BlackPink Imagines

🔥 A night in with friends: Lisa and Jennie

It wasn't something they'd planned together, but when Lisa saw the glint in Jennie's eye as Y/n complained about 'needing more dick'... Well, she knew they were both on the same page. They needed something different, and Y/n needed something familiar.

Maybe two girls with cocks weren't familiar, in fact it was probably far from it, but it was dick nonetheless. So when their drinking session took a natural turn - Y/n, splayed out in Lisa's lap after a few too many wine coolers as Jennie looked on from the floor - they couldn't resist taking advantage of the situation.

It wasn't as if the girl's were strangers to fooling around. Jennie and Lisa had been making out and fumbling with each other since before they even realized what making out was. It had just been harmless fun to them, nothing unusual about it. That's just what best friends did, right? During a long post-practice shower, Lisa had gotten a little too close to Y/n. Those showers were the only reason Y/n knew about the other two girls' unusual anatomies.

At first she'd been disgusted and hadn't spoken to them for a week, sending them nasty glances across the halls of the school. It had been a tense week for Lisa and Jennie; would Y/n tell news that would spread like wildfire and absolutely ruin them? Thankfully, she didn't, and that weekend she showed up at Lisa's for their regular catch-up girly night with a lot of ice cream and apologies written all over her face.

It hadn't come up in conversation much, after all there wasn't really an easy way to question two girls about the fact that they had male anatomy without it being awkward. Eventually though, Y/n had asked and received a half-hearted shrug in return from Lisa, with Jennie staying uncharacteristically silent and shedding no light on the unusual situation.

So as Lisa gently combed her fingers through Y/n's soft hair, Jennie made her move. It wasn't hard for her to seduce someone. Not with the body she had, anyway. Boys fell at her feet, and as much as they tried to hide the fact, girls definitely did as well. She stretched out, leaning forward and bracing her elbows on the bed and resting her face next to Y/n's soft skin. It was good that a combination of alcohol and the hot, sticky evening had forced the Y/e/c eyed girl into a pair of sinfully skimpy shorts and a vest top. Easy access - not that she realized it. Yet.

The cat eyed girl splayed her hand on Y/n's leg and started to rub little circles into the muscle of her calf. It was well toned through rigorous exercise; nobody could ever say that YG didn't work his stars like dogs. A small sigh of relaxation fell from Y/n's lips as the motions got slightly harder, working tension and fatigue out of her leg.

At the same time, Lisa's hands moved from running through her tresses to lightly dragging her nails across the exposed shoulders of the girl in her lap.

A lazy smile spread across the skimpily-dressed girl's face as the ministrations, teamed with her tipsiness, brought heat from her face down through her body. A gentle shiver wracked her body as Jennie's fingers slowly moved upwards, focusing on the indents on the backs of her knees. It felt nice, gentle and light without being overly ticklish.

It was as if Lisa and Jennie were moving in tandem, spurred on by invisible signals only they could read. As Jennie worked her way up Y/n's thighs - not quickly enough to raise suspicion, but quickly enough that the motions wouldn't get too over-repeated and become boring - Lisa's nails moved down from daintily scratching at Y/n's neck to being dragged down her shoulders and biceps in feather-light touches that were so soft they made the slightly drunk girl wonder whether they were entirely real or not.

As the cat eyed girl's hands started to faintly rub her inner thighs, Y/n shifted and let out a soft whine. It felt so nice, but not in the way that the careful kneading of her lower legs had felt. She tried to ignore the sudden rush of heat to her pelvis. It was normal to get a little turned on, especially when Jennie's hands were so soft on her smooth skin, a sensation she hadn't felt for longer than she cared to think about.