Don't Wanna Be Your Girl || Jensoo

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Summary: Basically an excuse for Jisoo to drop a bunch of holiday-themed euphemisms to make Jennie squirm.

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"Jisoo, have you seen my—"

Whatever Jennie was going to say vanishes from her mind the instant she turns towards the doorway. There, leaning against the door frame, one shapely leg wrapped around the other, stands the woman in question.

Jennie's eyes widen as she takes in Jisoo's appearance from head to toe and back again. Her mouth opens and closes uselessly, no sound escaping, except for what could possibly be classified as a quiet meep.

Because Jisoo's wearing a red velvet minidress, trimmed with white faux fur at the hem and around the bust; a Santa hat, the pom pom dangling rakishly over one cheek; and black leather knee high boots, also fur-trimmed. A thick black belt cinched around her waist completes the ensemble.

She's also holding a clipboard. She pretends to peruse it with exaggerated scrutiny, thoughtfully tapping one finger against the small dimple in her chin.

"Hm. According to my 'Naughty or Nice' list - and I've checked it twice - you've been a very very good girl this year, Jennie Kim."

... Oh.

Oh, God.

When Jisoo glances up, the stare she levels at Jennie sends a surge of heat through her entire body. "Do you know what the reward is for such exemplary behaviour?"

Jennie's jaw works but her mouth is too dry to form actual words. It doesn't help that Jisoo's now slowly strutting towards her, that Jisoo tosses the clipboard away, a look of unwavering intent in her eyes. She's almost spilling out of the confines of the lace-up bustier and, try as she might, Jennie isn't capable of dragging her gaze away from the spectacular cleavage on display.

Those brown eyes rake over Jennie. "Let's just say Santa isn't the only one coming tonight."

"Jisoo."

It comes out as a weak croak, the most pathetic of perfunctory protests.

They're supposed to be going to Sungjae and Joy's Christmas Eve dinner party, what's become an annual tradition, and they're already running late. At this rate they're going to miss the appetisers, possibly even the butternut squash roast, and Joy's wrath is not something Jennie's keen to incur.

Jennie shakes herself from her gormless daze. "Jisoo. We can't-"

It doesn't deter Jisoo from advancing upon her, backing Jennie up until her rear bumps against the chest of drawers. She grips the edge to steady herself.

"Don't you wanna take a ride in my sleigh?"

"Um."

Jisoo braces her hands on either side of Jennie's hips. She brings their bodies flush together: chests, stomachs, thighs touching; trapping Jennie in place with the intensity of her stare as much as her formidable curves.

"I'll let you jingle my bells."

Jennie's eyes stray helplessly to Jisoo's breasts and she swallows down another undignified noise.

"But... our friends—"

"Wouldn't expect anything less. Joy was with me when I picked out this outfit." Jisoo's hands trail off the furniture and come to rest on Jennie's waist, toying with the hem of Jennie's Christmas sweater. "I can't help it if you look super hot in novelty knitwear."