Jensoo Smuts n Lemons lol~

Drink up :')

GUYS I JUST FINISHED OWL HOUSE- I FEEL SO CONTENT YET SO EMPTY OMG I LOVE AMITY OMG IM SO GAY OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG ALSO WILLOW??? LUZ??? EXCUSE ME??? GUSSS??????? BRO- I AM DYING I AM COMBUSTING- OMG THE COLLECTOR IS BASICALLY A KID I WANNA CRY- ALSO MISS OWL LADY MAY I HAVE UR HAD IN MARRAIGE? FORGET RAINE, PICK ME CHOOSE ME WANT ME-

anywayzzzzzz, Jennie's referred to as being the older one even tho jisoo's the vampire cuz that kink ykw? sooooo yEa

also since theyre both taller than me i had to change "short" to "tall" cuz damn who am i to say theyre short?💀💀💀

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Jennie sat down on the couch, facing the door. They said that the vampire (a female, as always) would be up in a minute. This club wasn't new to Jennie, though it was the first time she'd been here with other people. Jennie and Lisa were somewhere downstairs, waiting to make her drink and laugh and drive her home.

And maybe the vampire too, if they matched well.

She knows it's not the usual purpose of this club, but finding someone to take home is just a possible bonus. The few, mm, "customers" that she'd had before had been fun, sure, but no one she wanted to take home and be in a proper bed with. Not one that liked the idea of a human being in control outside of the hyper-regulated feeding club. And that was the issue.

More than the money and expected sex, Jennie liked to feel the control. People were one things, past girlfriends and flings had been fun but her first night with a vampire was...unreal. She'd been overpowered, "out-topped" as Lisa said, but it was just a matter of expectations, knowledge, and control. Finding a way to make a vampire restrain themselves, to find a pliant or even submissive vampire-

Jennie wouldn't call herself picky but that had been the defining trait she'd been looking for in her recent hookups. Here, at least, a vampire overpowering her would break the club rules and bring security-human and vampire bouncers alike-bursting in. The type to use the club's service usually didn't have a regular way of getting blood, so risking expulsion kept most from being too aggressive or cocky. It was safer to search here.

It's been a while since she came here to have proper sex, preferring just the drinking and payment and maybe some making out. Being drunk from could honestly be sensual and nice when done correctly, and it was certainly not a turn off. But thinking about the sexual aspect again was...

The door opens and Jennie quickly shuts her phone before looking up.

The vampire doesn't move from the doorway, just staring at her. Doesn't blink, doesn't say anything or even let go of the door, just looks her up and down and stares. Jennie knows she doesn't look bad, far fucking from it; black is her color and these are some nice jeans. Maybe the amount of collarbone on display was making her hungrier, though she hasn't hissed or bared her fangs.

Is she nervous?

Ooh, fun.

"Aw, you're cute."

The girl looks shocked-she's tall, maybe Jennie's height, with glistening eyes and fangs pushing just past her lower lip-she's probably not used to being called cute. Jennie can sense hesitant looks at her body, her neck-she's probably a little thrown by the bold but not overtly sexual advance. She knows that some people demand that for their blood, but not her.

She looks...younger than me, too. Body-wise.

Jennie leans back on one hand and the eyes follow her, the vampire's hand tightening on the door handle. Jennie swallows as a test and smirks at the way her lips part slightly, how she doesn't move but maybe...inhales just a fraction.