steve’s such a sweetheart that he fucks you while you guys are high <3
you’re on your back, legs hooked loosely around his hips, cotton panties long since tugged to the side and discarded somewhere near the foot of the bed. steve’s hovering over you, forearms braced on either side of your head, hair falling into his eyes as he looks down at you like you’re the only thing that’s ever mattered to him.
“fuck baby,” he murmurs as he drags the blunt to his lips, takes a slow pull, cheeks hollowing, then leans down so his mouth is barely an inch from yours.
you part your lips on instinct. he exhales the smoke into your mouth, slow and deliberate, watching the way your eyes flutter and your chest rises. when you start to whimper, high, overwhelmed, still trying to adjust to the thick stretch of him inside you, he just shushes you gently.
“shh, shh, i gotcha,” his free hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “breathe f’me, honey. just breathe.”
he’s seated deep already, hasn’t moved much yet, letting you feel every inch. you’re so full it’s almost too much, thighs trembling, fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders. a soft, broken sound slips out of you, “s-steve… ohhh”, barely a word, more air than voice.
he’s patient, rocking the tiniest little circles with his hips, barely pulling out, just enough to remind you he’s there.
“you’re doin’ so good,” he coos, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “takin’ me so fuckin’ pretty. my good girl, yeah?”
the praise hits like the weed, melting your bones. you whine again, higher this time, “please… please, stevie”-and he chuckles low against your throat.
“aw, listen to you. already cryin’ for it.” he finally starts to move, slow drags out until just the tip is inside, then all the way back in, so deep your breath catches every time. “that’s it. feel that? feel how deep i am, baby? stretching this tight little pussy just for me.”
a long, shaky moan spills from your lips, “f-fuck… s’too much… s’good…”, head tipping back into the pillow, eyes half-lidded and glassy. your hips twitch up toward him without permission.
his thrusts stay measured at first, long and rolling, letting you feel every ridge, every vein. but the more you squirm, the more you arch up into him, the harder it gets for him to stay gentle. his control frays. hips snap a little sharper. the wet sound of skin on skin fills the room.
“goddamn,” he groans, dropping his forehead to yours. “you’re so fuckin’ wet. drippin’ down my balls, honey. you love this cock, don’t you? love gettin’ split open by your boyfriend while you’re stoned outa’ your mind.”
you can’t form real sentences anymore, just frantic little nods and a string of slurred, breathy sounds: “y-yes love it-love y-you steve- ahh-please don’t stop” your voice cracks on every other word.
he grins and brings the blunt back to your lips, “take another hit, baby. c’mon. let it make you even dumber for me.”
you inhale, shaky, eyes fluttering shut. a soft, needy whimper escapes around the smoke, “mmph s-so good stevie,” and he pulls it away, stubs it out in the ashtray, then grips your jaw lightly, tilting your face up so you have to look at him.
“there she is,” he murmurs, “my pretty, cockdrunk girl. gonna fuck you so good you forget your own name. just gonna be my good little hole tonight, yeah?”
he punctuates it with a hard, deep thrust that makes your back bow off the mattress. you cry out “oh god s-steve! mhmmhm mhm” nails raking down his back, legs shaking around his waist. he just laughs softly, kissing the tears that slip from the corners of your eyes.
“don’t cry, sweetheart. you’re takin’ it so well. so fuckin’ well.” another punishing stroke, all the way out, all the way in, pelvis grinding against your clit on every hilt. “gonna fill you up soon. gonna pump you so full you’ll be leakin’ me for days. you want that? want me to breed this sweet cunt while you’re high and helpless under me?”
your answer is just a sob, “yesyesyes-please fill me steve” thighs clamping tight around him, incoherent babbling spilling out between gasps: “s’deep… s’big… can’t-can’t think-only you…”
that’s all the permission he needs.
he fucks you harder then, still controlled, still deep, but relentless. whispering the dirtiest things right against your ear the whole time.
“that’s my girl. that’s it. cum for me, baby. cum all over this cock like the perfect little slut you are for me.”
your moans turn desperate and endless, “steve s-steve gonn-o-ohhh fuck gon’ cum pleaseplease” body locking up, trembling violently, “ahh fuck yesyesyes stevie!”
you’re shaking, clenching around him so hard it drags a groan out of him. he buries himself to the hilt and spills inside you with a broken “fuuck baby yeah there w’go” hips stuttering as he fills you up.
he doesn’t pull out, just stays there, kissing you slow and lazy. you’re still whimpering softly against his mouth, slightly twitching, “mm… s’full stevie”
“love you,” he mumbles against your lips, voice wrecked and soft. “so fuckin’ much.”
you smile, dazed, boneless, fingers threading through his hair, voice barely above a whisper. “love you too stevie…”
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