#also he deff smoked u out for v day

[murdrdocs]

cw weed

having vivid images of lazy make outs with luke, fueled by the weed buzzing through your systems.

laying back on the grass, the breeze blowing against your skin and tickling the grass along your legs. your body is heavy, still fighting off the initial high that urges you to lay back and do absolutely nothing.

you’re attempting to combat it enough to engage, willing your mouth to open, your lips to move, your tongue to press against his.

his hand is at your lower back, pulling you closer to him, keeping you still by slotting your legs together. he starts to grip at your ass, digging his fingers into the flesh despite your flimsy shorts covering them. he doesn’t care much for them, nudging his fingers under the elastic waistband to meet his target, flesh against flesh.

hornier than you thought, you’re already moaning into his open mouth as you lazily start to press your crotch against his, determinedly searching for the angle that’ll provide the most friction.

there’s so much going on, but at such a languid pace. you feel like you have all the time in the world, definitely another effect of the herbal taste at the back of luke’s teeth and the smell in his hair. when you’re both a little more sober, you know he’s going to make you take a dip in the sound to rinse the smell off of you both.

but for now you’ll stay like this for as long as either of you can take. and if luke’s hand—having now circled to the front and starting to tease your cunt through your panties—is anything to go by, neither of you will last long.