Jenlisa One Shots [ENGLISH]

✧𝘐𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘹𝘦𝘳

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◉18+ Content.

◉Explicit language.

◉ Lisa G!P.

Jennie had a sadistic streak, a tendency to enjoy the subtle and almost cruel power she could exert over Lisa in the most unexpected moments, especially on quiet days when neither of them had obligations. Those days of rest lent themselves to an implicit game where Jennie took the lead, and her decisions were often calculatedly provocative, small tests she imposed on Lisa to gauge her endurance or, more precisely, to revel in seeing her surrender.

That day, Lisa was completely absorbed in her game, her eyes fixed on the screen and her fingers nimble on the controller. But Jennie, knowing her girlfriend's vulnerability, decided to interrupt this focus in the most direct way possible. She entered the room wearing boxers that not only belonged to Lisa but also had a fresh and intimate history. They were the same boxers Lisa had come in the night before, still bearing the trace of her desire.

Jennie knew exactly what she was doing. She approached the bed with that perfect blend of indifference and provocation, as if her choice of clothing had no special meaning, though both of them knew it was the exact opposite. Lisa, immersed in her game, tried not to pay attention, but her eyes couldn't help but stray for a second to watch Jennie moving with deliberate casualness. The thin fabric of the boxers hugged Jennie's hips, immediately reminding Lisa of the previous night's moments and stirring a barely suppressed desire.

Lisa tried to focus on the game, but it was impossible to ignore what was in front of her. The way Jennie settled on the bed, as if it were a casual act, was a subtly challenging gesture, almost a challenge. Lisa knew Jennie was waiting for her reaction, playing with the tension in the air. Deep down, they both knew that Lisa's self-control wouldn't last long.

It was one of those unspoken games where Jennie enjoyed seeing how far she could push Lisa before she lost her composure, aware that, although the power was initially on her side, Lisa would eventually set aside the remote and take control of the situation, putting an end to the little torment Jennie subjected her to.

Lisa tried to stay calm, not giving Jennie the pleasure of seeing her lose control, but there was a limit to her patience, and Jennie knew it. She set the controller aside with a contained sigh. If Jennie wanted all her attention, she would get it, but on her own terms.

Jennie was facing away, seemingly absorbed in her phone, as if she hadn't done anything out of the ordinary. But Lisa wasn't fooled. She approached the bed and began to gently trace the contours of Jennie's back, slowly descending until she reached her backside. Her fingers found the edge of the boxers and gripped them firmly. Jennie barely had time to process what was happening before Lisa began to lower the garment calmly, revealing the perfect curve of her rear.