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Though the kisses started off sweet, they've turned more desperate; the two of you are eager to make up for lost time, after all. She pulls away breathlessly. “Come in? Please.” She asks shyly, ducking her head down a bit.
You finished your amazing date earlier, walked Jennie back home so you could change, and then came back.
“Of course. I'd like that very much, I might just turn into an ice sculpture if I’m out here any longer.” You tease softly, brushing your lips across hers once more.
It isn't until your lips touch again that she realizes how cold you must be. She quickly pulls you inside the foyer and you shake off the snowflakes that have gathered in your hair, causing her to laugh. She helps you pull off your coat and scarf, hanging them up on the wall hooks.
You take the time to admire her; Jennie always looks gorgeous. Today she wore jeans and a blue chanel shirt.
She smiles as your arms wrap around her waist tightly, bringing her flush against your chest and pressing your body against hers for warmth. It is not long before you start peppering kisses along her jawline. She shivers under your soft touches; it sends a tingle throughout every inch of her body. The heat radiating from your skin ignites something within her.
She brings you up the stairs, to the second floor and into her bedroom. It’s decorated with nude colors, mostly black, and there's a large king bed in the middle of the room. Her closet sits on one side of the room. A desk lies at the other end with books strewn over it. There are multiple framed photos of herself and the others hanging on the walls. They all seem to capture happiness.
She sits on her bed watching you walk around her room, looking at things. Once done you turn back around, “About what Roseanne said…” you trail off.
You see her tense up at your words, and you're quick to speak up.
“Jennie, if you don't want to do what she said, we won’t, pretty girl. I didn’t come here because of that. We can—” She interrupts you.
“No, I want to. It scares me how much I want to, but I really, really do, I just never did anything like this,” you understand what she’s saying, but she continues, “I’ve never been with a girl. I’ve always wanted to, especially after how the men in the village were acting. I know I’m attracted to girls, but with my life— my fairytale of a life, it didn’t seem obtainable.”
She takes a breath, “I really want to share this with you though. I feel safe enough to have this moment with you. You make me feel safe. Do you feel the same? You want me to be sure, but I want you to be sure as well, (Y/n).” The soft look on her face melts you and you wonder how someone can inflict such a range of feelings in you.
“Of course, I feel the same.” You reassured her.
“I- I just don’t know what to do,” and suddenly, her voice is laced with a vulnerability, she has a shy look on her face that is endearing, but considering it’s Jennie Kim standing in front of you, you think you’d always find her endearing.
“And there’s nothing wrong with that. You learn as time goes by, it’s nothing you should be ashamed of. Besides, you don’t have to worry about that, right now is all about you, Love.”
That gets her to smile; a genuine, warm, gummy smile. And she reaches out, her hand touching yours. As she intertwines your fingers, you notice her eyes glinting with something different than before. She pulls your other hand in hers and then brings both of them up to her lips. She kisses the knuckles of your hands, leaving behind a slight warmth.
“Thank you,” she pulls you closer to the space in front of her and her hands cup your face. You lean down, closing the gap between you and she gives you a long kiss. A bit later her tongue swipes across your bottom lip. You give her access. When her tongue pushes against yours and you let out a gasp at the sensations.
Your neck becomes stiff from the angle and you're tired of standing up. You tap Jennie’s thighs and your lips separate.
“This okay?" She nods, allowing you to slide on her lap, your thighs on each side of her. Her hands immediately found a purchase there.
You were straddled over her waist, kissing her passionately, you toyed with the buttons on her shirt, not yet unbuttoning them, “is this okay?” you asked again, wanting permission to take her shirt off. She mumbled a raspy ‘yes’ and your hands worked to unbutton her blouse. Her hips were grinding into you, soft moans being devoured by each other's mouths.
Your lips trailed down to place sloppy kisses along her jawline, all the way up to her earlobe. You nibbled it softly, but hard enough for her to hiccup at the (little) pain and pleasure of it all.
"You're so beautiful," you whispered into her ear, hands sliding her top off. Your mouth worked its way to her neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive parts, marking her with shades of blue and crimson. She moaned, leaning her head back for more access and tangling her fingers in your hair, pushing you deeper into her skin.
She loved, absolutely loved, your lips on her neck.
Your hands traveled down to the hem of her jeans, tracing stars and miscellaneous patterns onto her exposed stomach, with a touch ever so light that made her insides flutter. She could feel the area between her thighs getting hotter, wanting you to take her more than anything else right now.
She tugged at your shirt with a whine. She wanted to feel your skin too. You took your shirt off as well and she didn’t waste any time. Her hands trailed up your arms, traced your collarbone, your waist— anywhere she could touch, really.
She could feel you smile against her chest as you began kissing your way down her cleavage, then stomach.
Her abs (her abs!) contracted at your ministries. Your fingers pressed into her stomach muscles as you continued to kiss. Jennie’s muscles unconsciously flexed under your touch, reveling in being traced like they were. She could feel you smile at this.
You made sure every part of her got the attention it deserved, she was so beautiful like this, she was the most perfect thing. Jennie was your canvas, and you inked her with hickies and bruises. She loved every second of it, being underneath you, she was putty in your hands.
Moving back up you mouthed at her chest, kissing and marking the top swell of her breasts. Your other hand trailed along her spine. Your hand kept gliding upwards, your lips still attached to Jennie’s skin, until you felt the back of Jennie’s bra strap, making your hand pause for a moment. “May I?”
After that, it wasn’t long before the both of you got lost in each other's touches.
“I love you.”
You seal your declaration with another kiss, and your body busies itself with its mortal purpose: pleasing her.
…
Jennie woke up in an entanglement of limbs. Her leg was in between yours and your face was buried in her neck. Your arms were wrapped around Jennie loosely and you snored lightly. Jennie couldn’t help but smile at your beauty, lying next to you, your hair spread haphazardly out over your pillow. A blush covered Jennie’s cheeks upon seeing the marks she made, remembering how sweet and passionate you two were last night.
You were a very attentive lover. Always making sure she was comfortable before going farther. Your lips on her body were like magic.
Jennie brought her hand up to cup your cheek, brushing her thumb over your smooth skin. A small sigh escaped your lips at the contact. You stirred slightly, pulling yourself closer to her. Jennie smiled at how adorable you looked. A minute later you removed your head from where it previously laid and scooted up to Jennie’s height. She giggled as you fought to open your eyes.
“Good morning, Love.” She placed a kiss on your forehead.
“Mhmm…good morning,” you sleepily responded with a yawn. You sat up stretching. Jennie looked at the clock, “I’ll start breakfast, the girls should be here in a couple hours.”
You helped Jennie with breakfast; eggs, bacon, toast, and hash browns. Now you sat at the table eating. Suddenly, you remembered you had brought something; your travel scrapbook.
It was a little weathered from the event with Minho, but other than that it was legible. You passed it to a shocked Jennie.
“I can’t believe you still have this.” She shook her head with a laugh before flipping through it. Her expressions were very much like a little girl getting gifted a book about princesses and unicorns.
You tilted your head, a thought coming to mind, “would you want to travel with me?” Jennie slowly put the book down, her eyes wide. Her expression was one of excitement, before it faded; you had a feeling why.
“I would love too, I really would…But Lisa, Jisoo, and Rosie… I don’t think I could leave them.” She frowned.
“They can come too. They are like family to me, more so to you, I would never split you guys up.” Jennie’s smile returned at once from your words.
“Really?”
“Really.”
And as if they were cued, knocking sounded at the door and three familiar voices were heard. And then again, you weren’t able to answer the door before they walked in. (Using their own key)
“Oh my gosh, you guys are glowing!”