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i will write for every member/camera man.

- Ron and Laiys

-Adapt and Gilly

- Jason and Jawhn

- Lacy and Drew

- Marlon and Rocket

- Silky and Lazar

i’ll post as much as i can. Enjoy!

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summary: your silky’s bestfriend from home who came to visit. your hotboxing with him, lacy, and laiys. the more hits you take the more you start to notice the way laiys is looking at you, and your clouded mind takes your desire seriously.

warnings: smoking weed, slight banter, eye fucking, making out, fingering, dirty talk, un established relationship, and sneaking around.

you were sat in the back of silky’s amg next to laiys. lacy and silky were in the front, messing with the bluetooth to play music.

you leaned back staring at the stars lighting up the ceiling. it’s been forever since you’ve been in this car, and you’ve definitely missed it.

the sound of now & forever by drake filled your eyes as lacy finally chose a song. you hummed the lyrics softly to yourself watching silky twist his grinder over the middle console.

the sound of a light chuckle next to you shifted your attention. laiys was laughing at something playing from his phone. your eyes lingered on him for a moment too long. the way his hair was a perfect mess and his eyebrow piercing sat so nicely.

you’ve met him acouple times before this when you’d visit the old faze house. but it was nothing but a quick ‘hi’. this is the first time he’s been around while you were hanging with silky.

that’s what scared you…you’ve only ever gotten high around silky and you’ve only just gotten comfortable with lacy. but a part of you were almost eager to smoke with him, to see how he gets.

“yall wanna roll one too?” silky asked turning back towards you.

you glance at laiys quickly who sits up and reaches for silky’s extra rolling tray. “yeah, bet.”

he sets the rolling tray in the middle of you two softly, but before he moves he looks at you sharply.

you knew what he wanted, he wanted you to roll. truth is, you weren’t very good at rolling. which is why you’d always have silky do it for you

“can you?” you asked politely, giving him a soft look.

he met your gaze with one more intense, like he saw through you. a few moments passed and he broke the eye contact, beginning to pack the bud into the already rolled paper.

you followed his fingers closely, breathing in sharply at how effortlessly they worked. you weren’t even high yet and your dopamine levels were spiking.

the smoke had completely taken over the tight confines of the car, turning the interior into a hazy bubble isolated from the rest of the world. the windows were fully fogged over, trapping the heavy, sweet scent of weed and every bit of heat between the four of you.

still in the back seat, there was nowhere to go. you and laiys were practically pressed shoulder-to-shoulder now, the close quarters making every small movement feel ten times more intense.

after taking another slow pull, laiys passed the blunt back to you. his fingers lingered against yours a second longer than necessary, sending a sudden flutter straight to your chest. the high hit you in waves, making your brain feel deliciously foggy.

you leaned your head back against the headrest, closing your eyes for a second, but when you opened them, the intense heat of a gaze was already on you.

laiys was slouched low in his seat, his head turned toward you. through the thick smoke, his eyes were heavy and dark, tracing the line of your jaw down to your throat with a slow, undeniable want. the way he looked at you in the dim, smoky light made your stomach flip.

but the instant you shifted to look directly into his eyes, he smoothly averted his gaze, flicking his eyes up toward the fogged-up sunroof, or looking down to pick a piece of lint off his hoodie, pretending he hadn't just been staring at you like you were the only thing in the car.

"yo, I'm telling you, the acoustics in an amg hit different when it's hotboxed," lacy blurted out from the driver’s seat, leaning back so far his head almost touched the roof as he stared at the ceiling console. "of we dropped a track in here right now, it’d sound like a studio."

"bro, we are sitting in a parked car, stop acting like you're a rapper," silky laughed from the passenger seat, slapping the dashboard. he turned around in his seat, resting his elbows on the center console to look back at you two. "tell me he's trippin’. he thinks the smoke makes the bass sound better."

"it does! It dense-ifies the air!" lacy argued passionately, adjusting the rearview mirror just to make his point. "look at her, she knows what I'm talking about. the bass hits different, right?"

"i think the air is just thick," you managed to say, your voice a little raspy from the smoke, feeling completely floating in the backseat environment.

you glanced over at Laiys to see if he was hearing this, only to catch him dead in the act again. he was leaning his cheek against his knuckles, staring right at you with a lazy, seductive smirk playing on his lips, his eyes locked onto yours in the small, intimate space.

"nobody agrees with you, lacy," silky snorted, totally missing the quiet, heavy tension humming between the two of you in the back. "you’re just fried."

"we’re all high, that's the point!" lacy snapped back with a laugh. "laiys, back me up."

laiys didn't turn his head, but his low, smooth voice cut right through the hazy air. "you’re just fried dude," he muttered softly, his tone low enough that it felt like a secret shared just with you.

as he spoke, his dark eyes slowly drifted back up through his eyelashes, catching yours once more in the fogged-in dark, leaving your pulse hammering in the quiet heat of the car.

“um..i’m gonna go to the bathroom.” you said grabbing your phone that was almost leaning against laiys.

“your gonna break the box y/n.” silky countered raising his eyebrows.

you swallowed hard, now becoming aware of how high you really were. the world felt smoother, lighter almost.

“i really gotta pee i’m sorry.”

before you open the door you take one last glance at laiys, but his eyes were always locked on you. he leaned back as he watched you collect yourself. the sight of him like this made a rush of heat coarse through you.

you left the car seconds later, your breathe heavy and mind clouded. what is going on? you thought to yourself.

laiys scrolled on his phone while the rest of the last blunt was passed back to silky. he was going through instagram lazily, only in attempt to distract himself from you.

he was running off a light high at the moment. he was aware of what he felt, but that’s what made it worse. the sight of how good you looked stayed engraved in his foggy head.

the sound of conversation faded when he couldn’t help but reminisce about how good your ass looked in your shorts. he bit his lips slightly feeling a calm shiver flow down his body, his jorts becoming tighter.

“yo laiys you good?”

laiys thought for a second, debating his next move. “yeah ima go get some snacks, want anything?”

he barely heard lacy’s order as he shut the car door behind him. shaking head from doubts, he made his way into the house looking for you.

inside, you were leaning against the sink, staring at yourself in the mirror and trying to blink away the haze. your cheeks were flushed, your heart still beating a little too fast from the lingering heat in the car. you grabbed a paper towel, wetting it under the cold tap to press against your neck, trying to clear the fog from your brain.

before you could lower the towel, the bathroom door creaked open.

you whipped around, startled, expecting silky or lacy, but it was laiys standing in the doorway. he didn't look away this time. there was no casual glance at his phone, no pretending he was looking at something else. the timidness and playful games were completely gone, replaced by an intense, unwavering focus locked entirely on you.

"laiys?" you breathed, your voice catching in your throat. "what are you…”

he didn't say a word. he stepped into the bathroom, his tall frame cutting off the light from the hallway, though he didn't even bother to click the door shut behind him. the deliberate, unhurried way he closed the distance between you made your breath hitch.

"you think i was playing around back there?" his voice was low, heavy with the quiet certainty of his high.

"i don't know," you stammered, backing up until your lower back pressed against the cold marble edge of the sink. your head was spinning, torn between the risk of silky walking down the hall and the power laiys had over you. but you still let your floating head deceive you, "you tell me."

he stopped right in front of you, stepping so close you could feel the warmth radiating off him. he leaned down, placing his hands on the countertop on either side of your hips, trapping you gently against the sink.

he didn't touch you yet. instead, he just stared.

his eyes, heavy-lidded and dark from the smoke, held yours with a raw intensity that stripped away every single one of your defenses. up close, the unshielded desire in his gaze was overwhelming. he looked at you like he’d been waiting all night for this exact second, completely unbothered by the open door just feet away.

"laiys..." you whispered, your hand instinctively reaching out to catch the front of his hoodie, pulling him that last fraction of an inch closer.

the second your fingers gripped his sweater, he gave in. he leaned down and captured your lips in a deep, hungry kiss that instantly sent a jolt straight down your spine. it wasn’t gentle or hesitant; it was urgent, born from hours of quiet staring and built-up tension in the back of the car.

you let out a soft moan against his mouth, your hands slipping up to the back of his neck, burying your fingers in his hair as the kiss deepened. laiys groaned back softly, his hands moving from the counter to wrap firmly around your waist. with effortless strength, he lifted you up onto the edge of the sink, pulling you flush against his chest.

the thrill of the open door behind him only made the fog in your head heavier. every distant sound from the hallway felt amplified, but laiys’s lips moving against yours, his hands gripping your waist with possessive warmth, kept you completely anchored to him.

when he finally pulled back just an inch to catch his breath, his dark, hooded eyes looked down into yours. a slow, triumphant smirk finally breaking across his lips in the dim bathroom light.

you felt one of his hands leave your waist and trail down your thigh. his eyes never yours as he moved closer and closer to the place that wanted him most.

you watch him slow as he reached the heat radiating from your core. his smirk only grew wider when he noticed you shy away from him.

laiys raised his eyebrows at you, almost like he was asking if you want him to. you breathed slowly debating your next words. but the way you were craving him in this moment was all that mattered.

“please.”

laiys wasted no time pressing his fingers to your clit. his eyes didn’t leave yours as he rubbed gently in slick circles. you closed your eyes tightly feeling the unforgettable sensation almost immediately.

“open them.” he ordered, his fingers now moving faster against your wet folds.

you let out a soft moan at the swift motion. “laiys…the doors open.” your eyes move towards the open bathroom door. “what if they—“

your words were cut off as laiys moved your underwear to the side and slid a finger into you. your walls clenched around it, almost sucking it in. with his thumb still pressed against your clit, he started pumping in and out of you. you moaned his name instantly, caused him to kiss you eagerly.

his hunger is clear as he slides his tongue into your mouth with fight. you can’t even focus when he slides another finger into you, curling at the end of each pump. it was almost impossible to keep quiet for him.

it was like he knew exactly what to do with his fingers that most men didn’t. you arch your back the faster he slides in and out of you, the heat of your cunt warming his cold fingers.

“your so wet for me baby.”

he spoke with a smirk between each desperate kiss he placed down your neck. the soft noises leaving you only made him want to do more, but he knew you were both high and horny.

“i’m so cl-close.” you said bucking your hips towards him, eager for more of him. “faster.”

laiys didn’t refuse as he pumped in and out of you at a faster speed, pinching your clit.

he swallowed, feeling his own desire for pleasure at the sight of you. the tighter your walls felt around him, the more the throbbing from his cock became prominent.

“you gonna cum on my fingers hm?”

almost as if on cue your legs shake as you cum on his two fingers. the overwhelming feeling of pleasure rushing through you mixed with your high has you feeling euphoric.

but he pulls away, leaving you empty and throbbing. you open your eyes at him, still coming down from your euphoria. he stares down at you with the same red hooded eyes.

then bringing his hand up to his mouth sucking on his fingers, he groans at your sweet taste in his mouth.

with wide eyes you stare at his motion, taking it all in. before you could make a comment, an all too familiar voice came from outside the door.

“yo laiys you in here?”

would yall want a part two?

also this isn’t proof read

summary: after months of begging ron, he finally lets you drive them around in his porsche.

warnings: pure fluff, slight banter, kissing.

you and ron were cleaning up the leftover cardboard after he opened P.O on stream today. you’d been waiting in his room for hours waiting for him to be done, with one question lingering your head.

“pleaseee,” you asked politely, stuffing the last piece of cardboard into the trash bag.

“no, y/n.” he huffed, sitting down on the edge of his bed to check his phone.

“why not?” you walked closer to him with a bright smile. running your hands through his hair slowly, he looked up at you. “i can drive us to the beach. i know you love it there.”

ron stared at you from below, thinking about your offer. you’ve been begging him for months to let you drive his porsche, to which he’s always said no. it’s not that he didn’t trust you, because he did, he just couldn’t admit he loved hearing you beg.

he closed his eyes soaking in the feeling of your hands flowing through his hair slowly. “the beach, hm?”

the smile on your face grew as he leaned into your touch. “the beach, maybe some food too?”

“okay.”

“okay…” you raised your eyebrows, slowly retracting your fingers from his hair, causing his attention to shift.

“yeah you can drive.” he smirked up at you, taking a glance at your lips. “food first though, then the beach.”

“wait actually? your not trolling?” you asked narrowing your eyes at him. “because that yes seemed too easy.”

“i must have had a change of heart.”

truthfully, he had been feeling really stressed recently, with many planned 10 hour streams and core video shoots. so when he saw a chance of seeing you illuminate with pure joy, he was going to take it.

“let me go get ready, i’ll be quick.” you said, taking your hands away from him, leaving his body cold.

“wait gimme a kiss,” he smirked reaching for you.

you smile as you lean in, kissing him softly. feeling his hands reach for the back of your neck, you pull away slightly. “i’ll be ready in 20,” you smirk, leaving him alone on the edge of his bed.

ron would be lying if he said he wasn’t slightly nervous about you driving his porsche. he watched you closely as you clicked the seatbelt over your body, your eyes scanning the mirrors to make sure their adjusted correctly.

“are you sure?” you asked him one more time.

“it’s just a car.”

a grin tugged at ron’s lips as he leaned back in the passenger seat, watching you effortlessly handle his car. you laughed and pressed the accelerator, the engine roaring while the scenery blurred past. seeing you this happy, hair whipping in the wind and a smile he knew was completely genuine, made all his stress melt away.

he couldn't stop looking at you.

"you’re enjoying this way too much," he teased, unable to hide his own smile.

"i absolutely am," you shot back, giving the car a little more gas before easing off with a laugh.

ron just shook his head, completely in love with the sight.

"this thing is insane," you laughed, glancing over at ron for only a second before returning your eyes to the road.

"I know,” he chuckled.

you grinned wider, gently pressing the accelerator. the porsche surged forward effortlessly, pinning you back into your seats for a brief moment before you eased off, laughing as the speed settled back down.

“you’re never driving again."

he let out a laugh, resting one hand on top of your thigh as he watched you instead of the road ahead. but all he could think about was how beautiful you looked.

"what?" you asked after catching him staring.

"nothing."

"no, seriously. what?"

a car pulled alongside them at a light, and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed someone with their phone pointed toward them. “they’re recording," you said, glancing over.

ron looked, recognized the fan almost immediately, and gave them a friendly wave before turning back to her.

"don't worry about it," he said with a small shrug. "just ignore them." you nodded, focusing back on the road as the light turned green.

"so…" he smirked, breaking the few seconds of silence. “cane's?"

“you read my mind."

the sound of waves lazily rolling onto the shore filled their ears. while sky had turned into streaks of orange, pink, and lavender, the sun sinking lower with every passing minute until it looked like it was melting into the ocean.

you and ron sat side by side on a blanket in the sand, the leftover canes spread between you.

you leaned back on her hands with a content sigh, your hair catching the breeze as you looked out over the water.

ron smiled to himself, picking at one last fry before offering it to you. "you sure you don't want the last one?"

you laughed softly and shook your head. "nah, it's yours."

“fine with me.”

you rolled her eyes with a grin before nudging his shoulder with yours. "thank you..."

He looked over. "for what?"

"for letting me drive it."

jis eyebrows lifted slightly like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "'’course, baby."

"no, seriously." you looked down at your hands for a second before meeting his eyes again. "i know how much you love that car. i didn’t expect you to finally say yes."

"i wanted to."

"you weren't nervous?"

"i mean..." he scratched the back of his neck. "maybe for, like...the first thirty seconds."

"only thirty?" you said, smirking.

ron reached over, gently brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "you drove good, you know." you looked at him. "im for real…shit you did better than laiys.”

you laughed as he reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers.

you looked down at your hands before looking back up at him and without another word, he leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to meet him halfway. your lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, gentle enough that it felt as warm as the fading sunlight around you.

"can i go a little faster on the way home?”

note: this is just a calm one i thought was cute so it’s not too much