Smuts (ft. Female Artists I Wanna Make Babies With 🥺💦)

Just Another Smoke Sesh (Jade/You)

*Converted from my notes. More info at the end💦
**Excuse mistakes, it's a long one...

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"Do you think stars have feelings?"

"Hm, they could," I shrug.

"Would they be good feelings or bad feelings?"

"...That's a good question."

Her and I were laying down on her floor staring at the ceiling and passing a blunt back and forth.

There was music playing faintly in the background with the lights dimmed to a perfect setting.

She was laying down normally while I was laying sideways with my head on her slightly exposed stomach.

She wore a hat when she answered the door for me an hour ago; it's on my head now. Her jacket was laid out on her bean bag chair along with my backpack I carry everywhere.

"I'd hope it's good. People wish on them a lot," I offer, passing the blunt to her. "True," she says, taking it from me. "What about clouds, though?"

I rub my chin in a ponderous way, humming. "I'd say... yes. Mainly because I've seen Encanto, and shawty girl's aunt's mood controlled the weather," I say, turning my head to look at her.

She sits up on her elbows with the blunt between her lips. Her hair flowed down in lengthy, braided strands.

It's honestly very attractive.

She takes a hit then gives it back, blowing smoke into my face. I scrunch my nose playfully before taking a hit myself.

"I guess it makes sense then," she says and I nod, blowing smoke through my nostrils. We sit in silence for a second before bursting into a giggle fit.

Today was a match day so we mixed our weed strains and I'm feeling fucking fantastic.

I sit up all the way, take another hit then pass it to her. "So, what are we in the mood for?"

"Food wise or activity wise?" I ask and with a snicker she says, "Boffum." I chuckle along since I'm high as fuck and this one is fucking hilarious. She puts out the blunt and my mind switched into something different.

Though, the longer I looked at her, the more my body started doing things. I would say it's not normal because this is how it always happens.

We get high, eat, chill, do or talk about random shit while smoking, fuck, repeat. Not necessarily always in that order.

Through it all, we're making dirty jokes and flirting with each other until the tension gets to a "two minutes away from actually fucking" level.

Sometimes we satisfy our mutual desires, sometimes we just tease each other. It's all in fun with no strings, terms or conditions.

"I can think of something that'll both feed and entertain me," I say knowingly and she gets that familiar sexy glint in her eye.

"What is it?" I grin with a soft laugh, my brow raised, "What I've been saying all day."

"Mm, you've said a lot. Gotta elaborate, babe," she flashes playful dimples and I squint at her. "You need me to elaborate on wanting my face to be wherever you're sitting?" I asked rhetorically.

She leans in and bites my lip with a cute little snarl.

"No, I just like hearing you say it," she says and I hum sarcastically before pushing her on her back. I instantly put my knee between her legs like usual and went to mark her neck like always.

"Of course I gotta work you up," I husk in her ear and her breath hitches when I add pressure to her core. "As you should," she giggles, sighing when I nibbled on her heated flesh.