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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘  ft.  𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐀‌‌‌‌‌

he  loved  exploring  her  body  .  no  matter  how  many  times  he  may  have  done  it  before  ,  every  single  time  was  just  as  exhilerating  as  the  first  ,  palms  running  against  bare  flash  without  haste  as  he  roamed  aimlessly  .  another  kiss  presses  against  the  femme’s  thigh  ,  this  time  a  little  higher  up  ,  a  little  closer  .  he  had  no  intentions  of  nearing  where  she  wanted  anytime  soon  ,  wanted  to  take  his  time  to  tease  her  ,  work  her  up  ,  but  that�� didn’t  stop  him  from  indulging  .  once  she  pushes  her  panties  to  the  side  ,  chuckle  expels  from  lips  ,  pleased  at  what  his  vision  is  greeted  with  .  “  i  can  see  how  wet  you  already  are  ,   georgie  .  ”  the  male  coos  ,  holding  back  from  touching  her  despite  that  being  exactly  what  he  wanted  .  “  patience  never  has  been  your  virtue  .  ”  giving  her  hip  a  gentle  squeeze  ,  the  male’s  hand  managed  to  slid  under  the  fabric  of  her  sweater  in  search  of  her  breasts  .  “  just  want  you  to  be  begging  for  me  .  the  more   you  want  it  ,  the  more  i’ll  make  you  wait  .  ”

      ❝ you make me wet. ❞ she whimpers out. her hips were practically bucking against her hand. ❝ it's not even fair how you can say a few words and have me a mess like this. ❞ toying with herself was already quite the job ––– but with gentry's hands on her? she could fucking combust. two slender digits slide inside her, fucking her at a slow pace, the sounds were lewd and obscene but she didn't care. at the moment it was like music to her ears. ❝ can you ––- can you at least pinch my nipples? ❞ she asks, dragging her fingers up to spread her juices over her clit. ❝ or put your mouth on them? s'not fair when you do things like this to me.... you know i need more than this to get off. ❞

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kyle.

        it was safe to say that kyle had been enjoying this quite a lot. seeing her fumble over her words and what she was saying due to him was turning out to be a turn on for him. his fingers pulled out of her slightly when he felt her hips begin to push on them, she wasn’t running this show he was. once they stopped he’d let them slip in further and deeper, his thumb toying and pressing on her clit as he continued to eat and pretend to listen to everyone else at the table.  

      did she hate him? no. did she hate him right now, though? definitely. she felt like a babbling lunatic, so as soon as the conversation was steered away from her, lola was stuffing her mouth with food. that didn't stop kyle's teasing though, and this man was relentless. she didn't know what she did to deserve such sweet torture like this but it was agonizing. she didn't know how to handle it. picking up her napkin, the femme eyes shut. lola was trying her best not to moan into the cloth, but if he kept playing with her clit like that, she'd embarrass herself. ❝ kyle. ❞ she practically begs out, though her voice is now louder than a whisper. ❝ please. ❞

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gemma.

            when gemma had taken the job, she didn’t think twice of it. how was she meant to know of whatever rivalry the bands had? what’s done was done and she couldn’t go back on her word, but it did make her upset to think of how this could hurt torrento. she smiles softly at the makeup artist that finishes quick and leaves her and the other in the trailer alone. the petite girl slides from the chair and makes her way over to her boyfriend, hands resting gently against his chest. ❝ how sweet, ❞ she coos, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek before her arms snake around his neck, pulling him in tightly. ❝ i’m sorry if this is weird for you. but i think you’re being the bigger man here, and i really, really appreciate it. ❞

      sure she was being nice but that didn't take away from the fact that his body was tense and he felt uncomfortable. she saw him at the bigger man but he didn't feel like it. this was the same gemma that didn't want to be in a music video with him, but was being a video vixen for someone else. fingers tug on her grasp on him, he moves so that he's seated on the couch that's settled near her makeup chair. ❝ i'm only being the bigger man because i don't want people to see me sweat. i mean ––- gem, you've got to see what type of position you've put me in. i feel so fucking uncomfortable right now, it's not even funny. ❞

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𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐇  ft.  𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇‌‌

once  she’s  in  the  truck  ,  the  femme  hands  over  her  bag  to  him  before  turning  her  head  to  offer  the  male  a  smile  .  there’s  not  much  packed  away  ,  essential  toiletries  ,  pajamas  …  to  be  honest  ,  she  hadn’t  even  been  sure  what  all  she  needed  .  it’s  been  a  while  since  she’s  last  been  intimate  with  someone  ;  she  lived  in  a  world  of  hookup  culture  and  she  was  in  the  small  minority  of  college  students  who  actually  wanted  to  take  their  time  .  dash  was  the  first  person  she’d  wanted  to  be  with  in  a  long  time  ,  and  in  ways  much  more  than  just  hand  holding  or  light  kissing  .  something  about  the  male  seemed  to  spark  utter  desire  deep  within  her  .  “  i  think  so  .  ”  she  responds  ,  eyes  flitting  towards  the  road  .  “  if  not  ,  i’ll  manage  to  survive  somehow  .  but  you  will  have  to  get  me  home  by  10am  tomorrow  .  i  have  international  marketing  at  11:30  .  ”

      ❝ you think so. ❞ he grins, but begins to head down the road towards his apartment complex. he didn't live far from her sorority house, which makes the whole ordeal even better. it works for the both of them. he's never too far away if she needs him. –––– he hopes she knows that. the male grabs ahold of her hand and brushes his soft lips against her knuckles. ❝ that's fine, ❞ dash shrugs. ❝ i have to be up early anyway for practice. i'll just drop you off before i head there. though, i do get up pretty early so i hope that's not a problem. i'll make it up to you by makin' you a smoothie bowl for breakfast. i make a mean smoothie bowl. ❞ at this point, he was fucking rambling. has he done something like this a thousand times before? yes. was he nervrous when it came to savannah, though? hell yes. this was one thing he didn't want to mess up. he didn't know what type of shit she'd be into. he was a bit rough ––- she seemed like the gentle type. was that even him? was that some shit he was even capable of? ❝ what do you like? ❞ he decides to ask. ❝ we've never even made out before, sav. so i just .. ––– kinda need to know what you want tonight before i decide how to give it to you. ❞

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dorian.

        his eyes stayed on her figure as she moved around the kitchen to get herself something to drink. he made sure to keep his distance in case someone else walked in. “everything’s fine. some alarm was triggered by a new guy. but obviously we have to treat every situation seriously.” he nodded, everything wasn’t fine but he didn’t need her worrying about things that didn’t concern her so he always put on a brave face around her. “what did you get up to last night?”

      glossy lips purse at his words. sure, she could believe him and leave it alone but she knew enough to know that dorian was just sparing her feelings. she was used to it ––– her father did it all the time. ❝ interesting. ❞ she mumbles before taking a sip of her juice. the femme shrugs a bit, tucking hair behind her ear. ❝ begged daddy to let me go to work ––– my boss didn't like that he had four big angry lookin' dudes crowding up one of his sections, but he got over it. ❞ reggie's eyes size dorian up. beneath all that black he was wearing, she knew what he looked like ––- what he tasted like. sure, she shouldn't be thinkin' about this but she didn't really care. she couldn't get in trouble for her thoughts, could she? ❝ shame you couldn't see me in action. i was amazing last night. ❞

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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘  ft.  𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐀‌‌‌‌

“  yeah  ,  well  ,  i  prefer  it  when  you’re  loud  .  love  knowing  i’m  practically  making  you  scream  when  you’re  cumming  around  my  dick  .  ”  he  can  feel  his  body  reacting  to  her  actions  ,  cock  twitching  in  his  pants  as  images  of  her  on  her  back  flash  through  his  mind  .  the  male  wheels  his  chair  closer  to  her  to  get  a  better  view  ,  one  hand  sliding  up  her  leg  ,  massaging  her  thigh  while  the  other  found  it’s  way  to  her  hip  ,  thumb  absentmindedly  stroking  the  exposed  flesh  that  came  into  view  as  her  shirt  rode  up  her  torso  .  “  i’d  let  them  watch  —  but  i’d  be  the  one  that  got  to  fuck  you  at  the  end  of  the  day  .  ”  though  in  reality  ,  he’d  probably  punch  the  poor  bastard  that  walked  in  on  this  ,  even  if  it  did  happen  to  be  accidental  .  leaning  his  head  down  ,  the  male  pressed  a  lazy  kiss  to  georgia’s  thighs  ,  eyes  on  his  girlfriend’s  face  to  curiously  gauge  a  reaction  .  “  those  panties  must  be  such  a  tease  ..  why  don’t  you  push  them  aside  ,  georgie  ?  ”

      she's prepared to offer a response, but then gentry is rolling towards her and her breath catches in her throat. he always had a way of making her feel like the best thing in the world with just a look. and the way he was looking at her right now? she could melt into a puddle if it were physically possible. a shaky breath leaves her lips at the feel of his thumb stroking the skin exposed above her hip. not to mention the way his hand was massaging her thigh? she's in heaven. doesn't take much to get georgia riled up and he used that to his every advantage. ❝ you'll always be the one to fuck me at the end of the day. ❞ georgia responds, licking her lips. pushing her panties to the side, a single digit slides between her folds. long hair falls against the table as her back arches and her head tilts back. ❝ why don't you stick your fingers inside me? ❞

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𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀𝐇  ft.  𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇‌

“  okay  ..  okay  .  i’ll  come  back  down  as  soon  as  possible  .  ”  pulling  away  from  the  male  ,  the  digits  to  the  sorority  house  are  pressed  into  the  keypad  ,  slipping  into  the  large  mansion  .  it’s  still  a  bit  early  ,  knows  that  there  would  likely  be  sisters  around  simply  dying  to  question  her  ,  but  savannah  makes  it  up  the  stairs  and  to  her  room  with  determination  .  she  hadn’t  shared  much  about  dash  to  her  friends  –  didn’t  like  others  in  her  business  .  once  in  her  room  ,  she  questions  changing  out  of  her  dress  but  decides  against  it  ,  remembering  he’d  mentioned  how  nice  she’d  looked  in  it  .  pleasantries  are  exchanged  with  her  roommate  as  she  packed  her  bag  ,  lazily  explaining  that  she  wouldn’t  be  home  the  rest  of  the  night  before  she’s  back  out  ,  exiting  the  house  ten  minutes  after  she’d  come  in  and  making  her  way  towards  the  male’s  truck  .  she’s  nervous  ,  as  this  would  be  the  first  time  she’d  stay  with  him  ,  but  she  knows  it’s  what  she  wants  .  

      now that he's settled in his truck he's a bit nervous about just how this was going to go. he knew that savannah had expectations, how could she not? everything was a certain way for her, and he wanted to be that for her too. regardless of how he handled most of the girls he dated, she had come to mean a lot to him, so he wanted to make sure that she was comfortable.. –– wanted to make sure that she was happy. dash straightens up when sav made her way out of the house with a bag. while she climbs into the truck, his hand reaches out to grab the bag in her hand and places it in the back. ❝ you got everything you need? ❞ he asks, putting the vehicle in reverse. ❝ it's just for a night but... you never know. ❞

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carolina.

    as soon as she opened the door . she had come to regret it . seeing him in the middle of her living room , looking better than he ever did and boy was that hard for him . his words caused a shiver to go down her spine , the closer he got , the farther she wanted to be away from him . he has he cornered and there is no way for her to escape him , brown eyes look at his green ones . tracing up and down her body ; a robe and her undergarments were the only thing that she had on  ❝ you should have thought of that before you stuck your dick in anyone else or tried to . ❞  his breath on her ear made her shiver , if she would let herself give in , she would be wrapped up in him all over again . her head tilts to the side as she looks over at him ❝ me and you are never going to happen again —– we are done . you made sure of that . ❞

      he knew he deserved her response, but didn't quite expect it. if there was a woman in the world that was dominic's equal, it was definitely carolina. he loved that about her. loved that she was just as ruthless as he was, and didn't apologize for that side of her. that's what drew him to her, and honestly? it's what kept him around. though, a relationship man was one thing that dominic wasn't. he made that clear, and somehow down the line they started doing things that fogged up that line. ❝ we don't have to happen again, but we can still fuck. ❞ the blond moves his arm around her waist to cup her ass. she fit so perfectly in his hand. ❝ tell me you don't want to, and i'll leave. won't ever come back. ❞