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

Switchin' Them Positions (Lerrie)

*Converted

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Perrie

We sat on her comfortable couch, cuddling while sharing nachos that Leigh made. The movie on the screen was something neither of us heard before, but the summary seemed interesting.

So far, it is, but it's hard to focus.

Reason?

Petal thought it was a good idea to kiss softly on my neck while we watch. To distract myself, I continue to eat the nachos and kept my expression blank.

Giving the impression that I was unfazed... but Lord knows I'm not.

She then puts her left hand on the other side of my neck, making her kisses harder. I let out a deep breath, my eyelids fluttering slightly. I pop a nacho in my mouth, trying my hardest to ignore her.

She soon pulls away and I hear her make this noise that says she's fed up. I glance her way, seeing the familiar look in her eyes. I raise a brow, "Weren't you the one that told me I was the one with sex on the brain 24/7?"

"I never said that. I said that it's always sex with you." She says matter-of-factly.

I lick my lips and set the bowl on the table in front of us. I prop my elbow on my leg with my fist to my temple, looking at her. I give her a look that makes her shrink submissively.

I take my other hand a take a hold of her chin, running my thumb along her bottom lip. "Be patient, m'kay, Princess?" I tell her more than ask her. She nods slowly then does something that catches me by surprise.

She takes my finger into her mouth while looking me dead in the eyes. I'd be lying if I said that didn't get me riled up.

I feel her warm, wet tongue swirl around my digit before sucking lightly on it. The feeling was new and pretty arousing. When she releases it, I huff out a breath while flaring my nostrils.

She then smiles big and stands from her spot, "I'm gonna go get something to drink. Want anything?" When she starts for the kitchen, I stand as well. "Leigh-Anne," I say dominantly, making her turn her head.

The look on her face was like before; submissive. I curl my finger at her wordlessly. She returns to me, fiddling with her fingers.

When she comes close enough, I grab the front of her shirt. She gasps when I pull her to me, now breast to breast.

"You want me to behave while you're misbehaving. Now, that's not very fair, is it, pet?" She shakes her head slowly. I hum, releasing her shirt.

"Go upstairs. You better be as bare as the day you were born when I get up there. Understand?" She gets this little glint in her eyes before taking the hem of her shirt and peeling it off.

I look down to see that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She tosses the clothing on the couch, looking at me in defiance. "What if I wanna do it right here?"

"Because I said so," I all but growl out. She smiles seductively, "Gonna need a better reason than that, babe."

I grab her wrist and spin her around, pressing my front to her back. Her breath hitches and she lets out a little moan. I put my lips to her ear and whisper, "Don't fuck with me, Princess."