STONER!CALEB teaches you how to smoke and suck him off
cw. dubcon, recreational dr*g use, bsf!caleb is a lil mean, oral (m.receiving), some size/humiliation kink, throat training, v light impact play, facial — mdni 18+
the room reeks of a pungent aroma that comes from the joint that lays abandoned in the ashtray on his nightstand. the sounds of your coughing fits have been replaced by your melodic gags. caleb, your best friend, stands against his bed, you on your knees before him with your mouth stretched open to take the cock that thrusts in and out of your throat. it’s not… exactly what you thought would come of asking your best friend to teach you how to smoke, but you’re not complaining.
not like you actually can with his fat length occupying all the space in your mouth.
your fingers claw at his thighs as you finally pull away, breathless and wrecked—spit and drool slipping past your lips as you choke on air.
he coos softly, lashes heavy as his eyes flutter open. “aww, c’mon, baby,” he murmurs. “you can take it, can’t you?”
the words echo something from just twenty minutes earlier—when you’d taken your first drag of the joint he rolled, all nerves and inexperience. the way the smoke hit your lungs too hard, how you spluttered and coughed, eyes watering. just like this. just like having your mouth wrapped around him, overwhelmed by his weight and heat.
he’d laughed then—lazy, fond and devastatingly cute. “you can take it, pips, can’t you?” the drawl of it had gone straight to your core, molten and slow. and when you coughed again, throat burning from the weed, his laughter only deepened, warm and teasing, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.
caleb made it easier for you. he took the joint from your hands and murmured, “c’mere—come closer.”
you did as you were told, scooting closer to him. you watched in awe, hypnotized by the way he brought the joint to his lips, inhaled, and held it there. his free thumb pulled at your plush bottom lip, and he parted your mouth as he leaned in.
your eyes widened in shock, a soft whimper slipping out when he blew a thick puff of smoke into your mouth, his lips a single millimeter away from yours.
“breathe it in,” he whispered. and you did—there was nothing you wouldn’t do when caleb talked to you like that. nothing you wouldn’t do for caleb in general.
“‘n out f’me.”
you blew the smoke out and watched the white puff fan across his pretty face.
“gooood girl,” he murmured, and his tone made your stomach tighten. the thumb resting on your bottom lip tugged gently at the muscle, and for a moment you thought he was going to kiss you—but instead, he spoke softly, “it’s easy once you get the hang of it, yeah?”
when you nodded dumbly, he pulled back and brought the joint to his lips again, inhaling before letting the smoke drift into the air, secretly wishing it had been in your mouth instead. he continued to guide you after that, watching your intake, teaching you how to take small, careful hits since you weren’t used to it yet.
and once you got the hang of it—he’d been right. it was easy. you were both out of your minds, somewhere far, far away from earth. your eyes had fallen closed, but his… his stayed on you. he watched every small movement you made, his gaze constantly drifting back to your lips. he scooted closer, and his thumb found your mouth again.
“hmm?” you hummed lazily.
the sound made something in him tighten. he couldn’t help himself—his thumb slipped past your lips, and your eyes flew open as wide as they could in your hazy state. still, instinct took over. you wrapped your lips around his digit and sucked, slow and thoughtless, like it was the joint all over again.
“lemme show you how to do something else…” he whispered, a gentle yet predatory glimmer shining in his high eyes.
and now you’re here. your bloodshot eyes peer up at him and he watches as the tears spill down your face. he looks hazy to you, partially because of your current cognitive state and partially because of the tears on your lash line. “ca-caleb,” you slur out, dragging out the vowels in his name . “‘s too big—too much.”
he just chuckles, “yeah? it’s too big?” he asks, a hint of condescension in his voice and you feel pathetic for the way it makes butterflies in your stomach erupt. “poor baby doesn’t know how to smoke or suck dick…” he jokes, voice cooing.
“caleb,” you pout. “you’re being mean…”
“you haven’t even seen me mean, pips,” he murmurs, the words honest and low—because you haven’t. you’ve never met caleb’s true self, never touched the depth of what coils inside him. you don’t even know half of what he feels for you, and that’s the most dangerous part. “open your mouth—i’ll teach you how to suck me off, too. that’s what friends are for right?”
the lopsided grin on his droopy face does nothing to soften the blow of his words. your pussy twitches needily as arousal soaks right through your underwear and begins to sodden your shorts.
you open your mouth and he laces his fingers through your hair, pushing you right on to his throbbing length. he moans prettily when your lips successfully meets the base of his cock. he holds you there for a second—or five—feeling your throat constrict around him. when he pulls you back you’re fully crying, strings of saliva connecting you to his spit soaked cock.
“so fuckin’ pretty,” he chokes out, his grip in your hair tightening. “look at you, just so pretty like this—all for me, hm?”
you feel the weight of his hands guiding your head, slow and insistent. your limbs are heavy—heavier than they should be—your body humming as the weed sinks deeper into your bloodstream, blood thrumming hot beneath your skin. but the ache that usually lives in your pussy is sharper now, need curling tighter in your belly.
you want him on your tongue again. badly.
you slip from his grasp, your hand closing around his thick length as you draw him back to your mouth, lips parting around just the tip. your hips rock aimlessly and without thought, chasing friction—chasing relief—slick and desperate against nothing at all. your moans turn soft and broken around him, little whimpers that send a jolt through his body, and he throbs hard against your tongue in response.
“god, you feel s-so good, pips.” he whimpers and your cunt gushes another wave of arousal. it only encourages you to take him further. you drop your hand and take him deeper into your mouth. you ignore the way your throat pushes him out, gagging in favor of releasing him. anything to hear the clipped moans coming from your best friend's mouth. “shit—ugh, baby—baby, please.”
you gag again and again, fighting for control, forcing yourself to breathe through your nose until caleb yanks you off him by your hair. your scalp burns at the sudden pull—you’re coughing hard, chest heaving as you gasp for air. tears sting your eyes while he pumps himself furiously just inches from your face, the sight dizzying and all too overwhelming.
“gonna cum, pretty girl,” he grunts, the sound torn from somewhere deep in his chest all raw and strained. he slaps his cock against your cheek and you let off a desperate moan, “open wide.”
you stick your tongue out and patiently await for his load, your body wound tight, aching for him.
he throws his head back and moans your name loud enough that there’s an echo that rattles your entire body. then come the ribbons of cum, thick and hot and almost never ending as they dress your face, missing your mouth completely. his entire body shakes like crazy as his orgasm rocks him.
he’s breathless when his eyes finally crack open, and there you are—pretty, wrecked and painted like you’ve stepped straight out of one of the countless dreams he’s had about you.
his cock doesn’t soften. if anything, the sight of you high and covered in cum makes him harder. his breathing turns rough as his hand closes around your chin, forcing your gaze up. a low, almost manic chuckle slips from him when he sees the hunger still burning in your eyes. carnal desire behind hazy eyes.
“you’re a quick learner, pips.” he whispers, grip tightening in a way that makes you whimper. “what do ya say you teach me how to make you feel good now? or should i roll another joint first?”
kit says… HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FUCKING BABY @stonedxia. i adore u to the moon and back—you always have my back when i need u and i just lobe you so so much. ur one of my favorite people on this earth and i pray u never ever go bald and that happiness and caleb find u in every lifetime. i hope u have an amazing day!! pls cum over and cum on me <3 p.s. i really hope u like this i am genuinely so terrified…. it’s not my finest work but i made it longer than usual just 4 u
i’m v proud of u— now share w/ the class, what was the thought 👂🏽?????
OK IM GONNA CONTINUE OFF THE THOUGHTS I HAD HERE
cw: weed
you and jean continuing to have smoke sessions and he gets pissed seeing you answer the door in one of your ex’s old hoodies….it pisses him off so bad that when he makes his high purchases when youre asleep in his lap he’s buying two of every hoodie he likes so that you have one and throws the retched thing away when his packages arrive in the mail
i was really high a couple of weeks ago and the laugh they play in the middle of feel good inc scared me so bad i had to turn it off and put on a comedy podcast
