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☆

the bass throbbed from the speakers, a low hum vibrating through the floor. jhené aiko’s voice, smooth, filled the room. lamelo’s head rested on your stomach, his breath warm against your skin

y’all been friends for years, ever since you met at LiAngelo’s after-party

y’all were sprawled across your bed, the air thick with the scent of weed - the room was dimly lit, the glow of the TV painting shifting colours on the walls

he shifted, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. the silence stretched, filled only with the music

“you know,” he mumbled, his voice muffled against your stomach. “i wanna give you props for still waiting for marriage but you play too much for my liking especially when you know i want you”

[this app is such an opp 😭]