CHAENNIE SMUT ONESHOTS

Office hours

The office was partially empty when Jennie looks up.

She spent the last two hours reviewing last month's numbers and reports, so she didn't notice everybody went out for lunch. Her clock was marking 12:20 PM but she was not hungry at all.

Jennie stretches her arms, feeling her back stiff from the long week that she was having. Being one of the owners and the CEO of a popular Fashion design company was a tough position – but she wouldn't trade it for anything, that company was something she helped build up from scratch. It was not too big and not too small, but its reputation earned the trust of its clients and really huge projects over the years.

Jennie was young but more experienced than a lot of old men out there.

Her desk was covered by reports since it was the end of the month, and the directors were showing up during the whole week to deliver their results. By now, she had only finished half of the documents, so... no lunchtime for Jennie.

12:38, she was starting to focus again when her door opens, no knocks.

A tall girl came in her blonde hair down her shoulders, wearing black cargo pants and a tight white tank top that exposed a bit of the pale skin of her toned abs. Jennie thought that nobody could guess that was their design manager by her young appearance and the boldness of her eyes – two dark orbits  that were staring at Jennie with playfulness.

"Rosé", Jennie greets her with a weak smile, making sure her hair was all in place. It was a habit of hers, putting the straight strands behind her ear when she gets shy.

The girl closed the door, locking it with a light click'. She walked  towards Jennie's desk with a smirk on her pink lips and a small pile of paper on her arms. "Good morning, Mrs. Kim. My reports." She simply dumps the papers on the desk with a disinterested look on her cute face. "Want to have lunch with me?"

Jennie's eyes get narrow and a little voice inside her head is telling her it's not normal to lock a door just to deliver reports and ask somebody for lunch. Besides that, Rosé's voice didn't match her innocent look. There was something lying underneath her words and Jennie suddenly knew what it was, so she looks down at her papers and waved a hand to the girl in front of her desk. "Not today, Rosie. I'm busy here."

But Rosé doesn't move a single bone. "You are always so busy; you're going to get sick." The girl then takes a few steps, turning around the desk until they were too close. Jennie could feel the gentle brush of the girl's chest against her shoulder and she would be lying if she said that did not affect her. "You need to relax."

The director can't control the groan that escapes her mouth when Rosé slowly slides her hands over her shoulders, rubbing and pressing the tensed muscles in a very intimate massage session. She feels flustered to show such kind of emotions and scolds herself, wiggling her shoulders so she could brush off the girl. "W-what are you doing?"

Rosé chuckles, bending her body so her mouth is so close to Jennie's ear that the latter feels the flower scent from Rosé's hair and skin. "Isn't it obvious? I'm helping you to relax, Jennie."

"N-no, not here..." Jennie tries to put some distance between both, thinking she was successful once Rosé's hands fall from her shoulders. She puts her hair behind her ear again, gulping. Every single time she gets close to the girl she loses her control.

It had been a few days since her last contact with Rosé in the office. This was not the first time the girl invades her room with her steamy aura and lustful attitude. Generally, Jennie ends up naked, screaming the girl's name on the couch and begging for more. But today she has tons of work to do and no time to fool around with Rosé, even though her body was starting to ache for more contact. The room seems hotter too.