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.
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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
