Cherry Chapstick // Yellowjackets Imagines

*Nat - Wanna smoke? Pt. 2

A/N
There will be one more part to this ;) hehehe

"You're high out of your mind." I tell her when she eventually pulls away. She groans, "so?" before kissing me again. "I'm not going to touch you when you're not sober. You know that, love." I say sweetly. Nat smirks, pecking my lips one more time and says, "Fine."

Nat rolls back over, her back resting on my stomach. She sets her joint down on a little trey on the nightstand, then focuses back on herself. "What are you doing?" I giggle, watching as the blonde unbuttons her jeans. "If you won't touch me, I'll do it myself." She tells me.

I go silent, unsure of what to say. Watching this will make me wanna do things I can't right now. With her jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, Nat pushes her right hand down her pants, stopping between her legs. The fabric covers her exact movements, but by the way her hand is moving slowly up and down, I get the idea.

"Feel good?" I ask, a smirk gliding through my voice. "Mhhm." She moans quietly, her head falling back into my shoulder. I place my joint next to hers on the trey before letting my hands fall to my girlfriends hips. My fingers toy with the hem of her jeans, and run up and down her thighs lightly.

"Fuck, I wish those were my fingers." I groan, watching as Nats hand moves in and out of her underwear, rhythmically touching herself. "Mmm me too, baby." She whines, picking up the pace of her fingers. My hands travel up her sides, landing at her waist and feeling the exposed skin. My fingers rub gentle circles as she continues to fuck herself, imagining it's me.

Nats moans start to become more high pitched and constant, telling me she's close to finishing. I let my left hand go from her waist, slowly tickling up her arm and to her neck. My fingers firmly grip her jaw, turning her head to look up at me. I smash my lips on hers, tasting the smoke and chapstick enter my mouth.

The grip on her chin keeps our lips connected as the blonde starts to unravel. Her hips grind into her fingers as her other hand grips and grabs at the skin of my thigh beside her. She moans into my mouth, body tensing and relaxing. As our lips finally part, her breathing is heavy and fast, eyes fluttering open and closed.

"Fuck." She states, letting out a breathy laugh. She removes her hand from her pants and buttons them back up. As Nat moves around, getting comfortable again, I notice the tension growing between my legs. I subconsciously grind and buck my hips, pathetically trying to get some type of friction.

"Need something, baby?" Nat asks in a mocking tone. "Yes." I practically whine, moving my hands to her hips, holding her against me. "Too bad you're not sober." She says, rolling over again to face me. "I'm not that high, c'mon." I groan dramatically.

Nat crawls up a little, hovering over me. "Alright, pretty girl. I'll help you." She says before pressing a sweet kiss to my lips. I moan into it, grinding into her thigh as we kiss. She pulls away, beginning to pepper kisses along my jaw, down my neck, skipping over my shirt, and continuing at my lower stomach.

Her hands hold my hips, only moving them when she decides to unbutton my pants. She sits up momentarily, tugging at my jeans until they're completely off and discarded on the floor. The blonde lowers herself back down, leaving a rough kiss to my covered clit. I whine, bucking my hips and letting my head fall back. "Be patient." She tells me.