lemon chaser

sweater weather

includes:
drug usage (marijuana)
a bit of sickening fluff
frottage (grinding ft. thigh riding)
begging
spanking
hair pulling
biting
clothed sex
pegging mention
a lot of dirty talk
a lil tiny bit of degradation (?)(if you could call it that)
femdom (you should know by now)
msub
established relationship
excessive use of commas and em dash

please bear with me i've never written a full on kiss scene before so this was difficult for me

as always if you see any errors or smth like that pls point it out

this ones kinda explicit y'all. enjoy :)
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"Ugh. That shit stinks," the boy said, face scrunching up in disgust as he sniffed the contents of the bag.

His friend rolls his eyes, closing the bag. "You want one or not?" He studies the contemplative boy as he leans forward, dreadlocks falling into his eyes. "Look, Taylor. You about to get one of my high-class world famous edibles for free. Are you really about to pass up this once in a lifetime opportunity?"

"You give me free shit all the time, dumbass," Taylor retorts, snatching the bag from him. "High class," he mumbles to himself, swiftly taking a brownie out of the bag. "We'll see about that," he says, popping it into his mouth, downing it all at once.

He hears Marcus snickering. "What are you laughing at?"

He shakes his head in disbelief, still chuckling. "You really just ate that whole thing. You 'bout to be high as a kite." Their attention is drawn to a vibrating in Marcus' pocket. He fishes the culprit out of his pocket, the burner phone's screen lighting up the dim room. The phone continues to vibrate in his hand. "Damn, I gotta head out, bro. Got some new orders to fill." He places the phone back in his pocket standing up to collect his things, phone buzzing sporadically the entire time.

"Someone's popular tonight," Taylor comments, flopping himself onto his bed.

"I told you. High-class. World famous. People love me."

"Correction, they love your weed."

Marcus smacks his lips. "Whatever. Stop hating. Lock the door behind me."

Taylor remains spread out on the bed as he hears the door shut behind his friend, not bothering to get up and lock it. He hears a ding from his phone, picking it up to view the notification, a smile crossing his face as he reads the name.

nahla💕
hey
wyd

baby boy❤️
nothing
laying here
bored
and lonely
and maybe a little high

nahla💕
lmao ig marcus just left then?
i'm coming over
b there in 30

baby boy❤️
k
doors open
bring food

nahla💕
dont tell me what to do

He snickers at her stubbornness, knowing full well his girlfriend would definitely show up with takeout. He sighs, putting his phone face down on his chest, while he lays sprawled over his bed, the sounds of the city in the background.

The open window blows a chilled breeze through the small studio apartment, sending a slight shiver down Taylor's spine. He briefly contemplates whether he should change out of his compression shorts into something more season appropriate, but his laziness quickly decides for him— the oversized sweater he's wearing more than makes up for it. He draws the covers around himself, humming softly to pass the time.