Smuts (ft. Female Artists I Wanna Make Babies With 🥺💦)

make up (Jadaya G!P)

Zendaya

Jade and I have been arguing for about two hours and at this point, I don't even remember why we're fighting. All I know is she's mad at me. And I'm mad because she's mad and now, we're having a screaming match.

"You're such a dumb ass bitch!"

"Stop fuckin' call me dumb!"

"Stop fuckin' acting dumb then!"

"How about you stop fuckin' being— Jade, I'm still fucking talking to you!"

She started walking off, but I grab her wrist to stop her. She snatches away and proceeds to storm up to our room.

"And stop fuckin' being dramatic," I say, following her up. She scoffs, "No, being dramatic is kicking your toxic ass out."

I stammer with a heated face, "I—wha—toxic??" She stops at the top and turns to me. I'm three steps below her.

"Yes. You only care about yourself. Your ego is bigger than your head. Just because you have a big dick, Daya, doesn't mean you gotta act like one. Just saying," she shrugs, entering our room.

I drag my hand over my face, trying to calm myself down before I lose my shit. I take a few deep breaths before speaking as calmly as I could despite literally shaking.

"If I'm toxic, then what are you?! You're not fucking innocent." This bitch starts chuckling which irked me beyond belief.

"The fuck's funny, Jade?" I demand.

"I'm being dramatic, yet I'm the one walking away from the situation." I blink a few times in disbelief and agitation. "You called that walk— we've been arguing all fucking night over bullshit and now, you wanna walk away?!"

She raises an eyebrow, "Yes. And I'm walking away from this relationship. We're done." I stare at her, glaring and breathing hard. "How's that for dramatic, dumbass?" She turns on her heel and walks further in.

I take a deep breath and say lowly, trying to control my anger, "We're not done, I'm not a dumbass, and I'm not the only toxic one."

"And I'm not the only dramatic one," she claps back and I swear, my blood is boiling over.

Breathe, Z. Smell the flowers, blow out the candles...

She enters our shared closet and I cross my arms, "Jade, where the fuck do you think you're goin'?"

"Out," she says shortly without any further information.

I raise my eyebrows, "Uh, no the fuck you're not." She laughs again while getting out a little black dress.

"Glad you think you can tell me what to do. Last I checked, we're done and I'm a grown woman. Meaning, I can do what I want." She proceeds to change in front of me. I noticed she's wearing my favorite set underneath; her body's insane, but I gotta control myself.

Her long hair flowed down her back like ripples of chocolate. I'm a mix of mad and sexually frustrated because of this little bitch.

"Oh, and don't wait up. I'll find someone to bring me home."

Now, she really got me fucked up.

I dunno what came over me, but next thing I know, I got her pinned to the wall. My hands held her wrists until the black material falls to the floor. Her eyes were wide and her breathing was uneven.

"You wanna say that again, slut?" I say lowly, challenging her. Her expression goes from shock to daring and she bites her bottom lip.

"Maybe a nice stranger will bring me home or take me home," she says in this tone that makes my nerves tingle in different ways.