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Let Me Love You - Jennie Kim

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pairing. katseye!oc x idol!jennie

synopsis. Jennie constantly spoils Tatum, showering her with affection and thoughtful gestures, treating her like the princess she believes she is.

The evening had started with a quiet, elegant simplicity. One of those nights that felt almost cinematic—the city lights reflecting off the wide, glossy windows of Jennie’s penthouse, while the skyline glittered in the distance. The faint sound of music drifted through the open balcony doors, something slow and soulful, just enough to hum under the weight of their voices. But now, hours later, they were somewhere entirely different.

Jennie had driven them through the winding city streets in her sleek black Porsche, one hand lazily resting on the wheel, the other loosely holding Tatum’s hand. The windows were slightly down, letting the cool night air brush against their skin. With her hair down and her oversized sunglasses still on, Jennie looked unfairly cool—like she belonged in some glossy editorial.

Tatum had teased her about it, but Jennie had simply smirked, giving her hand a soft squeeze as she drove them to their destination.And now they were here.The rooftop restaurant was all hers—Jennie had made sure of it. The entire place was candlelit, with delicate string lights swaying faintly in the night breeze. A table was set for two at the edge of the terrace, overlooking the endless sprawl of Seoul, illuminated by thousands of tiny golden lights.

Tatum stood near the balcony railing, her fingers loosely wrapped around the stem of her wine glass as she gazed out over the city. The gentle hum of the metropolis was far below them, nothing but a faint, distant murmur. Up here, it felt like they were suspended in their own private world.

Jennie watched her from across the table, chin propped on her hand, her lips twitching into a smile. She wasn’t paying attention to the food, or the view, or the rare wine she’d specifically ordered. No, her eyes were solely on Tatum—the soft, golden glow of the lights catching the curve of her jaw, the delicate slope of her nose, and the faint shimmer on her exposed collarbones.

Her princess.

Jennie’s eyes softened, her lips parting faintly in quiet admiration.Tatum must have felt her stare, because she turned slightly, her eyes meeting Jennie’s across the table. She arched a brow with a small, amused smile.

“Something on my face?”Jennie’s lips curved into a soft grin. “Just perfection,” she murmured smoothly, not even trying to be subtle.Tatum rolled her eyes playfully, shaking her head slightly, but she couldn’t stop the faint warmth creeping up her neck. Jennie always had that effect on her.Still, she tried to play it cool.

“Smooth,” she teased, lifting her wine glass to her lips.

Jennie tilted her head slightly, her eyes glimmering with playful mischief.“I wasn’t trying to be,” she replied softly, her voice dropping just a little lower.

“It’s just the truth.”And just like that, Tatum’s breath caught faintly.Jennie knew exactly what she was doing—her voice slow and lazy, her eyes warm and unwavering.

The way her gaze traveled slowly over Tatum’s face, lingering just a second too long on her lips.Trying not to visibly melt, Tatum quickly turned her attention to her plate, using her fork as a distraction. She poked at her food, even though she wasn’t really hungry anymore.But Jennie wasn’t having it.Without a word, she slowly stood, walking around the table.

She stopped behind Tatum’s chair and leaned down slightly, her breath grazing her ear.“Come with me,” Jennie whispered softly, her voice barely above a murmur.Tatum turned slightly, glancing over her shoulder.

“Where are we going?”Jennie’s lips quirked faintly, her eyes dark with a familiar glimmer of mischief.“Just trust me.

”Without waiting for a response, she took Tatum’s hand and led her away from the table.

They walked hand in hand to the edge of the rooftop, where the view stretched out in an endless sea of gold and silver lights. The air was crisp, but not cold—the perfect balance of coolness that made the warmth of Jennie’s hand even more noticeable.Tatum glanced at her, eyes softening.

“You really didn’t have to do all this,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.Jennie glanced at her, almost amused.

“Why not?”Tatum shrugged lightly, her gaze shifting back to the view.

“Because it’s… too much.” She let out a faint, teasing smile. “Not all of us can casually book a rooftop on a Tuesday, you know.”Jennie chuckled softly, her arms slowly sliding around Tatum’s waist from behind.

She pressed her lips lightly against the curve of Tatum’s shoulder, speaking into her skin.“Nothing is too much for my princess.”Tatum’s breath hitched faintly at the tenderness in her voice.“Jen…” she murmured softly, feeling herself sink slightly into her warmth. Jennie just smiled against her skin.“You deserve it,” she whispered softly, her lips trailing faintly along Tatum’s shoulder.

“You deserve everything.”Before Tatum could say anything, Jennie reached into her pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. With a soft, almost shy smile, she placed it gently into Tatum’s hand.

Tatum blinked, confused, glancing down at the box.“What is this?”Jennie didn’t say anything, just smiled softly.“Open it.” Tatum’s fingers carefully flipped the box open.Inside was a delicate silver bracelet with a single, small charm dangling from the center—a letter T intertwined with a J.

Her breath caught faintly.“Jen…” she breathed, her eyes wide.Jennie tucked a loose strand of hair behind Tatum’s ear, her voice a soft murmur.“Just something to keep with you,” she whispered. “For when I’m not around.”Tatum stared at the bracelet, her throat tightening. It was delicate, elegant, perfect—but it was the thought behind it that made her chest ache.

Jennie watched her carefully, her eyes suddenly unsure.“Do you like it?” she asked softly, almost nervous.But she didn’t have to be.

Without another word, Tatum turned and threw her arms around Jennie’s neck, clutching her tightly. She pressed her face into Jennie’s neck, her fingers trembling slightly as they curled into the fabric of her dress.And then she kissed her.Softly at first—her lips barely brushing Jennie’s. But when Jennie melted into her, Tatum’s hands slid up to cup her face, and she kissed her deeper. Slowly. Reverently.Jennie’s arms tightened around her waist, pulling her impossibly close. She kissed her back with so much tenderness, so much devotion, it made Tatum’s knees weak.

When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathless, foreheads pressed together, their hands still tangled in each other.Tatum stared into Jennie’s eyes, her voice barely above a whisper.“I love you,” she murmured softly, her fingers brushing against the bracelet on her wrist.Jennie’s lips curved into the faintest smile, her eyes soft and shining.

“I love you more, princess,” she whispered back. “And I always will.”And as they stood there—wrapped in each other’s arms, the city twinkling below them—it felt like nothing else in the world existed.

Just them.

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gottencents · 2 days ago

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S&M - Jennie Kim

love hangover masterlist. main masterlist. navi.

pairing. katseye!oc x jennie kim

synopsis. After a night of teasing on the dance floor, Jennie and Tatum’s flirtation escalates into a heated, magnetic encounter that leaves the entire club forgotten.

The music pulsed through the club like a heartbeat, heavy and all-consuming. The bassline throbbed in Tatum’s chest, reverberating through her ribcage as she moved to the beat, her limbs fluid and loose from the drinks she’d had earlier.

The room was alive with flashing lights—neon reds and electric blues slicing through the dark haze, bouncing off the glassy bar top and reflecting in the clusters of sweating bodies.

Tatum was lost in the rhythm, a carefree grin tugging at her lips as she danced with her friends. Her hair was slightly damp from the heat of the crowd, and her skin was slick with a thin sheen of sweat, but she didn’t care.

She felt good—light and loose, the alcohol creating a pleasant buzz in her veins.Daniela grabbed her hand, twirling her around with a loud laugh.

“Okay, okay, I need a break,” Daniela panted, fanning herself dramatically.

“But you? You’re a machine.”Tatum let out a breathless laugh, brushing her damp hair back.

“Lightweight,” she teased, nudging Daniela’s shoulder. Manon came over, slinging an arm around Tatum’s neck.

“You’re keeping the party alive, babe.”Tatum smirked, looping her arms around Manon’s waist, and the two of them started moving together. The club’s heat made their skin stick slightly, but the music drowned everything else out. The crowd pressed closer, bodies moving as one, the world shrinking down to the thumping bass and the hypnotic rhythm.

Tatum’s eyes were half-lidded, her head tilted back slightly as she let herself get lost in the music. Her movements were languid, fluid, hips rolling slowly to the beat. She barely noticed when Manon stepped away to get a drink—too lost in her own rhythm to care.But she did notice when someone new pressed up behind her.

The touch was light at first—a gentle brush of fingers against her hip. But then it became more deliberate, the hand settling there with firm confidence. Tatum’s eyes flickered open slightly, the hazy swirl of bodies around her snapping into focus.

She was about to turn around, assuming it was one of her friends messing with her—until she felt the unmistakable warmth of lips ghosting just behind her ear.

“Hey, stranger.”The voice was low, velvety, and immediately familiar. The breath fanned against Tatum’s skin, sending a faint shiver down her spine.

Jennie.

Tatum froze for half a second—just long enough for her breath to catch slightly in her throat. And then she felt Jennie’s fingers splay against her waist, the pads of her fingertips barely brushing the sliver of skin exposed beneath her cropped top.Before Tatum could turn around, Jennie’s body was already flush against her back.Tatum’s heart stumbled slightly, but her body responded on instinct.

Her hands lifted slightly as Jennie’s hips pressed firmly into hers, guiding her into the rhythm.For a moment, Tatum’s eyes fluttered shut. The heat of Jennie’s body pressed against her back was almost dizzying.

What the hell is she doing?

But before she could properly form the thought, Jennie’s hands began to wander. Her fingers slid slowly over Tatum’s hips, lingering briefly at the waistband of her jeans before gliding upward. Her hands pressed against Tatum’s stomach, fingertips dragging lightly across the taut skin as they slid higher—slowly, deliberately, teasingly.Tatum’s breath hitched softly.

Her head tipped back slightly, the barest gasp catching in her throat when Jennie’s fingers skimmed beneath the edge of her top, palms warm and flat against her abdomen.

“Relax,” Jennie murmured softly, her lips brushing just below Tatum’s ear. Her voice was low, almost syrupy.

“You’re too stiff.”Her tone was playful, but there was a wicked edge to it—a deliberate slowness in the way her hands roamed.And then, as the beat shifted, Jennie’s hips rolled smoothly against Tatum’s, her body fitting perfectly against her back.

Tatum’s fingers twitched slightly at her sides, unsure whether she wanted to grab Jennie’s hands or let them roam freely.But then Jennie moved again—slow, deliberate. Her body molded into Tatum’s as she began to grind against her in time with the music, her hips rolling in slow, sinuous circles.

A quiet gasp caught in Tatum’s throat. Her hands instinctively dropped to Jennie’s thighs, gripping lightly as Jennie’s movements pressed her even closer.

The crowd melted away.

The flashing lights, the music, the mass of people—it all faded into a dull, meaningless blur. All Tatum could feel was Jennie—the heat of her body, the soft exhale of her breath against her neck, the firm press of her hands trailing along her stomach, tracing slow, teasing patterns as she ground against her. Jennie let out a soft hum of approval against Tatum’s skin, her lips brushing her ear as she grinned faintly.

“You always this shy on the dance floor?” Jennie teased, her voice barely audible over the music.Her fingers trailed upward again, featherlight and slow, grazing the undersides of Tatum’s ribs, fingertips barely skimming the curve of her waist.

Tatum’s head tipped back slightly, eyes half-lidded, her breath coming out uneven. She was only vaguely aware of the way her hands were gripping Jennie’s thighs tighter now, nails lightly digging into the fabric of her pants. The wicked grin against her neck widened.

“Thought you could handle yourself,” Jennie teased softly, her voice low, sultry, and entirely too pleased.

Tatum’s eyes snapped open slightly, her competitive streak sparking in her chest. Her lips parted, and before she could think twice, she let her hand slide down Jennie’s thigh, her fingertips tracing a slow, deliberate line back up to her hip. Her fingers flexed slightly, gripping Jennie’s waist with newfound boldness.

“Oh, I can handle myself just fine,” Tatum shot back, her voice low and raspy, barely above the music.Jennie’s breath caught faintly at the sudden shift—the change in Tatum’s tone. Her fingers tightened slightly against Tatum’s stomach, but she recovered quickly. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against the shell of Tatum’s ear.

“Yeah?” she murmured softly, her voice a little breathier this time.

“Prove it.”And so she did.

Tatum turned in Jennie’s hold, their faces now barely inches apart. The world around them blurred into a dim haze—the neon lights casting shifting colors over their skin, the music pounding faintly in their ears. But they weren’t looking at the crowd.

They were only looking at each other.And Tatum, her lips barely brushing against Jennie’s, smirked faintly.

“You asked for it,” she murmured—low, teasing, and just a little wicked.And then she grabbed Jennie by the hips and pulled her closer.The moment Tatum pulled Jennie closer, everything else in the club faded into static.

The music, the flashing lights, the sea of bodies moving around them—it all blurred into the background, meaningless and far away.It was just them now.Jennie’s breath hitched slightly at the sudden tug, her eyes darkening with something dangerous and playful as her hips snapped flush against Tatum’s.

Her hands found their place—one gripping Tatum’s waist, the other sliding around to the small of her back, keeping her locked in place.Tatum’s heart stuttered. For half a second, she forgot how to breathe.

Jennie’s lips were so close that Tatum could feel her breath against her mouth—warm and heady, still tasting faintly of the tequila shots they’d downed earlier. Her eyes flicked down briefly, tracing the faint curve of Jennie’s bottom lip, watching the subtle twitch of her smirk.

Jennie’s eyes—heavy-lidded and dark with teasing satisfaction—flickered over Tatum’s face, her fingers tightening ever so slightly against her waist.

“Mm.” Jennie hummed lowly, her voice like velvet—slow, deliberate, and entirely too pleased with herself. Her lips curved into a slow, dangerous smirk.

“What’s the matter?” she teased, her voice barely louder than the thrum of the bass.

“Getting shy on me already?”Tatum’s breath caught, but she bit down hard on her own hesitation.

The slow grin tugging at Jennie’s lips—the barely-there challenge glimmering in her eyes—lit a spark in Tatum’s chest.Oh, you think you’re funny.With a low smirk, Tatum slid her hands down the curve of Jennie’s waist, her fingers pressing deliberately into the fabric of her pants before slipping lower, gripping the top of her thighs. The move was subtle, but Jennie’s body immediately responded—her breath hitching ever so slightly, her hold on Tatum tightening.

Tatum’s lips parted faintly, her voice low and teasing.“Shy?” she rasped softly, leaning in just enough for her lips to graze the corner of Jennie’s mouth, the briefest brush of warmth. Her fingers flexed against Jennie’s thighs, pulling her in closer.

“Not a chance.”Jennie’s eyes flashed with something wicked. And then she moved. Without missing a beat, Jennie’s grip shifted—her hand sliding up Tatum’s back, fingers splaying possessively between her shoulder blades. She tugged Tatum flush against her, her hips rolling with deliberate slowness into Tatum’s.

Tatum sucked in a sharp breath, the sensation sending a hot pulse through her veins. Her hands instinctively tightened around Jennie’s thighs, nails pressing slightly into the fabric.Jennie’s smirk widened.

“Oh?” she taunted, her voice barely above a breath.

Her lips brushed against Tatum’s jaw as she leaned in, her voice sultry and syrup-slow.

“Then why are you holding on so tight?”Her words were nothing more than a breath against Tatum’s skin—low, teasing, and absolutely wrecking.Tatum’s lips parted, a soft exhale catching in her throat.

Her eyes fluttered briefly as Jennie’s hands moved again—sliding over her back, fingertips trailing along the sliver of exposed skin at her waist. The slow drag of Jennie’s hands, her hips moving in deliberate, sinuous circles against Tatum’s, made the whole club feel hotter.It was becoming impossible to think—impossible to breathe properly with Jennie moving against her like this.

And Jennie knew it.Her mouth curved into a slow, wicked smile as she leaned in closer.

Her lips brushed against the curve of Tatum’s jaw—just barely, the softest featherlight touch—before she dragged them down, tracing a slow line along the side of her neck. Tatum let out a faint, shaky exhale, her hands involuntarily gripping tighter against Jennie’s thighs, holding her in place. Jennie’s smirk pressed into her skin.

“You’re holding back,” Jennie purred softly, her breath warm and teasing against Tatum’s ear.

“Why?”Her tone was low, barely audible over the bass thundering through the club, but the challenge was unmistakable.

And Tatum?

She was done playing around.With a sharp exhale, she slid her hands up Jennie’s sides—slowly at first, fingertips tracing along her waist, dragging over the fabric of her top. And then, with deliberate boldness, she gripped Jennie’s hips firmly and turned them, spinning them both so that Jennie was now the one pinned against the wall.

The move was swift, fluid, and entirely unhesitant. Jennie’s back hit the wall with a soft thud, and for the briefest moment, she let out a breathless little laugh of surprise.But before she could say anything, Tatum leaned in—so close that their noses brushed. Her lips hovered barely a breath away from Jennie’s, close enough to make her gasp softly.

“Still think I’m holding back?” Tatum rasped, her voice low and rough with teasing defiance.

Jennie’s breath faltered slightly. Her lips parted faintly, her smirk faltering for half a second.And that half-second was all it took.Without waiting, Tatum closed the distance.Their mouths collided in a slow, heated kiss—neither rushed nor hesitant. Jennie’s lips parted immediately, sighing softly against Tatum’s mouth as their bodies pressed flush together.

The club was still loud, the bass pounding, the lights flashing, but neither of them noticed.

Jennie’s hands found their way to the back of Tatum’s neck, fingers slipping into her hair as she tugged her in closer. She angled her head slightly, deepening the kiss, her mouth soft and warm against Tatum’s.

Tatum’s fingers gripped tighter against Jennie’s hips, holding her firmly in place as she kissed her again—slower this time, lingering, her tongue barely grazing Jennie’s bottom lip before slipping past.

Jennie let out the faintest, breathless whimper into her mouth, her hands tightening in Tatum’s hair.The sound only spurred Tatum on. She shifted slightly, pressing Jennie harder against the wall, one hand sliding lower to grip her thigh and hitch it around her waist.

Jennie’s lips parted again in a soft gasp, and Tatum took the opportunity to deepen the kiss further, her hand squeezing slightly against the bare skin of Jennie’s thigh.And then Jennie smiled against her mouth—a slow, dangerous grin. Her hands fisted in Tatum’s hair, tugging her closer.

“Not so shy after all,” Jennie breathed, her lips curving into a wicked smile against Tatum’s.Tatum smirked faintly, brushing her lips against Jennie’s one last time before murmuring lowly against her mouth, her voice barely above a breath.

“Told you.”

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