Blackpink Imagines

Brat: Jennie ❤️‍🔥

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Jennie's voice echoed through the grand foyer, cutting through the air like a sharp wind as you walked through the door, laden with bags from designer brands. The contrast between the opulent shopping spoils and the tension in the atmosphere was palpable.

"Where have you been?" Her voice boomed, demanding an explanation that you weren't quite ready to provide. You met her gaze with a nonchalant shrug as if shopping were a perfectly reasonable response to whatever had transpired in your absence.

"Shopping," You replied, your tone casual, as your eyes fixed on the stairs ahead.

Before you could go, Jennie grabbed your arm, bringing you to an abrupt halt. Exhaling a frustrated sigh, she eyed the bags in your hands with disbelief. "We had an argument earlier, and you're just shopping?" Her words dripped with incredulity, a mix of frustration and annoyance etched across her features.

You wrestled your arm from her grip, a defiant glint in your eyes. "Sometimes, a little retail therapy is the best remedy for a disagreement," You retorted, your attempt to deflect the tension not going unnoticed.

Just as the standoff continued, Jennie's phone buzzed in her pocket. She fished it out and glanced at the screen, a call from an unknown number. Hesitating for a moment, she answered, unsure of what awaited on the other end.

"Ma'am, we're calling to verify that you made a purchase for $500,457.48 today at Dior. And $250,426.10 online at Chanel. If you cannot confirm it or it is fraudulent, we can cancel the transactions," a voice on the other end stated.

Jennie's eyes sharpened, and she shot you a questioning look. You couldn't help but smirk. "$500K and $250K?" She muttered. The tension in the room shifted, and for a moment, the weight of our argument seemed to be overshadowed by the sheer absurdity of the extravagant charges.

"No, it's not fraud. That's just my future wife throwing a tantrum. Go ahead and run the bills through," Jennie grumbled into the phone before clicking it off.

Jennie's head snapped towards you, and before you could react, she grabbed your arm, forcefully dragging me up the stairs and pushing you into yours and Jennie's room. Stumbling inside, the bags in your hands scattering all over the floor. Jennie stalked towards you, her eyes darkening with a mix of frustration and a glint of desire.

As you stood frozen in your spot, Jennie's hand gripped your jaw, her breath brushing against your lips. You shuddered at the proximity, feeling a rush of both fear and desire.

"You're such a fucking brat, you know that?" She questioned, her eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made your heart race.

You stared back at her, the defiance in you unyielding. "A brat that is your future wife," You retorted, a smirk playing on your lips.

She chuckled darkly, pushing you backward towards your bed until your knees hit the mattress, forcing you to sit. You looked up at Jennie, who towered over you with a captivating intensity. Desire flickered in her eyes as she gently caressed your face.

"My pretty brat, indeed" She muttered before pushing you down onto the bed, making you lie down. The room seemed to pulse with a mixture of tension and anticipation as she hovered over you, trapping you in between her arms.

Her eyes locked onto your body, hunger flickering within them. She teased her finger across your chest, tracing invisible patterns, before sensually gliding it down to your covered core.

Her touch sent shivers down your spine. The anticipation hung thick in the air, each moment stretching with a palpable tension. Her gaze remained fixed on mine, a silent exchange of desire and consent unfolding between us.