Jensoo Futa Shots

Write A Song About It

INCEST⚠Futa!Jennie

Just a quickie ;)
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Jennie's eyes flick over the walls over her bedroom, past the scattered posters, unseeing as her fingers pluck at the guitar's strings. She's chasing chords again, that perfect traversal of melody and rhythm, and it's so close she can taste it. Humming to herself, she starts from the top, and her eyes close as she tries something new at the end. It's perfect, and she grins to herself, pumping her fist in the air. Almost there.

Her sister bursts in Jennie's closed door like a small hurricane of urgency, a blur of brown hair and white skirt and that same yellow cardigan she's always wearing. She makes her way to Jennie's window, peering out with squinted eyes while Jennie looks on, blinking. "What the fuck?" Jennie finally asks.

"Shhh, wait," is all she says.

"Really, Jisoo? You're going to come in my room and shush me? Unreal, even for you."

Jisoo watches… whatever the fuck she's watching, for a few more seconds, and then she turns to Jennie, that familiar smirk on her lips. Jennie knows her twin sister better than anyone, and she's intimately familiar with the many smirks of Jisoo Kim. This one has her raising her brow.

"Mom and Dad are gone. I just watched them leave," Jisoo says, and lets it hang.

Jennie sits up, setting her guitar aside. She hates that it makes her look eager, but hey, she's not the one who sprinted across the room ten seconds ago. "Where to?"

"Grocery store."

"How long do we have?"

Of course Jennie asked that, and not how long will they be gone, or how fascinating, tell me more current events, or even why did Dad go with Mom to the fucking grocery store, because he never does that?

"I don't know," Jisoo says. She pushes Jennie down on her bed, straddling her hips and leaning down over her, soft hair tickling Jennie's face. "But that's half the fun, isn't it?"

Jennie knows her sister better than anyone. She knows what makes her tick and what ticks her off, and she'd also like to think she's the only one who really knows how Jisoo likes to be kissed, and it's not gently, not at times like this.

She cups Jisoo's neck and her thumb sweeps Jisoo's smooth jaw, and Jisoo's lips part above hers, hazel eyes flicking between Jennie's own in expectation. Jennie allows herself a tiny smirk of her own before she devours Jisoo's mouth, tasting in the moans and sighs just how turned on she's getting. Jisoo slides her hand under Jennie's shirt, her bra, feeling Jennie's breast and trapping her nipple between her fingers. Jennie arches into her and it's her turn to moan, and Jisoo grins, licks into her mouth as she kisses Jennie, claiming her tiny victory.

Jennie knows Jisoo better than anyone, and she thinks only she knows the true depth of her competitiveness.

"I'm wet," Jisoo whispers, and Jennie hears a rustle of clothing. Her hand is guided between Jisoo's legs, and she groans, her half-hard cock twitching in her jeans at the slick heat she feels when she cups Jisoo's sex.

"Take it out," Jennie husks, pushing up with her hips so Jisoo can feel the bulge of her growing erection against her thigh.

Jisoo sits up and pops the fly on Jennie's jeans. She bites her lip as she unzips Jennie, glancing at her with her brow raised. Jennie lifts her hips off the bed and Jisoo tugs her jeans and boxers down from her ass. As many times as Jennie sees this, she'll never get used to it. Jisoo licks her palm, casually somehow, and reaches between Jennie's legs and takes her cock in her hand, pumping. The sight alone is enough to send a dangerous amount of blood rushing south, and the fact that Jisoo's gold cross is still hanging from her neck makes it so much hotter.

"Fuck, Jisoo," she pants, throwing her head back. Her shaft pulses in Jisoo's hand, and her hips roll up, seeking out more pressure, more friction, more heat. "Come on."

Jisoo falls back down over Jennie, bracing herself by her shoulder as she lines them up. She moans softly as the tip of Jennie's cock slides home, breaching her entrance.

Jennie pushes up and Jisoo drops her hips, and Jennie's shaft is buried in her, deep in Jisoo's clenching heat. Jennie sucks in a breath and sighs. She feels so good. Always feels so good. "Fuck yeah, grocery shopping," she jokes, and Jisoo rolls her eyes.

She rides Jennie with urgency, hips rocking quickly, but she's torn; Jennie can see it in her eyes, the way she wants to slow down and take her time and enjoy this. Maybe one day. Jennie kisses Jisoo while she rides her, cupping her jaw and drinking in her pants and moans and sighs as Jisoo brings the both of them closer and closer. Jisoo's got that dancer's stamina, that's for damn sure, because she doesn't let up, and it's not long before feeling that slick heat sliding up and down her cock has Jennie right on the edge.

"I'm close," Jennie says, and Jisoo nods.

"So am I," she pants. "If you blow in me, I'll come."

It hits Jennie all at once; not the biggest and best orgasm in the world, but amazing still, and she groans, pumps her load deep into Jisoo thrust by thrust.

Jennie knows her sister better than anyone, and she'd like to think only she's seen Jisoo come apart quite like this; her brow pinched and her lips parted as she pants, brown hair sticking to her forehead as she bounces on her cock. "Fuck," Jennie whispers, in awe, as Jisoo moans and comes, clenching around her dick, the rocking of her hips erratic. Jennie helps her thrusts with her own and Jisoo sighs, deep and long, before collapsing on Jennie's chest, their breasts crushed together.

"Shit," Jennie says, brushing brown hair from her forehead. "So good."

"Aren't you trying to be a songwriter?" Jisoo teases. She lifts herself up enough to press a slow kiss to Jennie's lips, then trails kisses down her jaw, her neck. "And all you've got is, 'shit, so good'?" She rolls to Jennie's side and tucks herself against her, pulling her arm around her.

Jennie huffs. "I mean, it was, though, right? Given the time we have."

"So good," Jisoo confirms. "Next time you're doing the work, though." She fans herself a little and Jennie laughs.

"I would've offered. You seemed to have things under control, though. Which, let's be honest, is just the way you like things."

Jisoo just shrugs and hums in agreement, and they catch their breath together, enjoying the little time they have left pressed against each other.

"I am writing something, though," Jennie ventures. "For you."

"For me?" Jisoo lifts herself up on her elbow. "Really?"

"Wanna hear it? It's not finished, and lyrics are kinda not there yet, but you can tell me if you like the way it sounds."

Jisoo presses her lips together, and her eyes are soft. She nods quickly, sitting up with a smile. "Sure."

Jennie sits up and takes her guitar into her lap.

She knows her sister better than anyone; who better to write a song about her?

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