blackpink oneshots

hands || chaelisa ⚠️🔞⚠️

Chaeyoung comes home and joins Lisa for a nap. Spooning turns into touching, slow and fully in the moment.

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Chaeyoung likes to be the big spoon.

Lisa thinks about this as she hears the front door open and Chaeyoung call softly, "Lalisa."

She makes a small sound, hearing Chaeyoung close the door and make her way back toward the bedroom. She's curled on the bed, happy in her doze. A ting and a clunk announce Chaeyoung taking off belt and shoes, and the bed dips as she slides in behind Lisa. A second later her knees crook up against Lisa's and an arm slides loose around her waist.

"Hey, love," she whispers.

"Mm," Lisa hums.

She readjusts and lets out a contented sigh.

"Work was long," she says. "I'm just gonna lie here with you."

"I'm good with that."

Her breath whispers across Lisa's ear and she hears Chaeyoung settle, feel that trickling calm. Lisa closes her eyes: the light is golden and the room just that perfect level of warm.

Chaeyoung's lips press against the back of Lisa's neck, just behind her ear, slowly and without demand. A finger combs against her scalp and plays with her hair, and Lisa falls into a placid restfulness. She could lie there forever in her arms, feeling her breath, hearing her shift as she touches Lisa gently and lovingly letting her know she's here.

As she kisses the nape of Lisa's neck, I smile.

"You're going to put me to sleep," Lisa says.

"Then do," she murmurs. "Relax..."

Her breasts are against Lisa's back, Chaeyoung's thighs soft and warm against hers. Lisa melts into the bed. She is perfectly alive.

She finishes with Lisa's hair and her hand dips across her stomach, fingers against her warmth, sliding back and forth across the smooth rounds and ridges. Lisa leans into it, tilting her head back. Those fingers on Lisa's belly go beneath her shirt and travel up and down. She can feel the graze of skin, the gooseflesh at Chaeyoung's touch.

There's an excitement curling, hooking something deep inside Lisa. The contented kind: She doesn't feel the need to do anything about it, basking in how her touch makes Lisa feel.

The pleasure that slips through her like a quiet pool satisfies Lisa.

Chaeyoung's hand slides up Lisa's abdomen, pushing her shirt up with it. Over her ribs, feeling across each one as she goes. The progress is so slow Lisa can't breathe, breath sighing out of her with longing.

She reaches the bottom of Lisa's breast and slides along it, following the curved weight in a long, slow arc. She expects Chaeyoung to go higher, but the pad of her thumb simply follows that path, back and forth, back and forth along the edge of her breast.

The air is caught in Lisa's throat now. She's afraid to move, to break this delicate moment. She wants more, but if she moves into the touch and admits her need, that will feel like she has to be active, like she must participate rather than simply enjoy Chaeyoung's touch. But she knows that this is okay-soaking in the sensations, wholly consumed by what her body feels as Chaeyoung loves Lisa.

So Lisa waits on her, moving down toward Chaeyoung's hand as subtly as she can.

As she continues to pet Lisa's breast, there's a rustle. At first, Lisa thinks she's shifting behind me. She doesn't realize what Chaeyoung's doing until a draft blows up my her thighs and she feels her skirt scrunched up toward her hips.