Chaennie Smuts [one - shots] ♡

Until You Can't Take It Anymore

Oh god. Oh fuck. holy shit.

This was supposed to be slow, it really was. She was supposed to just wake Chaeyoung with the sweetness of connection between them, to grind sweet, and slow, and get her fill of the mind numbingly wonderful feeling of Chaeyoung coming inside her. But Chaeyoung's hands are holding her hips up, and her own are pistoning off the bed, shaking Jennie as she desperately tries to stay up, bracing onto Chaeyoung's chest.

"Oh, god, yes, yes, yes, yes..." How many times does she say yes? How many times does she scream? "Oh, god, yes baby. Yes, my good gi-" And then she's dropping onto Chaeyoung 's lap with a force that's enough to make her toes curl, because gravity is pressing her down harder, and deeper, and everything is so good. Especially when she feels Chaeyoung's hips press up against her, pressing inside, thrusting up against her, even as Jennie's watching her neck strain with her own orgasm.

Jennie feels the scrape of Chaeyoung 's nails as she holds Jennie down against her, forcing her to take all of her. There's a few, spread out, shaking thrusts rocking her body as Chaeyoung comes down from the high. And it takes all of Jennie's strength not to fall forward, or simply, just pass out.

"Holy, shit ." She whispers, once she can speak again, vaguely feeling Chaeyoung's weak caresses of her thighs, brushing soft circles on the skin. She gets a soft grunt from the blonde, who looks about as blissful as a person could be.

With quivering thighs, she's pressing up, just enough that she feels the frankly, horrible feeling of Chaeyoung slipping out of her. And this time, in the light of the sun, she gets to watch the supple drops of white drip from her onto Chaeyoung , and she feels a heady pull in her abdomen. It was never like this with anyone else. She'd never cared - she didn't even really care for it. But with Chaeyoung ? It colored her entire world red with need, especially as she accidently let herself settle down onto Chaeyoung 's length because of how her legs are shaking, and felt the warm skin against her heat.

That wakes Chaeyoung up quickly, with a moan that sounds like it pulled up from her gut, as her fingers are digging into Jennie's thighs again. "Oh, baby," She can't keep the husk from her lips, especially as she feels Chaeyoung's cock twitch under her. "Do you like that?" And Chaeyoung almost looks angry when she looks at her, veins straining against her neck. Because of course she did. And it only takes a light roll of her hips to make the Blonde growl out with need. Those brown eyes look so beautiful, she could get lost in them forever.

She's in absolute heaven as she starts a slow grind of her hips, using Chaeyoung's incredibly abdominal muscles as an anchor, feeling everything that they'd made make things warm and wet and wonderful. The head of Chaeyoung's cock is brushing her clit with every thrust of her hips and she could die like this, she thought, in the heat of the moment. Because it was such an incredible feeling. Especially accompanied with the whimpers pulling up from Chaeyoung 's chest. "I love you baby." Her words barely sound like her, stuttering between her own shaky breaths, wrapped up in the intimacy of the moment. "god, you are so good. You are so good." Her head is tipping back as she continues her sweet nothings. "You fuck me like you never want me to forget what it feels like to be full. Is that it hubby? You want me to remember how good you are always? Want me to think about my good hubby coming inside me, every single second?," Her fingers curling around Chaeyoung's length, and without any warning, she's pressing her back inside, feeling the shutter that racks through her only serve to press her deeper. The keen that leaves Jennie's lips is hopeless as she presses her thighs together, her entire body clenching around the familiar feeling. Her fingers run over Chayeoung's chest like she's trying to follow a map. "My sweet baby wants me to feel full..." Her body's shaking before she can finish, and she's only now feeling Chaeyoung's nimble fingers pressing against her clit, and she's falling, falling, falling, until she realizes she's actually fallen, and is staring into brown eyes, completely shot with need.

It only takes one, rough thrust up against her for her feel the results of her teasing, and her eyes are hooded as she watches Chayeoung come underneath her. She watches her struggle to keep her eyes open, and Jennie can't help the way her fingers slide into blonde hair, and tug, just the slightest bit. "I love watching you come for me." The whimper that leaves Chayeoung's lips makes Jennie press forward and kiss her with a kiss that is way too soft for their current position, but Chaeyoung deserves softness. She deserves everything.

There's a single moment of silence, until she feels her thighs burn with the feeling of being grabbed, and suddenly, she's straddling Chaeyoung's face, and holding onto the headboard for dear life because holy, fuck she almost forgot that tongue. One hand snakes down to grab into blonde hair, but she's gone. All she can think about is that tongue. The way it's pressing inside her, over, and over, and then running along her sore, swollen skin and leaving hot kisses over her clit. "Yes, yes. Oh fuck ." She's reaching back, like she usually does in this position, to wrap around Chaeyoung's length, but she finds her wrist trapped under tan fingers, and feels a bolt of heat rush through her at the force of it. And Chaeyoung's being rougher now, dropping her wrist and pulling her down harder so she can't even think of using her hands for anything but holding on. "Yes hubby, my hubby , you're so good." There's a moan against her at that, and she feels the vibrations spread through her like electricity. "Oh, yeah. Yes Yes , y-" Her body falls forward against the headboard as she shakes. She expects the soft licks that she is used too; before eventually curling up in Chaeyoung's arms. But they don't come. Because Chaeyoung's not stopping. Chaeyoung's tasting her like she hasn't had a drink of water in years and Jennie's body is some mirage in the desert. She can feel it, her hunger, coiled up in Chaeyoung's muscles. And she wanted to focus on that. To pin point this need and remember it. She always wanted to remember Chaeyoung wanting her. But she can't think. She can't breathe. She can't do anything but shudder and grab at the headboard for some sort of support because did the muscles in her legs even work anymore? Or was their new job to quiver against Chaeyoung's cheeks till the end of time?

She can't think of pretty words now, because it's not building now, it's just white hot pleasure burning her from the inside out. Like she was kindling and Chaeyoung's mouth was setting her afire. She's barely able to register that she's the one sobbing out in need, that she's the one whose gasps are filling the room like smoke, making it hard to breathe. Jennie vaguely feels herself tremble backwards, but Chaeyoung only holds her there tighter; and Jennie knows tomorrow there will be bruises across her skin. Beautiful, blue and purple bruises to make her remember this.

She doesn't know how long it is when she finds the strength to try and push up, to raise off of Chaeyoung's lips, only to feel nails dig sharply into her skin to keep her there. "Baby- oh, god baby, baby- I," Her thighs are shaking violently now, and she sees the edges of her vision darken, like the little spots were accumulating into a blindfold. And she's pressing down at Chaeyoung's hair, not hard enough to alarm her, because she really, really doesn't want to stop, but as another wave of pleasure racks through her, she feels her hips jerk on their own accord. "Baby, baby stop." She sounds like she's begging now, and really she was. The reaction is instant, and Jennie's not really conscious enough to realize just how fast Chaeyoung moves away, against the headboard, and Jennie's somehow laying back on the bed, trying to catch her breath. She doesn't even know if that's possible anymore, as her thighs still shake, even with no stimulation.

She gets one, soft moment of peace before Chaeyoung's hovering over her, without touch, and just soft brown eyes shining with concern, even as her lips still glisten. "Are you okay? I'm so sorry wifey I don't- I don't know what came over me."

Jennie's head tips back, and if she was an outsider looking in, she'd see how Chaeyoung 's eyes darkened as she took in the marks covering her neck, her chest, her thighs. But she's really just focusing on breathing. "Don't apologize," She finally says, and she waits, a long moment before she grabs at Chaeyoung's shirt and pulls her into a rough, sloppy kiss. "You really are wonderful hubby." Her voice is low, and husky from overuse, and she feels a light in her chest at the innocent arousal on Chaeyoung's face, like she hadn't just eaten her like a meal. "Break though." She says softly, nodding to herself as she lets her head tip back. "Just a little break."