Don't Wanna Be Your Girl || Jensoo

Chapter 18

"Jisoo, have you seen my phone?"

A towel-clad head pops out the bathroom door.

"Think it's on the nightstand?" Jisoo says around a mouthful of foam, toothbrush poised near her lips.

"Oh, thanks."

Jennie returns to the bedroom and does a visual sweep of the room but there's still no sign of the damn thing. She's about to ask Jisoo to call her phone when she hears the unmistakable sound of something vibrating against the floor. She follows the direction of the noise to the bed, drops to her knees to look underneath and, sure enough, there it is.

And, honestly, she really doesn't mean to snoop. It's just that the screen gives off enough illumination for her to notice the large transparent storage box hidden under the bed. To catch a glimpse of the contents of said box.

Curiosity gets the better of her.

She retrieves her phone and slides the box out. Doesn't even have to open it to see that it contains—

Well.

It's basically a box full of sex toys.

Vibrators and dildos of various shapes, colours, lengths, and girths and, holy fuck, one of them looks like it was designed by H.R. Giger for the Alien queen when she's in the mood for packing heat. Jennie's poised to hastily shove the box back into place when she hears a loud creak from the doorway. She jumps at the sound.

"Did you find it?"

She glances over her shoulder and she's certain her expression must convey her guilt if the way Jisoo's eyebrows lift is any indication.

Jennie flushes.

"Uh, yeah. It must've fallen off the nightstand." She clears her throat. "It was under the bed."

Jisoo pads barefoot across the room. She's still wearing a fluffy white robe, damp hair loose and swept to one side.

"You found the pleasure chest too, huh?"

Trust Jisoo to have a name for her stash of dongs.

"Unintentionally. I swear, I wasn't invading your privacy. I—"

"Jennie, it's fine." A sly little smile ticks up. "You can look. I don't mind."

Jennie's gaze darts to the box then back to Jisoo's face. She's aware of the blush creeping up her neck, her own flustered state a marked contrast to Jisoo's nonchalance as she perches on the edge of the bed. It's with slightly trembling hands that Jennie prises the lid off.

"Ever used anything like this?" Jisoo asks.

"No," Jennie says quickly. Her ears feel hot. She's conscious of Jisoo's eyes rooted upon her. "But, I mean, I'm not opposed. In principle."

There's a pause. Then, "Wanna try?"

Jennie stares up at Jisoo, a shivery breath escaping her parted lips.

"...Now?"

The quiet laugh she receives in response is borderline filthy.

"I meant another time, stud." Jisoo reaches out to push an errant strand of hair behind Jennie's ear. "Although, gotta admit it's been on my mind since that day on set. Thinking about your body on top of mine, fucking me with a strap-on. Or me riding you cowgirl style. How sexy those hips of yours would look in a harness."

For a second Jisoo seems to get lost in her imagination, eyelashes fluttering, bottom lip snagged between her teeth.

The blush on Jennie's cheeks is now probably bright enough to be seen from space. She drops her gaze, looks away.