contents: high!steve and high!reader; reader with a vagina; perv!steve; breeding kink ofc!!; he’s kinda obsessed with you hehe 🫶🏻; spit kink woah…; messy secks
when he gets to a certain point of bliss, high!steve has absolutely no self control or shame. he’s suddenly invading your personal space. he’s suddenly throwing his arm around your shoulders like you’re his. he’s suddenly pressing his thigh against yours and staring at you with big, dark eyes.
then he starts confessing.
“you know how much i love it when you wear these? they squeeze your ass so nicely. and your tits — y’know how many times i jerked off to them? can i touch ‘em, baby? want to see them.”
so steve’s palming your tits, under your shirt but over your bra. he kisses your jawline, but never your lips. not yet. his kisses are sloppy and hot and you really should be grossed out but you’re simply too enamored with him to care. your hands are curling themselves into his hair as you moan softly, tugging on the strands.
and then he snaps.
he’s begging to breed you not even five minutes later. throwing your legs over his shoulders, bending you in half, making you feel small. high!steve gets REAL weird with it. tells you to open your mouth and then spits on your tongue. tells you he’s going to make such a mess of you. that he’ll come inside of you over and over until his balls are drained and your pussy’s leaking.
you’re relaxed from the weed and in a trance from his words, but you’re still tight. he bullies his way inside of you, holding your hands beside your head and shushing your cries. you’re so good for him, so beautiful. he told you he would make it fit!!
and when he’s drained, he’ll pull out slowly before fucking his come back inside of you. he’s simply in it for the love of the game now. doesn’t matter if he gets off again. he just wants to play with your slick, sloppy pussy until you’re mindless!!
ahem… may i suggest… k12 + k9 + r4 + w11 … happy 1k i love u diva!!! xoxo han stevenose
you literally could've not told me it was you and i would've known by the prompts you requested alone
contains: MDNI 18+ afab!reader, stoned sex, cock worship, fwb!steve, cum eating (omg), praise (steve receiving)
emma's 1k celebration
You knew going into it what you'd be doing with Steve when he invited you over to his place earlier; it's the same thing you've done every time he's invited you over.
It always starts with a hushed phone call, his voice slow like syrup as he asks if you're busy that night. You always tell him you're not. You always end up being pounded into his mattress for the next two proceeding hours, give or take.
You've never fucked Steve sober, and maybe it's better that way. Something awkward happens? Well, you were stoned. Steve comes embarrassingly quickly? Blame it on the weed!
That's where you find yourself now: two joints of some strain called Kush Cake (?) deep, grinding like horny teenagers over each other's laps.
Suddenly, like a dog with a bone, you're salivating. Like truly, honestly salivating. The thought of Steve's cock in your mouth, being so full of him, what his expression would be as you take him to the hilt; it's all too much to resist. You've never been this eager to give someone head before, it's almost alarming.
Without so much as a word, you're sliding off Steve's lap and settling on the floor at his feet. He's staring down at you, heavy lidded and mesmerized, waiting for your next move. You take the liberty of pulling the tie on his pajama pants, pulling them down his thighs until his dick is out, red and leaking against his stomach.
You can't help but wrap your fingers around the velvety skin, stroking it languidly. You're not sure if Steve's always this vocal, or if it's an effect of the pot, but the noises spilling out of his lips are downright obscene. Breathy moans, whimpers and whining. It spurs you on that much more.
This isn't something you just want to get over with, no. You'll be taking your time tonight.
Leaning in, you press open-mouthed kisses to his ruddy head, wet and sloppy. His hands weave through the strands of your hair, not pushing, just keeping you there; unable to bear the thought of you changing your mind.
"Such a pretty cock, Stevie," you tell him softly, your breath against him making him twitch, sensitive. You continue stroking him even as you lick over his frenulum, the sensation making him jolt. At this rate, you're not even sure he'll last long enough for you to get him in your throat.
It's now or never, you suppose, so you waste no time swallowing him whole. Steve cries out, his fist tightening ever so slightly at the crown of your head. You bob up and down, up and down; a tantalizing rhythm.
Tears well at your eyes from the prodding at your gag reflex, a droplet or two streaking down your cheeks. You peer up at Steve through your wet lashes, relishing in how wrecked he appears.
"Don't look at me like that," he grits, then: "Oh, I'm close. I'm-"
He tries to pull your mouth off of him before he blows his load down your throat, still a gentleman even when he's incapacitated.
But you stay firm in your position, opting to take whatever he has to give you. Doubling your efforts, even.
"Oh god," he whines, it's a beautiful sound. "Gonna come down your fuckin' throat, baby."
And he does. Hot ropes of it fill your mouth, almost choking you, swallowing it down as it comes. It's bitter and sweet and somehow ineffably Steve. What a bitch, you think, even his cum is perfect.
Steve pulls you up by the elbows when he's finished, lays you down beside him, and gets to work; not planning on stopping until you're shaking with writhing beneath him.
high!steve is giving me so many thoughts and feelings like? i always saw him as prep with a dash of jock? not really surprised but like damn also him calling himself daddy!? i think it’s now canon that he has a daddy kink whoops
oh steve def has a daddy kink, i’m just so glad its actual canon now and i can write about it free reign baby!!!!
also we love high!steve in this house, he’s totally everything you are not expecting, and right now all i can picture is steve high in his scoops uniform while dustin is radioing in suzie and next thing you know, steve is rolling down the hill after doubling over in laughter because suzie said dusty buns again
[safety.] sender and receiver experiment together as friends. // [held.] sender intertwines their fingers with receivers while having sex.
Even stoned, Steve notices every little thing about you. Actually, the weed may be helping him hyper-focus on you and your expressions.
He can see your pulse pounding under your ear. He sees the way your eyes twitch ever so slightly while your pussy clenches around him. Eager, but nervous.
You both don’t fuck each other very often.
“Hey,” Steve says softly, pulling out and taking your hands in his. He laces his fingers through yours, squeezing gently once. “We don’t have to.”
“I know,” you whisper. “I want to. I just… I’m anxious.”
“Why?”
You move your face to the side, squeezing his fingers and laughing a little. “You’re just — you’re just so pretty, Steve. Makes me sweat.”
He’s taken aback by this for only a moment, then squeezes your hands a little harder. “So are you. You think I’m not freaking out right now? Hottest person I know under me, so eager for it. I’m blushing. See?”
With the tip of his nose, he tilts your head to look at him. His cheeks are pink, pupils blown, eyes heavily hooded.
You bite back a smile. “You’re so pretty when you blush.”
“Yeah?” he muses. He blissfully forgets that you’re only his friend right now. “You’re prettier. And I’ve got you, yeah? Nice and slow. You say stop and we stop. How’s that sound?”
His thumb brushes against yours, back and forth, your hands pressed gently into the bed.
You nod, eyes full of stars.
“You trust me?”
“More than anyone,” you respond, without hesitation.
Steve stares at you for just a moment longer before pressing his lips to yours.
high!steve and a reader who went to high school together and were maybe in each other’s orbit, but were never quite friends. like they were aware of each other but never really talked one-on-one. but one day Robin or Eddie or whoever has a little mini group house party where they just get crossed (or just high) in the living room and soon everyone goes off to bed except for them.
and alone, high!steve looks at reader with just the biggest, wettest doe eyes you’ve ever seen, and his face is all flushed, and his hair is all messy… and he’s just like sooooo obvious about being really needy and just mumbles out what is effectively a confession of attraction reader’s mentally like, oh I can have fun with this (not maliciously).
so reader kinda toys with babbling steve while they share a final small joint. I just picture needy!high!steve getting on his knees and lays his head on reader’s thigh and she puts the joint in his mouth and it’s so obvious he wants something else in his mouth. and maybe reader impulsively sticks her fingers in steve’s mouth and he cums in his jeans on the spot aghhhh followed by some nasty freaky sticky (but slow and sensual, bc they’re stoned) sex on the couch and/or carpet
gender unspecified reader; reader with a vagina; high!reader; high!steve; oral (reader receiving); needy and pathetic steve!!; trying to be quiet and failing <\3; steve coming in his pants obvs!!!
this inspired me so much…. anon you’re a genius.
he’s sitting a little too close to you on the couch. like he would throw himself on you at any given moment, if you’d let him. he stares intently at you while you both talk about nothing, minds fuzzy. the only thing you’re really thinking about is how pretty this man in front of you is.
steve scoots in a little closer, his thigh pressed against yours. and he looks pathetic. his cheeks and eyes pink, a sheen of sweat on his forehead, his hair a mess. a complete difference from what he looked like when he walked in — a confident casanova, pulling everyone in the room towards him. including you.
in the low light, a single candle lit on the coffee table in front of you, you know he’s needy.
you completely forget what you were saying. he’s still staring, and you stare back.
“what’s wrong?” you ask him softly.
“nothin’. just looking at you.”
you grin, coy. “for what reason?”
his pupils are blown. “you’re really pretty.”
you grin. “you really think so?”
he nods. looks like a lost puppy. nervously, he places his hand on your thigh. you look at it for a moment before looking back up at his face. steve’s eager, begging with his eyes.
you tilt your head forward. “do you need something, steve?”
you swear you hear him whimper. “just — uh, i just want to be close to you.”
“yeah?”
he nods.
your smile turns a little evil. “use your big boy words.”
“please,” he rushes out.
you hum. “how about you sit between my legs? i think that’ll keep us close.”
but steve doesn’t sit. he kneels, facing your cunt.
the tension feels electric, the air in the room thick. slowly, you spread your legs. steve rests his cheek on your thigh, looking up at you, practically pouting.
you reach down to run your hand through his hair. he sighs, his hands resting on the back of your calves.
“i think you’re pretty, too,” you say gently. “especially when you’re on your knees like this.”
steve groans, sliding his hands up to the back of your knees.
you run your thumb down the gentle, straight slope of his nose before running it over his lips. steve’s hips buck and he sucks in a breath, his grip on your legs tightening.
“when was the last time you’ve been this close to someone?”
he swallows. “a while.”
experimentally, you use the tip of your thumb to tug at his bottom lip. gently, hardly enough to make him pout. but he wraps his lips around your thumb, his tongue swirling around it.
you’re speechless.
he’s desperate.
it takes you a minute to get the words out. “what do you want, steve?”
he doesn’t break eye contact while he runs his hands up and up your thighs. he rests them just short of your pussy. you’re only in pajama shorts; his hands send goosebumps prickling across your legs. he’s warm and soft, his thumbs gently caressing the stretch marks on your thighs. and he’s still sucking on your thumb.
you let his silence slide this time. “my pussy?”
he nods, then pulls off of your thumb just enough to say, “can i taste you, please?”
your breath hitches. his tongue swirls, lips sucking at your finger, and your cunt pulses.
you nod, hooded eyes blinking slowly. “yeah. yeah, steve, go ahead.”
he drags your shorts and underwear down your legs slowly, like he’s savoring it. he doesn’t seem so worried about anyone walking in. it’s clear he’s only thinking about your pussy, and it makes you lightheaded. you suppose the weed makes him focus. or maybe he just really likes this.
you, on the other hand, are breathing shallowly. “we have to be quiet.”
steve smiles at you, wrapping his arms around the underside of your legs. “we’ll try, yeah?”
he pulls you towards him, your ass hanging off the cushin under you. you gasp, and gently use your foot to push the table away, the candle still burning. you wonder if you should tell him to blow it out, but then he’s kissing your inner thighs.
you inhale sharply, feeling his hot breath on your cunt. you tangle your fingers in his hair again and he moans softly, his tongue flicking out against your sensitive skin. everything feels so good, your entire body buzzing inside and out. you roll your hips involuntarily, seeking out his mouth.
he mumbles something you can’t hear, and then presses a kiss to your pussy. you sigh, hand tugging his hair just a bit. with a groan, he licks a stripe up your folds, his own hips rolling forward.
gently, he runs his tongue up and down, teasing. presses a kiss to your clit, his eyes dark and never leaving yours.
you swallow. “good — it feels so good, steve.”
his eyes roll back into his head. you moan again at the sight alone - but then his lips suck at your bud and you have to slap your free hand over your mouth.
“don’t you dare make me stop,” he pants, voice low and quiet. like a possessive dog defending his toy. “quiet.”
you nod, biting your tongue and keeping your hand over your mouth just in case. he’s only teasing and it has your legs shaking. you can’t imagine what it’ll be like when he actually gets going.
his tongue is messy against you in the best way. like a sloppy make out session. he’s making love to your pussy, worshipping it, not leaving anything undiscovered. he breathes heavily against you, but hardly ever stops long enough to get some air.
his tongue gently dips into you. you gasp, your back arching into him. he continues greedily, nudging his nose against your clit.
“good boy,” you whimper, removing your hand for just a second.
steve shivers and finally pulls away, unhooking his arms and bringing his thumb to your clit to keep you stimulated.
“wanna be,” he whispers. “wanna be your good boy, please let me be.”
“oh my god,” you gasp, hips bucking. “such a sweetheart, holy shit.”
“you taste so good,” he babbles. “so good, honey, can’t even believe it. knew it would though, baby, could tell from how gorgeous you are.”
your skin prickles, stomach tightening. “keep talking.”
“wanted —“ he swallows hard. “i wanted to have you the moment i saw you today. wanted you to myself.”
you clench around nothing, tears pricking at your eyes. you feel so good. he sounds so good.
“oh, let me help,” he says, genuinely eager to do so.
a finger slides into you and you bite down on your tongue while your hips stutter.
“want to see you come,” he whimpers. “bet you’re so beautiful when you do.”
you roll your hips on his finger. it takes a moment for another to enter you, stretching you out.
“you’re so tight,” he says softly, amazed. he looks up at you with his lips slightly parted. “let me stretch you out, please? please, please, please.”
you pull him towards you, fingers tangled in his strands. you kiss him, hot and rough, and he gasps and groans into your mouth, fucking himself against the couch with his fingers reaching deep inside of you.
“did you just come?” you pant, licking his bottom lip.
he nods. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, i wasn’t — i wasn’t ex-expecting —“
you kiss him again, pulling him close, rocking on his fingers again. “that’s so hot,” you moan. “so goddamn needy, steve.”
reader with a vagina; no pronouns/gendered language used for reader; high!steve
high!steve who is so insatiable that it’s actually kind of mind blowing. touchy, clingy, needy high!steve who’s heady and dizzy and all he wants to think about is your pretty pussy. and also maybe fuck it. or kiss it. whatever you’d let him do! actually, he doesn’t even need your underwear off! he’ll just make out with your weeping cunt through the damp cotton until you’re crying and tugging his hair. he doesn’t even pull your underwear down - just dips his tongue under the crotch and starts flicking your under-stimulated clit. and guess what? he comes in his pants, too!
and of course he has to steal your ruined underwear, so that he can suck them until there’s nothing left for them to give while fisting his cock to the thought of you later 🫶🏻
high steve being nearly unable to control himself when he slides his fingers into you because he's been teasing you for so long and your pussy is sooooooooo wet from him and the weed. he gets knuckle deep into you and his cock throbs just feeling how warm and tight and soaked you are 🫠
oh this is SOOOO best friend steve coded. you mentioned, while the weed made you ramble on and on, that you couldn’t find your g-spot. and you had tried and tried! maybe if your fingers were a little longer you’d be able to reach it :(
and steve’s like “oh didn’t you hear? i’m a pro at finding g-spots.”
and for some reason this is considered Normal to you both because he’s just trying to help. he’ll just find it for you and then that’s it!
but then he’s got you in his lap, his middle finger buried inside of you. and you’re so fucking wet, and you’re squirming a little, and he hears your breath hitching, getting shallow. he finds the spot quickly, of course, and massages it slightly with the pad of his finger.
you clench down around him, a broken moan forcing its way past your lips.
“yeah?” he asks softly, lips tickling your ear. “there?”
you whimper and nod.
he’s so hard it hurts. every little pulse and clench of your pussy makes his cock throb more and more. he could come in his pants, easy.
steve curls his finger. you arch, your hands instinctively gripping his hair. with a hiss, he curls his finger again, gently coaxing it.
“steve,” you shudder, eyes squeezed shut.
he’s so gentle with you. “mhm?”
you whimper again, rocking you hips ever so slightly.
he’s a sweetheart, helps you think through your lust. “you want me to keep going?”
“yes,” you breathe, now fisting at his shirt resting on his shoulder blades.
steve brings his free hand to your hip to steady you while you spread your legs wide for him, his heavy shaft leaking pitifully in his sweats :(
cockwarming high!steve 😵💫 sitting on his lap while you both try not to whine and whimper 😵💫 being too stoned to realize that you’re both starting to move 😵💫 steve thrusting his hips lazily upwards into your tight wet heat while you gently rock on him 😵💫 and you only last twenty minutes before you’re fucking each other, steve fucking his cock inside of you each time you roll your hips 😵💫 mumbling nonsense into each others ears and kissing sloppily 😵💫 feeling his cum drip out of you and onto his balls 😵💫 steve looking up at you, still so needy, begging you to give it another chance 😵💫 you both insisting you can do it without fucking each other even though you both know it’s a lie 😵💫😵💫😵💫
