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God. He can’t believe you’re riding him like this—so prettily and so his.

His hips twitch beneath yours, cock throbbing with each lewd movement of your hips. Your pussy is like a warm, velvet vice around his length, making him leak precum into your greedy cunt. The sensation of you riding him is heightened by how high he is right now, and you can tell by the way he’s moaning more than usual.

You lean forward, placing your hands on his chest, freshly manicured nails lightly digging into his tanned skin as you pick up your pace. Your hips slam down against his still-pale ones with wet plaps and squelches that would’ve made you flustered if you weren’t high on both pleasure and the joint burning between Matt’s fingers.

He’s barely keeping his eyes from rolling back, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. Matt doesn’t usually smoke. He tries to keep it minimal since he doesn’t want to get addicted to drugs. But sometimes he just can’t help himself.

It helps him calm down—or so he says.

And it makes sex feel ten times better.

Plus, Matt knows you find it attractive when he smokes.

And you do. You can never get the image of his jaw working as he takes a pull from the joint between his fingers out of your mind. The way he exhales the smoke, the way his eyes turn bloodshot and droopier as the weed hits him, the way he looks like he’s in heaven when you’re riding him while he’s high—everything about him in this state makes you so wet.

Matt’s free hand reaches down to thumb at your clit, his eyes zeroed in on your pretty cunt stretched obscenely around his girth—your slick making everything slippery. You jolt at his touch, your jaw going slack as your inner muscles flutter and work around his thick meat.

"Oh-- fuuck..." Matt hisses when you clench around him, his eyes flickering back up to your face to see the fucked out expression etched onto it as you pause momentarily. You shift your hips, trying to adjust to the new stimulation as your body buzzes with pleasure.

A breathy moan leaves you as his thumb works over your clit in slow but relentless circles, and you resume riding him despite the tension coiling deep in your tummy—needing more of his cock.

But it doesn’t take long for your thighs to shake and burn. Yet you try your best to keep riding him anyway. And Matt knows you’re starting to get too tired to do so. So, he decides to take control even though his mind is a jumbled mess of pleasure and fogginess from the joint you’d shared.

You barely notice as he takes one last drag of the joint in his hand and puts it out on the ashtray on his bedside table before his hands grip your hips tight enough to make you gasp and still your movements.

He flips you both around with ease, his dick slipping out with a wet sound, and immediately crashes his lips against yours as he pushes himself back home in your tight heat. Matt finally exhales the smoke he’s been keeping inside his lungs into your mouth, and even in your hazy mind you can’t help but find it unfairly hot.

And you’d think Matt would stop after one round—but no.

He fucks you like he wants your pussy to mold into his shape.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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isa’s rambling ۶ৎ i’m so rusty since i haven’t written anything in almost a month now but i hope it’s not too bad :D and it’s all thanks to that pic of matt ’cause i immediately got sm motivation to write something filthy when i saw that pic. and lemme tell you that that prompt @chratts0pepsican sent in was amazing 😛 (also i assumed it was smoking weed rather than just smoking cigarettes and ran with it so i hope that’s okay :p)

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