Expensive Taste | One Shots

CLUBBIN' - PT 2 🔴

1800 words
smut :3

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• fantasia •

"Damnnnn, Tasia," Dani yelled. "I ain't know you had no shit like that in you."

"Right! You betta get yours, girl," Ciara chimed in.

Taraji just sat there with that stupid smirk on her face, finally piecing everything together. I poured shots for everyone, downing two to knock the nerves off. The way Taraji looked at me could have me givin' up my dignity.

"You like me," she cooed into my ear, gently biting down on it.

"Can we dance, please," I jumped up, practically running to the dance floor without waiting for anyone to respond. As bold as I had been moments earlier, that was slowly beginning to fade as the reality of what I had done truly set in. There was no doubt in my mind that Taraji had enjoyed it. I had her moaning in my mouth from one simple kiss, but what did this mean for our friendship? I had done something potentially damaging, and there was no going back now.

"You know that kiss is gonna be all over TMZ before we even leave, right?" I posed this question as I felt Taraji begin to grind on me, my hands making way to her hips, our bodies pulsing. Her back was to my front, and I wanted to give in to her so badly.

"I know, and I don't care," she spoke definitively, her ass moving in ways I had never seen before.

"How can you be so sure of that, Taraji? How can you not be worried?" I was beginning to think I was the only sane one here. Neither of us had ever been seen with another woman in this capacity before, and we had both dealt with our fair share of paparazzi and image issues. It was grueling and annoying, and I hated that I had possibly done something that would make our lives so difficult.

"I'm not worried, because I want you, Fantasia," Taraji paused her dancing, turning to look me dead in the eyes. "I want us. In the time that we've worked together, I haven't been able to think about anything but you. And while I've chalked that up to the nature of our characters as Shug and Celie, I've just come to terms with the fact that we're meant for one another. I'll admit I was surprised at your little stunt back there, but I think it was sexy." Ending her speech, Taraji's mouth connected with my neck, biting and sucking the length of it as my head fell back.

She had begun to dance on me again, and she wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me closer. She had me feeling things I hadn't truly experienced before: Love, admiration, full on lust. What I had thought were those things before clearly weren't it, because what Taraji was doing to my body was all I'd ever needed.

Her hands moved to grip my ass, and she drug her kisses down to my exposed chest. With how she had me feeling, if we didn't get out of here now, we were gonna have sex in the middle of these people club. And that's definitely not something that needed to be on TMZ tomorrow morning.

"Taraji, baby," I pleaded as she groaned at my attempt to stop her. She must have really wanted this, 'cause I know she not drunk. "Let's go home, baby, then we can really have fun."

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Dodging the slamming door and pushing her up against the wall, I attack Taraji with kisses. The entire car ride, we could barely keep our hands to ourselves, and now we were able to fully indulge without prying eyes.

We fought for dominance, Taraji winning as she flipped our position, my back ending up where hers was just a few seconds ago. Her tongue met mine, our kisses became more frantic, and I let out a loud moan as she sucked on my tongue.

"Please, Raji," I begged, taking a break from the messy make out session. She barely allowed herself time to breathe before she was back to peppering my neck, probably leaving dark marks that were gonna be hard to cover tomorrow. "Please take me upstairs, baby. Make me feel good."