and puts a hand on Jennie’s shoulder. “J-Jen,” she stammers out, pushing her away. “Stop.”
Alerted, Jennie pulls back from her lap and brushes her hair from her face, tucking the loose strands behind her ear. Her worried feline eyes stare up at the fidgety girl who avoids eye contact with her.
“What’s wrong?”
Fuck.
Jennie’s raspy yet nervous tone almost tempts the raven to beg her to continue her work, but she keeps herself under control. She curses at herself for killing the mood and making it awkward.
“I was about… about to cum,” Jinah mutters, feeling her face burn in embarrassment. She fiddles with her earring and looks around the room to avoid locking gazes with the kitten between her long legs.
Jennie’s face scrunches an expression of confusion in an adorable way. She wipes her mouth before crawling up to hover over the raven. “Okay…? ”
Jinah just wants a black hole to swallow her up whole. “Um… I didn’t think… you’d want me to… you know, in your…”
This time, Jennie breaks out in a fit of laughter. “Of course, I don’t mind!” She playfully slaps the raven’s chest before fiddling with her silver necklace. “Did you forget that you used to do it all the time?”
Jinah’s loud groan drowns out her teasing words, covering her flushed face with her hands. She pushes Jennie off of her body as the laughing kitten falls onto the bed, dark brown hair sprawled out as her cute giggles fill the room.
“It’s been a while,” Jinah grumbles, rolling her eyes in annoyance when she won’t shut the fuck up.
“Don’t be embarrassed.” Jennie wipes away her tears before reaching over and directing Jinah’s head to face her. “Would you like to return the favor, Nana?” she asks with a seductive lip bite.
Jinah swallows harshly as she draws closer to the brunette, inhaling her sweet aroma of citrus and Chanel. “Strip,” the raven demands quietly, “I want to see every part of you.”
Jennie starts to take off her shirt while Jinah moves her fingers down to the zipper of her pants. She slips them off as Jennie unclasps her black bra and lets her breasts free, piling them with the rest of the discarded clothes on the floor. Her vixen eyes trail up and down her body once more skin is revealed. Her physique is perfect: slim yet curvy hips and a well-developed chest with perky nipples. Her slightly tanned skin has a nice hue as the room’s light shimmers upon it. Jennie’s body has gotten a bit toned and slimmer since the last time she saw her.
Wordlessly, Jinah reaches her hand out to stroke Jennie’s abdomen; fine like silk. She trails up and skims her fingers across her prominent collarbone before tracing the outline of her breast. She teasingly pulls on the erected bud as her chest follows her hand. The fox smiles at her reaction.
“You’re really hot, you know,” Jennie says almost breathlessly.
Jinah has heard those types of compliments from countless people in her whole life. They would say she has this confident and intimidating yet sexy vibe to her. However, it’s different when she receives them from the one and only: Jennie. It makes her feel better and special about herself.
The raven removes the rest of her clothes in a slow fashion that causes Jennie to complain to her about taking too long. Once she reveals her nude, lanky body to the brunette idol, she is immediately met with another warm naked body. Hands are exploring every inch of themselves—pinching, groping, clawing whatever they can reach.
Jinah latches her mouth on each perfect nipple, sucking or flicking the buds to stimulate the sensation. She even goes as far as biting it, which almost earns her a slap to the face for surprising the kitten and being too harsh. She quickly apologizes with a soft kiss over the bite mark.
“Imagine…” Jennie is unable to finish her thought as Jinah starts a trail of kisses down the valley of her breasts.
“Imagine what?” Jinah whispers, allowing her breath to puff against Jennie’s wet skin. The older girl shivers at the hot sensation.
“If our fans… really knew about us,” Jennie moans between her words, threading her hands through Jinah’s black hair.
At her words, Jinah pauses her work and stares at the glistening flesh in front of her. She remembers the fans going crazy online when they caught her affectionally fixing the infamous Blackpink member’s hair in front of a huge crowd, a soft look in her fox eyes. The reason fans freaked out is that Jinah isn’t a skinship type of person, and she is usually never seen with anybody outside of her group. Hell, she isn’t touchy with her own group members, except for Taehyun on some occasions.
News articles pointed out how close they are as friends, but that’s all they will ever be in the public’s eye.
Friends.
Well, they aren’t lovers either, so ‘friends’ is the appropriate term.
“It’s my fault for touching your hair at that one award show,” Jinah chuckles, kissing the cute belly button.
“What for? They know we are friends.”
“You know how crazy fans get over that kind of content,” Jinah states. “They get analytical with the smallest details and come up with the most bizarre theories.”
Jennie agrees with her on that part.
Jinah reaches the space below her navel where her polished and wet core awaits her. She finds the little mole on the crevice of her inner thigh that Jinah knows too well. Though, her smile falters when a thought runs across her mind that she might not be the only person to ever see Jennie like this.
Jennie lets out a long, throaty moan as the raven licks a long line across her wet slit, letting her taste the vaguely sweet flavor. She spreads her thighs farther apart and rests one leg over Jinah’s shoulder. Her tongue pushes deep inside her clenching hole and tastes her walls, pausing to suck the tiny bud atop her slit. A strong sense of desire compels Jinah to increase her tongue work. Her soft sighs increase in volume, reaching a pitch that drowns out the music and obscene noises that Jinah’s mouth made.
From there, Jinah becomes immersed in her work. She gives her undivided attention to the older woman. Her sweet aroma and taste bring her to a different kind of intoxication. It feeds her greedy ego at the way Jennie’s hips buck into her mouth for more, the slickness increasing on her chin as time passes by.
“Oh fuck,” Jennie hisses out, tightening her hold on the raven’s head. “I’m coming…!” She thrusts her hips upwards a few more times, rubbing herself all over the beautiful girl’s face. Jinah helps her by providing a rapid dance of her tongue. She rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm until her spasms die down and she’s left trembling on the bed.
Jinah crawls upward to meet the brunette and pulls her into a warm embrace. Her poor kitten shakes in her arms, body slick with sweat and face ablaze with a pink glow of passion.
“Are you okay, love?” she asks quietly, cradling her kitten close. It’s moments like these that Jennie feels like the luckiest girl in the world because the cold idol displays affection for her only. Her free hand comes up to comb down her messy brown locks.
Jennie cuddles close to her chest, burying herself there as if she wants nothing more than to hide from the world.
“Did you hear me, Jen?”
“Yeah, I heard you…”
“Then?”
“Then what?”
“Are you okay?”
“Mmmm…”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Oh, for crying out loud! I’m fine!” Jennie replies, her eyes rolling so far back in her skull that she might’ve seen her brain.
Jinah laughs—way more than she normally would. There’s a feeling of giddiness rising within her like a tide. Jennie has seen Jinah laugh a few times, but never like this. It’s such a rare occasion to see that people would kill to hear that laughter. Fans even pointed out how her laugh resembles one of a fox. She must have been one in her past life.
“Yeah, the weed is definitely kicking in,” Jennie comments, looking up to see her bloodshot eyes. She is still panting quite a bit but recovering fast like usual. “You’re high.”
“Am I now?” Jinah giggles, feeling very good and happy. “No, I’m fine.”
“You are more than fine.”
Jinah rolls over on her back and blows out a final laugh before rubbing her eyes and staring up at the ceiling just like earlier. The crenelated design etched jaggedly into the roof intrigues her for some reason. Out of nowhere, a wave of sadness hits her.
“How long can we keep up this arrangement?”
Jennie remains silent for a few seconds before answering, “I don’t know…” Her voice is still rough from her recent orgasm, but there’s still a trace of deflation. It brings an uncomfortable ache to Jinah’s heart. Sensing the younger girl’s depression, she takes her hand in her own. “For as long as we can.”
Jinah knows it’s just the marijuana stirring up these thoughts and ideas that she prefers to keep buried in the back of her mind. There has been a point in her life when she had thought about her future with Jennie. It didn’t have a happy ending. The last time they talked about it ended in a nasty argument. They would try to overlook the problem and hide it away in the darkness.
However, it’s time to stop ignoring it.
“Do you think people will ever find out?” Jinah asks, running her thumb over Jennie’s knuckles.
“Do you want me to be honest?”
Jinah turns to look into her brown eyes. She responds with a meek nod.
“Yes and no. That’s all I’ll ever tell you.”
A heavy breath exhales through Jinah’s nose, rolling her eyes at the vague answer. “Are you still heartbroken about… you know?” she cautiously asks to not trigger any feelings.
Jennie is quiet again, longer than usual. She knows that Jinah is talking about the boy group member she was dating for a few months prior to their breakup. Even though she was dating somebody else, it didn’t stop her from meeting the raven-haired idol.
After a long moment of silence, Jennie releases a quiet sigh. “Not anymore.”
“Did you ever like him?”
“Not as much as you…” Jennie admits in a whisper. Suddenly, she sits upright and looks back at the confused fox. “Do you think they’ll find out the reason why I broke up with him was because of us? Because we’ve had this secret arrangement since last year?”
The older idol has already predicted what the media would say about her, the opinions that would ruin her career. One dating scandal is damaging enough, but the world finding out that Kim Jennie was also a cheater?
No.
Jennie isn’t an unfaithful cheater.
She didn’t do anything out of line that would harm her relationship. Even if Jennie wanted to meet up in the dead of night, Jinah decided against it. It would cause an uncomfortable feeling in her chest because she didn’t want to backstab her other close friend, Jongin. Jinah shouldn’t have pushed those questions given how traumatized Jennie is from the backlash she received at the beginning of the year. Just thinking about getting involved in another scandal must have caused terror to rise within the idol.
“I don’t want that to happen,” Jennie mutters shakily.
Jinah presses her lips together in a firm line, worried at the tearful tone in Jennie’s voice. She pulls Jennie back into her arms and she clings to her needfully. “It won’t.”
“But—”
“Don’t think about it, not right now,” Jinah cuts her off. “You don’t have to think about that when you’re with me.” She presses her lips to the mole under the girl’s left eyebrow while combing a hand through her messy locks.
Jinah always has this urge to protect the fragile kitten from everything. The poor girl goes through hell almost every single day. And for what? Just because she is one of the kindest people in the world, idiots like take her for granted and make her their punching bag. They tend to forget that she is also a human being with feelings.
The tension in Jennie’s limbs begins to relax after her reassuring words.
“Jinah…”
She hums questionably at her.
Jennie cranes her neck up and looks at the fox, who notices the tears on her eyelashes. She leans down to kiss them away, tasting the salty drops upon her plump lips. So bittersweet.
“You still haven’t cum yet, have you?” Jennie questions, hand sliding down to the spot where the raven needed her the most.
In a blur of motion, Jinah has Jennie settled on the bed as she hovers over her. She fondles her soft mound in one hand and uses the other hand to support her position. Giving her the best orgasm of her life with her mouth is one feeling, but using her cock is another sensation entirely.
“Don’t tease me,” Jennie pleads. Her hips would buck upward impatiently, ready to be filled.
“I’m not.” Jinah positions her cock against her. When the tip pokes her seeping entrance, she gradually enters her. Jennie exhales a shaky moan when the girl above her slips into her warm tightness. She has always been so snug; warm, velvety walls that grip the raven in a tight lock.
Once Jinah bottoms out, they lay there in silence as they are sent into a trance, savoring this moment in full.
“Jinah.”
“Hm?”
“Can you please move?”
Jinah starts with a deliberate, slow rhythm to get used to each other again. It has been so long since they have done this that she wants to experience every part of her. She went as deep as she can, every inch of herself buried inside the brunette. Jennie wraps her arms around the younger’s shoulders while releasing moans of satisfaction in Jinah’s ear to let her know how good she makes her feel.
As the tempo picks up, Jennie rocks back and forth from the momentum, causing her breasts to bounce with each thrust. Her freshly manicured nails grip Jinah’s flesh to steady herself as the raven fastens the pace. Moans come out stuttered and breathless. Jinah holds onto the smaller girl and the bed for support, so she can gyrate her hips quicker.
It’s now Jennie’s turn to rile Jinah up.
“Faster…”
Jinah grits her teeth, “I’m trying—”
“No. Fuck my pussy like you actually mean it,” she whispers into her ear, words that catch Jinah off guard. Naughty, filthy things that Jennie would never say out loud in a million years.
“Jen...”
“I want you to creampie me, baby. Have me leaking with your cum all night.”
And just like that, Jinah is sent into an animalistic state. Gray eyes shut tightly as she lets out a deep grunt before losing control.
“I’m close,” the raven pants, the words barely audible over the sound of the bed frame creaking beneath them.
Jennie lets out a short cry, shifting slightly, as she readjusts her grip on Jinah’s shoulders. Her legs tighten around Jinah’s waist to keep her locked without pulling out. Her body gets hotter and hotter the room’s air conditioner can’t cool her down.
The overwhelming pleasure clouds her senses and more words tumble out of her mouth. In a sultry tone, she growls lowly by the raven’s ear, “Cum inside me.”
Flustered, Jinah looks at her. She thought Jennie was saying those words just to encourage her, but seeing the needy yet determined expression lets her know she isn’t joking. “A-Are you sure?”
Her nails pierce into her flesh. “Now.”
Her dark tone drives Jinah over the edge. She gives one final hard thrust that provokes a high-pitched cry from her kitten. The ecstasy rises through Jinah’s body, blooming across her, as she grunts in a deep vibrato into the crook of Jennie’s shoulder. The powerful release rocks the dancer to the core, making her feel a sense of unity with the brunette.
In this exact moment, only the two of them matter.
The exhausted raven rolls over to the side, breathing raggedly as her body trembles lightly. She feels the kitten wrap her in another embrace.
“That was new,” she mutters through a bleary hazy, intoxicated from the edible and her post-orgasm.
“What was?” Jennie muses.
“Your filthy mouth.” Jinah pinches her chubby cheek.
Jennie lets out a throaty chuckle, shifting the raven to her side so she can intertwine her legs with hers. Her fingers trace Jinah’s thigh while she awaits for her to calm down. “I should do it more often.”
Jinah’s cheeks redden at the thought of Jennie whispering those sinful words again. Jennie then takes her hand into her own and guides it down between them. The raven cocks an eyebrow at the sudden action.
“Are you still horny after that? Good lord, I know you’re like a cat in heat, but—”
“No, no,” Jennie interrupts with a shake of her head. “I just want you to feel this.” She presses Jinah’s long fingers to her pussy. It’s still soaking wet and sticky from the remnants of the younger idol’s load. “You feel that?” She presses her lips to Jinah’s, who swallows harshly as her fingers gently rub her slit. “You did this to me. I feel so full, baby.”
The youngster finds it sensual and alluring, feeling a blush burn her cheeks. “You’re something else…”
For a second, she worries about the hotel maids finding the bedsheets and spreading rumors about the brunette idol having a fun night with someone. Though, she forgets it when Jennie scoots off the bed and stands up, stretching her tired arms over her head. Her inner thighs glisten with thick, opaque moisture.
“Let’s take a shower.”
—
[2:26 am]
While Jennie adjusts the water’s temperature, Jinah looks in the mirror for the first time. She can’t help but become aroused again upon seeing their sweaty bodies marked by love bites and scratches. But taking a closer look at her face, she notices how thin she has gotten while on tour. She can practically see the outlines of her cheekbones and sharp jaw. She looks at the redness in the white of her eyes, confirming that she is stoned.
“Come on.” Jennie tugs on the younger’s hand to step under the misty spray. Jinah flinches once her skin comes in contact with the blazing hot water.
“Fuckin’ Christ! Why are you so obsessed with hot showers?”
“Because they’re relaxing,” Jennie argues. She has no problem letting the water with the same temperature as lava drench her whole.
“I’m about to get a bloody third-degree burn.”
“Stop whining and get clean!”
Their shower session isn’t any different than their bedroom activities. They spend their time exchanging lazy kisses while scrubbing their bodies clean. They wash away their sins as slippery bodies laved with foamy soap press close together with no space between them.
Of course, excitement sparks up again.
The idols fall into another bout of heated kisses. They make sure to keep it short and simple, but that idea goes away once their hands explore every part of their beings. Jennie is granted another release with two long fingers deep inside her, embracing the raven tightly. In return, Jinah finishes directly inside Jennie’s mouth.
They stay in the shower until the water runs cold, feeling the fatigue overtake their bodies. After their nightly routine of brushing their teeth, combing their hair, and applying lotion, both women trudge back to bed. They disregard the stained sheets as they lay down.
“Are you staying the night?” Jennie asks, stifling a yawn.
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes!” Jennie answers a little too desperately. When she realizes how clingy she sounded, she looks away in embarrassment. “I mean, yes…” she says in a quieter voice.
Jinah only chuckles as she pets her still-damp hair that looks black like hers. “Okay, kitten.” She reaches over to retrieve her phone from the nightstand and sets an alarm for six in the morning and a quick text to her group member about arriving late tonight. That feeling of guilt still gnaws her from the inside. She feels bad for not telling her best friend about her secret arrangement with Jennie.
One day, she’ll tell her.
Just not right now…
Jennie turns on her side to face her fox. Wet strands of hair stick to her bare face and her gray eyes hold a heavy emotion that Jennie cannot distinguish. Jinah takes her hand and holds it delicately.
“I don’t wanna go to sleep.” Sadness coats her tone as she looks at anything but her gray eyes.
Jinah furrows her eyebrows in slight despair. “Why not?”
“Because that means I have to say goodbye to you when I wake up.”
Her heart aches uncomfortably. Jinah pulls her pouty kitten close and kisses her softly, holding her chin with such tenderness. “I’ll stay up.”
“Will you?”
“Yes. We can watch the telly, order room service, or talk until sunrise until… until I have to leave.”
“But you’ll be even more tired,” Jennie argues. Her voice is shaky with melancholy like she will break down any second, pouty lips quivering.
“So? I’m always tired.”
“This is different. You’re in the middle of a world tour, and you hardly get any breaks, let alone sleep. I don’t want you to be tired because of me…”
Jinah smiles at her concerns, letting her snuggle into her chest. “I can sleep on the plane.”
“You hate sleeping on the plane because you get anxiety from sitting for too long and you get neck problems,” Jennie points out, shaking her head in disappointment as she twirls the silver pendant of her necklace between her fingers. She really knows a lot of details about the younger idol. It warms and squeezes Jinah’s heart at how much she cares about her.
Jinah swallows down the lump in her throat. No way in hell will she show weakness, especially not when Jennie needs her to be the strongest.
Gathering up the remaining of her strength, she sits upright and pulls Jennie with her. “Let’s order room service. Would you like to eat dumplings or a bowl of fruit with tea?”
Jennie nods cutely as she rubs her tearful eyes. Her duality still amazes Jinah because nobody would believe this is the sexy and confident Kim Jennie of Blackpink.
Jinah places an order over the phone, blessing Jennie’s ears with her elegant British accent. She manages to make the kitten giggle a bit when she gets confused between American words and British words. She had to ask Jennie what’s the American variant of chips, which are fries. The marijuana is still swirling in her system, so she decides to order herself a meal as well.
While they wait for the food to arrive, they pass the time by listening to music, watching random videos on social media, or sharing each other’s deep thoughts. Jennie refuses to break physical contact with Jinah. The entire time, she clings to the younger girl like a sticky dumpling. She finally understands why her bandmate gave her the nickname ‘Jendeukie.’ Ironic how Jennie is the oldest of the two yet Jinah takes care of her like a baby.
As long as they have each other by their sides, everything is worth it.
—
[6:57 am]
It is about to be seven in the morning.
Their flight leaves at nine.
Jinah still hasn’t returned.
Taehyun has given up trying to contact her younger bandmate for over two hours now. Every time she called, it immediately sent her to voicemail. Either Jinah’s phone had died, or she turned it off. She did receive a text message that the brit would be arriving late, but she didn’t specify the time. Her definition of late tends to change from time to time.
Then, her mind drifts off to the worst scenarios possible. Worry gnaws her alive as she thinks about the British girl getting lost in New York City and getting kidnapped and murdered.
Okay, you’re overreacting, Taehyun, she tells herself, shaking her head furiously and smacking her forehead.
Maybe it was a bad idea for Jinah to sneak off in the middle of the night. She scolds herself for not talking Jinah out of exploring New York this late at night—or, early in the morning. Her fingers itch to call their manager and help her find the fox, but it would get them in huge trouble.
Taehyun couldn’t get a proper wink of sleep, only about two to three hours until dread settled in her chest about the missing presence of Jinah. If she ever does return, she will give her a good beating for making her worried sick. The raw anxiety churning in her insides feels acidic, burning away at her little by little.
Exactly one minute before seven, the door opens with a soft click.
Warm, blissful relief fills Taehyun’s body when her bandmate walks through the hotel room door. She shoots up from the bed and rushes to the entrance. She finds her almost looking the same as before she left, except her hair is somewhat damp and messy. The New York rain must’ve ruined it.
“What the hell took you so long, Son Jinah?!” Taehyun exclaims, throwing a pillow at her.
The latter remains unfazed and apathetic like always as she lets the pillow hit her shoulder. “I already told you that I’d come back late.”
“You didn’t say a time.”
Okay yeah, that’s her fault.
“Why didn’t you pick up my calls?”
“Phone’s dead.”
“How did you make it back here?”
“I can speak English, and I took a taxi,” Jinah replies like it’s the most obvious thing ever, which irks her bandmate.
When Jinah walks past her, Taehyun picks up a foreign scent that drowns out the brit’s usual fragrance. She always smells like jasmine, which has become her signature scent, but Taehyun has detected a new smell that reminds her of Chanel. This rascal had to be with someone.
“Who were you with?” Taehyun asks suspiciously.
Jinah already rehearsed this in the taxi after leaving Jennie’s hotel room. She didn’t want to lie to her best friend, so she decided to keep it vague to let the older idol wonder to herself.
“I met a friend.”
“A friend?”
“Yes, Taehyun.”
“You smell a lot like her.”
Jinah glances at her friend who has her arms crossed over her chest and an expression masked with utmost seriousness. It almost felt threatening. “Very strong perfume,” she quips.
Taehyun notices how red her eyes are and the way she slurs some of her words. “Are you okay?”
“Why?”
“You seem… out of it.”
Instead of replying, Jinah hums lowly as she staggers to the closest bed.
Taehyun gives up interrogating Jinah since she won’t spill any secrets anytime soon. It’s hard to get through her and read her. She’s like an enigma that takes hours to solve, and all you get is one or two hints that make you question if they relate to the equation or not.
“What time do we leave?” Jinah asks.
“In an hour,” Taehyun replies. “I already packed our things, so you can sit back and relax while we wait for the managers to text us.”
Without a word, Jinah collapses on the bed and shuts her eyes, immediately falling asleep after twenty-four hours of being awake.
One day she’ll tell Taehyun about her secret.
One day…
an: another older one shot i forgot to post hskdsgd
synopsis: jimin hooks up with her “friend” inside her father’s church
warnings: 18+ smut, blasphemy, references to homophobia, religious themes, cursing in a church, making out, sex in a church, oral sex (jimin receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, reader uses she/her/hers
word count: 4.1k
*read at your own risk*
[9:44 am]
Every Sunday, the tall girl would stand outside the church’s entrance waiting for the priest’s daughter to finish her morning mass. She could have been waiting by her car, but she wanted to surprise her special friend.
[Y/N] prefers to wait outside because she isn’t entirely welcomed here. One reason being that the priest holds so much resentment towards her. Another is that he isn’t too fond of how flirty and touchy she gets with his daughter. [Y/N] could only imagine his reaction when he finds out what else she is hiding beneath her pants.
Just last night, [Y/N] returned from her month-long trip overseas. She was going to send Jimin a text message, but she decided to surprise her by showing up at church today. In fact, Jimin doesn’t know that [Y/N] had arrived a week early. She can’t wait to see her reaction when she finds the troublemaker outside the wooden doors.
[Y/N] has gone through a lot of trouble to be labeled as the rebel in town. To begin with, she used to vandalize property with graffiti and pick fights with a lot of people. Her tattoos aren’t accepted in the conservative Korean society, and her foul language isn’t ‘ladylike’ as the elders claim. She couldn’t care less about what their thoughts are about her.
One action that got her into serious trouble was when she was caught spraying vulgar words on the outside walls of the church. She had to serve a lot of community service hours to make up for the damage she caused. However, she was glad that she committed that childish act; otherwise, she would have never met the priest’s daughter.
The large double doors swing open as a line of people exit the church, meaning mass is over. The visitors barely pay attention to the girl sitting on the wooden bench. [Y/N] actually dressed up for the occasion; a white-collared shirt under a cream-colored jacket. Though, she cannot hide her tattoos from these judgmental people.
Oftentimes, they would tell [Y/N] that her pretty face is wasted on such a tainted body and ugly heart. Honestly, their stingy comments don’t hurt. She’s pretty much used to it by now.
As the last group leaves, God’s favorite angel walks out to wave the visitors goodbye. When she feels a new presence next to her, she turns to look at the figure, and her breath is taken away. Their gazes instantly lock as her lips widen into a heart-melting grin that [Y/N] absolutely loves.
“You’re finally back, [Y/N]!”
Jimin doesn’t hold back her excitement as she jumps on [Y/N], throwing her arms around her neck and engulfing her in the tightest hug ever. [Y/N] returns the hug with a gentle squeeze around Jimin’s waist, picking her up and twirling her around.
They may act like a couple, but people only think of them as close best friends—maybe even as sisters. However, it’s far from what Jimin and [Y/N] think of each other. Jimin’s father has warned her many times to be mindful of how she and [Y/N] behave around each other. He’s told her that she should never consider [Y/N] as a future lover.
It’s forbidden, and he will not tolerate it.
Like an obedient daughter, Jimin only nods with a fake smile to his words. But behind the closed doors, she carries on with her sinful activities and prays to God every night to forgive her.
“It’s good to see you again,” [Y/N] whispers, stroking the back of her head. She inhales Jimin’s signature scent that brings her to a state of comfort and safety.
“I missed you,” the black-haired girl mutters.
“Me too, Jimin.”
Yoo Jimin is the only girl [Y/N] has deeply cared about. She will always hold a special spot in her heart, whether they are friends or lovers.
Jimin is Jimin.
She is a precious type of gem that everyone wishes to steal and claim as their own, but it’s impossible. Jimin isn’t the type of girl to easily swoon at whoever shows her attention. Many have attempted to court her, but none have been successful in doing so.
Except for one person.
The world will never know how [Y/N] managed to charm her way into Yoo Jimin’s heart.
They met when [Y/N] was scrubbing the vandalism off the outside church walls during her community service hours. At first, they would bicker and poke fun at each other. As time passed by, they developed some kind of relationship. Her father caught on to their frequent meetings and warned them that they could never go beyond the friend zone.
They separate the hug quickly before anyone suspects something is up between them.
Jimin keeps her hand on [Y/N]’s elbow since she misses her warmth. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming earlier?”
“Well, I wanted to surprise you,” [Y/N] replies, giving her a soft smile.
“Strange that you chose here, out of all the places.”
[Y/N] glances at the building with a large statue of a cross. “I knew you’d be in Mass, so why not?”
“How considerate,” she comments. She is about to ask [Y/N] about her overseas trip, but a familiar gruff voice interrupts their alone time.
“Ah, [Y/N] [L/N]… I did not expect to see you here today.”
Father Yoo.
Out comes the priest in his typical black cassock and clerical collar with a golden cross hanging around his neck. Rimmed glasses are perched on top of his nose, eyes staring down at the lad. His straight posture shows dominance and power with his puffed-out chest and hands crossed behind his back. He is the depiction of a holy figure.
“Good morning, Father Yoo,” [Y/N] respectfully greets with a tight smile.
She wants to scowl at him and curse him out, but it’s best to stay on his good side if she wants to continue seeing his ‘saint’ of a daughter.
“I’ve come to pay respects to the big Man up there,” she quips, pointing at the blue morning sky.
“Hm… That is a nice change for once,” he responds, merely glancing at his visitors conversing with each other or getting into their cars.
It’s nothing new that Father Yoo isn’t too fond of [Y/N]. He has seen what kind of person she is throughout the years, and it worries him that her rebellious nature will influence his daughter. He’s warned Jimin plenty of times to be careful when befriending strangers, but his daughter would scold him by saying God wouldn’t approve of him judging others based on careless rumors.
“Are you here to repent your sins or to cause more trouble?” Father Yoo asks with a discreet sneer.
Jimin frowns at her father for his negative behavior towards her friend.
“Nosy with my life as always, Father Yoo,” [Y/N] comments scornfully, cocking her eyebrow. “Either way, that’s my decision. Not yours.”
“I am just stating my opinion. Of course, God always preaches that we should wish the best for our neighbors.”
“Sure, I guess.” [Y/N] rolls her [e/c] eyes mockingly.
“Dad, I think you should help Paul reorganize a few things in the church. It wouldn’t be appealing for your churchgoers to see you behaving immaturely to a person,” Jimin interjects before an argument arises.
Father Yoo glances at his daughter before glaring at the taller girl. “Do not stay out here for too long, Jimin. You still have tasks to finish for the day,” he reminds her. He spins on his heel and walks back into the church without bidding a proper farewell to the troublemaker.
Embarrassment burns in Jimin’s cheeks at their awkward interaction. Nothing has changed since her father and [Y/N] last interacted months ago. There is still tension between them that will probably never be solved.
She sheepishly smiles at [Y/N]. “I’m sorry about him. I guess he’ll never change his ways.”
“He is not my concern,” [Y/N] says, grabbing a lock of her black hair and rubbing it to feel its soft texture. It has grown since the last time she saw it. Not that she’s complaining; she likes how long hair looks on Jimin. “I’m here for you only, nobody else.”
“I’m sorry for not making time for you.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s not like I’m going anywhere. We have plenty of time together,” [Y/N] reassures, moving her tattooed fingers down Jimin’s arm and landing on her hand. “Can I at least take you out for lunch today?”
“I don’t know… I’m pretty busy the whole day…”
“C’mon, I didn’t dress up for nothing.”
Jimin chuckles at her puppy eyes and pout. “Okay, fine. Come back at noon.”
[Y/N] smiles widely at her response.
“Also…” Jimin glances inside the church to make sure her father is preoccupied helping Paul. She turns back to [Y/N] and stands on her tiptoes to reach her ear. “Meet me here by midnight,” she whispers.
[Y/N] furrows her eyebrows in confusion as to why she chose a late time at this place, but she goes along with it. “Okay.”
Before Jimin leaves, she gives a quick peck on her lips. She skips away so [Y/N] won’t tease her for her blushing cheeks.
—
[12:01 am]
As promised, [Y/N] arrives at the church a few minutes before the clock strikes midnight. She hops out of her car and sends a text message to the church girl to notify her of her arrival.
Jimin chose this time specifically because the church is quiet and peaceful. No visitors, no cleaners—no one. Many people avoid attending church on Sunday nights because they usually sleep early before starting a new busy week. Her family lives in a parsonage not far from here, but for some reason, she decided to meet at this place.
One of the double doors slightly opens, and through the gap, Jimin’s gorgeous face appears. She immediately smiles at the taller girl and extends her hand out for her to take. [Y/N] grabs her hand and lets her pull her inside the dark, empty church.
“Are we even allowed to be in here?” [Y/N] asks in a small voice in case there is someone else hiding in the shadows.
“I’m like the co-owner of this church,” Jimin retorts, jingling the keys before locking the doors.
“If your father finds me here, he’ll hate me more.”
“He doesn’t hate you.”
[Y/N] gives her a deadpan look, not believing her words for a second.
“Okay, he just hates your attitude and decisions.”
“He provokes me.”
Jimin rolls her eyes and tugs [Y/N] along to walk down the aisle leading up to the altar. A few candles are lit up to give some illumination in this dark space. She brings [Y/N] to sit on the front row pew.
“Why here?” [Y/N] asks after making herself comfortable on the old wooden bench. She slouches her back and stretches her long legs out until her nape touches the ledge of the backrest. Her right hand is still held by the church girl, who plays with her long fingers. She’s always had a thing for her perfectly sculpted hands, something about them being so soft and slender.
Jimin scoots closer until their thighs touch as she rests her head on [Y/N]’s shoulder. “There’s nothing more peaceful than a church.”
[Y/N] scoffs quietly. “Yet the people here despise anyone who isn’t like them.”
“If you think you’re committing a sin because of what we’re doing behind my father’s back, you’re wrong. We’re both young and curious. There’s nothing bad about living life in your own way. God has always taught us that we shouldn’t hate our neighbors for living a different lifestyle. How can He hate His own creations?”
“Wise words from a wise lady,” [Y/N] comments.
Suddenly, [Y/N] feels a weight on her stomach and warm lips pressing against her own. God, it’s been so long since she last tasted her favorite pair of lips. [Y/N] trails her hands up Jimin’s exposed thighs and slips under her floral dress before coming around to lightly squeeze her ass. A low moan slips into her mouth, still louder than any other sound in the church.
Then, reality slaps [Y/N] across the face. She realizes they are doing an inappropriate act in God’s house.
[Y/N] unlatches from her addictive lips and looks at her in uncertainty. “Are you serious about this, doll?”
A teasing smirk etches on Jimin’s pretty face. “Scared?”
“Worried,” [Y/N] corrects.
If the Father walks in and finds them in this position, it would be the end of [Y/N]’s life. And if he were to learn all of their secrets, such as taking his daughter’s purity, [Y/N] would be sent straight to hell by Father Yoo himself. Hell, he still thinks his daughter is a virgin at the ripe age of 21.
“Relax. Remember, I have the keys and the doors are locked,” Jimin reassures, but it doesn’t destress the girl beneath her. “And when have you ever cared about being a saint?”
“Well, I’m not the holy child of a priest.”
“You act like humans don’t commit sins.”
“I don’t mind. It’s just that…” Her [e/c] eyes move past her and land on the statue of Jesus Christ on the cross. On the walls, there are saints and cherubs surrounding them. “We have an audience.”
Jimin grabs [Y/N]’s face and diverts her gaze back to her own, big doe eyes staring deep in her soul, before she whispers upon her lips, “Then focus on me only.”
She doesn’t let [Y/N] complain any further as she reconnects their mouths, grinding her hips down and feeling her arousal grow. Her body quickly burns faster than the devil’s home as she pushes herself closer to [Y/N]. Her wetness seeps through her panties, and a fire burns in her core.
So many things make Jimin excited: corrupting her pure soul, fucking in a church, and the possibility of her father finding them. She did reassure [Y/N] that they are alone and everything is locked, but that doesn’t mean she is the only one with a set of keys.
She can picture Mr. Yoo waking up to check on his daughter, and when he doesn’t find her in her bedroom, he runs to the church as a second option.
All hell would break loose.
Her possessive hold on [Y/N] is vice—mouth sucking the soul out of her, hands buried in her [h/c] hair, hips building friction between them.
However, [Y/N] isn’t returning the same energy, which worries Jimin.
“Why are you holding back?” Jimin asks after detaching their lips, heavily breathing against her.
“I’m not—”
“It’s a sin to lie.”
[Y/N] hitches her breath when the church girl bites on her bottom lip, not so nicely.
“Don’t think about it,” Jimin whispers, tongue licking inside her mouth. “Imagine we’re in my bedroom. Not like there’s a difference, right?”
She’s right.
Jimin’s bedroom resembles a mini church—statues of saints, rosaries, a bible, and any other elements that each priest’s daughter must have. The only difference is that her room is a private setting, while this church is open to the public.
“You’re a horrible influence,” [Y/N] chuckles before kissing back harder and moving her hips at a faster pace. Her fingers dig into the flesh of Jimin’s hips, surely leaving bruises on her precious skin. Her erection feels like it’s suffocating in her pants.
Breaking off the steamy kiss, [Y/N] dips her head to Jimin’s neck and pays extra attention to the soft skin. Gradually, Jimin’s moans increase in volume as her hips roll faster. [Y/N]’s hands grope her cheeks and knead the flesh to the point that it hurts. Jimin’s skin is scorching hot, and her head goes dizzy at the overwhelming pleasure.
[Y/N]’s tongue finds its way from her neck to her ear, “You want to get caught, don’t you, doll?”
Jimin wickedly grins, craning her neck to grant her more access. “Just imagine my jackass of a father losing his shit.”
[Y/N] breathlessly laughs at the vulgar words coming right out of her little saint. “A brat, that’s what you are.”
Her grunts become strangled when their thrusts become rougher. [Y/N] switches positions by laying the black-haired girl on her back on the bench as she settles between her legs, hovering over her precious doll.
“Sorry, Daddy, I’ve been naughty,” Jimin teases, biting on her lower lip seductively. She knows how much [Y/N] hates being called by that because it makes her uncomfortable and gag in disgust uncontrollably.
[Y/N] scrunches her nose before laughing with her. “Don’t you ever compare me to your father ever again,” she reprimands.
A whimper escapes Jimin’s mouth when a hand grazes her inner thigh up to her core, possessively cupping her pussy. The pads of [Y/N]’s fingers press down on her swollen clit through her soaked panties. A low curse slips past Jimin’s lips when [Y/N] nips at the delicate skin on her neck. Her walls clench around nothing, desperate to feel the thickness filling her to the brim.
What gets her mewling is when [Y/N]’s fingers slide her underwear to the side and drag a line up her slit. They stop at the hardened bud at the top and rub circles around it.
[Y/N] slides down and lowers her head in between Jimin’s legs, peppering small open-mouthed kisses on her inner thighs while bunching up her dress to gather around her waist. She pulls her panties down her legs and lets them dangle off her ankle. It’s been so long since she last tasted her cunt, making her swallow harshly. Her mouth salivates at the memories of dragging her tongue and sucking on her clit to bring her to euphoria.
The longer [Y/N] stares at it, the more insecure Jimin gets. She is about to close her legs, but [Y/N] keeps them open as she brings one leg over her shoulder.
“You’re so pretty, doll,” [Y/N] comments.
Her long fingers tease her entrance before dipping in. The nerves in Jimin’s body flare up when [Y/N]’s tongue licks a strip up her dripping cunt. Jimin throws her head back and flutters her eyes shut as she focuses on [Y/N] delving into her glistening folds and her tongue doing its magical work. Hips jerk forward when the tips of her fingers press down on that sweet spot that makes her insides coil.
There’s no way they’ll escape hell with what they are doing.
Lust is a sin.
Jimin is writhing under her touch, completely at her mercy while chanting forsaken prayers. She grabs the back of [Y/N]’s head and nudges her upward so that her focus switches to her clit. Not a lot of words have to be exchanged between them as [Y/N] reads her intentions and closes her mouth around her swollen bud.
“Oh, my God. Fuck… Faster,” Jimin demands in a raspy voice, fucking herself on her fingers. Her hand balls her [h/c] hair into a tight fist when [Y/N] begins sucking and lapping on her clit. Fingers jerk inside of her, the vibrations of [Y/N]’s low groans spread throughout her body. She can already feel the knot in her core start to unravel as the pleasure kicks in.
Jimin slaps a hand over her mouth to suppress the embarrassingly loud moans as her release shoots from her center without a warning; her hips twitch involuntarily, and her back arches off the bench. [Y/N] helps her ride through her orgasm until she’s too sensitive to handle it.
Once she goes limp, [Y/N] crawls back up and looks at her gorgeous, flushed face with a light sheen of sweat.
“It was worth the wait,” she comments, her thumb wiping the last drop off the corner of her lip before sucking it off. She grabs Jimin’s chin and directs her gaze toward her smirking face. “You tasted divine,” [Y/N] whispers before kissing her ravenously.
[Y/N]’s pants do no justice to hide the obvious tent. Jimin can only imagine how swollen and thick the appendage is for her. She palms [Y/N] through her pants and squeezes the length, causing her to hiss through her teeth. She is quick to free [Y/N] from the confines and stroke the shaft up and down to prepare her. The low vibrations of her grunts by her ear send shudders down her spine. Her cunt is almost painful as it clenches around nothing but air.
[Y/N] puts her hand over Jimin’s and takes control of the situation. She lines herself at her entrance, tracing the tip around to smear her arousal and edge Jimin further. Carefully, she slides her cock inside her, as it causes Jimin to mewl when the entire length is sheathed inside.
“God, I’ve missed this,” [Y/N] breathes shakily. She sets a slow pace to let the black-haired girl adjust to her since it’s been a while. She spends this time relishing the way her tight walls grip around her.
“Didn’t get the chance to fuck foreign girls?” asks Jimin in a breathless whisper. Her hands grip onto her [h/c] hair and bicep while her legs loosely drape over her hips.
“It was never my… my intention,” [Y/N] pants.
Good to know that this jerk didn’t go behind her back and hook up with other girls, despite not being in a committed relationship. It would hurt Jimin’s heart if [Y/N] found other girls more attractive and appealing than herself. There was one time when [Y/N] hooked up with one girl, and it took her a while to win Jimin’s trust again.
“More,” Jimin commands.
Her pussy clenches around her dick, the coil getting tighter with each gentle stroke. She is going to lose her mind if the bastard doesn’t pick up the pace or go rougher. She’s been waiting for weeks to be penetrated by her favorite troublemaker.
“Harder,” a growl rips through Jimin’s throat as her hand pulls at her [h/c] locks.
[Y/N] fastens the pace once Jimin demands it. She decides to give it her all and not stop until she reaches her own peak. She rests her forearm above Jimin’s head for support and readjusts the angle of her hips.
Jimin gasps out loud at the new position as the tip abuses that particular spot, “Just like that… Don’t stop, please.”
Tears stream down her face as the pleasure overwhelms her. She is quietly sobbing with her hands clutching onto [Y/N] for dear life. It gets [Y/N] off at the sound of her ragged breaths and helpless little moans and whimpers resonating in the empty church.
The knot in Jimin’s core begins to unravel, her hazy vision getting spotty around the edges. Jimin digs both of her hands into the nest of [h/c] hair and forces her down for a rough make-out session. She bites down on [Y/N]’s bottom lip and pushes her tongue inside her mouth. Moans and groans pass through each other’s mouths, hot breaths lingering as one.
A harsh snap of [Y/N]’s hips provokes a loud gasp out of her. One last look at her [e/c] eyes causes Jimin to come undone. Brown eyes roll to the back of her head as her body jerks underneath the tattooed woman.
The latter follows shortly after, her cock swelling inside of Jimin and stuffing her with her seed. Her hips stutter in rhythm while riding out the final bits of her orgasm. [Y/N] plants a soft kiss on her forehead, a gentle smile on her lips.
“Are you okay, doll?” [Y/N] asks after hearing her heavy pants die down to soft breathing.
Jimin weakly nods.
[Y/N] gently pulls out of the black-haired girl and tidies herself before helping Jimin clean up the mess. Her father would explode if he were to find traces of their sinful act in his church.
“I think we should continue somewhere else,” Jimin proposes.
“I know you have sick fantasies, but please, not inside a church.”
Jimin pouts. “Fine. I guess we can do it another day…”
“I didn’t mean that,” [Y/N] interjects. “I wanna go again, just not in here. I’d rather go to my place instead. You know, with more privacy.”
Jimin agrees with that idea. “So, what you’re saying is that you’re up for a round two?”
“My place,” [Y/N] repeats.
Giggling, Jimin kisses her hard before she springs to her feet and drags her out of the church.
i uploaded a new jennie x gp! reader story on my wattpad page. it's stripper jennie but reader is a serial killer (not the nerdy one) 💀 please check it out ! :)
Jennie discovers her true identity and learns to accept it through a psychotic serial killer's violent and murderous acts.
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Jennie works
hoping jinah and jennie will get cracked in next chapter tho but i feel like they will just straight up talking I could be wrong tho anw thanks for new chapter sujii :))
HAJSKAKSASHSG we’ll see 🫣 thank you for liking it !
almost had a heart attach when you reblogged wicked games omg thought we got a part 2
LMAOOO sawry, didnt mean to scare you like that 😭 but if i ever do upload a part 2, i'll make an announcement beforehand (same goes for my other stories)
wicked games // stripper! jennie x gp! nerd! reader
synopsis: jennie has fun with a first-time customer
warnings: 18+ smut, strip club, first kiss, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, oral sex, handjob, fingering, light breeding kink, reader goes by she/her/hers
word count: 14k
[10:07 pm]
[Y/N] [L/N] has never felt so out of place in her life.
Even though she’s an academic nerd who occasionally isolates herself in libraries and study halls, this is a whole new realm.
She blames her close friends—Jaehyun, Wooseok, and Mingyu—who thought it was a funny idea to bring her to an exotic club for her 21st birthday. The second she saw the buzzing neon sign of the club’s name with a pinup girl and ‘XXX’ next to it, she wanted to jump out of the car and run into oncoming traffic. Unfortunately, her friends were two steps ahead of her. They forced her to sit in the backseat and activated the child lock on the door in case she did want to jump out.
It took about five minutes for her friends to convince her to go inside the club. One minute of talking and four minutes of wrestling her out of the car and dragging her inside. Even though she’s lanky and harmless, the motherfucker knows how to put up a good fight. From a bystander’s viewpoint, it must’ve been hilarious seeing three athletic guys fighting with a skeletal girl.
Right in front of the entrance, there is a crowd in line waiting to get inside. Two large bouncers have their hands behind their backs and chests puffed out to appear intimidating, guarding the double doors protectively. [Y/N] can hear the muffled music through the tinted windows and brick walls. She can already see Wooseok approaching the buff bouncers and conversing with them.
One of the bouncers with a clipboard in his hand asks them for their IDs. Once they’re approved, the bouncer unclips the velvet rope and opens the door, allowing the group to pass through. Once they enter the main room, [Y/N] is taken aback by the scenery.
Just like every other strip club, it is dimly lit with LED lights guiding their path. When they arrive at the main area with the stage and bar, it looks packed. There are borderline naked women either performing on stage with poles or walking around looking for an available customer to dance for. Money is thrown in the air and the booming music makes the walls vibrate. Anyone can tell by the decor and energy of the place that it is not a random cheap strip club. These girls clearly have perfected their craft and made more money than people with master’s degrees.
Her friends seem more excited than her, almost jittery.
Men…
She can’t make eye contact with a single dancer. How can she when they’re basically wearing delicate strings and tiny pieces of fabric?
Jaehyun swings an arm around [Y/N]’s shoulder and pulls her along to the opposite side of the club. Wooseok and Mingyu are ahead of them and eye each dancer who walks past them. Some of the girls even greet the boys and make flirtatious comments. Seems like they’re regulars…
The group enters a much nicer section that’s exclusive for VIPs. It has leather chairs for the guests to sit comfortably, and it has a great view of the side stages. They sit down in their respective spots and a worker approaches them to take their drink orders.
[Y/N] pushes her large glasses up on her nose and leans over to speak by Jaehyun’s ear since the music is loud. “Oppa, you didn’t mention about going to a strip club.”
Jaehyun smiles and pinches her cheek. “So what, kid? Have some fun. You gotta get laid, too,” he jests. [Y/N] shoots him a glare and sulks in her seat. “I promise you that if you really wanna get out of here, we’ll leave. Well, I’ll take you home ‘cause these fools wanna have some fun.”
[Y/N] looks over at Mingyu and Wooseok who are very much indulged in the dancer’s performance in front of them. She scratches her neck out of discomfort. “I don’t want a random half-naked woman grinding on me.”
“Ha! I do!” Mingyu banters as he ruffles her hair. She backhands him and fixes her hair.
“Calm down, kid. They won’t do it for free. These girls are top-of-the-line. I don’t think you got enough money to buy sex,” Wooseok states, swinging one leg over the other.
[Y/N] feels somewhat better at that, relaxing a little in her chair as she examines the area. There are dancers flaunting themselves on the pole as the crowd is full of men and a few women cheer out loud while throwing money in their direction. The atmosphere is very lustful and exotic.
[Y/N] is such an introvert that she has zero social skills. It also doesn’t help that she is naturally quiet and has a resting bitch face that scares people away. And when they do initiate conversations with her, she hardly says more than five words. You can imagine the look on her face when they try to explain social media trends and the silly slang words.
It’s wondrous how she still has friends.
Honestly, if you ask her, she does not care. Humans are not her forte. Based on her experience, animals are far nicer and better than people. If you ask her something about snakes, bears or parrots, she can talk endlessly about them. This is why she transferred to Seoul about two years ago to pursue her studies in zoology because the opportunities are much better here.
So yeah, nerd or not, she’s still an outsider.
The drinks come quickly and the waitress hands [Y/N] a glass of whiskey with ice. She takes a couple of sips to ease her nerves a little, but still on the edge of her seat. Her friends are dressed nicely with fancy watches and styled hair while she’s in a hooded jacket and dark jeans. At least she put some light makeup on and sprayed perfume before leaving her apartment.
She’s too distracted swirling the liquid around in her cup rather than enjoying the sinful performances. The men keep chatting about some dancer who was known for being the best of the best. They laugh and share their opinions as they watch the girls on stage. Their comments have her thinking about what the big deal is about this exotic dancer.
“Who is this girl?” [Y/N] asks.
“She’s amazing, kid! I would give my left leg to have that woman for one night,” Jaehyun exclaims. “She is so amazing at dancing, and she makes it sexier than most of the girls here.”
One of the dancers notices [h/c]-haired girl sitting with the men in the VIP section. She sends her a flirty look as she dances on stage in front of them.
“Hey, you might have a secret admirer,” Mingyu teases, nudging her arm with his elbow.
[Y/N] shakes her head in denial. “Not interested.”
“I can tell since you’re flimsy like a dead worm,” Wooseok comments, jutting his chin towards her crotch.
“I don’t have raging hormones like you adolescent idiots,” she snaps back before taking a whole swing of her whiskey.
On top of devoting her time to her studies, she’s simply not interested in the dating culture. She’s never slept with anyone nor has she ever had her first kiss! She hardly has a preference when it comes to men and women. The guys honestly thought she was a robot when they first learned that weird fact about her.
Suddenly, the room goes dark.
The whole crowd grows quiet as the anticipation rises with them.
Then, music starts playing—the very lustful kind. The lighting shifts into a neon blue one and beams over the three exotic dancers on stage. The crowd immediately cheers in excitement and already throws out every bill in their wallets.
“Lord have mercy on me… That’s my girl, my favorite one!” Jaehyun exclaims with a grin.
“Which one?” [Y/N] mutters boredly, her cheek resting against her fist.
“Her.” He nods over to the dancer that stands out the most.
She has long, wavy dark hair that cascades perfectly down her shoulders and back, in contrast to the other strippers’ lighter hair. Her dark, smokey makeup accentuates the shape of her killer feline eyes. Her tan skin is prominent against the silky red robe, glowing underneath the high-beam lights. It’s amazing how she can stand in those platform heels without losing her balance.
[Y/N]’s breath is taken away at how unreal this woman looks. She didn’t know a goddess like her existed. How can one woman hold so much beauty? She can see why she is Jaehyun’s—and among many others—favorite.
Well, there are plenty of pretty women here, but this one just catches her full attention.
The brunette goddess glances out in the crowd and catches the pair of [e/c] eyes behind large-rimmed glasses. [Y/N] sucks in her breath sharply and freezes in her seat upon making eye contact. The seductive gaze captivates the nerd in a matter of seconds, pulling her in with such lust, as she swings her hips with so much confidence. For the first time in 21 years, she feels something twitch in her pants. She shifts in her seat to alleviate the building pressure between her legs, and for extra precaution, casually rests her hand on her crotch to hide the stupid appendage.
The crowd loudly encourages the stripper and showers her with money to steal her attention, but she maintains eye contact with [Y/N] only. The dancer lets one side of the robe slide off her shoulder sensually as she reveals more skin, earning excited screams from the audience. Eventually, she slides the whole thing off and throws it to a lucky fan in the crowd.
[Y/N]’s mouth goes dry upon seeing her glamorous body clad in dark red lace. She has to keep swallowing her own salvia to keep her throat hydrated. Her curious gaze travels down the stripper’s body with a burning lust, running her tongue across her lips to stop the dryness. When [Y/N] looks back at her face, the feline girl quirks her eyebrow, almost calling her out for her neediness.
The brunette dancer makes her way back to the pole, no longer interested in [Y/N]. Instead, she puts on an amazing performance for her thirsty fans. She locks her leg around the metal pole and swings herself gracefully around it. A devilish smile crawls on her face when they cheer just for her, hardly paying attention to the other two dancers behind her. Her body dances in tune with the music, feeling like these men worship her like Cleopatra or some powerful goddess.
“She’s a devil,” Jaehyun comments with a dazed look and his hand gripping his chest.
The overwhelming desperate lust these men have for these exotic dancers is off-putting, but [Y/N] turns her attention back to the stage. The feline girl is petite yet fit. She doesn’t need a huge ass or giant breasts to captivate her audience. Her energy and seductive looks already have them under her spell. Very untouchable like the sun, but they are willing to burn themselves to touch her.
The exotic dancer is twirling on the pole, shaking her body to the music in a way that drives the audience mad with lust. It is a symbol of power. Men grab fistfuls of bills and throw them at the stage as they yell incoherent things over the booming music. Hundreds of bills cover the stage floor, enough to pay her college tuition.
[Y/N] knows it’s insane but it seems like the stripper is orbiting toward her, whether it is her attention or her gaze. She seems to be insinuating herself to her. She calls herself crazy for fantasizing about a woman she only made eye contact with. But God, that eye contact meant something.
The music fades to an end as well as the lights.
“That woman is both the devil and the angel,” Jaehyun comments, fanning himself with his shirt.
“She is really good at what she does,” Mingyu adds. “Right, kid?” he asks, nudging the silent nerd.
“Uh, yeah… Amazing…” [Y/N] mumbles in response.
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[10:36 pm]
They watch the other dancers while they chat amongst themselves. Even though there is another stripper on stage, [Y/N] continues to think about the feline-eyed girl.
Jaehyun stands up and downs the rest of his drink before placing the cup on the circular table next to the chair. “I’m gonna go talk to the owner so I can put in an offer on that brunette,” he says before walking away.
“An offer?” [Y/N] questions.
“Like a money offer for her to be an… escort,” Wooseok explains.
[Y/N] doesn’t want Jaehyun to have her. What the fuck did he do to deserve her? Nobody deserves her, not even herself. Her eyes skim over to her handsome friend chatting with the owner.
After a short moment, Jaehyun returns to them with an annoyed look. “She doesn’t take offers, but he said she does private shows with the other girls, so I booked us for a show tonight,” he informs grouchily. The two men cheer while [Y/N] feels a bubble of excitement learning she has a chance to see that stripper again.
After a while, an attractive blonde comes over and escorts them to the back of the building. It looks like a wall turned into a large door. They walk down a dark marble hallway as the blonde welcomes them into a dim room. It has a stage with a pole on the wall and the other walls are lined with booths. In the middle of the room are couches and recliners circled a couple of poles.
Everything screams elegance and money. For sure, this is not a cheap club.
[Y/N] sits down on one of the recliners in the middle of the room in front of the stage. She nervously fiddles with her fingers, slightly clueless about what is going to happen. She looks around and is reminded of how high class this place is when she is served a glass of expensive whiskey. The blonde winks at her who bows her head in gratitude.
“Hi, my name is Carly. I hope you guys enjoy yourself. There are appetizers at the back of the room along with a full bar. Please don’t be shy in helping yourselves to either of those,” the blonde says with a friendly smile. “Remember the rules, fellas. Some girls just want to dance without being touched. I cannot stress this enough I say do not touch the girls, unless they touch you.”
The guys nod along as they listen to the ground rules.
“The girls can throw you out any moment without any explanation whether or not you get the full-time you paid for. Is that clear?” she asks as they reply in agreement. “You can touch them if they touch you first, but they rarely allow you to do that.”
“I want the brunette that performed tonight,” Jaehyun says with a cocky tone.
The blonde doesn’t seem very pleased with his comment, but she hides it quickly. “You can’t choose the girls. They aren’t property. If they come to you, they come to you.”
“Got it. Sorry.” Jaehyun clears his throat and readjusts his sitting position.
Carly glances at the back of the room where two huge men stand near the open bar. Their all-black outfits tell them that they are security guards. “Okay!” She smiles, clapping her hands together. “Enjoy and have a fun night!” she exclaims before leaving.
The second the door closes, the lights turn even dimmer. The room is only lit by the purple, red, and blue lights that compliment the velvety interior. Music flows through the room. [Y/N] recognizes the song by a popular artist named The Weeknd. His songs are always sensual, emotional, and sexual, which does not help her nerves.
The guys are excited as they talk like kids on Christmas morning. [Y/N] turns even more nervous. She doesn’t want to be put in a situation where she would have to turn down a stripper and look like a wimp in front of her friends. And most of all, she doesn’t want a certain area to get hard in front of anyone. She cracks every bone and knuckle in her fingers to ease the tension.
“You still okay, kid?” Jaehyun leans over and asks her.
“Yeah,” [Y/N] replies, nodding her head excessively. She takes off her glasses and cleans them.
“We can still go home if you’re uncomfortable.”
“I’m fine.”
“Alright. If anything goes out of hand, tap my arm three times and we’ll leave.”
[Y/N] gives him a thumbs up and readjusts her glasses on her nose bridge. She’s sorta glad her birthday landed on the weekend rather than a weekday. Her insufferable friends were kind enough to take her out for dinner and watch a movie before they dragged her to this sinful place they call paradise. Never in a million years would she have thought she’d step into a strip club.
The curtains open as three exotic dancers walk out confidently in slow strides with the sharp clicking sounds of high heels. They all look like goddesses of sex.
The uneasy girl swallows and sips her whiskey to calm down a bit. It’s very rare for her to lose her composure and shift in discomfort in any situation. However, tonight, it seems like God is testing her.
The dancer with feline eyes and dark brown hair starts the show by teasing them. She presses her back against one of the poles and lowers herself, one hand holding onto the steel pole above her head as her back arches. The other two dancers are good, but [Y/N] is captivated by her aura. She watches this stripper’s body move perfectly with the beat of the music. The men make obnoxious comments while cheering the girls on. [Y/N] tunes them out as she keeps her attention undivided on the brunette sensually gyrating her hips to the song. Her mouth feels dry, and she cannot see her perfectly due to the dim lighting. It makes her antsy, almost. She wants to take in every detail of this woman and enjoy her performance.
Her dancing holds [Y/N]’s attention like no other. While the men switch their gazes between each girl, cheering and catcalling, [Y/N] sits there admiring the same exotic dancer. She glides her hands over her own body covered in a silky robe-like dress in such a seductive way that [Y/N] would give anything to have her hands on her skin. Her body rolls in smooth waves as she moves up and down the pole, showing off her talents. And her movements are impressive as hell because it’s hard to dance like sex without actually performing it.
[Y/N] is in awe at how perfect she is.
The other dancers disperse over to the men by coming off the stage onto the floor. [Y/N] tears her gaze away from the star of the show as she looks at the other girls. One stripper has platinum blonde hair and long legs for days as she dances for Wooseok and Mingyu. The other stripper wears blue contacts and has golden hair. They have already stripped off their clothes, showing off their expensive lingerie to the men’s hungry gazes.
“Hey, kid, isn’t this the best thing on Earth?” Jaehyun leans over and asks [Y/N] in her ear.
She shrugs and stammers a bit, “I-I don’t know. Aren’t you nervous?”
“About what?!” He laughs out loud as he playfully shoves her shoulder.
[Y/N] instantly feels stupid for her weak front, so she bounces back with a snarky comment, “They might be able to sense your inability in bed.” She silently thanks herself for covering herself as he throws his head back, laughing boisterously over the music. She chuckles a little with him.
“This is practically heaven for me!” he adds.
[Y/N] is unaware of the exotic dancer, whom she has been watching so relentlessly hard, and turns her gaze to the loud man. It catches her attention when she finds out the nerd is the source of his laughter. Ever since the show started, she had noticed how tense and out of place she looked, so it’s nice to see the nervous girl have some personality.
The stripper knew she wanted to dance for the cute nerd the moment she saw her sitting in the room, but she didn’t want to just walk up to her immediately. So, she made a show of dancing in front of the men. Unlike the others, she didn’t touch them because she didn’t want their rough, sweaty hands on her body but God, they were desperate to. The other girls pull on the collars of their shirts and run their hands through their hair, messing them up without a care.
[Y/N] continues to shift slightly in her seat, trying to hide her anxiety since she doesn’t want to get aroused in front of them. In moments like these, she wishes she had better self-control to not embarrass herself. She takes small sips of her drink when she realizes that the main star going over to Jaehyun.
I guess he’ll finally have his lap dance, she muses, a little disappointed.
Much to her surprise, the brunette doesn’t.
The stripper walks past him and goes on the pole right in front of her. Well, it’s positioned in front of the two, but her feline eyes are lasered on the [h/c]-haired girl.
[Y/N] is absolutely taken aback by her actions that she almost chokes on her drink. She is able to see her much better now. Bloody hell, she looks like a model straight out of Vogue. No, she is much better than those models, and she proves it when she gives her a sexy and playful smile with a wink.
Like a sly cat, she makes her to [Y/N] in slow and smooth strides. “Ten bucks,” she speaks up in that sweet voice of a siren.
[Y/N] snaps out of her daydream and blinks cluelessly up at her. “Pardon?”
A sexy smirk crawls on her plump lips. She leans down close to her, smokey cat eyes right in front of [Y/N]’s flushed face. “Ten bucks for undressing me with your eyes,” she repeats in an intimidating and stern tone but chuckles playfully.
“S-Sorry, uhm.” [Y/N] hastily grabs her wallet and pulls it open with both hands. She fumbles with the bills and spills some coins that roll away under the chairs due to her shaky hands.
The stripper is having a kick out of teasing the nerd. “You’re supposed to pay me after the dance.”
“Ah, I see…” [Y/N] awkwardly puts her wallet away.
“You’re tense,” she giggles, walking around her chair in slow steps. A sly finger drags along [Y/N]’s shoulders, making her swallow hard at the light touch. She bends over behind the chair and hovers over her shoulder. “You’re clearly not used to this atmosphere like your friends here,” she whispers sultrily against [Y/N]’s ear, which sends chills down her spine.
Her alluring scent circles around them. Judging by the expensive and heavenly smell, it must be Chanel. The stripper walks around to stand in front of her customer again, peering down at her in a tall, confident posture.
“Pull my dress string,” she orders.
[Y/N] is too busy drinking in every detail of the girl that she barely hears her. “Huh?”
She chuckles at her clueless expression; it reminds her of a lost puppy. “See the silk tie holding my dress up like a robe?” she asks, her eyes gesturing to her attire.
“Y-Yes.”
“Pull it,” she says bluntly.
[Y/N] looks at it for a moment before she raises her trembling hand and grabs the end of the silk tie in her fingers. She pulls on it until the black garment falls to the stripper’s feet. Behind the robe, she had changed into dark red lingerie clinging to her petite body with red-bottom black heels.
“Call me Ruby Jane,” she introduces herself, enjoying [Y/N]’s reaction to her lace-clad body. “And you are?”
She looks up at the seductive dancer staring into her eyes. “I’m, uh… [Y/N] [L/N].”
Ruby Jane kneels in front of her and she smirks when she notices [Y/N] tensing up and holding her breath. She puts her hands on her knees and spreads them apart before running her hands up her thighs, a little surprised to find a bit of muscle through the fabric. “Are you okay with me touching you, [Y/N] [L/N]?”
[Y/N] meekly nods, not trusting her voice.
“Then, why aren’t you touching me?” the brunette inquires, smoothly climbing onto her lap. She can feel the nerd’s body tense up and her legs jolt nervously once she settles her body weight against her.
“I-I thought I wasn’t allowed to,” [Y/N] mumbles, shyly looking at the dancer who is practically straddling her. Her nails are clawing at the chair’s arms, probably tearing the expensive leather apart due to how nervous she is.
Ruby Jane gives a sinful undulation against her groin before she starts moving to the music again in such a lustful way. Any closer and she would probably feel the teetering erection in her jeans. She links her hands behind [Y/N]’s neck and leans forward to hover her mouth over her ear. “Relax… I’ve tried everything for you to relax, but you won’t,” she whispers in an almost caring tone. Subtly, she kisses the side of [Y/N]’s temple. It felt magical. “Just relax.” She pulls away with a tilt of her head. “Smile for me?”
[Y/N] does her best to loosen her stiff muscles and smile back at the dancer. It’s a wobbly smile, but Ruby Jane accepts it.
“There we go, baby,” she praises contently, smiling bigger at her as she slides off of her lap. She takes the cup from the table beside [Y/N]’s chair and drinks the rest of the whiskey. She tosses the empty glass in [Y/N]’s lap, making the latter scramble to catch it. Oh, she’s just adorable. She wants to corrupt her. Ruby Jane returns to the pole just a few feet away from her audience and dances just for her.
The other two strippers are surprised by the main star’s choices. Ruby Jane never gives anyone a lot of eye contact, let alone allow them to touch her. She never lets someone else take off her clothes for her. The guys also notice the extra attention [Y/N] has been receiving from the girl they’ve been dreaming about all night.
[Y/N] places the empty glass on the mini nightstand table next to her, never tearing her eyes away from the exotic dancer. Ruby Jane makes stripping look so classy and elegant as she moves to the music expertly.
Ruby Jane.
She almost forgot that strippers go by aliases to not give away their real names. It’s a way of separating their work lives from their personal lives. She can’t help but wonder if her real name is as pretty as her stage name.
Ruby Jane makes sure [Y/N]’s attention is on her. She sends her a flirty smile while running her hands through her dark brown hair and over her velvety-clad body. As she dances, she tries to read what her special viewer likes the most. She is literally working her ass off for this loser, who seems to be really into it.
Ruby Jane observes her [e/c] eyes roaming over her ass and face, more specifically her plump lips. She notices the way the corner of her mouth barely flicks into a small smile or her eyebrows furrowing when she does something she likes. The dancer lowers herself to the floor and seductively crawls on her hands and knees like a cat to her awaiting customer. A look of pure lust swirls in her smoky brown orbs.
Once she is in front of [Y/N], she controls her body in ways that hypnotize the nerd. She rises to her feet and straddles her lap again, but their cores are not touching. [Y/N] thanks God for that because her pants are shrinking closer to her skin. She sighs under her breath when she realizes what is happening to her body; she really doesn’t want to worry about it right now.
“I want you to touch me,” she whispers against [Y/N]’s cheek, giving a low thrust of her pelvis over her crotch.
[Y/N] stares at her cleavage for a few long seconds before opening her mouth. “Are you sure?”
Ruby Jane peers down at her with an amused gleam in her eyes. “Yes, I allow you to.” She knows [Y/N] won’t do it herself willingly, so grabs her wrists and guides them to her naked thighs. The poor thing is shaking like a leaf.
Touch me, touch me, touch me.
“Feel me,” she coaxes breathily, a little too desperate for her liking.
[Y/N] gulps audibly and allows her hands to skim up her bare thighs, feeling the silky soft skin under her palms. They come around to rest on her ass. The exotic dancer encourages her to grope her, and she does squeeze her flesh. Ruby Jane lets out a sigh, biting her lip with a smirk of victory. Her touch is a bit more aggressive than expected, but her hands are so soft and smooth that it makes her tingle in excitement.
Ruby Jane spreads her knees a little to sit properly on [Y/N]’s lap. Instantly, she feels the bulge right against her inner thigh. It’s no surprise to her since she has dealt with women coming to the club with strap-ons, looking for a good time, but she’s never gone that far with them. She smirks at the nervous loser.
“I didn’t know a loser like you would come in here with a strap-on. I’m impressed,” she seductively whispers before she presses a kiss on the back of [Y/N]’s ear.
Oh, man…
Time for the truth.
[Y/N] swallows hard, avoiding her feline stare as she scratches her neck. “U-Um, no…” she shakily breathes out.
Ruby Jane raises a surprised eyebrow. “So, it’s real?”
Her pale face turns beet red. [Y/N] silently nods, a bit embarrassed by the sudden reveal. “Sorry. It probably disgusts you.”
“Don’t apologize, baby.” [Y/N]’s surprised that the exotic dancer is into it rather than grossed out judging by the subtle lip bite and dark gaze.
Ruby Jane glances at the other men and two dancers who are busy in their own little world. She spins around in [Y/N]’s lap, spreading her legs apart, as she presses her ass against the bulge and rolls her hips. She almost laughs out loud when she hears the nerd choke on her breath at the sudden shift. [Y/N]’s hands fly out to her gyrating hips, intending to stop her but following her movements instead. Ruby Jane fights the urge to sigh out in pleasure because of the unintentional aggressive grip.
The brunette leans back into [Y/N]’s chest, resting her head next to hers while sliding her fingers into the back of her [h/c] hair. Her nails scrape gently against her scalp, eliciting a soft exhale from her customer. “[Y/N], I never ask anyone this but do you want a private show?”
[Y/N] couldn’t believe her ears. The most desired exotic dancer in the entire club is asking her for a private session? Just them two alone? The thought of it makes her stomach do somersaults. She swallows down the nervous anticipation bubbling in her chest.
“Like… like in another room?” [Y/N] whispers back shakily.
“Yes,” Ruby Jane replies, grinning at her little quiver. She expertly spins around and invades her lap once again. The feeling of her erection pressing against her core drives her wild, so she rolls her hips against it to create some friction. She slides her hands up [Y/N]’s chest before coming around to rest on her nape.
[Y/N] lets out a suppressed whine when the stripper rocks mercilessly against her concealed length. The slow grinds on her erection are the closest things she’ll ever get to sex. “Won’t it be obvious if you just get up and leave with me?” she inquires unsurely, glancing at her friends who are more immersed with the dancers than the state of her being.
Ruby Jane swears she feels herself getting wetter from the husky breaths fanning against her ear. “Who cares? Don’t you wanna make your little friends jealous? They’ve been watching me all night, but only you get a private show,” she states, her words going straight to [Y/N]’s groin instead of her ears.
“I don’t care about that,” [Y/N] mutters, eyeing the delectable pair of perfect pink lips that have been calling her attention all night. She wants nothing more than to have a taste of her. Without realizing it, she leans in to close the gap between their mouths, but the brunette pulls away quickly.
“No,” Ruby Jane scolds strictly, making the latter feel embarrassed that she crossed the line.
[Y/N] immediately sits back in the chair as she lowers her head in shame, feeling her cheeks burn crimson. At least the room is dark so the stripper won’t notice her flushed face. She’s never had her first kiss, so why the hell did she think she could kiss the stripper, knowing that it’s off-limits?
Unfortunately, Ruby Jane can see everything when they are this close to each other. She melts at the adorable sight of the nerd, who is avoiding eye contact with her at all costs. She knows that [Y/N] wasn’t trying to be a pervert, she just wanted a little kiss. God, it feels like she just kicked a puppy, but she cannot just kiss someone in front of the other girls. It goes against her protocol.
“Not until we go to a private room,” Ruby Jane whispers, her thumb softly rubbing [Y/N]’s neck to try to make up for the stern tone earlier.
[Y/N] barely glances at her and nods.
Ruby Jane holds her slim hand and laces their fingers together. She notices the size difference between her own smaller hand, which she finds attractive. When they both stand up, Ruby Jane realizes how tall she actually is. Her platform heels give her that boost to meet her face-to-face. They walk towards the door to leave this suffocating room for a more private setting. The security guard bolts to his feet like he is going to throw the nerd out, but Ruby Jane quickly steps in.
“No, she’s with me.”
The guard bows his head and sits back down, allowing them to leave.
Ruby Jane is a couple of steps ahead of [Y/N] as she guides her to a more secluded part of the strip club. [Y/N] watches her walk through the hall with such confidence. She even greets some of her coworkers and security guards along the way.
A larger security guard stands outside a door with his hands crossed behind him. “Derek, make sure no one ends this session,” Ruby Jane orders. He nods and opens the door for them.
They enter the room that looks about the same as the one they just left, only this one is empty. [Y/N] stands in the middle of the room, looking around to study the luxurious details. However, Ruby Jane impatiently pushes her down to sit on the loveseat in front of a pole. [Y/N] blinks at the stripper whose heels click on the ground as she saunters away to the bar.
“Whiskey on the rocks, right?” she questions, picking a bottle from the shelf.
“Ah, yes,” [Y/N] answers before clearing her throat. Ruby Jane returns to her customer and hands her the cup. “Thank you, love.”
The stripper picks up on the new nickname and winks back at her. “You’re not from around here, are you?”
“How’d you know?”
“You have a slight accent every time you speak.”
“Correct.” [Y/N] nods. “I’m from [place].”
“Foreign, huh?” Ruby Jane chuckles. “I like that.”
She moves to the center of the room as the same sensual music plays again. Instead of starting on stage, she begins her performance on the pole in front of the keen girl. She grasps the pole over her head and sways her hips to the rhythm of the song, allowing the music to overtake her body. She hooks her leg around the pole and lifts herself just enough to let her red-bottom platforms glide over the floor.
She locks eyes with [Y/N] whenever she can throughout the dance as she slides up and down the metal rod. She was practically eye-fucking the loser, and she’s the best at it. How ironic when she normally avoids eye contact with every person in public at all costs.
Her hands trail up and down her body to give her the illusion of touching. She bites on her bottom lip to suppress a smirk when her special viewer subtly rubs her groin as she shifts in her seat. Slender fingers rub over her breasts and tease her nipples through the silky fabric.
[Y/N] takes sips of her cold drink while watching the stripper intently. While she is less nervous about no extra bodies in the room, she still can’t calm down knowing that she is here alone with a stripper. Who knows what are this dancer’s intentions? She’s never been stuck in a room with someone else who was attracted to her.
After a couple of minutes, Ruby Jane bends over in front of [Y/N], hearing her hitch her breath at the view of her cleavage. She skims her fingers up the lapels of her jacket and pushes it off her shoulders. [Y/N] obliges her silent command and discards her jacket, setting it off to the side.
[Y/N]’s eagerness makes her grin. Ruby Jane grabs the glass and takes a sip, never breaking eye contact with [Y/N] as her feline eyes bore over the rim of the cup. She can discreetly taste the cherry chapstick on the glass. And for the nth time that night, she straddles her lap and leans forward until their mouths are inches away. She can get lost in her [e/c] eyes and never escape.
“Now that we’re alone, you can call me Jennie.”
[Y/N] blinks in surprise at the new information. “Jennie…” she repeats, testing out the new name on her tongue. “Is that your real name?”
“As real as my tits.”
[Y/N] glances down at her chest, and she can hear the stripper giggle.
“Fuck, you’re too cute.” Jennie runs her hand through the soft mane of [h/c] hair. She is getting so turned on by the littlest things this awkward loser does. She tilts her head and cranes forward to capture her lips in a kiss, but this time, it’s her turn to be rejected.
“Ehrm…” [Y/N] ducks her head away and looks off to the side.
Jennie frowns and furrows her eyebrows, worried that she might’ve made her customer uncomfortable. “What’s wrong? Did I take it too far?”
“I don’t know how to kiss,” [Y/N] reveals.
Her eyes widen. “You’ve never kissed anyone?”
“Ahm, no…” [Y/N] nudges her spectacles up her nose.
Then, her cat eyes glint deviously. She caresses the sides of her neck and tilts her face up. “Can I be your first?”
Hope glimmers in [Y/N]’s gaze. “R-Really?”
“If you want me to be, unless you’re saving it for someone special like the love of your life.”
“There’s no one special in my life,” [Y/N] mumbles.
“I can teach you.” Jennie brings her thumb up to her mouth and swipes along the bottom lip. Her teeth itch to bite and nibble and suck on them for hours. “Will you let me?”
Goosebumps break out on [Y/N]’s skin upon realizing what is going to happen. She doesn’t know if there will ever be another opportunity presented like this again, so she agrees with a shy nod.
All Jennie wants to do is ravish her lips, but she decides to take it slow and sweet. She doesn’t want to ruin the nerd’s first kiss with her neediness.
Tenderly, Jennie presses her lips against [Y/N]’s and lets the light touch relax the younger girl. [Y/N] doesn’t have a second to register as she tastes the familiar liquor on Jennie’s sweet lips. She never thought a kiss like this could be so comforting and warm. Her heartbeat picks up in tempo and nearly bursts out of her chest, overwhelmed by the gentle contact.
Jennie pulls back and lets go of her lips with a soft pop. “How was that?”
“Good.”
“Good or perfect?” Jennie teases with a smile, her thumbs rubbing soothing circles on [Y/N]’s neck.
“Y-Yeah…”
Jennie can just bite her cheeks off. “Still wanna continue?”
“Do we have time?”
“It’s up to me,” Jennie replies as she gives a kitten lick vertically across [Y/N]’s lips. “And I wanna keep kissing you until I say so.” Her feline gaze pierces straight into her soul, making her feel so vulnerable. “Follow my lead.”
Before [Y/N] can verbally respond, Jennie slots her mouth over hers and steals her breath away. Her kiss is greedy and insistent. She tangles her fingers into her [h/c] hair and grips her head firmly in place as she devours her mouth. [Y/N] is leaning back a little since Jennie wants to take the upper hand and control her client. Every press of her lips and tongue in and out of her mouth is filled with more intensity than the last.
Jennie breaks the kiss suddenly and pants against her lips. “Kiss me back,” she whines petulantly, and it shoots straight to [Y/N]’s groin.
A little out of breath, [Y/N] quickly closes the space between their swollen lips. She repeats the same movements as Jennie’s, but softer and less rushed. She assumes she’s doing a great job judging by the satisfied moans and sighs coming out of the stripper. With liquid courage, her big hands trail down the sides of Jennie’s waist and maneuver around to palm her ass, squeezing the amazing flesh that so many people adored. She delves her tongue inside the brunette’s mouth and licks the inside of it. At that, Jennie lets out a needy mewl as her hips ground against the erection straining against her jeans.
“You’re a fast learner,” Jennie compliments, pulling on her bottom lip between her teeth and letting it pop back in place.
“I know.” [Y/N] moves to take off her glasses and sets them aside.
Jennie raises her eyebrow. “You don’t need them to see?” she asks with a touch of concern.
“I’m not completely blind.”
In this proximity, Jennie can see tiny specks in her dark [e/c] irises as her pupils grow. The shape of her eyes reminds her so much of a wolf ready to eat its prey. The change in demeanor after taking off her nerdy glasses has her soaking her panties.
Where has this pathetic loser been all her life?
There is such an intimate energy between them.
Jennie can feel sparks bouncing back and forth.
She needs to have her.
Jennie slips her hands underneath her t-shirt and lets her palms roam up and around her torso. She can feel every curve and ridge of her bones and muscles. Gradually, she rides the shirt up and peeks at her stomach that’s surprisingly taut. “Is it okay if I take this off?”
[Y/N] mutters a ‘sure’ and allows the stripper to eagerly remove her shirt and toss it aside, revealing the upper half of her lean figure. While she is a little fit and sturdy, Jennie can see her bones stretching against her flesh with each flex and movement.
“You’re so skinny. You need to eat more, baby.” Jennie mutters as she traces the gaunt ribcage. They move up and feel the material of her black bra. It’s so stark against her skin.
[Y/N] frowns at her. “Fast metabolism.”
“I’m scared I might break you,” Jennie chortles.
“A petite thing like you? I’d love to see that happen.”
“Hey.” Jennie shoots her a quick glare. The alcohol is making [Y/N] more courageous with her snippy remarks, and she’s confused about whether she should be aroused by it or not. “One more comment and I’ll send you back to your stupid friends with blue balls.” She emphasizes her threat by squeezing the prominent bulge, causing [Y/N] to jerk at the harsh touch.
“Bloody hell,” [Y/N] hisses through her teeth, ignoring the fact Jennie just insulted her friends. The brunette smirks at her as she starts to stroke the length through the rough denim in a slow manner. It usually takes a while for her to get aroused or at least find something attractive to garner her interest. However, the exotic dancer acting so promiscuously and throwing flirty comments here and there had her riled up since the beginning.
And on top of that, Jennie’s really pretty.
“Ever touch yourself here?” Jennie questions, pinching the head of her cock.
[Y/N] gulps and exhales shakily. “No.”
What?
“You mean, you’ve never masturbated?”
“I-I never cared to.” The heat in [Y/N]’s stomach grows hotter and hotter with every stroke of her hand.
Jennie gapes at her. “You’ve never had an orgasm?”
“That still surprises you after learning I’ve never kissed anyone?” [Y/N] retorts through gritted teeth.
“Have you ever seen porn?”
“Against my will.”
“Lemme guess, your friends?”
She chuckles. “Correct.”
“I still don’t get why you’re friends with them.”
“Aside from them being insufferable men, they’re nice to me.” [Y/N] inwardly curses when Jennie’s hand leaves her groin and halts the blinding pleasure. Jennie grabs one of her hands and brings it up to her face.
“I like your hands,” she compliments randomly, inspecting the unique details. “Big, slender… veiny…” Her soft tongue licks up her long index finger before her pretty lips wrap around it. [Y/N] is enraptured with the sight as her cock twitches jealously. For a perverted second, she imagines her gorgeous mouth wrapped around something else. Jennie sucks on her finger briefly while making eye contact with [Y/N] before she lets it go with a soft pop.
Jennie takes the same hand and places it over her breast. [Y/N] assumes she wants her to grope her, so she does, lightly.
“Ah, ah, ah…”
Confused, [Y/N] furrows her eyebrows at the stripper. Jennie guides her hand down her chest, past her flat stomach, and stops right above the triangular piece of lace. Jennie silently urges her to slip underneath it, but [Y/N] holds back. “I don’t know how to…”
“I’ll teach you,” Jennie says, loosening her grip on her wrist. “But first, do whatever you feel is right.”
[Y/N] sighs an ‘okay’ and lets her mind flow freely. At first, the pads of her fingers skim along the hem of her thong, feeling the expensive material that’s waiting to get ripped off. She hooks a finger around the thin string on her hip and pulls it away before letting it snap back in place.
“You’re a little tease,” Jennie comments with a low giggle. She snakes her arms around [Y/N]’s neck and leans forward so their half-naked chests can touch. She bites on her earlobe, causing [Y/N] to flinch, as her laugh vibrates through [Y/N]’s body. “Keep going,” she directs.
Her fingers skim down Jennie’s hip and move toward her inner thigh, admiring how soft she feels in this area. Jennie is about to complain about the delay until she feels her fingers press into her center and glide up her slit. [Y/N] raises her eyebrows at the discovery as she rubs her through the drenched fabric.
So, this is how they get aroused…
Jennie’s hips rock into her hand on their own accord, desperate to feel more friction. Sensing that she needs more, [Y/N] pushes the thong aside and finally touches her bare pussy. She drags her fingers through her wetness and feels every part of her puffy folds.
Jennie tightens her grip around her neck at the way her fingers glide along her wet slit and teases her by avoiding her clit—not on purpose, of course. This nerd is barely doing anything, but her feather-light touch sets her body on fire. Her cheeks are flushed, her pussy dripping endlessly. It’s tortuous, but at least it’s not rushed.
[Y/N] might have little to no experience in sex, but at least her friends lent her a bit of advice when pleasing women. During the time they jokingly showed her porn, they mentioned how they like stimulation on their clits and being fingered. Then again, her friends are basically male, so she can take their advice with a grain of salt. Good thing her nerdy ass passed sex ed in school.
The tip of her middle finger teases the rim of her clenching hole. Jennie spreads her legs even further and eagerly swivels her hips around to get her finger inside her. [Y/N] catches on and presses two digits against her entrance before pushing inside. She’s surprised at how they slide in so smoothly and easily. They practically suck her in up until her knuckles.
Jennie lets out an embarrassingly loud moan, cat eyes blinking shut in pleasure. Her fingers are obviously not thick, but goddamn; they’re long they can reach the deepest parts she didn’t know was possible. “Start moving, baby.”
[Y/N] obliges and pumps her fingers at a leisurely pace to get used to this feeling. She never knew how soft and warm and tight it could be inside of her pussy. It’s incredible how they’re squeezing around her digits in a vice grip, making it a little hard to move and stretch them. Jennie whispers to her to go faster, and she does. She flicks her wrist as her palm smacks against her clit, causing the stripper to jolt and break out a cry. Her fingertips curl against her inner walls with each thrust inside her cunt.
“Is this good?” [Y/N] asks, breathing heavily as well.
“Mmhm,” Jennie nods with a muffled whine.
[Y/N] listens to every breathless moan and whimper against her neck. She was worried that her lack of experience wouldn’t please the stripper and she’d end this private session, however, Jennie is kind enough to guide her all while reacting positively to her gestures. She uses her other hand to rub Jennie’s back before she ventures further down to grope her butt cheek.
“Oh, God… spread your fingers apart,” Jennie breathes, her voice tinged with lust. She whimpers into [Y/N]’s jaw as the stretch stings in the most delicious way. [Y/N] repeats the scissoring action as she continuously thrusts inside her sopping heat. She moves [Y/N]’s hand from her ass to her front and puts her thumb on her swollen clit. “Rub.”
Her precious nerd is so obedient to every demand. Even better is how [Y/N] gives her twice the pleasure. Her long fingers keep thrusting mercilessly inside her pussy while her thumb rubs endless circles on her clit. Jennie bites down on her bottom lip as her eyes roll back in her skull, her body shaking immensely from the double stimulation.
No way this loser is a virgin.
How is she gonna make me cum this fast?
“You’re shaking,” [Y/N] points out, her tone flat and unbothered. She slips in a third finger, which takes Jennie by surprise.
“Fuck! Ah… I know—oh, shit, fuck, fuck.” Jennie jerks her hips into [Y/N]’s hands. “I-I’m gonna—fuck—g-gonna cum soon.”
“Is that good?”
“Yes!” Her pants merge into sharp, ragged gasps as the heat builds up in her core. [Y/N]’s fingers never stop their ministrations, only working faster to help her reach completion. The obscene slick sounds of her fingers fucking into her and her helpless moans blend in with the sensual music in the background.
Once that pressure snaps, Jennie sinks her teeth into [Y/N]’s neck and mewls into her skin while her pussy walls flutter around her fingers, squeezing her so tight that [Y/N] can’t keep fucking her. White stars explode in her vision and all she can think about is the mind-blowing sensation wracking her entire body. God, this is one of the hardest orgasms she’s had in a while.
After a moment, Jennie slumps against [Y/N]’s body as she lets the aftershocks come down. She whines quietly when [Y/N] slips her fingers out, the emptiness making her hole twitch.
“Are you okay now?” [Y/N] asks, admiring her bony hand and wrist soaked in her juices under the blue lighting. Curiously, she brings her fingers to her mouth and gives an experimental lick to see what she tastes like. She hums at the new sensation on her tastebuds; odd, but she doesn’t hate it. Kind of addicting.
Jennie watches her tongue curl around her fingers. She curses at herself for getting aroused again. “Stop…” She weakly pushes at her arm.
[Y/N] immediately lowers her hand and looks at the stripper. “What? Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” Jennie tiredly chuckles as she leans into her face. “You’ll just rile me up again.” She plants a kiss on the corner of [Y/N]’s mouth, tasting a little bit of her essence.
As [Y/N] rolls her head around to ease the kinks in her neck, she winces at the new pain on the side of her throat. “Christ, you have a biting problem.” She rubs at her sensitive skin and she can feel it throbbing. When she touches something wet, she gets worried that her teeth might’ve broken through her skin and milked out blood. Fortunately, her fingertips remain the same color with a coat of Jennie’s tears mixed with her saliva.
The brunette shrugs her shoulders. “It’s my love language.”
Jennie rubs her palms down [Y/N]’s flat stomach and stops at the waistband of her jeans where a sliver of her underwear peeks out. Deft fingers unzip her trousers and tug on them as the latter lifts her hips slightly to help her slide them down to her knees. She glances at the erection trapped inside her underwear and runs her hand over it, feeling its warmth and how badly it’s throbbing under her palm.
[Y/N]’s fingers dig into the flesh of Jennie’s thighs as she watches her hand moving tenaciously over her clothed length before fishing it out.
Her cock is so hard that the head is nearly purple. The tip is leaking steadily and it twitches under her intense stare. She is bigger than Jennie thought she would be, thick and pretty. The sight of her dick makes her sigh with lust while her pussy clenches around nothing.
The longer Jennie stares at it, the more self-conscious [Y/N] becomes. “Y-You don’t have to do anything. I know it’s weird and—”
“I want to,” she cuts her off.
A strangled gasp slips out of [Y/N] when Jennie wraps her hand around her cock, and the bare contact makes her shiver. Her hand is so small and warm. [Y/N]’s hips involuntarily jerk into her hold as Jennie gives it a firm squeeze. She smiles at the string of curses tumbling out of her.
Slowly, Jennie strokes up the hard length with ease thanks to her precum leaking down her shaft. Her thumb rubs over the head before her fist twists back down.
“Is it true that you’ve never touched yourself like this?” Jennie questions, raising her eyebrow at the squirming nerd.
“Yes…” [Y/N] replies in a wobbly voice. Her brows pinch together and her teeth chew on her bottom lip. She tosses her head back and tries to swallow every sound down her throat.
Jennie has never seen a hotter sight. She stares at the way her throat bobs with each harsh swallow; the way her abdomen flexes with each heavy breath; and the way her tongue peeks out to lick her dry lips. [Y/N]’s sensitive reactions to her touch are driving her crazy.
God, I need to fuck her soon.
Jennie leans forward to leave open-mouth kisses on her exposed neck. Her goal is to make her and see her come undone. She jerks her off harder and digs the pad of her thumb on the underside of the sensitive head.
“Goddamn,” [Y/N] hisses, digging her hand into her [h/c] hair. Her [e/c] eyes snap open and gaze down at her when Jennie’s hand slows down dramatically. “J-Jen…”
“Yeah?” She hums nonchalantly while her hand lazily strokes her.
“It’s starting to hurt.” [Y/N] doesn’t know how else to describe this feeling. It hurts, but it’s also making her feel fuzzy. She feels like she’s going to burst.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll help you.” Jennie grins like the cheshire cat.
In one quick, smooth move, Jennie slides off her lap and sinks to her knees in front of [Y/N]. Immediately, [Y/N] snaps her head forward and stares down at the stripper right in between her long legs. The dark shade of her chocolate eyes is filled with lust and determination.
This is new.
Scary, but exciting.
“Uh, Jen—” [Y/N] forgets what she is going to say when Jennie tenderly kisses her the entire length from the base to the tip. She nearly loses her mind when the flat of her tongue licks the pulsating vein on the underside of her dick. Then, her plump lips wrap around the weeping head. It’s so hot and wet. “Fuckin’ hell…”
Jennie moans at the natural taste of her. She should’ve done this from the get-go. Her hand grips her shaft and squeezes it while her other hand reaches her balls and fondles them. She gives a light suction and moans around her as the vibration rumbles throughout [Y/N]’s body. [Y/N] can’t help but buck her hips into her mouth as a curse flies out.
That pretty much does it.
Without a warning, hot ropes of cum spurt out and fill the stripper’s mouth. She draws her fist up her shaft and suckles on the head, taking everything down her throat.
[Y/N] never thought she would experience her first orgasm like this. Every inch of her being buzzes with warm endorphins, sending her to a whole new dimension of euphoria. Her skin is hot and damp; uncomfortably sticky.
So, this is what paradise feels like.
Once she’s dry and spent, Jennie gently slips her cock from her mouth with a wet pop. She straddles [Y/N]’s lap again and enjoys the heat emitting from [Y/N]’s body. She delicately brushes the damp hair strands from her flushed face. [Y/N] is still recovering from the shocks jolting her veins as her thighs quiver.
“How was that, baby? Good? Perfect? Satisfying?” Jennie croons at her. She runs the sharp tip of her nail along [Y/N]’s prominent collarbones.
[Y/N] swallows and nods. “Yeah…” Her voice is raw from all the moaning, and Jennie grins in admiration.
She crassly licks the remnants of her arousal off of her fingers. She sucks on one of them before she lets it go with a loud pop. “So delicious.”
[Y/N] blushes and looks away in embarrassment at her crude actions. She picks up the glass from the side table and sips on the whiskey to soothe her dry throat. “So, is this the end?”
“Do you want it to end?” Jennie asks back.
“I-I don’t know… You’re probably tired from this.”
Jennie stares at her with an unreadable expression. “You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you walk back out there again with your virginity for anyone to take.”
“What?”
“I’m taking it,” Jennie says determinedly. “Only if you want me to.”
Honestly, [Y/N] does not care about her virginity. All her life, she’s thought of it as nothing more than a social construct. She doesn’t care who or where she would give it up. If she was that desperate to get rid of it, she would’ve gone to the nearest brothel or hired an escort. Either that or the people discreetly eye-fucking her in class.
But here she is, at a luxurious strip club with the highest-paid and most desired exotic dancer.
And this dancer wants to take it from her so no one else can.
Jennie’s pretty much stolen many of her firsts: first kiss, first handjob, first orgasm, first blowjob—eh, sorta. So, why not her virginity?
[Y/N] scratches her cheek and says, “Sure, whatever.”
Brown eyes blink at her. “Huh?”
“I said, whatever. If you want it, take it. I could care less.”
“You want me to pop your cherry?”
[Y/N] rotates her neck all around, popping a few kinks, and lets out an annoyed puff of breath. “You’re acting all high and mighty about taking my virginity, and now you’re hesitating after I gave you permission?”
“Whatever happened to my awkward nerd who couldn’t look at me for one second?” Jennie pouts at her.
“Stupid people agitate me.”
“I’m gonna ignore the fact that you just called me ‘stupid’.”
[Y/N] smiles at her cheekily.
Abruptly, Jennie pushes the her shoulders against the back of the couch, and [Y/N] looks at her with a confused expression. The stripper sits up straight and takes off her bra in front of her.
With newfound confidence, she slides her hands over the brunette’s ass as she kisses down her neck, inhaling her expensive perfume. She bites and lightly sucks on Jennie’s skin, careful to not leave any marks. Everything about this is dirty and lustful, but also has a soft curiosity to it.
[Y/N] puts her hand on the small of Jennie’s back, pushing her closer as she takes one of the pink nipples in her mouth while she cups the other breast with her hand. The brunette closes her eyes, letting out a sigh as [Y/N] sucks her nipple a bit. [Y/N] switches between her left and right breast to give equal treatment and pleasure.
Jennie peeks down and her eyes widen slightly to find that she’s hard again. Her recovery time must be insane. She wonders if this nerd can last multiple rounds in bed. She’ll solve that theory another day.
[Y/N] trails her hands up the brunette’s legs into the sides of her thong and pulls it down, receiving a flirty smile from Jennie. “Not so shy anymore, huh?” she jests, removing the last garment.
“Just following my instincts,” [Y/N] replies. “Is there no protection or whatsoever?”
Jennie understands her. Most people wouldn’t want to have unprotected sex with a stripper, not knowing who or what she has fucked. “I’m clean. I get tested every week, and I’m on birth control,” she informs just to get it out there. “And I doubt you have anything since you’re untouched, but if you don’t wanna do it without protection, we can do this another time. I doubt there are any condoms in this room.”
“I don’t mind.”
Jennie cocks her eyebrow. “Are you sure? Seriously, if you’re not comfortable, I understand. Your comfort is my priority.”
“Something tells me you’re very… selective about who you have sex with,” [Y/N] says.
Jennie can’t help but let her confident, almost bitchy attitude down. [Y/N]’s hands go down to her assets, squeezing the plump flesh there and then moving up her back. “Fine, no condom,” she sighs, tilting her head back a little. “Is that alright with you?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll make sure your first time is unforgettable. I’ll make sure that the next time you fuck someone else, you’ll think of me only,” she says in a tone that turns [Y/N] on even more, if possible.
After reading her body language, [Y/N] was able to tell that Jennie is used to controlling things. She demanded respect and admiration every day at her job as one of the best exotic dancers in a very high place. Rich and powerful people pay hundreds, maybe thousands of bills just to see her. And here she is, in [Y/N]’s lap for free by choice. Knowing this gives [Y/N] confidence. [Y/N] is fine with Jennie being on top and taking the lead, as long as she is able to touch and kiss her. It’s not like she has any experience.
Jennie hovers her face over the younger girl and kisses her with greed, gently suckling and biting on her bottom lip. She slides her bare pussy on her dick and grinds against it. [Y/N] moans into the kiss at the hot sensation of her wet folds gliding along her length. She glances between their bodies and discovers the sight of her lower lips split wide by her cock, the red tip leaking profusely. Their arousals mix together, and it becomes messier and messier.
“Fuck,” [Y/N] shudders. Her hands settle on Jennie’s hips and urge her to keep rubbing against her.
“You feel so fucking good, can’t wait to get it inside me,” Jennie whispers hotly by her ear and licks her jaw. Each time she reaches the top, the head bumps over her clit and notches at her sopping entrance. She can feel every twitch and throb the longer she rubs against her. Not to mention, how [Y/N] keeps bouncing her leg erratically below her. Pleasure lances through the both of them as her grinds grow more frantic.
Having enough of teasing [Y/N], Jennie puts one hand on [Y/N]’s shoulder to brace herself while the other grabs her cock and lines it up with her entrance. She gradually sinks onto her length, mewling at the sudden stretch. Her fingers tighten on her shoulder, and she musters up the remaining strength to push everything inside her. She is surprised at how well she fills her up, hitting places inside her that light up every nerve. With bated breaths, she slides all the way down until her ass is flush on [Y/N]’s lap.
“Jesus, fuck. Oh, my—oh, god, Jen,” [Y/N] almost sobs her name as a quiet mantra of curses falls out of her mouth. The heat surrounding her cock, clamping down like a vice, has her feeling lightheaded. Even more at the sight of her pussy split open by her cock. “Fuck, Jennie. This… this is—Christ…”
Jennie grins arrogantly and gets worked up by seeing her unravel. [e/c] irises are barely visible due to her blown-out pupils, and her sweaty face is flushed. She can tell [Y/N]’s trying to hang on to that last bit of composure so she won’t explode right away.
“How do I feel?” Jennie purrs, her voice a low rumble.
“You’re squeezing me, god. It’s hot inside.” She whimpers when Jennie purposely clenches around her cock. Her hips twitch in an effort to stay still. “You feel so good—fuck, sorry, can you move?”
Jennie kisses just behind her ear. She subtly rocks her hips to explore the feeling of her girth. Her eyebrows scrunch since she didn’t expect this loser to fill her up this much. However, she is Kim Jennie aka Ruby Jane who owns this club. Her pride will not let her back out.
Jennie starts a rhythm of rolling her hips back and forth in a steady motion to get used to the feeling. It’s not long before her movements become quicker and desperate yet keeping those smooth undulations. Her muscles squeeze her throbbing dick rhythmically, provoking those whimpers out of [Y/N]. Every bottom-out thrust makes her moan and cling to her tighter.
“God, fuck…” [Y/N] lets out a choked moan, smoothing her hands up and down Jennie’s sides. Her hands never stay in one place on Jennie’s heavenly body for longer than a couple of seconds; they’re either gripping her ass, rubbing her smooth skin, or fondling her breasts.
“You like this?”
“It’s… it’s amazing,” [Y/N] replies, enjoying the tight cinch of her pussy around her.
“Yeah?” Jennie’s voice is higher and breathy.
“I don’t know why I hadn’t done this sooner.”
Jennie’s eyes darken at that. The thought of [Y/N] fucking someone other than her leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. Nobody else can bring this nerd over the edge and give the experience of euphoria like she can. If she had lost her virginity to some preppy college girl, it would’ve been underwhelming and terrible. Everyone deserves an unforgettable first time.
Jennie’s first time wasn’t the best—horrifying, even—but that’s a story for another day.
“No one will ever fuck you like I can,” Jennie whispers, staring into her eyes with a glint of possessiveness.
“You don’t own me,” [Y/N] mutters, one corner of her lip twitching into a smirk.
Jennie cocks her eyebrow as if saying ‘we’ll see about that’. Her hips don’t stop, chasing after her second orgasm with a ferocious need. The tip of her cock hits the deepest parts of her, rubbing against the sensitive spot that makes her see stars.
[Y/N] watches her tits bounce in front of her, begging to be touched. Jennie has this cocky, little smirk with a layer of attitude. She figures Jennie’s had enough fun tonight; it’s her turn now. So, she decides to try and break her ego.
[Y/N] pushes Jennie’s body down flush against her lap with no warning, making the brunette gasp. She licks up the valley of her chest and places a messy open-mouth kiss on the side of her breast before closing her lips around her hard nipple. She sucks on the bud as she presses the flat of her tongue against it. Her other hand pinches and tugs on the neglected nipple.
“Hm, fuck,” Jennie moans in approval as her hands grip the back of [Y/N]’s head. [Y/N] looks up into her feline stare as her teeth pull on her nipple, causing pleasure to burst in the stripper. She lets out a breathy whimper, breaking eye contact with the younger girl and letting her head fall back. Her hair is messy in a sexy way, and her cheeks are flushed pink, as she is trying hard to not seem bothered by [Y/N]’s unexpected talent. She bites her lip to stifle her uncontrollable moans.
[Y/N] puts her hand on her hip to encourage her to keep moving while assaulting her chest. Jennie picks up where she left off, but this time, she moves at a much faster pace while grinding her clit against [Y/N]’s pelvis. Her arousal drips down over her thighs and balls, and each time she meets her lap, wet slaps fill the room.
“You’re doing great, love,” [Y/N] breathes.
A ping of pleasure hits Jennie, and she has a feeling that this orgasm is going to be amazing.
“Oh, fuck,” Jennie mewls, feeling the tip abuse her sweet spot.
[Y/N] snakes her hand down and starts strumming at her clit.
That’s all it takes for Jennie to gush around her cock.
A sharp cry hurts her eardrums as Jennie yanks on her hair so hard that her scalp screams in pain. It’s an erotic sight to see the dancer bouncing and rocking uncontrollably while working through the tremors of her orgasm. Her wavy brown hair sticks to her sweaty face, and her cat eyes are squeezed shut with her brows furrowed in concentration. Her head rolls back, at which [Y/N] takes the opportunity to kiss the exposed neck. Heavenly moans pour put of her parted mouth, her words barely cohesive.
“So beautiful,” [Y/N] mutters upon her skin as her inner walls convulse around her thickness.
After a long moment, Jennie finally relaxes and slumps against [Y/N] as she wraps her arms around her neck. [Y/N] leans back against the chair, taking the brunette with her. It was so intense that it brought tears to her eyes. All the stress and anxiety that had been building up for the past few weeks were finally diminished through this refreshing orgasm.
Jennie can’t remember when was the last time she had sex like this. She hadn’t felt like she was burning inside and out in a long time.
Then, she remembers—
“Hey, you haven’t cum yet?” Jennie asks as she reels back to look at the unfazed girl.
“Am I supposed to? I thought this was about you,” [Y/N] replies as she scratches the tip of her nose.
Jennie chuckles, “I’m not the virgin here.”
“Me either.”
“Not until you cum.” A devilish smile takes over Jennie’s face as she goes to work, fastening her pace to push this loser over the edge. [Y/N] gasps at the sudden increase in speed as she grips Jennie’s hips, trying to pace her. The stripper gazes down at [Y/N], her lustful ego is back. She is going to make this girl remember her.
Desperate to reach her high, [Y/N] starts snapping into Jennie more harshly. Her thighs burn with exertion and strain as she times her thrusts with Jennie’s descents.
“Are you close?” Jennie breathes in an intoxicating voice.
“Mmhm,” [Y/N] hums, her dark brows narrowing to meet in the middle. Her cunt gets tighter and tighter around her dick to the point it starts violently. Her head is spinning, the familiar feeling creeping up her spine.
“Your cock feels so good inside me. Oh my god, you feel so fucking good. You know this pussy was made for you,” she moans like a porn star. “Hurry up, baby. Fill me up with your cum. Stuff me, and knock me up.” Jennie kisses her hungrily, shoving her tongue down her throat as she takes all of her cock with wet smacks. She keeps bouncing and rocking while [Y/N]’s eyes flutter closed.
Her dirty talk triggers the coil to snap in [Y/N]’s abdomen. The last thing that comes out of [Y/N]’s mouth is a shaky gasp with a curse as her body seizes up. Jennie’s evil smile grows maliciously as she feels ropes of hot seed spilling into her awaiting cunt. The younger girl angles her hips to fuck deeper into her pussy, making sure every spurt fills her womb.
[Y/N] hides half of her face behind her large palm as she rides out her high, bolts of pleasure zapping through her veins. This orgasm isn’t like the last one. Coming inside Jennie’s mouth is one thing, but coming inside her sweet pussy is something else. Her walls are spasming around her cock, milking everything out of her balls. All her mind can think about is emptying every drop inside Jennie.
Jennie bites her lip and enjoys the warmth flooding her insides to the hilt. She doesn’t stop moving up and down her cock until [Y/N] becomes a whimpering mess from the overstimulation. She slows down, then eventually stops.
“Good puppy,” Jennie praises breathily with her hands on [Y/N]’s neck and jaw. She presses a short kiss to her chin. [Y/N] hardly acknowledges her as she tries to collect herself.
It’s quiet except for the sounds of their labored breathing. The seductive music continues to play in the background. With their chests touching, they can feel each other’s pounding heartbeats. Jennie reaches over and takes the glass of whiskey with melted ice off the side table.
“Bloody hell, that was…” [Y/N] clears her throat roughly. “That was—” Her mind is still in jumbles as she tries to find the correct words. “You’re something else…”
“You’re not that loud,” Jennie notes, smiling into the rim of the cup. “You’re very… reserved.”
[Y/N] lowers her hand from her face and opens her eyes to see Jennie casually sipping on her whiskey. “I don’t like opening up to people.”
“But you did to me,” Jennie states as she hands the cup to [Y/N] after drinking it.
“Oh, yeah. Opening up to someone who kept interrogating me,” [Y/N] retorts sarcastically, taking the glass and sipping from it.
Jennie doesn’t want to separate from [Y/N], but she is still on the clock. Plus, she has to clean every evidence of their sinful activity and change into a new set of lingerie.
“I’ll be back. Two minutes tops,” she promises, lifting herself and pulling [Y/N] out. Everything spills out and causes a bigger mess between their legs. The emptiness leaves Jennie sighing as she stands on her wobbly legs.
[Y/N] mutters a ‘whatever’ as she becomes fixated on swirling the diluted liquid around in her cup.
As promised, Jennie returns in a new outfit consisting of black lace. She hands a wet towel to [Y/N] so she can clean herself up. [Y/N] puts on her shirt and stands up so she can pull up both her underwear and jeans. While she’s buttoning her jeans, Jennie saunters over and puts something in her front pocket.
“A little gift,” the stripper whispers before she turns away and walks toward the bar.
[Y/N] furrows her eyebrows in confusion and sticks her hand in her pocket. Once she feels the familiar material of expensive lace, she pulls it out slightly and realizes it’s her thong. “You’re odd,” she comments, stuffing the underwear back in her pocket.
“How so?” Jennie questions with her back turned to the taller girl, pouring herself a drink.
“You know, these men look at you like a modern-day Cleopatra,” [Y/N] notes.
“Of course I know.”
“Do you do this for money?”
“And the power,” Jennie adds. “I own this place. I have a reputation to maintain. Those men don’t respect those other girls because they give in to the highest bidder.”
“So they respect you?” [Y/N] questions.
“They don’t respect me. They worship me because they can’t have me,” Jennie clarifies. “Money, power, and sex are what drive men, and their egos are big. They love something they can’t have.”
[Y/N] looks at Jennie who is messing with some buttons at the front of the room. “Yet, you’re over here flaunting yourself for me.”
“I like to have fun once in a while.”
“Do you date a lot?” [Y/N] asks as the stripper walks back.
Jennie stands there, thinking about it. Her cat eyes are narrowed a bit, trying to read [Y/N]. “I don’t like it. It makes my job complicated,” she says in a tone like she has said it a hundred times before.
“What about sex?”
“I don’t have it often, but yeah. If I think someone is worth my time, I’ll hook up with them. I don’t do repeats, though.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to get their hopes up and have them thinking there’s something between us. Although…” Jennie mutters with a pleased look on her face, thinking of the amazing sex they just had. “If they’re one of a kind, I don’t mind breaking my little rule.”
“Classy.” [Y/N] grabs her glasses from the couch and slides them on her nose bridge. She picks up her jacket and puts her arms through the sleeves.
The stripper smiles not so innocently. “Where is that nervous girl that I met an hour ago?” she muses, walking in front of the tall girl. She lightly swats [Y/N]’s hands away and straightens out her jacket. She fixes the lapels and smooths out the wrinkles. [Y/N] pulls the collar of her jacket higher up so she can hide the bite mark on her neck.
Jaehyun was right.
This girl is both the devil and the angel.
“Come on,” Jennie mutters, walking towards the door.
“Where are we going?”
“Back to the main room. I’m sure your friends are waiting.”
Once [Y/N] walks out that door, she will be a new woman—changed for the better.
Jennie knows that [Y/N] can spill everything they just did and reveal how she wasn’t her usual ego bitch to her. She knows that her reputation is on the line. But she quickly hides it and regains herself.
“I’m impressed a nerd like you decided to tag along with your friends,” Jennie mentions.
“I didn’t. They dragged me here… We were supposed to go to dinner,” [Y/N] explains.
“Well, this little rendezvous should impress them.”
“You really think I’m going to brag about this like an arrogant frat boy?” [Y/N] narrows her eyes at her. “I’m not like that.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean…”
“No, I get it.” [Y/N] blinks annoyedly.
Jennie mentally sighs and curses herself. She should’ve kept her mouth shut. It was wrong of her to compare [Y/N] to every other person that’s hooked up with her. She’s gotten so used to being worshipped like an achievement that her mind automatically thinks of the worst.
In the hallways, Jennie switches back into her persona as she confidently struts back to the main area. She is back in power, and she’s untouchable. However, she jumps when she feels a large, warm hand on her hip and it pulls her back against a firm body.
“You don’t have to worry. I won’t tell my friends how you moaned my name and came all over me,” [Y/N] whispers against her ear. Jennie sighs and closes her eyes to relive that moment.
“What if I faked it?” Jennie questions coyly, glancing at [Y/N] over her shoulder in a cocky way as she leads her through the nearly dark hallways.
[Y/N] smiles and tilts her head. “I’ll cherish your gift, love,” she implies in her cocky accent. She lets go of Jennie and walks ahead.
Jennie grips her hair and groans dramatically.
—
[12:14 am]
“I see your friends,” Jennie says in a slightly annoyed tone as she eyes the group heavy with testosterone.
They have a moment of eye contact before [Y/N] walks back to her friends at the bar.
“Hey, kid! Where the hell did you go?” Jaehyun asks.
“I went with Je—Ruby Jane to the private rooms in the back.”
“No fuckin’ way! You went with her?!” he exclaims, more impressed than annoyed that she stole his favorite exotic diner.
“Yeah… are you mad?”
Jaehyun laughs but it sounds sarcastic. “I’m actually proud of you. Holy shit, you gotta tell me what happened.”
“I don’t kiss and tell.”
“You kissed her?!”
“Nothing to prove.”
He eyes her mouth which looks a little more red and swollen than usual. He knows they kissed, but he decides not to tease her. “Best birthday ever, huh?”
“I won’t admit that.”
“Aye, c’mon, kid. The night’s still young. Let’s hit another club,” Wooseok suggests, swinging his arm around her shoulders.
“There’s one in downtown where celebrities usually go to,” Mingyu adds.
“No, thanks. I’m done for the night,” [Y/N] says with an exhuasted sigh.
“Let’s take the kid home and we can hit the club afterward,” Jaehyun says.
They ruffle her hair and lightly nudge her shoulder.
From afar, Jennie watches the way the group of friends interact. It’s funny how they try to squeeze some details out of their female friend, only to be left groaning and rolling their eyes in disappointment. She never knew a group of men could act like gossip girls. In the end, they share some laughter and exit the strip club while playfully pushing each other.
Jennie smirked to herself; [Y/N] really didn’t tell.
Maybe she should have more fun with this cute loser.
an: wattpad removed it, so i decided to upload my one-shot here so everyone can still read it. weeeee, i hope you liked this long one-shot
