Dvorah

he knew this could go bad.

moreover, for him— since he was brand new to this setting. he wasnt really around much people who did the whole smoking and drinking when it was applicable and around, but he wasnt dumb to the setting. you, as his longtime friend, taught him everything he needed to know.

one, never just accept a drug from anyone. not even john does’ best friends’ cousins’ sisters’ plug. thats how you already get fucked up.

two, stay in the house and dont drive. you were very strict on this, since he was known to bite more than he could chew.

three, be very wary of high percentage pens. the higher the gram, more than likely most of it is just flavoring and bullshit. the safe side is one gram to maybe 4 grams.

and lastly, be responsible for yourself. he could always uphold that end of the deal. one thing he didnt really realize is how it made his chest burn and how strong yours was.

“man— the hell is this?” he choked out, pounding his chest and looking to you, tears in his eyes. it made you chuckle, the burning high already coursing through you and making you feel relaxed.

“the good stuff.” you reply, legs crossed as you examined him. he took another drag and seemed to understand how to actually handle it. he began to sway side to side a little, but steadied himself.

but yet, he wasnt sure if it was supposed to make him feel like all his blood was rushing to his dick, and make him look at his best friend in a way that wasnt before.

he hadn’t realized that he was just looking at you for five minutes, gazing and palming his erection through his pants— damn it all, you thought.

you climbed onto his lap, not sure what you were doing, but going for it. you press your lips to his, feeling his curious hands roam around the dips and curves of your body. his hand grips the fat of your ass, thrusting upwards with lips fused to yours.

heavily breathing, you grind your lower half to his lap, feeling his hard-on. “mmm,” you moan in his ear, his fingers going through your brightened hair. “feel good?” you mewl when he bites your neck , a needy groan spilling from his lips.

“yeah,” he responded, pulling your skirt to the side while you press yourself against him. “oh my god, he cried out, pulling your shirt and cups of your bra down to suckle on your pink nipples. ‘sweet,’ he thought, rolling his tongue over the sensitive bud.

you moan, undressing him in the process as he absolutely devours you. somewhere along the way, his heavy cock was freed and pressed against your thigh.

“what did you give me?” he asked, hovering over you with your hands pinned. “does weed normally do this to you?” once he finally pried your legs apart, he dove in— fuck, did he dive in.

“f-fuck!” you cry out, feeling his wet tongue thrashing against your clit. “mhm!” you grunt, slightly bucking your legs from pleasure. an idea crosses you, startling you and the himbo.

“wha—“ he tries to say, but then is suffocated by your creamy, slick folds. he relaxes, his hands finding your hips and shakes his head a little. his tongue rapidly flicks against your clit, making your eyes roll and toes curl. feeling you lean over his body to lick at his shaft made his own lips snarl for restraint. he smacks the side of your ass, shaking the flesh for emphasis on ‘damn.’

“oh, god!” you moan, drooling over his cock as you lean over atop him. you twitch when he prods a finger against your slick hole, your hips pushing slowly against the tip.

‘damn it all,’ he thought, sliding from up under your legs and pulling you onto your knees. the floor bites at your bones, but it was a bearable pain for long lasting pleasure. he spits onto your folds, smearing his cock against the wetness and groaning. once he figured you were ready to take all of him— he bottomed out.

just the slightest of pain, but it felt more than good.

weight presses against your shoulders, forcing you ass up in the air and thumbs digging into your hips as his own pelvis slammed against you. ‘fuck, oh fuck—‘ he babbled, his eyebrows furrowing and his thighs clenched.

if anyone were to walk past the door, theyd know exactly what was being committed. and the reason why you were moaning like a bitch in heat. your body was in complete bliss, eyes rolling to the back of your head. who knew that being fucked while high could be the best thing to happen with a trusted partner.

your walls clamped down around his cock, streaks of white cream coating the veins on his shaft— making his brain go haywire and causing him to rail into your heat.

“shit— pretty,” he whined, pressing his forehead to yours when his cock bursts white inside of your velvet walls, “ohmygod.” he rushed out in a breath, moving to lay his head in the crook of your neck and rest his weight against you.

“oh hell no,” you choked out, pushing him off and inhaling. “you too damn big to be laying on me!” you exclaim, a giggle escaping when he chuckles and opens an arm.