CHAENNIE SMUT ONESHOTS

Full Throttle

Warning: g!p Rosé

When Jennie woke, it was to the ticklish sensation of a hand caressing her side rather than the blare of her alarm. She stirred, sighing as Rosé's palm — she knew, instinctively, that it was Rosé's — stroked her hip, sliding beneath the hem of her loose sleep shirt.

"Mm," she moaned, without opening her eyes. "Morning."

Rosé's hand stilled, but Jennie felt a warm weight roll on top of her. Long hair tickled her cheeks, carrying the scent of Rosé's shampoo, and she opened her eyes to the beautiful sight of Rosé's face hovering over hers. "Morning, sleepyhead."

Jennie grinned. "Can I just say, this is an excellent way to wake up."

An adorable flush tinged Rosé's cheeks. "Agreed. I just wish we could do it more often."

"School sucks. I'm so ready for summer. And college."

Rosé's hand resumed its previous path, sliding up Jennie's belly to cup her left breast. "Me too," she murmured, kneading with a frustrating sort of gentleness that made Jennie want to squirm despite her lingering sleepiness. "But we only have three more weeks."

"Three weeks of bullshit," Jennie grumbled. She tilted her head and parted her lips, hoping Rosé would take the hint, and when her offer wasn't leapt upon, she craned her neck to kiss Rosé herself.

"Hm?" Rosé made a muffled whimper, but indulged Jennie for a moment before pulling back. "Jennie, we can't."

"Why not? My mom isn't here..." When the worried wrinkle on Rosé's forehead remained, Jennie rolled her eyes. "Do you want to brush your teeth first? You know I don't care."

"No," Rosé said. "I mean, yes, but..." She glanced at the clock on Jennie's nightstand, which read 6:30 AM in bright white letters.

Jennie slid her fingers through Rosé's hair, trying to coax her back down. "School doesn't start 'til eight. Your season's over, so no early practice. We have plenty of time." She took Rosé's bottom lip between her teeth, giving it a playful tug. "Or we could ditch."

Rosé looked appropriately offended. She broke free of Jennie's hold on her mouth and hair, adopting a disappointed look that reminded Jennie of their school librarian whenever someone was being too loud. "Jennie, we can't do that."

Jennie raised her eyebrows. "What's stopping us?"

"Um..." Rosé's frown deepened. It seemed she was struggling to think of a good answer, but her expression was so adorably tortured that Jennie decided to take pity. She slid her hand down Rosé's bare back, scratching lightly over the dip in her spine.

"How about..." Her palm wandered low enough to grip a handful of Rosé's spectacular rear end. "You fool around with me for fifteen minutes. Then I'll actually get my ass out of bed and go to school with you."

Rosé appeared to consider the offer, much to Jennie's amusement. She wasn't clueless as to why, either. When she'd squeezed Rosé's ass, a considerable firmness had swelled against her lower abdomen, impossible to miss while Rosé was lying on top of her.

God. That dick of hers. For someone who's such a stickler for the rules, it certainly isn't shy.

"I'm not sure. What if you don't hold up your end of the bargain?"

"I will, promise. Besides," Jennie added, going for the coup de grâce, "you're the one who woke me up by feeling me up. Your hand's still on my boob. You started this."

Rosé looked down at Jennie's wrinkled shirt and her own palm as if she'd completely forgotten. Then, with a sigh, she stripped the shirt off and lowered her mouth to Jennie's nipple, drawing the stiff bud past her lips and leaving it with her tongue.