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[prtymnstrr]

high for this

pairing: best friend!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

summary: coriolanus’ first smoke sesh.

warnings: smut (no actual sex), mentions of weed, high!coriolanus, high!reader

knock, knock, knock

three frantic thuds to your bedroom door awaken you from what was about to be, as far as you were concerned, the best nap of your life.

"what," you breathe out sharply, clear agitation in your voice. you didn't bother opening your eyes, let alone getting up and opening the door.

"y/n? it's coriolanus," now that grabs your attention. "i can come back if it's not a good time."

you reluctantly roll out of bed to open the door for your best friend. he looks different, not like his usual self. disheveled clothes, messy hair, blank look on his typically focused face. something wasn't right.

you open the door just wide enough for him to enter, then immediately close it behind him. he awkwardly stumbles into the room, same demeanor of that of a lost puppy. "coryo? are you okay?" you turn to face him, placing a gentle hand on his arm.

your touch seems to startle him back to reality. he looks at your hand then up at your face, his eyes struggling to remain contact with yours. "i- i don't know." his entire face softens for the first time since he's gotten here.

"sit," you instruct, gesturing towards the foot of the bed. he complies, and you seat yourself right down next to him. "what's the matter?" you ask, keeping your voice as warm as possible, not wanting to upset the boy any further.

"it's just," three long digits rub his temples, "school and the games and everything at home... it's just too much, y/n, it's too much" he confesses with a sigh, head falling onto your shoulder.

"oh coryo," you coo, running supporting fingers through his blond locks, "i hear you."

"i just need to relax" his words come out so quiet you almost don't hear them.

"what do you need cor?" you lower your voice, matching his, "anything" you add.

"perhaps some of that green plant you keep in that drawer over there," he eyes your dresser knowingly. you'd be lying if you said his request didn't surprise you a little bit. coriolanus knew you were a smoker. and you knew he certainly wasn't.

"really?"

"really."

"alright then," you didn't question him any further. given the state he was in, a joint sounded like a perfectly sound idea.

you hop off your bed, suddenly hit with the realization of your outfit, or the lack thereof. tshirt and panties. it doesn't bother you much, not nearly as much as it bothers coryo. his lips part slightly, all the air leaving his lungs while he silently adjusts himself on the bed.

your back is turned to him, giving him the perfect view. his eyes start on your bare calves, slowly droning up to your plush thighs, then finally the exposed part of your ass peaking out from your lace underwear.

he thought he could die right there and then. but fuck, it got oh so much worse as you bent over, reaching into the bottom drawer.

coriolanus finally snaps out of it when you stand at your full height once again, turning around with your lazy smile now accompanied by a small plastic bag in one hand and rolling papers in the other. "let's light up!”

-

it didn't take long to kick in.

you and coriolanus now found yourselves seated on the floor, opposite to each other. you stared right at his face, too pretty for his own good. especially with red hooded eyes and a soft lively smile on his pink lips, making them look even more yummy.

"what are you looking at?" there's humor in his once tense tone.

"you,"

"oh," he breathes. a moment of silence passes by until broken again. "come here... please" it comes out way more desperate than he anticipated, but that exactly what he was. desperate.

you waste no time crawling onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your hands into his curls. god, he loved when you did that. it drove him absolutely crazy and you knew it. that and the fact that there were only limited pieces of clothing separating his cock from your heat. he was done for.

you straddled him, each of your legs on either side of his. you sink down on him, gasping when immediately met with how hard he is.

coriolanus looks up at you with big, pleading eyes. “y/n,”

you intervene with a hungry kiss and he doesn't hesitate to reciprocate. it's hot and sloppy. you can taste the weed still on his tongue along with a faintness of mint.

you continue working your hips on him, causing him to moan into your mouth, sending vibrations throughout your whole body. he grips them tightly, rough enough to leave marks, forcibly aiding your movements. his need even drives his hips to buck up into you, meeting you halfway. but it's not enough.

you get off him suddenly and he whines at the loss of contact. "up," you order, coriolanus blindly complying. without a word, you undo the buttons of his shirt one by one. he watches you, his eyes full of lust and burning holes into your skin.

after discarding the shirt, he leans back in, craning his neck to adjust to the height difference, and tries to kiss you. you dodge him with a smile, your focus on his pants that need to go too. your hands slide under the waistband, his hard core tensing at the sensation. you look up to him for permission. he's quick with a nod, so you proceed. your eyes locked on his as you move down with his pants.

finally satisfied, you point to the bed. he sits in his previous spot, right at the edge. you take your shirt off, revealing your perky tits, before following after him. he bites his lip so hard he could've drawn blood. by this point, there's a huge dark patch on his boxers from precum and his leg bounced in anticipation. you placed a hand on his thigh, steadying him as you practically jumped back on him.

his lips are rough against yours and his hands roam all over your body. like he couldn’t get enough. he places kisses down your jaw and neck before reaching your bare chest. they started soft, but the louder your moans got, the harder he sucked. so eager to please.

with that, the grinding resumes. as you find your rythym, coriolanus lets out a string incoherent curses his breath. “oh my god,” he rambles. with one hand on your ass, the other finds its way inbetween your legs. he reaches into your panties, making you gasp when he finds your clit. “fuck, you’re so wet.”

you can only moan in response, completely lost in sheer pleasure as he rubbed you just the right way. “i’m gonna cum, coryo,” you manage to squeak out. you’d never came from dry humping before but then again, it never felt like this.

the knot in your stomach finally burst and you felt it everywhere. with another moan, you threw your head back, nails scratching red marks into your best friend’s chest as you ride out your high.

“fuckkkk,” the feeling of you coming undone on his fingers had coryo cumming right after you, hot white strings flooding his underwear.

neither of you moved, catching your breath and realizing what just happened. "...i think i like smoking."

an: guys i actually quit smoking like half way thru writing this bc i felt like i was being watched by the government every fucking time ok bye love u