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Mrs. General | Jennie

pairing: Jennie Gov Ball x Fem!reader (g!p)

summary: Y/N is in the military, and Jennie misses her a lot. But when Y/N gets a week off, she decides to visit her girlfriend. During a dinner, they catch up on everything, and Y/N questions Jennie about a particular song that she knows is about her. Y/N thinks it's pretty hot. Back at Jennie's mansion, neither of them can keep their hands to themselves: kisses, dirty talk, fantasies coming true... In the end, Jennie wasn't lying when she said, "Tell me what to do, I only listen to my general..."

warnings/content: Soft dom Y/N, submissive Jennie, rough hot sex, spanking, a little bit of dacry, safe word.

word count: 2,9k

a/n: Jennie you're so HOT. Please give me a chance, I can make you happy. You won't need anything else, I'll give you everything. 😪

Y/N got out of the taxi in front of Jennie Kim's imposing mansion. Her heart was pounding in her chest, a mix of nerves and emotion held back during three long months of training, night shifts, and fatigue. Three months sleeping in bunk beds, feeling the cold of military service in her bones. But that week was hers. One free week to remember who she was outside the uniform.

In her hands, she held a bouquet of white and pink peonies. She had specially ordered them from the base, coordinating the delivery so they would be fresh just as she arrived. She hadn't told her. She couldn't. Letters were their only link, and that surprise was everything Y/N wanted: to see Jennie's face when she opened the door.

She rang the bell. The sound echoed elegantly through the garden. A couple of seconds later, the door opened.

Jennie was there. In a black silk robe, her hair tied up in a messy bun, and her phone in her hand, as if she had just finished a work call. Her eyes widened. Her jaw relaxed. The phone fell to the marble floor with a dull thud that neither of them heard.

"Y/N...?"

It was a whisper. Almost inaudible.

Y/N smiled, lifting the bouquet of flowers. "Love of my life... Surprise! I have a week-"

She couldn't finish the sentence. Jennie threw herself at her like a wave, her arms wrapping around her neck, her body pressing against hers with an urgency that made the flowers fall to the ground. She kissed her. It wasn't a soft or polite kiss. It was a desperate, hungry kiss, full of three months of absence. Jennie was crying and laughing at the same time, her lips biting Y/N's, her hands clutching the mid-season jacket she was wearing.

"Three months," Jennie panted against her mouth. "Three months without touching you, without smelling you, without- Why didn't you tell me? Damn it, Y/N..."

"I wanted to see you like this," Y/N replied, laughing between kisses. "I wanted to see you disheveled and surprised. And I succeeded."

Jennie dragged her inside, slamming the door shut with her foot. She left the flowers on a side table without looking at them, her hands already on Y/N's waist, pulling at the fabric of her shirt. But Y/N gently stopped her, taking her hands and separating them.

"Wait," Y/N said, her voice deep and calm, the commanding tone that sometimes slipped in from military life. "I've spent three months wanting to take you to dinner. And tonight, I want to do it right. Will you let me?"

Jennie blinked, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from the kiss. She nodded, though her eyes shone with barely contained impatience.

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The restaurant was new and expensive. Quiet, candlelit, with linen tablecloths and crystal glasses. Jennie wore a tight black dress. Y/N, for her part, wore tailored navy blue trousers, a white shirt, and lace-up shoes. Her body was still that of a soldier: strong, agile, but in that setting, with that woman, she felt more human than ever.

They drank red wine. Jennie talked about her new album.

"You don't know anything," Jennie said, resting her chin on her hand, looking at Y/N with those eyes that seemed to speak on their own. "You haven't heard a single song."

"The only one I know is called 'Seoul City'," Y/N replied, raising an eyebrow. "And I heard it because a recruit played it on the radio in the guard booth. I didn't know it was yours until I heard your voice."

Jennie blushed. Y/N noticed. She could always notice.

"And what did you think?" Jennie asked, playing with her glass.

"I thought it was... very hot. The lyrics, I mean. That part about 'I only listen to my General'... There's something about it, a very suggestive submission." Jennie tried to hide her blush behind her wine glass. "Did you write me a song, baby?"

Jennie's silence was her answer. Y/N smiled. She took another sip of wine.

"My soldiers must be jealous," Y/N joked, "listening to my girlfriend sing that she'd do anything I say."

Jennie laughed, nervous, and quickly changed the subject, talking about production, backing vocals, tours. But the seed was planted.

They returned to the mansion past midnight. The entrance was dark, only lit by the moonlight streaming through the huge windows. Jennie walked ahead of Y/N, her heels clicking on the marble. But before she could turn on a lamp, Y/N took her arm and gently turned her around.

"Jennie."

"Yes..."

"I need you to tell me something. Have you been waiting a long time?"

Jennie swallowed. "Three months, Y/N. Three months sleeping alone, writing letters I didn't know would arrive, listening to your voice on voice notes from a year ago because it was all I had. So yes. I've waited for you. And I need you."

The kiss that followed was different from the one at the door. It was slower, deeper. Jennie tangled her fingers in Y/N's hair, pulling gently, while Y/N pushed her back until Jennie's legs hit the edge of the sofa. They fell together onto the white leather of the expensive furniture, a tangle of limbs and rapid breaths.

Y/N kissed her neck, moved up to her jaw, down to her collarbone. Jennie moaned, arching her body. Her hands desperately searched for the closure of Y/N's trousers, but Y/N pulled away for a moment, just long enough to look her in the eyes.

"You know that part of the song," Y/N said, her voice hoarse, "the one that says 'Tell me what to do'... I think it's very hot."

Jennie laughed nervously, excited. "Oh, really? And what would you do if I really listened to everything you said?"

Y/N sat up a bit, leaning on an elbow. "Are you playing with fire, Jennie?"

"Maybe," Jennie whispered, biting her lower lip.

"Then..." Y/N sat up completely, pulling Jennie's hand so she would do the same. She looked at her with those dark, serious eyes she used on the training ground. "Get on your knees."

The air changed. It wasn't a joke. It wasn't a game. It was an order.

Jennie felt a shiver run down her spine. Her thighs clenched involuntarily. Without a word, she slid off the sofa and knelt on the soft rug, in front of Y/N. Her eyes didn't leave hers.

"Good," Y/N said, her voice barely a whisper. "I like you like this. On your knees for me."

Jennie lowered her gaze. Not out of submission, but out of shame. For the heat rising in her chest. For how her body was already reacting, wet and trembling.

"Can I...?" Jennie asked, her fingers brushing the buckle of Y/N's belt.

"No," Y/N replied firmly. "Not until you ask me properly, until you beg me."

Jennie looked up. Her eyes were shining. "Please, my General. Let me... let me taste you."

Y/N smiled, slowly, dangerously. "Go on."

"I beg you," Jennie continued, her voice broken. "I've dreamed of this every night. Every night, Y/N. I dreamed of your smell, your taste, how you looked at me when... when you fucked me with it. Please. Let me."

Y/N's heart was beating fast, but her face remained impassive. With one hand, she caressed Jennie's cheek. With the other, she unbuckled her belt.

Jennie watched Y/N unbutton her trousers as if she had all the time in the world. As if Jennie weren't burning up at that very moment. The fabric fell, then the underwear, and then Jennie held her breath.

Y/N's cock was big. Very big. Jennie already knew that, of course, she had felt it inside her dozens of times before military service. But three months without seeing it, without touching it, had made her memory shrink it. Now, there, at eye level, Y/N's member stood hard, thick, with the tip slightly curved upward and a prominent vein running down its side. The size was intimidating, almost obscene for Jennie's small, petite body.

"Are you going to just stare, or are you going to act?" asked Y/N, her tone still in general mode.

Jennie leaned in. She extended her tongue and licked from the base to the glans, slowly, savoring the hot, smooth skin. Y/N let out a deep sound, a contained moan. Jennie repeated the movement, this time adding a kiss on the tip, then another, then a gentle nibble that made Y/N tense her abdominal muscles.

"You're a bitch," Y/N murmured, but affectionately, with adoration.

"I'm your bitch," Jennie replied, and then she took the cock into her mouth.

She couldn't take all of it. She never could. Jennie had a sensitive gag reflex and a narrow throat, but she compensated with her tongue and hands. Her mouth sank in as far as it could, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, her fingers caressed what her lips couldn't reach. The sound was obscene: wet sucking, ragged breaths, the occasional moan from Y/N when Jennie pressed it against her palate.

"That's it... like that... don't stop..."

Jennie looked up and met Y/N's gaze. Her eyes black as coal, her cheeks flushed. She had one hand on the back of Jennie's neck, guiding her, though without forcing her. Y/N never forced. That was the game: Jennie surrendered voluntarily, and Y/N held her.

"I want to hear you ask for more," Y/N said, gently pulling back her hips. The cock came out of Jennie's mouth with a wet pop. "Ask."

"I want... I want you to fuck me," Jennie whispered, wiping the corner of her lips with the back of her hand. "I want you to fuck me hard. I want to feel you inside until I can't walk. Please, my General."

Y/N stood up. She reached a hand out to Jennie and helped her up. Then, without a word, she picked her up in her arms. Jennie let out a small scream of surprise and wrapped her arms around Y/N's neck, while Y/N climbed the stairs to the main bedroom.

The room was enormous. A king-size bed, scented candles. Y/N dropped Jennie onto the mattress and got rid of her jacket, her shirt, her shoes. Jennie did the same with her dress, left only in a black set.

"You're beautiful," Y/N said, climbing over her.

"You're more beautiful," Jennie replied, and they kissed.

The kiss was slow at first, almost tender. But soon it turned wild. Tongues meeting, teeth biting lips, hands roaming bodies. Y/N went down to Jennie's neck, bit her shoulder, licked the hollow of her collarbone. Jennie arched her back, offering her breasts, and Y/N didn't hesitate to take one in her mouth, sucking the nipple through the fabric. Jennie moaned, tangling her fingers in Y/N's hair.

"Take it off for me," Jennie asked. "I want to feel your mouth."

Y/N obeyed. She unhooked the bra with one hand (a skill Jennie always found ridiculously sexy) and captured the bare nipple between her lips. She sucked it, nibbled it, swirled her tongue around it until Jennie trembled. Then she switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention. Her hands moved down, down, caressing ribs, waist, until reaching the black stockings.

"Leave these on," Y/N ordered, her fingers on the elastic of the stockings. "I like them."

Next, Y/N went lower. She kissed Jennie's stomach, her navel, her hip. She buried her tongue in the hollow of her groin, right where the leg meets the torso. Jennie gasped. Her fingers clenched the sheets.

"Are you wet?" Y/N asked, though she already knew. She could smell her, that sweet and sour aroma that drove her crazy.

"Yes... very..."

Y/N slipped two fingers under the fabric of the thong and checked. Jennie's walls were soaked, hot, pulsing. Y/N pulled her fingers out and licked them, tasting her girlfriend. Jennie moaned at the sight.

"Delicious," Y/N said. "But not yet. I want to see you ride me first."

She lay down on her back, stretching her arms out to her sides. Jennie sat up and straddled her. Her small figure contrasted with Y/N's now strong, muscular body. She took her partner's cock in one hand, aligned it, and began to lower herself.

The size was overwhelming. Jennie felt the head push through her lips, stretch her entrance, how pleasure and a small sting of pain mixed. She lowered slowly, breathing deeply, letting her body adjust. When she was finally fully seated, she moaned.

"Fuck... you're always so big..."

"Does it hurt?" Y/N asked, her voice broken by pleasure.

"No... no, just... stay still for a moment..."

Jennie stayed still, feeling the cock fill every corner of her vagina. She could feel Y/N's pulse inside her. Then, she moved her hips. She made a slow circle, testing. Another. And then she began to ride.

She went up and down, finding a rhythm that made her moan. Y/N placed her hands on Jennie's hips, helping her, guiding her. The sound of skin against skin filled the room: a wet, rhythmic clap. Jennie threw her head back, her loose hair brushing her back, and let herself go.

"You're so beautiful like this," Y/N whispered. "On top of me. Taking what you want."

"I want... I want it harder," Jennie asked.

Y/N nodded. She squeezed her hips and began to push upward, meeting each of Jennie's downward strokes. The rhythm accelerated. Jennie began to moan louder, broken phrases, incoherent. "Yes... like that... don't stop... please..."

Y/N raised a hand and, gently but decisively, spanked Jennie's ass. The sound resonated in the room. Jennie gasped, her eyes widening.

"Did you like that?" Y/N asked, excited but expectant to see if Jennie liked it too.

"Yes... another..."

Y/N did it again, harder. And again. And again. The spanks left pink marks on Jennie's white skin, who was now riding with more frenzy, her sweaty body glistening in the candlelight.

"Y/N... I'm going to..."

"Not yet," Y/N ordered, stopping the movement of her hips. "Not until I say so."

Jennie moaned, frustrated, but didn't dare continue. Y/N changed the position: she lifted her easily and turned her, placing her face down on the mattress. Then, she penetrated her from behind, the arch of her back creating a perfect angle.

"I'm going to fuck you until you forget your name," Y/N said, beginning to thrust.

From behind, the size was even more impressive. Y/N went all the way in, her balls slapping against Jennie's clit, who screamed muffled into the pillow. Y/N pulled her hair, gently, arching her back further.

"Call me General," Y/N ordered.

"General... please... more..."

Y/N sped up. Her thrusts were deep, measured, devastating. Jennie writhed beneath her, her fingers clawing at the bed. Pleasure was a wave that kept growing.

"Are you going to come?" Y/N asked, panting.

"Yes... yes... please, let me..."

"Come," Y/N conceded. "Come now."

Jennie screamed. It wasn't a moan, but a real, guttural scream, as her body convulsed in an orgasm that seemed endless. Y/N kept thrusting during the climax, prolonging it, feeling Jennie's walls contract around her. Then, she stopped.

She wasn't finished yet.

The night was long. Y/N turned her over onto her back, lifting her legs over her shoulders to penetrate her at a depth that made Jennie cry with pleasure. Then, a spooning position, where Y/N hugged Jennie from behind while moving her hips slowly, whispering in her ear everything she had needed to say for three months. Then, Jennie on all fours, her face against the mattress, while Y/N made sure each thrust left her breathless.

At one point, Y/N pulled out. She asked Jennie to lie on her back, her head hanging off the bed, her neck stretched. Y/N positioned herself over her, her cock in front of her open mouth, and masturbated a bit before slowly inserting it into Jennie's throat.

"Breathe through your nose," Y/N ordered, and Jennie obeyed.

It was an inverted, deep, almost brutal fellatio. Jennie couldn't swallow, couldn't complain, only receive. Tears ran down her cheeks towards the floor, but her hands pressed Y/N's buttocks, asking for more. Y/N stopped just before it was too much, and leaned down to kiss her wet cheeks.

"Safe word," Y/N whispered.

"Pumpkin," Jennie replied, smiling through tears. "But I don't want to use it. I want everything. Everything you have."

The end came when Y/N put her on her side, one of Jennie's legs lifted, and penetrated her while her hand stimulated her clitoris. The rhythm changed, fast, slow, fast again, a hypnotic back-and-forth that led Jennie to a second orgasm, and then a third. Y/N came inside her with a hoarse moan, her body tensing, her fingers gripping Jennie's hip.

They fell together, tangled, sweaty, satisfied. The room smelled of sex, candles, them. Jennie rested her head on Y/N's chest and listened to her heart, beating as fast as her own.

"I love you," Jennie whispered.

"I love you too," Y/N replied, kissing her forehead. "And I love your song."

Jennie laughed, tired. "The 'Mrs. General' part?"

"That very one. But above all, I love that now everyone knows you have a general in your bed."

Jennie gently hit her on the shoulder. Then, she snuggled in, closed her eyes, and slept for the first time in three months without dreaming of the emptiness of the bed beside her.