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Tags/warnings: Cannabis Consumption, oral (f recieving, p-in-v, creampie, oral (f recieving) mentioned, cowgirl, accidental confessions, vaginal fingering, and this one has a smidge of angst, but! Fluff also, friends to lovers
Summary: Another meet up with Ransom starts off normal and almost finishes as such until he says something you can't unhear.
Word count: 1.8k
A/N: I know Bob won on the poll but unfortunately I didn't like some sections I'd written which caused a huge rewrite. So I'm sorry about that!
A joint. A kiss. A Saturday morning well spent on your back, arching into Ransom's mouth as he ate you out like he had something to prove.
After your second orgasm, you rolled him onto his back, to lavish his body with attention before riding him, rolling your hips every so often so you could rub your clit against the thatch of hair and muscle at the base of his cock.
It felt good. It always did. Disconnected from the world and, if you watched the light on the cieling instead of looking at his face, you could be disconnected from Ransom too. You loved him - you could admit it - but you loved fucking him just a teensy bit more. It wasn't as if he felt anything towards you. Although, you should probably tone down on seeing him so much. Almost every weekend and a couple of week days sprinkled in between was a lot, even for you.
Ransom groans and his hands find your hips holding you down onto him. You pay him no mind, your eyes are preoccupied with matching patterns in the light.
"Fuck, baby, you feel so good." Ransom's hips roll into yours, sending his cock deeper. You gasp and hiccup on your next breath.
"Ran-" Your eyes flutter and more patterns appear behind your eyelids. You were close to orgasm - just one more little push over that edge and you'd be there.
"'M gonna cum baby - you gonna cum over my cock?"
You hum in agreement steeling your focus. Focus. It feels amazing. Even if you cared a little bit more than he did. But that's always how it was with Ransom. If you thought about it hard enough your friendship was always transactional - somehow. But then one bad break up led to you finally taking him up on the offer of sharing a joint, which led to a kiss, which led to wandering hands, which led to countless sleepless weekends tangled in his sheets.
Which led to you loving him in a way you shouldn't.
Focus.
Pressure builds - soft, hot, hard and wet mingled in a delicious haze as Ransom fucks up into you, lost to his own pleasure as you try to get lost in yours.
"Fuck - fuck," his hips snap hard. He was about to cum. "God I-I love you."
"What?" Your eyes flare open, ripped away from your orgasm with shock, and you look down at Ransom who looks entirely blissed out, shuddering a groan. Did he just say what you think he said?
Your orgasm is less focused, there's no tidal wave, not so much mess. If anything it's a lot more muted than usual because your mind is elsewhere, swimming amongst the dreamy haze of your high.
Ransom pants beneath you and you remain seated; very rarely is there emotional intimacy after sex. Sometimes you'd lie together, chit chat for a bit, maybe even go for another round or two. Weekends like this often meant you would talk for longer, curled together, and pretend that your unspoken agreement meant nothing to either of you but eventually you'd be dismissed and go about your week like nothing more than friendly banter was exchanged between you. You hadn't minded at first; Ransom's assholish demeanour allowed for that. You'd been his friend long enough to know that his dismissal, his refusal to look you in the eyes after you'd helped empty his balls was a him thing and quite frankly a him thing you didn't want to be part of.
You loved him - you had liked him before you had started getting high together and the more the lines blurred with sex, the more you became - for lack of a better word - attached. You knew it would happen, human connection and all that, but you were surprised at how selfish you were in this situationship. Any chance to be near or with Ransom, no matter how small, you took it. Even if it meant sacrificing a little piece of your heart everytime.
However, that was before you knew he loved you.
Casting your eyes downwards to the man beneath you, you consider your options. This was Ransom; the chances of him admitting to what he said are slim to none, and even if he did there's a high possibility that he will brush it off and say it was "in the moment". You know in your heart that what you have to do is leave and stop this unnamed relationship.
Tears well and you force a smile as Ransom peeks up at you with a cocky smirk. He won't know the difference between tears of pleasure or sadness.
"You were incredible as always." He purrs, his hand reaching for your face.
He frowns when you pull away out of reach and you quickly hold onto his hand instead, sandwiching his warm palm between yours. You can feel his cock still softening inside you, his cum slowly dribbling out to coat your thighs and your pussy pulses involuntarily knowing it'll be the last time you feel it.
"You too." You manage out, more breathily than you intend before leaning down to kiss Ransom's forehead. "But I should get going."
"Huh? Why?" Ransom's frown deepens to an almost-glare. "We picked today because we had nothing on and we could smoke and fuck eachother senseless like we always do."
"Something's come up." You try weakly but Ransom sees through your poor attempt.
"Come up? I didn't notice you check your phone inbetween getting your pussy eaten and getting fucked." Ransom snaps. "What's wrong?"
"I - erm - you..." you cringe at your own words, you want to run away and escape but Ransom is holding you captive in his stern gaze. "I just remembered something I've got to do and um-"
You smack your lips and shrug, trying to look apologetic instead of upset. "Sorry."
"Sorry?" He snaps and then grunts as he folds his arms across his chest, looking irritably over at you. "Whatever. You know where the door is."
You wilt under his gaze and hurriedly dress and grab your overnight bag. You can feel him watching you as you do. You've known Ransom long enough to know he's seething and you can sort of understand why; you ruined his weekend plans of getting high and fucking like rabbits. However, you can't pretend you didn’t hear him say those three little words and pretend like he had one) not said them or two) didn't think they were a big deal. You were fine with your arrangement being one sided but you couldn't continue knowing that you both felt the same and that Ransom would still try to avoid labels and deeper human connection past fucking. That was too painful.
As you shifted your bag onto your shoulder and cast a glance backwards at Ransom, your selfishness took over. You took a step closer to the bed, where he still sat bare-chested with his arms folded and a scowl, and tried for a smile.
"Do you really have to leave?" Ransom pressed again as you closed the space between you.
"Yes," you say, throat dry. Ransom tilts his head at you, as if he'd figure out what's going through your head if you looked at you from a new angle.
"I didn't hurt you did I?" He asks quietly, eyes a little softer. "Didn't say anything bad?"
Is 'I love you' bad?
"Err, no?" You shake your head gently. "Um, not really?"
"So I did do something." Ransom sighs, running his hands over his face with a groan. "Jesus Christ, why didn't you just say so?"
"You didn't hurt me!" You protest feeling a little guilty.
Ransom's blue eyes peek at you over his fingertips. "Then what? Did I say something?"
"Uhh..." your brain blanks out and Ransom stares you down. Anxiety builds as you fight to think of how to get him off your back. "Do you remember what you said?"
"No." He says pointedly. "I was busy thinking about how good your pussy felt on my cock while I came."
Blushing at his crass words you sigh and blink away tears, forcing yourself to look away from him. Of course he doesn't remember.
"What did I say?" He demands again.
"You said-" You stall and then concede; what was the point in lying? "You said you loved me."
Ransom's frown vanishes. "I... oh."
"Yeah."
"That's why you're leaving?"
"I- why wouldn't I?"
"Well, it doesn’t mean anything!" He says, looking at little panicked, cheeks blazing red as he sits up and half moves towards you.
"It means everything, Ran." You argue back, tears welling. "I can't keep fucking you knowing that you love me."
"Why?"
You stare at him blankly and Ransom swallows, rubbing his large palms against the sheets. "You love me, right?"
"But that's not-"
"If you love me, why are you leaving?" Ransom turns the question onto you and you frown at him.
"Don't be an ass, Ransom." You snap and then he starts to smirk.
"I think if you love me too," he begins teasingly. "You should strip and come back to bed."
"That's what you always want me to do." You huff and get to your feet but there's a tug on your left hand and you look down to see Ransom's face looking sheepish.
"Sorry. Just don't go. Let's talk some more." He gives you a pleading look. "Please?"
You drop your bag from your shoulder but don't let it go just yet, staring at Ransom to try and see if he's lying or not. When you can't come to a consensus, you sigh.
"Just tell me one thing," you say firmly. "Did you mean it?"
"Yes." Ransom answers without hesitation. "I didn't think you - I wanted to ask you - Look," he takes a breath. "If I'm honest I wanted to have the weekend with you before saying anything first but it just sort of... came out."
Then he shrugs. "I'm not sorry it happened but I'm sorry that's how I said it."
"Okay." You breathe, smiling as you finally release your bag straps and remove your shirt. Ransom's eyes shamelessly fall on your tits and he sits up onto his knees, letting the sheets fall away from his body as he watches you undress.
You re-take your space next to him, reaching for his face to plant a long, lingering kiss on his lips. His hands find your face and hold you in place as he kisses back. Worry fades as Ransom angles you backwards towards the comfort of the pillows, keeping you close so he can keep kissing you. Warm fingerpads trace up your thigh and you smile against his lips.
"I love you." You murmur, looking up into his soft blue eyes.
"I love you too." Ransom replies, dipping his fingers between your thighs to rub at your clit. Your gasp his smothered by his mouth on yours. "How's about I show you just how much?"
Part of the Green Collection and the 20s Challenge
Banner by me, made in Canva (credit to OG creators | Dividers by @/kodaswrld
Pairing: Steve Rogers x f!reader
Quote: "What are we going to tell the others?"
Trope: Mutual Pining
Not beta'd and I don't give permission for my work to be reposted, translated, copied or put through AI!
Tags/warnings: SMUT, MDNI, p-in-v, creampie, missionary, very romantic bc it's Steve come ON, quickie, semi public sex (? It's on a roof... so...), dirty talk
Word count: 2.8k
Summary: Captain America catches you smoking on the roof of the compound.
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A/N: sorry everyone I've been crocheting this weekend whilst watching gossip girl lmao. Currently on my second project!! 💕
20s Masterlist
Green Collection | Steve Rogers Collection | Masterlist
Stars twinkle above you, painting a canvas from millions of miles away from you. It's strange to think that you can only comprehend a few thousand stars when there are in fact trillions up in the sky.
You wonder if you've ever seen the same star twice. Not that you would know, of course, but it's nice to think that in your minimal amount of time on Earth a star would twinkle at you at least twice.
You look up into the the sky with a dopey grin. You loved coming out to see the stars on nights like this; with your pillows and blankets and snacks. Comforted by the bright light of the silver moon and the winking of your millions of friends, you could peacefully smoke a joint and ponder the universe in peace. You're so lost in the stars this time in fact, that you don't even here the opening to the rooftop door.
"So," Steve's voice cuts through the night air. "This is where you've been running off to."
"Jesus!" You startle, almost dropping your joint. You rush to hide it behind your back, turning onto your side and dropping your joint-hand behind your hip. "Hey, Steve."
His nose crinkles. "What's that smell?"
"Cigarette?" You try sheepishly but Steve rolls his eyes at you.
"Please. I grew up in the thirties and was in the army - I know what cigarettes smell like." Steve narrows his eyes but you can see the corners of his mouth twitching.
"You going to tell me to 'hand them over young lady'?" You tease with your best Cap impression, starting to giggle.
Steve snorts. "Actually, I was gonna ask if you had a light."
He gestures to your blankets. "May I?"
Ever the gentleman. You can feel your stomach swoop and force the urge to turn to goo away, opting to say a strangled, "'course."
Steve takes off his shoes before stepping onto the blankets, laying down beside you. You reach over for your lighter and hand it to Steve, who you can't help but notice looks utterly angelic in the moonlight, who pulls a pack of cigarettes from the breast pocket of his plaid overshirt.
"Steven Grant Rogers," you gasp mockingly. "You smoke?"
"Duh." He huffs placing the cigarette between his lips before producing a lighter. He flicks it once and an orange flame illuminates the features of his face. "Reminds me of the thirties."
The comment carries an unspoken weight and instead of making a gushing comment that you know Steve will hate, you take a drag of your joint. Steve looks over as you blow out the smoke and his face scrunches again, making you laugh.
"What is that?" He grimaces.
Ah, super soldier senses.
"It's weed." You say, looking a little embarassed. "I like to come out here and get high without everyone knowing what I'm up to."
Steve's baby blues blink at you in surprise, cigrette twitching between soft rose-pink lips as he speaks. "And you got on to me about cigarettes."
"God knows what they put in them." You argue.
"You know what they put in yours?" Steve counters, flicking the lighter to life.
"Touché."
"Tony has those damn smoke detectors in almost every room so I come out here." He huffs, tobacco smoke melting into the sky instantly. "I'm surprised I've not bumped into you sooner."
"Ships in the night." You chortle, looking out to the night. "It's always nice and quiet here."
"Yeah. Nice to get away from it all."
You nod in understanding, a comforting silence falling between you for a few moments.
"We should... do this again sometime." Steve says quietly, taking a long drag. He sighs out the smoke and you wished he didn't look so damn attractive doing it.
"Yeah. I'd like that Cap." You grin, taking a drag of your joint, sitting between your fingers.
Meeting Steve on the roof of the compound quickly becomes routine. You didn't always smoke a joint, you just liked to enjoy his company... alone.
One on one.
According to Natasha, you both share signal glances at one another when it's time to disappear for a smoke break; which you only found out about because she pressed you for details when you swore up and down that you were just chatting with Steve. Even if Natasha eyed you suspiciously, no amount of torture she could put you through would make you confess to having a crush on your team Captain.
One fateful Friday night, Steve bravely takes a drag of your joint, imediately grimacing and hacking at the taste.
"That's worse than a cigarette." He sucks in as much air as he can. "God, this feels like whenI had asthma."
"A bit too close to the days of yonder, Cap?"You tease gently, taking a professional drag and looking smug as Steve playfully narrows his eyes at you, his hands still on his knees.
After finishing up the joint, taking turns to share in the smoke and THC, you make your way to your nest of blankets and random pillows catching Steve as he stumbles into you.
"Hoo wow," he blinks, bewildered. "That's a head rush."
"Careful you," you snort, guiding him gently to the space next to you. "I don't need you crushing me."
Captain America giggles.
It sends you into a spiral of hysterics, tears streaming down your face and Steve clutching his ribs, before he takes another huge breath to steel himself. His eyes glance to you, his blue eyes so black they reflect the stars above.
"Everything feels..." he trails into silence and you nudge him. "What?"
"Everything feels what, Steve?" You grin at him. He grins back.
"You're so fucking pretty." He half-slurs, looking at you with what can only be described as pure infatuation.
"Language, Steve." You giggle, feeling heat rush to your face. Butterflies erupt in your gut, sending fluttering wings all the way up to your chest.
"I mean it." He says earnestly, moving to sit up a bit, cupping your face. His hands pretty much encapsulate your head, and they're so warm that you melt into them. "Have you seen yourself in a mirror? Just. Wow."
He blinks rapidly, almost as if he's in disbelief. "I've never felt like this before."
"Weed does that to you." You laugh breathlessly, your heart is in your throat and you know that the weed isn't the only thing giving you cotton-mouth.
"I wasn't talking about weed." Steve says and, before either of you can think, Steve leans in and presses his lips against yours.
It's sweet. Romantic, even. And it's so utterly Steve that you know he didn't think much past the act of doing rather than thinking.
"Sorry," he breathes. "I've wanted to do that for a while."
"I've wanted you to do that for a while too." You whisper back, watching Steve's face light up. "And I think you should give me another for good measure."
Steve doesn't need telling twice as he leans in once more. The kiss is longer this time and as lot less controlled. There's a hand burrowed in your hair and another at your waist, thumb gently pawing over your hip repeatedly that makes heat between your legs pulse. Steve deepens the kiss, half leaning over you and pressing you into the cosy blankets and you hum as you catch the taste of tobacco and weed on his tongue.
Your hands roam under the warmth of his leather jacket, politely keeping them over his shirt for now, relishing to his guttural groan when you bring your knee up to entwine between his legs and instead pressing against the hard tent in his jeans.
"I feel like there's more you want to do to me than just kiss." You snicker, trying to keep your breathing steady.
Steve huffs with a smile. "That obvious?"
"I don't think you could hide it if you tried, Cap." You laugh and Steve's blush deepens, as he moves to kiss your neck.
The first kiss is testing the waters, a soft brush of lips against skin. The second time, Steve's teeth graze along your pulse point and you gasp shakily, turning your head to his to meet his gaze.
Steve's pupils are blown wide and there's a slightly darker shade of pink to his lower lash line that indicates the presence of a high. The moon and stars are mixed into the Neptune blue of his iris' and you grin lopsidedly at him whispering, "You've got stars in your eyes, Stevie. Just missing the stripes."
"Such a romantic." You quip sarcastically, pressing a kiss to his nose as your stomach swoops.
"The only star I care about is right in front of me."
"I am from the thirties." Steve reminds you with a click of his tongue.
"I hope you don't fuck like you're from the thirties." You whisper seductively, biting your lips and trying to look as wickedly doe-eyed as possible.
"No ma'am." Steve affirms with a cheeky smile, pinning you beneath him, large palms either side of your head. Your arms snake up his shirt, thighs squeezing at the sight of the strain in denim; the anticipation of what was to come, before entwining your hands under the collar his his raggedy leather jacket and pulling him downward for another kiss.
Steve follows your wordless instruction, sinking down into you, moulding to you but not suffocating you, as your tongues explore eachother other lazily.
Wiggling one leg free from beneath Steve, you hitch it over the angle of his hip and tug him closer, causing his cock to press against your pussy between your leggings. You both groan and with curt nods to the other, hastily remove the barricades of clothing.
Your leggings and panties are ripped from your ankles in record time - though, you don't bother removing your tank top. Steve manages to shrug off his leather jacket and get his jeans past his thighs but patience isn't a virtue either of you possess. Your right hand fists Steve's t-shirt and tug his face back down to your lips; your left ensures one of his hands reaches below the edge of your tank to grope at your bare tit while you begin to make out and moan again.
Steve huffs a curse, a thumb grazing your pebbled nipple to illicit a hushed moan into the cool night air.
"Are you sure?" He asks suddenly, wetting his lips nervously.
"Absolutely sure." You nod. "Are you?"
Steve nods back and beams a smile brighter than the moon itself. "Anyone ever tell you you look perfect?"
"Quite a few times from this angle." You joke and Steve snorts, flushing red.
"Smart ass."
You chuckle as he leans down to catch your lips in a quick kiss. Your lips tingle against his, almost like they're bubbling with barely contained excitement.
"But seriously," you say in a hushed tone, nibbling playfully at his lower lip. "No one's ever said that to me before."
"They should." Steve murmurs, hand straying from your breast and cupping your face. His hand is warm and rough, calloused by years of fights and training, but cupped in his palm you find comfort and sink against him.
"It only matters when you say it to me, Stevie." You murmur, kissing his palm.
"I promise to tell you every day from here on out." He says, voice dripping with so much sincerity it makes your teeth rot from his sweetness. "If you'll let me?"
"Of course." You smile shyly back at him. "But first thing's first."
Steve's eyes glimmer and he wets his lips excitedly, hunger for you beyond insatiable as he sits onto his haunches to free his cock. Despite the confident strokes over his thick cock, heat pouring from him, his face grows red and flustered.
"If you need me to stop, you can-"
"Shush, Stevie." Your honeyed voice sounds louder now on the quiet rooftop, and far more impatient than you intend it to be. "I want you to fuck me."
"Shouldn't we-"
"Steve," You huff, half-exasperated. He was so sweet it made your stomach churn, but God you were practically cumming from the thought of him being inside you. "I need you. Now."
"Yes, ma'am." Steve breathes, watching your pretty face contort in pleasure as he ran the tip of his cock along your wet slit before sliding into your soaked hole.
"Oh fuck, hah..." The stretch of Steve's cock was something you hadn't accounted for, being so greedy and desperate for it. The weed had definitely made you hornier, wetter, which was a blessing in dusguise on all accounts. Your walls pulsed as Steve bottomed out, and you were chanting curses whole Steve tried to keep a tight hold on his self-control.
You go to move your arms to his neck but Steve stops you, interlacing your fingers with his and pinning your hands either side of your head, but not before freeing your tits from the confines of your tank.
Steve draws his hips back, a delicious drag of pleasure to go with it, before snapping them forward again. He watches your tits bounce in time with his thrusts and when his eyes meet yours, his boyish smile falters as your pussy strangles his cock. With quick, deep thrusts Steve pummels into you adjusting only slightly so you could angle your legs over his hips to send him deeper into your tight channel and he can bury his face in your neck.
"Shit - fuck - ah, Steve!" You can feel the tightness grow, milking Steve for all he was worth.
Steve's fingers squeeze yours, wet slaps of skin against skin echoing into the night. "I've got you sweetheart. You take my cock so well."
You almost choke on your own spit at Steve's words, crossing your ankles behind his back and anchoring him to you on every thrust. As your eyes roll on a moan, you can see the sky. Your trillions of bright friends wink back at you, currently watching Captain America bang your brains out on a roof - how romantic.
Crying out his name as you cum sounds closer to a sob and Steve's climax shortly follows with grunts and groans of sweet nothings.
Unlike you, Steve's not even breathless; only flushed and his perfect quiff slightly tousled. You, on the other hand, are a mess. The drugs in your system make you feel like you're floating away into the stars as you heave heavy breaths, looking up into the night sky one final time before settling back onto Steve's handsome face.
He's smiling almost shyly, brows furrowed gently like they do when he's nervous about something. He looks like he's about to say something, then thinks better of it, opting to kiss you instead.
"Spit it out, Steve." You murmur against his lips as he pulls back, leaning back enough to slip his softening cock from your ruined cunt, but not far enough that he has to let go of your hands. He gives you a sheepish smile like he's been caught red-handed as he shifts to lie beside you, pulling you closer and covering you both with one of the blankets.
"I just... I - What are we going to tell the others?" He gushes making you make a pffft sound as you turn into his chest with a laugh.
Your laughing makes Steve cover you in a litany of sweet kisses that linger on your skin between giggles. "I'm being serious. I think everyone will know when I take you back to my room."
"Back to your room already?" You joke, thumbing away invisible lint from his rosy cheeks. "As if the rooftop rendezvous wasn't enough?"
"Hey, I'm a gentleman. I like to show a dame a good time, not just a quickie." Steve jokes back, brushing his nose with yours. "Besides, you're look so beautiful cumming over my cock that I think I need to to witness it again tonight."
Your thighs clench together and you breathlessly manage, "Language, Steve."
A moment settles between you, comforting and warm against the breeze that rustled lost leaves on the roof. This was something you could get used to. You blink heavy eyelids at the sky and sigh contentedly.
"I can't believe this happened because we smoked in the same place."
Steve clears his throat awkwardly and looks up at the sky with you but after knowing him for so long, you know he's withholding some crucial information from you, and your eyes narrow at him.
"Steven?"
"Nat may or may not have said you come up here...." Steve admits bashfully
"Oh, son of a bitch!" You exclaim, realising the last few weeks of rooftop smokes had been a set up for you and Steve to get to know eachother. Nat probably hadn't planned on you and Steve getting to know eachother as intimately as you had so quickly, but you had to give the Russian spy her credit - she was as devious as she was deadly.
"Language." Steve grins, pecking your lips with a slower, more savouring kiss. "So, you free tomorrow night for our official first date?"
"I think I definitely could be, I'll have to ask my Captain." You tease.
"Oh, you'll be there." Steve nods, still grinning. "Captain's orders."
End
A/N: I think this may be my shortest green fic? Wowee. Hope you enjoyed 💚
Part of the Green collection & winner of this WIP poll
Ask and ye shall recieve! Buckle up buttercups, this is my first fic of 2025.
Banner by me, made in Canva w/ Ari's pic sourced on Pinterest (very basic ik). Dividers by @/kodaswrld here
MDNI/Reblog Banners by @/saradika-graphics
Pairing: Ari Levinson x f!reader
WARNING: This fic not only contains smut but also consumption/use of marujuana. If that's not your bread and butter (or if you are a minor) please do not read. I am also not super knowledgeable on the subject... this is just my brain + google <3
Tags/warnings: SMUT, consumption/use of marujuana, p in v (wrap 👏 it 👏 up 👏), corruption kink, Innocence kink (if you squint) slight age gap (reader in their 20s Ari his 30s), praise (good girl), petnames (pretty girl, sweetheart, baby girl, baby, honey), reverse cow girl, sofa sex, vaginal fingering, teasing, soft!dom Ari, cum play, creampie, multiple orgasm
Not beta'd and I don't give permission for my work to be reposted, translated, copied or put through AI!
Summary: You go to your friend's dealer and get the deal of a lifetime.
Word count: ~3.9k
A/N: Now that we're through all those warnings; I can now formerly introduce to you the Green Collection. My first idea was actually for Jake and from there it spiralled but the majority voted Ari instead ☺️ I don't know if I should put it to a vote again or just surprise you with whose next? this has been in my brain all week and I'm on holiday Sunday (woohoo)
Oh and if you haven't seen, I've got a taglist going - just drop me a dm if you're interested! - x
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No names.
At least, no surnames.
That was apparently a rule of thumb when dealing with dealers. Not like you were stood outside his house (very awkwardly) or anything. Your friend gave you a thumbs up from the safety of his car.
That was the other rule of thumb; never go alone.
You grimaced at him and wiped your sweaty palms against the rough of your jeans, beginning to slowly regret ever mentioning that you wanted to try pot. Said friend in the car said they knew a guy who knew a guy who could help you out, so long as you went with them to get their pick up.
Not much could be said about Ari, other than he was a dealer. You'd asked but you'd been met with a shrug and a "he's a dealer. I get my stuff and bolt."
With your lips pursed into a thin line, you gaze up at the house. It looks inconspicuous next to the others. It's big and homey-looking with a well-kept lawn and a nice (but not expensive) car in the drive. You wonder if dealing is all he does, or maybe this is a friend's house, or perhaps it is his house but dealing is just the side gig. When the door opens you're still expecting a twenty-something year old with red rimmed eyes and a beanie opening the door, or a super scary guy decked out in tattoos. Joke's on you for making assumptions like that.
Ari is tall and muscular, taking up a good ninety-percent of the doorway with his broad shoulders. Long, brown hair fell in waves around his neck and, much like the lawn, his matching beard was thick but well-maintained and the loose light blue cotton shirt he wore complimented his eyes beautifully. You supposed he could look scary if he was angry and frowning, however, with his amused grin as he looked down at you he just looked like an over-sized teddy bear. But maybe that was the point.
"Can I help you?" He asks casually, his eyes scanning you.
"Um, I'm looking for Ari?" You can feel yourself shrink a little under his gaze, he was intimidating regardless of being teddy-bear like or not.
"That'd be me." He confirms. His blue eyes meet yours, challenging you to ask him what you're so nervous to ask.
"C-can I come in?" You stammer out quietly.
"Why?" He presses, making you squirm on the spot.
"Ah, I, erm..." you begin to panic. You can't say drugs - you'd sound stupid and what if he was secretly a cop?
Ari snorts and you look up at him with saucers for eyes. He's grinning, no laughing, at you. Your cheeks begin to burn as you pout at your feet. "You're messing with me, aren't you?"
"Very much so." He moves out of your way, letting you step through the door. "Come on in."
"Not what you were expecting?" He asks, leading you through to the kitchen where the curtains are drawn and there's multiple small bags with what looks like dried herbs inside them.
"N-no." You answer honestly. Your eyes fix onto a drawing on the fridge; a colourful child's drawing where the "people" are mostly vague shapes before looking back at the table quickly.
"At least you're honest." Ari chuckles. "This is your first pick up, I can tell. It's alright, I won't bite."
You wring your hands and wipe them onto your jeans. "Sorry."
Ari snorts again has collects two of the bigger bags and hands them over to you, watching as your carefully hide them into your purse. "Don't apologise. Do you even smoke? Or is Gabriel making you run errands for him?"
You look sheepishly at him; from what Gabriel had said, you weren't expecting this much conversation.
"I haven't tried it before and want to. Gabriel said he'd bring me when he came next."
Ari nods pulling an impressed expression, almost surprised by your naïve honesty. He picks up a small rectangular pack from the table
"Want me to show you how to roll?" He wiggles a pack between his fingers and looks at you expecting an answer.
"Um..." You shift on your feet, feeling a little out of your depth. It would be helpful to know but why would he be offering? Gabriel said it should be in and out and you can already feel your phone buzzing in your back pocket. Then again, Ari seemed nice and you couldn't deny that there was something enticing about the way he seemed to be interested in you. "Sure."
"Right answer." He winks at you and you can feel heat rush to your cheeks. "Hold out your hands."
He pulls out a paper from the pack. It's thin and almost transparent and he places it gently between your fingers so that you hold it in a v-shape, his fingers brushing against yours. He picks up an additional bag sprinkling the herby substance down the centre of the v and your nose crinkles at the smell. It's strong, too much like BO for your liking.
"Awe," Ari coos playfully at you. "It's alright, you'll get used to it."
You puff your pink cheeks in a half-pout. There's something oddly alluring to the fact he likes to try and catch you off guard, teasing and toying with you, and it annoys you that it's working for you.
With his fingers over yours he moves the edges of the paper up and down, before rolling it on itself leaving one edge sticking upwards. He moves the paper towards your lips with a curious look.
"Stick your tongue out." He murmurs and you obey without hesitation. Ari's eyebrows shoot upwards and he smirks. "Good girl."
Heat and shame wash over you as he glides the paper over your tongue and smooths the final edge flat. He inspects your handiwork before handing the blunt to you upright.
"Not bad. Consider this one on the house," He says and before you can take it he moves it out of your reach. "On one condition."
You blink at him. "Um. Okay."
"Next time Gabriel wants his pot, I want you to pick up for him again." Ari's lips tug upwards at the corners, flashing you a flirtatious smirk that makes you feel giddy.
"Sure thing." You nod clearing your throat as he walks you back to the front door. "I-It was nice to meet you."
Ari's eyes sparkle down at you as he opens the door, leaning in the doorway again as you exit. "You too. See you round, sweetheart."
You give him a nervous smile goodbye as you skitter back to Gabriel's car, feeling Ari's eyes follow you the entire way down the drive.
You see Ari again about two weeks later, when picking up Gabriel's next order as promised. The kitchen looks the same as you'd left it, the only addition a blunt that's gently billowing smoke left in an ash tray.
"Been practising?" Ari asks, taking a seat at the table.
"I - yeah!" You get a little too excited and clear your throat adding a quieter "Yeah."
Ari seems happy to see you so enthusiastic and drags the chair next to him out from under the table, patting the wooden seat. "Take a seat and show me."
You're aware of how close you are to Ari when your knee brushes against his and you fight to stay calm. He hands you the papers and watches closely as you pepper in the weed between the paper folded in your small hands; so careful not to spill a single stem. Then you roll tentatively, like he'd shown you before, peeking up at him as your tongue drags along one edge of the paper. The chair creaks as Ari's hand tightens it's grip and you hear his breathing stop for just a second. For a moment, you think you've done it wrong as you seal the blunt over but Ari breaks out into a grin, releasing the back of your chair and letting his hands slap against his thighs.
"You've learnt quickly sweetheart." He sighs, picking up his discarded blunt and taking a quick drag.
"Can I keep this one too?" You ask curiously, admiring you're work as Ari begins to sort through the stems on the table in front of him. His blunt hangs out of the corner of his mouth and his eye brows raise in your direction. The term smoking hot was never more accurate.
"What are you gonna give me for it?"
It's a loaded question and you both know it. Heat grows between your legs and you shift in your seat next to him.
"What... do you want?"
"Ah. Ah. I asked first." He tuts, winking at you. You shift your legs again.
"W-well." You clear your throat, feeling hot all over. "I don't think I'm smoking my joints right - I'm not getting the feelings that Gabi describes."
You peek up at him, feeling stupidly bashful and naïve for even thinking of asking him this, but the rush of being around him is too addictive. Ari's eyes don't leave yours, patiently waiting for you to continue.
"So I was wondering if you'd show me how?" You ask with soft pleading eyes, adding a hasty; "Please?"
"You wanna rent me?" Ari chuckles, looking over at you as he puffs out a cloud of smoke. "Whore me out?"
You fight a blush even though you don't find the idea unappealing. "N-not what I meant."
"Tell you what, since you asked so nicely," he sighs, running a large hand through his hair. "I'll take you up on that if-"
He pauses, setting his wrist down on the table with the blunt still smoking between his fingers, turning to face you fully. "You kiss me."
Now your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, lips parting slightly as if you can't believe your ears or your luck.
"O-Okay." You wet your lips nervously, leaning closer to his face. Your eyes drop to his lips for a brief moment before you push forward, colliding your lips against his. Beard scruff brushes your cheeks and your lips tingle and soon enough there's a large, warm palm on your neck that eases you closer against his body. You relax enough to open your lips wider, letting Ari run his tongue over your lips before he slips into your mouth. He tastes like smoke and temptation and you hum happily into his mouth, letting your lips move against his.
Your hands find perch on the thigh closest to you as you lean into the kiss, the tough muscle beneath your palms flexing under the material of his jeans. Ari's palm cups your cheek, his thumb brushing the faint curve tenderly as he kisses you, sending your brain and pussy feral. By the time you remember to breathe again, you're already light headed.
"It's yours." Ari's voice is thick and he takes another drag. He blows out the smoke long and slow, his blue eyes peeking at you and how you're watching him like a hawk, waiting for him to do something more to you. "I'll show you how to smoke next time and make sure you have the high of a lifetime."
"Thanks." You puff, leaning back and removing your hands from his leg.
"No more waiting on Gabriel either - I'll give you my number." With the blunt hanging from his lips Ari holds out a palm for your phone which you willingly give, you stomach swooping with excitement. "I'll text you when I'm free."
You can't contain the small smile that graces your swollen lips. This whole game of coy cat-and-mouse had you ready to jump his bones from the moment you met and the longer it continued the more you were struggling to keep cool.
You were so glad Gabriel had such a hot dealer to introduce you to.
The next time you see Ari is the following week.
You didn't want to seem too desperate texting him too soon but you couldn't stop thinking about your brief, but seemingly eons long, make out session. Luckily, Ari texted you first after three days inviting you over whenever you wanted for your smoking lesson, but due to work commitments, you had to postpone until the Friday.
Knowing you probably wouldn't just be smoking, you opted to wear some light make up and your lucky thong; paired only with a tank top and a short skirt. If the last two visits were anything to go by, you weren't sure how long your outfit would stay on.
The Uber to Ari's was silent, your head already spinning and you gripped the handles of your back pack filled to the brim with snacks. You hadn't wanted to come empty handed when he was still technically doing you a favour.
Even if he was going to fuck your brains out regardless.
You were less awkward now as you stood outside Ari's door and far more nervous. The cool air kissed your legs and your pussy fluttered with each passing thought of Ari's wandering lips and hands and if he'd tease you in more ways than one tonight or purposefully make you wait - or beg - for him to ruin you.
When Ari finally opens the door, he almost does a double take. His eyes are glued to the hem of your skirt, showing off the tops of your thighs. You can't complain, your eyes are glued to his body too; his tight white t-shirt that wraps around each muscle and his grey sweatpants that have a definite outline of his cock.
You swallow your drool and clear your throat. Ari blinks back to life and grins at you.
"You look good," he says stepping aside to let you through. You edge past him and peek up to smile coyly.
"Thanks."
"I've set up on the sofa. You want anything to drink?" Ari asks, closing the door and locking it behind him, following you through to the living room. "You can drop your stuff wherever."
"Um, no. I'm good, thanks." You drop your bag at your feet. You're back to standing awkwardly again, playing with the hem of your skirt, trying to think of how to start.
Ari walks past you to his sofa and throws himself back into a relaxed position, his eyes never leaving yours; his long legs spread open wide. As he'd said, there's a lighter, some papers, an ashtray and a small bag of pre-ground pot lined up next to him.
Ready for you.
"Alright then, let's get started." He says voice low, patting one of his thighs. "C'mere pretty girl. Show me what you've learned."
You inch towards him, letting his hands find your hips and guide you backwards onto his lap. His hands are warm as they run over your skirt, nudging your legs to straddle over his knees, spreading you open to the living room before you. You gasp quietly, shifting against his large, hard cock against your ass as Ari pulls you backwards, pressing your back into his firm chest. Your heart beats so fast it's almost non-existent; you'd wanted to be ruined and it looked like Ari had been on the same wavelength too. You can feel your pussy gush with need as you try to keep your breathing steady when the small baggy and papers are waved in front of your face.
"Roll us a joint, baby." Ari purrs, his breath fanning against your neck, making you shiver. Blushing, you take the weed and papers, balancing them precariously in your lap as you make up the joint and letting Ari's hands run up and down the expanse of your thighs with ghost-like touches.
"You're so good at that now." He praises, his chin digs a little into your shoulder as he watches you roll the joint. "Such a fast learner."
"Mm." You hum, jumping when his fingers dip under your hem and trace patterns against your inner thigh. Your clit throbs as Ari chuckles, his fingers inching higher but stopping before they're right where you want them to be. "Had a good teacher."
"Stop rolling." Ari commands gently, and you turn to look at him ready to stick your tongue out.
"Ah-ah." Ari shakes his head with a smirk. "I'm not gonna seal it with that. Not when I have you sitting in my lap like this."
Before you can ask what he means, his fingers dip under the material of your thong and run the length of your already-silky folds making you stiffen and bite down onto your lips to keep a pornographic moan from spilling out. Your walls pulse as Ari's nimble fingers work at your clit gathering more of your arousal before removing them entirely, leaving you to whimper pathetically at the loss.
He runs his wet fingers along the bare edge of the joint before cleaning them up with swift licks of his tongue.
"That's the good stuff," he rumbles. "Seal it over."
You do as he says, your brain clouding with lust as his other hand squeezes your thigh like a brand.
"Put it in my mouth, honey." Ari parts his lips for you to gently place the joint between his lips. The lighter flickers to life with one firm stroke from Ari's thumb and he raises it to the end of the joint, taking two quick inhales until the embers glow before tossing the lighter aside again.
You watch closely as he takes a long drag, moving the joint between his fingers as he swallows the smoke and then blows out two smoke rings. You squint at the sting of the smoke but can still make out Ari's smirk.
"Tastes fuckin' good." He teases, making your cheeks go more red. "Go on, take a hit."
He holds the blunt to your lips and you tentatively take a drag, coughing a little as you try to mimic him swallowing the smoke. Ari snorts at your attempt and kisses your nose, making your heart flutter incessantly.
"Good but you can do better." He holds the blunt steady for you. "I want you to take some long drags while I fuck your sweet little pussy okay? Long drags - and hold that smoke for five seconds each time."
You gasp at his words and nod firmly, taking the blunt end between your lips as Ari reaches under you to pull his cock free of his sweats. You can feel the a delicious squeeze around nothing as Ari runs the tip of his cock over the flimsy material of your thong before yanking it to the side. His cock is as big as you'd seen through his sweats, but there's a scalding heat to it as he taps the head against your clit, making you almost whine out your exhale of smoke one two seconds too early.
"Now, to me." He leans over your shoulder, lips parted and you immediately let him him take a drag of the joint. He shifts you in his lap, sighing out his smoke as he slides his cock into you, impaling you onto him. His hands hold your hips in place as he leans back into the pliant leather, groaning loudly as your walls clench around him to accommodate to his size.
"Shit, baby girl," he huffs. "You're fuckin' perfect."
You puff out what little smoke you managed to breathe in, moaning loudly instead as Ari bounces you on his cock. You're leaning back enough to be able to see exactly what he's doing; ramming his cock so far into your pussy his balls smack against you. Your toes curl and your thighs start to strain under the pressure of being stretched wide over his legs.
You try to take more drags but you're interrupted by your own moans and the mess Ari is making of your pussy already. Your walls milk his hard cock and you could swear for a second you saw stars as a familiar tightening in your abdomen signals a fast-approaching orgasm.
"Ari," you pant squeak his name as your pussy clamps around him, the wet sounds becoming louder and louder. "I think- hng - I think I'm gonna cum."
"I know sweetheart, I can feel that tight pussy squeezing me." Ari's fingers press into your hips as his pace continues, a loud groan erupting from his throat. "Take another drag for me first."
You suck on the joint hanging loosely between your fingers, taking a long gulp of smoke.
"Look at me." Ari growls out, a hand sneaking further around your waist and lower. As your eyes lock with his, his fingers find your clit, sending sparks across every nerve in your body. A smug grin crosses Ari's face as your eyes flutter and a moan rumbles in your chest before giving you another command, "Blow."
You breathe out the smoke into his face as he breathes it in, your eyes drooping to half-lidded pleasure.
"You look so beautiful doing that." He snatches the joint away from your loose hands and presses it into the ashtray, despite there being plenty left. He catches your curious look and smiles. "I need to focus on you, honey and I don't need you dropping your hard work."
Ari's fingers find your clit again, drawing tight circles as he fucks up into your tight hole. Your pussy spasms and you moan, your arms reaching for something - anything - to keep you steady as he fucks into you harder. The slapping sounds that echo around the room are drowned by your curses and groans as your second orgasm draws closer.
"You're doing so good for me, sweetheart." Ari murmurs into your ear. "Just knew I'd like you. 'M gonna enjoy having you around to fuck and fill-" Ari's words are cut off by a short grunt, followed closely by quick gasps for air as he cums inside your shuddering pussy. You follow suit, heaving for breaths as you gush over his cock again.
"Stay right there," He urges softly, pulling you against his chest. Slipping his softening cock from you and placing kisses against your neck, he murmurs "I'm not quite done with you yet."
One had runs fingers along your slit, jumping between teasing your oversensitive nerves to pushing his cum back into your leaking hole. With his other, he hands you the lighter before picking up the blunt again and holding it to you to light for him. Your hands shake as you reach over to light it, your poor legs convulsing over his as he strums your messy cunt without a care in the world.
"That's my good girl." Ari presses feather-light kisses against your shoulder and you whimper, trying to focus on lighting the lighter. You flick at the metal furiously and on your fourth attempt, a flame flickers to life and Ari lights his joint in the flame before taking a long drag and blowing the smoke away from your face. He looks like a dragon hoarding his treasure; smoke billowing from him as you turn in his lap and bundle closer, dripping all over him.
Ari watches you with a warm grin plastered to his face, his eyes are glassy, red rimmed and a little puffy as he offers you a drag. It's a small drag, no coughing or sputtering this time, but the weed seems to be taking effect because your body sways and you can't stop smiling up at him. Ari only laughs and urges you to lie further on top of him, running a large warm hand up and down the length of your back.
"You should wear skirts more often, sweetheart." He rumbles, taking another drag, his softening cock twitches against your bare pussy and you sigh with delight. "Although, this one might be ruined by the time I'm finished with you."
Not beta'd and I don't give permission for my work to be reposted, translated, copied or put through AI!
Summary: You eat a weed gummy (or three) and are on cloud nine when your boss comes to check on you.
Word count: who knows (on mobile)
A/N: the depravity got to me on this one folks 🥴 more author's Notes at the end!
Dividers by @/kodaswrld
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Being a PA to Lloyd Hansen often meant jet-setting across the globe but Amsterdam was the one place you never expected to be heading to for a flying visit. Especially when the meeting itself could be done over Teams.
The hotel you had booked was lavish; nothing but the best for Mr Hansen, as always. You were too jet lagged the first night together do any exploring despite Mr Hansen's insistence.
"You're no fun, Sweets." He had sighed at you.
"I'm sorry Mr Hansen. It's just been a busy day."
He rolled his eyes and waved a hand dismissively. "Suit yourself. I'll bring you back a souvenir."
"Thank you, Mr Hansen."
Your hotel room was adjacent to Mr Hansen's but no less extravagant. A double bed with sheets neatly tucked beneath the mattress, plush carpet and a large bathroom with a tub.
Sighing, you collapse onto the bed. Your boss was a hard-ass. You were worked like a dog with very little praise or acknowledgement for your hard work; running around arranging meetings, booking hotels, dealing with pissy clients. Although, you weren’t sure if praise and gratitude were in Mr Hansen's vocabulary.
You need a vacation. Or a cocktail.
Or three.
You roll onto your back and stare at the cieling. There was something that kept you around, other than the pay, and that was despite his demands and seemingly heartless demeanour Lloyd Hansen was a very good boss. Paid sick leave, paid vacation time, even maternity leave was discussed when you were negotiating your contract. You were taken care of, even if it meant dealing with the man himself.
Your eyes flutter closed, images of Lloyd's sneer creeping in. When he did thank you, it made your chest fill with pride and your legs squeeze tight. You heave a breath. You'd be stupid to deny that your boss wasn't hot but you felt incredibly stupid that, deep down, you loved being his little PA.
Feeling a little more relaxed, you sink into the pillows and fall into a deep sleep.
The next morning, you're rudely awoken to Lloyd entering your room and throwing the curtains open.
You couldn't remember falling asleep and you woke up groggy in the same clothes as the night before.
"Rise and shine, cupcake." Lloyd lilts before frowning at your clothes. "Why the hell are you wearing those?"
"Sorry sir, I fell asleep." You say, sitting up and rubbing at your eyes. You reach for your phone, reading the time as just past seven-thirty a.m. and frown. The meeting wasn't until ten thirty.
Across the street.
You look at Lloyd, struggling to keep your expression neutral. "Mr Hansen, it's seven thirty."
"I know what time it is." He snarks, folding his arms across his chest, towering over your bed. "I wanted us to get some breakfast together downstairs and for you to brief me. Seems like waking you up early was the right choice."
He raises an eyebrow at you and you flush under his gaze with embarassment. Of course he'd want a briefing. How silly of you.
"I'll shower and change and meet you downstairs, sir." You nod, swining your legs over the edge of the bed. "Sorry."
"Pfft." Lloyd waves a hand. "Twenty minutes, sunshine."
Without so much as a goodbye, he stalks out your room and closes the door with a thud. You sigh getting to your feet and stretch, making a stumbled approach to your bathroom.
You definitely need a vacation.
You're actively glaring at Mr Hansen as he grins at you over his coffee.
"What's with the look, Sweets?"
"What look, Mr Hansen?" You respond coolly, picking apart your croissant. Lloyd snorts but doesn't respond. Your briefing had taken half an hour, your notes neatly scribbled and highlighted in a manila folder that sat in front of Lloyd.
You place a piece of the flaky pastry in your mouth, savouring the buttery notes that danced along your tongue. You're not sure why he's intent on tormenting you today but you can feel his eyes on you as you chew and you have to suppress the shiver that threatens to crawl up your spine.
"When was your last vacation, Sweets?" Lloyd asks suddenly. Your brows shoot up as you look up at him, utterly taken aback.
"Um, about six months ago sir."
"After this meeting I want you to take a few days to relax." He takes a sip of his coffee. "Scratch that, start now."
You gape at him. Not only had you been woken up at seven-thirty, he was now forcing you to go on vacation? You'd heard his short temper had others fired on the spot but surely, after working so hard for so long he wouldn't do that to you?
"But sir-"
Lloyd hold up a hand and your mouth clamps shut.
"I can take notes in the meeting if I need to. You've been slacking the last few days. I need you in tip-top shape if you're my PA." He flashes you a smile and you don't know if it's genuine or if he's trying to play mind games. "Can't have you bumbling around and tired. I need you looking fine and ready for anything."
Your jaw sets. You know better than to argue but you know he's not wrong. Lloyd chuckles, setting his cup down.
"Aw, don't be like that cupcake." He coos teasingly. "I know you want me around twenty-four-seven but this is in your best interest. And mine."
When Lloyd catches your look of discontentment, he rolls his eyes with a sigh. "If you want to work that badly my laptop is in my room and you can sort through emails and meetings or whatever else it is you do to make my life easier. The souvenir I got for you is there."
Lloyd's room is a mirror of yours the only difference is that it's slightly bigger to accommodate the king-size he always preferred to have booked for him. There are what look like gummy worms on the bedside table. They must be your souvenir. Your boss certainly had a sweet tooth but gummy worms? You pick up the box and inspect the seal - broken. He must have broken into them last night. You roll your eyes.
So much for your gift.
You'd have preferred a magnet.
Still you pop a gummy worm into your mouth and settle against the headboard and open up the laptop.
"Ooh." You nod as you chew. "Spared no expense, Mr Hansen."
The gummies are delicious and after the first one, you're already munching on a second. All is well for about twenty minutes as you place your third gummy into your mouth, your head feeling heavier than usual. You shake it off. It has to be jet lag.
Another twenty minutes go by and your cheeks feel funny, the words on your email are melting and you slam the laptop lid shut. Your mind doesn't even race, it takes a leisurely jog to try piece together what has happened.
You need to lie down. You crawl to the end of the bed, sprawled flat, head spinning. You feel motion sick, you're on a rollercoaster you can't get off. You don't know how long your there for, or if you fall asleep but when you hear the clock of the door you turn on your back, greeted by your boss' smiling face. Your heart jumps erratically.
"Mr Hansen!" You say a little too excitedly, trying to sit up, swaying violently as he approaches before collapsing back onto the mattress. He kneels at the edge of the bed, his face close to yours.
"Hi." You grin at him and giggle. Was he always this handsome or had you just zoned it out because you worked for him?
"Hi." He grins back, spotting the opened box of gummies next to the discarded laptop. "Honey, how many gummies have you had?"
The nickname, the sweetest he's ever called you, makes your body light up with heat.
"I dunno." You say slowly, your tongue feels too thick in your mouth. "Like three. I think?"
You blink, eyes heavy and glassy. "Why?"
"They have hash in them sweetie." Lloyd says, brushing wisps of hair from your face. "You're high as a fucking kite."
"Hehe hash..... hash 'stache," you giggle prodding at Lloyd’s cheeks. You can feel your breathing grow heavier as you knead his cheeks with your thumbs, his lips twitching into a vicious sneer, but your expression softens.
"You're so handsome." You murmur dreamily to him. "Even for a hard-ass."
"Oh? I'm a hard-ass?" He hums thoughtfully, leaning closer. "Even on you?"
"Yeah." You add dreamily, sighing heavily. Your brain is all gooey grey mush, filled with images of Lloyd's face; a smile, a sneer, a smirk. Every single one made you more light headed than the last. "But you're still a good boss."
You slip further off the bed, your head against curve of the mattress grinning up at Lloyd, eyes puffy and half-lidded.
Lloyd sighs a long breath and moves some of your hair out of your face, looking at you curiously as you shiver under his touch.
"Good bosses don't think about shoving their cock down their PA's throat or bending them over their desk."
"Oh." It's a quiet sound but you know Lloyd's heard it from the smug grin that creeps along his face. You can feel goosebumps rise along your skin, your nipples pebbling against the lace of your bra. You can feel horniness begin to stir but you don't mind it, in fact, you welcome it.
"Why have you never asked before?"
Lloyd exhales and looks away from you grinning like a mad man. He can't believe his ears. "Because, sweetcheeks, I don't want to get sued for sexual harassment."
"Oh yeah." You say slowly, realising what you'd just said. "That'd be bad PR."
"Very bad PR." Lloyd repeats, looking back down at you. "Even if you look absolutely fuckable right now."
"Sir," you breathe out in a whine and Lloyd's brows furrow as his eyes close, trying to focus.
"Jesus Christ, shut up. Let's get you sat up and get you some water." He stands but you make no effort to move, too busy taking in the sight before you. You always wondered why Lloyd wore such tight slacks. Not that you minded much because his ass looked absolutely delectable in them. But now as he stands above you, you realise there's another bonus to them being so tight.
The outline of Lloyd's cock is clearly visible against his slacks. He was so hard already, you almost commended your boss for managing to keep that monster in his pants. If your mouth wasn't so dry, you'd probably be salivating right about now.
However, your brain being the pile of goo it was at the moment in time, did decide to speak it's thoughts out loud.
"Mr Hansen," You shift your legs on the sheets to ease the ache in-between them. "Your cock is huge."
Lloyd groans, running a hand down his face. You can see his cock twitch and strain at your words and your cunt throbs knowing he wants to fuck you so badly right now. And it's kinda turning you on that for once he's being a gentleman.
"You're such a whore." He sighs wistfully as you open your mouth to him tantalisingly. "You want me that badly?"
"Mayyyybe." You say with faux-coyness, erupting into more giggles before stretching with a cute sigh. "Your cock just looks delicious in those slacks."
"Want a taste, huh Sweets?" Lloyd presses, grinning smugly when you nod. "Well, who am I to deny my favourite employee? Especially when she's on vacation."
Your eyes are glued to his crotch as he undoes his belt, unbuttoning his slacks slowly to tease you. Your breathing is almost silent - completely focused on the show Lloyd is putting on for you and Lloyd absolutely fucking loves it.
When his cock springs free of his boxers you audibly gasp with excitement, your legs moving against the covers. You watch with a pout as Lloyd pumps his cock in front of you just for good measure before tapping it gently against your lips, smearing pre-cum over them. He only means to tease but when he pulls back to see the look on your face he groans loudly, as you diligently run your tongue along your lips and stick it out for him.
"Fuck, you want more?" Lloyd runs his cock over the length of your tongue, smirking when you press kisses along his hot shaft in response to his question.
"Please sir." You murmur in a hushed tone, licking stripes up and down his cock. It feels so wrong and so right all at once. "Wanna taste you all the way down my throat."
Lloyd curses but obliges your request, slowly pushing into your mouth, relishing the way your throat convulses around his thick cock. When he hears a choked noise he halts, thinking you've reached your limit.
"Aw, poor little slut," He coos, pulling back just a little. "Can't fit this big cock into your mouth, huh? What a shame. You'll just have to- ah!"
Lloyd's hands brace against either side of your hips on the bed as your nails dig into the flesh of his ass and pull him further down your throat.
"Shit!" He curses, bemused by your eager show as you grope at him, humming around his cock with delight. He's buried to the brim in your throat and your nose nudges at his sac when you bob your head slightly to suck and Lloyd, for once, has no quip to offer you; fully indulging you in letting you service him.
You're surrounded by Lloyd's scent; musky amber mixed with whatever expensive lotion he decided to bring with him and he tastes just as good. You hollow your cheeks as Lloyd's hips begin to move and his chuckle is breathless.
"Oh fuck. You want me to fuck this pretty throat of yours, huh baby?"
You hum excitedly, clawing at the flesh of his ass and urging him to fuck your throat faster. It's suffocating and sexy all at once; hearing Lloyd's moans, the lip-smacking noises and breathless gasps for air as his cock bruises and fills your throat, feeling your spit get smeared across your mouth and cheeks thanks to Lloyd's balls smacking against your lips.
You can feel your skirt hiking over your hips and your clit pulses with arousal as Lloyd peels your soaked thong away from your heated flesh. You make a garbled squeak when you feel Lloyd's fingers spread your silken folds to the cool room air, letting your boss bully his cock further down your throat. You can feel tears forming as you gag around his cock, but force yourself to breathe slowly through your nose.
"All for me? You shouldn't have, Sweets." He taunts, running his fingers down to your dripping hole and back to your clit again. "You are soaked."
Your moan vibrates around his cock when you can feel Lloyd’s spit land on your clit, choking on his cock as he smears your cunt with it, dipping his fingers into your tight hole and working you furiously. Your legs writhe and you try to focus on keep your cheeks hollowed, letting Lloyd's cock slam into your mouth as he lavishes your pussy with toe-curling attention.
"That's a good girl, keep those legs open when you choke on my cock." Lloyd coos, second hand moving over your clit to rub the bundle of nerves raw. Your scream is muffled by Lloyd's thick cock when you soak the sheets beneath you with cum, legs still writhing limply as your body shudders.
Lloyd pulls his aching cock from your mouth, glistening with your spit, and hearing your pants as your body settles after your orgasm. You lamely make an attempt to shuffle back to swallow his cock again, unabashedly cock-drunk, but end up slipping further off the the bed; balanced awkwardly on your shoulders as your legs dangle limply downwards, too heavy to keep up. You start to giggle and catch Lloyd's lips twitch into a smirk, towering over your body with a twitching cock.
"Don't think we're done yet sweetcheeks," Lloyd huffs, taking off his shirt. "I've not cum yet."
You squeak as you're spun on your shoulders with your back to Lloyd, your legs held apart as Lloyd buries his cock into your still-pulsing pussy, making you both moan loudly.
"Tight little cunt," Lloyd grits out, straightening his knees so just the tip of his cock twitches against your walls. "Perfect fit."
He doesn't wait to slam back into you, fucking you into the hotel carpet as he holds you up by your legs. You whine, gripping at the carpet, Lloyd's cock splitting you open in the most debauched and delicious way.
"You stupid little cocksleeve," Lloyd taunts, thumbing your clit as his cock pounds into you. "You should know better than to eat things that don't belong to you."
"I'm sorry sir!" You wail, gasping for air as electricity pulses through every nerve. "I thought they were mine."
"Well, you thought wrong." Lloyd retorts. "The fuck would I get those for you? Don't you think I know you by now?"
"Yes! Yes I - ooohh fuck." You cut yourself off loudly when his cock hits just the right spot that has you seeing white splotches across your vision. Your pussy clenches around his cock, milking him down into your tight channel as your clit throbs from Lloyd's consistent attention. You barely have time to collect your thoughts before warning him of what was about to happen.
"Please Mr Hansen," you half sob. "I'm going to cum."
He removes his cock just before you squirt, furiously rubbing your clit with his fingers to make your legs shake as you soak your thighs, your own cum dripping down onto your torso. Your moans of ecstasy quickly turn into pitiful yelps as Lloyd smacks your overworked clit, weak apologies tumbling from your lips. You should feel embarassed but your head feels stuffed full of clouds and the only thing on your mind is having your boss fuck you stupid; all inhibitions, morals and worries are long forgotten.
"Fuck me." He huffs as the head of his cock dips into your soaked cunt again."You're my very own self-lubricating fleshlight honey. Feels so good having you wrapped around my cock like this."
You only moan in response. Your thighs strain from their own weight but you feel like you're on cloud nine; fucked out and strung out whilst Lloyd uses your pussy. You whimper thinking you may squirt a third time. His cock is relentless and so deep, especially with his palms pressing on the backs of your thighs to keep you wide open.
"I could just start fucking this sweet ass right now and you'd thank me for it." Lloyd jeers, squeezing at your thighs hard to hear you cry out.
The fullness of his cock stretching you out disappears entirely but before you can pout and beg for him to keep going, you see spit from his lips careen to your asshole and you jerk with a yelp at the sensation.
"Shall we see if you do?" Lloyd murmurs, running the tip of his cock downward through his fresh spit against your puckered hole.
There's a feeble, half hearted attempt to call for him to stop but the moment his fat cockhead breaches that tight hole you're moaning louder than before.
"Ohh," comes Lloyd's breathy response as he pushes down further, slowly intruding on your other tight hole. "Your ass is just welcoming me in!"
The stretch isn't as painful as you'd expected. Being so relaxed from the gummies and two orgasms later you're pretty much primed and ready to be stuffed. And Lloyd is more than happy to fulfil that promise.
Through your dazed expression you can see that signature smirk of his. "You like this don't you? You like me using every hole?"
You pant, trying to think of words. Evidently, you take too long, and Lloyd smacks at your cunt making you scream and jerk against him.
"Answer me, Sweets." Lloyd demands, starting to move his hips as your ass accommodates his cock.
"Yessir!" You hiccup out, earning you a beaming, proud smile from Lloyd.
"Good girl," he purrs fucking into your ass in a steady rhythm. "Now, say thank you."
"Thank you sir!" You squeal as his thumb circles your clit again and again and again. You can feel Lloyd’s sinful gaze on your cunt as it squeezes and gapes around nothing, his thick cock busy ruining yet another hole. You can feel the wetness of his hand toying with your pussy, strumming your clit lazily. You can't take the pressure, or pleasure, of his cock any longer both holes contracting tight as you cum with a mewl.
"That's it." Lloyd praises, pushing your thighs so you're almost bent double, tips of your toes behind your head. "Don't think, Sweets. Keep cumming."
Your body is wrecked, you're seeing everything in a haze of overstimulated tears, smiling a big, dumb pleasure-riddled smile back up at Lloyd. There's a curse and he pulls out of you quickly, pumping his cock a few more times before painting your pussy and clothes in thick, sticky ropes of cum.
You're both huffing trying to catch your breath and you let your legs fall, half curling under you. Lloyd gives you a devilish smirk and steps over you stepping into the bathroom. You're still sprawled on the floor when you hear the door open again, your head still spinning. All of your muscles ache from being stretched to their limit, thankfully dulled by the edibles you'd mistakenly eaten.
"Now that's a sight," Lloyd purrs, stepping out of the bathroom. Even without looking in a mirror you'd have to agree; lying on a hotel room carpet, your clothes creased and covered in cum.
Lloyd offers you a hand and pulls you up to your feet, chuckling when you flop into him. Your muscles strain and you wobble, earning you another grin.
"Aw sweetheart, fucked so good you can't walk straight? Come on." He urges you to the bathroom where you can now hear the distinctive sound of running water.
You strip as Lloyd checks the temperature before helping you step in, helping to keep you upright while you clean up, even going so far as to let you use his expensive body wash. He cleans up after you, an arm around your waist so you don't slip or fall. You help brush his hair out of his face when it gets drenched in the shower and you catch a glimpse of what might be a real smile.
"Thank you, Mr Hansen." You whisper sincerely into the shower stream between you, breathing in the scent of his soap.
"I think you have earned the right to call me Lloyd off-shift, honey." He says softly, shooting you a small smirk.
You smile a little and take a brave, yet still wobbly, step out of the shower and dry yourself with a soft towel. Lloyd quickly follows suit but smacks your ruined clothes from your hands when you attempt to re-dress.
"What are you doing?"
"Sir, I-"
"Lloyd," he corrects sharply before shooting you a quizzical look. "You're not gonna leave me high and dry after letting me fuck you like that, are you?"
"Um..." your eyes are wide as you stare back at him. He couldn't be serious. But this was Lloyd. Your boss. "No?"
"Good answer." Lloyd says, tugging you from the bathroom, and pushing you towards the bed. You clamber into it, getting comfy under the sheets and ignoring the slight damp patch you left earlier. Before you can say anything else Lloyd tosses a water bottle from the mini fridge at you, moving to join you with a bottle of his own.
"Just doing my due diligence, cupcake." He smiles down at you. No shark's grin, no mocking smirk; a real smile that makes your stomach swoop. "You're a good employee and I want to keep you around."
"Just as an employee?" You scoff half expecting him to agree. Whatever had happened between you had most definitely blurred the lines between boss and employee... but Lloyd didn't seem to care so why should you?
Lloyd hums thoughtfully. "We'll see. If you keep letting me fuck you stupid, I'd be inclined to update our arrangement."
You nod, cheeks growing warm at the thought, something Lloyd doesn't miss and without missing a beat, drapes an arm over your shoulders and tugs you closer into his side.
"And if that's the case, you deserve some room service. My treat."
End
A/N: And yes, Lloyd got you a magnet. Vote for who's next here
WARNING: Now, my blog is 18+ but for a warning, this entire collection is about consuming cannabis and fucking. Just so ya know. If that's not your bread and butter (or if you are a minor) please do not read. I am also not super knowledgeable on the subject... this is just my brain + google <3
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Pot ☆Ari Levinson x f!reader ☆ 3.9k
Summary: You go to your friend's dealer and get the deal of a lifetime.
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Summary: After eating two brownies, Jake goes on a trip with you by his side.
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Grass ☆ roommate!Curtis Everett x f!reader
Summary: Your roomie convinces you to take a hit, leading to some fun in the kitchen.
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Hash ('Stache) ☆ Lloyd Hansen x f!reader
Summary: You ate an edible without knowing what it was and Lloyd teases your for it.
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When I Get Low, I Get High -☆ Steve Rogers x F!reader
Summary: Captain America catches you smoking on the roof of the compound.
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Cigarettes & Feelings -☆Bucky x f!reader
Summary: You and Bucky can't ignore the effect you have on eachother and all it takes is one walk home and a joint to change everything for the better.
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High Life ☆ Fwb!Ransom Drysdale x f!reader
Summary: Another meet up with Ransom starts off normal and almost finishes as such until he says something you can't unhear.
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Wacky Tobacky ☆ Steve Rogers x f!reader x Bucky / Stucky x reader
Summary: You're usually a quiet person but after doing a blunt rotation with two super soldiers on a dare, they get more than they bargained for.
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Reefer ☆ Jack O'malley x f!reader
Summary: Jack O'Malley owes you money and then some. This story is about the "then some."
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All of my work is 18+. Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI machine.
Tags/Warnings: Cannabis Consumption, smoking, SMUT, porn with plot, and feelings lol, really sweet stuff, handjob (ft. Spit), needy Bucky, back clawing 👍, p in v, clit play, itty bit of a cock bulge if you squint, marking (love bites), use of good girl/doll, creampie (there's protection), eye contact, coworkers to lovers
Summary: You and Bucky can't ignore the effect you have on eachother and all it takes is one walk home and a joint to change everything for the better.
Word count: 5.3k
A/N: Another idea in the drafts for a hot minute. And my first song fic! I feel like this song is so them and it makes me WEAK. This is probably one of the much more romantic ones I have written for this collection. Enjoy!
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It wasn't just cigarette smoke in the air one warm summer's night outside some hole-in-the wall club in New York City. Bucky had stepped outside for a quick (and cheeky) cigarette but he failed to notice you tucked away under a dim warm overhead lamp that was busy being assaulted by a moth until you spoke.
"That's a bad habit." You chide jokingly, startling Bucky to look up at you with a cigarette dangling freely between his lips.
He'd not seen much of you tonight, other than a brief hello at the bar when it was your turn to buy a round, and Bucky wished he remembered how to talk to a beautiful woman without sounding like the village idiot. Wearing a skin tight black little number and heels, you'd managed to occupy his thoughts the entire evening and he'd tried in vain to look for you in the dancing crowds and come up with a plan to speak with you. It seemed, though, meeting in the tiny back alley adjacent to the club for a social smoke happened to be his best chance.
Bucky pointed dumbly at your smoking cigarette gently held in a v between your fingers. "You too?"
"Only socially." You chuckle leaning against the rough brick wall. The light overhead cast your face in golden hues and Bucky fought not to accidentally gulp his cigarette. Who knew back alley lighting could be so good?
"You wanna light?" You reach between your breasts and pull a lighfer out like a magic trick, and Bucky's eyes linger far longer than they should.
"Uh. Yeah. Thanks." Bucky's fingertips brush yours as you hand him the lighter. As Bucky lights his cigarette, he catches you shiver in his peripheral before taking a drag of your own cigarette.
You sigh smoke out and Bucky mimics you, sidling closer so that he's almost touching your shoulder.
"You cold?" He asks casually, purposefully not looking at you so he doesn't have to be reminded of how gorgeous you look tonight.
"Eh," you shrug. "I'll be okay when I get back inside."
"You sure? You can have my jacket." Bucky offers, his stomach fluttering with nerves. It was an innocent yet loaded suggestion; one Bucky hoped you'd take him up on.
"I couldn't rob you of warmth." You take another drag but you look unsure.
"I'll be okay. Super soldier, remember?" Bucky holds his cigarette for you to hold and shrugs off his leather jacket before swapping with you.
His jacket hangs off you but you somehow manage to look even better.
As you snort a laugh, you wobble in your heels, stumbling forward slightly with your palms pressed against the hardness of Bucky's chest. Bucky reaches to catch you on instinct but since you'd already stopped, all he managed to achieve was pull you closer. Your perfume had mingled with the leather already, adding a floral sweetness that was absent before, and Bucky's heart hammered under your palms.
"Hehehe, whoopsie." You giggle, stepping back slightly and brushing hair from your face. You don't quite let go of the end of the strand you move, fingers twirling and wrapping it almost nervously. Pink stains your cheeks, darker than your makeup; looking adorable in his oversized jacket.
"You're great teammate Buck."
"Huh?"
"And- and a great guy!" You stamp out your cigarette hurriedly and throw it to the trash before adding in a sweet whisper. "I don't know. I feel like I don't say it enough."
There's a pause and the air between you both shifts slightly. Before there's any comment on that shift, you speak again.
"Guess I've had more than I realised." You say in a rush, glancing to the floor and then back to Bucky with another adorable sheepish smile. "I should probably make a move."
Bucky stares dumbly at you, mind lost to your kind words and your dress and you in his jacket until he realises you're wanting to get back inside the club. He jumps aside, heart in his throat as you edge past; not enough to touch him but enough that he gets a waft of that perfume you wear. The one that smells like allure in a bottle.
You go to shrug off his jacket but he shakes his head and pulls it back over your shoulders. "Keep it." He urges. "Stay warm on your way home."
"Thanks, Bucky." You peek up at him, your eyes liquor-glazed. "I'll give it back to you Monday."
The next time you see Bucky, he's freshly back from a mission. You'd called him once he'd re-entered American airspace - wanting to know if he was safe and not needing any immediate medical assistance once he'd landed. He answered on the second ring and you could hear the smile in his voice through the comms as he told you not to be such a worry-wart and to just meet him for debrief once he'd landed in an hour.
"Hey you," you greet from the behind the safety lines, biting back a smile as he exited the quinjet.
He was wearing a moth-eaten turtleneck that's fraying in five places that would have looked good on him if it wasn't luminescent green; wholly mismatched to his dark and brooding demeanour.
"I'm never letting Alexei pack for me again." He huffs storming past you to the table behind you to dump his duffel bag.
Sensing his stress you innocently pull a pack of cigarettes from your bag and wiggle them, stopping Bucky in his tracks. He turns, eyebrow quirked, and you smile.
"Care to join me on my smoke break?"
"I thought you didn't smoke?"
"I don't." You say simply. "Only socially."
Bucky cracks a smirk. "You know I've only just got back."
"And you're already stressed," you counter, raising your eyebrows at him playfully. "I can debrief you while we're out."
"Count me in." Bucky strides back towards you and you fall into step behind him heading outside the quinjet hangar.
"So," you begin, taking a drag of the cigarette before handing it out to Bucky to do the same. "Mission a success?"
"You could say that." Bucky says, taking a drag from the cigarette. He looks so good it should be a federal crime. "'Lena said you guys are going to a party tonight?"
"Yeah. You coming?" You take back the outstretched cigarette and take a long inhale. The question holds more meaning than you care to admit; you said you'd show face for an hour and that was only if Bucky wasn't going.
"Maybe." Bucky sighs. "If I could find a good enough reason to go."
"And I'm not a good enough reason?" You half-joke, peeking up at him to catch his grin as you hand back the cigarette.
"You're more than enough of a reason." Bucky says so sincerely you can feel your knees threatening to wobble. "But I don't know how well I could keep up with the young 'uns."
You chortle, looking out over the city. "That makes you sound old, Buck. If it gets boring we could always ditch."
You don't mean it to be an offer but the quiet inhale of Bucky’s breath as he takes his final drag fills the space between you before Bucky nods. "Sounds like a plan."
The party was in full swing by the time you had arrived. You'd made an extra special effort since Bucky had said he'd be there. Tight black dress, make up, heels; the works.
You should know better than to pine (and lust) after your teammate and coworker but Bucky Barnes was another kettle of fish entirely. Kind, funny when he wanted to be, a good leader, a good man, and his physique was worth pining over, quite frankly.
Perhaps that was why he had a woman on each arm when you spotted him and your stomach dropped all the way to the reception desk ten floors down.
"Hiiii~" Yelena sings, approaching you with Bob in tow. You give them both a smile and hope it looks more excited than you felt. Maybe you'd ditch a lot sooner than planned. "What do you want to drink? We have cocktails, mocktails..."
She continues to list some other beverages whilst Bob sips his mocktail beside her, awkwardly avoiding the little umbrella in his glass.
"Just a water, thanks." You tell her and she pokes her tongue out disappearing between a throng of people, leaving you with Bob.
"You alright?" You ask him, giving him a small smile. Bob nods.
"It's a lot." He admits with a shrug. "But I'm having fun! Ava said I can hide in the rooms upstairs if it gets too much."
You nod sagely. "Good plan."
Bob looks out and spots Bucky, making a low whistle. "Woah, Bucky’s popular."
You're glad Bob's not looking at you and misses the way you immediately frown. "I'm not surprised."
"Mm." Bob slurps his drink noisily, buying time to change topic; it works. "You missed Walker being ignored."
You snort. "Really?"
"Yeah." Bob smiles, and from the golden glimmer in his eyes you can tell he's smug about it. "Those women were chatting to him before Bucky arrived and they just blanked him entirely."
"Poor boy." You snicker, not feeling entirely sympathetic for your blond teammate. You would do the same if Bucky was present.
"Bucky came in looking for you anyway." Bob adds just as Yelena reappears and hands you your water.
"Yeah!" She swigs at her non-alcoholic beer and clinks it with your glass. "First thing he asked was if you were here."
Your lips twitch and your stomach thrums with butterflies, ignoring your earlier mild jealousy. "Really?"
Yelena's eyes narrow playfully. "Mmhmm. I think he's sweet on you."
You wave a hand dismissively, but she catches how your eyes drift back to him and you begin to smile.
"I bet by the end of the night he'll have put the moves on you!"
You roll your eyes. "Yeah, right."
Two hours later, you're still waiting on Bucky to make a move. Your frustration has reached a new level after Yelena's teasing comment and now you're tapping your foot as Walker bemoans to you about having zero luck when Bucky’s around. You needed a cigarette - desperately - or perhaps the extra special one you have tucked away in one of the secret compartments of your handbag.
Bucky had attempted to move away from the women, but each time he moved another would stop him, and now you're annoyance (and mild jealousy) were becoming intolerable. You need to relax and, by your own words, had stayed an extra hour than intended so you'd fulfilled your intended social obligation for the evening.
"I'm heading out for a cigarette." You tell John abruptly, getting to your feet and unpeeling yourself from the sofa, picking up your handbag as you go. John looks dejected but waves anyway.
"See ya in a bit."
You don't want to tell him your plan is to leave the party entirely. You're sure there's a park bench calling your name on the way to your apartment, and your brain already relaxes at the thought when you step into the elevator. Just as the doors close you hear a voice call to hold it and before you can even press the 'open' button, a metal black hand slams against the doors with a loud bang and Bucky's face slowly appears as the doors reopen.
He grins at you sheepishly. "Going for a cigarette?"
"Maybe." You say, trying to ignore the fluttering in your chest. "Is that your way of asking to come with me?"
"Maybe." He says stepping into the elevator.
When the doors close, the elevator seems so much smaller. You and Bucky are on opposite sides of the elevator, sneaking shy glances, unsure of what to say. Bucky speaks first.
"That party's..." He clears his throat. "Busy."
"Aren't all parties busy?" You quip and you both share a look that makes you both laugh quietly. The air is thick and you can't get out of the elevator fast enough when it dings and opens into the reception foyer, glass doors to the street within view.
"So, you want to bum another cigarette from me?" You tease as you approach the doors, humid New York air rushing over you as you open them while Bucky follows closely behind you.
"Maybe." He smirks. "Is that your way of offering?"
"Maybe." You giggle, trying to bite back a grin, enjoying your banter. You reach into your bag and fiddle around for a second before producing your thick joint. "But I only have a joint with me. You got a light?"
Bucky's eyes grow wide and he blinks at you for a moment before reaching into his jacket and retrieves his lighter, flicking it once to light it. He carries the flame to the end of the joint, which now hangs limply between your lips, and you suck in a soft breath as the embers light.
Bucky stares at you whilst you take the joint between your fingers and blow out the smoke away from him before holding the joint out to him.
"I was gonna take a walk through the park and head home." You admit with a small smile. "But if you wanna share I can wait a while."
"I'll walk you home." Bucky says firmly and eyes the joint. "But I-uh- well... I shouldn't really...." Bucky stumbles over his words and you laugh at him, making him blush fiercely before he snatches the joint from your fingers.
"Hey!" You protest lamely, smiling at him, starting to walk down the street in the direction of the park side by side.
Bucky takes a defiant drag and sputters with a frown. "Eugh... That's disgusting!"
"It helps ease the mind." You tease, laughing when Bucky pulls a face of pure disgust and confusion before smiling down at you with crinkled eyes.
The walk only takes fifteen minutes, and between teasing one another inbetween drags, you happily notice you're pleasantly frazzled. You trip once and Bucky finds it a good enough reason to lock his left arm with yours and keep you steady. You were more giddy and giggly because of it, and you swore you saw rainbows and cartoon hearts floating around his head everytime you passed a street lamp.
Halfway through the park you stop at a bench and half pull Bucky down beside you and urge for a five minute pitstop to enjoy the moonlit trees.
"What are we waiting for?" He murmurs, the bench wood digging uncomfortably into his back.
"The sun." You say sweetly, head resting on his shoulder, staring up at the sky.
"We'll be waiting a while, doll." Bucky chuckles and you snort.
"It's worth it if I'm with you." Your brain speaks for you before you can stop it but Bucky only hums in agreement, making a pink haze blush at the edges of your vision whilst you sit together in a hushed silence.
"My lips feel weird," Bucky says after a moment touching them with his fingers gently. "Is that meant to happen?"
"Show me." You look up at him, staring at his lips unabashedly and Bucky moves his hand out of the way so you can trace his lips for yourself, shuddering under your touch.
When his breath hitches, you move in, crowding his lips with yours in a tender, unadulterated kiss. Your lips have pins and needles when pressed against his and when you retreat back you watch his closed eyes open slowly, blue iris' focused on you with a mixture of surprise and lust.
"How did that feel?" You breathe quietly.
"Tingly." He says, stretching his left arm across the bench behind you to hold your shoulder and pull you closer. "Do it again."
You smile as you lean in again. This time your kisses linger and, the longer they sit on Bucky's lips without complaint, the more confident you become. Quick, sweet kisses become sensual and longing ones; your hands having to find something to hold so you don't get swept up in him, one of them being his thigh. Bucky groans low in his throat and that sound goes down south immediately and you pull back to take a breath, vaguely aware you're still in the park.
"We shouldn't..." Bucky breathes onto your lips, his blue eyes searching yours for something he can't find.
"Then let me go." You murmur, shifting against him, putting a slight pressure on his left arm to make space between you.
"I don't think I can do that either." Bucky whispers, licking his lips as he looks at you.
"Then shut up and kiss me Barnes."
"You don't mince words, do you doll?" Bucky beams at you, organic hand cupping your face before leaning in to peck your lips.
"Never with you." You say sincerely, gazing up at him and seeing those stupid little hearts again. You see them around his head and in the black of his eyes and want to be in his arms like this forever.
When Bucky searches your eyes a second time, your face flushed and lips swollen with kisses, he can only see the one thing you beg of him: ruin.
He lets out a long breath before saying, "Come on, let's get you home."
You don't really know how you got home. You felt like you levitated there, although, you're half convinced Bucky picked you up and sprinted to your apartment.
He got you to your door, you remember that. You remember him pinning you to the door when you'd asked (very politely) to give you another kiss before bed and you remember him following you in, his lips and hands all over you as you fumble your way into your apartment and kicking your door closed with the back of his foot.
That's how you ended up in your bedroom with Bucky.
He backs you towards the bed, shucking his jacket off as his lips meld to yours and throwing it to the floor. His jeans are already too tight but your dress - Jesus Christ your dress - is being tugged off of your beautiful body so unceremoniously sexy his cock aches. You stumble backwards onto the the bed, kicking your heels off to the plush rug beneath, and retreat in your lace underwear to your pillows watching as Bucky licks his lips.
Hungry like the Wolf never seemed more accurate until this particular moment, with Bucky ditching his shirt quickly and crawling up the bed, placing lingering kisses over your exposed skin until his palms find a place either side of your head. Your knees are closed together on instinct and you feel oddly shy under him as if you hadn't been clear in your intentions on the park bench.
Bucky leans down to kiss you again, his dogtags icy cold against your searing skin, and you melt into the mattress beneath you. Bucky’s hips rest against your legs and then, in one swift movement, his knee is pushing your legs open wide and settling himself flush against you. His lips never once leave yours in this endeavour and your brain gives up all chance of resistance, surrendering yourself to Bucky entirely.
His hands find your face as his tongue slips past your lips to taste you again; one cool that whirrs a quiet mechanical hum in your ear and the other warm with calloused fingers that delicately trace your cheek. Overwhelming sensations in your blissed out brain make you gasp into Bucky’s mouth before he rolls his hips into yours with a hushed moan.
Words aren't exchanged but the silent acknowledgement of the other’s body with featherlight caresses are enough to know that you're both pushing towards ruin together.
Your hands sink into his soft, short hair like claws, anchoring him to you when you kiss him harder than before. Bucky rolls his hips again but this time you moan, angling your legs wider to drape your legs lazily over his hips.
Bucky pulls back then, his cock straining in his jeans and pressing into the lace clad warmth of your cunt to down at you. As you look into those blown-out blue eyes of his, waiting for him to back down, back out and back away. However, he doesn't, instead murmuring four words that make you lose your mind;
"I need you, doll."
Although you don't say it back, the way you drag him back to your lips so ferociously is all the answer he needs. He concedes to your unspoken demand, trapping you against the mattress with his kisses that vary between delicate and rough; like he can't decide if he wants to savour you or devour you.
A hushed moan escapes you as you reach down between your bodies, popping the button to Bucky’s jeans and ungraciously shoving your hand inside to cup his hard cock under his boxers. You can feel it twitch and jump at your touch, and Bucky makes a breathless whine that sets every nerve of yours on fire.
You push past his boxers to feel the soft, hot skin and the coarse thatch of hair beneath and tug his cock free, pushing Bucky's boxers and jeans down with the heels of your feet. Bucky’s now pre-occupied with neck and your chest; leaving blossoming pink bites so gentle you wonder if they'll even last the the night. His organic hand, in an effort to grope your tit, pulls at the lace cup of your bra a little too roughly causing it to rip.
It snaps him out of his lustful stupor for a moment to mumble a sheepish apology and you dismiss it with a stroke of his cock.
"Don't care." You say and he hisses. "Keep going."
You pump his cock a few more times before spitting into your palm, surprising Bucky who's eyes roll back the moment your cooling saliva hits the tip of his aching cock. His organic palm sits on top of your breast, squeezing intermittently as Bucky's hips rock into your palm for a few beats. You can feel the familiar damp of your cum forming against your panties, just from getting him off, but you squeak with surprise when Bucky's hands rip the lace covering your soaked cunt.
"I'll buy you a new pair," Bucky huffs, adjusting your hips with his hands beneath your thighs. His eyes are black with lust now, his chest heaving ragged breaths. "Need you."
You nod soundlessly in knowing - in understanding - guiding his cock through your hot silken folds until he's aligned with you, breaching you slowly to allow you to accommodate and feel him. Your breath hitches, watching his cock disappear into you with carnal mesmiration, before looking up at his face. He's in a similar state to you, lost in your eyes, drunk off your touch and high on your pleasure; blue eyes black and cheeks dusted pink.
When he reaches the base of his cock he lets out a shaky breath, as do you as you fall back slowly against the pillows. Bucky's hands glide around to your hips half-pinning you to the bed as he starts to drag his hips back slowly. He watches you the entire time; watching for any signs of discomfort. But when his gaze flickers to yours, you think you see his soul; and that's how all hell breaks loose.
Gone is the slow, bordering on romantic lovemaking. Here begins the passionate, bordering on maniacal fucking.
"Fuck, don't look at me like that, doll." Bucky growls, burying himself deeper than before whilst gripping your hips so hard it hurts. You moan loudly, hearing the smooth slickness of your cunt swallowing his cock and feeling that glorious stretch of pleasure you no longer had to imagine.
"Like what?" You breathe, hiccuping as he ruts into you again, clearly struggling to decide on what pace he wants to set.
"Like- Like-..." he groans head falling back as he fills you to the brim again. His fingers flex and claw onto the plump flesh of your ass instead of the bone of your hips now, although no less painful, and he never does finish his answer. He only ruts into you, hard and fast and primal.
His face burrows into your neck as he pounds you into the mattress, all sense of resolve vanquished from his being. Bucky nips and sucks at your thin flesh - harder than before, so you know you'll have evidence of the night - earning him gasps and high pitched moans. You anchor yourself to him; feet crossing behind his back, nails scratching the flesh of his back as he moves.
"Oh, Bucky-" Pleasure washes through you as you pull him deeper, Bucky muttering broken curses into your ear before fucking into you with such force the bed rocks and slams against the wall.
The wet pats of his balls against your tender flesh fill the room alongside the your pants and the headboard against the wall. You reach up blindly as your cunt constricts him, one hand grasping the headboard, the other his metal forearm for stability. Bucky leans himself more upright, taking in your glassy expression and bitten lips and slows his thrusts.
Angling your thighs upwards slightly, so that you're bent at an almost 30 degree angle from your waist, Bucky moved his organic right hand over to your mound and splays his fingers. You look confused for a moment but then he presses down gently, shifting his thighs slightly, and oh boy you feel it.
With his cock nestled inside you, Bucky’s gentle pressure highlights how deep he really is. Bucky looks just as shocked as you but when he starts to cant his hips again you both groan, feeling each drag of his cock against the walls of your tight pussy.
"I wanna feel you cum over my cock, doll." Bucky states firmly, his thumb dipping down to swipe at your aching, velvet clit. The sound you emit is ungodly and your back arches into his touch; a touch he continues to speed up to match his thrusts.
"C'mon, you can do it." He urges, and you whimper in response. "Be a good girl for me and let go. You can do it, right? You can do that for me?"
You release the headboard and his arm to clutch at his shoulders as you shudder violently, your cunt choking his cock desperately whilst you cry his name. Your orgasm is powerful and overwhelming, and each breath you take after is more like a sob, prolonged by Bucky’s treatment of your clit and cunt.
He doesn't slow down too much but just enough that you can catch your breath, mumbling sweet praises to you. Your chest heaves as your body relaxes again and when you look up into those sparkling blue eyes, you see something unexpected hidden between the lust and it sets your soul on fire anew.
"Buck- please." You beg. "Feels too good."
"What do you want me to do?" He presses down on your clit a little harder and you shift your legs with a mewl. A maroon flush creeps up your neck; you know exactly what you want him to do and to speak it out loud makes you feel a myriad of different feelings you don't yet want to put a name to.
"Cum." You say almost shyly.
"Where?" Bucky punctuates his question with a deep roll of his hips, the tip of his cock massaging every ridge of your cunt, thumb circling your bud slowly.
"In - Insi- oh fuck," you swallow thickly as Bucky thrusts harder again. You clench around him, trying to abstain from cumming again, holding out for him.
"Where?" It's not a demand this time, more questioning, not quite believing his super soldier hearing. "Tell me doll, tell me what you want."
"Inside. Oh God, Bucky, please-" you intake a sharp breath, meeting his gaze for a second. "I wanna feel you cum."
"Shit," he breathes, hips stuttering for a second and then driving into you with renewed passion. "Whatever you want, doll."
His left hand snakes beneath you, under your arched back and to your right shoulder, pulling you flush against as he fucks you so hard you see stars. You chant his name again and again, clinging to him as he loses himself to you, and you to him. When you do finally tip over the edge, it's together. Bucky murmurs sweet nothings and praises as he slumps against you, softening cock twitching inside you while you lie spent beneath him; feeling his and your cum coat your thighs as you trace imaginary lines on his face.
"You're gonna be the death of me." Bucky says, shifting back so you can see his boyish smile. He blinks down at you for a moment before leaning down to peck your lips and pulls out of you with a short huff and you try not to let your eyes flutter. He moves to your side, keeping his left arm beneath you so he can pull you towards him once he settles.
You chuckle quietly, curling into him, fingers playing with his dogs tags. They clink and clatter quietly between your fingers filling the now empty sounds between you. What do you even say? 'Thanks for the boning see you in work Monday'?
You turn your head into his neck, placing a tender kisses at the column of his throat. You're caught in the middle of two minds; that this was a mistake, a beautifully, hot and sexy mistake never to be repeated or that it was the beginning of more beautiful, hot and sexy mistakes. Bucky was most definitely your favourite mistake and regardless of the next day and the days after, you'd be taking advantage of his closessness for a little while longer.
"Hey," he takes your hand, silencing the dog tags and forcing you to peek up at him. "You okay?"
"I'm okay." You offer a smile that you know is unconvincing and Bucky frowns, the lines on his forehead creasing.
"I wasn't..." Bucky trails, placing his finger pads against yours. He watches as you splay them and close them together. "I wasn't too... rough, was I?"
"Oh God no!" You exclaim, catching his train of thought. "You were great. I - um - I've never..."
Your face heats and you want to hide under the covers. "I was just thinking about us."
Bucky's eyes rise to yours again, interlacing his fingers with yours, the warmth of his palm against yours comforting and confusing.
"So was I."
You stare at eachother for what feels like years, trying to glean understanding from eachother's features alone. When it doesn't work, you clear your throat.
"I like you Buck - clearly -or we wouldn't be here." You start nervously, squeezing his fingers.
Bucky snorts. "I like you too. Clearly."
He shifts closer, half hovering over your face. "I'd like to do this again. Get high with you and stay up waiting for the sun to smile on everyone while we talk about everything and nothing." He fixes you with a pleading look. "That is, if you'd like that too."
You laugh, half disbelievingly. "Is that your way of asking me out?"
"Maybe." Bucky smirks. "Is it a yes?"
"Maybe." You tease, placing a testing kiss against his lips. When you move back, Bucky follows, tongue darting against your lip.
"Buck!" You squeal, giggling as he rolls back on top of you, playfully kissing over your face. "Come on, I want a snack before round two."
"Why do you need a snack when there's a snack right in front of you?" Bucky pouts against your lips and you laugh, squealing more when he starts to kiss you all over again. "And one that will keep you full."
You hate the way your clit pulses and heat spreads over your face. You let out a breathless whine of his name and he stops kissing your skin to give you a triumphant smile.
"You've driven me insane from the moment we met, doll." He purrs, placing a warm hand on your neck to thumb the soft skin of your cheek. "It's only fair I pay you back with interest."
END
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A/N2: did i intend for this to be so long? Nope. I also didn't intend to take so long to write it but c'est la vie. I hope you enjoyed this installment - Bob won the vote on the next one ;)
Banner by me, made in Canva w/ Jake's and the brownie's pics sourced on Pinterest. The specific brownie is a called cosmic brownie and I highly recommend you try them (fudgy brownies with m&ms/smarties!!)
Jake Jensen x curvy!f!reader
WARNING: This fic not only contains smut but also consumption/use of marujuana. If that's not your bread and butter (or if you are a minor) please do not read.
Not beta'd and I don't give permission for my work to be reposted, translated, copied or put through AI!
Additional Warnings/tags: Jake being high, Jake being a dork, Jake being adorable, friends to lovers bc I can't help myself, breast/nipple play, oral (f recieving), vaginal fingering, clit play/teasing, squirting, p-in-v (wrap it!!), creampie, sofa sex again (woo!), overstimulation, crying from overstimulation, (accidental) pleasure!dom!Jake, pussy drunk Jake (when is he not though?), needy Jake, multiple orgasm (RIP your sofa), dub-con kinda, petnames (baby, sweetheart), lil bit of possessiveness teehee
Summary: After eating two brownies, Jake goes on a trip with you by his side.
A/N: The image on the left is that of a cosmic brownie (and you can find the recipe for said picture here) since space cakes tend to be any cake variety. This was the first fic I wrote for the collection, but Ari one the poll. ENJOY 😈Forget-me-not Blues will be out tomorrow xxx
Also, not an ad, but if you guys wanna smell like cinnamon rolls - Mallows beauty cinnamon swirl body oil. It's sparkly and smells divine... and was the inspiration for this ;)
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Three day weekends were your favourite thing in the world. You'd wake up late, make yourself your favourite breakfast before beginning your self care ritual.
Occasionally, it starts with baking a batching of extra special brownies; if there's none left in your freezer. Boring box mix elevated with a shot of coffee, eggs and extra chocolate chips. Not forgetting your melted cannabutter to make them special.
Once the brownies are out of the oven and marked into twelve equal squares, you can go about enjoying the rest of your day, starting with your weed-kend ritual.
The ritual begins with you washing your face with warm water before picking out a face mask whilst your brownies bake. Today, you choose a bentonite clay mask that smells like a strawberry milkshake, setting a timer to wash it off and take your brownies from the oven.
Then you go upstairs to shower. You give yourself the works; washing and conditioning your hair with a hair mask, shaving your legs and underarms. You're singing along to more of your favourite songs as you wait for the timer for your hair, thinking of how to plan the rest of your day. You'd get out the shower, moisturise, maybe paint your nails and set up a movie before eating a brownie and ordering a big, fat take out when the munchies kicked in.
Oh these long weekends were good.
If only you had someone to share them with.
When you exit the steamy shower you notice a text on your phone
from your friend Jake
Jensen 12:06
Hey! Hope your weekend is going well so far 🤠 Could I stop by later and drop off the games you lent me? They were a hit with the guys 🤠😎
You smile down at your phone. Seeing friends on your long weekends wasn't uncommon but today you'd wanted very limited social interaction and with Jake around it was unlikely to happen.
However, this was also Jake. Your favourite person in the world who loved using cowboy emojis and making you laugh. So long as he stopped by before you planned to scoff a brownie you'd be okay. Maybe you'd even offer him one.
You 12:08
Sure. Stop by before 5pm and I'll be here. ☺️
Jensen 12:08
:-)
You snort at his response and open your Spotify to your favourite mix of songs and pick up your new body oil from your bedside table. Cinnamon Swirl body oil smelled as good as it sounded and now you did too.
Once oiled and smelling divine you reach for your fluffy pyjama shorts and tank, feeling like the human equivalent to a pastry; fluffy, warm and smelling oh-so delicious, you headed downstairs to watch a movie while you waited patiently for Jake to arrive.
Jake arrives around three in the afternoon.
You're greeted by his smiling face when you open the door.
"Hey you," You grin, stepping aside to let him in.
"Hey." He bundles inside, almost tripping as he's distracted by your ass in your pyjama shorts as you close the door behind him.
You hold out your arms for the board games. "Gimme those, I'll go put 'em upstairs."
"You sure?" He asks as he places them into your arms, suppressing a shiver when your hands brush his. You peek up over the boxes at him. Even in your PJs you looked so damn adorable.
"Sure I'm sure. You know where the kitchen is, get yourself a soda or something." You wink, heading up the stairs with the boxes. "I'll be two minutes!"
Jake wanders into your small kitchen like he'd done so many times before, thinking about how he should broach the topic of asking you on a date. You were good together; he liked spending time with you, you liked spending time with him. Any little excuse he could use to see you he'd take it and anything to see that sweet smile of yours he'd gladly do.
The scent of brownies pulled him away from his thoughts of you and leaning past the fridge door he spotted the chocolatey goodness that seemed angelically highlighted before him. Your baking was top notch and the last brownies he'd had hadn't lasted two days in his home. He closed the fridge and picked up one; chomping it in two bites.
The face Jake pulled at the flavour was a cross between a grimace and utter disgust. It was thick and strong; all the excellent elements of a good brownie but tainted with a sickening taste that made him want to throw up.
So he ate a second in case it was just one bad brownie.
The result was exactly the same, unsurprising to everyone but his lovely self, but whilst he was contemplating how brownies could be this bad you reappeared from your board-game-putting-away duties.
"Jake," you begin eyes widening as you look at the brownie tray. "How many did you eat?"
"Oh... heh... well-"
"How many?" You urge growing more panicked.
"Like two. I think." He shrugs sheepishly. "Sorry, you know I love your baking."
"Ohmygod." You groan, covering your face with your hands. So much for a quiet weekend.
"I'm sorry Y/N. Were they special or something? I can help you make more." You peek at Jake through your fingers and he looks wrecked thinking he's upset you and you bite back a grin.
"Oh, they were special alright." You say, hiding your smile with a hand. "They were space cakes."
Jake blinks at you in confusion and you roll your eyes playfully.
"They're weed brownies, Jake."
His mouth hangs open, he points to the brownies, to you and then himself in a dramatic miming of "Them? For you? I ate them?"
"Um... okay." Jake sighs, hands on his hips. "I didn't want to tell you they tasted gross so I'm glad there's a reason."
"Why did you eat two then?" You snort and Jake smiles.
"I thought the second one would taste nicer."
You shake your head at him with a grin; your worry slowly fading. Jake would probably feel funny but ultimately fall asleep and you tell him as much.
"I've got plenty of snacks too, but maybe we can order a pizza when you get the munchies."
Jake nods, exhaling loudly. "Hooo boy. Okay. This is fine."
"Hey," you pat his bicep reassuringly and give him a smile. "I'll be with you the entire time. I'll stay sober and watch over you."
Jakes nervous smile falters as he takes a deep breath, admiring the features of your face. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
"Thanks."
An hour later, Jake's brain was a smushed mess.
You'd insisted he lie on the sofa which started off as him lying one end and you on the other but over the course of the hour, he’d entirely encroached on your personal space. He’d ended up with his arms wrapped around you as he lay on top of you, anchoring himself to you and you'd allowed it because, well, you wanted him to be as calm and comfortable as possible since he was in for a wild ride tonight.
And because was the most perfect weighted blanket in the history of ever.
You'd put on some random comedy although, honestly, you weren't paying much attention. Your legs were tangled beneath Jake's with one hand resting against his back, the other absently raking through his blond spikes. This was a different kind of high altogether.
Survive the night, you tell yourself, admiring the man snuggled on top of you. Then figure out next steps.
Giggles erupted out of Jake suddenly, startling you from your thoughts.
"What are you laughing at?" You chuckle, running a hand through his hair absently. Jake's giggles only come harder, his whole body shaking as he snorts against you. Jake pants trying to catch his breath but starts laughing again as soon as he opens his mouth to speak.
You're grinning down at him now, his laughter is infectious and you're trying so hard to hold back your own laugh to figure out what set him off. However, when he buries his face into your chest to suppress a howl of laughter it immediately sets you off.
Your body begins to shake as you start laughing along with him. "What?"
His laughter dies down and he heaves heavy breaths as he looks up at you, red faced and grinning goofily with tear streaks running down his face.
"I don't know." He whispers, stifling another giggle. "That guy in the movie fell over and it - it -" He buries his face again to stop himself from laughing, only small giggles slipping through.
You chuckle a little and go back to stroking his hair. Jake sighs heavily as your fingers delicately massage the crown of his head. His face is half turned to watch the TV with puffy eyes and he's moulded his body to yours, his cheek squished against your boobs.
"Your boobs are comfy." He comments nonchalantly.
"Thank you." You grin, allowing your heart one little skip of excitement before turning back to the movie. After a few moments, Jake speaks again.
"Why haven't we done this before?"
"Done what? Get high together?"
"No," he huffs softly. "Cuddle."
"Well, I guess we've never really - um - talked about it."
"We can talk about it now."
Your lips twitch upwards. "You won't remember."
"Will too."
"Jake." You warn.
"Y/N." He sasses back. "You're comfy. I'm comfy. Your boobs are soooo comfy." He nuzzles against them, face first. His nose brushes along the edge of your tank, nudging the swell of your breast.
Your skin explodes into gooseflesh and your try to focus yourself, chanting that's he's not in his right mind over and over in your head. You genuinely think it won't go further; you know what it's like to admire soft things when you're high, which is why you were in fuzzy pyjamas to begin with. But when you feel his lips press a kiss against your skin you squeak.
"Jake!"
"Huh?" He looks up at you slowly, his brain in a daze. You're blushing furiously and you can feel warmth grow where it definitely shouldn't be right now. "What? You smell so good too."
When you don't argue with him he sinks further down your body, trailing tender kisses down your chest to the small exposure of skin between your pyjama top and the waistband of your fuzzy pyjama shorts that hug your hips.
"Cinnamony and warm and soft." He murmurs between kisses "Like a cinnamon roll."
He nuzzles against your skin, his goatee tickling you and making you squeal with laughter. Jake's hands run down your sides to hold your hips, keeping you in place. You can feel the cool metal of his glasses against your skin, and how he's smiling as he peppers more kisses along your stomach, on every inch of skin he can find.
"Jake." You sigh his name as your head falls back against the arm of the sofa. You can't tell if you want him to stop or continue, each kiss making your skin tingle and your stomach swoop.
You shriek in surprise when his hot tongue glides up to your sternum, pushing your shirt up with him.
Jake smacks his lips with confused delight. "You taste like one too."
Giggling, you cup his cheeks in your palms, guiding his face to look at you. He melts into your palms, letting his cheeks push up so he can give you a dopey chipmunk expression that earns him another laugh. Behind his glasses his blue eyes are red-rimmed and glisten with adoration when they meet yours. Your heart beats frantically as you try to smile sweetly at him.
"Fuck it." You huff. "C'mere."
You cup his face and bring it closer to yours, smashing your lips against his hungrily. To your surprise, Jake doesn't seem shocked, immediately melting into the kiss as if it were second nature; like you'd be doing this for a lot longer than thirty seconds. His goatee tickles at your skin but you're too lost in his taste, the scent of his funky aftershave fills your nostrils but on your tongue he tastes like chocolate and weed. It's a strange combination of flavours but you think it just might be your new favourite.
Jake's hands wander up and down your sides as he shifts on top of you, eagerly kissing you back. Tonight was going better than planned. The cotton-wool-brain that edibles gave you was nothing compared to the high Jake was giving you. You shift your legs against his, the rough of his jeans against your soft oiled legs a delicious contrast, especially when you can feel how hard, and big, his cock is as he lies on top of you.
"Ah fuck, I always imagined you'd taste sweet." Jake murmurs against your lips, pushing his body into yours.
"Really?" You giggle back, biting your lips to hold back a smug grin.
Jake nods enthusiastically, dislodging his glasses so they hang haphazardly off his face. You fix them for him as he continues to talk, smoothing your hands across his face.
"And if I'm right about that," He mumbles against your lips. "Then I bet I'm right about you having the sweetest pussy on the planet too."
"Christ," you sigh, feeling your clit throb at his confession. Jake lifts his head slightly, his expression is sheepish but his skin is fire engine red with embarrassment.
"Aw, shit. Sorry. That was supposed to stay inside my head."
"That's alright." You peck his lips again and wiggle your hips to get comfortable beneath him, his cock nestled against your thighs and stomach. "Keep going."
Jake let's out a breathy sigh as you shift. "I can?"
You nod and he breaks into a grin, fixing his position, cementing you against his body as he moves to kiss you again; hands freely wandering and groping all flesh it can find. His hands inch higher and higher until he's finally able to graze a pebbled nipple under your top. You jump at the sensation with a short gasp hearing a murmured "Sorry" from Jake as he does it again before cupping your tit entirely and giving it a squeeze.
Jake's hand continues to squeeze and massage your tits before he drags his thumbs across your nipples as he kisses you, repeating the motion over and over when you moan into the kiss, watching your eyes flutter against your flushed rosy cheeks.
When you stifle a moan, he tweaks it instead, watching your face contort with pleasure. He continues for a while, teasing your nipples and cupping the soft flesh until he pinches a little too hard.
"Ow," you hiss when he pinches too hard, grimacing slightly. It half snaps you out of your growing stupor.
"'M sorry, baby." Jake coos. "Here, let me kiss it better."
Before you can stop him, his head is under your top kissing and sucking at your abused nipple, his other hand capturing your unattended tit and squeezing it like he had for your left. One of your hands threads into his hair, the other grips his shoulder as he swirls your nipple with his tongue. Lustful brain fog starts to creep in as you shift under him again, arching your back slightly as he continues to shower your tits with attention.
"What? Your boobs are so perfect. Just had to kiss 'em." He pecks at your left nipple before going to your right. "I've always wanted to suck 'em too."
"Jake." You pant, squeaking as he tweaks your right nipple now, grazing his thumb over the hard nub. He releases your left breast with a wet pop and when he raises his head to look at you, you can see his shiny spit all over your skin. The cool air of the room doesn't help the hardness of your nipples nor does Jake's continuous squeezing.
You let out a long sigh trying to compose yourself but the need for him is becoming too overwhelming to ignore. After the way he's made your panties a mess just by sucking your tits, you don't think you could refuse him anything else; especially with how with tongue had swirled around your nipple...
He mumbles something into your tits that you can't make out and you look down at him.
"Hmm?"
"Eat. You. Out." He breathes, peeking up at you, his glasses fogged with condensation. "Please? I just wanna taste."
"Christ, Jensen." You hiss but his eyes don't leave yours. "You're high as a kite this can't be a good idea."
"If you think I'll regret it in the morning, just ask me to do it again." He pleads with a pouting expression. "Hell, I'd let you sit on my face all day if you asked me."
You stare at him wide eyed. Your chest constricts and you can feel said pussy squeezes around nothing.
"Really?"
"Really really." He looks up at you dreamily. "I love thinking about how hot you'd look cumming over my face."
Your chest thuds and you swallow thickly, trying to remind yourself not to think with your clit right now. However, as always, Jake has to open his big mouth again.
"Oh. Oops." Jake says blinking slowly. "That was another inside thought I think."
When Jake gives you another one of those cute, goofy smiles your resolve crumbles. Your poor pussy is aching for his cock and you are in no position to be turning it down. Plus he did say please.
You sigh and nod. "O-okay. Sure."
Jake's demeanour suddenly shifts up a gear, far more excited than you'd ever seen him and it makes heat rise up your neck.
"You're sure?" He asks, squeezing at your hips.
"You said I could ask you to do it again," You tease back quietly, your cheeks burning so hot you could most definitely fry eggs on them. "I think I may take you up on it if you're good."
Jake's nostrils flare and his eyes blow into saucers. "I did. I meant it. I swear to God 'm gonna make you feel so good baby."
Jake wastes no time in tugging your pyjama shorts down to your ankles along with your damp panties. As he moves your legs out wider, on impulse you keep them closed causing Jake to pout at you. You can feel the cool air kissing at your thighs and your clit tingles when you think about how not only will Jake see your leaking cunt but taste it too.
"I can't eat when your legs are closed." Jake whines, pushing at your knees gently. "Open up."
His eyes are pleading but he's still being so sweet that you concede with a small smile. As your legs fall open before him, you catch the hungry look he's giving your pussy and the way he licks his lips. He's practically drooling at the sight, sending shockwaves of pleasure to all of the right places.
"You okay?" You ask when he's not moved.
His eyes flicker to yours. "Yeah. You just -..." He trails and shrugs off a small laugh. "You've got the prettiest pussy I've ever seen."
Heat surges and you fight back a slew of curses at the compliment.
"Right now it's all yours."
"I... Yeah, I know." He sounds so bewildered, even when he drags an index finger through your warm folds up towards your clit. You gasp at the suddenness, but it quickly devolves into panting when he begins to circle your clit with his thumb. your body jerks at his touch but takes seconds for you to unravel. Clearly, him making out with you and playing with your tits had you wound up so much you were ready to cum already.
Jake shuffles down, kissing each of your thighs before swiping his tongue the same way his finger had. His strong arms loop under your thighs and hold them open as he laps at your cunt like there's no tomorrow.
"Oh fuck yes." He rumbles against your clit. "So sweet for me."
He latches onto your clit before you can respond, suckling gently at first before rolling your sensitive pearl on his tongue. He only ever breaks to drag breathy stripes up your slit before burying himself back at your clit. You cum so quickly you don't even know it's happening until your hips jerk upwards into his mouth and you shout his name, not that it deters Jake in the slightest, who continues to sweetly kiss and lick your dripping hole and clit like they're the best dessert he could have asked for. His arms push you thighs apart further so he can make out with your pussy at a far better angle.
You're back on edge moments later, gripping his short blond hair like a lifeline when you cum again, his arms stopping you from wriggling away from him when the pleasure becomes too overwhelming for you to handle. You can half hear your own voice moaning his name mixed with curses as your back arches off the sofa and you almost cum a third time when you feel a finger slip inside you, curling against that spongy spot.
Sweat makes your hair stick to your skin and you can't focus as Jake keeps you on that edge longer this time. Time has bled away and you've completely surrendered yourself to this position; the pleasure almost too much with your clit throbbing angrily, begging for another release.
"Jake pleeease." You whine desperately, your need for orgasm orgasm growing as he sucks and slurps at your clit noisily.
"I know, I know." He mumbles, licking through your folds. "I'm being greedy. I want another one."
Your eyes roll so far back you're sure you see the puddle your brain has become. He slips another finger into your cunt, not only curling both fingers but pumping them vigorously, forcing you to cum hard over his face and fingers with a keen of his name.
Without removing his fingers, relishing in how your pussy convulses around his fingers, he sits back to admire his handiwork. You're a hot mess. Your cunt is shiny with cum and spit but Jake's eyes are wide with a drunken hunger, licking his lips as his thumb brushes over your swollen clit. You moan loudly and your pussy twitches and trembles at his touch, just like how his cock does at the sight and sound of you.
No words are needed as Jake undoes his belt with one hand, easily working the fly of his jeans down too. The touch of your hand on his hard cock makes him hiss as you help him guide it to your drenched cunt. You both suck in a breath at the same time as the head of his cock breaches your tight hole and Jake stops.
"Fuck...." He whispers, looming over your body. "Jesus Christ I might cum already. You feel amazing."
When he bottoms out fully, he looks down to your connected bodies, his cock twitching against your velvet walls and you struggle to keep your moans to yourself.
"Look at that baby," he coos. "You're a perfect fit."
Your eyes flutter, hands blindly reaching for his shoulders to pull him back to you. Your eyes meet his and you're done for, fingers curling into the hair on the nape of his neck as you drag him down to meet your lips in a hungry kiss. He swallows every sound you offer him, beginning to move his hips against yours in a steady motion. His tongue tastes like your cum and a hint of chocolate and it drives you feral, hooking a leg over his hips to allow him deeper into your aching pussy. You know it won't take long to cum again and tell him as much.
"Keep making all those pretty noises." He urges, trailing kisses along your neck. "Be nice and loud for me."
You keen his name helplessly, eyes half lidded in ecstastatic pleasure, clawing at his back and squeezing his hips with your legs.
"Hey now," Jake trails kisses against your neck and you can feel the curve of his smile against your skin. "No fair. I can feel your pussy milking me and trying to make me cum."
"Mmhmm, made for your cock." You whimper pathetically, thoughts running wild with lust, hands clawing blindly at his back under his cartoon tee. "Just please please please cum."
"Made for me, huh?" Jake sighs wistfully, filling you to the brim slowly enjoying the way your ruined cunt still spasms and welcomes him in. "Damn fuckin' straight you are."
Your pussy convulses at his cursing, so unused to hearing filthy, possessive praise tumble from his lips. You're used to his terrible flirting, to his cheesy pick up lines and his general dorkiness that made your heart flutter. His awkwardness was what made Jake Jake.... but this side of him had your pussy soaked and brain mangled beyond comprehension. You were feral for this confident rendition of the guy you'd been crushing on.
"Jake I can't take anymore please," you beseech him, torn between sobbing at the overstimulation and cumming again. "Please cum!"
"Just like that," He growls, rutting into you harder, the continuous schlick of his cock repeatedly burying itself deep within your soaked, ruined pussy making you squeeze harder and moan loudly.
"Gimme one more, baby." Jake urges, fucking into you faster and peppering your dazed face with soft kisses. "One more and I promise I'll cum with you."
"Mmngh - please."
"Uh huh. You've been so patient, I've just gotta have one more so I can fill you up."
"Oh fuck!" you grip his shoulders like a vice as your orgasm wracks your body so hard all the breath is stolen from your lungs. Your cunt gushes and your thighs tremble, your moan sounding more like a choked sob of Jake's name. As promised Jake follows not long after with a loud groan, painting your walls white and letting your pussy milk him dry before collapsing on top of you, heaving breaths.
You're half dazed, the heat of the room unbearable. You need about three dozen cold showers to wash away the sin your bodies have wreaked.
And maybe a new sofa.
"Oh man," Jake mumbles, his body radiating heat and a silky sheen of sweat. "You felt - You were -"
He takes a shaky inhale and sighs, sinking further onto you, his softening cock still nestled inside you. His brain was clearly struggling to keep up with everything that had just transpired and you chuckle, wrapping your arms loosely around his torso and melting into the sofa.
You're pretty sure you both fall asleep for a good twenty minutes, although since you weren't timing how long Jake was fucking you for and your phone wasn't in reach it may have been even longer.
When you finally blink awake, you still feel bone-tired and legless, not helped by Jake's weight on you.
"We should shower." You whisper after a few moments, drawing circles over Jake's back, his head nestled between your boobs.
"Mmh. Probably." He says, voice quiet and muffled. You peek down and start to grin.
"You don't want to move do you?"
"No. I'm comfy."
"Even if I said we'd shower together?"
Jake untangles himself from you quickly and helps you to your feet, keeping you steady when your jellified legs wobble.
With his hands in a gentle grasp around your waist he follows you upstairs to the bathroom, his hands never leaving your hips and the both of you smiling stupidly.
Turning on the shower is slightly more difficult when there's soft kisses to your shoulders and neck distracting you and any playful swats are wilfully ignored. Warm water streams down your bodies and you can't remember the last time you felt so relaxed until today; even with a space cake.
Jake's kisses make their way to your cheeks and the arms around you constrict a little tighter, making you giggle gleefully and your heart thunder slowly, your body too tired for any more excitement.
"Hey you," you chuckle dreamily, leaning back into him. "You've just had your fill."
"I know," he sighs, resting his head on your shoulder. "But I just can't get enough of you."
You peek a glance at him when he squeezes you and burst into laughter. In his excitement to shower with you he'd forgotten to remove his glasses, and they'd fogged up, making him look extra goofy.
"What?" He pouts. "I'm being honest!"
"No, goofball." You snort, gently pulling his glasses off his nose. "You looked stupid with your glasses all fogged up."
"Oh," he bites back a dopey smile and blinks water out of his eyes.
"I can't get enough of you either." You add quietly, standing on tip toes to kiss his lips sweetly.
"You can't?" He beams down at you, eyes twinkling.
You nod firmly. "Nope and I'm very glad you fucked my brains out. I say we watch another movie and cuddle... actually maybe we should put a towel down first."
"Ah but Y/N?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm really hungry." Jake looks sheepishly at you. "Can we order some pizza now?"
