ain’t nothing like partying with you
a/n: okay, so I was a tad bit nervous writing this because this is literally my first time writing anyone who’s high. and for some reason, this took almost 2 weeks to write, I promise i’m working on my efficiency and speed. the header is still horrendous but it’s better. love you guys & happy reading!! ❤️
pairing: girlfriend!reader x boyfriend!joe
contains: smut, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) fingering, edging, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, pet names (baby, angel, gorgeous, beautiful.), explicit language, smoking of weed, drinking, risk of being caught, hardly a plot, mainly pure filth.
taglist: @tylerjeauxburreaux9 @mrs-delaney @wheretfisprogoat @ladybugluvrr (dm me if you want to be added!)
The party at Ja’Marr’s villa was pretty normal, at first.
Most people were outside, swimming in the pool, drinking, or just sitting back and getting lost in conversation. But on the other hand, you and Joe had went inside more than a hour ago. No chaos, no loud conversations—just the two of you for the moment.
You and Joe were sat down on a large plush couch, downing shots, not enough to make either of you tipsy.
“Seems pretty quiet in here, huh?” Joe sets his shot glass down, leaning back into you as his hand trails slowly up and down your thigh.
“Mm, very quiet, like besides the music.”
Joe hums in agreement, as his body fully sinks into the couch.
You rest your head against his shoulder, listening to the tune of the R&B song in the background. The low, velvety lyrics entranced you, till Joe’s nose grazes your neck. You let out a soft gasp, he knows that area is sensitive, and he sure didn’t pass up the opportunity to mess around.
“Joe—can’t you wait till we get back to the hotel?” You mewl as he peppers kisses down your neck, lightly nipping at your skin. He pulls back to glance up at you, reluctantly pulling away from you.
“You know I can’t resist, but I’ll stop for now.”
By a miracle, Ja’Marr and Tee appeared, saving you from your still turned on boyfriend.
“Shit, we interrupting something?” Ja’Marr smirks before sitting on the other side of Joe.
“Nope, y’all are good.” Joe finally let you go, before sitting up and looking over at Tee.
Tee plops down next to Ja’Marr, then passes him a box.
“Give ‘em these, they’ll like it.” Ja’Marr nods, and passes the mysterious box to Joe.
Joe, who was curiously watching their interaction, narrows his eyes when he gets the box.
“What’s this?” Joe asks, tracing the intricate designs on the box before setting it on his lap.
Tee laughs and rubs his hands together, before finally exposing the contents of the box.
“Cannabis Caviar man, that shit is like $1400 an ounce. My guy gave me 5 ounces for half of the price.”
You perk up, considering your dad is a harvester back in Cali, you knew your way around weed.
“Really? That is pretty damn hard to find.” You lean forward, catching surprised glances from them, not exactly a surprise for you.
“Damn girl, you got some hidden knowledge or something? Ja’Marr whistles, shaking his head in pure disbelief.
“Nah, she prolly like some guru that shows up to those conventions and everyone knows her.” Tee shrugs, before shifting his gaze of Joe, who was now grinning. And Tee quickly realized that he knew you were like that.
“No fucking way, Joe you knew??!!” Tee dramatically fans himself, as Ja’Marr slaps Joe on the back.
“Burrow don’t tell us nothing.” Tee nods in agreement before, glancing at both of you.
“Anyway, we’re heading out to The Release—”
“The strip club? I thought the ladies outside were enough for you.” Joe huffs out a laugh from the absurdity of what Ja’Marr and Tee were getting ready to do.
“Please, let’s not add onto the list of the baby mamas y’all both have.” Their eyes snap over to you, perplexed as ever. You grinned, knowing that they were probably wondering how you knew such things like that. Even though it was obvious they would flaunt them around. The typical stuff that happens when NFL money gets to their heads, but luckily Joe wasn’t like that. Which made you feel secure.
“Joe, that’s an understatement.”
An awkward moment of silence settles between everyone till Tee started laughing for some reason.
“Nah, nah she knows too much—I can’t with his girl, man.” And quickly after Tee said just that, everyone started dying, Ja’Marr almost being on the floor, Joe practically laying on top of you, damn near crying, then there’s you, basking it in. The chaos and laughter wasn’t exactly apart of the plan, but nevertheless it happened.
Suddenly, Ja’Marr and Tee get up, signaling that they’re leaving. You and Joe wave goodbye, then the door closes and now it’s quiet, again.
Joe grabs the box and opens it, looking at the pre-rolled joints inside. You look over his shoulder before asking him,“Can we smoke now?”
“Whatever you want baby. Got a lighter?”
“Um, yeah.” You fish through your purse for your hot pink lighter, which was buried at the bottom due to the amount of stuff you had inside. Which was something Joe would never understand. If you ever asked Joe to carry your purse, for him it was close to deadlifting.
“Found it.” You hand it to him, your fingers brushing against his making the tiniest shiver run down your spine.
“Thank you, angel.” He grabs the joint, lights it up, then passes it to you.
“Hm, ladies first it is.”
You pinch the joint in between your fingers before taking a long drag, then exhaling— blowing the smoke up into the air. You pass it back to Joe, then takes a drag himself. He holds it in, inhaling deeply before exhaling, letting the smoke come out of his nose.
“I do.” Joe passes the joint back, you take a long drag, blowing it out again. This time, Joe gets the joint, then tilt your chin to look up at him, “Open your mouth for me, baby.”
You scoot closer to him and oblige, he takes a drag then seals his lips onto yours. You can feel the smoke settle into your mouth as he pulls away. This was something intimate between you two, something that felt natural every time.
20 minutes had passed, passing back and forth with the occasional shotgun in between, your self-control slipped. Joe’s demeanor changed slightly, more relaxed than before. Neither of you realized how long it’d been since the mini-sesh started. Everything had slowed between you two, Joe noticed the brief change, and he wasn’t going to hold back anymore.
Joe sets the joint down, before he pulls you closer. You smile, already deciding to do it first, you tug him lightly by the collar, smashing your lips onto his. His eyes widen in slight disbelief, since he was usually the one initiating. But he doesn’t pull away, instead he doubles down, greedily slipping his tongue into your mouth.
“God, you’re such a tease.” He murmurs against your lips, gently nipping at your bottom lip. “Been wanting to do this all night, you and that tight fucking skirt. Just wanna rip it off.”
You moan softly, threading your fingers through his hair. “You have no patience whatsoever. But I want you too.”
Joe pulls back and smirks, like he just checkmated you for the second game in a row.
“Ms. Two-Goody Shoes finally breaks, huh? Knew you weren’t gonna last long.” Unconsciously, his hand follows a slow, dangerous path, slipping down to your inner thigh while he peppers kisses down your neck.
You lean back against the cushion, giving him more access. He hums, slowly kissing down near your collarbone, before biting down softly and soothing the spot with his tongue. You gasp, your hands instinctively clutching the armrest, you feel Joe’s hand creeping, closer to where you wanted him the most. Undeniably, you were soaked through and Joe was only mere seconds away from finding out.
Joe finally rubs against you through your panties, making sure his pace was slow and torturous, your legs quivered as you felt his hand between your legs. “Joey— oh fuck, please.”
He smirks, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Someone’s a little worked up, huh? Tell me what you want..”
He pushes your panties to the side to finally give you what you wanted, but then he stops. He pulls you off the couch, and intertwines his fingers with yours. “We can’t do this here, come on.”
He leads you down a hallway, one that never seems to end. Finally at the end, he stops a door, which was slightly ajar. Pushing it open, it reveals a spacious bedroom, which was presumably the guest bedroom. You walk inside first, taking note of your surroundings. Joe walks in and closes the door with a soft click. You sit on the edge of the bed, and he joins you placing his hand right back on your thigh.
“Shall we continue what we started? Joe asks, tracing a path once again. You nod, not wanting to wait any longer. “Atta girl, take your skirt off for me.” You slip your heels off before reaching behind you to unzip your skirt, shimmying it off of you and letting it hit the floor.
Joe’s gaze darkened as he sees the bright orange panties you had on, he loved it on you. His fingers trace the lace before hooking into your waistband. “Can I take this off, gorgeous?” You smile, with that being your way to give him permission to do whatever he pleased. “Thank you baby.” He tugs on your panties before pulling them down.
Your panties were discarded somewhere, as Joe throwing them across the room instead of where your skirt was. His fingers graze over your clit, making you let out a soft moan. He chuckles, positioning you to lie down while continuing to tease you. “Look at you, so responsive and I’ve barely even touched you yet. My pretty little angel.”
“Joey, please, I want you so bad.” You were practically begging him, he was right there, and he wouldn’t give it to you.
“Aw, you ask so nicely. I think you deserve it, hm?”
“Yes, please, Joe I need it.”
“That’s my girl.” He finally, finally pressed two fingers against you, before slowly and very gently sliding his fingers into you. You clench around them almost immediately, letting out a breathy whimper. He starts pumping his fingers, curling them and hitting your g-spot with the same precision he uses out on the field. You moan when his mouth goes back to your neck, as his other hand squeezes your hip.
“Let me hear you, beautiful.” Joe wasn’t exactly worried about anyone hearing anything, considering everyone was still outside, or as least he hoped. You moan again, louder this time when Joe added a third finger, they were so thick, filling you up and stretching you out. Even though his cock was always the winner when it came to filling you whole, his fingers were damn near addictive.
“Shit, oh my god, I’m getting close.” You tightened around him, gasping as your orgasm was right there. “Are you, baby?” His fingers pump faster, then adding his thumb to rub on your clit, making sure your right over the edge. “Yes! Joe, I’m gonna fucking cum!” And just as you were going to, he pulls his fingers out, licking your juices off of them. You whine in protest, he knew you were going to cum but he was fucking with you again.
“Don’t whine, angel, I wanna fuck you, make you cum around my dick instead, okay? He runs his fingers through your hair before unbuckling his belt and pulling down his jeans and boxers in one smooth motion.
“But first, I want that shirt and bra off.” You oblige, quickly stripping and discarded the remainder off your clothes and he also does the same. Stripping his shirt off and revealing his mouth-watering toned abs and pecs you were obsessed with.
“Lie down and spread your legs for me.” You do that, spreading your legs as far as they would go before it started hurting. Joe lined himself up with yourself. Joe lines himself up with your enterance, looking down you saw Joe was rock hard with pre-cum already leaking from the tip. He gives himself a few light strokes before gently pressing in.
You two moan together, the contact sending electricity coursing through your body, and inch, by agonizing in he goes deeper. Till he’s inside you completely. “How you doing, baby?” You smile, the simple things like him checking in were always your favorite things about him. Even during sex, he was always a gentle giant, unless you asked him to get rough. “I’m good, thanks.”
He starts slowly rocking his hips, keeping the pace slow, not wanting to rush anything. But just being in the moment with you, touching you, feeling you, worshipping you. The undeniable stretch was dizzying, even though you’d had himself many times before. Joe leans down to kiss you, gently cupping your breast with one hand, and rubbing tight circles on your clit. You moan into the kiss, your hands instinctively going up to his hair.
“Faster.” You murmur against his lips, nipping at his bottom lip.
“As you wish, angel.” He picks up the pace, thrusting into you like there was now tomorrow, he pulled out all the way just to slam back into you, blurring your vision. “Oh, you like that, baby? When I just pull out and slam back into that lovely cunt of yours?” You couldn’t actually speak, the sensation was beyond overwhelming. All you could do was nod and whimper as he kept fucking you stupid.
Suddenly, noises emerged from the hallway, what sounded like a couple stumbling through the hallway. “Babe, where’s the bathroom, I need to pee!” She says, opening every door down the hallway. You and Joe freeze in place, too perplexed to move or say anything. “Clara, this way, stop opening up shit.” Clara’s boyfriend says, before the slight commotion halted and the door shut.
You and Joe just stare at each other, before laughing. “That was a close call. I’ve never been that close to being caught having sex at my friend’s house.”
You giggle, pushing a strand of hair away from his forehead. “Definitely a first for me.” As you’re still giggling, Joe stars pounding into you, earning a sharp gasp that escapes past your lips. “Joe, like that, don’t stop.” He smirks, before whispering in your ear, “Wasn’t planning on it, beautiful.” Joe’s hand cups your breast, lightly pinching your nipple, while his other hand stays besides your head to brace himself.
“You feel so fucking good like this. Shit, baby.” Joe groans when he feels you clench around him again. His thumb start rubbing circles on your clit, trying to push you closer to pure ecstasy. “You getting close for me?” You’re withering beneath him, fucked stupid, but able to put words together in a strangled cry, “Mhm, I’m so close!” He nods, as he hips continue to piston into you while skin slaps against skin, the sounds echoing off the walls. “Such a good fucking girl f’me. I’m getting close too, angel.” His Midwestern accent slipped out every now and then, especially when he was fucking you. His thumb rubs faster as his thrusts become sloppy, the pleasure soon to tip you both over the edge. “Cum with me, baby. Fucking show me how good I make you feel.” Your orgasm rips through you, making your back bow off the bed, simultaneously, Joe came. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your insides, as Joe kept thrusting, making sure you were both spent.
“Wow, that was— incredible.” Your chest heaves as you come down from your high, Joe snickers before pulling out slowly, and both of you moan from the lost of contact and oversensitivity.
“Definitely. Do you want me to go grab anything, water, snacks, or you just wanna cuddle?”
“Well, cuddling is number one but I need clothes.” You pull the covers out with the last bit of strength you had, considering you were boneless at this point.”
“Oh yeah, Ja’Marr always has clothes for people.” Joe, still gloriously naked walks over to the dresser, he grabs clothes for the two of you and heads back to the bed, he made sure to clean you off then himself before dressing you. After he’s done, he pulls back the covers and spoons you from behind. “Goodnight, angel.” You smile to yourself, before resting your head on your pillow. “Goodnight, Joseph.
