Rosie's POV
"Unnie, stop!" i giggled, fending her off halfheartedly.
"People are going to see."
"I don't care," Jennie breathed, backing me into the dressing room tent. It wasn't all that private, since it was a shared dressing room for all the performers, but it was the best she could find at Coachella, probably.
"You always get so horny after every performance, you know," i said in mock disapproval, even as i wrapped my arms around her waist to pull her closer, my hands beginning to wander.
"It's a good thing my girlfriend is always with me at every performance, then, isn't it?" she breathed.
My heart couldn't help but do a little skip at that. We made things official just yesterday, and the title was still a novelty to me.
"I suppose it's my duty as a girlfriend to help you out..." i teased, feigning reluctance as my fingers crept up her tiny skirt. I was the one who'd picked it out and put her in it, and yet it was still devastatingly sexy to me.
"That's right," Jennie hummed, leaning in to kiss you. Slipping my fingers past her safety shorts and panties, i found her already wet.
The adrenaline always got to her, i knew.
Unerringly, i found her clit, stroking it with a slick thumb as i pressed my fingers into her.
"Yesss..." she gritted out, her eyes slipping shut. I bit my lip at her almost pained expression, feeling arousal coil in my own belly.
The lewd sounds of my fingers pumping in and out of her filled the tent, joining the choked gasps and moans Jennie couldn't help but make.
"Unnie, you have to be quiet," i chastised anxiously, looking around.
Honestly, it was a wonder that i hadn't been caught yet. People were constantly coming in and out of the performers' tent.
I pulled my hand away, ignoring her whine of disapproval, and pushed her further into the shadows.
"Shhh," i chastised. If we got caught on video, it would all be over.
Dropping to my knees, i hookedy fingers in the waistband of her shorts and panties, pulling them down together.
"You need to be quiet," i reminded her again, before shuffling closer. Jennie pushed her fingers into my hair, closing the distance between my face and her pussy.
"You be quiet," she mumbled petulantly, although the effect was ruined by how shaky her voice was as i licked a stripe up her slit.
Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling until it started to hurt, in a way that was familiar by now.
I was tempted to point out that given the wayy mouth was currently occupied, i wasn't the one talking, but i'd have to pull away from her to do that, and eating Jennie out was one of my favourite things to do.
It was dark in the corner of the tent i'd found myself in, but i looked up at Jennie nonetheless, enjoying the view of her head thrown back as she panted.
"Fuck, yes," she groaned, grinding harder against my face. I knew that meant she was close, and redoubled my efforts, although it was made slightly harder by the way she was moving around, using my whole face in her quest to get off.
I slid my fingers into my panties to rub at my own clit, turned on by the clandestine nature of it. It would be bad if we got caught,
i knew, but the risk of it was something heady.
"You're such a good little whore," she said breathlessly, clenching the hand in your hair into a tight fist.
I could feel her approaching orgasm - her movements became more jerky and erratic, and her breaths came in choppy gasps.
"Rosie, I'm close, I - oh." She shuddered as she came, creaming over my face.
In the wake of it, her movements were slower, almost sluggish, with a languid, fluid quality to them. She extricated her hand from my hair and petted my head gently.
"Thank you, Rosie," she said, helping me up.
I giggled as she leaned in for a kiss, uncaring of the mess she'd left on my face. She tried to sneak her hand down your shorts, but i grasped her wrist.
"It's okay, unnie. You can make it up to me later. We have to go sign autographs now."
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