Random Smuts

Val x reader smut

      "Oh honey, no, he's a total douche," Leah replies sympathetically, but you can hear the disgust in her tone. "Sure, sure, of course, but he is kind of cute," you protest, eyeing your freshly painted nails. You can tell Leah is hiding her expression, but it's obvious you have completely different tastes. You two sit in silence, music playing softly in the background while Leah paints your nails. "It's been far too long since I've been railed, and from the way he boasts, he's experienced." Leah makes no attempt to mask her laugh. "It's painfully obvious he's never touched a girl, not consensually, at least. He's such a weirdo and smells musky." You frown slightly because she's so right.

"You look so good with red nails," you complement. She smiles sheepishly. "Thanks, girl. Now, what movie do you want to watch?" Leah asks, getting herself comfy and switching her TV to Netflix. You join next to her and chuckle. "Doesn't matter, because you're gonna fall asleep, anyways." She scoffs playfully because she knows she can't deny it. "Nuh-uh!" but she does anyway. You roll your eyes, snatching the remote from her hand once she logs in. You pick a show you haven't watched in a while. Halfway into the episode, you both find yourself on your phones, Leah clearly struggling to keep her head up. You feel a small knot form in your stomach when you receive a notification of an Instagram message. You'd remember sneaking Val a message before painting Leah's nails.

Val: Was that an invitation, baby doll?

Val: I see you accepted my request

You cringe slightly at his responses. You almost regret it, but you're desperate. You said what any sexually active person would late at night. "U up?"

More like me trying to invite myself over, but sure.

You glazed over the fact that you've finally accepted his follow request after Lord knows how long. You glance over at a now sleeping Leah. Her head is slumped on the edge of her bed. It can't feel good on her neck since you're both sitting on the floor.

Val: I suppose I'm up for it.

You roll your eyes at his responses. He really is a douche, but this is just a hookup, and you would still leave with your pride. You look at Leah once again. If you're going to sneak out to sleep with a Bilzerian of all people, the least you can do is to not leave your friend like that.

I can be there in 20.

Val: Oh, you know where I live?

I've dropped Jay off before because your mom is always passed out and your dad is always in someone else's ass. Yes, I know where you live.

Val: Fair enough. See you in 20.

You sigh slightly and gently shake your sleeping friend. Hard enough to bring her to consciousness, but gentle enough to not wake her entirely. "Babes, I'm tired. Let's lay down," you whisper, taking her blanket and helping her up. She only groans in response, crawling into bed. You wrap her back up and turn the TV off. You wait for her to get settled and check your phone once more. You scoff quietly. Val sent you a shirtless picture as a precursor, but it only made you doubt the situation more. You rearrange your night bag, only taking necessities. You stuff your charger and an extra change of clothes in case things get messy. Along with perfume for obvious Bilzarian reasons. "Use protection," you hear Leah mumble before turning over. You let out a breathy laugh and stuff your phone into your pajama bottom pocket.

You leave her room quietly and look into the hall before walking out. You take careful steps down the stairs, quietly unlocking and opening the back door. You make sure to leave it unlocked because you really didn't want to spend a night at the Bilzerian's. When you turn to leave, you make eye contact with someone leaning against the house. You've caught Judd outside smoking, and he's caught you sneaking out. You can't help but chuckle and sigh. He takes a long drag and turns his head to face forward again. "What? I'm not a snitch," he grunts in his raspy voice. You start walking away a bit awkwardly before saying "neither am I."