Best Friend Yan offering Stoner Reader a friendly reach around while they're snuggled together in his bed, ridding out their shared highs, because if Reader is as cuddly as teddy bear with a little bud in them - they're out like a light post nut and a few more puffs in their system.
Head in the clouds, clinging onto the nearest person/thing in the vicinity. Slurring out half hearted apologies for stealing their best bud's bed for the night because there's no way they're making it home now. Said friend's hand still firmly lodged down their sweatpants as they drift in and out of consciousness - completely unbothered.
Yan spilt over potentially running the moment snapping photos to commemorate the moment- Knowing full well memory alone will never be enough
warnings: cnc, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, squirting, making out, sexting, piv, dry humping, reader is a stoner!
a/n: HAPPY 420! i love jack sm i just want him to hold me and tell me everything is going to be okay. sigh.
.✦ ݁˖ older!bf jack abbot who wakes you up with head after long night shifts. he loves you when you’re asleep, you’re so soft and pliant, he rolls under the covers and opens your supple legs apart, his mouth practically watering at the sight of your panties under one of his shirts. a cute small wet spot adorns on the front of them, making his fat cock throb as he slowly slides the cloth to the side and dives his tongue into your hot cunt.
.✦ ݁˖ older!bf jack abbot who has a stoner!gf so when they both have days off, you’ll smoke a joint on the couch together and make out while you’re only wearing a baby tee and cotton panties. he also loves to finger you while you’re high so you can squirt all over him. <3
.✦ ݁˖ older!bf jack abbot who is addicted to sexting you. anytime you two aren’t together, bam! he’s sending you a photo of his hard cock that his black scrubs are sculpting oh so beautifully. and maybe even sending you a video of him pumping his dick in a bathroom stall.
.✦ ݁˖ older!bf jack abbot who always talks you through it when he’s fucking your brains out, telling you, “i know, baby, i know, you’re taking this cock so fucking good. yeah, there’s my good girl.” as soft plaps from his hips meeting yours fills the room.
.✦ ݁˖ older!bf jack who will take a few edibles with you and fuck you while he’s fully dressed and while you’re naked. he loves the power it gives him. he’ll give your cute nipple a pinch before sucking on it as he’s plowing into your pussy with the dirtiest, wettest sounds you’ve ever heard.
.✦ ݁˖ older!bf jack who loves to dry hump. you’ll be in a baby-tee and panties and he’ll be in his scrubs or maybe even his swat uniform! prosthetic off, of course. you want him to be as comfortable as possible! his large hands grip the fat of your hips as he drags your wet cunt onto his clothed hard cock.
one of your friends' friends invites you over to get high with him, but when it starts to hit a little too hard, you can't control yourself and neither can he <3
shoko introduced you to suguru months ago when she was throwing a small party at her house, just a group of like six people smoking and eating pizza while music played.
since that day, you've seen him a few times. at concerts when shoko wants everyone together, sometimes at her house to smoke with you guys or make homemade edibles, or just around the area.
but out of the blue, he texted asking you to come over and after talking with shoko about it, you decided to say yes.
an impulsive move after getting her approval, and you've been second guessing it a bit.
and here you are now: standing outside of a dark house in the middle of a culdesac. it's late afternoon, purple and pinks breaking through the clouds as the sun sets for the night.
as you approach the door, you hesitate to knock for a split moment. it was really random of him to ask for a visit, but at the same time you did speak with him a lot at shoko's.
and her approval surely means you're fine, right?
after taking in a deep breath to help ease the nerves, you go for it. small raps against the door with a shaky fist, awkwardly looking around at the windows beside the door to see orange lights dimly brightening the space.
wind chimes echo from across the street, distracting you momentarily as you glance in their direction.
the soft patter of footsteps comes from inside of the house and you face the door, nerves weighing in your chest as he pulls it open and smiles down at you politely.
"hey, come on in."
you freeze under his gaze, flushing at the realization that this is your first time seeing him with his hair down. and wow… he looks so good.
his tattoos are almost amplified with the way his long hair stretches down his shoulders, the silver chain on his neck a pop atop inky artwork.
you have to shake yourself from your thoughts, a simple 'hi' just barely coming out as you force an awkward smile. you really hope he didn't catch your gawking.
he moves out of your way and you immediately see the glowing light all around the house. it's almost overwhelmingly cozy, and there's a distinct scent that pours out as you walk inside.
a mixture of expensive incense and something almost sickly sweet, yet familiar.
you look around, taking in the soft darkness of the house. his living room sits just in front of you, a long couch paired with nice end tables beside it. the tv's on, some music playing quietly.
"i'm honestly surprised you said yes to this." he says from behind you, dipping past you and heading in the direction of another room. he motions for you to follow.
you raise your eyebrows as you head in behind him, the kitchen lit up with the same soft tones.
he's hovering at the counter, a tray sitting there with a bunch of little snacks.
"wait what, why?" you ask, stepping in next to him.
he shrugs, "i mean, it's not like we've hung out one on one before. wasn't sure if you'd be uncomfortable."
he passes you a small bag and you take it, reading the label before glancing up to him with narrowed eyes. "you sure you wanna give me this? and no, you're actually one of shoko's friends that doesn't seem to be a bad person."
it's a bag of flavored edible gummies, and it happens to somehow be your favorite flavor.
"just take it. shoko said those were your favorite."
you smile and open the package, eating a few and smiling at him. "thanks! i appreciate it."
you both head out to the living room, the bass of the song that's playing thrumming into the floors softly. you can feel the vague haze of the gummy settling in as you sit down on the couch.
at first, you don't feel much while you talk with him. he asks you what music you like, what shows you're into, about your hobbies, and you do the same back.
but after an hour, your body weighs down comfortably. you're sunk into the couch softly, curled on the side of the couch while he sits on the opposite end. the tv has some random show playing, the music still going but still a low volume.
the smell from earlier almost overwhelms you, just subtle hints of a sugary sweetness that enhances the incense scent tenfold.
you find yourself glancing at the strip of lights that traces the ceilings, that soft orange absolutely breathtaking with each passing moment.
at some point, that hazy filtered high turns into something… hotter. your mind wanders to places you're ashamed of, eyes glancing over to where suguru's seated on the couch.
the way his knees are folded open in front of him, the way he's sunk into the couch as well, the edge of his shirt is brushing against his stomach.
heat coils into your lower stomach and in between your thighs desperately, the tv and anything else around you suddenly too quiet as you rub your thighs together mindlessly.
you feel like you've been coated in syrup, a thick and heavy lust overtaking you.
sighing quietly to yourself, you stare at the tv and try to calm yourself down. you think about the scene on the tv, you remind yourself that this is a guy you barely know, but none of it stops the feeling.
you really want to fuck him.
the feeling of a slow sink into the couch coming closer to you has you freeze up, eyes looking to the side as you watch suguru stretch out a bit.
you swallow thickly, paying more attention to the tv than before. the last thing you want to do is make him uncomfortable in his own home.
after a few minutes of steady breathing, you've calmed down enough to the point where the show is the perfect cover for the steady throb you feel in your clit. you haven't gotten this horny from an edible in so long.
it's like all of the other highs you've had where you haven't been decided to put all of that energy into right here and right now, almost painfully so.
you feel the warm pressure of his hand brush against your thigh, jumping and looking over at him with wide eyes.
he smiles a bit too bashfully, "my bad, didn't mean to do that."
you nod slowly, eyes pacing around the room. "okay…"
eventually, his leg is pressed against yours. the steady heat coming from his body and seeping through your yoga pants with ease, a feeling that you have to focus hard on just to ignore it.
it's almost impossible, and panic unfurls through you at that.
everything around you feels like it's clouded in a haze, slowed and blurred at the edges until the simple touch of his leg against your thigh is all you focus on.
"you always get like this when you're high?"
your stomach drops, eyes wide as you lock onto his. he's smirking, head tilted innocently like he's just waiting for you to snap. "what do you mean?"
he shrugs, arm brushing against yours and sending tingles down your spine. "oh, just how locked in you seem to be on the tv…"
you can't tell if he's being sarcastic, just nodding slowly.
his leg brushes against yours again and you can't stop the jolt that it sends through your body, the room suddenly feeling so small, as if the orange lights all around you have wrapped around your skin.
your breaths become shallow, uneven, and everything from the flicker of the tv screen down to the music playing is drowned out by your frantic pulse.
you turn fully now, facing him and looking up to meet his heavy lidded gaze.
it's so easy to see it in yours eyes now, too - pupils blown out, the quick rise and fall of your chest, and the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip.
you gasp when he moves. his hands grab at the fat of your hips, pulling you close until you're shakily landing on his lap with your thighs pressed into his.
your tits are squeezed together against his chest, overwhelmed with the sudden closeness that you weren't expecting.
"what's got you so nervous?" he asks calmly, as if he didn't just pull you onto him.
you swallow thickly, feeling the hard bulge that presses against your clothed pussy. you try to relax, calm your shaky body down, but the feeling of him pressed into you has you whining out before you can stop it.
every single little movement is amplified against your skin, and when his fingers dig into your hips you can't control the way they slide down and grind on him.
the lights around him refract into blurs as your eyes roll back, a gasp passing your lips as you throw your head back. "oh my god…"
he pulls you suddenly by your waist closer, head picking up to meet his gaze. "this is the kinda high you are?"
you nod, head spinning when you do. your eyes feel like they could close at any moment, heavy but you're too pent up to succumb to any tiredness.
he smirks at the sight of you, leaning in close until his breath ghosts your lips. one of his hands wraps around your throat, clamping down until you're gasping for air.
you can't hold back anymore, you're just too far gone.
you push forward, lips smashing into his in a painfully messy kiss. the sounds fade to nothing around you, just you and him in the moment.
he reacts immediately, tongue sliding against yours in a way that you don't just feel in your mouth, it trickles down your spine and into your clit and sends you twitching against him.
"please…" you whine against his lips, grinding down against his hard cock through his pants.
you feel like you're melting, any hesitation and self respect gone. all you want or need right now is him touching you in some way.
his lips leave yours, trailing down your jaw and neck. you cry out when he bites down on the sensitive skin, fingernails digging into his thick forearms. the noises only get worse as he gets rougher.
"suguru…" you whisper, pulling him back to kiss your lips again.
he grunts into your mouth when you push yourself down harder, his teeth sinking into your lip and biting down.
your hips roll against him repeatedly, a rushed and clumsy rhythm that has both of you panting into each other's mouths.
his hands slide to your ass to guide you, and soon enough both of you can feel that you've soaked through the thin fabric of your yoga pants. he pulls back, eyes filled with a darkness that sends heat to your lower tummy.
"fuck, you're soaked."
his hand slides between your bodies, thumb digging into the wet patch and grazing your clit through layers of fabric. it's just enough friction to make your hips stutter, whining out.
he doesn't stop, his thumb circling that soaked spot with a rhythmic, heavy pressure that makes your vision swim.
you're practically vibrating against him, the orange light of the room blurring into long, glowing streaks every time you try to blink.
"you're so sensitive," he murmurs, his voice vibrating against your collarbone as he leans back in to bite at the skin there again. "every little touch has you jumping, hm?"
you can't even reply, a pathetic and broken moan leaving your throat as you try to grind back against his hand.
he slides his hand into the waistband of your pants, a smirk toying at his lips when he cups your dripping pussy. "you're actually dripping. didn't think you'd be so eager."
his fingers just barely slide between your folds, gathering slick and circling your clit. the haze has you cumming in seconds, loud wail passing your lips as you grind against his fingers.
your head's thrown back like before, hips shaking in the air as his fingers work you through it.
his touch is so amplified by the edible that you're already cumming again after the first time, another cry passing your lips as you sputter. "holy shit." is all he says, and you can just barely make out his blurry face through your teary eyes.
your brain's fluttering into nothingness already, hands on his shoulders as you hold yourself up.
"more…" you whimper, "i need more."
everything's too much - the orange of the lights too bright, the music suddenly too loud, and his touch too warm, almost as if he could burn you at any moment.
your hips stutter with the aftershocks of cumming so hard and fast, thin sheen of sweat gathering on your skin. you feel like you're still brimming with need.
he watches you with that dark, heavy-lidded stare, his fingers still slick and glistening in the dim light as he pulls them back just enough to look at what he did to you.
there's no time to catch your breath as he suddenly flips you over so you're pinned onto the couch under him, eyes widening as he fully envelops you.
there's nothing else for your eyes to focus on anymore, just trailing their way from his face down to each tattoo that's visible on his neck and down his arms as well.
but the music still thrums in your chest, spilling into your lungs with that smell you can't get enough of.
his eyes are on yours, filled with a hunger that you're sure is present in yourself too. he leans down, kissing you hard as his hands grab your wrists and pin your arms above your head.
"i don't think you've had enough yet."
the same hand from earlier drops down, sliding against your clothed body as he pushes your legs open with his own. he pulls back from your lips, chest heaving.
he pushes his fingers into your waistband again, smirking as two fingers push into your pussy and stretch you out. your back arches against the couch, a loud moan tearing through your throat.
he curls his fingers in you and they brush into that spot within you that has your eyes roll into the back of your head, every sensation blurring into an amalgamation of colors and sound.
his fingers are thick and overwhelming, loud squelches echoing in the living room with each drag into your body.
when your eyes open again, he looks like a god. he's practically glowing, his forearm flexing as he finger fucks you. his eyes are so calm that you could mistake it for boredom if he wasn't ruining you.
his thumb brushes against your clit and you shake while another orgasm hits you again, eyes clamping shut while your pussy clamps around his fingers.
"that's it, just like that." he rides you through your high, his fingers only leaving you after your body has stopped spasming periodically.
you try to catch your breath but fail to do so, focusing on how quickly your heart beats. but before that becomes the panic you know it will, he's picking you up as if you weigh nothing.
his hands cup your ass while your legs wrap around him, arms around his neck. "definitely time to use the bed. don't think i can hold back anymore."
each step is like a flash of the moment, your eyes barely open anymore as he carries you out of the living room and towards another door. the sudden quiet is louder than the noises before, that orange glow following.
after crossing the dark hallway, he opens the door to his bedroom and there's more orange - but this time it's from a simple salt lamp that's been placed in the corner on a table.
it's all your eyes can actually grasp, your high making paying attention to anything else feel like an olympic sport.
you gasp when he sits down on the bed, you still on top of him. the heat of his body is overwhelming, pressing into you and only amplifying the hazy state of mind you can't escape.
your hands fumble with the fabric of your shirt, a gentle tug against your skin as you pull it up and throw it off of you. your bra follows next, tits spilling out.
then your hands wander over his body, desperation hitting you while you try to pry his shirt off. he laughs at the sight, reaching and pulling his shirt off for you before he immediately settles his attention on your tits.
his hands knead them, goosebumps forming as you whine out when his fingers graze your hardened nipples.
your hips grind down against him again but he stops you, his hands leaving your tits and settling in a warning grip at your hips. "nuh uh, no more teasing. strip."
he pushes you off of him and your feet hit the cool wooden floors with a thud, your hands shakily pulling the dampened yoga pants and drenched panties down until they've pooled at your ankles.
"fuck, you're so hot. c'mere." you look up to see him naked now too, his cock thick and flushed between his thighs.
your breath picks up as you process his words, a heavy weighted wave of lust crashing down between your thighs. you sit down on his lap, your soaked pussy just resting against the bulge of him.
neither of you move for a few minutes, the pure pleasure of finally shredding layers of clothing enough to have you reeling.
you stare at each other before you can't stop yourself, leaning in and kissing him again. your hips move subconsciously, a delicious roll that has your puffy folds coat his cock in your slick.
he groans into your mouth at that, fingernails digging into your skin so hard it leaves small crescents behind in their wake.
you move over and over again, pussy dripping onto him and creating a wet mess between your bodies that's audible with every move.
his own hips press upwards and you nearly shout when the tip of his cock presses into your pussy. you pull back from the kiss, breath shaking frantically as you start sinking down on his length.
"that's it… nice and slow for me, baby."
every inch of him feels so fucking big it's overwhelming in itself, the friction of how thick he is making your brain melt into nothing. all you can hear is him and all you can feel is him. it feels like he's taken your body and mind as his own.
your hands scramble for purchase on his shoulders, nails dragging over the ink on his skin as you finally bottom out.
"fuck," he hisses, his head falling back against the headboard. "you're so tight, i can't—"
he doesn't even finish the sentence before his hands are back on your hips, guiding you up and down his cock.
you give in to the feral urge that pulls in you, immediately finding a brutal pace on him that causes the bed frame to creak loudly and slam into the wall.
the tip of his repeatedly slams into your g spot, your eyes rolling back as your mouth falls open. your vision's back to fragmented lights that blur into each other.
"fuck," you cry out, "harder. i need more."
"yeah? you want more?" he asks, voice breaking.
you nod frantically, still bouncing on his cock. he stops your movements, forcing you off of him and tossing you around like you weigh nothing. you land on your stomach, a huff of air coming out as you arch your back.
he climbs onto you, a steady weight as he drags his cock up and down your folds before he's forcing himself in with one strong thrust.
your jaw drops at the new angle, the way his cock is flush against the deepest parts of you. you can barely think, but this almost feels more like a dream than real life.
"please move—" you start, and his hands grip harshly onto your hips while he begins a pace that ruins you completely.
the bed slams into the wall loudly, but your screams are a close contender for what's noisier. your face is buried in his pillows, that familiar smell blending with laundry.
you feel like you've lost your mind, only able to focus on the loud slap of skin on skin and how his cock fills you perfectly.
you can’t even form words anymore, just broken, high-pitched sounds as your fingers claw at the sheets, trying to find anything to hold onto.
"you like that, don't you?" he rasps, his voice dropping into that dark, low register that vibrates through your entire spine. "so high you can't even think... just taking me like a good little whore."
he shifts his grip, one hand reaching around to find your clit again, his thumb rough and insistent as he continues to drive into you from behind.
the dual sensation is too much. it turns you into a puddle. your pussy is pulsing around him, so tight and sensitive that every thrust feels like it's going to snap you in half.
"yes, yes, yes, yes—" the words start falling out of your mouth in a frantic, mindless loop. you can't stop them. you're nodding your head into the fabric of the pillow, your hips jumping to meet every hit.
your vision whites out, eyes rolled back so hard it hurts as you cum on his cock. a strangled high-pitched scream tears through your lungs as your pussy clamps down on him repeatedly.
it hurts, how hard you cum. your whole body seizes up, and you can feel suguru shake then still. hot and thick ropes of cum fill you up, another whine passing your lips while you come down.
your chest moves rapidly to compensate for the irate pace of your heart, body shaking as he weighs down on you.
the high is still there, but it’s shifted now—rounded at the edges, turning into a weighted blanket that’s pinning you to the mattress.
you can’t even move your arms to push yourself up, just laying there face-down in his pillows while the smell of him and the faint orange glow of the salt lamp keep you anchored in the mattress.
you feel the bed shift as he moves, the weight of him lifting off you before he’s pulling the duvet over both of your tangled, sweat-slicked bodies. he tucks it around your shoulders with a gentleness that makes your heart squeeze.
"you still with me?" his voice is a low, raspy rumble right against your ear, sounding completely wrecked.
you just hum, a soft and broken sound, shifting your head to the side so you can see him. his hair is a mess, fanning out over the dark pillowcases, and he’s watching you with those heavy-lidded eyes.
stoner!choso x stoner!reader / art by @:einruji07 twt
synopsis: you haven't seen your best friend all semester, so when you both finally get together and spark up, other things spark between you two?
mndi! (18+): smut, fluff, porn w light plot, oral (f receiving), elicit drugs, drug use, slightly subby choso, CHOSO WHIMPERS!?!?!, teasing, light banter, horny h!gh, love confession, making out, not slow burn AT ALL lmao, you know the vibes
“cho im so excited, we haven’t done this in soooo long”. you say while sparking up and walking towards the balcony in your room.
“me toooo, i did NOT think my t-break was going to be that long but its finally over.” he says while calmly finding a spot next to you on the floor by the balcony.
“did you bring your own or did you want to just pass back n forth?” you asked slightly turning your head to your best friend and taking a hit of your j.
he turns his head toward you making direct eye contact, “nah, i wanna pass like we used too. but i did bring extra so we can smoke more if we need to.”
your eyes light up, PERF CHO YOU KNOW ME SAUR WELL, you say while having the widest grin on your face and leaning over to hug him.
he chuckles and hug you back, “okay okay i wanna smoke you’re hogging the j, he says while playfully rolling his eyes.
“HERE DAMN”, you say while rolling your eyes and shoving the j towards him.
“oh don’t be like that you know i love your hugs”, he chuckles again and takes a deep inhale of the j between his fingers.
“yeah yeah whatever, why’d you end up going on your t-break for so long again?” you say while you turn so your whole body is facing him.
he passed the joint back to you, “hmm honestly at first it was just to focus on school because finals were coming up, but i guess i got used to it and you were always busy so i didn’t want to smoke with someone else.”
you take another hit, “omg cho i’m sppeeciallll,” you say with the cheesiest grin ear to ear, passing it back to him.
“well of course,” he tilts his head at you and smiles while taking another hit.
you shuffle on the floor a bit to lay your head on choso’s lap, “you know why i was busy cho, between work and classes i was always exhausted. hell i barely smoked myself or even saw anyone at that.”
“yeah i know, im just glad we’re on break so we can actually hang out again i missed you.” he looked down at you in his lap while passing the joint back.
“me tooo cho, you’re the only one who understands me and my social battery never goes out when i’m with you. it’s nice it just feels like i can be myself at all times,” you say like taking a hit and passing it back.
“i feel the same exact way”, he says while leaning back on the carpet with one arm.
~innnnnhaaalleeeee~
you look up at choso, “CHO that was a big fucking hit you might as well keep that one since you wanna hog it,” you say half joking and half serious.
“fuck, i’m high as shit,” he smiles down at you with hazy eyes.
“oh ur cooked, give me my joint back ur done!” you say while reach up towards him.
“uh uh i got it,” he takes the joint out of his mouth and puts it between his index and middle finger while reaching down to your mouth, pressing the joint against your lips.
~innhalleee~
“cho i got it, i can hold it,” you say playfully while reaching for your joint.
“nah i got it i just want to watch you, let me know when you wanna take another hit.”
*badump*
“omg, that was so fucking hot,” you thought to yourself in your head. you always thought your secret crush on your best friend went away a long time ago but when he does stuff like this you get reminded of the feelings you pushed down many years ago.
“yeah, you like that?” he says while smirking at you.
“huh, what are you talking about cho?,” you look up at him with confusion all while your mind is racing with thoughts of your best friend.
“you thought what i did was hot, no?” he stares down at you in confusion
nonononono this can’t be happening not today.
“i said that out loud?,” your jaw flings open with shock.
“mhm hmm, loud n clear”, he smiles down at you again.
you slam your hands on your face to hide your embarrassment, “i need another hit now, im not high enough,” you say muffled by your hands.
you suddenly feel two hands prying your hands off your face.
“don’t be embarrassed, why do you think i did it in the first place.” he says softly while making direct eye contact with you.
“cho” you say looking up at him with wide eyes.
he takes a deep exhale,“i may be high rn but in all honesty i’ve always liked you, your smile, your laugh, your hugs, your personality, your heart, everything it’s always been you and i never knew how to tell you.
“cho are you serious rn,” your heart starts racing.
“yes, and i promise it’s not just because im high ive been wanting to tell you for a while but we never got to see each other in person,” he says while brushing your cheek lightly with his hand.
“please pinch me,” you say stunned.
he chuckles, “what are you talking about.”
“i have to make sure this isn’t a dream, because that would mean my dream is coming true.” you say gently while staring up at him with your eyes wide.
“hmm okie”, choso leans down and kisses you gently. “does that work as a pinch?”
“mmmmm i don’t knowww i think im still dreaming maybe one more.”
choso leans down again cupping your face with both of his hands, pressing his lips into yours.
kissing him this time felt different, it was even longer and slower. and after lapping his lips over yours you feel a slight tug at your bottom lip from his teeth as he pulls away from the kiss.
“talk to me”, he say quietly while looking down at you with loving eyes.
“this is definitely not a dream,” you say with a small smile and your face heating up.
“nope,” he says while popping his “p”.
“cho i’ve been wanting you for so long you don’t understand how happy i am right now.”
“yeah, you want me?”
“yes choso.”
“let’s do something about that”, he says while pulling you up into his lap.
your legs are straddling over his leg and you wrap your arms around his neck and passionately kiss him. he reaches down and wraps his arms tightly around your waist pulling you in closer.
“open”, he mutters while parting the kiss for a second. you listen and opened up your mouth a little more. he gently slid his tongue inside your mouth making out with you intimately, gripping your waist tightly.
“haa-fuck”, you moaned into his mouth while your tongues wrestled with eachother.
“how long-haa have you liked me baby, he groans into your mouth kissing you deeper.
“shoo long cho-ahh fuc- so long”, you say while reaching your hands to cup his face bringing him back in closer.
he parts the kiss and looks you up and down, “hm im glad i wasn’t the only one,” he says while brushing his thumb over your lightly swollen lips.
you reach your arms back around his neck, “how long have you liked me cho,” you say with innocent eyes filled with curiosity and lust.
“lemme show you”, he leans all the back so he’s laying on the floor. “come sit on my face princess”.
“cho i haven’t even had the chance to shower today”
“even better, please come sit on my face i wanna taste you,” he whines out.
before you can answer he grips into the sides of your waist tugging on your shorts
“please”, choso whimpers out in a whisper
instead of answering you place your hands on top of his and tugged your shorts and panties off
“you’re perfect”, choso says, laying down while pulling your legs up towards his face. “and so is she.”
before you could even say anything choso’s whole mouth is covering your pussy lapping his tongue up and down between your folds
“haa- holy shi- cho this feels so fucking good”, you moan out gripping into his hair and riding his face
“yeah princess you like that, been waiting so fucking long to get a taste of you” he says right before parting from your warmth and spitting right on your clit before he buries his face deeper into your cunt.
you start grinding against his tongue even harder chasing your release
“fuckkk yeah baby just like that use my tongue, i wanna see you get off on me”
“cho i can’t haa- please hel- ahhh help me”, you spat out while desperately thrusting your hip while losing stamina
“i’ve got you princess haaa- come on my tongue”. choso saying while flattening his tongue and moving his head back and forth to help you finish.
“shiiiii- cho hic- im cominggg fuck”, you say while your release comes crashing over you.
panting and out of breath you try to move your body off his face and suddenly you feel a tight grip fastening over your thighs keeping you in place
“nuh uh i’m not done cleaning you up”, choso says muffled from being deep into your cunt licking up every last bit of your come.
“huuu fuckkk cho please s’ too much”, you say while throwing your head back on the borderline of being overstimulated.
“mmmh taste so fucking good”, he says while ignoring your cries trying to lick up all of your slick.
he swiftly moves your hips down from his face and starts to get up off the floor while picking you up and walking towards the bed.
you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. you don’t say much of anything because you’re still out of breath from your climax so you quietly nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck.
choso lays down on the bed with you and wraps a big blanket around your half naked body.
“wait what about you cho, you didn’t come and you’re still hard?” you say whipping your head up and making direct eye contact with him.
“don’t worry about me baby it’ll go down, this is all i need right now”. he says while holding you closer and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
a/n: CHILE that writers block almost took me out!! soz if this is lowk buns i had to get it off my chest and finish it so i can work on my other fics🫰🏾 (i swear i don’t only write stoner fics it was just my hyper fixation at the time 🫡)
You always offer him the bowl or joint, forgetting after a few good hits that your boyfriend cannot smoke. You always pout at the injustice of it, trudging to the back porch to smoke.
He joins you sometimes, watching as your eyes go progressively more hooded and red, and your smile gets a little wider. You always smell like some form of incense, and weed, but it became a wonderfully familiar smell to Kyle.
"Baby, what did you do today?" Kyle asks as he watches you finish rearranging your bookshelf.
"Took care of the chickens and goats, smoked, baked some bread for the neighbors, brought that over with the eggs they wanted. Smoke with the wife, she needed a break from the kids. Oh, and I made two more sales on my shop today!" You rattle off, turning to face him with a happy sigh.
Summary: Viltrumite!Mark hates that you smoke weed. He absolutely despises it.
Warnings: Mentions of smoking weed, Viltrumite mark literally 💀 readers plug, mention of being held hostage
A/N: Currently becoming obsessed with Viltrumite!Mark
Your friend Mark liked smoking weed with you sometimes, but recently he hasn’t had time. He always had to bail before or halfway through.
This Mark in the all white? Hell no.
It started when he kidnapped you during the invincible war because “you’d make a good mate”. Not because you were pretty or beautiful or he even loved you. Nope.
He held you hostage in your own home. You knew it wasn’t him from how he moved so gracefully and stiff. And his face was 90% of the time nonchalant.
So, it was very off putting from the jump.
You were stressed and he already said he wasn’t going to kill you so you just said fuck it and pulled out the bong and your stash of weed.
“What are you doing.” The Mark in all white asked you stoically.
You paused as you grabbed your lighter and started to flick it on then you mocked him in a teasing tone, “What are you doing.”
“I’m smoking weed what does it look like?”
You took a long first hit, held the smoke so it filled your lungs, burn delightedly and then you exhaled slow.
Mark just stared. He seems confused?
“Do you want to try or something or are you just gonna stare dude?” You sighed slouching into the couch. He simply shook his head no and grimaced.
“This…”weed” smells abhorrent.” He stated still squinting. “Why are you doing this?”
You rolled your eyes, “Because i’m stressed. I have you holding me hostage and a bunch of other Marks are attacking the world.”
He said nothing as you wrapped up, but just stared judgmentally. He stayed away as you just sat in the couch high and watched different things to avoid the news.
Being high though messed up your perception though and him staring at you like that made you just paranoid.
He kept complaining too.
“Why do you humans do such immature and ridiculous things? Why ruin your own body for some…some intoxicated pleasure?”
“Leave me alone, dude. This is my house.”
“You need to answer me.”
“Like hell I do.” You could barely focus at this point.
He groaned in disgust.
After that he demanded you stop smoking and you just said okay to shut him up.
Of course you were lying.
A week later you lit up again while he was gone. He had smashed your phone to stop you from calling anyone to help you and threatened you from going outside. Apparently, he was waiting for reinforcements from Viltrum.
Naturally, this caused more stress so naturallyyy it was time to smoke again. You admit it was a bad habit, but what could you say?
Unfortunately for you, you didn’t have enough time to air out the place so when Mark came home he was immediately lecturing you.
“I told you to stop that! You’re ruining your body! Do you imbeciles care at all for your health?” He spat towering over you.
“Well, maybe you should hold some other girl hostage then.” You argued. You hated how he was trying to change you. Even if it was for the better.
He threw away all your junk food, all your frozen foods too. He monitored what you ate now too, and only brought authentic healthy things which tasted gross but he swore it was good.
“You humans eat too many unhealthy, toxic chemicals and preservatives. Your governments truly hate you all. I mean, this world is just unbalanced and-”
“Oh my god, shut the hell up already Mark.” You said biting into a sad wheat bread sandwich with one slice of turkey in it. He then argued at you about cutting him off.
Anyways , he smashes your bong out of rage that night and flushed your weed. You yelled at him and tried to slap him but he just restrained you for an hour. It was the worst high of your life.
After a month, you managed to sneak out anyways and meet your plug somewhere to get more weed. It was just some guy from high school. And luckily for you, you had a laptop to text him on that you snuck onto when Mark was out.
You walked quickly with a hoodie on and some old pj pants and slippers. You kept your head down too. You didn’t feel too proud doing this and felt you looked crazy to some but you just needed this.
You met him in a Mcdonald’s, and left just as fast. You also had a spare pipe to smoke with that you hid in your bra drawer. This Mark didn’t like going in there.
But the second you got back home there he was. Arms crossed and all. He looked at you like a disappointed parent.
“Where were you.” He spat.
“Just taking a walk geez.” You looked to the side and hoped he wasn’t as smart as he let on. Sadly, he was.
“You were buying more of that herb. Right? That you humans enjoy?”
He took a step towards you and you backed into he door.
“No-”
“Yes.” He grabbed your purse. “I did some research. To see why you idiots do it. Weaken your senses and mobility for….satisfaction. I just don’t get it.”
“Let go-” You whined trying to take back the back but it was no use.
That was $100 down the toilet yet again.
He demanded to know who gave it to you and you didn’t budge. He didn’t stop asking though.
You eventually answered him with just a name. No details on what he looked like or where to meet him. Just a name. And that was enough for Mark oddly enough.
“What are you gonna do, huh? Tell him to stop selling weed?” You sighed looking at him annoyed.
“Something like that.”
You turned away from him to watch the news, “Well good luck finding him.”
Mark said nothing but hummed.
The next time you tried to contact your plug, about a week later, you were left on delivered. And this went on for days. He never leaves you on read.
You were getting worried.
Then it hit you. A few days after confronting you at the door, Mark came home with blood seemingly on him. He refused to tell you where he got it or how but he seemed satisfied that day. You didn’t want to think negatively but the dots were connecting.
“Hey, so, did you like…do something to my guy?” You asked one night washing dishes with him.
He shrugged.
“Dude.” You said glaring at him.
“What? He was harming you. He offers this world no good.” He smiled. “Honestly, I tried to reason with him at first, but he simply had to be terminated in the end.”
“Terminated.” You repeated, heart dropping.
“Yes.”
“You killed him.”
“That’s what i said didn’t i?” He sighed like it was just so obvious.
You felt sick to your stomach. He was a genuine sweet guy trying to make ends meet. He wasn’t even one of those violent plugs either. You didn’t even want to imagine what he went through.
“So……you killed him because he sold me weed.” You said slowly. “You must really hate weed.”
Of course, without outside connections you couldn’t smoke anymore but you made a mental note that if you ever got your hands on more to not tell Mark.
It was past two am when Price arrived home, you were already lit up. The sound of the front door unlocking barely registered, but the heavy thud of boots on hardwood made you jolt upright like you’d been caught red-handed. Your heart leapt, panic hitting you before recognition set in.
“Bloody hell…” The voice was unmistakable, gravelly and worn thin from travel.
“John?” you blurted, squinting at the figure stepping into the lamplight.
Captain Price stood in the doorway, still in half his gear, duffel slung over one shoulder, looking more like a ghost than a man. His face was carved with exhaustion, the lines deeper than you remembered, but his eyes sharpened when they landed on you. He stopped dead, gaze flicking between you, the smoke, the ashtray, the mess of blankets tossed across the couch.
You felt your stomach drop. “Uh—hi.”
His jaw clenched, shoulders tense. “You’re high as a bloody kite.”
You swallowed. “Maybe.” Then, without meaning to, you giggled. “You’re taller than usual. Like… tree-tall. Did they make you taller on this mission?”
For a moment, his expression was thunderous. You knew that look: the one he wore when recruits pushed too far, when mistakes turned dangerous. But then he sighed, setting his bag down with a heavy thump and dragging a hand over his face.
“Christ, love,” he muttered, moving closer. “I’m out dodgin’ bullets and you’re sittin’ here cookin’ your brain at three in the morning?”
Your face crumpled a little. “Work sucked. People sucked. I just—” Your voice cracked. “I didn’t want to feel anything tonight.”
That softened him, just a fraction. His boots stopped in front of you, and suddenly he was crouching, eye-level, hat shadowing his tired eyes. “You don’t have to numb yourself like this. Not for me, not for anyone. You hear me?”
You nodded… then ruined the serious moment by poking his beard with one finger. “It’s so scratchy. Like a hedgehog that pays taxes.”
Price blinked. Then, despite himself, his lips twitched. “A hedgehog… that pays taxes?”
“Yes.” You leaned closer, wide-eyed. “That’s you.”He huffed out a laugh, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. “Bloody hell, you’re gone.”
“I’m not gone,” you insisted, words slurring just enough to prove yourself wrong. “I’m… adventuring. In my brain.” You pointed at your temple, deadly serious. “You should try it sometime. Very scenic.”
Price shook his head, but the anger had melted from his features, replaced by something warmer. He reached up, brushing your hair back with a gentle hand. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You love it,” you shot back instantly, grin crooked.
That earned a proper laugh. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. “Yeah. I bloody do.” You melted into him, all silliness replaced by the sudden wave of relief at having him home, solid and safe. His hand settled on the back of your neck, grounding you as your high-addled brain started to spin again.
“I missed you,” you mumbled, words tumbling out without filter. “Like, so much it made my stomach hurt. And then I thought about you dying, and then I ate three bowls of cereal, and then I cried in the shower, and then I smoked, and then I ate more cereal—”
“Alright, alright,” he cut you off gently, though his lips twitched in amusement. “You’re ramblin’, sweetheart.” You buried your face in his shoulder. “You smell like gunpowder and airport coffee.”
“And you smell like weed and Frosted Flakes.” He chuckled, low and fond, pulling you against his chest.
“We’re a right pair, aren’t we?” The tension that had been crackling between you dissolved, leaving only warmth. His arms wrapped around you, steady as stone, and even in your hazy, messy state, you knew you were safe “You’re not mad?” you asked, small and hesitant.“Nah,” he said softly, kissing the top of your head. “Not mad. Just… worried. Always worried.” You tightened your hold on him. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. I’ve got you.”
And for the first time all week, as you sat tangled together on the couch, smoke and fatigue settling around you both, you actually believed it.
A/N: let me know if I should add to this, make a side story add in the 141 or whatever! Also please send requests for this I wanna make it a series and I love if yall have any ideas to give me about prices wife being a stoner!
omg it took me forever to find this 😭 and I got so busy but I'm outta school finally so voila.
part 2 to this post
Task Force 141 x Masc Black Stoner!Reader
Your phone buzzes at 2:47 AM and you don't even check who it is before you're smiling into your pillow.
It's been like this for three months. Random texts at weird hours because they're in different time zones, doing god-knows-what in god-knows-where. Soap sends you blurry photos of sunrises with captions like "better view from yer fire escape tho". Gaz texts you song recommendations that always somehow match your mood. Price sends single-word check-ins: "Eating?" "Sleeping?" "Rent?". And Ghost—
Ghost sends you pictures of stray cats he finds on missions. No captions. Just cats.
You're so fucking gone for all of them it's embarrassing.
Tonight's text is from Soap: "miss that bloody fire escape"
You type back: "miss u guys smoking all my shit for free"
Three dots. Then: "what if we paid ye back in person"
Your heart does something stupid in your chest.
"you back in the city?"
"tomorrow. same spot? 8pm?"
You stare at the message for a full minute. Then you're out of bed, looking at your apartment with fresh eyes—the same peeling paint, the same rattling fire escape, the same one fucking lightbulb. Except now you're seeing it through their eyes. What if it's too pathetic? What if three months of texting built you up into something you're not, and they show up and remember you're just some broke kid who got lucky one night?
You text back anyway: "yeah. I'll roll something special"
Soap: "gonna hold ye to that bonnie"
You don't sleep the rest of the night.
By 7:45 PM you've changed clothes four times, rolled and re-rolled the same blunt twice, and nearly talked yourself out of this six different ways.
It's just weed. Just hanging out. Except your hands are shaking when you light the candle you definitely didn't buy just for this, and you maybe cleaned your apartment for the first time in weeks, and you're wearing the hoodie that makes your collarbones look good—
Boots on pavement.
Your whole body goes still.
You force yourself to walk slow to the window, push it open casual-like, step onto the fire escape like you weren't just vibrating with anxiety thirty seconds ago.
And there they are.
Four of them, looking up at you like they never left. Soap's grinning so wide you can see it from here. Gaz has his hands in his pockets, head tilted, that easy smile that made you stupid last time already creeping across his face. Price tips his chin up in acknowledgment, and Ghost—
Ghost is staring at you like he's memorizing you.
"Took you long enough," you call down, and your voice only shakes a little.
"Had to make sure ye missed us," Soap shouts back.
"Conceited much?"
"Is it conceited if it's true?"
You can't help it—you laugh, real and bright, and something in your chest unclenches. "Get up here before I smoke this whole thing myself."
They move like they've done this before, easy and coordinated, boots clanging on the metal steps. And then they're there, cramming onto your fire escape, bigger and warmer and more real than any text message.
Soap immediately slings an arm around your shoulders. "Missed ye, pretty boy."
You duck your head, grinning into your hoodie. "Yeah, yeah."
"He's blushing," Gaz observes, leaning against the railing in that same spot, like he's reclaiming territory. "That's cute."
"I'm not—shut up, I'm just—it's warm out."
"It's sixty degrees," Price rumbles, and even he's smiling now.
Ghost doesn't say anything, but when you hand him the blunt first (because you remember he never asks for it, just waits), his gloved fingers brush yours and hold for a second longer than necessary. Those dark eyes crinkle at the corners.
You're so fucked.
It should feel the same as last time—the easy passing of the blunt, the comfortable silence, the city humming below. And it does, except it doesn't. Because now you know things.
You know Soap texts like he talks—chaotic, affectionate, too many emojis. You know Gaz sends you voice memos when he's bored, just talking about nothing, and you've listened to every single one at least twice. You know Price checks in on you more than your own family does. You know Ghost's favorite emoji is 🐈⬛ and he will fight you if you suggest he use any other cat.
Three months of texting turned them from strangers into—something else. Something that makes your chest tight when Soap's thumb rubs circles on your shoulder. Something that makes you hyperaware of how close Gaz is sitting, knee pressed against yours. Something that makes you notice when Price is watching you with that quiet, knowing look.
"You've been good?" Gaz asks, soft enough that it feels like a private question even with everyone here.
You shrug. "Same old. Still broke, still looking for work that doesn't make me want to—" You stop, laugh a little. "Yeah. I'm good."
"Liar," Price says, not unkindly.
You glance at him. He's leaning against your window frame like he owns it, arms crossed, expression unreadable in the low light.
"Rent was rough this month, wasn't it," he continues. It's not a question.
Your stomach drops. "How did you—"
"You stopped sendin' memes in the group chat for a week," Soap supplies. "And ye always send memes when yer avoidin' somethin'."
"We pay attention," Gaz adds, quieter.
You don't know what to do with that. With being known. Being seen. You take the blunt back with shaking hands, take a too-long drag to buy yourself time.
"We talked about it," Price says carefully. "The four of us."
Oh god. "Talked about what?"
"About whether you'd punch us if we offered to help."
You nearly choke. "Help—what—no. Absolutely not."
"Told you," Ghost mutters. It's the first thing he's said all night and it makes you want to laugh and cry at the same time.
"Im not a charity case—I'm not—" You're stumbling over words, face hot. "I don't need—"
"Didn't say you needed," Gaz cuts in gently. "Said we wanted to."
Soap squeezes your shoulder. "Ye shared yer weed with four sketchy military bastards, bonnie. Least we can do is make sure ye can keep the lights on."
"That's not—this isn't—" You gesture helplessly at the space between all of you. "What even is this? You guys text me for three months and then show up and try to pay my rent? That's insane."
"Is it?" Price asks.
You look at him. At all of them. Soap's still got his arm around you, protective and warm. Gaz is watching you with something careful and wanting in his expression. Ghost has shifted closer, solid presence at your back. And Price—
Price is looking at you like he's waiting for you to catch up to something they all already know.
"What do you want from me?" you ask, and it comes out smaller than you meant it to.
"Everything," Soap says simply. "If ye'll have us."
The blunt's burning down to nothing in your fingers. The city sounds fade to background static. Your heart is doing something complicated and terrifying.
"All of you?" you whisper.
"All of us," Gaz confirms.
"That's—people don't—"
"We're not people," Ghost says dryly. "We're professionals."
It startles a laugh out of you, broken and wet. "Professionals at what, exactly?"
"Sharing," Soap grins.
You're going to combust. "You can't just—you can't say things like that—"
"Why not?" Gaz reaches over, takes the dead blunt from your fingers, sets it aside. Then he's cupping your face, thumb brushing your cheekbone. "Been thinking about you for three months, pretty boy. We all have."
"Texted you more than we texted each other," Soap adds, nose brushing your temple.
"Drove us mad," Ghost confirms from behind you.
Price hasn't moved, but his eyes are so fond it hurts to look at. "Your call, love. We're not here to pressure you. But we're here."
You're shaking. When did you start shaking?
"I don't have anything," you hear yourself say. "I'm broke, I'm a mess, I can't—I can't give you anything—"
"You smiled at us from a fire escape and shared the last of your weed," Gaz says quietly. "You texted Soap back at 4 AM when he couldn't sleep. You sent Ghost every stray cat picture you found. You let Price worry about you. You gave us everything already."
Oh.
Oh.
"Stay," you breathe. "Tonight. Please."
Soap makes a wounded noise against your neck. "Fuck, yeah, bonnie. Yeah."
Your apartment's too small for five people. Your mattress is probably going to collapse. You've got nothing to offer them except yourself—
But when Gaz kisses you, soft and sure, and Soap laughs against your shoulder, and Ghost's hand settles warm on your hip, and Price says "We've got you" like a promise—
