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

The One (Leighade)

Leigh-Anne

Since the first time I've laid eyes on her, I knew I wanted her. She was oblivious to my blatant looks from across the room at first, but once those eyes met mine, I had to have her. Seduction was written on her face while her straw touched her lips.

When she beckoned me from my seat, I obliged, not minding the sweaty patrons as I make it to her. Our eyes never left each other and I could feel the heated tension between me and this beautiful stranger.

I make it to her, the limited capacity leaving us closer together than expected, not that we minded. A sly smile plays on her lips then her slender arms wrap themselves around my neck.

My hands go to her waist, thumbs smoothing over her exposed lower abdomen. She leans in, pressing her mouth towards my ear. "I've noticed you've kept your eye on me all night," her voice dripping sex.

I nod, gripping her hips and enticing a soft gasp from the smaller woman, "Was I that obvious?" She does this sexy giggle and all that was on my mind was taking her home tonight.

"I didn't mind it," she pulls back, looking into my eyes. I lick my lips, eyes trailing from her mouth to her exposed cleavage back to her light brown eyes.

"If anything, I had my sights on you as well," I couldn't help the smirk on my face as she said that. "Oh, really?" She nods, bottom lip jailed between her teeth. I pull her closer to me, my hands now moving to her taut bum.

"I bet you wanna take me home, yeah?" She asks, catching me slightly off guard. I raise an eyebrow, "Maybe I do. Will you let me?" She gives me a knowing look, but says nothing.

Instead, she moves one hand to the back of my neck and roughly brings my face to hers, closing the gap between our lips. The sweet taste of her drink envelopes my mouth and my urge to ravage this woman becomes greater.

She grips at my barely covered back, nails digging into my skin lightly. She suddenly break away, a devilish look on her face, "You won't be able to so easily." I smirk at her, "We'll see."

"No, I don't give in quickly. I'm what you have to work for," her voice dropping. I bite my lip, "Is that right?" She nods, "Yes. Come back here next Saturday night. Maybe you can change my mind?" Her hand was now playing with the button of my shorts.

I pull her in for another kiss. Our bodies fused together like a growing fire. God, I don't think I've ever wanted someone so much in my life.

The things I would do to her.

When we break again, she winks at me before leaving me in my messy haze.

For the pass few Saturdays, I haven't spotted her and my frustration grew. She's been plaguing my mind ever since I tasted her lips. I've never been so infatuated with someone who's name I've never even learned.

My mind can't erase the heat I felt with her. That look in her eyes and the way her words slipped pass her plump lips.

She was intoxicating.

Addicting.

After a while, the woman is still on my mind, but not as vividly. One Saturday, I go with some friends to the same club and planned on getting so drunk I couldn't stand.

I survey the dancefloor; all of these people here, but there's only one person I'm secretly here for.

While I sipped on my drink, a pair of eyes catches me in the sea of people.

She smiles at me before repeating her first action from our first meeting. Like a moth to a flame, I came to her, only to be pulled into a secluded area in the club.