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Jerma was still relatively new to weed, only taking an edible when he was in pain and that's really it. He was too nervous to take more than he was used to because he didn’t really know how he would be actually high.
When you guys had first gotten together he wasn’t the biggest fan of you smoking and you respected that. Only smoking outside and changing your clothes once you came back, locking your stuff inside of a smell proof box so the smell wouldn't bother him.
One night you were outside getting ready to smoke, sitting on one of the deck chairs Jeremy had out back and grinding up just enough for a blunt. You were getting the wrap ready when you heard the back door open and close.
“Hey doll.” Jeremy walked over and kissed your head before sitting in the chair next to you.
“Hey you, what’re you doing out here I’m about to smoke?” You smile over at him before continuing what you’re doing.
“I just uh,” all words are lost on him as he watches you roll and lick the wrap, the wetness from your tongue making the wrap stick to itself. He notices you watching him confused and he looks away blushing.
“I-I was just curious about all of this,” he gestures to your little setup “Also needed a break from searching for a game.” He bites at his lip a bit and you smile, he was still so shy about weed it was cute.
“Well you’re free to watch, I just finished rolling so I won’t be too long. I promise I won’t blow it on you.” You chuckle softly before putting the end of the blunt in your mouth and lighting it, taking a long drag before blowing the smoke out with the wind.
He doesn’t know what it was but watching you blow out the white smoke was one of the hottest things he has seen, and he never thought smoking was attractive.
You glanced over at him right as he was running his tongue over his bottom lip and you laughed, the high already hitting. “Whatcha thinkin about?”
He looks away again and shakes his head, he won’t say what he’s thinking since he’s not entirely sure he’s ready to admit he wants to try smoking just because you look fucking sexy doing it.
“Nothin doll, just mindless thoughts ya know?” He shifts a bit trying to adjust his boner. He doesn't want to admit just how much it turns him on to see you smoke and wouldn't want to take advantage of you while you're high.
You narrow your eyes at him and suppress a giggle. "You're really cute when you try to hide something you know that?"
You watch him roll his eyes and get up. "Whateva, come up when you're done." He huffs out a laugh and gives you a quick kiss before going inside and rubbing one out.
That night was about a month ago, and since then he's come out with you more and more. Watching you roll and smoke, sometimes asking questions when you hit your bong, and every time he gets hard. And who's to blame him?
He had asked you one night if you’ve ever had high sex before and if it’s something you’d be into. You told him that you’ve thought about it but never brought it up because it involved a lot of trust.
Which you did trust him so you guys tried it one night and it was amazing. Though he never admitted that watching you smoke turned him on.
Now he was sitting on his couch playing ipad games trying to drag the day out when you walked by with your box. He glanced at you before pausing his game.
“Hey come here,” he sets down his ipad and holds his hand out to you.
“We can cuddle after I’m done silly.” You laugh a bit and move over to the door.
“Please?” He gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve seen and you caved. No one can resist those eyes.
You set your box down on the couch and take his hand, to which he pulls you down to sit in his lap.
“Alright what’s with all of the love, pretty boy?” You laugh out when he wraps his arms around your waist and pushes his face into your neck.
“I’ve been thinking, seeing you smoke and learning stuff from you I-” he pauses to lightly sigh, “I think I wanna try smoking with you.”
You push him back so you can look in his eyes. He was being completely serious. “Really? Are you sure J? I don’t want you doing something you aren’t comfortable with.”
Jeremy nods and bites his lip, “I gotta admit when you have someone as beautiful as you doing it why not?” He smiles up at you and you shake your head.
“Alright alright let’s go then.” You move to get up but he tightens his hold on you.
“Why don’t we do it here, the windows are open already.” He’s rubbing small circles on your hips and you roll your eyes.
“I’m inclined to believe there are ulterior motives, what’s up?” You cross your arms and watch him with a slight smirk. He wrestles with himself, tempted to say forget it but when he sees that you’re more amused than anything he caves.
“I find it extremely attractive when you smoke, I never thought I’d find it such a turn on but I do.” He traces the bottom of your shirt and bites at the skin of his cheek, a nervous tick he picked up from you.
You mull over what he said, what he’s implying, before you nod. “Alright but we’re doing this my way, okay?”
"Anythin you know I'm a good listener sweetheart."
You roll your eyes at that, he absolutely wasn't until he was put in his place but you let it go since he wanted to try something new.
"Alright, are you comfortable?" You ask as you run your hands down his arms and smile at him. His hands find your hips again and he nods.
Reaching over you grab your box and take out a preroll you had saved from the last time you smoked.
“Now as you know from last time, I use hemp wraps so you don’t have to worry about tobacco,” you put the end in between your lips and grab your lighter. “When I do what I’m about to do I want you to breathe in okay?” You say around the blunt.
Jeremy nods his head and watches you light the end and breathe in the smoke. You hold it in and hold his cheeks, leaning in but not enough to kiss him. You blow the smoke into his mouth and he freaks out a bit before remembering that you told him to breathe in.
He takes a slow breath and pulls back, coughing as the smoke hits his lungs.
“It’s gonna be rough your first few times but it gets easier.” You giggle and take another hit, blowing it away from him.
“Holy shit doll, I didn’t think smoking could get any hotter but you prove me wrong every time.” Jeremy says between coughing fits.
You get up and grab him a water before settling back into his lap, “Here this will help.” You smirk a bit before holding the blunt between your lips and opening the water bottle.
He’s watching you confused and you laugh before motioning for him to tilt his head back, grabbing the hair at the back of his head and pulling it back a bit before pouring some of the water into his mouth.
His eyes widen and swallows what you put in his mouth. He’s completely turned on now and he knows you can feel it, he wonders if that’s why you're doing this.
“Okay now it's your turn to hit it straight, just do as I did.” You take the blunt from your lips and put it between his, “now suck in, we both know how much you looove sucking.” You giggle and he rolls his eyes before taking a hit.
Jerma didn’t cough as much this time, making sure to drink the water you gave him. He was definitely feeling the high, much faster than his edibles and watching you smoke right in his lap mixed with the high didn’t help his boner.
As you both continue to pass the blunt Jeremy continues to get more handsy the higher he got. Which wasn’t a problem for you, you loved when he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. It was cute.
He started kissing your neck after you put out the last bit of the blunt, causing you to giggle and tilt your head back. Doing so made you lose balance because you leaned too far back, almost falling off of his lap if he hadn’t caught you.
“That ticklesss” you laugh and he pulls you closer, holding the side of your jaw.
“You’re so fuckin pretty doll,” Jerma mumbles while staring at you. “You’re like," he pauses trying to find the right words in his high state "a whole nother level of pretty.”
You reach up and hold the opposite side of his face, smiling. You run your thumb over his bottom lip and chuckle, “You’re not too bad yourself, my pretty boy” You lightly scratch at the slight stubble he has.
He glances down at your lips before closing the space between you, kissing you.
You move your other hand to the side of his neck and slowly grind against him, causing him to groan and kiss you harder.
"I thought you didn't like the smell?" You mumble against his lips, running your fingers through the long bits of hair at the nape of his neck before grabbing at it, causing him to groan louder.
"Didn't until I smelled it mixed with your perfume, gets me hard every time." He's pushing your shirt up and breaks the kiss to take it off of you before kissing you again.
“I can tell,” You grind against him harder and push your hands under his shirt, feeling his skin. “I knew the first night you sat with me just didn’t wanna out you.” You laugh as you take his shirt off.
You hand finds his hair again and you pull it, giving you access to his throat. You give it a broad lick and giggles when he shivers. You kiss right below his ear and bite at his earlobe. “Wanna know a secret Jeremy?” You whisper in his ear.
He nods and grips your thighs. “I get just as turned on seeing you smoke, even if you do look a little goofy doing it.”
He whines as you continue to kiss his neck, leaving love bites behind, and he’s starting to grind up against you.
“I need to be ‘side you doll, need to feel you please.” He breathes out, trying to get your sweatpants off.
You grab his hands and smile at him before moving off of his lap. You turn around so your back is to him and you take your time bending over, slowly pushing your sweatpants off. You’re glad you didn’t wear underwear today.
Jeremy wastes no time and grabs your hips, pulling you back onto his face. You moan out as he starts licking you, already having a hard time staying standing.
"Fuck you feel amazing." You sigh lightly and grab onto his wrists, "But I remember you saying something."
Pushing his hands off of your hips and moving away from him, you turn around and push him back against the couch, sitting on his thighs.
“You said you wanted to be inside of me,” you pulled his pants down just enough to take his dick out “So you’re getting what you wished for, just not exactly in the way you implied.”
You move to the floor, getting on your knees as you pump him slowly, looking up at him through your lashes. He’s blushing and embarrassed but can’t seem to take his eyes off of you.
The moment you put the tip into your mouth, though, his eyes are rolling back and his hands immediately find your hair. As you take him deeper he’s pulling your hair, guiding you.
It takes him so much restraint to not fuck your face, he wants to be good and let you go at your own pace but the weed is making him want to gag you with his dick.
You feel him struggling to sit still so you look up at him, trying to communicate that it’s okay. He seems to get the message because he holds your head still before thrusting up into your mouth.
Your eyebrows draw together and you focus on not gagging, failing as he makes a particularly deep thrust. When he hears your gag he groans and looks down at you. You're a fucking mess, spit and precum falling from your chin onto his pants. He pushes your head all the way down one last time before pulling you off of him. You're coughing, trying to catch your breath and laughing a bit because he's never been one to take control like that.
He sees your messy face in full now, spit falling onto your chest, making him growl softly before grabbing the sides of your face and kissing you hard. You hold his wrists and kiss him back.
Pulling back you giggle a bit before climbing back into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. "That was kinda hot," you put your forehead against his "but I think I'm ready to fuck you now."
He helps hold you up as you grab his dick, lining it up before slowly sinking down on it. You both let out moans at the feeling, you feeling full and him feeling how warm you are around him.
Once he’s fully inside you, you take a moment to adjust to his size. Gripping his shoulder, digging your nails in a bit, he shifts his hips, getting impatient in his high state. You whine out and grab his jaw so he’s forced to look in your eyes.
“Be patient, pretty boy. Because once I start I’m not gonna stop until you’re begging me to stop.” You smirk at him when he groans and you kiss him hard.
You start to slowly grind your hips against his, the drag of his dick feeling wonderful inside of you and the whine he lets out against your lips is beautiful. You pull back from the kiss to watch him as you start to move, lifting your hips and pushing back down onto him.
Maybe it’s the weed, maybe it's the sex, but he can’t for the life of him keep his eyes open. He feels fucking amazing, lightheaded, was this how you always felt when you guys would have high sex?
Another roll of your hips has him groaning and opening his eyes just a bit to look up at you. You look ethereal above him. An actual angel. Or an angel in disguise, corrupting him in the best and worst way. He didn’t care because the way he felt beat the high rambling going on in his mind.
Watching him struggle to keep his eyes open made you giggle, he was completely fucked out of his mind. When he was able to look at you, his eyes were glazed over, mostly from the weed but also from the lust. The blue in his eyes barely visible, his pupils blown out.
He started to lazily thrust his hips up in time with you, making you groan at how deep he was hitting.
“You’re so pretty like this…” You breathe out, biting your lip when he whimpers at your compliment. “So desperate yet I see you’re thinking of something, tell me.”
He squeezes his eyes shut again and takes a breath to steady himself, it's hard when you’re riding him with such purpose. “Y-You just look so good above me...so pretty like god sent you to me, please don’t stop."
You smile and start to move faster, dragging your nails down his chest making him cry out and arch his back. He’s getting close and you can tell, his whines are getting louder and his grip on your hips is getting tighter.
“You can cum whenever you want honey, but we aren’t done until I finish.” You run your hand through his hair as his head falls back against the couch cushions. He’s biting his lip raw from holding off his orgasam as long as he can, and you’re surprised he’s lasted so long.
You were certain the weed would’ve made it impossible for him to hold out, but here he was, tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he tries to hold off. He wants to be good for you, he desperately wants to prove himself to you, but you know this won't last long.
"God fuck you f-feel amazing please I wanna fill you, can I cum 'side I-I've been so good please?" He's rambling, trying to get a coherent sentence out.
Smirking a bit you hold his chin between your fingers and nod, "Let go lemme see how pretty you look when you cum for me."
His mouth opens and he lets go, finally cumming and he sobs out because it feels so fucking good. He didn’t think cumming could feel this euphoric. He honestly thought he was going to pass out from the pleasure.
When you don’t stop, he knows he’s fucked. His orgasam never truly going away, making it start to feel uncomfortable. He’s grabbing at whatever he can; the couch, your thighs, your arms, anything to ground himself.
He’s starting to babble nonsense, pleas of “stop” and “too much” but you weren’t done, and seeing him this desperate turns you on even more. His cum works as lubrication, making it so much easier for him to slide in and out of you.
You’re not sure how much longer you, yourself can hold out because his begging and desperation is stirring you on.
“Fuck you’re being so good for me honey, you ready? You want me to cum?” You breathe out and he nods quickly, looking up at you with half lidded eyes.
“P-Please cum you’re always so pretty when you do. I-I’ve been so good please let me watch.” He sighs out, his tongue darting out to try to wet his dry lips.
He feels your muscles tense above him and your jaw drops in a silent cry as you cum, digging your nails into his forearms.
As you’re both coming down, from the intense orgasams and the highs, you realize just how sticky you both are and you laugh.
“What’s so funny?” He mumbles, eyes shut as he's lazily rubbing your back.
“We both need a shower-” Jerma grumbles annoyingly at the mention of a shower. “Okay okay a bath, I don’t think I can stand up for long anyways.” You chuckle.
You carefully get off of him and he gasps softly at the loss of warmth from being inside of you, slowly standing up himself and follows you to the bathroom.
You run the water, making sure it’s warm enough for both of you, before making him take his pants fully off. You help him into the tub first, getting in behind him and pull him back against your chest.
Wrapping your arms around his waist you run your hands against his chest, resting your cheek on his shoulder.
"Soooo," you mumble softly, "How was the high?"
He chuckles and pats your arm, "Perfect angel thank you, though next time let's try not to fuck each other on the couch."
"Hey that was all you, it could've been outside." You smile and kiss his shoulder. "So there will be a next time?"
He takes your hand and kisses it. "Of course but not for a while, it was fun."
You glance at his neck and see the bite marks you left. "No face cam for the next week or so, sorry bout that." You run your finger over a bruise that's already becoming dark.
"To be honest I kinda like them, let's people know I'm not some geriatric old man." He laughs and leans back a bit to kiss your head.
You blush slightly and push your face in his neck. "Good because I like biting you."
The next time he streams he actually completely forgets about the bruises and puts face cam on, telling chat a story from that morning.
"jerma what happened to your neck?"
"omg he doesn't know OMEGALUL"
"ZONKED STREAMER gets FUCKED LIVE"
"dude go to a doctor"
As he reads chat his eyes widen a bit and he blushes a ton, covering his neck with his hand.
"C-Chat no it's not- Look I was playing with Otto yesterday. He just scratched me, I- what do you want me to say! I'm 36 not dead!"
He turns his camera off and covers his eyes, embarrassed about it all but secretly loving the attention it gave him.
"guys dont worry he just woohooed its different"
"stop hes crying!"
"36 is close enough to dead."
"hope his back is doing okay LUL"
"his hernia busted faster than his nut did"
He wasn't going to live it down and he knew that. But he honestly would take it, knowing that everyone who knew you were together thought it was impressive he even let you do that.
When you streamed just hours after he ended, a few people asked about his neck and you laughed.
"Chat if anyone has a clip please send it to me I wanna frame it on my wall." Opening the clip you watch how flustered he got and you smile, laughing again when someone asks what happened.
You cut your music and get close to the mic, trying not to break, "Listen I'm not gonna say much because he likes to be private and I respect that, but let's just say we were both a little, you know," you makes the motion of smoking, "and I'm a very affectionate high, you guys know this, so you can think we just made out a lil or you can think other things I'm not gonna stop you."
You jump when your door opens and he rushes over to you, "Nope nope nope you can't say that,” He faces your camera, pointing to you, “chat I don't do drugs you can't believe a word that comes out of their mouth. They are a known liar."
You roll your eyes, "What it's not like I said we fu-" His hand flies to cover your mouth in time and he makes your brb screen come up and mutes your mic.
You look up at him giving your best puppy dog eyes like he does to you and he moves his hand away. "I love you but sometimes I swear you're gonna give me a heart attack."
You bite your lip and stifle a laugh, "Well like you said, you're 36 not dead."