something about stoner!steve teaching you how to smoke 😵💫
you watch as steve expertly rolls up his own joint, you were so dialed in on the way his fingers were moving with practiced ease. you were completely caught off guard when he held up the sticky side of the rolling paper up close to you.
“lick this for me?”
you hesitantly lean in to lick the paper, he then seals the joint.
“thank you, baby.”
steve lights up his joint, and takes a long drag, he tilts his head back and exhales the smoke up in the air. the scent of marijuana fills the room, a soft cloud lingering throughout the more he smokes. you watch him with wide eyes. before steve, you thought smoking, especially weed, was disgusting. a gross habit. but how is it that he can make anything look sexy? curiosity got the better of you.
“steve?”
“yeah, baby?” he responds, his voice tight as hes in the middle of an inhale.
“could i maybe try it?”
a smirk plasters itself on his face, he exhales the smoke. “you sure?”
you nod. he signals for you to come sit on his lap, which you oblige to. one of his arms snake around your body.
“alright, so heres what youre gonna do,” you can feel his hand rub your thigh, like hes trying to soothe any nerves you might have. “its real simple. youre just gonna suck it like its a straw, and then inhale.”
“just like this,” he brings the joint to his lips, takes a slow pull, and inhales before exhaling a thin stream of smoke. “see? pull first, then you inhale.” he repeats the actions once more, exaggerating it just enough for you to follow: pull, inhale, exhale.
“think you got it?”
“i can do it,” you nod, your voice sounds small and nervous.
steve can hear the hesitation in your voice, the last thing he wants to do is push you to do something thats out of your comfort zone. he gives you the opportunity to back out, “you know baby, you dont have to if you want to.”
“no, i do! im just a little nervous.”
he huffs out a small laugh at your honesty. “i know, dont worry. i got you.”
your hand moves to grab the joint, but steve is quick to stop you.
“ah, ah, ah,” he tuts. “pretty girls dont hold their own joints. i got it for you, baby.”
he guides the joint to your lips and watches in awe as your lips wrap around it. his brows furrow in concentration as he watches you, “there you go, pull. nice and easy.”
you do as he says, taking a slow, experimental drag before inhaling. you can feel the smoke hit the back of your throat, harsh and hot, causing a burning sensation in your chest. your face grimaces, and youre quick to exhale, dissolving into a fit of coughs.
“easy, baby,” steve rubs your back, “how was that?”
“gross. and it hurt.”
“yeah?” he grins, “most people dont love it the first time around. ‘s always pretty rough,” steve explains, taking another hit. “you dont have to do it again if you dont wanna.”
“no, no, i do,” you murmur, already leaning towards the joint. steve loves how eager you are.
“alright, this time, maybe try holding it in for a little when you inhale?”
you already knew what to expect this time around, so you felt a little bit more prepared.
“easy,” he reminds you. “no big hits. youre not trying to keep up with me.”
you take a slow drag, allowing yourself to inhale the smoke, holding it momentarily. when you exhaled, you still coughed just enough for it to sting your throat, but it wasnt nearly as bad as last time.
“see? there we go, good job baby. little bit better, right?”
you giggle at his praise, nodding. steve had suggested you wait a little before you try again, just to let you ease into the feeling of it all. in the meantime, he continued to take multiple drags. after a couple of minutes, you didnt even really realize it was happening until you caught yourself staring, well, gawking really, at him for way too long. the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, how his voice sounds so smooth and soft, every aspect of him is way more captivating than it had been just a few moments ago. youve never felt like this before, its like you can feel every molecule in your body and the sensation of his hand on your back suddenly feels a lot more.. prominent? its almost like his palm was melting in your skin.
“you with me?”
steves voice snaps you out of your thoughts.
“uh-huh.”
“okay, ive got an idea. lets try something,” steve says, with a small grin pulling at his mouth, “you trust me?”
“yes,” you nod, “what is it?”
“youll see,” he shrugs, the grin on his face growing. “just let me guide you. your only job is to sit there and look pretty, ‘kay?”
the joint crackles as steve takes another drag, he doesnt inhale, though. he just holds the smoke in his mouth. steve leans in closer to you and your breath catches. he gently grabs your chin, coaxing your lips apart. hes so close to you, his lips are hovering right over yours. steve slowly exhales the smoke into your mouth, you were so mesmerized by him you almost forgot to inhale, but you managed to breathe it all in. steve pulls away, watching you with a dopey grin on his face.
“that is called shotgunning.” he tells you, as he stubs the joint into the ashtray. “its hot, right?”
