CHAENNIE SMUT ONESHOTS

Shower

"Baby-"

Her voice carries, breathless, needy. There's a whine to her call, an irritation that grows as she rolls her hips against the showerhead between her thighs. Her ass is starting to ache, back too, from sitting on the floor of the shower, her body bowing and contorting as she chases after her orgasm. Jennie groans and brings her free hand down to her cunt, pulling the skin taut, the increasing pressure to her clit giving way to a new spike in pleasure. The water is relentless against her clit and she is just so, so worked up.

It feels like she's been at this for hours. She's ready to cry in frustration, ready to toss the showerhead aside, ready to demand her girlfriend fuck her, period be damned. She needs to cum at this point but she just can't. get. there.

Jennie catches movement out of the corner of her eye and then there's Rosé kneeling just outside the shower stall, her hair messy and curly from their late morning nap, her shirt hanging off her shoulder. Rosé reaches through the open shower doors, pushes the wet hair that's fallen into Jennie's face back. Her fingers linger along with Jennie's ear, caressing, tickling the sensitive skin. Her nails drag down lightly and a shiver runs through Jennie. "What is it, love?"

The coiling low in Jennie's belly gets impossibly tighter and she bites down on her bottom lip as she presses the showerhead harder against her cunt. She can feel herself ache and twitch before it all levels out, with no payoff. Jennie bites down on her bottom lip harder until tears pool in the corner of her eyes. "I can't," she cries. She pulls her knees up to her chest, the shower head that seems to betray her trapped between her thighs, and she covers her face with her hands.

" Babe," Rosé breathes out, slender fingers wrapping around Jennie's wrists. Jennie thinks she must look pitiful; a wet slump in the shower, her body so strung out that she doesn't know what to do with herself. Jennie opens her eyes, looking at her girlfriend when Rosé's pulled her hands into her own. Her eyes look almost sad but there's a soft warm smile on her face. "What do you need?"

She wants to be fucked, knows it would be the easiest, quickest way to end this misery she's worked herself to. She thinks she could convince Rosé to do it too, with a toy at least. Her period is nearly over as it is. But as desperate as she is, Jennie doesn't want to push for anything they aren't 100% comfortable with.

Jennie takes a deep breath, wiggles her hips from side to side when the water hits her clit just right. "I want you."

Rosé nods and Jennie watches as her girlfriend's eyes grow darker. "Hold on to the showerhead," she instructs. "Get comfy." Jennie does as she's told, unfolding her legs again to take some pressure off her ass. Her grip on the showerhead tightens when Rosé scores her nails down Jennie's thigh, a gasp escaping parted lips, hips bucking hard against the stream. "Good?"

" Yes," Jennie breathes out, feeling herself clench around nothing. " More ."

Nails drag over the soft swell of her belly until Rosé reaches her full breast, cupping the pliable skin and squeezing hard. Jennie throws her head back, not caring that she hits the glass. She licks her lips as Rosé's thumb rubs along the metal bar piercing Jennie's nipple, coaxing it to hardness. The skin tightens around the bar quickly, always so sensitive and easy to please now, and Rosé slides the bar from side to side. It sends a jolt to Jennie's cunt, a moan so guttural and loud that it echoes in the shower. Jennie's arm begins to ache with the force she's using to push the shower head closer. She wants more than just Rosé's hands and Jennie is almost ready to demand it when Rosé pulls away from her completely. A pout pulls at her features but when she lifts her head, she finds Rosé stepping into the shower. Her girlfriend drops to her knees on either side of Jennie's thighs, high enough that she won't impede Jennie's movement but still close enough that water kicks off Jennie and onto her.