JENSOO SMUTS (GP)

slick touch

Making out with the wonderful head cheerleader Jennie Kim is definitely reaching the top of Jisoo's "favorite sensory experiences" list which she enumerates in a small notebook that she keeps tucked inside the false bottom of her bedside drawer. If Jennie finds out, she'll probably laugh at her and call her cute, which Jisoo is only a quarter of. The rest of her consists of equal parts talented, stellar, and brilliant.

Jennie's weight is firm, warm, and tender on top of her as her tongue slipped inside Jisoo's parted mouth. Her small and delicate hands are rough as they thread through Jisoo's brown locks, and the sounds she is making... Jisoo whines and pushes her hips to grind into Jennie's stomach.

"I feel that," the head cheerleader smirks as she sits up. Jisoo squeaks and tugs her back on top.

"Don't make me pray, please." She begs, her mouth wandering down Jennie's neck to taste the salt on her skin. Jennie chuckles and grasps the back of Jisoo's neck to keep her close.

"Relax, babe." Jennie grins and pecks Jisoo's nose. "I'm not going to make you pray the rosary or anything. I just want to..." She trails off, her hand wandering up Jisoo's thighs and inside her skirt. The small singer gapes, her breath coming out in short bursts. "How about we go to the next base, hm?"

Jisoo's throat bobs and she nods, unable to speak. She licks her lips and shivers her trepidation away. "Do you want me to—I mean—" She flushes and rubs the back of her neck. But Jennie smiles, pretty and a cross between angelic and devilish. "I don't know what to do."

"First, I want you to take off your skirt." Jennie reaches for the side zipper of her Cheerio top but Jisoo's hand stops her. The singer takes it between thumb and forefinger and slowly drags it down, her eyes locked with Jennie's. Jisoo sheds the cheerleader's top and licks her lips at the sight of her bare stomach and her lace-cupped breasts.

Jisoo kicks off her skirt and removes her sweater. In her camisole and compression shorts, she feels vaguely unattractive compared to Jennie's matching red lacy bra and panties. She tries not to clamp a hand over her erection, since Jennie was staring at it all predatory-like. They sit in front of each other, the room warm but not at all stifling. Jennie decides to take charge, much to Jisoo's relief, and straddles Jisoo's thighs. She brings Jisoo's hands up her curves and to her back, urging her to unclasp her bra.

Which Jisoo deftly does. She peels it away from Jennie and groans at the sight of her pink nipples. Taking one in her mouth, Jisoo laves her tongue against it, relishing the taste of Jennie's skin and the rough bumps against her tongue. Jennie shivers against her, and her hands curl in Jisoo's hair again.

"Oh, yes." She whimpers, her thighs squeezing Jisoo's sides. Jisoo looks up, watches her, and drags her teeth gently against the stiff nipple. Jennie squeaks, her breasts rising and falling. "Do that again..."

With pleasure, Jisoo drags her mouth across her warm chest and to the other nipple. She is rougher, all teeth and tongue on Jennie's breast. The brunette is quivering, green eyes glazed with evident pleasure when Jisoo pulls back with a pleased grin.

"You're proud of yourself, huh?" Jennie pants, pinching Jisoo's cheek lightly before pecking her lips. Nodding, Jisoo grasps Jennie's ass and pulls her closer. "I want you to do something for me." Jennie husks, lips curling into a mischievous smile that makes Jisoo's heart beat against her rib cage.

"Anything," Jisoo swears, and Jennie tenderly kisses her brow.

"I want you to eat my pussy." The tone, like thick syrup—sweet and viscous—makes Jisoo dizzy. Hearing Jennie speak like this when she is usually so prim and proper drives her wild and short of breath. "Do you think you can do that, baby?"