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"Just hit it once." you smirked, trailing your tongue alongside the cigarillo. Tamaki tucked his bottom lip under his teeth, carful watching you roll a blunt.
He'd seen you do it over a hundred times but still found it fascinating till this day, how you did it so effortlessly and with grace. It was mesmerizing to say the least.
"I shouldn't..." he replied in a low tone, his eyes quickly switching from your hands to your face.
"You know weed helps with anxiety, plus I want to see you high." you flicked on your lighter and trailed it across the tip of the blunt, carefully heated it up.
Tamaki eyes continued to wander down your body, examining your clothes and jewelry. He always loved the way you dressed, whether it be tight fitted or baggy it never failed to compliment your body perfectly.
You wore a black crisscross top that cupped your chest, black cargo pants with skulls embroidered on the side, with various gold bracelets over your arm, the only loose thing on your body being a old oversized jacket. It was something you threw together but he couldn't tell...
He thought you were dressed to pretty to be attending a overly packed kickback, this was something he wanted to see you in for himself...
"You're staring." you spoke once more, looking up at the boy.
"Sorry." he straighten his posture, avoiding eye contact with you. You brought the blunt up to your glossed lips, taking a long hit and holding it in for a few seconds. He glared over watching the smoke exit from both your nose and mouth.
Your low eyes staring up at his,
'𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦.' he thought to himself, he moved his hand over his lap and adjusted 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.
You were to distracted by the music to even notice what he was doing, it didn't take long for the tingly feeling to overtake your body.
"Are you going to join me?" you scooted closer towards him, causing the bed to creak from the sudden movement. You watched as Tamaki struggled to decide, you took another hit, blowing a cloud of smoke into his face.
The smoke slowly casted over both of your faces, the smell of weed and your sweet vanilla perfume flooding his nose. You brought the blunt towards his lips, he hesitated before wrapping his lips around it, taking a slow and long hit...
You watched as the smoke smoothly flowed passed his soft pink lips, his eyes staring down at you with a blissful glare. Maybe it was the weed, or the liquor coursing through you but in the moment you felt 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. As if the sexual tension multiple by hundred.
You couldn't help but smirk, bringing the blunt up towards your lips to take another hit. Tamaki watching you in his blissful haze.
"You're a bad influence." Tamaki laughed as he shook his head.
You trailed you eyes up and down his body, feeling both the weed and liquor in you body really start to kick in. "Really? I think we're good for each other." you replied, passing the backwood to the boy.
The two of you laughed clearly in a high daze.
You leaned back enjoying this feeling knowing it'll be over at any minute, "Tamaki?"
"Yea."
"You'll stay friends with me forever, right?" you asked.
Tamaki paused for a moment, he didn't want to just be friends with you... he wanted you so fucking bad.
