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

Feels Right (Leighade)

(Switch Leigh)

Leigh-Anne

Jade and I have been dating for about a year now and I think I'm ready to take things further. Though, I'm kinda nervous since this would be my first time with anyone.

Jade, on the other hand, is experienced.

She's dated girls before me, and I'm not confident that I'd be able to live up to her expectations of me. I'm afraid I'll fuck it all up and ruin everything.

But I'm really afraid of failing to please her.

All of this is going through my head as she sits across from me, eyes scanning over the words in the book she's reading. She takes a sip of her tea, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

She looks so beautiful.

She sets her cup down then glances up at me. A sweet smile on her plump lips. "Hey," she giggles. I smile back, "Hey, there." She closes her book and places it on the table.

"What's goin' on in that pretty head of yours?" She asks, taking her glasses off. I wanted to tell her what I was thinking, but I was honestly scared to.

I've always been shy about this kinda thing; I mean, I talk to my best friend, Perrie, about this personal dilemma and she told me to just spit it out because she wouldn't know unless I say something.

She's right, but that doesn't ease my nerves.

"Leigh?" Her accented voice calls out to me. I hum in response, hiding the fact I was spaced out, but I could tell I failed when I see the amused smile playing on her lips.

"I'm sorry, what?" Her smile doesn't fade as she looks at me thoughtfully, "I said, 'what's goin' on in that pretty head of yours?'." I look down at my lap, a little embarrassed that I'm currently thinking about how I wanted to have sex with her.

Jade's an understanding person, which is one of the things I love about her. Though, my anxiety is legitimately messing with me at the moment. "It's nothing," I say.

She props her elbow on the table, resting her chin in her palm and squinting at me. "You're lyin'," she says with this playful tone. "Am not!" I defend, making her laugh. "Are too. I can see through the bullshit," she says, taking another sip of her drink.

I cross my arms over my chest with a 'hmph'. She reaches over the table, untangling my arms so that she could hold my hand. I was a little annoyed at the fact I gave in so easily, but that's just what she's good at.

Making me weak.

"Seriously, baby, what's wrong?" She asks in a soft tone. I chew on my bottom lip, messing with my hair, that is currently in a ponytail, nervously. "Can I tell you later? You know, after you come home from work?"

She chuckles, "Baby, it's Thursday." Fuck, that means she's off. "But if you really don't want to talk abou' it then it's okay," she says, nodding. This eases my nerves, making me smile.

"Thank you for understanding," I say and she winks at me before putting her glasses back on and going back to her book.

———

We were cuddle up on the couch, watching Game of Thrones, her head on my shoulder and my arm around her. I never really cared for the show, but she's heavily enthralled by it. Especially this Jon Snow character.

"I'd definitely go straight for him," she comments, snuggling closer to me as if it were possible. I kink a brow, "Oh, really?" She looks up at me with those gorgeous eyes, batting her lashes cutely before pecking my lips.