Jensoo G!P/Topsoo Oneshots (Converts)

Luck and Skill

An: Peep the grainy photo 😭 but jensoo looks so hot here so it's okay

They're in bed. It's a Tuesday, just like every other Tuesday. There's homework spread out in front of them, but—just like every other Tuesday—it's left unfinished.

Jennie is sitting on Jisoo's thighs, lips pressed to her neck while Jisoo turns her head away, biting her tongue. Her hands are above her head, fingers stretched out then clasped into fists, again and again. She's not allowed to touch. She'll lose the game.

She's really not fond of losing.

So she sits back against her headboard and legs extended out beneath Jennie's weight, feeling her shorts tighten as lips skim the curve of her jaw up to her ear. She gnaws the inside of her cheek as teeth find her lobe, and she feels Jennie's hot breath in her ear.

"I'll make you come so hard," she whispers. "I'll ride you until you blow. All you have to do... is lose."

The offer is tempting. But the satisfaction it would give Jennie—knowing that she had such control—isn't something Jisoo is willing to give. Yet.

Jennie's hands are behind her head, interlaced in her hair, holding it back from her face. She pulls back and smirks, waiting for Jisoo to make a move. It usually works by now, the dirty talk. Teasing isn't something her girlfriend abides very easily before she caves and fucks Jennie senseless. But tonight something is different. Jisoo smirks back, not angry or frustrated, and only a little flushed as Jennie's core grinds not-so-innocently against the bulge rising between them.

Her girlfriend doesn't say anything, just flexes her hands again and smiles, lifting her hips to meet Jennie's as they press down. Two can play this game.

"You're getting better at this," Jennie says, but Jisoo catches the little hitch in her voice as she ruts up particularly hard. "Maybe one of these days I'll let you win."

The grinding of Jisoo's teeth practically echoes through the room. "Maybe one of these days I'll stop letting you win..."

A little snort escapes Jennie's throat. She leans in again and sweeps her tongue across Jisoo's lips, which part on instinct, letting her in. She crawls, hands still laced behind her head, until her stomach is pressed hard against Jisoo's, their cores tight and hot. She can feel the outline of her girlfriend's cock through the thin material of their shorts, twitching and straining against her. She can't stop herself from swallowing hard as Jisoo cants roughly up into her, using the headboard for leverage so her hands stay hovering in the air above her head.

She's wet. Wetter than she's been in a game of Too Hot in a very long time. Mostly because they've never really made it this far without Jisoo giving in, using her hands to spin them and pin Jennie beneath her. But Jennie is still straddling her, using every trick she knows from her stripperobics class to get Jisoo hard without actually touching her with her hands. She's gyrating now, pressing herself down on Jisoo's erection and whining into her mouth as she slips her tongue in and out.

Jisoo, despite the fact that her shorts have never been tighter, doesn't waver. With Jennie's body writhing above her, she's uncomfortable, sure. Frustrated and grunting with the effort of keeping her hands to herself, she's fucking tortured. Because keeping her hands off a body like Jennie's isn't something she wants to do.

But fuck, if she isn't sick of losing.

So she arches her back, pushing her mouth up into Jennie's and forcing her back a little, enough so that she sits back on Jisoo's knees and nearly topples backward. She lets out a little shriek into Jisoo's mouth, and her hands come out from behind her head to steady herself. She almost grabs Jisoo's shoulder, but stops herself when she sees what she's doing. Jisoo lets out a satisfied grunt, tongue lancing deeper into Jennie's mouth. She can feel the wet patch between her girlfriend's legs rubbing against her thigh, hot and slick and so ready for her. She stifles her groan long enough to press forward again, and Jennie leans back to accommodate.