Jensoo Smut! Spread it! (converted fic)

Something New

Jennie brings a new toy to the bedroom. Her girlfriend Jisoo is hesitant.

“You really like swinging that thing around, huh?”

Jennie laughed, looking down at Jisoo, who was laying back on the bed. Jisoo had her arms folded behind her head, as if she were relaxed, when in truth, she was anything but. The weight of what she was about to do (or, rather, have done to her) was pressing down on her. Jennie still seemed to be carefree, though.

“I do. It makes me feel like such a top. The epitome of femme dominance.” Jennie shook her hips around a few more times for good measure. The dildo, dangling from the harness, smacked her thighs. Jisoo cringed at the sound.

Finally, after her little exhibition was finished, Jennie hopped onto the bed, snuggled up to Jisoo’s side. The dildo, black as night and shining cheekily in the bedroom’s lamp glow, rubbed up against Jisoo’s leg. Was that arousal Jisoo felt, or apprehension? With Jennie, she rarely knew the difference. “It’s not too big,” Jisoo remarked, just because she lacked anything else to say.

“Is that bad, or good?”

“I dunno. Just a statement.”

Jennie rolled her eyes. Jisoo was still wearing boxers, but Jennie had done away with her bra before bringing out their new toy. Casually, as she spoke, Jennie fondled Jisoo’s breast. Jisoo was hot all over. “You can touch it, if you want. Makes sense that you’d feel it up a bit, before I, um, penetrate you with it.”

And Jisoo thought she was blunt. “There’s no need in me touching it. You won’t even feel it.”

“Yeah, but... I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought of watching you stroking my dick before.”

Her dick. It was preposterous when analyzed as a fact, but with Jennie, nothing came down to facts. It wasn’t hers, per se, like a man might call his dick his, but Jisoo didn’t care. She was willing to pretend and play along. Jisoo kissed Jennie, partly so she didn’t have to watch the smug smile that would surely be on Jennie’s face as Jisoo’s hand began to clumsily feel up the faux shaft, mostly because she was craving it.

Jennie pulled away, nagging at her lip as she watched Jisoo’s hand. “I have... no idea how to do this,” Jisoo admitted. Why did her voice sound so breathless? Oh. Her heart was pounding.

“Shit, me neither. It’s been, like, a decade since I’ve given a handjob,” Jennie sighed. Jisoo almost took the sigh as a sign of irritation, but when Jisoo looked at Jennie’s face, she saw that it was most likely a sign of content. “I sure like looking at it, though.”

“We could do just this, then.”

“All night?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Okay, I don’t like it that much.” They both laughed, and Jisoo’s hand stopped. She was taking her task seriously, no matter how silly it was. Pleasing Jennie was no laughing matter. “Hey. Weird question, but... would you be opposed to, um...”

Jisoo sat up a bit, tugged at the hem of her boxers. The fabric near the crotch was soaking wet, rubbing against her skin. She wanted them off. “Don’t tell me you’re going to ask me to suck this thing.”

“I was gonna, yeah,” Jennie admitted, then flushed. Red hair, red freckles, red cheeks. Red, the color of lust. It made sense, with that thinking. “Sorry. Like, I wasn’t even thinking about getting off tonight, but I’m, uh...like, wow. I’m about to fuck you with this, and that’s probably the hottest thing we’ve ever done, in my opinion.”