CHAENNIE SMUT G!P

feels good

chaeyoung • g!p

Jennie's Pov

"stop looking at me like that i gushed, watching my girlfriend of almost twelve months, stare at me with big, beautiful, dark brown eyes.

she admired how my cheeks reddened in color as she nervously played with the jewelry on her fingers. "like what?" chaeyoung teases, a lopsided smile on her pretty face.

"like i'm the only girl you've ever seen." i shoved her lightly and she wholeheartedly chuckled.

the two of us were currently sitting on a typical, checkerboard picnic blanket in a large grassy field, fillies with an assortment of flora and fauna.

chaeyoung initiated the date, which had originally started at 3pm. now, the sun was setting and the snacks had disappeared.

time had passed rather quickly and the other civilians that had previously occupied the area, were long gone.

we spent most of the afternoon telling stupid jokes and stories. if we weren't doing either of those things, we were being disgustingly affectionate and mushy.

giving compliments, sharing kisses here and there, holding hands, etc.

chaeyoung leaned back and held herself up on her hands, rocking her feet side to side like a child. "you're the only girl that matters to me."

an overwhelming smile creeped onto my face, almost bigger than chaeyoung's.

i looked at her adoringly, the orange sunlight doing wonders to her skin. her eyes seemed to twinkle with delight.

she was the cutest thing on planet earth.

"i love you" she spoke proudly, her smile never fading. "like, a lot."

my heart nearly bursted with an overwhelming amount of passion as she gawked at my plump lips.

holding back my urge to scream, i simply told her, 'shut up and kiss me, you fool.'

she laughed softly and pulled me into her lap. before placing her hands on the sides of my neck and pressing her lips against mine.

i hummed into the kiss, letting my entire body relax under her touch.

that was until i heard a light buzzing noise and felt chaeyoung pull away abruptly and stand up, backing away anxiously.

"holy fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-" she kept repeating, quickly dusting herself off while eyeing a few remotely small bees.

"baby, we gotta go" she stayed firmly. "i don't fuck with bees, dude."

at first i thought, this bitch is overreacting, then i recalled the story she told me earlier.

apparently when she was nine, a swarm of yellow-jackets invaded her blonde head of hair, and continuously stung her.

she said the experience was 'traumatizing'.

"chaeyoung, it's like four bees, well be okay. come sit" i patted her empty spot on the blanket.