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❨⠀amandla ─ harrison⠀❩

"i don't think you're doing this right..."

"shut up, it's going to taste just like nandos. i swear... nandos."

"nandos... mhm, sure."

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keilah⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(#1 𝒉𝒃𝒊𝒄)
harrison⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀(𝒌𝒆𝒊𝒍'𝒔 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉)
tom⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚'𝒔 𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉)

#1 hbic
you hoes ready?

mandy's bitch
i still can't tell if i like this
contact name

keil's bitch
i find them amusing

mandy's bitch
ehhh it's quite accurate

#1 hbic
i know DAMN WELL y'all see
my texts

mandy's bitch
yes sorry we're here

keil's bitch
babe, we're here

#1 hbic
are you two ready because
you got like three minutes
before we pull up

keil's bitch
yes

mandy's bitch
no

#1 hbic
THE FUCK YOU MEAN NO

mandy's bitch
i mean "no" as in maybe we
shouldn't do this

#1 hbic
nope nope nope shut your face
we're doing this and it was
YOUR IDEA in the first place

keil's bitch
don't get cold feet now, bitch boy

mandy's bitch
i hate you

#1 hbic
well it's too late because we're
here and amandla is confused as
hell

実生活 // 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞

     A BROWN BLINDFOLD COVERED HER EYES AS SHE WALKED FORWARD, ARMS OUT IN CASE SHE FELL. "I still don't understand why I had to ride with a blindfold on," Amandla Jones grumbled, yelping as she tripped over something.

     Keilah Winters snickered. "Whoops... forgot to mention that we're going up a set of stairs right now," she mentioned, watching with amused eyes as her best friend struggled to walk up the steps.

     "Well, this better be good because I literally just changed into comfy clothes when you yanked me from my house," the latter sighed. "Not to mention, you left my mom there alone and we saw you an hour ago!"

     The shorter of the two rolled her eyes, groaning. "God, you're annoying. Val will be fine, she already knows what's going on." Keilah replied, glancing up to see Harrison holding the door open for them. He bit back a smile as he watched his girlfriend struggle to direct the blonde.

     "Keilah, I swear to God if you took me to a strip club, I am going to kill you," Amandla groaned, hearing soft music in the distance.

     "Would you shut up already?" Keilah snapped, the two walking inside Tom's house.

     The YouTuber huffed, jumping as another set of hands rested on her shoulder. A laugh echoed. "Relax, Mands," a deep British accent spoke.

     She reclined. "Harrison... thank God. Please tell me we're not at a strip club, I can hear music." The couple exchanged equally excited smiles and continued to guide her through the house, making their way to the backyard. Amandla took their silence as a yes and inwardly groaned.

     A sudden burst of cold air hit her and she shivered, noticing that the hands on her shoulders had vanished. Behind the blindfold, her brows furrowed as she heard a door close. "Uh... guys, can I take this off now?" she called, silence answering her yet again.

     It took a few seconds before she got a response. "You look beautiful," a familiar voice breathed, and she flinched, startled.

     "Tom?" she questioned, and a set of warm hands gently grabbed hers, pulling her forward a couple of steps. "Wait, am I at your house right now?"

     Rather than responding, Tom bit down on his lip and stopped walking. The YouTuber came to a stop as well, and he shuffled behind her, reaching up and untying the fabric.

     Amandla blinked several times, her vision coming back into focus slowly. Eventually, everything came into view and her eyes widened. All the furniture in the backyard had been moved and in the center was a large rug. Multiple blankets and a fluffy comforter were laid on top of a queen-sized air mattress, with pillows at the head of it. Around the square rug were fairy lights sparkling in the winter night. Off to the side were two buckets, one filled with her favorite snacks and another with presents.

     The sun had already set, and the sky was a brilliant navy blue. The only thing providing any light were the two back patio lamps and the ones around the rug. It looked ethereal, and the blonde couldn't help but melt inside.

     "Happy birthday, Mandy," Tom murmured, tempted to wrap his arms around her from behind. However, he held himself back. He didn't want to cross any lines. They had talked two days ago, but it was unclear as to where they stood, and he didn't want to mess up this second chance that he'd somehow been given.

     The sound of his voice dragged her back to the present and she turned, meeting his eyes. A smile had broken across her face. "Tom, I don't—" Amandla was speechless; she didn't know what to say.

     "Come on." An identical smile had risen to his lips and he took hold of her hand again, leading her toward the mattress. 

     "Did you do all of this? 'Cause you didn't—"

     "If you're about to say I didn't need to, I'll cut you off right there. Because of my own actions, I missed your birthday last year. I'm not going to miss another one." Tom stated reassuringly, squeezing her hand as they come to a standstill.

     Amandla's face softened, and she forced a weak half-smile that soon faltered at the mention of last year, and she averted her eyes to the ground. "Thank you," she whispered.

     Frowning, the brown-haired actor bit the inside of his cheek as a pool of guilt formed in his stomach. "I-I'm sorry for bringing that up. I know it's still a sensitive subject," he muttered, waiting for her to look up and meet his eyes.

     "No, it's okay. We should and need to be able to talk about or mention it, especially after our conversation the other day. Avoiding it will only create problems," the YouTuber nodded, their eyes locked. The sight of his face nearly made her smile, and she sighed. "Thank you, Tom."

     The sound of her saying his name triggered a sea of butterflies to burst and his cheeks burned. "You're welcome," he replied, hesitating for a moment before stepping forward and kissing her forehead. Their eyes were closed as his lips remained pressed against her skin, neither wanting to move.

     After a few seconds, Tom pulled away and looked down, not realizing how close they were until their noses brushed. Staring at the other silently, they froze. This was the closest they'd been since they were together and the temptation to close the distance took over Tom's mind. He never imagined that they would ever be this close again and that he would be regaining pieces back of what he'd lost almost two years ago. Yet, here he was.

     Taking in a deep breath, Amandla was the first to take a step back, suddenly feeling disoriented. Her anxiety had spiked, and she didn't want to do anything impulsive or stupid. "So where, uh, where did you get the idea to stargaze?" she asked, retracting her hand from his and slipping off her shoes. The longer she let him touch her, the closer she got to wanting to give in to the temptation she felt building.

     Blinking, Tom shook his head and cleared his throat, slipping off his shoes. "When I was working on your Christmas present with the help of your mum, she mentioned that you and your father spent a lot of your time stargazing when you were a child and whenever he wasn't in the hospital. She talked about how you two would fall asleep outside and wake up at dawn to watch the sunrise."

     A somber smile appeared on the blonde's face as she sunk onto the bed, going under the blankets. "Yeah, we did," she choked out, pushing down the lump in her throat. "I haven't since he passed."

     Joining her, the brown-haired Brit placed the bucket of snacks in front of them. "Are you okay with this?" he checked, worried that this might trigger something for her.

     Amandla quickly nodded. "Yeah. This is so incredibly thoughtful, Tom. I love it," she told him, placing a comforting hand on his arm.

     "Okay, good," he breathed.

     The following four and a half hours consisted of eating, FaceTiming, and opening the presents from the Holland family, catching up on everything that the others had missed in their lives, how work had been, and their plans for the upcoming year. It was these moments when they were only Tom and Amandla and talking that meant the most to Amandla. These were the moments and actions that meant the most in working towards rebuilding their friendship and relationship.

     Tom showed genuine effort in working towards fixing things and proving himself to her, and tonight had shown that to her. Tonight was a good first step; she hadn't felt this content in a while.

     Eventually, the conversation between them died down, and the darkness of the night began to take over. The two of them lay in silence, eyes focused on the sea above them, yet their minds were elsewhere.

     Amandla was positive that her heart hadn't raced this fast in the past year and a half. Faster than it had on Christmas. The last time was when she was on the Spider-Man: Homecoming press tour when they were together. She was almost certain she'd never feel it again, but she was wrong. That familiar racing in her chest had returned at full force.

     Turning her head, she looked at the boy beside her. His attention was fixated on the stars above, and she couldn't help but lose herself in tracing every inch of his face with her eyes. The minimal light cast a soft shadow on the right side of his face and created a glimmer in his brown eyes that gave them a golden effect. She could see specs of orange and gold floating around near the pupil of his eye.

     And in that small moment of space and time, she felt herself fall further.

     Every single feature on his face seemed to enhance and glow in the moonlight the longer she stared. The tiny freckles he had scattered across his nose and about his cheeks reminded her of the tiny dew drops on morning grass. His lips were glossed over, and his jawline was outlined by the same golden hue that decorated his eyes and pulled her in deeper.

     "Everything all right?" Tom whispered, having long ago noticed that the girl on his right had been gazing at him.

     Amandla blinked. "What?" she deadpanned, her cheeks flushing pink.

     "You're staring," he pointed out, nudging her lightly with his elbow.

     Biting down on her bottom lip, she turned her head back to face the sky. "I was admiring God's work," she muttered without a second thought, and a laugh escaped Tom's mouth. Her flirty nature and trademark comments sure hadn't gone anywhere.

    "I see, I see," he replied, a small smile remaining on his lips as he gazed at her.

     Looking back over at him, she held her breath. Every inch and fiber of her being was yelling at her to do what she had been tempted to do on Christmas Eve but never did. The desire was strong, and the longer she stared at him, the greater the urge became.

     It felt like time was frozen, and Tom's heart was pounding. He could feel it. He could feel the sexual tension between them, and he struggled to hold back.

     Ignoring all rationale and the bubbling anxiety telling her that it could be a bad idea, Amandla turned on her side. It seemed as if Tom knew exactly what she was thinking as he did the same and met her in the middle, their lips fusing together. Under the blankets, she wrapped her leg around his and grabbed his shirt, pulling him closer. His lips tasted of chocolate and peppermint against her own, and she savored the flavor of them.

     He placed a hand on her hip and rested the other on her cheek. Their lips moved slowly as they became reacquainted with the other's touch. It'd been nearly two years since Tom had touched anyone the way he was touching Amandla. She was the last person he'd been with, and he'd wanted to keep it that way.

     He forgot where the two of them were for a moment, a soft whine escaping his lips as she pulled away. His eyes snapped open, and he felt his cheeks burn once he noticed that she was staring at him.

     "Are Keilah and Harrison inside?" she breathed, relaxing even further as she felt him shift the grip he had on her side.

     Tom shook his head feebly, glancing down at her lips. "We're the only ones here," he cleared his throat, realizing what she was getting at.

     "Do you..." she trailed off, wondering if she was making a mistake by asking.

     "My answer will always be yes, but I'm not going to mess this up," he murmured, meeting her eyes. "This is about us, not physicalities. I don't want to do this if it will negatively affect everything. I don't want you to think I don't take this seriously. I do, and I'm not doing all this just to be with you physically. I want you, Amandla. You. Who you are, not what you are, what you have, or what you look like."

     His answer caused her heart to melt, and he watched as her facial expression softened. "I believe you," she said quietly, untangling her fingers from his shirt.

     "What do you want?" Tom asked, frowning as he noticed her movement. Placing his hand over hers, he stopped her.

     Amandla froze, staring at his hand. "This is about us. I believe you when you say this isn't about being with me physically; I can see in your eyes that you're being honest. I'm not asking because I'm in the mood or for any other reason other than the fact that I want to. I love you, and this is something that I take seriously. This doesn't affect anything in my eyes. I wouldn't be asking unless I wanted to," she muttered, feeling a small knot wound up in her stomach.

     He took her chin and gently tugged her head upward with his other hand. Once their eyes locked, he cupped her cheek. "Then it's like I said before: my answer will always be yes," he responded.

     Taking in a deep breath and letting it out gently, Amandla nodded. Without hesitation, she reconnected their lips. Immediately, Tom pulled her closer, and she instinctually snaked her leg more around him. The kiss was tender and loving, and all the anxiety Amandla had been feeling disappeared.

     Just like he used to, the brown-haired Brit moved his hand to the back of her head and ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her closer and adding more pressure to the kiss. The fact that he still did that gave her a sense of reassurance that this was real. He was the only person she'd ever been with who did that, and knew it made her knees weak.

     Their lips melded together perfectly like they always had and moved in sync. Raising one of her hands, Amandla cupped Tom's cheek and brushed her thumb across it gently. At the touch, he leaned further into her.

     It wasn't until he accidentally lifted her sweatshirt when he placed his hand back on her hip that the kiss deepened. Feeling his tongue naturally slip into the kiss as if it was nothing, the blonde felt her body become numb. Sparks were flowing throughout her body, and she felt herself surrender, completely letting go and allowing Tom to feel and savor every inch of her.

     Moving his hand down to the back of her thigh, which was still wrapped around him, he slowly rolled them over so he was on top. Never once did their lips disconnect, and he ran his hand up and down the back of her leg, feeling the tips of her fingers reach up and sprawl across his chest, fiddling with the collar of his sweater. The more time passed, the more comfortable they became with feeling the others' hands on them in that way again.

     Amandla let out a soft gasp as she simultaneously felt Tom tug on her bottom lip and squeeze her butt. Forcing herself to pull away for a moment to catch her breath, she kept her eyes shut. Tom stared down at her, also catching his breath. Being this close to her again felt better than he had ever imagined, and he didn't want to stop. He wanted to touch and kiss every inch of her and feel her smile against his skin. He wanted all of it.

     Suddenly, their lips had reconnected, and neither of them was sure who had closed the gap, but it didn't matter.

     After a few seconds, Amandla encircled her arms around his neck, and he slid a hand underneath her back. Holding onto her thigh and back, he slowly brought them up into a seated position, feeling her legs loop around his waist. The blanket on top of them fell, and Tom slowly got off the mattress, keeping his grip on her tight.

     The two broke apart, and she opened her eyes to find him gazing at her. "Do you mind if we move this inside? The fence isn't soundproof and can only hide so much," he noted, walking them toward the house.

     "I don't mind at all," Amandla replied, running her hands through his hair. Dipping her head, she pressed her lips to the skin underneath his jaw. She felt him falter, and a smirk was threatening to show. Shifting, she kissed a little lower.

     The sound of a door locking brought her back to the present, and she stopped, chuckling when she heard Tom groan. Pulling back, she took the hair tie off her wrist and put her hair up, noticing that he had halted in his movement, his eyes watching her. "What?" she raised a brow, swiftly taking off her sweatshirt and tossing it on the kitchen table beside them. She was left in the black tank top she wore nearly every night to bed.

     "That was hot," the boy holding her commented, his voice rough as he spoke.

     Laughing, she shook her head. "I guess," she shrugged, feeling him place her on the kitchen island. The only light downstairs came from the overhead light above the kitchen sink while most windows were closed. There was enough light for them to see each other but not enough for them to be able to examine every detail.

     Tom stepped back, and her legs unwrapped themselves from his waist. Reaching down, he pulled off his sweater and discarded it, leaving him in the fitted white shirt he wore underneath. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Amandla looking him up and down. A smirk grew as he made his way back to her.

     As he got closer, the tension in the room thickened. The second he was back in front of her, he leaned forward and placed his hands on the upper part of her legs. Grasping onto the side of her thighs, he slid her closer until there was less than a foot of distance between them.

     "Now, that was hot," Amandla remarked, and Tom simply shook his head. In less than two seconds, he had pulled her to the edge of the island and dropped his head, kissing along her jawline. Moving a little lower, he left an innocent trail of kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. The ghost of a smile slowly spread across her face as he continued.

     However, it quickly disappeared after he remembered where her sweet spot was. Suddenly, he was biting and sucking at the skin in the crevice of her neck, right above where her collarbone began. Amandla squeezed her eyes shut and bit down on her bottom lip to keep from moaning. Her attempt to stay silent was soon defeated as he found another sweet spot. It was on her right shoulder in a spot higher up on her neck, a few inches away from her collarbone.

     "Tom," she groaned, breathing shakily. Upon hearing his name, Tom smirked and moved his hands down. He clutched onto her hips and guided her closer as he nibbled on the newly discovered sweet spot. Her head rolled back when his tongue ran across the skin, and he pressed multiple kisses to the soon-to-be hickeys.

     Pulling away, he let go of one of her hips and tangled his fingers in her hair, bringing her head back up. Instantly, their lips were reconnected, and she gripped onto his shirt. They'd fallen into a smooth but intense rhythm, and he was pleasantly surprised when Amandla was the one to slip her tongue into the kiss and deepen it.

     Tilting his head, Tom moaned as he felt her roll his top lip between her teeth and suck gently. Briefly breaking away, he tried to slow down his breathing pattern. "T-That was new," he stammered, shivering as he felt her hand run from his chest to his back, scratching lightly.

     "A good kind of new or—"

     "So good," he cut her off, shutting his eyes when he felt her gently kiss him before taking the top of his lip between her teeth and sucking, tugging lightly before releasing it. He let out a heavy sigh once they separated. "So fucking good."

     A grin spread across Amandla's face, and she chuckled, kissing the forming hickeys on his neck. "I'm glad," she spoke against his skin, feeling him shiver again. He swiftly slid his arms under her thighs and picked her up. Her legs bound around his waist as he walked towards the stairs, the familiar tension growing stronger. As Tom made his way to the second floor, Amandla drew patterns on his back and pressed soft nips and kisses along his jawline.

     Once he was next to his bedroom door, Tom let go of her legs. Amandla's feet hit the ground, and she was immediately pressed against the wall. Both of her hands were grabbed and pinned above her head as the actor stared down. His grasp was secure enough so he wasn't hurting her but tight enough to ensure that she would be unable to move much.

     Peering up, Amandla almost melted when she saw how he was staring at her. It was a mixture of love, longing, and lust that she didn't realize was also painted on her face. The two were centimeters apart, their chests pressed together, and she could feel his breath on her face. They stood still, their thoughts and desires on overdrive as the long-overdue sexual tension reached a new peak.

     "Do you still want this?" Amandla choked out, gulping as she felt the grip on her toughen.

     "Yes." Tom exhaled, darting his eyes between her own. "Do you?"

     Silently, she nodded. "Yes." Was all she said before kissing him roughly. Tom responded quickly. The heat in her stomach intensified as one of his hands fell and grabbed her thigh, pressing them together as he pulled it up. Her back arched slightly, and she took the top of his lip between her teeth, repeating the move from earlier. This time, she sucked for longer and rolled his top lip between her teeth for a second time.

     A deep groan left Tom, and his hold on her hands loosened. Without breaking the kiss, she pulled her arms down and quickly flipped them, pinning him to the wall. Pulling away, she chuckled at the shocked expression on his face. "What? Never been pinned by a girl before?" she mused.

     Glancing down, his eyes widened when he noticed that she was holding onto both of his wrists and pressing them to the wall. Her grasp on him was surprisingly a lot stronger than what he would have assumed, and that fact only thickened the atmosphere. "I can't say I have," he mumbled.

     "We both know you're a lot stronger than me, so I'm not staying in this position for long," Amandla stated, stepping closer.

     "You should," Tom replied, leaning forward and kissing her softly. "I like it."

     She laughed against his lips, breaking away. "I kind of have to let go. Your shirt is getting annoying."

     "Have I ever mentioned how fucking hot it is when you take charge?"

     Seconds later, Amandla dropped his shirt to the floor. "Probably," she shrugged, allowing Tom to lure her closer by tugging at the hem of her top. Their eyes were locked, and the breath in her throat hitched when she felt his cold hands slip underneath and brush against her torso. The tips of his fingers ran across her bra, outlining its shape, and she gulped. However, his touch soon faded, and he began dragging the fabric up. Raising her arms, she let him take it off himself, knowing he liked doing it.

     The minute the article of clothing hit the floor, their lips were pressed back together. Tom brought them into his room, flipping on the lights and kicking the door shut with his foot. As they moved into the room, Amandla's hands dropped and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants in one swoop. The two stopped, and the kiss came to a pause.

     After stepping out of his jeans, Tom kicked them to the side and held eye contact with Amandla as his hands pulled at the fabric of her sweatpants. Dragging the clothing down her body, he slowly lowered himself as well. Their locked stare never broke as she stepped out of the clothes, and he ran his hands up her legs and body as he rose.

     Taking an unofficial break, they took in the other's appearance. Neither of them had seen the other like this, only wearing their undergarments. They'd gone far physically when they were together, but they never went all the way. Not like this. This would be their first time, and that fact made everything that was happening even more special.

     "You're beautiful." Tom finally spoke in utter awe of the woman in front of him. Everything about her was beautiful and flawless in his eyes, and he couldn't help but wonder how he ever got so lucky.

     Her cheeks burned red, and she ducked her head. "So are you," she replied truthfully, giving herself time to take in how beautiful his body was. Placing her hands on his chest, the blonde spread her fingers and traced the muscles on his stomach. She didn't care if he had them or not, in all honesty. Either way, she'd still find him attractive as hell.

     Tom watched her with an amused expression, not realizing that he had been simultaneously running his hand all over her back.

     Gradually their eyes finally met, and Amandla leaned into his touch as Tom cupped her face. Closing the distance between them, he began moving forward, and she stepped back. It wasn't until she felt her legs hit the side of the bed that they separated. In one fell swoop, Tom had thrown back the covers, picked her up, and placed her on the bed. It wasn't until her head hit a pillow that she'd realized what happened.

     Lowering himself on top of her, he had one hand pressed above her head and the other slowly sliding her bra straps off. As he took it off, she pressed her legs together to ease the tension that'd been building up and the throbbing she was experiencing. The bra was thrown across the room, and Amandla sighed in defeat when Tom stuck a knee between her thighs. He was shaking his head; a smirk etched onto his cheeks.

     Their chests were pressed together as he moved his lips to her ear. "Just wait. We'll get there eventually," he murmured, working his free hand up and cupping one of her breasts. Squeezing, he nipped at a spot behind her ear.

     Amandla shut her eyes and let out a low whine. She was evidently enjoying what he was doing, as Tom could feel her squirming and moaning every few seconds. A gasp left her as she felt his lips trail down to the crevice between her breasts. Gulping, her stomach clenched, and he looked up at her to see that her eyes were shut, heavy breaths tumbling from her mouth. Smiling, he pressed kisses to every inch of her upper half, leaving lovebites everywhere he could and sucking.

     Making his way back up, he took her bottom lip and pulled at it, rolling it between his teeth. Amandla groaned, arching her back when she felt his hand slide down to her thigh and grab her. "Tom," she whimpered, feeling herself beginning to throb harder.

     In response, he simply hummed as he kissed her slowly. She moved her hands from where they were tangled in his hair down his chest. Running her fingers along the hem of his boxers, his hips buckled when he felt her tease his crotch. Shivers ran down his spine as she tugged down on the fabric.

     Tom shook his head and pulled away. "Not yet," he whispered against her lips.

     "Just so you know, my fingers are just as good as yours, Tom."

     "I have... no doubt... that they are," he murmured in-between kisses. As the kiss deepened, he forced himself to pull away and slide down. Groaning, Amandla moved her head to see what he was doing. She caught a quick glimpse of him growing closer to the source and the result of all the tension before she felt him kiss the skin above her underwear. Her head fell back, and she felt her heart race.

     Looping his fingers around the underwear on either side of her hips, Tom slowly pulled it down. The cold air caused her to shiver, and her fingers curled around the bedsheets. Looking down, a smirk tugged at Tom's lips. Traveling lower, he hooked his arms around her thighs and placed them on either shoulder.

     From where Amandla lay, she could feel every move he made, and goosebumps were traveling across her body. Her eyes were focused on the ceiling, but as soon as she felt his mouth touch her, they squeezed shut. A breath of relief escaped her but was quickly replaced by a moan. Moving her hands down to his head, she tangled them in his hair and pulled as he went in.

     Every move up to this point had been worth it, and not a part of her was disappointed. Groans and moans of pleasure came from both of them as she tugged harsher, her head rolling back. Tom hiked her thighs up higher and her back arched. Reaching up, he held onto her hips and pressed his thumbs into them, earning him a whimper in response.

     She could feel him inside her, and she gasped when he briefly pulled back and began kissing along the inside of her thighs. Tom was highly skilled in this department, and Amandla knew that the longer he continued, the more she would unravel and lose her mind. Not that that was a bad thing. She hadn't felt this good in her entire life and never wanted this night to end.

     Before she knew it, Tom had left numerous love bits inside her upper thighs and had met her opening again. "God, Tom," Amandla grunted, gasping as he began rubbing her thighs, stimulating both of them further. Tugging at the ends of his hair, she groaned as he moved his head, continuing at a different angle.

     She could feel him smirking, and that only turned her on more. "Get up here," she grumbled, wanting to feel his lips on hers.

     At her demand, he pulled back and lowered her thighs. As he worked his way back up, he kissed and sucked on every inch of her that he could, not missing a spot. Once they were eye to eye, their chests raised up and down laboriously as they were pressed together. Despite not fully regaining her breath, Amandla cupped his cheek and kissed him harshly.

     Tom met her with the same passion and moaned as she rolled his top lip. Their hands were everywhere and nowhere at the same time as they grabbed at each other, wanting to be as close as possible. Eventually, they separated as Amandla successfully pulled off his boxers and tossed them across the room.

     "Are you ready?" she asked, watching as Tom reached over and grabbed a condom from the drawer on his nightstand.

     "I've been ready for a while now. Are you?" he returned the question, gazing back down at her.

     Amandla nodded, a genuine smile spreading across her face. "Very."

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     hey everyone!! i hope you all enjoyed the ninetieth chapter!

     THIS CHAPTER MAKES ME SO UNCOMFORTABLE AND I CAN'T BFJESKDNSDKA

     friendly reminder/disclaimer: i don't always prefer writing smut scenes &&& when i do write them, i always stop right before the dick comes out or when it's out. i don't have it in me to describe it because even trying to write that makes me hella ✨uncomfortable✨. i might write heterosexual fanfiction but my lesbian ass can only write so much. that being said... this took me three weeks to write and do i still not really like it? yes.

     anyway! this tomandla sex scene has been a long time coming and i hope it was good-ish! this was my first time writing a full-blown sex scene (well, as full-blown as you're going to get from me) and it was... uncomfortable to say the least. however, i did it for all of you so you're welcome :'))

     i will never re-read this chapter ever again so if there's a grammar or spelling error... just ignore it. i've re-read and edited this a dozen times and it still makes me just cringe. for future reference... if i ever need a smut scene, who here would be willing to write that shit? serious inquiries only.

     (if you can't tell, i'm uncomfortable and making jokes but i seriously hope this satisfied all of your tomandla thirsts. ya nasty's.)

     𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: thank you all for taking the time out of your days to comment on this story. it means a lot and helps the story be spread to a wider audience &&& gives me the opportunity to grow as an author. all i ask is that people vote on each chapter, please. as a creator, it takes time to write and develop stories. especially social media-based ones because there's so much to take into consideration and the amount of time i've dedicated to finding graphics, screenshotting everything kelsey simone (and other characters) posts, making graphics, etc., is ridiculous. so please, vote on every chapter. it means a lot more than i could ever express.

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