Seulrene Smut [18+]

Makeup Sex

"Look, you obviously can't just sit there expecting me to be so okay with this!" Seulgi shot at Irene.  

"Why not?! I don't fucking get it, it's not like there's anything going on between her and me," Irene huffed. 

"Well, I don't believe you," Seulgi said back. 

Irene rolled her eyes, "No, you're just jealous." 

"Of that?" Seulgi referred to the girl, a disgusted look on her face, "Trust me, I'm not." 

"You so are," Irene laughed. 

"I'm not," Seulgi exclaimed with a throw of her hands. 

"You are," Irene stepped closer to her.  

"I'm not," Seulgi's tone was calmer as she watched Irene step closer and closer.

By this time, Irene's face was inches away from Seulgi's. "You are," she whispered one last time, her lips grazing Seulgi's.  

Seulgi's nose flared like it usually did when she was angry, her chest heaving up and down, before her hands grabbed Irene's face, and crushed her lips against hers.  

Irene smirked against Seulgi's lips, as Seulgi's hands roamed down her body and stopped at her waist, as Irene's arms wrapped around Seulgi's neck.  

Heaving and panting breaths of anger were coming from the both of them, as Seulgi roughly pushed Irene down on the bed.  

Irene groaned at the sudden action, but pulled Seulgi closer to her after hitting against the bed. Seulgi's body pressed against hers, her legs intertwined with Irene's.  

Seulgi left a trail of kisses down Irene's jawline, before reaching her neck. She sucked on various place, as well as nibbled and bit.  

She continued while several marks were formed on the surface of Irene's neck, as twice as many moans were leaving Irene's lips.  

Seulgi smirked, listening to the sounds Irene was making.  

Her hands slipped under Irene's shirt, before struggling to remove it.  

"Take it off," Seulgi panted out, giving up.  

Irene peeled her shirt off and without hesitance, Seulgi attacked her collarbones, traveling down to the area between her breasts, drawing a long line with her tongue. Irene moaned loudly, as Seulgi grabbed hold of one of her breasts, as her other hand traveled behind her back to unclasp her bra.  

Seulgi threw the bra aside, and kissed down her body.  

Once she reached her jeans, Seulgi raked her fingers against Irene's stomach before curving them inside the hem of her jeans.  

She slowly pulled them down, without breaking the agressive eye contact, as Irene whimpered at the contact. 

Before continuing, Seulgi pulled her very own shirt off and throwing it aside, before returning to where she left off. Seulgi took hold of Irene's thighs, wrapping her arms around them, as she trailed kisses down her inner thigh.  

Once she reached her underwear, she smirked as her lips grazed her center, feeling the wetness. Irene squirmed beneath her touch, before Seulgi slowly pulled them down. 

Irene's breathing was heavy, as Seulgi traced her finger against her clit and between her folds.  

Before inserting her finger inside her girlfriend, her tongue flicked against her clit, causing Irene's body to go out of control.  

Her tongue continued to massage against Irene's clit, as her finger finally entered. Irene whimpered, before Seulgi roughly thrusted it in and out.  

"Seulll..." Irene moaned out, "Don't stop, oh my- fuck!" Her legs shook, just before she finally released.  

She panted in and out, as Seulgi smirked and went to lay beside her girlfriend.  

Irene was going through the aftermath, as she slowly snuggled into the side of Seulgi.  

Seulgi sighed, remembering what started this in the first place and how honestly, she was jealous, and it hurt.  

Irene looked up at her face, before intertwining her fingers with Seulgi's.  

The lighting of the room was dim, and that's how Irene always liked it. Seulgi's arm draped over Irene's shoulders, as her hands played with the ends of her hair.  

"Seul, babe..." Irene breathed out, "I hope you know that you're the only one for me. My one and only. And I wouldn't settle for anyone else. I promise," she reassured her, rubbing her thumb against the side of Seulgi's hand.  

Seulgi grinned down at her, feeling a rush of comfort but also butterflies, as she leaned down and kissed Irene's head.