Don't Wanna Be Your Girl || Jensoo

Chapter 16

Jennie doesn't let go of Jisoo's hand as she squeezes through the crush of sweaty bodies, dodging errant limbs and narrowly avoiding being shoulder-checked. A small gap opens up near the centre, barely enough room for the two of them. They lost Lisa and Chaeyoung somewhere along the way but Jennie's too distracted by the play of lights across Jisoo's face to worry too much.

Jennie had hastily tied her hair back, rolled her sleeves to the elbows, but it's stiflingly, unbearably hot amidst the crowd. Already she feels the shirt clinging to her skin.

What little space there is between them, Jisoo eliminates quickly, taking Jennie's palms and guiding them to her hips. She drapes her arms around Jennie's shoulders, bringing their bodies flush as they start to move together. They find their own rhythm, something slower than the frenetic beat of the music, trapped in a bubble of mutual fascination, entirely focused on one another.

There's enough cover of darkness, bodies packed so tightly on the floor, for Jennie to feel daring. She allows her hands to wander, sliding over the crest of Jisoo's ass. Nudges a thigh between Jisoo's. A rush of breath escapes Jisoo's mouth, hot against Jennie's cheek, before lips latch onto her jaw, blaze a path down her neck. A sucking kiss on her pulse point has Jennie's knees buckling slightly and Jisoo smiling into her skin. In retaliation, Jennie's hands drift lower, kneading and grasping, using that leverage to push her thigh more firmly against Jisoo. She feels more than hears Jisoo's soft groan.

They don't stop grinding as one track mixes seamlessly into another and the next. Their mouths hover close but not quite touching, sharing the same humid air as Jisoo rolls her pelvis forward a little faster, breath coming in short, sharp puffs now. Her nails scratch restlessly against the nape of Jennie's neck and Jennie knows it's a precursor to one thing.

Strobe lighting shutters across Jennie's vision as Jisoo's head tips back. The tight furrow of Jisoo's brow, the sweat that glistens at her temples, the drop of her mouth, is only revealed in flashes. She locks up for one long suspended moment before a shudder wracks her body, hips slamming, rocking, into Jennie's tensed thigh. Jisoo's choked moan is lost to the baseline, to the press of Jennie's parted lips. The kiss is wet, desperate, like Jisoo wants to devour her.

When they finally come up for air, Jisoo's eyes are pitch black, mouth shiny, all traces of lipstick gone. The sight of her like this, the knowledge of what they just did, has Jennie uncomfortably aware of the puddle forming in her underwear.

Jisoo leans in to shout directly into Jennie's ear. "Let's go. Wanna take you home and—"

Jennie doesn't quite hear the last part.

"What?"

"I wanna fuck you," Jisoo repeats, practically shouts it at the top of her lungs, and it just so happens to coincide with the bass drop. In their immediate vicinity a cheer goes up, interspersed with a few wolf whistles. Jennie hides her face in Jisoo's shoulder.

*

They find Lisa back at the booth.

"Where's Chaeyoung?" Jennie asks.

"Restroom."

"I'm gonna go too before we leave." Jisoo drops a kiss on Jennie's cheek, touches her wrist. "Wait for me here?"

Jennie nods and sits opposite Lisa, eyes firmly rooted on Jisoo's rear as she walks away.

"Glad we've got a chance to talk one-on-one," Lisa says, swirling the liquid in the glass in front of her. "I've only known Jisoo a year but I've watched her waste a lot of time and energy on losers and douchebags. She has the worst fucking taste."