Jensoo Smuts n Lemons lol~

Trap and Release :')

Sorry for any grammatical errors

Also, give me a round of applause for converting this during finals, I deserve it-

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It's been a long day today. Jennie doesn't think anyone can blame her for having a little fun before she attempts anything else.

She dumps her backpack on the ground, kicks her shoes under the bed, flops backwards on the pillows. Her head feels like a brick – no thoughts, head empty. Just tired. She sighs heavily.

There's too much going on in her shitty retail job. Too many shift changes, too many people calling out, too many customers demanding things. Every day is a test of wills just to keep her sanity – and her job. Every day she thinks about quitting. And then she comes home to her tiny apartment that she shares with her ever-so-doting girlfriend and realizes she has too many bills to pay and too much of a heart to make Jisoo do all of it. Jisoo already does so much for her. Jennie's gotta keep going for her.

For her...

Jennie closes her eyes. Jisoo won't be home for a while– she usually works late on Thursdays. And Jennie needs to unwind somehow. Surely, her girlfriend wouldn't mind .

She throws one of her hands over her forehead and fumbles with the buttons of her pants with the other. If Jisoo were here , Jennie imagines, she'd pull her into bed, wrap her legs around her waist, kiss her--or be kissed– silly. Jisoo would say something quietly, something like Someone's needy or I missed you too or So that's how this'll be and Jennie would laugh and curl her hands under Jisoo's white uniform and pretend she isn't begging and desperate.

She slips her fingers under the waistband of her panties. The thought of her girlfriend on top of her is enough to make her wet. She starts to rub her clitoris and lets her mind wander.

In her head, Jisoo is kissing her neck, easing her shirt off of her, grinding her thigh against her, and Jennie can feel the pleas building in the back of her throat. She wishes she could actually feel Jisoo's fingers instead of her own– or better yet, one of her cocks, the biggest one they have, rocking against her walls. She wishes Jisoo was on top of her and murmuring those sweet words. Her stomach burns already. Whenever she fucks herself, it's over too fast. Jisoo knows how to take it slow. Jennie's too impatient for this.

Her breath catches in her throat. Jisoo's name is on her lips.

And the apartment door opens, and Jisoo calls, "Jennie-yah? You left the door unlocked again," and Jennie panics.

"Fuck, I'm- I'm sorry!" she calls back, yanking her hand out of her pants and sitting straight up in bed. Her heart is pounding in her chest, and her stomach is on fire, and Jisoo isn't supposed to be home right now, what the fuck? She shoves her hands under her ass.

Jisoo comes into the room, one hand loosening the tie at her throat. "It's alright. I'm sure you would have remembered eventually." She drops her messenger back by her dresser, pulls her tie down.

Jennie nods. "Yeah, uh, probably," she says. "Why are, um...?"

Jisoo lifts one of her eyebrows. "Aren't you happy to see me, dear?" she says, a sly smile on her face. "Is something wrong?"

Jennie shrugs. "I'm just curious is all." She realizes her pants are still unbuttoned. And she hopes her face isn't too red.

Jisoo tilts her head, clicks her tongue. "If you say so," she says. "They didn't need us all to stay, so I volunteered to leave." She pulls her top dresser drawer open, takes out a plain t-shirt, turns around again. "I wanted to surprise you, but you seem a little, well, occupied." She flashes a pointed glance at Jennie's pants.