Mine ➣ GxG

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"a friend." she answered.

"mmm, okay," i glanced at her, "then why was she half naked in your room?"

❯❯ Oneika Ricci ❮❮

as normal, i woke up and went to the bathroom and took a shower. after i was finished, i got out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist and a sports bra, and went to my closet. i took out a black sweatshirt and put it on and then took out a white calvin klein's boxers and put on and then grabbed a baggy shorts and throw on.

after getting dressed, i heard some shuffling and my brows shot up. i walked in my room and saw sabrina in my room.

she saw me and smiled brightly.

"hey," she purred.

"get out."

sabrina fondled with her bra straps and i walked to my bed, taking up my phone from the bedside table, taking it up and laying down in bed. i started scrolling through instagram carelessly, as she stripped in front of me.

sabrina walked up to me and placed her hand on my crotch.

i was about to slap the hell out of her when i remembered that any moment, paris can enter my room and see me beating the hell out of her.

"get out, sabrina."

"why? you're not one to deny me."

"well now i am, so get the fuck out and don't let me see your face again or i'll put a bullet in your fake ass." i spat.

sabrina nodded and quickly pulled up her spandex shorts and put on her bra. she walked to the door and opened it.

i went back to scrolling through instagram.

i heard a soft throat being cleared and looked up and saw paris.

exactly why i couldn't beat a bitch.

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"there's nothing you have to worry about, love. my loyalty to you is something else." i said.

paris mumbled something and she looked up at me and smiled.

there was relief in her eyes.

"okay."

i nodded.

"aboutthatpecklastnight, did it mean anything?" she rushed out.

"first part, slower."

she looked hot in my clothing.

when i wasn't out yet as intersex, i'd wear jumpers, skirts and tights and those stuff.

i wasn't so...huge back then so nothing print.

now- fuck me.

paris will soon.

my inner voice said.

i rolled my eyes mentally at my subconscious and relaxed.

"i asked," she inhaled, "did the peck last night mean anything?"

her whole demeanor screamed anxious and nervousness.

"it did, infact, i wished that i had kissed you instead of a peck."

because a peck couldn't satisfy me.

"really?" her cheeks darkened.

i placed a finger underneath her chin.

"really." i confirmed and folded my lips.

"then what's stopping you?"

i was a bit taken back by her words but i didn't show it. i smirked.

i leaned down a bit and looked in her brown eyes.

"who said anything about something stopping me?"

"you know i'll kiss you myself if i have to."

i laughed.

paris held on to me and climbed up on the small couch at the window so that she was looking me in the eyes- well kind of.

she was still below me.

"you're so tall. like why?" she whined.

i laughed and shrugged.

her arms laced around my neck and i placed mine on her curvy waist.

we stared in each other's eyes and soon we both started leaning in.

as our lips were about touch, the door knocked.

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