(sorry for the delay!! i got really busy with work and my partner got sick)
"i... think it'd be pretty hot if youu.. y'know... intoxicated me.."
. .
the two of them were sitting on the couch together watching a movie. the lights were off and the volume was high. she leaned over and nestled her head in the crook of his neck. the movie filled the room and held their focus.
an alarm on her phone goes off.
"the brownies! they're done cooling." she said as she shot up from the couch and headed straight for the kitchen.
he sat there, watching the movie as she cut up the two pans of brownies.
she walked back in with a big smile, a pep in her step, and a brownie in each hand. she handed him one and sat back down right next to him.
they continued watching the movie as they ate their brownies.
after they finished, they cuddled into each other.
. .
about half an hour had passed and he was starting to feel a little fuzzy. he couldn't quite tell if his vision was getting weird or if it was just eye strain from staring at a big, bright screen in the dark.
he looked over at his partner and his stomach immediately sunk. t had already made him incredibly horny, but the mix of that and weed sent him over the edge. just sitting there, his body was starting heat up—his face flushing.
he tried to turn his focus back onto the movie in front of him, but he didn't have much focus at all. his mind fell back to the feeling stirring in him. he remembered the brownie his partner made him and finally thought about how that's why he's high—that she had intoxicated him. he got wet at the thought.
he rolled his lip between his teeth, repeatedly glancing over at her as he squeezed his thighs together.
"how're you feeling, love?" she asked in a casual tone, eyes still on the tv.
"...good." he responded in a tone that hid nothing.
she smiled as she placed her hand on his upper thigh and paid attention to the way he reacted, his breath slightly picking up. he could tell that she could tell, and that just added to his heartbeat.
through his horny haze, he realized that she wasn't at all inebriated. he let out a quiet whimper at the thought—at the thought of her intoxicating him, and her being fully in her right mind, and her having her hands on him—that she could take advantage of him, his fuzzy, horny mind.
she smirked at the whimper she could barely hear.
she grabbed his thigh, iliciting a much-more-audible whimper from him. his eyes were already half-shut. all he could think about were her hands and the feeling of them—the feeling more intense than usual.
she grabbed his thigh again before reaching over and grabbing his waist, pulling him onto her. he straddled her, reeling at the sudden change (and from her hands firmly on his waist). she grabbed his face and looked into his glossy, half-there eyes. she smirked as she watched his eyebrows furrow.
she pulled his face closer and kissed him—a kiss that he immediately made heavy. there were no coherent thoughts in his head, just a raging hunger, a fire. he moaned into the deep string of messy kisses, not pulling away for a second of air.
she started to grind up onto him, his legs spread perfectly over her. his eyes rolled back in his head as his head fell back. he felt higher than cloud9. he grinded with her movements, holding loosely onto her shoulders. every ounce of pleasure felt even sweeter than normal. he was a constant stream of mindless moans and whimpers.
"please." he mumbled out breathlessly, unaware of what he was even asking for.
there was nothing else other than the way she was touching him. the feeling shook through him. his whole body was fuzzy and his mind was long gone. well, he was there enough to remember that she did this to him; it added to the fire stirring in him.
she stopped her motions as his kept going, too busy to realize. she smirked at how mindless he was. she sat there watching him for a moment before grabbing his hips and grinding up onto them. her hands firmly directed his movements, grinding him down onto her harder and slower.
he lost what was left of his mind. he was getting off from her being in control of his out-of-control body. he choked out a loud, guttural moan, thighs twitching.
she pulled his hips harshly down onto hers, grinding them together. he was sent over the edge. he arched his back as a silent moan ripped through him before leaning his head onto her shoulder. he sloppily continued grinding as a chorus of pathetic whimpers spilled from him.
"i.." he was panting. "i feel... so great." he sat there, breathing heavily as his body shook. "please... more..?" he asked with his face still contorted in pleasure.
