Chapter 2: Raw Window Fucking with a View
The silence in Jennie’s apartment was absolute, and it pressed in on her like a physical weight. She sat on the floor of her dark living room, knees drawn to her chest, staring at the black screen of her phone. The call with Taehyung had ended twenty minutes ago. His voice, first confused, then hurt, then frighteningly quiet, still echoed in her head.
You’re ending it? Just like that? Is there someone else, Jennie?
She hadn’t lied. “It’s not you. It’s me. I need… something else. I can’t explain it.”
But she could. The explanation was a living, breathing memory of being pinned against wet tile, filled so completely she couldn’t breathe. The explanation was a secret that was no longer just Lisa’s, but theirs.
Her phone lit up, vibrating on the polished wood floor. Not Taehyung. Lisa’s name glowed, a pulse in the darkness.
Hey. You alive?
Jennie’s thumbs were clumsy. Barely. I did it.
Three dots appeared, then vanished. Then: Come over.
It’s 2 AM.
I’m awake. Aren’t you?
She was. Every nerve felt scraped raw, alive and jangling. The guilt was a lead blanket, but underneath it ran a current of pure, terrifying adrenaline. She had jumped. Now she was falling. Lisa’s place felt like the only possible landing strip.
Okay.
Lisa’s penthouse was in a sleek, discreet tower in Hannam-dong. Jennie slipped past the sleepy doorman, a hat pulled low, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The elevator rose in a silent, gilded ascent. When the doors opened directly into the foyer, Lisa was already there.
She leaned against the wall, dressed in simple black sweats and a thin tank top. No makeup. Her hair was a soft, messy halo. She looked younger, and utterly real. The confident mask of the maknae was gone, replaced by an open, wary concern.
“Hey,” Lisa said, her voice soft.
That one word undid her. Jennie’s composure cracked. A sob hitched in her throat, and she covered her face with her hands. In an instant, Lisa was across the floor, pulling her in. Jennie buried her face in Lisa’s neck, breathing in the clean scent of her skin, laundry detergent and something uniquely, comfortingly Lisa.
“It was awful,” Jennie mumbled into her skin.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It had to happen.” She pulled back, wiping her eyes roughly. “I just feel like a monster.”
Lisa took her hand, lacing their fingers together. Her grip was firm, grounding. “You’re not a monster. You’re just honest. It’s a fucking brutal thing to be.” She led Jennie further into the spacious, minimalist apartment. The entire far wall was floor-to-ceiling glass, offering a dizzying, panoramic view of Seoul’s endless glittering grid. It felt like standing on the edge of the world.
Lisa went to the kitchen, pouring two glasses of water. She handed one to Jennie. “What did he say?”
“He asked if there was someone else.” Jennie took a sip, the cold water a shock. “I didn’t answer.”
“Good. That’s our business.” Lisa’s gaze was intense. “This… what we’re doing. It’s ours. No one else gets a vote.”
The possessiveness in her tone should have been alarming. Instead, it stoked a low, answering heat in Jennie’s belly. Here, there were no rules. No careful idol protocols. No boyfriend. Just this electric space between them.
She set the glass down on a low concrete table. “I can’t stop thinking about it. The shower.”
A slow smile touched Lisa’s lips. “Yeah. Me either.”
“It wasn’t enough.”
Lisa’s eyes darkened. She put her own glass down. The air thickened, charged with the unsaid thing that had been humming between them since Jennie walked in. The grief and guilt were still there, but they were being burned away, consumed by a sharper, more urgent need.
Jennie stepped into her space. “I need you to make me forget,” she whispered. “I need you to ruin me for anything else.”
Lisa’s breath caught. She brought a hand up, tracing the line of Jennie’s jaw with her thumb. “That’s a dangerous thing to ask for.”
“I’m a dangerous thing right now.”
With a low groan, Lisa captured her mouth. This kiss was different from the frantic, steam-shrouded one in the practice room. It was deep, deliberate, and devastatingly slow. A claiming. Jennie melted into it, her hands fisting in Lisa’s tank top. Lisa walked her backward, never breaking the kiss, until Jennie’s back met the cool, unyielding glass of the window wall.
The vast, silent city sprawled beneath them, a sea of lights. Anyone with a telescope could see them. The thought was a forbidden thrill that shot straight to Jennie’s core.
Lisa pulled her mouth away, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat. Her hands slid under Jennie’s shirt, pushing it up. “Off,” she growled. Jennie obeyed, lifting her arms, letting Lisa strip the shirt over her head. Her bra followed. The cold glass bit into her bare back, a shocking contrast to the feverish heat of Lisa’s mouth closing over her nipple.
“Oh, god,” Jennie gasped, her head tipping back against the window with a soft thud. Lisa sucked hard, her tongue flicking the taut peak, her hand squeezing and kneading her other breast. The dual sensation—the punishing chill at her back, the searing heat at her front—was overwhelming.
Lisa’s hands went to the button of Jennie’s jeans, popping it open, dragging the zipper down in one rough motion. She shoved the denim and her underwear down her hips in a single push. The clothes pooled at her ankles. Exposed, Jennie shuddered, utterly vulnerable against the window to the world.
Lisa knelt. She hooked Jennie’s right leg over her shoulder, opening her completely. Her breath ghosted over Jennie’s dripping cleft. “Look at you,” Lisa murmured, her voice thick with desire. “So fucking pretty and wet just for me.” She didn’t tease. She leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit.
Jennie cried out, her fingers scrambling against the smooth glass for purchase. Lisa ate her with a focused, relentless hunger. Her tongue plunged inside, then circled her clit, then sucked the sensitive bud into her mouth. Jennie’s hips jerked, fucking herself against Lisa’s face. “Yes… right there, please, don’t stop…”
Lisa didn’t stop. She drove Jennie to the edge with ruthless precision, her hands gripping Jennie’s ass, holding her in place. The orgasm ripped through Jennie, a silent, screaming wave that locked her muscles and stole her vision. She convulsed against Lisa’s mouth, her cry strangled and raw.
Before the last tremor had even subsided, Lisa was on her feet. She was breathing hard, her own desire etched plainly on her face and in the pronounced bulge straining against her sweatpants. She kicked Jennie’s discarded clothes aside.
“Turn around,” Lisa commanded, her voice gravel.
Weak-legged and pliant, Jennie turned, placing her palms flat against the cool glass. Her cheek pressed to the window. The city lights blurred into streaks of gold and white below. She felt Lisa press against her back, the hard line of her cock nestling between her ass cheeks.
Lisa’s hands smoothed over her hips, her stomach, then came up to roughly cup her breasts. She pinched Jennie’s nipples, hard, making her gasp. “You’re mine tonight,” Lisa whispered into her ear, biting the lobe. “Every part of you. You gave up everything else for this. So fucking take it.”
She spat into her hand, a crude, wet sound, then slicked herself up. The head of her cock pressed against Jennie’s entrance, still swollen and sensitive from her first climax. Lisa didn’t ask. She pushed.
It was a brutal, full invasion. Jennie’s mouth opened in a soundless cry as Lisa filled her, inch by relentless inch, stretching her even more deeply than in the shower. There was no warm water, no steam to soften the act. This was raw friction, the hard cock sheathing itself inside her while the indifferent city watched.
“Fuck,” Lisa choked out, fully hilted, her body trembling against Jennie’s back. “You’re so goddamn tight. It’s like you’re milking me already.”
She began to move. Short, sharp pulls that made Jennie see stars. Then longer, deeper thrusts that punched the air from her lungs. The window vibrated faintly with their rhythm. Lisa’s grip on her hips was iron, sure to leave bruises.
“You like that?” Lisa grunted, snapping her hips forward. “You like getting fucked like this? Like a fucking secret?”
“Yes!” Jennie moaned, the humiliation and the exhilaration twisting into one perfect cord of pleasure. “Harder!”
Lisa obeyed, her thrusts turning punishing, animalistic. The slap of skin, their mingled sweat making their bodies slide, Lisa’s ragged pants in her ear—it was obscene. It was perfect. Jennie felt another orgasm building, coiling tight from the deep, relentless pounding.
“Come for me again,” Lisa demanded, one hand snaking around to press against Jennie’s clit. “Scream my name. Let the whole fucking city know who’s ruining you.”
The command, the rough circular pressure of her fingers, the deep, claiming thrusts—it was too much. Jennie shattered. Her orgasm was a violent, unending convulsion, a raw scream tearing from her throat that fogged the glass in front of her. “LISA!”
Feeling her clamp down, Lisa lost her rhythm. With a broken, guttural roar, she drove in one last, desperate time and held, pulsing hot inside Jennie as her own release crashed over her. She bit down on Jennie’s shoulder to muffle her cry, a sharp, possessive pain that sealed the moment.
They collapsed against the window, a tangled, slick heap of spent limbs. Lisa’s weight pressed Jennie into the glass. Their breath came in ragged, syncopated gasps, fogging and clearing, fogging and clearing the view.
Slowly, Lisa softened and slipped out. She turned Jennie around, gathering her into her arms. Jennie was boneless, her body humming, marked, and utterly claimed. Lisa kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her swollen lips.
“No going back now,” Lisa murmured into her hair.
Jennie looked past her, at the city they ruled and that could destroy them. She saw their reflection in the dark glass—two shadows merged into one. “I don’t want to go back.”
They slid down the window to sit on the floor, wrapped in each other, watching the silent, sleeping world. The complications hadn’t vanished. Taehyung’s hurt was still a fresh wound. The risk of exposure was now a sleeping dragon at their door. But for this fragile hour, in the quiet aftermath of ruin, there was only the certainty of skin on skin, and the terrifying, thrilling freefall they had chosen together.
But for this fragile hour, in the quiet aftermath of ruin, there was only the certainty of skin on skin, and the terrifying, thrilling freefall they had chosen together. Jennie’s limbs were heavy, her mind blissfully empty, lulled by the steady beat of Lisa’s heart against her ear. Sleep pulled at her, a dark, warm tide.
She didn’t remember moving to the bed. She only woke to the pale, Seoul dawn bleeding grey light through the windows, and the solid warmth of Lisa curled around her back. An arm was draped possessively over her waist. Jennie lay perfectly still, cataloging the aches—the delicious throb between her legs, the tender mark on her shoulder, the faint protest of muscles used in entirely new ways. Guilt tried to surface, a cold, familiar sludge. She pushed it down, focusing instead on the feel of Lisa’s breath stirring her hair.
Lisa stirred, her hand sliding lower to splay over Jennie’s stomach. “You’re thinking too loud,” she mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
“How can you tell?”
“Your whole body gets tense.” Lisa nuzzled the nape of her neck. “Regret’s a waste of time. We’re past that line.”
“I know.” Jennie turned in her arms, facing her. In the flat morning light, Lisa looked softer, her features unguarded. Jennie traced the line of her eyebrow. “It’s just… the mess. It’s all still out there.”
“The mess is always out there.” Lisa captured her wandering hand, kissed her palm. “We’ll deal with it. Later.”
She leaned in and kissed Jennie, a slow, deep, waking kiss that tasted of sleep and shared skin. It was different from the frantic, wordless collisions of the night before. This kiss had a question in it. An invitation. Jennie answered it, shifting closer, letting her thigh slide between Lisa’s. The fabric of their borrowed sweatpants was a frustrating barrier.
Lisa broke the kiss, her eyes dark. “I want to feel you,” she murmured. “All of you. Not just the frantic shit.” She sat up, pulling her tank top off, then pushed the sweats down her hips. She lay back naked, exposed, her body a landscape of lean muscle and soft curves in the grey light. Her cock lay half-hard against her thigh, already thickening under Jennie’s gaze.
Jennie shucked off her own clothes, the air cool on her skin. She moved over Lisa, straddling her hips, but instead of sinking down, she leaned forward. She kissed Lisa’s mouth, then her jaw, her throat, moving lower. She took one peaked nipple into her mouth, sucking gently, then harder, eliciting a sharp gasp. Her hand found the other breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers.
“Fuck, Jennie,” Lisa breathed, her hands coming up to tangle in Jennie’s hair.
Jennie continued her path downward, kissing the defined ridges of her stomach. She nuzzled the coarse, dark hair at the base of her cock, inhaling her musk. Lisa’s hips jerked. Looking up, Jennie held her gaze as she took the head into her mouth. It was warm, salty, velvety. Lisa made a punched-out sound.
Jennie took her deeper, learning the shape and weight of her with her tongue. She cupped Lisa’s balls, rolling them gently, then slid her hand lower, through wetness, to press against her opening. Lisa was soaking. Jennie pushed two fingers inside, curling them, and Lisa cried out, her back arching off the bed.
“Oh god, right there, don’t stop,” Lisa babbled, her composure shattered. Her hips began to move in a helpless rhythm, fucking Jennie’s mouth and her hand at once. The obscene, wet sounds filled the quiet room. Jennie felt powerful, intoxicating, in control of this breathtaking creature’s pleasure.
Lisa’s moans climbed, fragmented. “I’m gonna… Jennie, I’m gonna come in your mouth.”
Jennie pulled off, her lips slick. “No.” She withdrew her fingers, shifting up quickly. She positioned herself, guiding Lisa’s thick head to her entrance. “Here. I want it here.”
She sank down in one slow, excruciating movement, swallowing Lisa whole until their hips met. They both groaned, a shattered duet. Jennie rocked, setting a slow, grinding pace, taking her time. She watched Lisa’s face, watched her bite her lip, her eyes screwed shut in pleasure.
“Look at me,” Jennie demanded.
Lisa’s eyes flew open, blazing. Her hands gripped Jennie’s hips, fingers digging in. “You feel so fucking good. Like you were made for me.”
“Maybe I was.” Jennie leaned down, kissing her as she moved, their tongues matching the rhythm below. The pace built, became urgent. Lisa thrust up to meet her, each drive hitting a devastating spot that made Jennie’s vision blur.
“Harder,” Lisa grunted, snapping her hips upward with bruising force. “Come on. Take what you need.”
Jennie shattered, her orgasm a silent, seismic event that clenched around Lisa, milking her. With a choked-off roar, Lisa followed, pulsing deep inside her, her whole body trembling like a wire under too much current.
They collapsed, a sweaty, breathless tangle. The morning light was stronger now, outlining the dust motes dancing in the air. The real world, with all its demands, was reasserting itself minute by minute.
Lisa’s phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand. Then Jennie’s. Then Lisa’s again.
“Fuck,” Lisa sighed, not moving.
“It’s Rosé,” Jennie said, glancing at her own screen. A string of messages. Where are you both? Management meeting moved up. 10 AM. They’re asking questions.
The bubble popped. The freefall hit a sudden updraft, jerking them back toward solid ground. They looked at each other, the understanding instant. The secret wasn’t just theirs anymore. It had edges now, sharp enough to cut.
“We should shower,” Jennie said, not moving.
“Yeah.” Lisa pressed a final, hard kiss to her mouth. It tasted like an ending, and a beginning. “Together.”
The shower was a sanctuary of steam and slow hands. The frantic heat from the window was gone, washed away by the warm cascade. This was different. Jennie traced the faint, purpling bite mark on Lisa’s shoulder with her thumb, a possessive claim left in the dawn’s light. Lisa watched her, eyes heavy-lidded, water beading on her dark lashes.
“Mine,” Jennie whispered, not a question.
“Yours.” Lisa’s voice was a husky agreement. She leaned back against the tile, a silent offering. The invitation was in the tilt of her chin, the way her body relaxed into submission. Jennie accepted it.
She started at the top, mapping the territory she now felt entitled to. She kissed the hollow of Lisa’s throat, tasting chlorine and salt. Her mouth moved lower, capturing a peaked nipple, sucking it to a hard, tight point while her fingers teased the other. Lisa’s breath hitched, a sharp intake over the water’s patter. Jennie swirled her tongue, biting down just enough to make Lisa gasp and arch her back off the wall.
“So fucking sensitive,” Jennie murmured against her damp skin, her words vibrating into Lisa’s breastbone. She continued her descent, her lips and tongue painting a wet, deliberate trail down the taut plane of Lisa’s stomach. Her muscles jumped under Jennie’s mouth. The coarse, dark hair at the apex of her thighs was plastered flat by the water.
Jennie didn’t hesitate. She nudged Lisa’s legs wider with her shoulder, settling onto her knees on the shower floor. The view was obscenely beautiful. Lisa’s cock, thick and full, lay against her stomach, the tip flushed a deep, ruddy pink. Beneath it, her folds were slick and swollen, glistening under the spray.
“Look at you,” Jennie breathed, her own desire coiling hot and urgent inside her. She didn’t just take her into her mouth. She savored her first. She nuzzled the length of her, inhaling her unique, musky scent, before pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the head. A bead of bitter salt leaked onto her lips. Lisa groaned, her fingers tightening in Jennie’s wet hair.
Then Jennie took her in, swallowing her down with a practiced, hungry ease that made Lisa cry out. She used her tongue, swirling around the crown before sliding down the shaft, taking her deep into her throat. Her nose pressed into the dark, wet curls at the base. She hollowed her cheeks, creating a tight, wet suction that had Lisa’s thighs trembling.
“Holy shit, Jennie. Just like that.” Lisa’s hips stuttered, a shallow, involuntary thrust. Jennie relaxed her throat, taking it, her hand coming up to cradle Lisa’s balls, rolling the heavy weight in her palm. Her other hand slid lower, finding Lisa dripping and open. She pushed two fingers inside the wet heat, curling them forward.
The dual sensation tore a ragged, broken sound from Lisa’s throat. “Fuck! Yes, right there, fuck me with your fingers, don’t stop sucking me.” She was babbling, her composure utterly shredded, her body a live wire under Jennie’s control. Jennie worked her, fingers pumping in time with the deep, sucking pulls of her mouth. The sounds were filthy—wet, gagging slurps, skin slapping tile, Lisa’s shattered, pleading moans echoing off the porcelain.
Lisa’s hand fisted in her hair, not guiding, just holding on for life. “I’m gonna come. Jennie, I’m gonna—”
Jennie pulled off with a wet pop, her lips slick and swollen. She looked up, water streaming down her face. “Come where?” Her voice was ragged, raw.
“Inside. I need to come inside you.” Lisa’s eyes were black with need, her chest heaving.
It was all the permission Jennie needed. She stood on shaky legs, turned, and braced her hands against the shower wall. “Then do it.”
Lisa was on her in a flash, her body hot and solid against Jennie’s back. No finesse, just pure, desperate need. She spat into her hand, slicked herself, and drove into Jennie’s soaked cunt in one brutal, bottoming thrust. Jennie screamed, the sound echoing off the tiles, her forehead pressing into the cool wall. It was deeper, more visceral than before, a reclaiming.
Lisa fucked her with a punishing, single-minded rhythm, her hips pistoning, her own pleasure a furious, driving force. “This cunt is mine,” she growled, each word punctuated by a thrust. “You understand? You come apart on my dick and it’s mine.”
“Yes!” Jennie sobbed, the confession torn from her. The pleasure was a white-hot wire, singeing her nerves from the inside out. Her orgasm detonated without warning, a convulsive, mind-emptying seizure that clamped down around Lisa’s invading length.
Feeling her tighten, Lisa lost all rhythm. With a guttural, animal roar, she buried herself to the hilt and held, pulsing jet after hot jet deep into Jennie’s core. Her whole body shuddered, a violent tremor of release that seemed to go on forever. They slumped against the wall, held up by water and trembling limbs, utterly spent.
The water ran cold. They didn’t move.
Eventually, Lisa softened and slipped out. She turned Jennie around, cradling her face. The ferocity was gone, replaced by something unnervingly soft. “We’re so fucked.”
Jennie nodded, leaning into her hand. “I know.”
They dressed in silence, in borrowed clothes that smelled of Lisa’s detergent. The marks were hidden under fabric now—the bite, the fingerprint bruises on hips. The evidence was tucked away, but the shift between them was a living thing, visible in every shared glance, every casual brush of fingers as Jennie handed Lisa her phone.
Rosé’s messages were a frantic crescendo. WHERE ARE YOU? They’re in the conference room NOW. Bang PD-nim is here. He’s asking specifically.
The real world wasn’t knocking. It was kicking the door down.
Lisa’s jaw tightened. She looked at Jennie, the idol mask sliding into place, but it didn’t fit right anymore. The edges were cracked, revealing the raw, real person beneath. “You ready for this?”
Jennie squared her shoulders, feeling the phantom ache between her legs, a secret anchor. “No.” She managed a brittle smile. “But let’s go.”