Dirty Little Secret // jensoo

Chapter 7

So Jisoo rushes to Jennie, not daring to waste another minute. She feels like she dressed haphazardly, is pretty sure the knot of her tie is all wrong and she fears that she wrinkled her blouse in her haste. But the suit is a deep grey, the material thick and sturdy, and it's her favourite. She feels good, she feels confident, she feels extremely fucking nervous because she's about to fuck Jennie with a fucking strap-on.

Jisoo isn't a stranger to strap-ons. She was in a committed relationship for years; she has used about a half-dozen different types and sizes. But this is Jennie. This is the girl she is falling in love with, the girl she was supposed to just be having casual sex with so her urges were satisfied while her boyfriend couldn't see to them. (Something that still baffles Jisoo, because how could anyone not be attracted to and turned on by Jennie Kim.)

No, this is Jennie, asking her to fuck her so hard she'll forget her own name. Jisoo shudders as she remembers the text message, can't help but imagine Jennie in that lingerie set she only saw a peek of, can't help but imagine her sprawled out on the bed, hair in a golden halo around her, legs open and inviting.

Jisoo is nearly losing her grip on the steering wheel. She decided to drive her car to Jennie this afternoon, because she doesn't want to ruin her suit in the wind and honestly, her entire body is practically shaking with anticipation.

One thing is true: the only thing Jisoo can think about right now is taking Jennie on every flat surface inside that apartment. She is nearly consumed with lust and shaking from it in the short fifteen minutes it takes her to get to Jennie.

She parks her car a block away, takes deep breaths of fresh air as she walks to the apartment, nervously playing with the key in her hand. It's obvious Jennie wants her to let herself in, but Jisoo feels awkward about it. She isn't sure how to act once she walks through that door, pretty much inviting herself into Jennie's apartment.

(She said "ours".)

Her worry nearly kills her arousal, but then she reaches the building, looks through the window of the gallery and is instantly reminded of the time she fucked Jennie right there against the wall. It inspires a fresh image of Jisoo fucking her against a wall of the apartment, suit still on, lingerie still on, Jennie's head thrown back and her legs tight around Jisoo's waist.

Jisoo braces herself against the door, takes another deep breath. Something about the way Jennie spoke, demanded what she wants from Jisoo, that picture; it's adding to the fire of this intense lust Jisoo has never known before. She nearly growls, is almost a little surprised by it, then wonders if Jennie would like that. If it would turn her on more, if she'll gasp in response, or moan.

She remembers their first conversation, when she asked if Jennie was dominant and then stated that she was just as much. She remembers their previous encounters and the shifting dominance in their dynamic and decides right then and there, before going inside, that she won't hold back this time. And something tells her, that's exactly what Jennie wants.

So she opens the door and slowly walks the stairs leading to Jennie's apartment floor. She is trying to collect herself, because she wants this to last. She wants to appear in control and drive Jennie insane and she wants to spend hours just teasing and torturing.

Once in front of the door to Jennie's apartment, she takes another deep breath and straightens her suit. It's a three-piece, so she adjusts the vest first, then the jacket, making sure everything fits perfectly against her body. Then she adjusts her tie, even though she can't see it, but the motion calms her, usually makes her feel confident. Right now, in front of Jennie's – their – door she feels that confidence leaving her body. The suit suddenly seems ill-fitted. She brushes the collars of her black blouse and then adjusts the jacket again, mainly out of nervousness and then, finally, she fishes the key from her pocket.