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

Drugs N Hella Melodies (Leighren)

*Deadass my favorite song... I strongly suggest you listen to it... it really sets the mood🍃🤤

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Leigh-Anne plans a late night drive with her potential girlfriend, Lauren. They met in the elevator of their building and have been sending hints for weeks.

Some would have sensual undertones while others are seemingly innocent. Until earlier, they were stuck in the elevator and panicked for the first five minutes before making out until it was good to go.

They agreed on a date of Leigh-Anne's choosing; she thought it'll be a good chance to get to know each other and just vibe.

They really like each other, but one had something else on her mind.

"Where are you taking me?"

"You'll see."

Lauren looks over at her, "I will, but I like knowing ahead of time, mamí."

"I'm gonna warn you once, don't use that Cuban charm around me," she says and Lauren smirks. "It was my Cuban charm that got you hooked in the first place, mamí."

They come to a red light and Leigh shoots daggers at her. "Lauren, unless you want it to be right here at this red light, I suggest you wait until we get to where we're going," the tone causes Lauren to lick her lips.

"I'm not against it, but the people behind us would be," she says cockily right as someone honks their car horn. Leigh looks to see the light is green and pulls off. "You're lucky," the Brit mutters.

"Maybe next time, we can meet at 3am. Everyone's asleep, no one at red lights. We can do what we want," Lauren drops her voice, causing the older girl to shudder a little.

The Cuban knew what she was doing and knew the effect it had on the woman. Daringly, she puts her left hand on her thigh and rubs it slowly.

"We can do what we want in five minutes," Leigh-Anne says breathlessly, gripping the steering wheel and trying to stay focused on the road. "What do you want?" Lauren's voice was still husky.

For you to fuck me.

Leigh glances her way, body blushing from her mind.

"To get high and chill out," she answers, catching Lauren pleasantly off guard. She's not much of a weed smoker; that's Lauren's forte. "Really?" Leigh hums casually, pulling into the beach's darkened parking lot, "Sounds good?"

"Yeah, of course," Lauren replies, biting her lip, and watching as Leigh whips the car smoothly into the empty lot.

She found that hot for some reason.

"So, this is where you're taking me?" Lauren asks when she looks around the mostly empty beach. The water glistened in the moonlight, and soft music filled the car calmly.

Leigh-Anne parks and picks up her phone to change the playlist. "Yeah. You wanna make out now or smoke first?" The green eyed girl looks her way with a cocked brow.

"I asked you first."

"And I asked you second," she says, looking up from her phone. Lauren squints at her, liking the little banter. She likes a woman that bounces back.

Lauren sits back and goes in her little backpack she carries around with her weed stuff inside. Leigh-Anne watches her closely as she goes inside and pulls out a long, dark packet that says WOOD on it. She then opens it and pulls out a perfectly rolled blunt.