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

Mile High Club (Lerrie G!P)

We were on a plane on our way to Madrid; it was pretty late, maybe 2am, and I was the only one up. Perrie had her head on my shoulder, lightly snoring in my ear.

I lay my head on top of hers and closed my eyes to try and sleep. I was close to falling asleep until she starts making soft, shaky noises. In the 8 and a half years I've been with this woman, I know she's having a good dream.

With our busy schedules with rehearsals and things, we haven't been very intimate. When we try to, we're always interrupted. It's frustrating because I lowkey, high key wanna get her pregnant again.

Seeing her all swollen up never failed to turn me on. And her libido was amazing; I'm surprised I managed to last the first round. After that, I could barely keep up.

Now, something else is up.

"Mm," she hums next to me, squirming a bit in her seat. "Babe," I shake her gently. She stills and sighs in her slumber. I move away from her, causing her to whine and open her eyes when she realizes her pillow's gone.

"You were having a wet dream," I tell her as she stretches a bit. "Why didya wake me up?" She asks in a groggy voice. I smirk, saying nothing. She glances at my lap and cocks a brow, "Leigh, no."

"Why not?" I groan.

"We almost got caught last time, that's why not," she says. "You know you want to," I say in a lower octave as my hand crept up her thigh. She glances down then back at me, "You know that I do."

I start rubbing up and down slowly, and she grabs my wrist. "No, we're gonna get caught," she breathes out. "Not if you're quiet," I lean in and kiss her neck, eliciting a small moan from her. "Try to be as quiet as possible, yeah?" I say in her ear before licking the soft spot behind it.

"Mm," she keens as my hand goes right to the waistband of her sweatpants. I get right to it, collecting her nectar and massaging her swollen little nub.

The contact made her shoot up in ecstasy, and I hurriedly cover her mouth and bring her back down to her seat.

She squeezes my wrist with a sharp, high gasp, "Fuck."

"Shh, baby. If you can't keep quiet, I'm gonna stop," she shakes her head frantically, grinding her hips on my hand. "No, don't stop," she whispers hotly before connecting our lips.

I draw small circles on her excited, throbbing button. She lets out a shaky breath and bites my lip. "Ah," I wince in pain before she slips her tongue into my mouth. I let her take over while I draw steady Ws across her clit.

"Shit!" She squeaks a little too loud and I quickly cover her mouth with my hand. "Shh," I tell her and her hold on my wrist tightens. She nods, sloppily reattaching our lips. I change my pace to tight circles, writing my name. Her chest was heaving and her paradise was dripping.

I slowly cease my movements and she lets out a little whine. She starts humping my hand fervently, panting with her bottom lip kept prisoner in her teeth. "Control yourself, baby girl," I say dominantly and she reluctantly stops her feverish gyrations.

"I need you to be very quiet. Can you do that for me?" She nods her head, taking her right hand to pull me in for a passionate kiss. I had to suppress a moan myself at how intoxicating her lips are. How out of breath and needy she is. How her clit spasms against my fingertip, begging for attention.

I'm so painstakingly hard that I just might bust.

"Please," she whines low enough for me to hear. I swipe up some of her slippery juices and press my messy digits on her button. She jumps, eyes rolling back until all I saw were white. "Like that?" She trembles, taking a fistful of my hair.

"I-In-Inside," she pants out, grinding her hips in a circular motion. I dip two fingers in her oasis, burying them up into my wanton fiancee. She's absolutely drenched.

My baby must've been suffering. I'm gonna treat her once we get over our jet lag. I've been needing her too, as if the intense erection I'm sporting is any indication. There's nothing I want more than to take her to the washroom and fuck her against the sink.

But we can't risk getting interrupted. The last time we tried to join the Mile High Club, we almost got caught by a flight attendant. Jesy and Jade made fun of us when I let it slip, to Perrie's dismay.

I angle and curl my fingers, making her bury her face in my neck and bite down harshly. "Shit, Pez!" I hiss as quietly as I could, digging deeper into her.

"I'm cummin'," she gasps, so I go faster, though I slow down when our movements were a little too audible. "I love hearing how wet you are," I lick my lips pulling my fingers out to rub her clit feverishly while my free hand covered her mouth.

She arches and cums hard on my hand, pulling at me desperately as I help her ride out her tidal wave. "F-F-Fuck," she muffles while squeezing her thighs together. I slow my ministrations until her pants turn into little whines.

Once she was calm enough, I pull my hand out of her sweatpants. My mouth waters at the creamy mess on my digits and I stick them in my mouth. I sigh at her naturally sweet flavor, feeling extremely hot.

She busies her hands with the zipper of my jeans, eagerly working me out of them. "You can have me in the hotel. I wanna be inside of you. I wanna feel you cum around me."

She shudders, biting her lip afterwards. "Promise we'll fuck in the shower?" Her tone all sexed up. I nod, "Now, go back to sleep, baby." She yawns on cue and I chuckle.

"Night," she sighs. "Night, Pez," I say, kissing her forehead when she sets her head on my shoulder. I put mine on hers and decided to try to sleep.

Hopefully, it'll go down when I wake up.