Sasha Blouse - Blog Posts

There was not a sound in the room.

And Mikasa couldn’t sleep. Not without Sasha.

Mikasa hesitated for a second in front of Sasha's bed, her fingers brushing the covers with her fingertips — like a sinner before the doors of a cathedral. Mikasa bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, tears silently flowing down her cheeks.

(Mikasa was silent. Sasha was loud. They understood each other in the silences and in the laughter. They understood each other everywhere.)

She snuggled into the bed, curled up in the fetal position, pulling the sheets over her head until she was completely covered. (Sasha's body had been wrapped in a similar white shroud.)

Mikasa inhaled deeply, trying to control her breathing, the scent of fresh lavender hitting her hard. If she closed her eyes, she could almost convince herself that Sasha was with her, wrapping her arms around her.

AOT MODERN AU:

Sasha, Jean and Eren playing “In Silence” on stream while voice sensitive feature is on: Eren, quietly: ᴼᵏᵃʸ ˢᵒ ᴵ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏᵉʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵈᵒᵒʳˢ Jean, slightly louder: bᵣᵢₙg ᵢₜ ₒᵥₑᵣ ₕₑᵣₑ ₜₕₑₙ yₐ dᵢₚₛₕᵢₜ, ᵢ ₐₗₛₒ fₒᵤₙd ₐ ₙₒₜₑ yₒᵤ gᵤ₋ Sasha: 𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺! Jean: ₛₐₛₕₐ! ₍ᵢₙₜₑₙₛₑ ₗₐᵤgₕᵢₙg₎ wₑ wₑᵣₑ ₛᵤₚₚₒₛₑd ₜₒ bₑ qᵤᵢₑₜ! Eren: *losing his shit* Eren: ₒₕ fᵤcₖ! ᴏʜ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ!- Sasha: 𝑜𝐻- Jean: ｏｈ ｇＯｄ－ and then they all end up dying because the monster found them

✨WARNING MAJOR AOT SPOILERS✨

Okay first I wanna address a couple things before I jump right in. This is all my PERSONAL thoughts on how it COULD end, but I’ll be happy with however Isayama ends it. These are just some ideas I’ve had so most of it will be fragments. Also please no hate.

Let’s jump on in

Okay so what I’ve been thinking is what if somehow the group ends up back in the place where Ymir is.

Eren or even Ymir brings them there i don’t know I don’t care just they are there

And like while Mikasa, Armin, Jean and the other adults are arguing with Eren trying to convince him to stop

I want one of the kids, Gabi or Falco. Hell it can be both.

Personally I’d like it to be Gabi.

( and before anyone starts shit about Gabi killing Sasha. Gabi is a twelve year old brainwashed child that saw people she cared about get killed. So she did what most people would do. Got revenge. Y’all really be hating on a child while Eren is committing literal GENOCIDE. )

Anyway back to what I was saying

I want Gabi to talk with Ymir.

Somehow she learns about what really happened with Ymir.

And I want her to talk with Ymir telling her she understands Ymir’s hatred and sadness

Gabi tells her how she felt a similar hate. How for years she hated and cursed her ancestors and the people inside the walls

How she became a warrior so she could inherit the Armored and free her people from their “history”

And how she’s killed some of her own kind because she’s been brainwashed by Marley into thinking she’s of devil blood.

She talks about when she killed Sasha and the pride she felt at the time

And tells her what she learned when she was inside the walls.

About how she felt when Sashas father and Mikasa saved her from being killed. How she learned that the people inside the walls weren’t actually devils and that everything she had been taught was a lie

And the guilt she felt after she learned all this

This is where it gets really iffy

Ymir could have sterilized every Eldian alive right??

So theoretically what’s to stop her from I don’t know....

Taking away the power of the Titans?

So Gabi tells her that she won’t demand or order Ymir to do anything. Gabi says she is not her master and that Ymir is no longer a slave

But that she has a request. That Ymir can choose whether or not she wants to accept this request.

She asks Ymir if she could please stop the rumbling. To please rid the world of the Power of the Titans. To make it so no Eldian, Marleyan, or any other race or creature can ever transform into a Titan again.

And then Ymir smiles at her and nods.

After she’s done it Gabi hugs her and thanks her

And when she pulls back Gabi looks Ymir in the face and says

“Now I think it’s time you finally rest”

And that’s kinda where my train of thought ends

So in conclusion I love Gabi Braun and I don’t think she deserves any of the hate she gets.

Please feel free to leave your own thoughts. Just make sure that you respect other’s opinions even if they don’t align with your own.

"Eren, you are free."

High Tide

Pairing: Sasha x F!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Thigh Riding, Fingering

Quick Summary: On the beach, a lifeguard’s got her eye on you.

Notes: Happy pride month! The best way I could celebrate is writing some fun sapphic smut with my favorite potato girl!

Your eyes quickly adjusted to the sky above you, the sun was the only thing you could see for a few moments, its brightness taking over your sight. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, just a sea of light blue with a gigantic golden orb right above you. It was a beautiful day for swimming in the ocean, but you didn’t like the waves, you preferred sitting to swimming and lying down on a towel to kicking for your life - but your friends were a bit more courageous with the ocean than you were.

Eren and Mikasa fought the waves as you positioned yourself in the sunlight. Your towel was warm underneath you from the hot sand where you sat with your back exposed to the beach around you. You only wore a green bikini, one not nearly appropriate enough to wear with anyone but your friends - you wouldn’t be caught dead in this swimsuit with your family around.

But, your friends didn’t care so you didn’t care either.

The sun was harsh against your back, but you didn’t say a word for fear of Armin’s criticisms. He refused to be in the sun for longer than he had to, even though he loved the beach. Immediately after setting camp on the sand as close to the water as you could get without getting wet, Armin put up an umbrella and set his chair underneath it after covering all of his pale skin in sunscreen. He was definitely the most cautious person in the group, giving the others a heads up once they had gone too long without sunscreen and were at stake of getting skin cancer.

“Hey, be careful,” Armin called to you from the dark shadows of the underside of his umbrella, “The UV is at nine right now, which is dangerously high, just so you know.”

“Yeah, I know.” You closed your eyes against the brightness and let the sun engulf you whole. “You’ve told me about fifteen times already.”

“Well,” Armin’s voice was louder this time, “You could be safe from the dangers of the high UV of course - but, only one thing - when was the last time you put sunscreen on?”

You opened your eyes, but only to squint them into a frustrated furrow. You slowly turned your head towards your genius yet incredibly annoying friend. You know Armin and you know he’s not going to just let you roast yourself in the sun without frequently reapplying sunscreen.

“Are you serious?” You asked, each word dripping in judgment.

Armin smiled at you, “More serious than skin cancer.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, moving onto your knees in the sand to ready your body for a new layer of sunscreen. You poured the cream into your hand and then over your skin as Armin watched the ocean with a smug smile. He knew you definitely wouldn’t care about protecting your skin if it weren’t for him, and he found immense pride in that fact.

You could nearly cover every part of your body in sunscreen all on your own, but you had a bit of trouble when it came to your back. You looked at Armin, but you knew he wouldn’t risk a few minutes of raw sunshine when he’s completely safe under his umbrella. You thought of asking him anyways when hot sand was suddenly kicked at your back. You turned around to the culprit and quickly got ready to yell at them once you made eye contact with familiar emerald eyes.

“Hey,” You yelled at Eren, “If you're gonna kick sand on my back, you could at least put sunscreen on it after.”

Eren crouched on the sand beside you, “Or, I could ask that lovely gentleman over there to put sunscreen on your back instead, he’s been staring at you for at least the last hour.”

You frantically looked around the beach, not catching a single wandering eye in your direction - especially none of any gentlemen in the general vicinity. You turned back to your friend, ready to call out his bluff.

“What are you even talking about,” You asked with a side eye towards him, “What gentleman is even looking at me.”

“The guy on that chair.” Your eyes flitted around the beach a second time, now looking for a gentleman on a chair with a staring problem. “That super high chair.” Now, you looked for a gentleman on abnormally taller chairs with staring problems.

“Eren,” Armin called from his home under the umbrella, “Are you talking about the lifeguard?”

“Oh, yeah, him.”

The lifeguard? Your eyes quickly moved to the abnormally tall, white, wooden chair where two lifeguards sat - both with staring problems, it seems. The gentleman on top of the chair was accompanied by a lady. But, they quickly looked away once they realized their target had begun looking right back at them.

You wondered why Eren only brought up the male lifeguard when his female partner was very obviously looking in your direction as well - and to be honest, you wouldn’t mind if either lifeguard helped you with the sunscreen on your back. The boy was cute in his bright red swim shorts, but his company was just as cute in her matching bright red bikini.

You looked curiously at Eren, “They’ve been staring at me for the last hour?”

“Yeah,” Eren said with a grin, “‘Want me to go over there and tell them that you're interested in having a bed buddy for the night - I’ll do it.”

“Don’t.”

“And he will do it,” Armin said somberly from the shadows, “I still feel bad for that girl I had to turn down in that nightclub. She looked so upset when I said you were joking.”

“Then you shouldn’t have said I was joking.” Eren peeked at Armin over his shoulder. “Go with the flow and all that shit.” Armin rolled his eyes but swiftly ignored him, he knew go with the flow didn’t have to mean sleeping with people you were uninterested in - and he didn’t feel the need to prove that to Eren.

The rest of Armin and Eren’s conversation sounded fuzzy in the back of your head as you thought hard about the lifeguards. You almost doubted they were interested in you, for some reason you couldn’t convince yourself that they’d make it so obvious. But, if they did show their interest, if Eren did walk up to them and offer them your bed for the night - would you really say no? You were only here for a few more days and they were both really cute, a Summer fling was something you always wanted to try.

It would be perfect if this opportunity presented itself correctly.

“Hey,” You said while turning back to the boys at the peak of their conversation, “Do you think they’re waiting for me to go over to them, or do you think I should wait for them to come over here?”

Eren grinned, “Why? ‘You think you wanna make a move on them? `You feeling so confident?”

“Maybe a little.” You reflected Eren’s mischievous grin back to him. “But, only if you tell me I should.”

“Of course he’ll tell you to go,” Armin added from behind you, “He hasn’t felt shame since he peed himself in kindergarten.”

“Wrong.” Eren pointed at Armin. “I didn’t feel shame even then, I’m fearless - you should go to them.”

You nodded while taking a cautious deep breath, “Okay.”

You rose from your spot on your warm beach towel. You rubbed the sand that was sticking to your legs and pulled up your bikini bottoms before confidently making your way towards the lifeguard’s tower. You tried to ignore the lifeguards atop the chair as you walked, but you couldn’t help but notice their facial expressions once they had seen you walking towards them.

The boy looked like he was about to fall from the top of his tall chair. His eyes were dangerously wide and he was shaking with panic, waving his hands frantically at the female lifeguard beside him who was strangely calm. The girl looked like she knew you would eventually walk over to them, and the thought of her reading you like a bold lettered book had your throat dry with anticipation.

Your long strides slowed to a stop as you neared the lifeguards, looking up at them with a wide smile. Your mind raced with words to say before your thoughts finally put together the perfect sentence.

“Hello guards,” You said, “I don’t know if you can tell, but I haven’t been in the water all day.”

The boy nodded slowly at you, “We know-” The girl swiftly smacked him on his tan chest before he corrected himself- “Or, uh, your hair doesn’t look wet, so um, we assume you didn’t swim.”

“So, why do I keep catching your eyes on me? Shouldn't you be doing your job?” You glanced at the many happy swimmers pushing their bodies through the water and searching for seashells near where the waves crashed to the sand. “Guarding lives and all that?”

The girl was the first to jump down from the wooden seat she shared with her male partner. She must’ve realized the wind blowing through your conversation was making it harder for both parties to hear each other. And you had to admit, the thought of her only standing so close to you right now just to hear you better had your heart beating a thousand miles a minute.

The female lifeguard was very pretty to say the least. She had light brown hair tied back in a red ponytail that matched her lifeguard’s bikini so nicely. She looked both put together and wild at the same time, her hair suggesting she might spend a lot of time in the bathroom in the mornings, and her eyes suggesting that she may be used to pretty girls walking up to her on the beach.

“Well,” The female lifeguard said, “We normally do this every Friday.”

You raised your eyebrows at her, “Do what?”

You could feel you fell right into the girl’s trap, there was a stillness in the air after you had said exactly what she wanted you to say. It was as if the scene in front of her were happening just the way she’s always imagined.

The girl smiled mischievously, “We find cute girls with nice looking groups of friends, and we’re usually the ones walking over to them but, we definitely don’t mind your boldness.”

“Thank you,” You spoke slowly, slightly confused with where she was going with her description - you honestly couldn’t tell if you were going to be asked on a date or kidnapped, “And, why do you look for them?”

Once again, the stillness was back. It was like you were playing right into her hand.

“So,” The girl said, “We can invite them to our Friday bashes. Usually pretty girls with nice looking friend groups aren’t from around here. It’s hard to find good parties when you aren’t local, so I bless pretty girls like yourself with one night of bliss.”

You could drink a whole gallon of water right now and your throat would still be dry. The way this girl spoke had your legs feeling like butter and your face feeling like it’s on fire. You nearly forgot there was ever a third person in your conversation before he jumped from the chair and added on what the girl was saying.

“Sasha’s right,” The boy said from behind her shoulder, “The local girls don’t get prettier than her.”

You could’ve guessed that, she seems pretty hard to beat.

“Sasha,” You repeated, “That’s your name?”

Sasha nodded slowly, “Mhm.”

You turned to the boy, “And you are?”

“Jean,” He spoke so suddenly that his voice cracked.

“Okay, I guess you guys don’t seem too creepy - even though you were staring at me for so long.”

Sasha bit her lip with her smile, “I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s okay.” Your face ferociously flushed with heat as you spoke.

“I’ll text you the details, yeah?” Sasha extended her hand towards you and pulled a black pen from seemingly nowhere - it was weird, but she did tell you this wasn’t her first rodeo. You wrote down your number and your name on her forearm. Before you walked back to your friends to inform them about your conversation, you held onto Sasha’s wrist a moment too long and met her eyes before speaking.

“I’ll see you tonight then,” You said lightly.

Sasha nodded, “Definitely.”

You waved at Sasha and Jean before walking away from them. You could feel a pressure in your chest suddenly deflate from all of your pent up nerves exiting your body. You felt strangely confident and terrified at the same time. Confident that you had made the first move and completely wowed two people at the same time and terrified that you would see Sasha again tonight. You couldn’t imagine what you’d say to her tonight, if you’d even want to do much talking at all.

As you could have assumed hours ago, convincing Armin to go to a party was the hardest part about actually going to the party. After Eren basically bullied the boy into tagging along - the rest was a breeze; the trip back to the beach, finding where everyone was, and meeting up with your new friends from earlier. Hell, even getting your friend group to talk and drink and be themselves around the new people was a breeze which was something you wouldn’t have thought to be easy.

You had to admit Sasha made the whole evening very enjoyable for you, she basically took care of all of the obstacles. She’s the one who chose the closest part of the beach to your hotel room for the bonfire. She’s the one who bought specific alcohol after asking you what kind of drinks your friends like. She’s even the one who sent her direct location in a text message so you wouldn’t get lost on your way over. She was honestly a life saver - despite her whole being a lifeguard thing - because while you dealt with a stubborn Armin, she dealt with everything else.

The bonfire was already burning, and most of Sasha’s lifeguard friends were already drunk by the time your group arrived. The music blasting from a small speaker was surprisingly loud, but only as minimal background music among the voices of the partygoers. And right when you made eye contact with Sasha, she ran across the sand towards you, excited to see you had arrived.

“Hi,” Sasha said excitedly, looking you up and down in your pretty little green sundress, “You look stunning.”

Your face flushed with heat, “Thank you.” You looked at Sasha’s outfit; loose fit jean shorts and a baby blue silk tank top. She looked like a modern Cinderella; her hair up in a tight bun and her body sporting soft blues and an accented black choker on her neck. “And, you look really good as well.”

It was as if you confessed your undying love to Sasha, her face lit up beet red immediately. You had to admit she looked rather adorable with bright cheeks and curious eyes looking anywhere but you. Sasha even started flopping her head around, unable to stand still after a seemingly small compliment.

“Thank you,” Sasha said, her voice an octave higher than normal.

You giggled, “You sound like you really like compliments.” Sasha’s eyes widened slightly, and she shrugged at you with a crooked smile on her face. “I’ll make sure to remember that.”

Sasha opened her mouth to speak, but the conversation was quickly saved by an excited Jean who was just happy to see you showed up as well. He threw his hands in the air once he was standing beside Sasha, almost tipping his beer can completely over and accidentally spilling the slightest amount to the sand. Jean shouted drunkenly, as if you couldn’t hear him when he was standing so close to you.

“You made it!” Jean shouted.

You smiled, “I made it.”

“There’s beer and friends over there, go enjoy yourself!”

“Okay.” You frantically took one more look at Sasha. “Come with?”

Sasha’s eyes widened slightly once she heard your question. She looked in between you and Jean as she thought of a response, and attempted to calm her nerves.

“Yeah, okay, of course,” Sasha finally answered, “Let’s go.” You nodded with a slight grin before walking over to the rest of the party, arm and arm with Sasha.

The party - if it even deserved that name - wasn’t anything like the parties you’ve been to before. There was a small group of people around the bonfire, only ten partygoers altogether including three being friends that you brought along. They talked amongst themselves, telling stories and making conversation about the beach as they sipped from cans and bottles of various liquids.

You tried your best to stay beside Sasha as you made your way around the party. Sometimes you’d be called over by Armin, hoping you’d solve a disagreement between him and Eren, but you immediately walked back to Sasha afterwards. And sometimes Sasha would be asked to grab more beer from her truck in the nearby parking lot, so you’d walk with her just for a few extra minutes of conversation. And, sometimes Mikasa would call you over to interpret what words Jean meant to say in his slurred mess of syllables, so you’d pull Sasha along by the arm, hoping she’d help translate as well.

You physically couldn’t leave Sasha’s side, so it amazed you when she somehow slipped away from your peripheral. You looked around the party; glanced at Jean and Armin closely talking amongst themselves, looked towards Mikasa who was grabbing two cans of beer to take back to a bald headed kid who was deep in conversation with Eren, you even turned to the unnamed extra guests, but she wasn’t with anybody - she was gone.

You frantically glanced around the party as you searched for her light brown hair. But, the girl wasn’t anywhere to be found. You decided on texting her and asking where she had escaped to, and right when you pulled out your phone, you instead found an unread message from Sasha.

Follow me?

And attached to the message was her exact location.

To the bottom of the ocean, you messaged back before finding your way to Sasha.

You walked across the cold sand heading towards her location, your phone’s flashlight the only reason you could see the crabs in front of you. You walked around their homes in the sand, careful not to get pinched as you made your way over to her. And, eventually, you happened upon the exact spot she sent you, the area set up like she had planned on meeting you here all night.

Sasha sat in front of you, situated in the middle of a scene straight out of a romantic movie. She sat on the center of a blanket, the only light coming from the full moon set in the sky just above you. Sasha stared up at you, awkwardly holding two cans of seltzer before speaking.

“Join me?” Sasha asked as she silently offered you one of the cans.

You grabbed the drink from her hand, “Thank you.” You sat on the blanket right beside her. You could feel her thigh pressed against your own as you sat with your legs together, careful not to flash the passing crabs.

Sasha broke open her can just as you did the same. Both of you silently watched the waves crashing on top of each other, the breeze from the ocean giving you goosebumps on your arms and legs. You could feel there was tension in this small area you shared with Sasha, and you wondered what you could do to make it less tense.

“So, do you-”

“I was thinking-”

You both started talking at the same time, and quickly stopped at the same time. You wanted Sasha to go first, but she instead giggled and extended her hand towards you. You shook your head with a slight grin, silently telling her to go first instead. Sasha sighed before giving in.

“Well,” Sasha huffed jokingly, “I was just going to say that I was thinking you would like black raspberry seltzer. So, I hope it’s good, I should’ve paid more attention to what you were drinking earlier.”

You quickly took a sip of the can, “It’s good! Yeah, thank you, um, I like it.” You had to admit it wasn’t your favorite flavor, but you would never tell Sasha that. The only thing that mattered to you was the fact that she even thought of you at all.

“Awesome.” Sasha turned to you, making eye contact then just as quickly looking away from you. “Now, you.”

“What?”

Sasha furrowed her brow, “What were you gonna say earlier? Now it’s your turn.”

“Yeah, of course.” You nodded as you tried to remember what you wanted to say. “I- uh, I wanted to say- right, I was gonna ask you if you take, um, a lot of people here.”

“Not really,” Sasha spoke softly with a slight shake of her head, “Only special people.”

“What makes them special?”

You caught Sasha’s eyes and they were hypnotizing. They were a beautiful dark brown color and they were so heavily focused on your face that you started to feel hot under her gaze. You almost lost your breath when you focused too hard on her, like you had been running a marathon before settling down beside her. The walk here wasn’t short, but there was no reason for you to be so breathless.

“What makes them special,” Sasha said as she stared at your lips, “Well, they look really good in dresses.” Your thighs twitched, pushing themselves closer together. “And uh, they look really good in bikinis when they lay on the beach.” Sasha’s eyes moved back up to your own. “And, they’re- they are really, really sexy.”

You giggled awkwardly, quickly bringing your hand to your mouth. You felt like you were on fire, as if the sun were ten feet away instead on the other side of the planet. You could feel Sasha’s eyes watching you so intently as you struggled to think of words to answer with, it was as if she stole the entirety of the English language from your brain and exchanged it with ums and breathy giggles.

“You’re lying,” You said quickly, your voice stuck in your throat, “I’m not.”

Sasha leaned towards you, “You are, I mean, look at you.” She gestured towards your body. “You look stunning, in your cute little sundress. You’re so sexy and you don’t even know it.”

Your giggle turned into a full throat laugh as you struggled to speak. You didn’t even care if she was lying at this point, this was the most you’ve ever felt wanted before. You wouldn’t care what she did to your body and your heart if she continued to compliment you the entire time.

You leaned toward Sasha, “If you’re gonna keep talking like that, I’m gonna want you to kiss me.”

“Okay,” Sasha sounded excited to hear you mention such a thing, as if she had been waiting for this moment all night.

“Okay?” You blinked at Sasha, your giggle fit had suddenly vanished.

Sasha leaned towards you, “So, I can?”

“Okay. Yeah. You can.”

She closed the gap between you and her, gently landing her lips on your own. Her lips were gentle and hesitant, not at all like her - she was much more confident than you have ever been. You had never met somebody who could so matter of factly talk about what they want or what they think, and this sort of confidence had you begging for more of her.

You scooched yourself closer to Sasha, and she took the movement as a silent hint to move closer to you as well. Your thighs weren’t the only thing touching her anymore; now your hand was draped on her shoulder and her hands were under your dress, her fingers fumbling with your underwear. You moved your hand to the back of her head, pulling your lips apart before whispering into her mouth.

“You can take my panties off if you’re done playing with them,” You said with a grin. Sasha’s hand went stiff under your dress, she had been gently moving her fingertips back and forth over the lace of underwear until now.

Sasha giggled softly, “You caught me,” She answered sarcastically, “I just really like how the lace feels on my hand.”

“You’re such a weirdo.” You leaned away from Sasha and pushed your panties down your legs. You extended the lacy underwear towards Sasha, slightly furrowing your eyebrows. “Are you still wanting to feel the lace?”

Sasha shook her head frantically, “No no, no, no, no - I’m all done with them, thank you.”

You laughed as you watched Sasha’s eyes flicker between your face and the hem of your dress. You didn’t know where this sudden surge of energy came from, kissing her felt like swallowing electricity - she made your heart pound and your body shake with anticipation. Sasha made you want to say and do things you would never be bold enough to do under any other circumstances.

“Lay down,” You said sternly.

Sasha smiled as she did what you demanded, “Okay, ma’am, you don’t have to tell me twice.”

“Good.”

Sasha was lying on the blanket in front of you, ready to see what the direction had been for. You situated yourself on top of her, and instead of straddling her waist, you pressed your left thigh in between her own and straddled her thigh. You heard Sasha gasp as she realized just what you were doing, but you didn’t let her shock get to your head, this sort of thing was very out of your comfort zone. One wrong comment and you’d be apologizing profusely while running home.

You leaned forward into Sasha, kissing her as you placed your arms on either side of her head. You felt a little bit exposed when the ocean breeze blew up your skirt and touched your skin, but Sasha’s hands instead took its place on legs. As you kissed, you felt her gently push your hips down, placing you perfectly on her thigh and sliding your body against her skin.

The way Sasha guided your hips on her leg had you gasping into her mouth for more. You could feel how wet you were getting with how much easier your body slid against her skin, only making you wetter. As Sasha focused on moving your hips, you kissed your way down to her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there in between moany breaths.

“Does that feel good?” Sasha whispered into your ear, and you could only moan in response. “If you wanted, you could touch me too. I’d really like to feel your fingers right now.”

You moved your head up to make eye contact with Sasha, barely seeing her light brown eyes in the near darkness. But, once you made eye contact with the girl, you nodded your head gently, huffing out a response to her suggestion.

“Of course,” You said breathlessly.

You leaned back on Sasha’s thigh, unbuttoning her shorts and situating your body so you could comfortably put your hand inside. You swiped your fingers across the crotch of her panties, feeling how the wetness had drenched the fabric. The thought of Sasha getting wet just from pleasing you forced you to swallow a moan in a poor attempt to hide your excitement.

“You’re so wet,” You whispered into Sasha’s ear, “‘You enjoying me that much?”

“Mhm.” Sasha’s hips rose from the ground and then fell back down. “I can’t say I hate it.”

You giggled as you moved your hand inside of Sasha’s panties, feeling just how much slick had built up in the area. You pushed your fingers into Sasha’s pussy, and heard her let out a quick gasp as you curled your fingers inside of her. Sasha’s reaction to your movements turned you on enough to continue your slow grinding on her thigh as you listened to her sweetly moan into your ear.

You weren’t sure what changed in your body, but hearing Sasha had done something new to you. Your stomach began to tighten and your hips moved quicker on her thigh, without needing her guidance this time. You felt your breath come out in huffs as your whole body focused solely on your hips and the pleasure in the area. Like the sudden snapping of a rubber band, you felt satisfaction fill you from head to toe - every inch of your body felt hypercharged.

You felt Sasha begin to tighten around your fingers as she realized you had come on top of her. She quickly brought her hands into your hair, bringing your lips to her own as she moaned into your mouth with every kiss. Just as suddenly as it was for you, Sasha came on your fingers, drenching them in clear liquid.

You and Sasha spent a few minutes to calm your bodies, listening to the waves crash on top of each other in the background. You wondered how long you both had been away from the party, it only felt like a few minutes but it could’ve honestly been an hour - you wouldn’t be surprised. Maybe heading back would be a good idea, you were sure your friends missed you and they had to have realized your shared disappearance.

“We should head back,” You said, leaning back to look Sasha in her eyes, “Shouldn’t we?”

Sasha nodded tiredly, “Yeah, or we could always stay here for a few more centuries, if you wanted?”

“We could.” You smiled pityingly at the girl. “But, I think my friends would be a little worried if I didn’t see them for a few centuries. We should probably go back to the party.”

“Okay,” Sasha agreed even though she sounded completely against the idea, “We will in a minute, I really don’t wanna move right now.”

You rose to your feet, grabbing your panties and putting them back on before looking down at Sasha. She laid at the exact same spot she was in before you stood up like an old balloon with no more helium. You debated physically dragging her back to the party, but instead offered your hand to her as a way of encouragement.

“Come on,” You said with a grin, “You come back with me now and I promise to see you again before I go back home.”

Sasha moved onto her feet quicker than lightning, “Okay, deal, I’ll text you the place and time?”

“And, I’d prefer a bed this time.”

“Lame-” You shot Sasha an annoyed look before she grinned and continued- “But, okay, I guess. I’ll make sure we use a bed.”

You and Sasha headed back to the party, and surprisingly your friends didn’t ask any questions. There’s no nonchalant way to show back up at an event you vanished from, never mind with the girl you’ve been flirting with all night by your side. But, the others were too busy telling ghost stories around the bonfire to notice your disappearance and reappearance despite how long it had been.

You and Sasha subtly joined the group around the fire, sharing a blanket in between Armin and Mikasa. You invited yourselves into the conversation, commenting on Jean’s story about a lady in white who haunts the beach and openly debating with him on whether or not it was true that he even saw her, never mind his comment about her hitting on him. And, the group welcomed the two of you back into the conversation with metaphorical open arms. You assumed they had no way of knowing about what happened between you and Sasha, but that was before you noticed a dark spot on her neck that hadn’t been there before the party.

Now, it was a matter of time before the questions came up and you were forced to admit to the entire occurrence.

Slumber Party

Pairing: Sasha x Reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Implied Praise Kink, Cunnilingus

Quick Summary: Sleepover with Sasha turns sexual.

Notes: This was inspired by the song Slumber Party by Ashnikko, I hope you guys enjoy!

6:13 PM

Your feet ran down the stairs quicker than you could keep up with after you heard the familiar ding of the doorbell. You ran through your living room, and right to the front door. You knew who waited on the other side - since she waited there every Friday night - but you were still filled with excitement at finally seeing her again.

Once you had unlocked the door handle, you swung the door open immediately, taking no time to think about what you were doing. Light flooded in from the outside, the sun setting in the distance and Sasha’s shadow laid on the living room’s carpeted floor.

Sasha stood in front of you with her duffel bag over one shoulder and her phone in the opposite hand. She wore jean shorts - since today had been one of the hottest days all summer - and a grey tank top. She also wore a pair of flip flops with a bright blue anklet around her pale ankle.

Sasha glanced up from the messages open on her phone, “Hi.”

You smiled wide at your best friend, “Hi.” Sasha quickly locked her phone and dropped her bag, opening her arms wide for you and you walked forward to accept the hug. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. We haven’t seen each other in like-” Sasha took a second to think about her next words- “Two days?”

“Three,” You said against her shoulder, “If you don’t count our FaceTime calls.”

“Right,” Sasha said into your hair, “‘Cause if we were counting those, I saw you two hours ago.”

You took a step back from Sasha, “Well, I needed somebody to tell me my makeup was pretty.”

“That’s not fair.” Sasha grinned. “You always look pretty.”

You playfully pushed Sasha’s shoulder, trying to distract her from seeing your obviously embarrassed face. Your face and ears were heating up with blood and you couldn’t wipe the wide smile from your mouth. You didn’t want your best friend to see how physically embarrassed you got from hearing her compliment you; you refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing how high you hold her opinion.

It wasn’t strange to hear Sasha compliment you - in fact, it would have been weirder if she hadn’t complimented you - but hearing Sasha say a sweet word about your person always made you crawl back into your metaphorical hermit shell. You never knew how to respond to Sasha’s kind words about your appearance because they always felt genuine instead of a way of being generally nice.

“I was thinking we could order pizza later,” You said, “And I have ice cream in the freezer and I made sure to buy some soda for you-”

“Did you remember my favorite kind?” Sasha’s face was taken up mostly with a wide smile as she awaited your answer.

“Of course.” You grinned softly to the brown haired girl in front of you. “I always remember everything you tell me.”

Sasha giggled before taking your distance from the door as a way of entrance. She walked inside the apartment she’s been to a million times. But, this time felt different almost - as if she could feel the impending series of events for the next day and a half playing out in front of her already.

8:47 PM

“Well,” You said as your hips shifted closer to her hips, “If you stop squirming, then it won’t be so hard to get the eyeliner just right. Got it?”

Sasha furrowed her already filled eyebrows at you, “But, I have a cramp in my hip. I can’t not shift when all I’m feeling on my left side is pure pain.”

It wasn’t completely a lie, Sasha was in pain but not exactly how she had disclosed to you. Sasha could feel her stomach inflating with nerves the longer you leaned in to be so close to her. She was used to you deciding to do activities in the spur of a moment, but she wasn’t expecting you to beg her to let you do her makeup if she showed you that picture - she wasn’t really sure why you chose this way to do her makeup either.

Usually, when a person gets their makeup done, the makeup artist will be sitting right beside them, leaning in close and getting everything just right. Which is not at all what you’re doing at the moment, you’re leaning in close - sure, but that’s where the similarities in the two scenarios end.

You were sitting on Sasha’s hips atop of the neat covers of your bed. You were straddling her waist and pressing yourself deeper into her pelvis with each concentrated movement. She knows her hip doesn’t hurt as badly as she says - in fact, she could sit underneath you all day long if you’d have her - but, she feels her stomach flutter with butterflies the longer you’re on top of her, and she wishes she could touch you but she doesn’t know if the action will make you uncomfortable or not, so she doesn’t.

You sigh before picking up your hips from her hips, “I’ll move but I’m not finished with your makeup.”

“Huh?” Sasha asks with bright red cheeks and widened eyes. She thought complaining about her hip would surely make you scram but you almost seem determined to stay on top of her.

“Here.” You lifted your hips enough so that her’s could be free underneath you. You still straddled her sides, but now you situated your ass into the air and your shirt had shifted forward. Sasha wasn’t sure how it was possible, but she knew the situation had gotten worse - or maybe, better - for her. All she wanted now was either to look down your shirt, place her hands on your ass and grind you down into her or kiss you passionately from underneath you - but, she didn’t know how you’d feel about any of those options so she stays still in silent agony.

She closed her eyes when you asked, she blinked slowly when you asked, and she puckered her lips when you asked. And, even though she couldn’t do what she wanted to do, she still got a bit of pleasure every time she did as you asked. You’d make sure to tell her exactly how you felt about her submission, whispering praise into the space between your faces - each praise giving Sasha another thing to worry about between her hips.

11:24 PM

The blanket kept falling off of your shoulder, exposing the bare skin to the coldness of your living room. You snuggled your body in closer to Sasha, pressing the cold skin of your shoulder against her warm bicep. She leaned into your touch, gently laying her head on top of your own in order to trap your cheek to her body.

You could fall asleep where you sat, cuddled close to your best friend and barely listening to the distant sounds of the movie in front of you. The coldness of the room was working as melatonin to your already tired body. Your eyes fluttered closed, snapping open every few minutes once your mind realized you were starting to drift off.

“This is the best part,” Sasha suddenly said by your side. You nodded weakly against her arm which got Sasha’s attention. She glanced at you for a moment, watching you from the corner of her eyes. “Are you even watching?”

Sasha looked over to your partially open eyes looking up into her face through your thick eyelashes. You swallowed back the sleepiness that had crept so steadily upon you as you attempted to look awake. But, Sasha saw right through your poor facade, shaking your head from her shoulder with disappointment.

“You’re asleep!” Sasha turned to you, her eyes wide with shock. “But, this is the best part!”

“I’m sorry,” You groaned the words out, “I’m just so tired.”

Sasha pouted at you, “Do you not like the movie?”

“No.” Adrenaline shot through your body as you attempted to convince your best friend. “I- I really like this movie! I just need a cup of coffee or something! The movie’s really good, I swear.”

Sasha took a deep breath, “It’s too late for coffee.” Your eyes darted behind Sasha’s shoulder at the living room window. She was right, the moon was high in the sky and only darkness seeped in through the glass behind the curtains. Sasha's next words came out as a question, “But, it’s not too late for ice cream.”

Your eyes snapped back to Sasha’s filled with sudden excitement, “I do have ice cream.”

Sasha smiled wide, “Perfect!” She leaned over and grabbed the remote from the coffee table, swiftly pausing the movie.

You led Sasha from the living room and to the kitchen, and you could feel her eyes on your back as you walked. It was hard not to look at you, especially in the pieces of clothing you wore as pajamas. You walked around your apartment in a velvet pair of sleep shorts and a tank top that stopped right above your belly button, creating a stripe of soft skin between the hem of your shirt and the waist of your shorts.

You didn’t leave your apartment most nights, either by yourself or with Sasha. You preferred dressing scandalously to bed and cuddling deep into your blanket to keep your body warm. And, when Sasha slept over, you instead used each other’s body heat to keep warm during the night, snuggling close to each other under your thick blanket.

You felt Sasha’s gaze heavy on the skin of your back and then again as it moved to your hips and ass. She watched as your sides moved back and forth with each step. She stared mindlessly at the dimples that swayed on the small of your back.

You turned around to Sasha once you stood in the middle of the kitchen. Sasha’s gaze slowly found your face, instead running gently over the front of your body. Then, finally, Sasha’s light brown eyes stared into your own.

You looked away from Sasha’s peering eyes. Sometimes holding eye contact with her was too much for you, it all felt much too intense and overwhelming. Holding eye contact with her made your stomach turn with butterflies and made your mind go wild with random thoughts that you tried to ignore most days. Thoughts of something big happening, whether it be a long awaited simple kiss or an asteroid through the room you both sat in.

You instead stared at the tiled floor of the kitchen as she watched you, “I have rocky road and metropolitan.” You glanced back at Sasha to see her smiling at you. You furrowed your eyebrows at your best friend, trying to keep your body from feeling like static. “And sprinkles.”

Sasha grinned, “I’ll have some rocky road-” After you had turned around and walked off towards the fridge, Sasha added- “Oh, and with sprinkles on top.”

You grinned into the freezer, your skin erupting in goosebumps from the wandering cold air. You grabbed the two cartons of ice cream, placing them on the counter beside the fridge before walking towards the lazy Susan in which the sprinkles were.

You turned from the corner of the kitchen, now realizing the new obstacle in your way of the sprinkles. Sasha had found her normal spot in the kitchen, sitting on the counter above the lazy Susan. Her feet dangled in front of the cabinet, and her eyes watched you as you walked around the kitchen with a purpose.

You walked over to Sasha, grinning at her before glancing at the cabinet she sat in front of. You were hoping your best friend would get the message without you having to ask because you weren’t sure how to ask for permission between her legs without seemingly asking for everything you’ve ever wanted.

“Sash’,” You said sweetly, “Can I-?” You pointed at the lazy Susan, silently asking her the rest of the question.

All she did in response to your question was tilt her head and grin playfully. She seemed to be playing a game - and it made your heart skip a beat - but you weren’t completely sure if she was. You were crazily rash sometimes, but when it came to friendship, you wouldn’t take a risk unless it was a heavily calculated move.

“What’s up?” Sasha asked innocently.

You grinned, “I need in that cabinet-” Sasha glanced down at the cabinet and then back at you, all without moving her body. “The sprinkles are in there. I need between your legs.”

Oh shit, there it is, the words you didn’t want to have to say. You couldn’t help how uncomfortably hot your body got after saying them, shifting from one leg to the other as if that would cool yourself down. And, you wished you hadn’t seen Sasha’s sudden surprise at the request, her eyes widened and her mouth in a permanent smile.

“Oh,” Sasha said with a tone dripping with cockiness, “You need between my legs? Then, what’s the password?”

You stared at Sasha with squinted eyes, “You have a password for between your legs? Are you wearing a chastity belt or something?”

“I guess that’s the only thing that would make sense.” Sasha giggled before raising a single eyebrow at you. “But, what’s the password?”

“You were serious?” Sasha nodded before you started thinking about what this mysterious password could be. “Is it 0-7-2-6-0-1?”

Sasha raised her eyebrows, “Huh?”

“Is it the same as your phone password?”

Sasha grinned, “Oh-” Sasha looked around the kitchen for a few moments before finally answering. “No.”

You sighed and thought again about what Sasha could make as a spur of the moment password. Obviously she didn’t have a leg password before this moment, so it had to be something she made up on the spot. And, a lot was on the line for you knowing this vital part of information - not only would it prove how deeply you knew Sasha, but the damn ice cream was starting to melt.

“Okay,” You said as you crossed your arms against your chest. “I’m going to spitball some out, and you tell me if I get it right, okay?”

Sasha nodded, “Alright, deal.”

This game was harder than you originally thought it would be, maybe you didn’t know Sasha at all. You thought you’d be able to guess it almost immediately, you thought you knew nearly everything about the other girl. But, she must have the most obscure leg password ever, you wouldn’t be surprised if it were in a different language altogether.

“French fries,” Sasha shook her head. “Hamburgers,” Shake. “Sausage,” Shake. “Pork,” Shake. “Milkshake.” Shake. “Is it-?”

“Why are you only guessing menu items from a diner? I like other things, you know?”

You shrugged, “I know, you just really like diner food.”

She likes other things, huh? Sure, she likes food - more than anyone you’ve ever seen in your whole life. But, it must be something outside of food, what else does Sasha like?

She likes cats, and she likes hunting and fishing with her dad, and she likes roller coaster rides that go backwards. She likes a vast array of things, so to choose just one she would think of in the matter of a few seconds seemed almost impossible.

Except, there was one thing you knew she liked more than any of those other things. She talked about it all the time, from conversations that were progressively led to the subject to randomly texting you another fact long past the time you had gone to bed and she should have gone to bed as well. She talked about it almost all of the time, how could you forget?

It was alcohol, it had to be alcohol related!

So, you thought of anything under the category, anything at all. You thought of vodkas, and rums, and whiskies - but you know she prefers mixed drinks so you switched to those names. You couldn’t think of many drinks that would make sense as her password, except for maybe strawberry daiquiri - though, that one didn’t seem to be right.

In a second, you thought of the one drink she always asks for. She asks for them no matter who the bartender is, whether it’s Jean or Connie that week. She asks for them when she sees your bottle of peach liquor sitting on the floor of your closet. She even asks if you think a place will have them when you walk past a bar you can’t get into yet since you’re both underaged. It was the only drink that completely made sense for it to be her legs' password, she loved them too much.

In a moment of adrenaline pumping through your veins at the realization of what the password must be, you screamed the drink name louder than you needed to.

“Sex on my face!” You yelled, your body going hot with the realization of what you just shouted at your best friend.

Sasha raised her eyebrows at you, “You want me to what?”

You tried to laugh off the embarrassment, but it didn’t work properly. You instead decided to smile into your hands as you covered your face. This moment wouldn’t have been embarrassing if it were anybody else, there was just too much sexual tension between you and Sasha for this conversation to be normal.

“That’s my next guess, I’m guessing the password is sex on my face.” You took a deep breath between your palms, embarrassment finally settling in and even beginning to fade the longer you didn’t think about what happened.

“It’s not,” Sasha said with a grin. “But, it was a good guess, so go ahead.”

You nodded as Sasha jumped from the counter, allowing you access to the lazy Susan. You made the adventure quick, not wanting to dwell on what you said in order to be allowed to grab the sprinkles. It was even embarrassing to feel Sasha’s eyes on your body as you crouched over and into the cabinet, something that otherwise wouldn’t have openly bothered you much.

“Do you want to know my real password?” Sasha asked as you scooped the half-melted ice cream into a bowl. You nodded, not wanting to say much of anything after what happened. “My real password was peanuts, because you have peanuts on the counter.”

You glanced at the bag of peanuts near the sink and then back to the bowl. “I guess I shouldn’t have put much thought into it, since it took you a second to even think about it.”

“You were smart with the game,” Sasha admitted, “You thought of passwords I wouldn’t have thought of in a million years, but not smart enough, I guess-” There was a moment where the only thing that could be heard was the buzzing coming from the working fridge. “Even though I do love sex on my face - take that however you want to.”

You felt your body heat up again, even as Sasha walked away from beside you. Take that however you want to. Oh my god, was Sasha hitting on you?

2:22 AM

If you moved your foot just an inch to the right, you’d be able to feel Sasha’s shin. You almost wanted to move your foot forward and finally touch her. You wanted to scoot your body across your sheets, to feel her body close to yours and feel your skin ignite with a new passion you hadn’t let out in a very long time.

You opened your eyes to see Sasha’s brown eyes staring into your own. You grinned at the girl, feeling like speaking was the only way to eliminate the awkward tension now present in the air. Part of you wished her eyes hadn’t been open, you were okay with watching her in silence - something about her knowing you liked looking at her made your stomach turn with nerves.

“Hey,” You whispered into your partially dark bedroom, “Are you tired?”

Sasha shook her head against the pillow, smushing her cheek even deeper into the plushness, “Not even a little bit. How about you?”

You sighed, “Nope.”

The silence was back, but it wasn’t awkward like the last time - this was a new comfortable silence. In the moment, all you could do was watch Sasha and all she could do was watch you right back.

You wondered what the brown haired girl was thinking about. Your first assumption was food considering the girl’s eating habits, but after a second thought - you knew better than to guess that. You then assumed that maybe the girl was thinking of you.

Sasha was probably tossing and turning the idea of you in her head, or at least you hoped she was. You hoped she was thinking about the way you look right now with the moon shining in through the window behind you. And, you hoped she thought about how warm you felt on the couch, pressed up against her earlier. And, you hoped she thought about how warm you would feel underneath her, completely naked and-

Not now. You closed your eyes to hide the thoughts in your head, and you hoped covering your irises would keep Sasha from knowing what you were thinking about. Now wasn’t the time to think about your best friend that way, not when the option was so possible.

“Hey,” Sasha whispered into the quiet space between you, “What kind of car would you be, if you had to be one?”

You opened one of your eyes, “What?”

“You heard me.” Sasha grinned as she watched you think of the few types of cars you could actually name off of the top of your head. “I think I’d be a pickup truck-” Sasha ignored your loud snort- “Because I’m tall, kind of. And, I like carrying things, I don’t really know why - I guess I like being helpful. And, my dad’s got a farm, so it’s perfect.”

You smiled wide at Sasha, “Do you want to try again and maybe pick any other car on the planet?”

“What’s wrong with pickup trucks?” Sasha tucked a fallen strand of hair behind her ear. “Pickup trucks are cool, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” You said sarcastically.

Sasha playfully pushed at your shoulder, “Alright, if I have to choose a different type of car, then I guess I’d be a-” Sasha took a second to think- “A tractor.”

“Shut up,” You spoke through a loud fit of laughter.

“I’m serious.” Sasha giggled with you. “I’d either be a pickup truck or a tractor - I mean it.”

“One,” You said with a grin, “Tractors aren’t even considered cars. And, two, no you wouldn’t be a tractor because they are loud and dirty and-” You shrugged- “Actually, that kind of works for you.”

“Hey!” Sasha's voice had gone up a few octaves for that one word. She pushed at your shoulder again, this time her hand lingering on your body.

You giggled, “You’re the one who said it, Sash’, I was only repeating it.” Sasha grinned at you, her hand still on your shoulder and now making its way down your bicep. “And, I think I’d be a mustang. One, I’m sleek and luxurious. And two, I like to go fast.”

“Really?” Sasha’s fingers drew invisible circles above your elbow. Her fingers were slender and warm and the circles were drawn in a smooth and consistent motion. “Could you have picked a more cliché type of car?”

You wrinkled your nose at the girl, “At least I chose a car.”

The room grew quiet again, but the silence was different from the last two times - neither awkward nor comfortable. Instead, the silence was full, like there were so many words being spoken into the space around you. The darkness of the room told each other your deepest, darkest secrets and part of you knew Sasha could hear your every thought that kept you awake at night.

She could hear what you thought about before eventually falling asleep. She could hear your mental grocery lists about the things you needed to pick up the next evening. And, she heard your mental relivings of memories you only thought about when nobody could see the pain written across your face. And, she heard the feelings you had bottled up for so long - feelings all about how badly you wanted to feel her hands all over your body.

And, what was so wrong with wanting your best friend on top of you, honestly? Everybody felt this way at least once in their lives. And, what was so wrong with finally going for it? Every single sexual or romantic relationship started with one of the people taking a chance, and it seemed you just had to be that person.

“Sasha,” You whispered into the dark space between both of your faces.

“Mhm,” Sasha mumbled back, her hand finally reaching your wrist.

You took a deep breath, “Do you ever think of me at night?”

Sasha grinned, “All of the time - why do you ask?”

Sasha’s fingers now found your palm, the tickling motion causing your own fingers to jump. Her hand was so warm against your hand, and you didn’t want her to stop touching you. You would prefer if she touched you all over your body, but you were willing to settle with just holding her hand in the darkness, if that’s all she wanted.

“Because,” You said with a smile, “I think about you too - at night, during the day, in the mornings, in my dreams - all of the time, like you said.”

Sasha’s fingers intertwined with your fingers, her palm resting gently against your own. Sasha didn’t need to say anything for you to suddenly hear her thoughts. She must have felt the same way considering her hand stayed against your own even when she leaned in to kiss you.

Sasha’s mouth was soft, and you could taste the ghost of her strawberry chapstick still on her lips. Her mouth moved gently at first, metaphorically testing the waters before diving in. Her kisses were merely innocent pecks for a moment, until she leaned back and whispered to your mouth.

“Was that what you think about all the time?” Sasha’s breath fanned across your face with her words.

You grinned to yourself, “I’ve thought about much more than just that.”

Sasha’s lips were back on yours, her mouth making up for wasted time. You had felt this way about her for as long as you’ve been her friend, and for just as long, she’s felt the exact same way. And finally, months longer than you’d have liked, Sasha is actually kissing you.

Sasha removes her hand from yours and instead brings them to your sides. She feels her way up your hips and ribs, her fingers gently tickling the skin she touches. Her fingertips play with the hem of your shirt and the waist of your shorts, teasing you with the idea of her removing your clothes from your body.

You moved your arms around her neck and brought her face closer to yours. Her tongue was warm when it swooped into your mouth, licking across the roof of your mouth in one swift movement. Her tongue was so warm and arousing in fact that she drew a soft gasp from your mouth which only encouraged her further.

Sasha’s hands found your hips just before you rolled up on your knee, now straddling her lap. You were in the same position as earlier, sitting gently on her hips as you lean downward towards her face. But, instead of carefully applying eyeliner to her eyelids, you now kissed Sasha so roughly that your front teeth chattered against her front teeth.

Sasha ran her hands over your hips and ass, touching the places she had wanted to, but didn’t, touch earlier. Her fingers moved gently against your thighs, digging her nails into the plush skin. Her hands pressed onward, hellbent on finding their ways under the bottoms of your sleep shorts.

You let out a short gasp when you felt Sasha’s smooth fingers find the soft fabric of your panties. She grinned once she felt your surprise and whispered into your mouth.

“Did I shock you?” Sasha asked with a smile, “Did you expect me not to touch you when you’re on top of me like this?”

You breathlessly mumbled against her mouth, “‘Guess I didn’t expect you to be so determined.”

“Let me show you just how determined I am.”

Sasha pulled on the bottom of your shirt and you raised your arms, letting her remove the fabric from your body. Sasha throws the shirt to the ground, taking in the new sight in front of her - you sitting on top of her in only your sleep shorts and panties. Sasha had seen you in a bikini and even in your bra plenty of times but nothing could have prepared her for how beautiful with a bare chest.

You leaned down and pecked Sasha before your mouth traveled past her mouth and down her body. You kissed her jaw, the side of her neck, and behind her ear. The kisses that you left on Sasha’s skin tickled her body, causing her to let out breathy pants and soft giggles from between her lips.

Sasha arched her back towards you before suddenly switching positions with you. She pushed you onto the bed beside her, your back now against the comforter you were formerly lying underneath. Sasha sat above you, leaning back on her calves on the right side of your legs.

Sasha quickly pulled her shirt from her body, throwing it thoughtlessly to the ground. You reached towards her, placing your hands gently against the smooth skin of her stomach. Your fingers slowly made their ways up her ribs and to her chest, letting your fingertips rub gentle shapes into the sensitive skin of her tits.

Sasha bent down towards you, pressing her lips to yours as your hands continued to palm her. Sasha moaned into your mouth in between kisses, feeling herself growing hotter with every second your hands were on her. Sasha moved an inch back from your lips, whispering heavily into your mouth.

“Can I taste you?” Sasha came back in for another kiss.

You nodded against her face, “Yes, please.”

Sasha moved back onto her calves, smiling down at you for a second before moving her hands to the waist of your shorts. She pulled your sleep shorts down your thighs and legs, shoving them off of the bed and out of the way.

Sasha moved in between your legs, wrapping her hands around your body before leaning down. She spread a kissing trail from your navel down to the waistband of your panties. And once she reached your panties, she looked up at you - silently asking for permission to proceed.

“Please.” That one word came out in a desperate squeak.

Sasha giggled into your body, “‘You really that excited for me?”

Sasha slowly pulled your panties down your legs, tossing them to the floor as well. You felt the heartbeat between your legs pound as Sasha kissed slowly down your leg: a peck to your ankle, to your calf, to the side of your knee, to the inside of your thigh and finally to the most sensitive skin right beside her destination.

A loud moan erupted from your mouth when Sasha’s mouth found the place you needed her most. Her tongue licked against the slick that had collected in the area, drinking it into her mouth which only caused you to create more. Sasha’s mouth moved expertly between your legs, her tongue moving itself in and out and around your entrance.

You arched your back into the air as Sasha’s hands moved from your back to your ass and hips. She moved her fingers against your hips bones, squeezing the skin and pulling your body closer to her mouth until your thighs were practically suffocating her. But, Sasha didn’t stop, the possibility of death only encouraged her further - Sasha supposed if she had to die anywhere, she’d prefer to die between your thighs and tongue deep in your pussy.

Deep within your folds, Sasha used her tongue to write the same thing over and over again. Silently communicating with you through her movements, and even marking the area as her own. S-A-S-H-A, her tongue spelled out her name for you, each time driving you closer and closer to your orgasm, S-A-S-H-A.

You felt your legs shake on either side of Sasha’s face, your whole body jumping with arousal. You pushed your fingers into Sasha’s hair, fisting the strands into your palm in an attempt to alleviate the pressure growing in your stomach. Sasha moaned into your pussy, aroused by the idea of just how much pleasure she was giving you.

The growing pressure in your stomach started spreading to your entire body, causing your hips to buck forward from your impending orgasm. You pushed Sasha’s face deeper into your body, silently influencing her to continue exactly what she was doing. All it took was one more swoop of her tongue and you were unraveling into her mouth.

Sasha licked up every single drop of wetness, slowly bringing you back down from your high. Sasha sat up from between your legs, looking at you from where she sat on her calves. She grinned at you, her chin and cheeks drenched in what remained of your orgasm.

“So,” Sasha said with a large smile, “How was that?”

You giggled breathlessly into your hands, suddenly feeling the need to cover your face. All you could remember was just how loud you got while she was between your legs, the room echoed with the sounds of every moan that came from between your lips. You felt embarrassed by just how much you enjoyed Sasha’s tongue because what if she now knew how much you like her?

Sasha’s hands gently removed your palms from your face. You looked intently into her eyes and cursed just how deeply the other girl knew you. She’s your best friend and a good one at that, of course she can read the embarrassment written so obviously across your face.

“Hey,” Sasha said delicately, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, babe. I enjoyed it just as much as you did.”

You sighed, “How about I give you something to enjoy? Wanna’ let me return the favor?”

“Oh?” Sasha raised a single eyebrow at you. “Hell yeah.”

You pushed Sasha into the bed the same way she had to you. You placed your thigh between her legs, pressing down into her before giving her a passionate kiss. Sasha groaned against your lips which only encouraged you to give her just as much pleasure she gave you. You stayed up all night with her, your lips against her lips and your thigh between her legs as you drank down every moan she gave you until the sun eventually came up on the other side of your bedroom window.