You just finished packing a bowl. It was a Friday evening, the perfect night to finally let go of the week’s stressors. It wasn’t the healthiest habit, but by God did it help you unwind. You sat on the balcony of your apartment, taking in the smoke as you watched the sunset over the town. A familiar feeling of light-headedness begins and you can feel yourself slipping more into your high.
You heard the porch door open and out walked your long-time boyfriend Amajiki, "S-save any for me?"
"Of course! Come sit with me!" You replied excitedly, patting the chair next to you.
You offered him a few hits of your already smoked bowl before you decided to repack it and share another bowl with him. You could tell he was getting pleasantly high by the way the tips of his ears were tinged pink.
You couldn't help the giggle that escaped as you watched him struggle with a few stray hairs in front of his eyes. You scooted closer, letting your head rest on his shoulder.
God he felt so warm, you could practically melt into his touch, "mmm" you hummed.
A goofy smile tugged on his lips, watching the way you snuggled into him, completely enveloping him in your arms. You looked up at him with those adorable half-lidded eyes.
"Please kiss me Amajiki!" You blurted out.
He can't help but tug at his bottom lip with his teeth and avert his gaze, you're so fucking hot when you look up at him all desperate and needy.
He pulls you up and gently meets your lips for a tender kiss.
"W-wait hold on…" You reach for the pipe and give it a light, inhaling the smoke and inviting him in for a kiss. He gladly accepts and you exhale the smoke into his mouth.
Watching him exhale the smoke with a content grin really lit a fire inside and you squirmed a bit in your seat.
"A-Ama… can you please kiss me?" You asked, caressing his cheek.
Wordlessly he captures your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue intruding your mouth and his hands snaking their way around your waist.
He pulls away breathlessly, "B-bedroom p-please y/n." His face was flushed and hot to the touch.
That's all you need to hear. You get up, slightly wobbly, taking Amajiki's hand and dragging him to the bedroom.
Once inside you collapse on the bed, dragging him on top of you. Your lips meet in a sloppy kiss, your body feels as if it's on autopilot. Everything feels so sensitive yet this is just pure lust alone.
Your hips unknowingly grind up into his erection and he whimpers loudly. Your favorite part about high Amajiki was how loud he would get, it was like he had no filter.
His hips are now grinding down to meet yours and he whimpers desperately, "y/n please, I need you."
Amajiki's strong hands come and grip your soft, wide hips. His hands begin to lift your shirt up and you gladly help him along the way. Your hands are grasping for the hem of the shirt, desperately craving skin-to-skin contact. The way his toned body feels against your plush and supple skin is almost enough to make you moan.
