CAN I JUST SAY I DIDN'T MEAN TO REVIEW ON MY OWN STORY I WAS TESTING SOMETHING OUT AND NOW I CANT REMOVE IT UGH IF THERE'S A WAY SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME
Disclaimer: Don't do this as often as I used to…all rights go to the creators of Pitch Perfect
WARNING: NSFW HAHA
SMUTTTTTTTT due to popular demand ;)
Detention
(I literally wrote half of this in the back of my car on my way back from a bra shop (with my mum driving…so risky...the things I do for you guys) which I think is even dirtier than WRITING this shit hahaha))
"Welcome to Detention."
"Chlo-"
"You call me Miss Beale or your punishment will be more severe. Do you understand?" Chloe said, her voice so demanding that all Beca could do was nod and draw in another shaky breath.
"Good. Now, Mitchell, you have been a very bad girl and you need to be punished. So here is how it's going to go: I am going to spank your naughty ass for as long as I see fit, and then I will fuck you to the point where you won't be able to speak because you will have lost your voice from all the screams of my name. If you say a swear word, I stop. Do you understand?"
Beca gulped, biting her lip as she stared into Chloe's practically black eyes through hooded lids. "Y-Yes Miss Beale."
Chloe strutted –giving her wife a lovely view of her ass- over to the whiteboard where she wrote detention in large, red letters, underlining it before slamming the pen down, spinning on her heel and glaring at Beca. The music producer hardly had any time to breathe before Chloe smashed her lips into hers, running her hands through chocolate locks. To her surprise, Beca got over the shock quite quickly and immediately deepened the kiss, allowing Chloe's tongue to go exploring as she wrapped her arms around her neck.
Not wanting to dillydally, she reached behind the girl and lifted her up, Beca instinctively wrapping her legs around the redhead's waist, before slamming her into the wall, making Beca groan. Chloe broke their kiss, pressing light feather kisses up her wife's neck, said wife squirming at the lightness of her touch, and reaching her ear she roughly tugged on her earlobe, earning a small moan.
"I am gonna fuck you so hard." Chloe groaned, emphasising the word fuck.
Beca shuddered slightly, biting her lip. She knew she was entering dangerous territory with her next words, but she was willing to take the risk. "Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk, Beale,"
Chloe growled, sucking on a piercing. "Are you calling me cheap, Mitchell? And what did I say about calling me Miss Beale?"
Beca smirked, swallowing the loud moan she knew was coming. "Not cheap necessarily, but you're all talk, why don't you put some of that talk into practice?"
Chloe flipped them round so that she now had her back against the wall, roughly yanking on the younger girl's hair and exposing her neck, loving the whimper she got out of her. "How dare you."
Beca couldn't help the moan that escaped when Chloe sucked on her pulse point, definitely hard enough to draw a hickey, clawing at the wall behind Chloe in an attempt to hold onto something.
"Get ready to count."
"Coun-ah!" Beca yelped as she felt a sharp sting on her left ass cheek, her nails digging into the teacher's shoulders at the pain.
"Not exactly the number one I was looking for, but close enough." Chloe said huskily, slapping the girl's right cheek.
"T-Two!" Beca squeaked, burying her face into Chloe's neck.
Smack! "Three," Smack! "Four!" Smack! Smack! "Five, S-Six!"
The brunette's pain soon turned to pleasure as she felt the heat gushing to her core again and again after every smack, and she began to moan and whimper out the numbers, louder and louder with every passing hit, practically rocking her ass into Chloe's hand. Chloe smirked; she could already smell her wife's arousal from a mile away. Once she had done twenty spanks, Beca was shaking against her with need, panting. Chloe massaged her ass cheeks, pressing kisses to her neck. Beca moaned again, and she was just about to speak when Chloe dropped her to the floor.
"Right, Mitchell. That's your punishment done, now for the rest of detention you will sit in silence and do your essay."
"Wh-What?" Beca whimpered out incredulously, leaning against the wall as she tried to lower her heart rate. "Done? M-Miss Beale, please…"
"Please what, Mitchell? You have had your punishment." Chloe said strictly, turning and sitting down at her desk, putting on her reading glasses, the pair she knew Beca constantly drooled over.
"I-I need you, now!" Beca said desperately.
"You need to get your throbbing ass into your seat, Mitchell, now."
Beca let out a small whine-like cry, shakily making her way over to the front row and dropping into the seat right in front of her wife's desk. Chloe got up and, giving Beca the sternest look she could muster, placed a sheet of paper and a pen in front of her. Beca began to squirm and rock in her chair, desperate for some sort of relief.
"Stop moving." Chloe ordered, walking back to her desk (and Beca was sure she was putting in that extra sway of her hips just to torture her).
Beca bit her lip, grabbing the pen and positioning it above the paper before looking up. "What am I writing about?"
Chloe pointed to the board, and the brunette twisted her neck to see what it said.
"Why I deserve to be pleasured." She muttered agonizingly, letting out a long breath before giving the teacher her biggest pout.
"Chl-Miss Beale." She began. "I can't write this, please, I beg you to punish me some more,"
"I am doing exactly that, Mitchell, now get on because if you don't write at least half a page there will be nothing for you for the next two weeks."
Beca squeaked, writing the title and beginning the essay in her messy scrawl. She wrote a whole page in fifteen minutes, despite claiming many times to Chloe that she was absolute shit at English at school (which Chloe could hardly believe at first as her father was literally an English professor). What was quite funny was that at certain points of her essay Beca would let out a moan, or a slight whimper as she tried to discreetly rock on her chair. Although, Chloe was skeptical that the DJ had written to the best of her abilities – upon reading the first two lines there were a few easy spelling mistakes and the writing was bigger than Beca's normal writing, but she didn't dwell.
Standing up, Chloe walked around her desk to perch herself on the wood and read Beca's essay out loud.
"Why I Deserved to be Pleasured, by Beca Mitchell. I think that I deserve to be pleasered because I have been a good girl and I haven't sworn and I've called my teacher by her proper maden name. I am socked – socked, Mitchell, really?" Chloe asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Chlo-Miss Beale, I am in a very vulnerable state and my spelling won't be on point."
"Very well then." Chloe said with a sigh and continued reading "and in need of relief and the only person who can give me what I want is Miss Beale. She has the skills of a sex goddess and she's already started, now I need her to finish me off. I swear I will scream out her name and do everything she wants me too. Please, Miss Beale! I love Miss Beale, and I hope Miss Beale doesn't mark me down for going off topic. I want to get full marks so that Miss Beale can bend me over and fuck me over her desk and punish me like the bad girl I've been, because even with full marks it is not enough for Miss Beale. I want Miss Beale to eat me out and make me moan, I want Miss Beale to make me scream her name as I come hard on her fingers…" Chloe took a deep, shaky breath as she tried her hardest not to imagine everything Beca had written. "I want Miss Beale to slam me into the wall, claim me and fuck me hard and fast, and then I want to return the favour. I need Miss Beale, I need her to make me shriek so loud that not even these sound-proof walls can contain the sounds I make. I need Miss…fuck, Mitchell," Chloe moaned, not trusting herself enough to be able to finish reading without ripping the brunette's pants off and doing every single thing listed in her essay.
Beca re-positioned herself so she was straddling her chair, legs wide open as she stared at the teacher. She bent over to rest her forearms on the desk, giving the redhead a reasonable view of her cleavage. She smirked as she saw Chloe gulp, if Chloe wasn't going to give her what she wanted, then she was going to have to get it herself.
"Was my essay okay, Miss?" She asked innocently, biting her lip as she seduced her wife.
Chloe cleared her throat. "It was very repetitive and you used too many clauses, not to mention you spelt easy words incorrectly. I give this essay a B, and that's me being nice, you really do deserve a B- at average."
Beca pouted at the low grade. "Were my…descriptions not enough for you, Miss Beale? Would you like me to describe them more vividly? Or maybe I could show you what I meant," She said.
"What do you think you can do to make your essay better, apart from show me your descriptions?"
Chloe snapped when she saw Beca discreetly bring two fingers up to her mouth, sticking her tongue out and slowly wiggling it about as she pretended to think, slamming the paper down onto her desk and stalking over to Beca, straddling her and slowly grinding her hips in circles above hers. Beca started to moan, but it was muffled by her wife smashing their lips together, talking in between kisses.
"You *kiss* don't *kiss* know *kiss* how *kiss* fucking *kiss* sexy *kiss* you are *kiss* babe."
Beca whimpered, bucking her hips up to meet Chloe's. "Pl-plea-se," She moaned, her voice breaking in pleasure (and Chloe hadn't even touched her yet).
"Oh, I'll give you what you want, Beca. But what's sex without a little teasing first?"
Beca groaned, but she knew that really she would benefit from all the teasing when she finally gets to come. Chloe hummed, halting her movements and slowly peeling off the brunette's jacket, tossing it away. She peppered kisses over every spot of bare skin she could get to, smirking to herself when Beca began to pant in anticipation. She got a loud moan out of the DJ whilst she sucked at her collarbone, nipping slightly at the bare skin. Beca gripped tightly onto her wife's shoulders, biting her lip hard in an attempt not to make any more incriminating sounds as Chloe lifted up her tank top to trail kisses on her toned abs.
"Off." Chloe growled, gesturing to the top. Beca hastily threw the top off, pulling Chloe closer so her boobs were pressed up against the redhead's. She smiled at the soft moan she heard leave Chloe's lips before capturing her lips in her own, gnawing at her bottom lip.
Chloe moaned again before pulling away, albeit rather unwillingly. "No. I am fucking you,"
She reached behind the younger girl, unhooking her black lace bra with one hand and letting it fall to the floor. Beca arched her back, pushing her boobs out, desperate for Chloe to touch her. Instead, Chloe got up off her wife and crossed her arms.
"Wha-" Beca began, but she was cut off immediately.
"Stand up." Chloe commanded, resisting the urge to smirk as Beca immediately got up, so forcefully that her perky breasts bounced slightly.
Chloe slowly walked around so she was behind Beca, gripping her waist and, pulling her in so she was pressed right up against her wife, she sucked and licked at her neck and shoulder, making Beca gasp. She was so engrossed in the feeling that she hardly noticed Chloe's hands creeping up until they were firmly cupping her breasts.
"Just do it, please," Beca moaned, throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes shut.
"Do what, Beca?"
"Touch me." She whimpered, and just as Chloe was beginning to squeeze her softly, there was a knock at the door.
Beca let out a quiet sob, before twisting round to look at Chloe, hissing "Who is that?"
Chloe shrugged. "Hide!" She whispered, quickly picking up Beca's clothes and throwing them behind her desk.
Beca huffed, scrambling underneath Chloe's desk and out of sight. She curled up into a ball and squeezed her eyes shut, as if doing so would make her disappear completely.
Chloe ran over, fixing her hair and clothes as she did so, and opened the door to see Leonie and Katie smiling at her.
"Hi girls," Chloe said with a smile, trying her best not to sound too husky and sex-driven.
"Hello Miss," Katie grinned.
"Mrs," Leonie corrected her with a roll of her eyes.
"Oh, right,"
"Was there anything you two needed?" Chloe asked, the faster they spoke the faster they left and the faster she could go back to torturing the hell out of her wife.
"We just came to tell you that we gave Taylor a little tour and we dropped her off at Principal Posen's office. We stayed with them for a little while but my parents want me home because we're supposed to be going out for dinner later," Katie said, unaware that her long message was definitely not appreciated by her teacher.
"Awes! Did she have fun?" Chloe said, leaning against the doorframe.
"Yeah, she did. She's so cute!" Leonie squealed, and Katie joined in.
Chloe grinned at this. "She really is…I mean, I'm a little biased but both Beca and I think she is the most adorable thing we've ever seen…totes biased…"
The freshmen giggled. "Where's Beca? We wanted to say a proper goodbye before we left,"
"She's, um, gone to the bathroom." Chloe lied quickly, happy that she didn't stall long enough for it to be suspicious.
"Oh, okay, well, tell her we said bye!" Katie smiled. She could sense that their teacher was lying, her understanding of emotional intelligence was through the roof, and she could see that this was a bad time for whatever reason, so she decided to just drag herself and Leonie away so Chloe could get back to whatever she had been doing.
"See you on Monday, girls!" Chloe nodded, giving them one last smile before closing the door and locking it.
She giggled as she saw her (naked from waist up) wife crawl from out underneath the desk and stand up with a heavy sigh.
"Jesus Christ, I thought they'd never go." Beca said, running a hand through her, already tousled, locks.
Instead of replying to the girl, Chloe rushed over and –completely lust-driven —shoved Beca into her desk, the small of her back coming into contact with it, making Beca hiss. She attacked her skin, trailing kisses and lovebites once again down from the top of her neck to her breasts. When Chloe got to her collarbone Beca couldn't take it anymore.
"Chloe I swear if you don't touch me right now then I will." She growled loudly, guiding the older girl's hands to her breasts. Chloe giggled slightly, watching the rise of her chest with every pant before gently cupping her boobs. Beca whined, pushing herself against her wife, but Chloe was having none of it.
"What's wrong, Becs? I'm touching you, just like you told me too," She smirked innocently, ignoring the way Beca kept trying to get her to do something, anything, with her hands.
"I-I can't take it…Chloe…please!" She begged, arching her back even further.
Chloe decided to take pity on the younger girl, she'd done everything she had been told to so far, and she deserved some sort of relief. Chloe lifted the brunette up onto her desk and took an erect nipple into her mouth, sucking and licking at it whilst her right hand was playing with Beca's left boob. Beca threw her head back and moaned, threading her hands through the teacher's ginger locks. Smirking at the reactions she was getting, Chloe moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment before roughly biting down.
"SHIT!" Beca gasped out, gripping onto her wife's hair and tugging slightly.
Chloe pulled away completely and looked at Beca sternly. "What have I told you?"
"I-If I say a s-swear word, you stop," Beca whimpered reluctantly, her eyes widening as she realised her mistake.
"And what did you just do?"
"I swore in pleasure. I'm sorry." She said desperately, hoping that if she just accepted her wrongdoings Chloe would go back to what she had been doing.
"Now you must be punished so you know not to do it again. Lie down." Chloe said, sweeping everything off of her desk and giggling slightly as it all came crashing down to the floor. Beca lay down on the wood, biting her lip anxiously as she watched Chloe strip down to nothing but her bra.
Chloe crawled on top of her wife, smirking down at her. She sat on Beca's waist, both of them moaning slightly at the drag of Chloe's wet cunt on the DJ. Chloe slowly began to unbutton and unzip Beca's jeans, the girl squirming underneath her slightly.
"What are you doing?" Beca managed to get out.
"Giving you what you want." Chloe said huskily.
"What's the…the catch?"
"Same rules apply, but if you cum without my permission, we start this whole thing again." She grinned.
Beca gulped, taking a deep breath as her jeans were yanked down to her ankles, along with her panties. Chloe began to trace patters up the inside of her thigh, getting dangerously close to her heated core, before going back the way she came. Beca started to buck her hips as she felt herself getting even wetter. Slowly and surely, Chloe eventually found her way to Beca's soaked folds, running her finger through with a smirk as she watched the brunette intently for her reaction. Beca gasped and arched her back at the feeling of finally having Chloe where she needed her. The redhead took two fingers and began to rub light circles around her clit, pressing harder every time. She continued to look at her wife, frowning when she saw her biting her lip and whimpering quietly in an attempt to contain any sounds.
"I want to hear you, Miss Mitchell. Stop holding back."
Beca opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a throaty groan as Chloe pinched her clit. She trailed her fingers lower until she was rubbing directly over Beca's heated sex. Beca began to let out short, quick pants, exhaling a different noise each time as she did so, eyes rolling to the back of her head. After a few moments of the teasing, she couldn't bear it any longer and tried to push Chloe's hand down with her own, only to get it slapped away and then both her wrists pinned swiftly above her head.
"Please…Chlo," Beca whined.
Looking infuriated, Chloe ducked down and bit Beca's swollen bud, sucking down even harder as she heard and felt Beca scream in pleasure. "It's Miss Beale." She growled against the girl. Beca found it hard to resist the urge to run her fingers through her fiery locks, knowing that if she tried to make Chloe go faster it would only slow her down.
"Sorry!" She gasped.
"You will be." Chloe mumbled, grinning at the fact she had so easily turned her wife into a writhing, whimpering hot mess.
She tried to continue teasing Beca longer, but her scent was unbearably inviting. She licked up her folds, both girls moaning at the feel. Chloe lapped up the sweetness gushing out of her core, humming at the taste whilst she had to practically hold Beca's hips down to keep her from moving so much. Wanting to hear another scream erupt from the shorter girl, Chloe roughly plunged two fingers deep into her sex, smirking as Beca's whole body jerked at the impact.
"Chloe!" Her scream turned into a desperate moan when as soon as the pleasure was given to her it was taken away again. She whimpered helplessly as her wife crawled up her body, leaving a trail of kisses before propping herself up on all fours and glaring down at Beca through narrowed eyes.
"Miss Mitchell…" She tutted huskily, straddling her and rolling her hips into the brunette's, making her whine. "You're not improving your grade in any way. You're making it worse. I am going to tell you one more time; if you call me anything other than Miss Beale, I'm going to make you wish you'd never chosen my class in the first place. Have I made myself clear, Mitchell?"
"Crystal." Beca whispered, gasping as her teacher started grinding down on her.
"Your assignment last week was to recite Shakespeare. It's not due until next week, but I'm sure you'll want the extra help to get that grade from a B+ to an A- wouldn't you, Mitchell?"
"Wh-What are you s-saying, Miss Beale?" Beca said, now resisting the urge to grin at the fact she managed to get out a sentence without moaning.
"Recite, Mitchell. Now."
The panic began to rise through Beca, starting deep in her stomach (but she wasn't quite sure how much of that panic was just arousal). She only knew two pieces of Shakespeare, but she wasn't confident in being able to recite either with Chloe, clad only in a red lace bra, grinding down on her as she did so.
"Could you…stop that, please," She asked, not trusting herself to look at Chloe and instead casting her eyes up at the ceiling.
"Stop what, Mitchell? This?" she ground down harder, making Beca moan.
"Y-Yes!" She gasped out, although it wasn't so much that she was saying yes to Chloe's question…more to her actions.
"No."
A few moments passed, filled with Beca's lust-filled moans and Chloe's pants. Beca looked down, whimpering as she saw and felt her wife's juices actually run down her leg and drip from her pussy onto Beca's hips.
"I'm waiting, Mitchell." Chloe reminded her, struggling to contain her sounds now.
"My Mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun.
Coral is far more red than her lips red
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun,
If hairs be wired, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in her perfume is there more delight
Than of the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I long to hear her speak, yet well I know.
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My Mistress, when she walks on the ground
And yet, by heavens, I think my love is rare,
Than any she belied with false compare." Beca recited. She started of shaky, doing her best to remember and recite without making any other noises as she did so.
"Is that the best you can do? You missed out a word and said wired. It's wires." Chloe criticized, although watching Beca recite one of her favourite poems underneath her in such a compromising position turned her on even more. She shifted between Beca's legs and ground down once again, only this time her pussy was pressed flush against Beca's. Beca cried out, her hips immediately thrusting up to meet her partner's. They both moaned loudly as they slid against each other in perfect unison. Though she was practically shaking, Beca managed to unclasp the ginger's bra, clawing at her toned back as she felt the beginning of an orgasm rising within her. Chloe groaned, leaning down and capturing her wife's lips in a searing kiss.
"Y-You taste like…me," Beca mumbled against her lips, deepening the kiss.
Chloe smirked, falling further forward so their boobs were touching, hardened nubs pressed against each other in the most pleasurable way imaginable. Beca pulled away from the kiss for some much needed oxygen, instead whimpering against Chloe's shoulder and wrapping her legs around her waist, trying to pull the older girl impossible closer. Her mouth formed a perfect O as she moaned at the contact.
Chloe was surprised and proud that Beca hadn't broken the roleplay properly yet. She thought that enough was enough; she'd been teasing her for over an hour and Beca deserved relief.
"Baby, you've done so well. You can swear whenever you want, touch me wherever you want, call me whatever you want and come when you want to." Chloe panted out, nibbling on Beca's earlobe softly. She slowed down her thrusts when she began to speak, but realised this was a mistake once Beca's nails scratched roughly into her back, enough to draw blood.
"CHLOE DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING STOP!" Beca yelled, screaming out another profanity.
Chloe sped up, her hips moving at a pace that even surprised herself. She could tell Beca was nearing the edge when her moans became loud enough to be classified as shouts, her panting became thinner but heavier at the same time. She began to hit a certain point, a point that got Beca moving and squirming like crazy and caused Chloe's breath to hitch. The brunette began to make different desperate sounds as they continued to rock against each other.
"Uhh! S-So clo-se!" Beca cried, wrapping her arms around Chloe's waist in a vice-like grip.
"Don't hold back, baby." Chloe panted, letting out a deep guttural moan before looking straight into the brunette's eyes. "Come for me."
Beca's whole body arched as she heard all that she needed to hear to reach the finish line. She clamped down on her wife's shoulder in a failed attempt to contain her pleasure-filled screams as she finally came hard, squirting her juices out and looking as if she was about to cry at the intensity of it all. Her eyes were screwed shut and all she could see was white, the overwhelming feeling of finally cumming and feeling the pleasure shoot through her body, from her head to her toes, it was almost as if it was blinding her. She shrieked out Chloe's name, slurred with expletives as she rode out her seemingly never-ending orgasm. Watching Beca come undone and squirting made Chloe feel like she was in heaven, and she screamed too, shooting out her load messily, and she was so close to Beca that she practically came inside of her, and the feel of Chloe's body convulsing against her own built in with the other girl's juices inside of her in her post-orgasmic state sent Beca moaning into another small orgasm almost immediately after the first.
They rode out their climaxes with moans that gradually decreased in volume, until Chloe collapsed against her wife, bodies flush with sweat. Beca wasn't doing a very good job of catching her breath by whimpering, eyes still closed as she processed what had just happened.
After ten minutes of just lying there and slowly regaining energy, Beca found the strength to open her eyes and was met with her wife's bright blue orbs, considerably less darker than they'd been for the last hour.
"That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had." Beca said slowly, still breathless. She'd almost lost her voice (which was exactly what Chloe said would happen). "You're fucking crazy, you know that? Fucking insane."
Chloe grinned. "You squirted."
Beca let out a breathy laugh. "Exactly. Only a crazy teacher like you could get me to do that."
"It was the hottest thing I've ever seen, Becs," Chloe said in adoration.
Beca blushed, lacing her fingers with Chloe's and sighing contently. A few moments passed before Chloe spoke up again.
"Ready for round two?"
A loud laugh erupted from the brunette at the question, shaking her head in disbelief. "Yep. Fucking insane."
A/N: I think it's safe to say that this is the craziest thing I've ever written in my entire life.
Agh that was so hard to write! I was stuck so many times! How was it? Did you guys like it?
Also I fucking love/hate myself; I was writing from 'Her scream turned into a desperate moan when as soon as the pleasure…' to 'Beca cried out, her hips immediately thrusting…' sitting at my dining room table at 10pm eating a croissant and listening to Often and Earned it by the Weekend. Like what am I? I'm sorry but I just find that so hilarious I'm probably the only one Idek why it's just hilarious hahaha or maybe it's because it's 11pm and im sleep deprived
Scratch that its 12am haha
I don't think I've ever used so many … in a chapter omg
REVIEWS
Freddita: Aww, you're welcome! But remember I make sure to read every single review, so I will always always always read your comment! Haha so will I to be honest, let's see when it comes up xD Yeahhh sorry about that I try as hard as I can but writers block hits me hard most of the time haha. And thank you! I'm sorry you prefer the ones with Taylor, this is technically a Taylor chapter but I feel kinda weird writing their four year old daughter in after an immense amount of smut so . But next chapter will feature Tay as well ;) Is this soonish? I don't really know…I hope it is :)
xcombigirlx: YESSS AS ALWAYS THAT IS MY GOAL! Yeah that bit got me pretty hard haha I had to really dig around for those insults and even then they could have been a lot better and probably more personal but :/ Yay! I thought of it a little while ago, and to be honest I was going to do it as an oneshot but I realised how well it would actually fit in with this story so I'm so so happy that you liked that chapter! Hope you enjoyed all the smutty smut in this…it was my first time writing smut….was it okay?
Justforfun28: There ya go haha! Did you like it?
Also "reach the finish line" that was for my own personal enjoyment I laughed so hard oh my god I was trying to think of what I could say and that kept popping into my head im crying I cant
And yeah Chloe's got quite a big desk lmao
AND GUYS IMMA UPDATE TOMORROW BECAUSE I'VE ACTUALLY FINISHED THE CHAPTER THAT COMES AFTER THIS GO ME SO GET READY IT'S GONNA BE CRAY CRAYYYYY
