Chaelisa One-Shots Smuts

So Damn Fine

Cr: eclipseuls

"god," lisa groans, both in pleasure and pain having rosé drop her unceremoniously, making her back and bottom hit against the hard surface of the bathroom's cold marble counter, legs wide open.

rosé in between her legs and caresses her back as if to say she's sorry- but lisa knows better. her wife only proceeds to grab her breast roughly underneath her dress and tongue already circling around her nipple. she tries to breathe- lungs failing her as of the moment, moaning loudly.

as a professional dancer, lisa prides herself in the perks it has. her stamina is one of them due to rigorous training and experience, only for it to drown in it's most pitiful state whenever rosé handles her. (which she loves and happens more often than not)

lisa didn't even get a hi, babe from the woman. rosé teased her soon as they got into their rented luxurious space for the week, at the bathroom whispering that she wanted a night filled with weeks worth of fucking – rosé's words, not hers – she suspects that it's more than that. before she can even question her thoughts were shut with rosé's mouth, tongue on her and she tastes the faint mimosa and tequila they had earlier.

already in their third (fourth? her mind is too clouded for this) her breezy dress pooling in wetness - both caused by her lover and the damp sink she lays on.

lisa thinks it's crazy how this woman renders her speechless yet obnoxiously loud at the same time. it didn't help that her eyes trailed down and saw her wetness coat rosé's hand and wrist, fingers purposely picking up faster and knuckle deep in her folds.

"color?" her hooded lids then meet rosé's whose mouth now gliding over hers, warm, going for a deep kiss that she knows will drive the woman dizzy. she pulls away, tongue tracing lisa's lips after. rosé's chest swells with pride, sporting a smirk. "use your words, angel."

"green," she husks. the previously moved aside lingerie was now ripped off before she can protest, followed by rosé shimmying her out of the almost torn and soaked dress.

"you're making a mess. need you to scream loud, can you do that for me?"

lisa frantically nods, head softly hitting at the mirror behind her, and rosé's hot breath on her skin and tone laced with a sinister edge isn't helping. she can already feel the stir in her stomach as rosé continues to thrust her fingers in her heat. lisa thinks it would be a miracle if she isn't overstimulated at this point.

"can feel you clenching on my fingers, baby. you must be close again, hmm?" rosé whispers, stretching her walls with three fingers much to lisa's content who nods beneath her, licking her lips.

closing her eyes, she feels rosé adding another set of angry red and purple bruises again on her skin trailing along her side, by her jugular all hard to go unnoticed with her frequent use of teeth and nipping. she welcomes it anyway, tilting her head for more access. rosé had always been a biter, after all.

"n-not like i'm going anywhere, jesus," the words leaving her mouth before she can even process them.

lisa's eyes immediately flutter open in panic.

it didn't feel like a good time to say that out loud. she wonders if rosé will do something about it. the blonde aims to satisfy her, quite a greedy giver, but rosé's quite unpredictable. she loves to play real agonizingly slow as a punishment or either overstimulate her.

rosé growls, "would you try? we both know you can't anyway,"

lisa wanted to quip back with we're already married, dumbass though she's cut off when rosé reduced to two fingers that left her panicking.