Chaelisa One-Shots Smuts

Soft Hands

*** These next few fics i just put in here from ao3 some were already converted to Chaelisa i just put them in here so they could have another platform because they're really good. 

Cr: tbvwritings on ao3

Hands. They've always been a source of weakness. Someone could be simply picking up a cup, or stirring a spoon around a bowl, and yet Chaeyoung can't help but naturally shift her eyes toward the innocent act for her own sinful reasons. Envisioning those same fingers positioned around the cup handle wrapping tightly around her hair instead and tugging, or squeezing at the sides of her throat. Whichever fantasy manages to invade her thoughts, it always leads to the same conclusion. Lusting over someone because of their hands has to be some bizarre or weird desire.

It started out during her teenage years. Noticing how girls would run their hands through their hair, or sit and fidget with their pens in the middle of lessons. It started to become a little bit more extreme when her YouTube search history started to look like she had become hyperfixated on pottery, watching people's fingers run through the clay. However, for a long time now, she had managed to suppress any and all feelings that would spring up whenever looking at someone's hands for long enough.

That is until now.

Time off from promotions is always still extremely busy, what with the any different appearances, advertisements and brand endorsements that have to be attended or filmed. But, recently that time has been spent lazing around the dorm waiting for something... anything to spring up and give her and the other girls something to do. It's not very often that they do get time to just spend around each other doing nothing, thus, it's only natural that Jennie would come up with an itinerary of tasks, activities and adventures to go on together.

"Jisoo and I are going to hike up the trail we found last week, are you sure you guys don't want to come?" Jennie asks towards both Chaeyoung and Lisa, both still lying down on the sofa in their pyjamas, whilst Jennie hovers awkwardly by the door in gym shorts and a t-shirt, a water bottle hanging from a string around her neck.

"Do we look like we're dressed for a hike?" Lisa answers, pulling herself up from the sofa to say goodbye to Jennie with a hug. She hollers a quick goodbye to Jisoo too who is waiting in the kitchen before plonking herself right back down beside Chaeyoung.

"Alright, have fun being boring." She responds and leaves the two alone in the living room.

A comfortable silence settles over the room, for a few moments, Chaeyoung is sure she even dozes off. Despite Lisa arguably being the loudest of the four girls, she's actually rather peaceful to be around when it's just the two of them. It's calming and not at all hectic like when all four are present. In fact, Chaeyoung sometimes why it is that Lisa is a lot more boisterous around the two older girls but not her, though, she's never thought to ask the question.

The silence soon comes to and end, however, as Lisa flicks on the television and points the remote toward Chaeyoung's direction. That's where it happens. That's where it all suddenly comes rushing back and clicks into her head that this is something she was once far more interested in than she feels like she should be.

"You can put something on, I finished the show that Jisoo recommended to us last night. That finale... wow. I did not see it coming." Whilst Chaeyoung can see Lisa's mouth moving and her ears are definitely still working, none of it sinks in whatsoever.

Lisa's hand outstretched, fingers wrapped firmly around the remote control and pointing toward her is enough to remind her of all of the things she'd once imagined a girl's hands doing to her, specifically, but also just doing to anyone in general. Except, this is Lisa, the same Lisa who she has seen eat food with her bare hands before. The same Lisa who she's seen pick up random bugs to chase her with. The same Lisa who she has to share a dorm with and definitely can't be thinking about that same hands pinning her wrists above her head whilst another glides to between her thighs.