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🔞High on your Ford Mondeo | H. Lewis

CWs: Drugs (smoking weed), High sex , outdoor sex, dry humping, desperate sorta sex, clitoral stimulation Summary: Lazy Summer night with your best friend spent smoking 🌿 on top of his ford mondeo, leading to acting on those desperate sexual inhibitions, even if that means fucking on the car roof in the middle of assfuck nowhere Wordcount: 1.8k

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You were in the middle of nowhere, some random turn in point just off of the country roads nobody ventured over at this time of night. You looked up to the sky from atop the rover roof your back lay flat against, observing the stars which shone brightly in the cloudless, inky sky - reflected in Harry's eyes as he took a drag of the blunt the two of you had been sharing in the moonlight.

"Harry?" It felt as though you weren't even saying his name as your hand tugged at the hem of his shirt. The paper passed from his hand to yours before you brought it back up to your lips, breathing in and taking it back before letting a cloud pass, shading the clear night sky only momentarily before the stars reappeared once more. "Maybe we should get back into the car."

"Why?" Harry asked lazily, his hand brushed yours away from his shirt, instead slotting his fingers between yours whilst his thumb brushed over the back of your hand.

"I was thinking," You started. "You know how we get sunburn? What if we can get moonburn."

Harry didn't reply for a moment.

"That is a great fuckin' point."

He took the blunt back, slowly taking his drag and puffing it back before rolling over- causing you to let out a huff from the pressure as his body landed on top of yours, his chest flush with yours.

"The fuck are you doing, I can feel the car wobbling Harry- you better not tip this thing over-"

"I'm tryna protect you," He groaned from above you. "From the moonburn- I'm covering you, see, so you don't get burned."

"Wow, cheers," You laughed slowly at his gesture even if it did crush you lungs. Luckily, Harry was courteous enough to roll back over and let you sit up and lean back onto your arm, inhaling the sweet night air - free from pollution of other people. Pulling the paper from your lips you held it out to Harry, looking back and catching a glimpse into those pleasant blue eyes as you asked "You wanna hit?"

Harry shook his head, though there was a playful grin on his lips as he did. "I want you to give it to me yourself."

Your lips curled into a grin as you knew exactly what he meant. You shuffled over the cold metal roof to get closer to him. Harry uncrossed his legs, giving you his lap to crawl onto, straddling his hips as you placed one hand on his shoulder for stability, the other holding the blunt between your lips as you inhaled the smoke before cupping Harry's jaw in your hand. Your fingers curved over his cheek, finding the hollows where his gums dipped and pressing down lightly to indicate for him to open his mouth. Harry's lips parted as your fingers dragged his jaw down, nails digging into his lower jaw to keep his mouth open as you leaned forwards, almost pressing your lips to his as you blew the smoke into his mouth, passing the second hand weed into his system as he took it all back, his eyes closing instinctively with yours as he took in your sweet scent, intoxicated with that and the smoke that clouded his mind.

His lips closed around your before you could pull back, the soft flesh caressing your own and finding a lazy pace to work at, the almost sweet aftertaste of weed lingering across one another's lips which moved wetly together. Harry's hand came to the side of your face, cupping your cheek and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear whilst you could feel his eyelashes softly brushing against your cheek.

Harry's teeth came down on your lip, the soft pressure enough to make you open your mouth, Harry's tongue exploiting the movement as he made the kiss even sloppier, the taste of weed evident on his tongue and making you chase him once he pulled back slightly, your eyes opening to see a smirk across his lips.

His hand trailed up your thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake as the cold night air lingered after his touch, his fingers toying with the buttons before slipping the denim down, exposing your legs and lower half, now only covered by thin panties.

A laboured breath fell from your lips as Harry's index and middle fingers curled around the waistband of the panties, yourself shuffling to help him pull the material down before you felt his cold fingertips press delicately against your clit.

The gentle shock of the action was pleasant, and made you elicit a breathy moan, your hips bucking momentarily as all your nerves were ignited simultaneously. His finger slowly circled the spot, making your legs weak, and you bit down onto your lip with a heavy breath, not wanting to break the quiet ambience of the country night.

"You can be as loud as you want, baby," Harry's voice was delicate and coaxing almost, and you let go of you lip between your teeth, the next groan coming unfiltered as Harry was less soft- increasing the pressure and making your head spin almost.

You began subconsciously rocking your hips against Harry's touch, and as soon as you realised you had been doing it, Harry's fingers pulled away. Turning around disappointedly to see why Harry had stopped, you heard the clinking of metal as Harry tugged his buckle, sliding his belt off and undoing his zipper.

It was dark, but you could still make out Harry's cock in the darkness- how it looked so tempting as the boxers came down- his length bobbing back up and hitting his stomach, the influence of the weed clearly getting him even more horny. And you couldn't say that the weed didn't have a similar influence on you, as you felt your core heating up- almost aching from how you felt upon seeing Harry's length, just needing him to thrust on in and fuck you already.

You pushed Harry down by the chest so that his back was flat against the car roof, and he let out a huff upon the impact, wiggling uncomfortably at the coolness of the metal against his skin. He didn't move though, as you placed either hand to his chest, crawling over his legs and finding a comfortable position whereby you could feel his cock beneath you, flush against your core and head nudging your clit. A groan fell from your lips and you couldn't help but indulge in the feeling of his cock, simply grinding down onto his length and letting the friction between his cock and your clit provide you pleasure- almost desperately grinding against his cock, releasing all your inhibitions with the freedom provided by the blunt and adrenaline of doing it on top of your car on an open road.

His length caught against your opening and the tip sunk between your soaked folds so deliciously you wouldn't help but sink yourself down onto his cock, arching your back as you lowered yourself until he was fully inside of you, bottomed out so that your skin was flush with his own burning hot skin.

Harry pulled his hand up to your face, stroking your cheek as you felt the blunt scratching your skin, the paper held between his fingers as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind you ear, his thumb finding your lips and slipping between to rest upon your tongue, letting you suck his digit before leaning off it with a pop and allowing Harry to delicately place the joint between your lips and take a drag, slotting the paper back between Harry's fingers and blowing the smoke back out before letting out a giggle and leaning back down to reattach your lips with Harry's and share a passionate, sloppy kiss.

Only was the kissing interrupted when Harry moaned heavily into the kiss upon feeling your hips begin grinding back and forth, his cock tracing your insides and moving minimally and yet providing so much pleasure you couldn't help but chase it, putting pressure onto your knees and using them to raise your body from his cock and start riding him.

Your bounces were wanton and ravenous, each one emitting a low sort of squelch; the combination of your slick against Harry's cock making near-pornographic sounds. And Harry's groans were a symphony, the way they were so husky and only turned you on further, a certain horny beauty within the load moans that fell desperately from your lips with each thrust, so sexily sinful against the otherwise silent wilderness around you.

Harry's brain felt as though it were heading dangerously into overdrive, the way it was so clouded was almost worrying- all the stimulation of your velvet walls pressing tight around his cock had his whole body sweltering, the cold metal against his back the only vice that kept him somewhat cool. And the sight of your tits, jiggling in high circles with each eager thrust of his cock into your pussy, had him bucking his hips and trying to hit your g-spot just to see you moan and see those tits shake with each thrust- your nipples hardened against the cold nights air and drawing him to place a heavy hand against one- his fingers kneading and caressing your doughy skin whilst his thumb sensually pressed and flicked your nipple.

You knew he was getting close; his hips bucking almost uncontrollable with each of your bounces, kissing your cervix with each thrust and making your legs shake, the feeling of his hand reaching across your leg to grip your thigh- his nails sinking into your peachy flesh and leaving little crescent nail-marks clouding your mind and pushing you closer and closer to your climax.

"H-Harry," You groaned.

"Oh I'm so close baby, don't you worry-" He cut you off with an animalistic groan, both his hands attaching at your hips and controlling you- using you at his own pace as your legs were so close to giving out, thrusting you up and down on his cock as though you were a cocksleeve for his pleasure only.

"Fuck, HaArry..." The crack within your voice was so raw and broken, Harry was pushed just over the edge as you were- the feeling of his cock painting white stripes within your uterus as you climaxed yourself, sending stars within your eyes and euphoria coursing through your body, making your head spin and thighs clench and shake.

You couldn't even support your body weight, your arms giving out and causing your body to collapse atop Harry's- your sweaty body meeting his own which was covered in a thin sheen, the combination of the weed heating his body, cold night air, and hot and passionate sex causing the two of you to feel hot-and-cold everywhere, and yet still have it in yourselves to cuddle naked on the roof of the car, giggling under the influence of the weed and savouring this time together that you still had whilst you were young.

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Guys icl idk whether i vaped or hit weed at a party i went to and it's bugging me out fr because that was the first time id ever had anything nicotine related and i j feel guilt negl 😭😖 not really sure where im going with that but thought it linked to the chapter, n no better way to kill a smut-induced ladyboner than with a boring personal anecdote 🫶🥰😘

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halfwashedgooch · 5 months

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best friend who challenges you to see who has a higher tolerance but you don’t think you remember them taking more than 1 hit

“there’s no way you have any chance of beating me, i can out smoke you any day pretty. what are you talking about? this is like my 4th hit, i swear.”

best friend who watches you take hit after hit, not even trying to stop you. just smiling, watching you become more and more dazed

“i think you actually did it pretty! you should take a celebratory b0ng hit. what do you mean your head feels funny? you just jumped up too quickly when i said you won. yes, i do think you’re being silly, you’re fine.”

best friend who uses your impaired sense of judgment to their advantage.

“come sit up here near me, you can relax ya know. i won’t bite unless you let me. it’s a joke — i’m joking pretty, i promise. you should unzip your hoodie, it’s so hot in here. i really don’t think you need it. fine, if you don’t want to take it off you can just leave it unzipped.”

best friend who speaks sweetly, whispering lewd thoughts and promises in your ear, watching as your brain leaks out your ear and you slowly become increasingly pliant in their hands.

“have i ever told you how pretty your eyes are? especially when they’re all low and glassy like that. i think you would look so pretty on your knees looking up at me, don’t you think so too? do you tremble like this when you cum? do you get all teary eyed when you do it? you don’t know? well maybe you’ll let me see for myself, how’s that sound pretty? what, of course i’m joking.”

best friend who notices you soaking a wet patch through the front of your sweats, instructing you to take them off

“why have you got your thighs pressed together so tightly? what are you hiding? let me see. aww, that’s so cute. are you turned on or something? from what. are you some type of slut? i didn’t even say anything to you for real. you always make innocent things so filthy. i didn’t say anything like that. i’m being mean?you’re calling me mean? after you just made up these lies about me. i don’t have to be nice to you, i could leave and go back to my place instead of taking care of you. shh it’s ok, it’s ok, you don’t have to cry pretty. now here, you’re gonna get sick if you leave them on. you might as well take them off, you’re gonna mess up my couch. i’m only looking out for you, they’re gonna be uncomfortable when they get cold.”

best friend who sits you down on their lap with your back to their chest in just your boxers and hoodie. feeling them rub circles in your thighs and pinch your nipples.

“i know you’re probably freezing without any pants on, come sit up here. i’m not asking you, i’m telling you. i’ll keep us both warm. what, no, i’m only rubbing to keep you warm. no, there’s no other way, i have to keep pinching them because you’re dozing off during the movie. how could you fall asleep in the middle of it? you’re the one that picked it, i wouldn’t really be happy if you did.”

best friend who sighs in faux annoyance noticing you soaked the front of your boxers, instructing you to take those off too with a huff

“ really? you did it again? seriously, what’s wrong with you. all weird over some friendly touching. i did not touch you like that, what do mean i did this on purpose. are you crazy? why would i ever do something like this on purpose? why would i intentionally risk messing up my couch or my pants? you might as well take those off too. it’s the same thing as your pants. you’re not gonna like them when they get cold. i wouldn’t want you being uncomfortable for no reason.”

best friend who sneaks their hand in between your thighs, pressing their fingers against your clit

“i’m not doing anything, you’re making it all up. you literally just put my hand down there. i’m only doing what you wanted me to do. you didn’t need to say you wanted me to do this. you put my hand here. you’re my best friend, how could i ever say no to you?”

best friend who laughs at you as you squirm and cry out from the heightened sense of pleasure

“is this movie seriously what turns you on? are you sure it’s not the movie? i don’t knowww, i’m not even doing anything to you really. listen to how wet you are. sit still, you can’t hear it properly if you’re moving around so much. shhh this is the good part, you’re gonna miss it if you keep making all those noises. i can’t even hear it over all the sounds you’re making.”

best friend who keeps going long after you’ve made a mess of their lower half and you’ve tried to pull their hand away

“you can’t be possibly be finished yet, we just started. give me one more, you can do one more. stop whining about it, i know your body better than you know your body. i thought you were tough, you beat me and now i’m trying to give you your reward and you’re complaining. move your hands, don’t touch mine again. i can’t believe you. when did my best friend turn into such an ungrateful brat. you’re really hurting my feelings, i think you should apologize to me. yeah, you should and we’re gonna keep going pretty, until i think i can forgive you for being so rude to me.”

best friend who lets you clean their fingers off and relax into them as you doze off

“thereee we go, open up, stick your tongue out. taste good doesn’t it? what do we say when we get rewards? good girl, you’re welcome! yes, of course you did an amazing job. see i knew you were going to enjoy the challenge. shhh, it’s ok, i know you’re sleepy pretty, just lie back. is this blanket warm enough? do you want me to turn the tv down? it’s ok, just close your eyes. i’ll be here when you wake up.”

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