Jensoo Smuts n Lemons lol~

Hellfire :')

got a scholarship exam tmrw so wish me luck bro

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Jisoo could never be quite sure when she was dreaming ever since Jennie set her sights on her. It all started subtlety enough, seeing something out of the corner of her eye whenever she tried to sleep, the glint of fangs under the sickly light of the streetlamps, pale lilac irises buried in the writhing shadows. Then her nightmares started easing off, replaced by emptiness, just the dark expanse of sleep, before she began dreaming of the succubus, luring her in close with an incursion of her flesh, so crude and physical that Jisoo still felt shocked whenever she woke up, drenched in sweat, only to find a lack of scratches and bite marks coating her skin, though they felt so real. Waking up from those dreams always felt lethal, like the world outside the confines of her room would tear her apart and her only comfort could be found in Jennie's arms.

Other days, she'd dream of her darkest fantasies, bunching her blanket up between her legs, rutting against it in her sleep in a futile attempt to ease the craving deep in her gut, blissfully unaware of Jennie sitting at the end of her bed, mouthwatering at the low groans slipping through her lips and rhythm of her hips.

Normally, Jennie would be sated with just that, just knowing she's managed to manipulate yet another poor soul but Jisoo couldn't be more enticing, her soft whispers of Jennie's name more like a siren call than the helpless mantra of a woman lost, and she couldn't help but find herself replaying Jisoo's dreams in her mind during the day, her muscles humming under her skin, her hands closing into tight fists to the point where her claws broke through her palm as she longed to close her fingers around Jisoo's skin.

Another painstaking week passed, 7 nights of denying herself, keeping Jisoo in a carnal snare, making sure she woke up every morning breathless and desperate.

On the 8th night, she prowled around Jisoo's room, her tail curling behind her back. Gingerly, she crept closer to the bed, her stomach rolling and turning in anticipation. As she crawled up onto Jisoo's bed, she withdrew her hand from Jisoo's dreams, the images in her prey's mind dissolving into nothing. Making her way further up Jisoo's bed, she pulls back the covers, running the pointed tip of her tongue along her teeth. Jisoo's skin looked so pale and pliant, beaded with sweat, practically begging to be marked. Gently, she prodded at the dredges of Jisoo's mind with her powers once more, pushing Jisoo to wake up.

The girl's eyes fluttered open, whining as her eyes adjusted to the darkness of her room and wouldn't have recognised Jennie had it not been for the stream of light draped over the bed from outside, casting long shadows along their faces. At first, Jisoo flinched from the imposing figure but figured it must still be a dream when she saw the sweeping horns curving around the side of Jennie's head, and the rapid lash of her tail, and settled with a sigh of relief. With certainly inhuman greed, Jennie leans down to kiss her and Jisoo's lips part for her all too easily, her brow furrowing as she runs her tongue along Jennie's lower lip. If she thought this was a dream before, she must be wrong. The tangible heat and harshness of Jennie's lips, sending sparks along her skin, is far above anything her mind could even be capable of mimicking. Her kiss tastes surprisingly sour, but Jisoo is undeterred, reaching up to grab onto Jennie, her hands shaking.

Jennie draws her claws along Jisoo's skin, the flesh dipping under the pressure, trailing along the surface as if enticing the heat from deep in Jisoo's bones, like a fever, and Jennie's touch the perverted cure. Tucking her claws under Jisoo's nightgown, she rakes her talons through the fabric, splitting it in two, like how a child might tug impatiently at a candy wrapper, eager to expose the hardened sugar within.

Pulling away from the kiss, Jennie runs her lips along the curve of Jisoo's jaw, dipping down to press her tongue against the side of Jisoo's neck, waiting to hear Jisoo's breath hitch when she found a sensitive spot. Jennie could feel Jisoo's hands wandering, dipping under Jennie's clothes, fingers still trembling even as they graze over her, never staying in one place for long as if Jisoo's worried that if she holds on too tightly, Jennie'll disappear.