Jensoo Futa Shots

Broadway Ain't Dead Yet

An update for JenTop nation because you've been starved for 5 chapters of JiTop.

Futa!Jennie
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Jisoo was on her way out of the bookstore, struggling between the books that she just bought and the push button to open the door when she felt the amount of books in her arms lessen. She turned to see a familiar face, dressed in familiar ripped jeans, hair in a messy pony tail, and a black ‘Broadway ain’t dead yet’ shirt.

“Hey Jisoo.” Jennie greeted with a small half-smile. “Let me help you with these.”

“Jennie. I never thought I’d find you here, in a bookstore of all places.”

“I like to read sometimes.” Jennie shrugged as she pushed the door open with her back, holding it for Jisoo and then following her to her car. “Not as much as you though. You read a lot.”

Jisoo chuckled and unlocked the door to her car. “You’re sweet for helping me with my books, Jen.”

“I-I’m not cute! I’m badass!” Jennie argued, making Jisoo laugh all the more.

“You just proved my point.” Jisoo carefully placed her books in the trunk and slammed it shut. “Thanks again. How can I repay you?”

The self-proclaimed badass fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. “How about a date? You and me, tonight.” Jennie offered Jisoo a tiny half smile, and the brunette couldn’t help but find her so damn cute. “Sure, what time?”

Jennie blinked a few times. “Really? You’d go on a date with me?”

Jisoo giggled and fluttered her eyelashes at Jennie. “Why, you didn’t think I’d say yes?”

With a blush, Jennie ducked her head. “Well, yeah… But since you said yes, tonight at seven?”

Jisoo winked. “You got it.”

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“Oh f-fuck…” Jennie struggled to open the door to her apartment, what with Jisoo’s lips latched onto her neck, sucking and nibbling on her pulse point until a searing mark was left. Jisoo’s hands were up in her shirt, fingers tracing her bellybutton, the vague outline of her abs, and the underside of her breasts. Once Jennie managed to open the door, they stumbled in, Jisoo pressing Jennie up against the door.

“You feel so good…” Jisoo murmured, her nails running against Jennie’s back as she nibbled and sucked on her lips. “Nngh, oh god, Jennie.”

Jennie whimpered and scraped her fingers against the sliver of skin that peeked out of Jisoo’s shirt as she pushed her on the couch. Jennie kissed down Jisoo’s jaw and suckled on her neck while she ran her hands all over her abs. Jisoo’s thigh pressed in between her legs, and the loudest groan escaped her throat.

“O-oh.. What’s that?” Jisoo asked as she looked up, wide-eyed, at Jennie. She was now blushing and stuttering in an attempt to find an excuse as to what could be in her pants. Jisoo reached down and palmed the bulge with her insistent hand. “That’s… What is that?”

“Nnnnngh.. Nothing!” Jennie whimpered, trying to move away. But Jisoo was stronger. She grabbed Jennie by the waist and threw her down on the couch and straddled Jennie’s thighs as she palmed it. When Jisoo felt it twitch, she knew exactly what it was.