Random Smuts

Leah x Reader Smut

"Okay, okay, Tallulah; smash or pass?"

"Paaaass."

"Really? She's kinda hot"

"Slutty."

"You guys are the ones who started that rumor, man ". Judd just shrugs, taking another hit. "What, so you'd fuck her?" "Uh, yeah, probably." Judd rolls his eyes, passing the blunt to you. The music playing sounds more muffled the higher you feel yourself become. Judd smirks slightly, chuckling softly as he blows a cloud of smoke in your direction. You eye him suspiciously, letting smoke seep from your lips. "What?" He leans in a bit, elbows on his crossed knees, slipping the blunt from your fingers. "Leah; smash or pass?"

      You cough a bit at his question, as you were still blowing out smoke. "Your sister, Leah?" He nods, taking another, shorter hit. You begin to actually ponder this question. Leah is hot-no doubt-but you try not to view her in that way. Leah's like, a feminist. It feels wrong to think of her like that.

      "Smash", you reply simply. He hums in curiosity. "Really?" You give a smug expression, taking the blunt back and keeping it in between your fingers for a moment. "Why do you wanna know, anyway? She's your sister", you ask, waiting a second before taking another hit. He stares at you for a moment, trying to formulate a response. You can see the shift in his face as a smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. "She's stupid into you, dude." You again cough on smoke. You quickly hand off the blunt, reaching for your water bottle. Judd watches in amusement, taking another hit. Once you've calmed down, you're able to process what he just said. "Huh?"

      "C'mon, Y/N. At the very least you can tell she's into girls, right?" As a girl who's also into girls, you begin to acknowledge the possibility of Leah being into girls. Has it ever actually occurred to you that Leah may be into girls? "I mean, yeah, but not definitely. Is she like, a lesbian?" He shrugs a bit. "It's not like I talk to her. I just pick up on shit, like how she looks at you." You feel like all you're able to do is sit there, partly due to your intoxicated state. "Umm, is she here?" You drag out, and he just nods. You nod a little and grab your water bottle again. You struggle to stand because you've been sitting on the ground for so long. "I'm gonna get more water," you say teasingly, with an almost filled bottle in hand. He smirks up at you and takes another hit while nodding you off.

      You have no idea what you're doing or even plan to do. Your body leads you down the stairs to stall time to think. You decide to dump a bit of your water out so you can refill it, giving you some time. Are you hoping Leah is going to come down the stairs? That it'll be some cheesy fantasy of you two under the moonlight in their gorgeous, dark kitchen? Well yeah, kind of, now that you have this revolutionalizing information. Water reaches your hand and you quickly pull your bottle away. While drying your hand off, you hear a slight creak in the steps. Your neck snaps quickly in that direction. Could it be?

      "Oh, Y/N, hey." Well, you'd be damned, it was Leah. You look around for a second, unsure if anything is real right now. "Leah, hey. Um, just filling my water." Your inability to respond normally tastes sour on your tongue as you try your best to engage in a conversation. You're at their house all the time, so it's not like you really have anything to hide. You turn your body to face her, leaning against a nearby counter. You feel yourself calm down. "What're you doing awake?" You watch her walk to the cabinets and now more than ever you're paying attention to what she's wearing. Leah always wears clothes no girl has the confidence to. Leah is the kind of girl bulimic girls use as inspiration.

      She's wearing a black tank top that loosely fits her body. She has pajama shorts that rise up her thighs and you find yourself admiring her figure. "I just got hungry. Can't really sleep," she replies. She looks through the cabinets and you take a sip of water to clear your mind. She finds a half-empty bag of dried pineapples and begins eating some. She puts one in between her fingers and points it to you. "I'm sure you're hungry," she chuckles. You let out a delayed chuckle in response and take a couple of steps to take the little piece of fruit from her fingers. Her nails are painted red. "Sure am."