She Wants What She Hates ~ Ally/You (G!P)

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As soon as we got to Leigh-Anne's place, she jumped on me and we started making out. I managed to get us to her living room, which took some time since her place was fucking huge.

(Like my dick... okay, I'm done)

I sat down on the couch, having her straddle me; hands begin to roam and the heat between us started to rise. Her hips start to move on my lap, exciting Rocket.

She breaks from me, pulling her hoodie before returning to my lips. She reaches behind me and pulls my hair out of its confines, then proceed to run her fingers through it.

Her gyrations didn't cease, and I'm positively sure she can feel how turned on I am. Though, that nagging part of me keeps telling me to stop.

Like, I know she's told me that her dude is okay with this, but on my end, I know Ally wouldn't be okay with it.

Though, this feeling in my body, this fire, is greater than anything else and it needs to be put out before I fucking explode. Leigh has showed me on more than one occasion that she can fight the fire.

But is having sex with her worth it?

If I'm asking this question, then the answer is clear.

"Wait, Leigh, stop," I say. She pulls from me and sighs, "Let me guess, second thoughts?" I nod and she climbs off of me, "It's okay. I completely understand."

I look at her in confusion, "Really?" She giggles and nods, "Of course. I mean, yeah, at this moment, I want you to screw me until I forget my name, but I know you're thinking about Ally."

"You do?" She laughs again, "Yes. We are close friends in the end. We can just cut out the benefits part and just be friends." She picks up her hoodie from the floor and threw it back on.

"I can take you back to the hotel if you want?" I think about it then shake my head. "Nah, Normani is a light sleeper and I'd like to avoid any questions," she tilts her head to the side a bit, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Wouldn't it raise more questions if you return in the afternoon?" Damn, she got me there. "You right," I say, standing up. "Alright. Um, are you gonna tell her?" I nod, "Yeah. I promised myself that I'll be one hundred with her regardless. I'm not gonna reenter this possible relationship a liar."

She nods in approval, "That's good. I'm proud of you, Papa." She pats my shoulder before grabbing her keys from the couch. "Okay, c'mon, let's get you home," she says.

"Uh, my home is in the states," she rolls her eyes. "I'm talking about Ally. She's your home," she says. Thinking about the shorter woman had my insides doing acrobatic shit. I smile to myself, "I like that. She is my home."

"You just feel lust with me," I nod in agreement. "I realized that too. But I like the idea of just being friends a lot better."

"Yeah, I'm kinda glad we didn't do anything, but my jam jar says otherwise." I raise an eyebrow, "Your what?" She rolls her eyes, "Let's go already." She opens the front door and I follow her out, mildly confused.

If she means her yoni then I'm deceased.

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We get to the Regal at almost 6am. The sun was rising in the distance, the sky turning into a beautiful painting. "I'm glad we got to hang out," she says as she parks.

"Yeah, I had fun," I smile. She reaches over the console to hug me. "Are you coming back anytime soon?" She asks when she pulls away. I shrug, "I dunno, really. What about you? Y'all coming to the states anytime soon?"