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It just wasn’t fair how charming and handsome he could be, it really wasn’t. Especially not when he snuck a glance or two your way while you and the dogs cuddled up together, cause even sitting down, Jon Bernthal had you weak in the knees.
You had accompanied him to film one of the episodes of his podcast, partly because you loved watching him work and mostly because you loved hearing him talk more than anything.
His voice was soothing to listen to and you enjoyed seeing him so invested in the conversation, he was just the best to be around and you felt extra lucky to be his girl, plus it wasn’t like he’d ever make you feel anything less.
You were sipping on the coffee he picked up for you earlier that morning, smiling to yourself, half in your thoughts, half listening to Jon interview his guest when you noticed him pull out a blunt, the lighter he’d been holding flicked expertly to light it.
Heat prickled at your skin as you focused on the action, taking in the sight of his hands, how skillfully they handled the joint, the smooth inhale, how his head tipped back just slightly, and then the inevitable exhale, something so unbelievably attractive about the way he blew the smoke out from the sides of his mouth.
The conversation continued, but you were still stuck on what you’d seen. You’d smoked before on occasion and had your fair share of edibles even before you’d met so seeing Jon smoke wasn’t shocking, it was just how hot he was when he did it that had you a little out of sorts, coupled with the fact that in almost the one year you’d been together you’d never gotten high with him.
And so there, in that moment, the thought of changing that had been put in your mind.
You wondered if he noticed, how you squirmed and shifted in your seat the rest of the time he talked, the unconscious lick of your lips when you took in the hazy look in his eyes, the way his body relaxed in his seat with another hit of the joint, yeah, you kinda hoped he did.
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Afterwards, you sat in his truck, the air conditioning refreshing against the heat outside, your eyes soft as you watched Jon through the window, letting the dogs run around for a bit before the drive home, your favorite place to be.
“Thanks for comin with me, sweetheart,” his familiar gentle rumble filled your ears as he climbed in the truck finally, his hand outstretched to give your knee a thoughtful squeeze.
“Of course! Like I said this morning, I like listening to your conversations. And the view isn’t so bad either.” you smiled to yourself, not looking at him deliberately.
That earned you a laugh, his hand moving from your knee to your arm, tugging you towards him so he could plant a warm kiss to your lips, nothing about it helping the fire in your belly tamp down, not when you could taste the coffee on his lips and definitely not with how he brushed his nose against yours when you parted.
Because truthfully, you had been polite and sweet and innocent the entire morning but underneath that was all the unsaid desire you had for him, especially the image of him and that blunt between his lips, you couldn’t stop thinking about it.
In fact, you thought about it the entire drive, your eyes shifting from Jon’s hand’s on the wheel and the scenery passing you by.
It almost made you feel a little embarrassed because if he truly knew how often you thought of him, how often you stole glances at him and daydreamed and swooned over him…the thought made your stomach flip but how could anyone blame you? Everything about him was attractive, even the most ordinary and simple things he said or did, it only made both your feelings for him and your desire for him that much stronger.
“Baby? You’ve been real quiet, you doin okay?” his voice whisked you out of your thoughts, a slight edge of concern to his voice that made your cheeks warm.
“Yeah, yeah I’m more than okay, just thinking bout you honestly” the reassurance and a smile from you convinced him enough.
“Ah well now you gotta tell me the specifics, baby! You know how it goes, what’s that pretty head of yours thinking about me?” he insisted when you protested a bit, one of his hands leaving the wheel to rest on the back of your seat.
The sigh you huff out is playful but really it’s one of resignation to the fact that now would be a perfect time to bring up what had been so on your mind because you’re sure he’d say yes to what you wanted to suggest and you should take the opportunity and not give him a half-truth answer just because you felt silly.
“Alright, alright. I was just thinking about you smoking that blunt earlier…you looked real good doing it and I wondered why we’ve never smoked together before. I…think we should one day, like being high with you would be fun, you know.”
Your words trail off, stopping yourself from rambling too much, your eyes watching his features.
“Oh, hell yeah! It’s kinda crazy we haven’t yet cause I would kill to see what you’re like stoned. Just say the word whenever, baby, I’m down.” There was that handsome grin you loved so much, gracing his face and making your heart beat even louder.
Home finally came into view, the truck coming to a stop and the summer heat wrapping around you once more when Jon came around to open the door for you and you’re even more wrapped up in your daydreams about him than before, content and feeling spoiled by him in the best of ways.
And in his eyes, it was true, he’d give you the world and all you had to do was ask.
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Saturday night, your head in his lap, the sun just beginning to set, pale blue swirled into pinky orange and then the heated orange flame from the lighter in Jon’s hand became the only thing in your view.
The blunt was between your lips already, the one he had expertly rolled for you both to share, your eyes blinking up at him sweetly as he lit the end, gaze roaming over you till it landed on your face and the deep inhale you take before it’s passed to him.
Jon couldn’t think of anything sexier as he watched you take in the acrid smoke, holding it for just a moment to let it fill your lungs before exhaling, smoky tendrils filling the air above you both.
“Took that like a fuckin champ, look at you! Why haven’t we done this sooner?” His voice swam in your head, a giggle breaching past your lips as you felt your body begin to relax and buzz, the familiar slow heaviness seeping into your eyelids and then to the rest of your body.
You watched as he took a puff then, his head tilted back to rest on the back of the couch before he exhaled too, his eyes hooded and downcast as they landed on your face again.
The world felt so calm now, so still and silent save for you and him and the dogs rustling about somewhere in the room, a giddy kind of serenity bathing the space as the sun shone in through the windows. Golden hour.
“Goddamn am I lucky…” Jon bounced his thigh slightly, making your vision bob with the movement as you opened your eyes at his words.
“Mm, I was just thinking the same thing, babe.” you turned on your side, your cheek flat against the front his thigh now, eyes hazy as you watch his own. Crazy how you could see so much in them, things he didn’t even have to say, just something for you to feel as you looked at him.
Jon passed you the joint again, shaking his head internally at how you didn’t quite catch what he meant, that you didn’t see what he saw in this moment, how the golden sun that filtered through the window had landed on your outstretched figure, your brown skin illuminated with a glow that nearly made him speechless.
He wanted to tell you about it as you passed the joint back to him, his fingers brushing with yours, your warm touch like a lifeline for him, but he held back, knowing how he could get when he was uninhibited this way, the weed making his lips loose. He’d keep the moment private for now, all his feelings for you wrapped in it till the time was right to tell you how much he fucking adored you.
And though unsaid, you could feel the affection, the softness of him flowing to you. You liked stoned Jon very much, content with how his hands held and caressed your skin gently, the overall sweetness he had with you dialed up even more now, the two of you unable to contain laughs and smiles as you found things to talk about, tangents to go on.
He had put on something to watch earlier but you were a bit too enthralled in each other to really care to watch anymore and though you’d moved your head from his lap to sit upright next to him, your bodies were closer still.
A few more puffs of the joint were shared equally between you both till Jon placed the bud on the ashtray sat on the coffee table in front of him, his hands animated as he explained in depth something you had asked his opinion on.
There was your love of hearing his voice again, filling up your body as you lay your cheek against the couch cushion, your knees tucked to your chest, your eyes and ears drinking him in, his elongated cadence, how you could practically see his brain thinking faster than his mouth could keep up with because the subject of conversation was something he was passionate about.
Handsome and soft, tender with his gaze that was only for you, that was Jon, that was your man, the realization making you reach for his hand which he took without hesitation as he spoke, his fingers twining with yours.
Then naturally there was a lull in the conversation, the physical tension between you both coming to the forefront now that a comfortable silence had taken hold, both of you simply enjoying your highs, the unspoken want that you’d been drifting around louder now, all your touches and embraces this evening held back to be appropriate, teasing, suggestive even but still polite. Until now.
Floaty and emboldened, the inhaled smoke that permeated your body guided you to bring his hand that was still in yours up to your mouth, pressing a sweet kiss to his knuckles.
“Why’d you have to make me want you so bad, Jonny?” your voice was hushed, almost a whine, your cheeks heating when his eyes flicked to yours.
Yeah you’d been intimate, you weren’t a stranger to the way Jon could manage his way around your body, your wants, plenty a time had been spent clawing at his sheets while he fucked you deeply, your moans and near screams only muffled by his mouth or his hand against your lips. But this was different, the desire even more intense with the high, sprawling, almost too concentrated and you wanted to let it drag you under.
The need to be under his thumb, to feel him, in and around you was white hot and you hoped he’d want it too, hoped he wouldn’t object to being intimate in this state.
“Cause I’ve been wantin you too, sweetheart, I always want you. Especially now, you have no idea,” he gave your hand a squeeze, your heartbeat picking up in pace at his admission.
There was your green light.
It didn’t take long for you to end up in his lap, your knees straddling either side of him while your mouths met, heat licking at your core as you both gave in to the pull, letting your bodies do what they wanted.
Jon cursed against your mouth when he felt you grind down against him, your body trying to find purchase against him, aching for friction while his hands grabbed at your ass through your leggings, squeezing your waist, fingertips raking at the sides of your thighs as you whined into his mouth when you felt him, the hardening curve of him against your center.
“Fuck, baby! Doesn’t take much for you to get all slutty on me when you’re high, huh? That why you wanted to smoke with me, just wanted me to take care of your little horny self?” the deep and gravelly tone of his voice filled your ears, an edge of playfulness to it that made you whimper into his shoulder.
“S’your fault…” you throw back, a lazy smirk on your face when pulled you back so he could look at your face.
“Mhm, I know. But it’s yours too cause I’ve been thinking about how good it would feel to be buried inside you since we started smoking. See what you do to me, darlin?” he took your hand then, moving it between your thighs so you could cup him.
It made you smile when he bucked up into your touch, how his eyes closed for a moment when your palm flattened to rub up and down the length. He must ache just as much as you now.
“Please, Jonny…I want you, want you to fuck me, fill me up, please,” you give him puppy eyes and then leaned in to drag heated kisses up the column of his neck.
“I will, baby, just stand up for me, gotta get you outta these clothes or I’m gonna end up ripping them off you.”
You listened to him then as reluctant as you were to leave the warmth and safety of his lap, because you knew he was good for it, reminiscing about the favorite pair of panties he’d ripped to shreds one night when you were both too horny and pressed for time to fully undress.
Jon could hardly hold back, his hands itching to make you fall apart as he helped you stand up, keeping you steady as you giggled and turned so your ass was facing him, his ears happy with the sound of your soft squeal as he pulled down your leggings, his dick twitching at the sight of your figure.
It didn’t take long for the both of you to strip bare but it felt slowed, the high making all your movements feel slowed, careful, fully present and aware of the moment.
And normally Jon would take his time with you, work you open, make you cum without even fucking you first but he thought it would be cruel to make you wait especially when you were whimpering for him like that.
Weed always made you that much more sensitive, your pussy soaked already as you slowly found your way in his lap again, your eyes on his, tethered as he lined himself up and you began to sink down on him, his own hips strained as he pushed up against you, meeting only slight resistance as your walls gave way and pulled him in.
His arms wrapped around your waist, his fingertips dragging soothing trails down your back as you both groaned at the stretch because Jon was thick all the way around, thick and heavy as he pulsed and filled your soaked hole, your eyes never leaving his.
Nothing else existed outside this, outside you and him, eyes hooded, tinged a slight red, heat wrapped around your bodies as he bottomed out, arms keeping you pressed against his chest, keeping you deep.
You might as well have been on Jupiter, a planet for the two of you alone.
“Attagirl, baby. You’re always so good to me, aren’t you. That pussy always takes me so well. Oh I know, I know, sweetheart.” Jon cooed, your foreheads pressed together as he moved his hips up to nudge himself even deeper, his last words in response to you crying out.
Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, your pussy clenching around him as you remembered how strong he was, the strength in his arms felt under your fingers as he began to bounce you up and down, nice and slow, letting you both savor the feeling.
Every drag of his hips had you choking out gasps and whines, your body feeling weightless as you got comfortable, melting into his hold, letting him move you, your sweet sounds filling the air as his mouth explored your neck and down to your chest, eventually biting and sucking at your nipples while your hands tugged at his hair, content to be getting fucked like this.
“You feel so good, baby, please…fuck, oh please!” you cried out as he angled his thrusts, knocking against a spot that made you see stars.
“Yeah, is that the spot? That where you need me to be? Tell me, pretty girl.”
He was such an asshole for that because he knew damn well it was but hearing your breathy whines and pleas was what he wanted more than anything. As if you wouldn’t give him anything he wanted when he made you feel like this.
“Mhm, right there, baby, please just fu-” the words turned into a strangled moan as he rocked your body against him, hitting the spot over and over while your hand drifted down to rub at your clit, the added sensation making you shake.
You didn’t even care how loud you were being anymore, it all felt too good, too all consuming to care and Jon only encouraged your moans, filling with pride at how he was splitting you open, giving you praise after praise for how beautifully you took it.
“Shit! Jonny, I’m so close, please, I’m so close,” you dug your nails into his biceps and buried your face in his neck as he picked up his pace just slightly, your ass colliding with his hips, his hand still keeping you deep on him, the sound of skin meeting adding another layer of pleasure to it all.
He wasn’t fucking you very rough at all but it was still intense and his cock reached deep with every thrust, both of you tensing and clinging to one another as he pounded your pussy sweetly, just perfectly right to make you wanna explode.
“Yeah? Gonna cum on this big dick aren’t you, jesus I can feel you squeezin me, sweetheart. Let it go, lemme have it, know you can do it for me,” his half growl rang in your ears as you focused on doing just that.
You surrendered to the rising tide swimming in your core, finding your release with a shrill yelp, letting him talk you through, letting him keep fucking you through it too, drawing out your release till you were catching your breath and sliding off of him, almost too overstimulated but too full of desire to wanna stop here.
He raised an eyebrow at you when you sank down to your knees, placing yourself between his thighs, “I wanna clean up my mess before I get back on,” the sinfully innocent bat of your eyelashes made him twitch once more as he watched you lay your cheek against his knee for a moment.
You were gonna kill him, he was so sure of it.
You were just something else and the kicker was that you were his, all his and he never wanted to cherish and spoil and fuck and make happy someone so much before.
“Mm, that’s my girl. Go ahead, better not miss any spots either.” Jon quipped and you responded with a few nails dug into the meat of his thigh before you lean in to drag your tongue up his shaft, covered in your slick and still throbbing hard.
While you busied yourself, he leaned forward carefully to grab the rest of the blunt still on the ashtray, the flicks of a lighter heard as he lit it again, taking a big puff and leaning back against the couch again, his eyes burning into you as you wrapped your lips around him, sucking and licking as you took him deeper into your mouth, moaning at how you had to stretch your mouth to fit around his girth.
The taste of yourself on his shaft made your body buzz again, something so filthy and hot about it, about all of this, especially with how you had an up close and personal view of him smoking again, the very image that started this to begin with.
What a bastard…and you couldn’t love him any less.
As you bobbed your head, slicking him up with your spit, your wet slurps and shared moans filling the air, he grabbed your chin affectionately, pulling you off him for a second, taking another drag of the blunt and holding it in his mouth before leaning down so your face was almost touching his.
Your breath hitched as you moved closer, slotting your mouth against his, parting your lips in anticipation of what he was gonna do, your brain going fuzzy as you held eye contact with him while he exhaled the smoke into your waiting mouth, shotgunning you, shrouding your realities in another layer of high.
Thighs clenched together as you took it in and waited till the smoke cleared a little before you whimpered out of need and got your mouth back on his dick, letting him control the movement of your head this time, giving him your trust and your air supply as he fucked your throat tenderly.
Every thrust of his hips, every curse and groan from him was one of passion and pure adoration for you and the filthy side of yourself he felt honored to get to see.
Golden hour had turned to a magenta sunset as you released him from your mouth with a pop when he groaned out that he wanted to fuck you some more, Jon going back to admiring you as you stood up, his hand in yours, never letting there be a chance for you to stumble, his face pressing against your tummy from his seated position.
He just wanted to breathe you in, to map your body with his hands, memorize each curve and plane and expanse of you, the woman who occupied so much space in his heart now, who he wanted to worship and love as much as he could.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, sweetheart. I love you, you know that?” his words were hushed against your skin but you still heard him, your brain foggy, body and heart feeling everything.
“I love you too, baby, always.”
Eventually, the sweet kisses Jon had pressed to your stomach had turned needier, lustier, his mouth traveling further south to lap at your slick folds until you were whining for him to be inside you again.
This time he had you on your back, your legs hooked around his back as he easily pushed back inside you, filling you up to the hilt and smirking at the way you clutched his arms, his gold chain swinging just above your face, distracting you till he gave you another thrust, your eyes floating back up to his own.
God you looked so wrecked, so fucked out, so floaty and needy and it drove him crazy, made him harder than he could ever remember being.
And you recognized the need in his eyes, encouraging him to give it to you, that you wanted all of him, that you didn’t want him to hold back and that was all the permission he needed before your legs were placed over his shoulders and he was grinding into you, the angle allowing him to push even deeper.
He fucked you steadily, his strokes deep, sharp and hard at times but alternating between a good medium of gentle and hard, your body quivering and shaking around him as he held you together, held you close to him when you came again, and then again soon after because you were just so sensitive all he had to do was rub your clit that time.
It was everything you had wanted to experience, tears pricking at your eyes and a few pretty sobs racking your chest as Jon fucked you good, chasing his own release now that he felt satisfied you’d gotten yours.
“Shh, shh I’m here baby. I know, fuck, I know. Are those good tears or do you need a break?” his soothing voice made you cry harder.
Because they were in fact good tears, tears of pleasure, because you were being fucked so good your body was responding in this way and his thoughtfulness and care for you was the cherry on top.
“G-good, they’re good. Please don’t stop, Jonny,” you pleaded, looking up at him for a moment and then down at where his dick was disappearing into you, the obscene sounds of your sopping hole driving you that much closer to another climax.
Jon swore under his breath at your confession, so unbelievably honored that you felt safe enough to be so vulnerable with him, and turned on at how pretty you looked crying for his dick, your pussy clenching around him in that familiar way that told him all he needed to know.
Your body felt heavy, tired, sore already as you clung to his shoulders, your lips meeting again until before long his rhythm faltered a bit, his growls getting deeper as he hunkered down, his weight pressing into you, giving you a few more deep strokes before he was groaning out his release, your own gasp following as you felt him pulse inside you, relishing in the fact that he was filling you up with his cum.
“Holy shit…” you caught your breath and laughed with him as you both collapsed against the couch, tired muscles aching.
The sun had fully set now, inky blue and black filling the sky, the panting of your breaths filling the room, the movie that had been on the flatscreen long since over.
You were both still a little high, giggling at how insane that just was, knowing you were both gonna remember this moment for a long time.
“God, I love you. I’ve never cried like that during sex…” you chuckled against his chest, too spent to care that you were both sweaty now.
“Hmm you begged me so pretty I couldn’t help but give it to you good. You made me feel amazing too.” his nose nudged at your cheek and he dipped his mouth down to press a kiss to yours again, never tired of kissing you.
Eventually you both agreed a shower was due and you hated to part your body from him but he made sure to keep you close as you got to cleaning up.
“We should do that more often,” you thought out loud as the warm spray from the shower washed the sweat from your skin.
Jon was behind you, a nip of his teeth, and a soothing kiss placed on your shoulder making you lean back into his sturdy frame.
“You already know I’m down, just say the word whenever, baby. You know I’m yours.”
Yeah, you never felt so damn lucky.