𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

❝ You need to smell your sweet aroma. see, I know you smell like cinnamon, kissin' your lips. I lick my fingertips and get your clitoris in the mix. ❞

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"Here you are." Jean says, shifting his car into park.

"Need me to walk you up?"

"Aren't we basically living in the same building anyways?" You ask him, laughing a little bit.

"Yeah, well, I'm going to hang out with Connie downtown, and I just thought that you would appreciate being walked up to your room." He says.

"Ohh okay. Well, i'm fine. Go hang out with your buddy." You snort, smiling as you punch him in the shoulder whilst slamming the car door shut with your thigh.

You then begin to make your way up the steps of the hotel.

"Yo! I wasn't done yettt-" He groans, quickly speeding up so he could jog to you.

"i have a question."

"Whats up?" You stopped, and turned around to face Jean. 

"I was wondering if you wanted to.. go out again sometime, uh, y'know. Just the two of us. again."

"Like where?" You say cooly.

"Out to dinner. Maybe.. two nights from now?" 

"So.. Tuesday night? We have shooting though.." You sigh.

"Wait! What about Thursday night? I think we get done early!" He suggests.

You begin to make your way into the lobby, taking your time to think of how Wednesday night would sound. "Y'know, I think that works. If not i'll call you and give you an update." He nods.

"That'd be great. I'd love that. Awesome." He goes on with a few different ways of saying 'that's great'.

"Hey, now, I'm gonna go out with Sasha later, and we'll probably do something much more fun than you and Springer. Cya, Kirstein." You wink at him, jogging back over to the elevator and pressing the button.

Leaving him.

The elevator moved up each floor slowly

2

3

4

5..

9..

10..

15..

19..

And then it hit 20, which was your stop. You were one of the many who were staying in a private suite, and were expecting Sasha over later.

It was only around 1.00 pm now, so you still had a while. All you had to do was wait.

You and Sasha now both laid next to each other on your bed, and it was around 10.30 pm.

"And then he said some shit like 'yeah well i'm only in it for the sex.' and obviously, I left him there." You yawn, pulling the girls pillow under your chin.

"That's fucking gross." She scrunches up her nose.

"Right! We don't talk anymore. He just wanted to fuck a celebrity." Rolling your eyes, she sits up and looks at you.

"Are you fucking anyone right now?" Sasha asks you. 

"Uh, no. Why?" You shift your e/c eyes towards hers. 

"What if we.. Y'know.." She trails off, leaning her head back.

"Okay." 

She snaps her head towards you.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"What if someone hears?"

"They wont." You tell her.

"Grea-" 

You interrupt her, quickly grabbing her by the face, kissing the woman roughly. The sudden tension between you two was enough to make you lose your fucking mind.

She breathes into the kiss, and you move on top of the woman. She pulls her lips away. But she didn't say anything. She just stared.

You attach your lips to hers again, grabbing her by the waist as she bucks her hips upwards, making friction.

You move back, peeling off your shirt as she pulls off her own.

You press your lips onto her chest, slowly sliding your hand behind her back to unclip her bra, in which she helps you with taking off your own.

You quickly strip down to your panties, tossing your pants across the room, where they landed on the floor near the door to the balcony.

Smiling up at the woman you move your kisses down her stomach, hooking your fingers around her pajama pants and underwear.

"Tell me if I need to stop, kay?" You inform her, and she only nods in response as you press a kiss to her clit.

Sasha whimpers, and you press your tongue up against her sweet spot, taking your fingers to spread her folds and slowly slide them inside of her.

She gasps, her back arching slightly.

You hold her hips down, pulling your fingers out of her pussy, and them pushing them back in.

"Fuck!" She moans, grabbing onto the sheets, and pulling her pillow onto her face.

"You alright?" You look up at her, burying your face in-between the womans thighs and sucking on her clit once more, all while pumping your fingers in and out of her, massaging her one thigh with the hand that wasn't already busy.

"Yes! P-Lease keep going!" She practically screams, and you chuckle into her cunt licking up the pre-juices that slid down onto your tongue.

You then slip your tongue into her.

Sasha whines, and you quickly move your fingers at a faster pace.

She moaned again, yelling out something inaudible as you pressed the pads of your fingers up against her g-spot.

As you were now knuckles deep inside of her, her secretions all over your fingers.

"You like to be the-- d-dominatrix, dont' you-! fuck!" 

"I just so happen to." You smirk, her walls tightening around your fingers.

"mhh..!"

You slid your tongue in and out of her clit again, your taste buds picking up the flavor of her essence.

The edges of your fingers pressed up against her g-spot again, pulling them out, and then quickly shoving them back in, sliding against her tightness. 

Then, without a warning, Sasha came all over your fingers and lips, and you stick out your tongue.

Her chest rose and fell with each staggered and hitched breath that came out of her.

You smiled, licking up the mess of her pussy, now dripping with her own cum. The woman watched you closely as you put your fingers in your mouth, and sucked and licked her juices off of them.

You inhaled, dipping your head down to clean up everything that had dripped down her thighs, and sat back upwards.

Wiping your bottom lip, you look at her tired expression. A smug look was rested across your features, and you pick up her thighs, pulling her closer to you.

"Is that it?" She asks you.

"Only if you want it to be." You chuckle, and she looks into your eyes before picking up her back from the bed and wrapping her arms around you back, her breasts against yours.

"You went out with Jean today, right?"

You pause for a moment. "Yup."

"And you still.."

"What about it?" 

You both couldn't help but laugh.

"We're still friends, right?" Sasha asks another question, a light dusty pink brushing across her cheeks, and you push her hair behind her ear.

"Of course. We can still be friends even if we fuck. Is this.. alright to be a one time thing for you..?" 

"Ah! Yes! Of course!" She squeals, hugging you tighter.

"Besides, Jean has a fat crush on you, and I wouldn't wanna ruin his fun. He knows everything about you; You paint your nails when you're sad, you get your stupid juul when you're nervous. You need to quit that, by the way. He's not blind."

"I thought everyone knew that! And yes, I know. I'm working on it. I should start masturbating as the stress reliever. That's much safer." 

"See? Look at you. Anyways.. You should text him. Are you gonna go out again?"

You nod.

"He asked me out for Thursday. We're probably gonna go get dinner or something, that's what he said at least."

"Oh my god, you're gonna get the dick!" She exclaims, teasing you.

"But I already got pussy. And personally I think you're all I need for now."

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gn besties.

 im not gonna do my homework cause im too fucking lazy, besides
i decided to write this instead 

(also i love sasha so much ugh)

aha who want me ?!

𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑...

coming soon !

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