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To be her and this pathetic was embarrassing. It makes her feel low and when she's in a low place she acts out. She had raised her skirt to be a few inches shorter and pulled down her top. There wasn't any guarantee that you were going to budge or want her back. She was the one who had ended things, so you were well within your rights to do what you want, but she was in one of those moods where she wanted fuck everything up.

She had been eyeing you and whoever that is with you all night until she walked away leaving you alone by yourself. Taylor was bold to walk across that room and place herself right in front of you. You had no choice but to accept her presence, after all you two had agreed that you can be around each other without any problems

"Y/n! Hey!"

Taylor gets close as if the music is too loud for you to hear. You looked surprised to see her, which she liked because it means she has the upperhand.

"Hey, Tay! I didn't know you were coming. Syd didn't tell me you were coming."

Tay

A nickname many people called her, but it sounded so different coming from your mouth. The single syllable always came out of your mouth so soft and sweet and reminded her of moments when you two were alone, together.

"You know I always come to anything Sydney throws." Not exactly the truth, but you weren't going to challenge her on it which is exactly why she said it.

Taylor thought about playing nice and coy tonight, but she got straight to the point.

"So, who did you come with tonight?"

Your eyes go wide and you try to stumble through getting a sentence out. You were allowed to do what you want, but you feel like you've been caught.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, c'mon. I'm not dumb Y/n. I saw that girl you were with. Is she your girlfriend?"

You look away unable to answer because she got you. You didn't know how to answer. You were just seeing that girl in the same way you were just seeing Taylor before her, but admittedly it wasn't the same. Everything was so fun with Taylor, electrifying, and you feared that you would be searching for that with everyone you tried to date after her.

"Is that why you watch my stories? To see who I'm with?"

"Well, is she the shadow I see?"

Taylor always had the upper hand whether it be her getting the last word or making your heart beat uncontrollably. No matter how hard you tried to move on, you wanted her so bad. You two wanted things to work out but there was an underlying feeling that you two specific people would never be able to work in the way you want it to. But sex didn't require further thought on the status of one's relationship.

"Taylor. Are you really going to do this to me?"

The look in your eyes, the sound of your voice; she's got you. She keeps the shit eating grin off of her face, but she's beaming on the inside when you silently agree to ditch her date and go back to Taylor's place that was blocks away.

'You always know how to get someone into trouble while keeping your hands clean.'

You had told her that just a few weeks after knowing her. On your second day of meeting each other you were pinned to a wall with her hands down your pants. She rubbed you in the most magical way and made you cum in record time. You were embarrassed sometimes by how bad you wanted her; it offsets her embarrassing tactics to get her way.

What you missed most about Taylor was how she kissed you. She grabs your head in the most possessive way as if you would dare move away from her. She always kissed you hurriedly like you would you disappear within seconds. You found the overwhelming desperation to be endearing somehow. Her name and status left you a little enamored with her, but seeing her stripped down into her rawest form, a ball of need and desire, made you see right through her. It seemed like she needed this more than you, something that you enjoyed even though it would be a little wrong to admit out loud.

"I missed the way you taste," Taylor moans between kisses. She meant more than just the way your lips taste. She wanted to kiss and lick your skin, and to taste the sweetness between your legs. She was dominant when she got like this and you let her takeover pleasuring your body.

Taylor peppered your neck with kisses before grazing the skin with her teeth. You inhale sharply and suck your stomach in. You don't exhale until she pulls your top down to reveal your tits. 'Of course' she thinks to herself; you weren't wearing a bra tonight. The idea of you anticipating running into her excited her. She needed you to want her just as much as she wanted you.

"I want to make you cum so bad," she confesses. You spread your legs without even thinking, wanting the same thing as her.

She sucks one nipple for a few seconds before licking the skin between your tits. You bite your lip and moan in pleasure. You feel your body sinking into the softness of her bed as she moves lower. She loves that you wore a short dress that gives her better access. She pushes it up to reveal your black, lacy panties. She can vaguely see your pussy through the material, but she knows that you're wet.

She kisses your pussy through your panties just to be able to watch you lose your mind. You moan loudly for her. The moans get breathier each time she kisses your clit. She licks you once and you can feel her saliva come through the material. Each kiss makes you shake, but what feels the most intimate is when she kisses your inner thigh. She knows just how sensitive your skin gets when you're this turned on. You shiver under her touch. She tweaks your nipple with one hand and rubs her hand up and down your stomach while teasing your pussy.

All she wanted was a little taste, but her hunger was growing. She pushed the fabric to the side and licked your bare cunt.

"Such a pretty pussy," she coos into you.

You throw your head back and cry out for her.

"Fuck Taylor...fuck, fuck, fuck."

Your cries sound better than any melody she could compose, paired with how sweet your pussy taste. She was obsessed, and she doesn't know how she could've ever let this go -- let you go.

'Just a little taste...just a taste'

She has to remind herself of her own pleasuring rumbling inside of her, the pleasure she craved that made her bold enough to ask you to leave your date at the event. Taylor has spent her days just enjoying herself between her legs, proving herself to be an unselfish lover. Today she wouldn't be selfish, but she feels too feral to take her time.

Her skirt comes up to reveal her bare pussy. You wore no bra, she wore no panties, you two were like the last two pieces to complete a puzzle.

You can't help but nearly jump into her arms after you sit up. You wrap your arms around her neck and kiss her. Once again, she grabs your head and kisses you back with intense passion. Her tongue slides into your mouth as she holds you tightly against her body with her arm. One hand comes running down your side and to your ass. She grabs your soft flesh before she pulls at your panties to get them off. The feeling of soft lips crashing against each other and caressing touches made you explode, but your pussy missed her touch. You absentmindedly humped the air but that wasn't satisfying enough.

Taylor knows you well enough to be able to sense your hunger. She pushes you back down onto the bed, your tits jiggle as you fall back. She straddles you, slowly lowering her wet pussy onto you. Feeling the mix of your juices makes you melt and moan. She grabs onto your leg for leverage and begins to hump your pussy. She kisses the tense muscles in your calf before she begins to moan herself.

"Fuck your pussy feels so good!" She cries out.

Taylor began to move her hips so fast that the sound of your skin slapping together sounded like all the times one of you have fucked each other from behind with a strap-on. You could feel the mess created by the two of you seeping on to your thighs. You loved how messy and sticky you two got when you rubbed your pussies together. You were hooked on the rhythm she set; steady, but not too slow.

She loved watching you beneath her. The sight of your tits moving with each thrust and how you threw your head back in pleasure. Your pleasure was at her mercy and she loved it. Your tits moved faster and your body jerked when she picked up the speed. Taylor could feel the pleasure deep in her stomach and it was ready to make its appearance. She was moaning almost as loud as you are.

"Fuck...you're going to make me cum!"

"Taylor!"

Every cry that was plucked from your throat made her weaker and weaker for you. Your eyes were shut tight and your head moved from side to side in the throes of pleasure. You looked so beautiful, and she loved watching you. It made her cum hard against your sweet pussy. Every inch of you turned her on so much.

You feel her gush against your sex and a few seconds later her contagious pleasure makes you cum too. Your fingers dig into the skin on her hips ensuring that you will leave a mark there. Taylor wasn't the only one obsessed because the rush of endorphins almost made 'I love you' slip past her lips. You had enough sense not to let lust cloud your judgment and you just moaned her name instead.

"I can't get enough of you," she whispers against your skin. You can see it in her eyes and feel it in her touch that she's not done.

"I wanna fuck you Taylor."

"You just did," she laughs breathlessly.

"No, I want to fuck you."

She now understands what you are insinuating.

"I want to fuck you, Y/n."

Taylor missed the way you reacted when she filled you inch by inch. She'd slowly watch your brain melt into a puddle as the stretch set little fires off inside of you. And the sounds of your body meeting together in desire always filled the room. You two got a little taste of it early when you rubbed pussies.

You mull over which you would enjoy more, fucking her or her fucking you? Your orgasm was so good, but left you wanting more. You see the look in Taylor's eyes you and know she's going to be adamant about wanting to fuck you, so you let her. She uses the strap you always loved and lines it up with your sopping entrance. You hold your breath as you watch her slide in. It's been so long since you've been split open like this, you could cry tears of joy.

"Oh god...don't stop!" You're already whining for her and she's barely gotten started.

"What happened to your manners?"

She pushes into you painfully slow until the tip hits the soft, spongy sweet spot inside of you. She pulls out just as slowly too, teasing you to death.

"Please! Please, Taylor, I need you so bad!"

You couldn't even hold an ounce of shame in your body if you tried to. It felt way too good. And you let her know that by moaning loudly with each thrust she was kind enough to give you. Taylor couldn't stay at that slow pace forever, she was desperate to fuck you open. She began to pound into you, her strap bullying your poor pussy every time. Feeling you cling to her was better than anything else in the world. You needed her to keep filling you up so bad and she wouldn't dare stop until you were cumming all over her strap.

"You missed this, didn't you?"

You turn your head to the side to avoid her gaze. You couldn't speak, but your moaning spoke for you. Of course you missed this. You had a chemistry with Taylor that felt rare to find. The girl you've been seeing for the last few weeks...she was kind, but she wasn't Taylor -- she wasn't what you needed.

Taylor played with your tits while fucking you. They moved in an almost hypnotic way that she couldn't take her eyes off of them. She loved how they would harden instantly in her mouth whenever she sucked on them. She loved how wet she could make you just from caressing them.

"I'm gonna cum!"

Taylor thinks to herself, 'already?'

You had came not even more than 10 minutes ago, but your pussy was so sensitive that it couldn't withstand much more. Your walls tightened around her strap, and one more poke at your g-spot and you were cumming all around the rubber toy. You mewled and arched your back like into the air. Your body went stiff as you somehow came harder than before. Pure waves of pleasure washed over you and cleared away all of your reservations about Taylor and where you two stand. When you came down from your high, your mind was spotless.

The two of you were often able to multiple last rounds with each other, but tonight felt different. You just wanted to lay there with her, limbs tangled together, and she wanted the same thing. The stillness of her bedroom brought her closer to sleep. Until you speak up.

"No."

"No, what?"

"She isn't my girlfriend."

She felt somewhat vindicated when the tables had turned and Margaret was ousted from a role in place of Y/n. Y/n had remembered those words she had said to her in passing after Y/n's great loss.

"It's not hard feelings, you know how the industry can be."

Y/n knew, but those words stung her so bad she never could see her peer the same way ever again.

Margaret kept making those littles remarks every time they ran into each other. On the surface it was nothing because she was subtle enough for those around them to not read between the lines. Y/n was almost paranoid when she took every word to heart, but she just knew. So when Margaret had let her true feelings slip, Y/n wasn't mad, no in fact she was smiling a smile that mimicked Margaret's. It was proof that she wasn't crazy and that Margaret now saw her for what she was; her rival.

The difference between the two though was that Y/n let it simmer over the few years they knew each other, but Margaret couldn't let it go, especially not when there was Oscar buzz around Y/n's performance.

She had invited her to lunch under false pretenses, an outing between two famous peers who are sometimes photographed together. She lets Y/n have more glasses of wine than her to get her to loosen up, but Margaret began to feel it too. That familiar warmth began to bloom inside of her.

It's when Y/n leans in, a knowing smile spreading across her lips as she says, "you know I fucking hate you, right?" That something snaps inside of Margaret. She leans into and nods her head.

Y/n hates her through and through, but not the way her pussy slides against hers.

Her back was pushed against Margaret's couch as the woman she loathed held onto her leg as leverage. Y/n did not enjoy the lack of control, but she let it happen without a complaint. Margaret's slippery cunt rolled against hers as she humped her with a stead rhythm. It felt like sin touching her, but Margaret couldn't keep her hands to herself. She grabbed onto Y/n's ass with her other hand to forcefully press her pussy into hers. She throws her head back feeling how wet and warm Y/n's delicate flesh feels against her own.

"Oh fuck…if I would've known…"

Margaret doesn't dare finish that sentence as she would be admitting something she could never live down. Instead she let herself moan louder and louder.

Y/n watched her intently, not only lost in her own pleasure, but enamored by the way Margaret flips her head and the pleasure written all over her face. She was a great actress, but there was no faking this, especially not when Y/n swore she could feel her pulsing. This was more wet and messy than Y/n had anticipated but if she were to be honest, this was years in the making. All that pent up frustration Margaret had inside of her came out with each ragged thrust of her hips. She was on top, in control, but she was falling apart at the seams.

'Fuck you feel so good', she wanted to say. But neither of them spoke, just panted and moan as they rushed towards their orgasm. Y/n roughly grabbed onto her hips and made Margaret grind harder. She was so close, Margaret too, that the fantasizes in her head began to run wild.

That feeling, the one of butterflies forming violently inside of you, has been happening for a few months now. However, you kept it to yourself in fear of ruining what you and Madison have. She's like your best friend even if your friendship is only a few years old. It feels like you've known her your entire life.

"Where are you taking me?" You ask playfully.

"I don't know. Just away from...that," she gestures back to the house. The party was okay, but Madison felt like it was the last place she needed to be. She needed to be somewhere with you, without the distracting noise.

She ends up stopping near some rocks, a more secluded part of the beach. You've been here a few times before, but have never explored this part of the beach. A part of you felt scared being this far out, but then you began to feel childish for thinking that way. You were with Madison, and you trusted that she knew this place like the back of her hand.

"I wish we would've brought a towel or something. You're wearing white shorts."

Madison looks down at herself as you point to her shorts. She doesn't think twice about taking off the big hoodie she had keeping her warm in to lay it on the ground to protect you both from the sand. When you two sit to face the ocean you hear Madison take in a deep breath.

"I'm glad we got away," she says calmly. You look over at her and she's staring at the ocean before her. The waves are pretty, but you find her much prettier. You don't have much to say so you just turn to face the ocean too. If you could, you would stay like this forever.

The moments of tranquility pass by seamlessly and the sun is barely visible now. Faint stars begin to pop up in the sky and you're so enamored by the beautiful sight in front of you that you don't even notice how Madison grabs your hand and places it in your life. It takes a few pets of your hand for you to notice that you no longer have control over your left hand.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know...just..."

You chalked it up to the two beers she had at the party. She traces a circle on the palm of your hand and for some reason you feel ticklish. You laugh and gently pull your hand away. She joins in on your laughter, not fully understanding either.

"I think you're a little tipsy," you say teasingly, earning an eye-roll.

"I'm not drunk," she says with a grin.

Her words kind of linger, which is unlike her. Usually she'd poke back at you in an attempt to prove you wrong, but she just kind of looked at you with a look you've never seen from her before. She reached out and grabbed your hand again, and this time you let her. She began to trace the circle again. You felt yourself shiver and you don't know if it's from the cool breeze or the way she touches you. You were getting turned on from Madison simply touching you.

There was a look of uncertainty on your face that you didn't know was there until Madison spoke up. "What's wrong?" Her question makes you hesitate about whether you want to tell her the truth or not. Something moves you to choose the truth.

"You have that hungry look in your eyes," your voice is low and quiet, barely above a whisper. "Like you want to eat me up or something."

"You think?"

You nod your head. Her naivety to her own behavior didn't seem insincere, but there was no way that she didn't know what she was doing to you. You swore Madison could read your mind sometimes, she has to know. She looks at you like she knows.

She drops your hand to place hers on your knee. Madison looks at your body with deep concentration, like she's never seen it before. She doesn't know what's gotten into her, but she's got the urge pulling her towards something impulsive. She uses her finger to trace your skin again, but this time her finger dragged down your thigh and near your shorts. They gathered a little to expose your skin since you were sitting down. A shiver ran down your spine, goosebumps forming as she touched your skin idly.

"Is this okay?"

You don't speak, just nod your head like you're too shy to be around your best friend. Your voice would crack if you opened your mouth, but you wanted to let her know she had all the permission in the world. You used your body to let her know, leaning in and kissing her on a whim. It felt like the right thing to do while she was in such a curious state. She stilled against your lips for a few seconds and in those few seconds a panic began to rise, but it quickly subsided when she began to kiss you back. How natural it felt to have her lips move against yours confirmed your suspicions that Madison could read your mind.

The kiss, at first pensive and sweet, became a little more rough, with Madison poking her the tip of her tongue against your lips to get you to open up. You were overwhelmed by the taste of beer on her tongue and how she climbed on top of you. She kissed you like she truly wanted you, not like she was just doing this out of obligation or to tease you. There was a curiosity and want in the way she touched you.

"Is this okay, Y/n?" She asks you again, this time breathless with lip gloss smeared against her lips. Again, you don't give her a verbal response, but a physical one. You grab the back of her head and bring her back to your lips. She has no idea how long you've fantasized about exactly this.

Things escalate when you feel Madison press her body against yours and grinds absentmindedly against you. You lay down, not caring about the little bits of sand that may get on your uncovered hair. Madison has her hands placed on both sides of your head to assert some dominance. She cages you in physically just like she has emotionally.

She reluctantly pulls back from you and she has that wild look in her eyes again. Her fingers hook in your shorts and she begins to pull them off. You help her by lifting your butt off the ground and soon your lower half is completely bare. The ocean's air hitting your bare sex makes you inhale sharply. Madison is too busy taking her own shorts off to take in the sight of how your cunt drips for her, but once she's no longer occupied she spreads your legs apart. You're not sure what she wants to do since she just looks down at your wet pussy. She could do whatever she wanted to you; rub your clit, finger your pussy, or lean down and eat you out until you have tears running down your face. You would welcome all of it. Instead she moves to straddle you and her pussy hovers above yours.

"Madi-"

You moan her name before you were even feeling the pleasure of her wet sex pressed up against yours. So when she does actually lower herself down, you're in heaven. The wetness is cooling against your warm flesh making you moan her name in hushed delight. She seems to like that because it makes her swirl her hips to catch the friction. Her movements are slow and torturous for not only you, but herself. There is still a block of apprehension inside of her that has yet to melt. She knows what the implications of her actions are, but she's not really thinking with her head the moment your clit begins to roll over hers.

"Oh my god," she whines, "you feel so good...so wet..."

She's never done this before, rubbed her pussy against someone else's. The fact that she's with her best friend is both comforting and scary. You feel like heaven against her. You're wet and sticky and together you make a bigger mess that clings to both your thighs and drips onto the hoodie below.

You lay there, propped up on your elbows as you watch her do her thing. Feeling your eyes on her body motivated Madison to put on a show. Soon her pace had gotten faster, sloppier, as the pleasure became overwhelming. She moans loudly into the Summer air, like she doesn't care if you two get caught. You begin to care less and less as Madison stops at a rhythm that works well for the both of you.

"I wanna cum Madi! I want you to make me cum!"

You hate to sound so desperate but you truly are. You were at the whims of your best friend and she had no clue how deep your feelings for her run. The high you two chase together makes your heart swell and burst when you reach your climax. Feeling the gush of your juices against her pussy makes her groan, and she can't help but cum right after you.

Rosé was one of the last of the guests lingering around. She doesn't know what she was waiting for, but her conversations have already died down and she was just kind of sitting there. She had her eye on Taylor, who was beginning to collect dishes besides there being a few guests left. Rosé can feel her tiredness and reads it as vulnerability. It's only her along with three of Taylor's close friends left. She waits for each one of them to call it a night without even offering their best friend a helping hand. Taylor did most of the planning and preparation herself, and she was going to have no one to stay behind with her to deal with the aftermath.

"Do you need a hand?" Rosé comes out of nowhere to ask Taylor if she needed any help.

Taylor turns around to face the blonde to see her looking so sweetly at her. She looks past her and sees her other friend's gathering their coats. Her instinct is telling her to tell Rosé that it's fine and to get home safely, but deep down she wanted the help. She was always one to be a gracious host, and a good host never asks the guest to help clean, but there is nothing against a guest volunteering to help.

"Sure, I appreciate it Rosie. Just let me say goodbye to Gigi, okay?" Rosé nods and picks up where Taylor left off, letting her say goodbye to the very last guest.

Then it was just the two of them alone.

Rosé has never had such private time with Taylor before. They've hung out in small group settings, but this was so much more personal that Rosé almost didn't know what to do with herself. She was a little bit nervous, sobering up right away when she realized exactly what she was nervous about. She saw Taylor tiredly drag herself back over to the table to help Rosé clean it off. Multiple plates and glasses of wine were everywhere. Taylor surprisingly had prepared a lot more food than anyone expected. There were plenty of leftovers that were going to be shoved into the refrigerator. Usually Taylor has more professional help, but she wanted the night to be intimate and prove to herself that she could do this on her own. But, instead of feeling proud of herself she was feeling exhausted. Rosé could sense it and wanted to change that.

"Tonight was amazing, Tay. Like truly amazing," her compliments earn her a smile.

"Thank you so much. I love having all of you over. I don't think people really realize how normal it makes me feel to host here. There's no glitz and glam, no paparazzi. It's just having a good time together."

Taylor goes to lift up a dish, but struggles due to how heavy it is. Rosé is right there next to her, helping her lift up the dish. Their hands brush against each other's and they look at each other. Rosé looks at her a little sheepishly, a light pink color dusting her cheeks. Her admiration for Taylor is known, but Taylor doesn't know just how deep it goes.

"I can take it."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

Rosé grabs it and it's obvious she's struggling to carry it too. Taylor doesn't remember it being so heavy earlier when she set the dish out on the dining room table before her guest arrived. She chalked it up to the alcohol making her a little weak. 

While she's grateful for Rosé's help, she's a little unsure why she decided to stay behind. She was acting in a way that Taylor had never seen before, trying to do most of the cleaning before Taylor could get to it. And that moment their hands brushed together was odd to Taylor. It felt more intentional than accidental. Taylor's not sure if she's just feeling this way because she's tired or if she should dig for more.

Once they were more than half-way through the mess, Taylor offered Rosé a seat to which she denied. Taylor squinted her eyes at her, wondering why she was even denying a break. Rosé looked at her with an unreadable look. Taylor just doesn't know how bad Rosé wants to kiss her right now. She watched her all night to make sure everything was perfect and that her guests were happy. People enjoyed themselves, but Rosé felt like Taylor's hard work wasn't truly appreciated. She wanted to show her that it was. She couldn't quell her desires anymore.

Rosé felt herself getting warmer as she watched Taylor sit on a chaise near the window. The city of New York was her backdrop, the lights coloring the side of her face. She knew Taylor didn't want to keep working, and neither did she. She walked over and as she approached Taylor moved over to make more room for her.

"Rosé, I want to thank you again for helping."

"No, I want to thank you for inviting me. It was a gorgeous night."

Taylor felt herself blushing at the praise. Rosé didn't hide how much she enjoyed tonight and Taylor wasn't really used to that from her friends. She could feel the appreciation radiating off of Rosé. 

Then their hands brush up against each other again and this time it was very clear it wasn't a mistake. Rosé found herself getting touchy with Taylor who was receptive to the touch. Taylor was slightly confused, but she let it happen.

"You made an incredible meal, had the best wine, and kept everyone entertained. I want to thank you for it."

"Rosie, you don't-"

"I want to. You put in all that hard work, you always do. I don't just want you to hear it, I want you to feel it too."

Rosé lays a hand on her bare thigh before she begins to stroke the skin. Taylor watched her hand move and despite the slow, gentle movements it felt like she was on fire. Rosé was the last person she expected this from, but who is she denying herself a good time? She lets Rosé lean and kiss her cheek. Her lips are careful. She pulls back to see Taylor's reaction and when she sees how relaxed the blonde looks, she moves in closer. This time she kisses somewhat closer to hers lips, and with each kiss she gets closer until their lips meet. Only the alcohol coursing through her veins could make her this bold. She felt like she was bursting at the seams for a chance to be able to appreciate and praise her amazing host. Rosé was kissing her softly until she felt Taylor moving her lips against hers. She couldn't help but turn up the heat and kiss her back with more pressure. Taylor could never imagine the girl having such a rough kiss, but soon it gets messy. Their tongues bump into each other's while Rosé presses their body closer together. Soon she's straddling Taylor and humping her while they makeout. Her hands were on her neck and soon they ran down her body, caressing her tits through her dress. Rosé touched every inch of skin that was within her reach, but it wasn't enough for her. She needed to go to greater lengths to prove herself.

"Taylor," she whines when she pulls away. Her lipstick is smudged, cheeks pink, and her hair a little messy. She's a beautiful sight to see. However, she won't let Taylor touch her too much. It's not about her right now, it's about the host of the night.

"Can I touch you? Please?' Rosé asks so politely as if Taylor kissing her back wasn't answer enough.

Taylor found it so cute how Rosé was on the verge of begging to just simply touch her. There was a hint of desperation in her voice that Taylor felt compelled to take advantage of.

"Undress me," she says.

Rosé is quick and obedient. Taylor has never seen someone submit to her so quickly, but she likes how it makes her feel. Rosé peels her dress off and all the layers until Taylor is fully naked. Rosé's eyes are blown wide with lust and she looks like she is going to begin to drool taking in the sight of the blonde naked. 

"What do you want to do Rosie?"

"I want...I want to worship you," Rosé can barely speak as she does her best to commit the sight of Taylor's naked body to memory.

"Then worship me."

Rosé is on her knees between Taylor's legs in mere seconds. Now that she's fully naked, Rosé's hands are able to go wherever they want to. Every inch of Taylor's body has her hands on it. It's a privilege to be able to feel her soft skin. Rosé litters her stomach with kisses while her hands roam over the curve of her smooth hips. Every single ridge and bump is felt beneath her fingertips. Taylor's body is perfect to her and she thinks of her as some goddess on Earth. Her natural scent is better than any perfume she could spray onto her skin. Taylor's legs spread for her and she dives right in.

"Fuck!"

Taylor can't stop herself from crying out when she feels Rosé's wet tongue slide against her folds. She hadn't realized how much tension was built up in her body until she felt herself relaxing. Each limb, one by one, felt heavier as the seconds past. Rosé kept those pretty brown eyes trained on her, watching her every reaction to make sure she was doing a good job. Her tongue lashed her clit for a few seconds before her soft lips wrapped around her clit and she sucked.

Fingers combed through her hair and gave Taylor a tight grip. She bobbed Rosé's head and up and down just for the fun of it. Never did her tongue falter from doing it's job. She was feasting on her cunt like it was the meal Taylor had just prepared for her guest.

"That's it Rosie," Taylor praises her for a job well done. Her hips are swirling as she begins to grind her cunt against Rosé's mouth. 

Rosé is humming and moaning against Taylor from the sweet taste alone, but what drives her crazy is the feeling of Taylor's delicate flesh on her tongue. When her tongue dives into her folds it's like tonguing down ice cream melting in the summer sun. Rosé is grateful just as much as she is addicted to the taste. She was going to make Taylor cum within a matter of seconds. Her legs shook in pleasure as Rosé's hands came to cup her ass. Nimble fingers dig and massage the skin of her ass. It wasn't one specific thing, but a combination of everything that made Taylor cum against Rosé's face. Her moans grew louder before eventually dying into weak whimpers. Her bones were heavier than ever before.

When Taylor opens her eyes again and looks down at Rosé, she looks like a little puppy waiting patiently for her next command. Taylor was tired after the long night, but she'd feel bad to just shoo Rosé away who was just oh so grateful. That's how they ended up positioned uncomfortably on the chaise with their bare cunts pressed against each other.

"You feel so good Taylor," Rosé whines, feeling the slick of Taylor's pussy against her own. “Your pussy feels amazing.” She can’t stop herself from complimenting Taylor and showering her with praise. It makes Taylor feel powerful and spoiled at the same time. It’s only fair that she gives her thanks to Rosie by making her cum too.

Dua would toss and turn for an hour before admitting to herself that she's actually not trying her best to sleep.

She often complained to Y/n about not being able to fall asleep, and not being able to stay asleep when she eventually did close her eyes. Y/n just told her that she wasn't used to having this much down time and that eventually she will be able to regulate her sleep schedule. Dua, however, was insistent that it wouldn't happen and every night she would eventually wake Y/n out of her deep sleep and ask for entertainment. The first two or three times Y/n didn't mind it, actually finding it cute to see her girlfriend bored and needy for her in the middle of the night. But it stops being cute around the fourth or fifth time.

Dua's habits were cutting into Y/n's own sleep schedule. Just because Dua was taking a break from her fast life that doesn't mean Y/n was. At one point Y/n was sneaking away to the guest room to avoid having her sleep interrupted. When she had been caught Dua had to convince her to stop sleeping in a different room. Y/n felt a little guilty after being caught, but she was still hesitant to sleep in the same bed as someone so insistent on waking her up when they can’t sleep.

"Just because you can't fall asleep doesn't mean you get to mess up my sleep schedule too!"

She understood where her girlfriend was coming from, and although she wanted to be stubborn about it, Dua decided to be good and obey. Worse than not being able to sleep is not being able to sleep and being in their bed alone. At least Y/n's presence was comforting to her.

Tonight was no different. Dua was not tired, nor could she keep herself still. She made sure not to move so much knowing that Y/n was trying to sleep. Every time her girlfriend shifted around in the bed, Dua would pause and watch her intently hoping that she hadn't woken her up. Unsurprisingly, the only way to wake Y/n up was if Dua were to annoyingly shake her awake. Dua felt guilty for past interactions where she selfishly decided to wake her, but it's lonely being up all night by herself.

Each time she looks over at Y/n she notices something different about her. She wore nothing but a pink, wireless bra and crushed velvet pink pajama shorts. She could've went without the bra because it barely contained her tits anyway. Her nipple peaked out from the corner of the fabric and Dua reached over to softly cover it back up. It didn't matter anyway considering that it's just the two of them in the room, but Dua thought it was a nice thing to do.

Touching her skin, however, felt more like a naughty thing to do. Her fingers accidentally grazed her upper stomach, making Dua inhale deeply. Y/n always looks so cute when she's sleeping, even though Y/n may disagree with that sentiment. But she always looks totally relaxed, which makes Dua both envious and lovestruck.

Y/n’s body didn't respond to Dua's accidental touch which piqued the curiosity in her girlfriend. She wondered how much touching it would take to actually wake her up. Her gentle touching isn't like the shaking she would do to wake her all those late nights ago.

Dua began to push the limits on where her touch would go. She had lightly rubbed her stomach for some time before moving south and rubbing her inner thigh. Y/n would shift just the tiniest bit and make a small noise, but still she didn't wake. Dua wondered if she could be affecting any dreams she could be having. Did Y/n feel it when Dua's hand got close to her pussy? Or did she feel it when Dua brought her hand back up to her tits and circled her nipple through her thin bra? The more she did it, the more Y/n's body seemed to react to her yet her girlfriend didn't wake up. She knows Y/n wouldn't be able to fake being asleep but she begins to wonder when she sees Y/n furrow her brow.

With a finger, she delicately moves the bra cups out of her way to expose Y/n's nipples. It didn't seem like Dua would need to do much work seeing as they were already hard. She circled the sensitive skin of each bud with her finger. Dua was feeling emboldened by her movements not waking Y/n and decided to go further and grope her tits. Y/n’s nipples pushed against the palm of her hand as she did so. Dua licks and then bites her bottom lip as she gropes her girlfriend's soft flesh. She moans as if she's the one being touched. She watches the expression on Y/n's sleeping face change and she's enamored by it. She hopes to have clouded all of Y/n's dreams with lust and sex. She wants to know if what she's doing is working so she places her hand back between her legs and pushes her shorts to the side and feels her pussy. Y/n is wet. She's not as wet as she would be if she were awake, but there is no denying she is wet.

Dua can't help but rub Y/n's clit and that elicits a small moan from her mouth. It'll be impossible for her to stay asleep any longer. Dua watches her face until her eyes eventually begin to flutter open.

"Baby?"

"Shh -- it's just me."

Y/n's raspy sleep voice and the look of confusion on her face is so hot to Dua. Once the confusion is replaced by the pleasure from Dua rubbing her clit Y/n begins to moan.

"I told you to stop waking me up in the middle of the night," she moans sleepily, closing her eyes again but this time from pleasure and not tiredness.

"I couldn't help myself. You looked so cute laid out for me. You know I always have to touch my beautiful girl when I see her."

Now that she was awake, Y/n began to moan louder. Still being half-asleep made the pleasure more intense. She arches her back, tits jiggling as she does, and stirs her hips for her girlfriend.

“Mmm, feels good,” Y/n sleepily groans. Dua rubs her clit slowly but with much pressure. Y/n is slightly annoyed she was woken up out of her sleep, but she can’t complain too much because the pleasure is building and building. A pinch to her nipple is what wakes her up fully. She groans louder than she would’ve liked, and before she could moan more, Dua covers her lips with hers. It’s a sloppy kiss between the two of them more so because of Y/n. When Dua pulls away she can’t help but laugh at the state her girlfriend is in. She always complains about being woken up in the middle of the night, but tonight she isn’t complaining at all.

“Did you think you were having a wet dream?”

“I think so,” Y/n whispers, her moans chopping up her words.

“Can you tell me what was happening?”

“You were about to fuck me. You were sucking on my neck and rubbing my stomach.”

“Something like this?”

Dua buries her face in Y/n’s neck and begins to suck on her sensitive skin. Instead of rubbing her stomach as Y/n described, she placed her other hand on her boob and groped it while she stimulated her in every way she possibly could right now.

Being annoyed was no longer an option. Waking up to nothing but pleasure is heavenly, Y/n must admit. It was all about her, her girlfriend’s way of being apologetic. Her legs spread wider as Dua’s fingers get sloppier. Y/n took the opportunity to push her fingers out of the way and rub her clit herself. Dua caught on quickly and two wet fingers inserted Y/n’s hole. Y/n began to moan as if she wanted to wake the entire neighborhood. Every touch and every movement had her on cloud nine.

She whimpers through her orgasm. Her cum coats Dua’s fingers and creates a sloppy mess. Y/n can’t quite fathom how things escalated so quickly. She feels a tiredness seeping into her body not but she doesn’t feel like she’s done.

Not a word is spoken between the two as Y/n rolls on top of her girlfriend. Their lips meet in an uncoordinated kiss. Y/n grinds against her with her clit sometimes catching the friction from Dua’s thigh. They’re both sleepy, horny messes. Yet that doesn’t stop Dua from removing all the layers hiding her pussy. She spreads her legs wide to slow off the glistening mess making Y/n cum get her worked up.

Y/n takes her shorts off, and without needing to be asked, puts her pussy on her girlfriend's; she roughly grabs her legs as she straddles her and begins to move her hips. It was easy for their clits to glide against one another due to how wet they are. Y/n can feel how much of a sticky mess is being created between her and Dua’s legs.

“It feels so good,” Y/n sighs as she throws her head back. She grabs onto Dua’s leg to use it as leverage to move her hips faster.

Dua looks down and sees the wetness between them. Her eyes can’t pick where to land between the way their clits bump together and Y/n’s tits bouncing in her face. Her mischievous behavior was paying off as she began to feel the pressure in her belly. She grabs onto Y/n’s hip and squeezes, her nails digging into her flesh causing Y/n to gasp.

“Make me cum baby, make my cum!” Dua coos as Y/n begins to move faster.

Her movement is a bit sloppy as they melt into each other. She had just come, but Y/n feels like she might come again or just come very close to it. She was sleeping not that long ago, now she is all riled up and teeming with energy.

“Are you gonna cum, princess? I want you to cum for me so bad,” she paws at her girlfriend’s chest as she turns Dua into a weeping mess. It’s ironic how the tables have turned.

Dua is a mumbling mess as she cums against Y/n’s sex. The warmth blossoms between their legs and Y/n whimpers at the feeling. A lust-drunk smile spreads on her face as she grinds harder and harder until Dua is shivering from the pleasure and everything more. It was sort of Y/n’s revenge for waking her up even if it feels so good.

She chokes out a broken, “b-babe-”, hands gripping her flesh even harder now. Y/n is still swirling her lips, looking down at how worn out she is. Dua can only last a few more seconds before she’s using her forceful grip on Y/n to slow her down. Y/n listens, and thinks to herself how this should make her girlfriend tired enough to fall asleep easier tonight.

They’re both a mess, but they’re just too lazy to move.

“Promise you’re not gonna be mad at me for waking you up?” Dua asks, her eyes pleading for forgiveness although she was forgiven the moment her fingers hit Y/n’s sweet spot.

Y/n kisses her forehead. She won’t be mad, but she’ll definitely be annoyed when the middle of her day rolls around and she’s utterly exhausted.

“I’m not mad, especially not after that, but don’t wake me up again. You know I have work in the morning.”

It wasn’t the win that got them so horned-up, but the adrenaline from watching each other dance on the field and the glances they kept throwing at each other. 

Kendall simply likes Bella. 

They’ve been best friends and inseparable for a while. At first it felt like a little crush that Kendall had on her best friend, but it felt silly to call it a crush when Kendall found herself fantasizing about her best friend. It was a little awkward to admit it to Bella herself, but Kendall was surprisingly not met with any amount of disdain. Bella had admitted herself that she “sort of” felt something for Kendall too. Whether it was full-blown like between the two or just lust, they still acted upon their feelings. But, never have they acted on those feelings in such a public setting. 

It was the thrill of possibly getting caught by one of the teammates that thrilled Bella. It made her feel like electricity was running through her and made her nipples hard. Kendall on the other hand was a little more nervous about getting caught. She fears that the two will be seen as trashy for hooking up in the locker room. However, worse than that, she fears getting caught by Coach Emily. She couldn’t see the scenario ending in any other way than the two of them being kicked off the team in shame (no amount of groveling Hailey could do would save them).

”Just don’t worry about it.”

Bella’s voice is smooth like silk as she tries to be reassuring, but Kendall’s heart still beats a little faster than hers. Bella tries to placate her by sucking on her exposed collarbone. Her hands run up and down Kendall’s sides through her uniform. She has seen her best friend’s body many times before, and while she loves it, she loves seeing Kendall in her uniform even more. The way it clings to her figure turns Bella on so much. Not to mention how short their skirts are, and if you stare for long enough, you will get a peak of Kendall’s perfect ass.

The hands running against her bare stomach and over her clothed tits makes Kendall groan. Bella clearly doesn’t give a damn as she gets her warmed up, so why should Kendall? She saw 90% of the team leave already (and most importantly, she saw Coach leave ten minutes after the game ended) and it’s so quiet in here. The only thing that can be heard is the sound of Bella’s pink lips sucking on Kendall’s skin.

“I don’t want to waste time,” Kendall tries to say without moaning, but ultimately fails.

She’s serious though. She enjoys the foreplay, but Bella can take too long for her liking. Not only was she horny that she needed relief now, she was still worried about getting caught.

“Fine,” Bella giggles at her best friend’s impatience.

Lifts up Kendall’s skirt, revealing that she had taken off the safety shorts and that she changed into her thong. The pure white fabric barely contained her puffy pussy and Bella can see the outline of her lips -- and the wet patch from Kendall dripping arousal.

“You can never wait, can you?” Bella asks teasingly.

Kendall rolls her eyes as her cheeks become rosied. For some reason she hates when Bella specifically teases her, but she endures it because hooking-up with her best friend has become her favorite thing in the world.

Kendall’s eyes are telling Bella to ‘shut up’ so she does and pulls up her skirt too. Just like Kendall, her safety shorts have already been stuffed in her bag and she was wearing a thong. Her thong wasn’t as skimpy as Kendall’s, but it still gave easy access to her pussy.

“I don’t think we have much time.”

“I told you to stop worrying, Kenny.”

Bella didn’t like that Kendall was in such a rush, but she didn’t slow down her movements. She pulled her thong to the side, exposing her wet cunt, and Kendall did the same. They scoot closer to each other until they’re fitting each other like a puzzle piece.

“Fuck!” Kendall cries out when she feels how warm and wet Bella’s pussy is. It makes her entire body shiver and like she could cum just from being excited by the feeling of bare flesh against each other.

The sound of skin slapping together begins to permeate the room, taking over the sound of Kendall and Bella moaning from how good it feels to push their pussies together. Bella grabs onto Kendall’s hip and uses it as leverage to fuck her harder and faster. Tears well in Kendall’s eyes as she loses herself to the pleasure. She throws her head back and moans without a care anymore. She grinds harder and faster against best friend’s cunt, chasing her high.

So much carnal pleasure between the two that they hadn’t heard the sound of the locker room door opening.

The moans Y/n heard straight up sounded like someone was watching porn, but they were too real to be from a video on someone’s phone. Something in her was causing an alarm to go off, telling her to get out before someone sees her. But, burning curiosity wanted to know who on her team was getting fucked.

She maneuvered herself slowly and quietly through the lockers before she began to realize that it wasn’t just one of her teammates moaning, it was two. She was shocked to say the least. She’s not really in the loop since she’s not the most liked on the team, but she didn’t think anyone was going as far as hooking up with each other. The realization was shocking, but it doesn’t compare to what she felt when she peaked her head around a corner and saw Kendall and Bella, skirts lifted up, and their pussies pressed together. Her stomach dropped and she felt paralyzed. Out of all the people she expected to see, it wasn’t these two.

“I’m gonna cum!” Kendall cries out.

Y/n has never seen Kendall look so desperate in her life. She always has that bitch face and walks with her head held up high. But before her very eyes, Kendall is turning into a puddle of white hot pleasure. Even Bella looks more put together than the girl who hates Y/n’s guts. 

The swirling motion of Kendall’s hips are hypnotic, and Y/n doesn’t realize what kind of daze it has her in until Bella announces that she’s about to cum too. This is so wrong -- so, so wrong. However, Y/n feels like there is a fire inside of her watching the two of them. She feels conflicted about how she’s feeling too. She’s never looked at Kendall or Bella in a romantic or lustful way, but she was undoubtedly turned on by what she’s witnessing.

Kendall cums, and then Bella follows right after her. The way the touch each other and kiss lets Y/n know this isn’t the first time they’ve done this. It’s impossible to have this much chemistry with someone on a whim. Bella knew Kendall’s body and what set her off. Y/n figures they’ve had to been fucking for a few months or maybe even a year.

“We should go,” Bella pants.

Before Y/n could process anything else, her feet were moving for her. The last thing she needed was to get caught by these two after they’ve finished fucking (especially since she feels the dampness between her legs).