intensity you’ve never experienced before
older boyfriend!john price x younger girlfriend!reader
summary: you smoke a blunt with your boyfriend
masterlist!
wet mist filled the morning air, birds chirping from their sanctuary in the trees. your boyfriend sat in his signature spot, an old rocking chair he purchased from some yard sale years ago, it creaking every time he leaned back and forth.
he sat with his legs manspread, large, meaty thighs covering every inch of the seat, wife beater tank top hanging around his torso, his hairy arms bulging from the sleeves. he sat back in the wooden chair, watching his beautiful doll water her flowers, something he did every morning.
you had a strict routine when it came to your garden, watering your precious babies plants twice a day— once in the morning, damn near the crack of dawn, and another time before dinner, “they can’t go any later than 7:30 pm, mr. price! they deserve to eat too!”
no matter how much your old man complained, groaning, “do we have to?” or “m’ can’t. ‘s too early, sweet pea,” rolling over in bed, wrapping a huge arm around your little body, trying to trap your frame next to his, he would always get up, accompanying you in anything you needed. even retired from his military days, the ex-captain would still wake at ungodly hours, being with a pretty, young thing like you, he often stayed awake for ungodly hours too.
you looked so cute, frizzy, bed-head hair rested over your shoulders, a thin tank top shielding your perky nipples matched with a pair of your favorite micro shorts, your plump ass peeking from the bottoms leading to your plush thighs. you had on your baby blue rain boots too— the ones mr. price bought for you in town! it’s been raining a lot lately, so the man knew the rubber shoes would be perfect for you. the rain boots also showed to be helpful for combatting the dew that inevitably formed on the grass in his yard during the summer mornings.
you made it a habit to slide on the baby blue rain boots anytime you stepped outside to garden, really anytime you had to step outside. it has been raining a lot lately!
john watched you neatly circle the garden hose around your tiny arm, placing it onto the ground beside of you when it was all stacked up. “atta’ girl!” you heard him shout, a blush crossing your cheeks, “i’ll put tha’ up for ya later,” he motions his fingers next, “c’mere when yer finished, yeah?” you nodded, “yes, mr. price!”
completing the rest of your tasks, you slipped off your gardening gloves, setting them on the table beside your boyfriend’s ash tray, plopping yourself in his lap next.
john smoked cigarettes religiously, occasionally rolling blunts when he felt like it, this morning being one of those times, “wan’ ya to smoke this with me, hon’.”
your boyfriend made eye contact with you, the older man putting the blunt between his lips. grabbing his lighter with your hands, you brought the flame to the tip, watching the weed burn with the flicker.
he takes a long inhale, blunt hanging from his lips like a cigarette, one grizzly arm moving around your lower back, hand lightly kneading the swell of your ass.
he kept his eyes on yours, watching how you glanced down to his lips. his other hand went to remove the blunt, smoke swallowing your bodies when he exhaled, the cannabis air leaving his nostrils and mouth.
you thought mr. price always looked hot whenever he smoked, insanely infatuated with how the brute could blow the smoke out his nose and mouth! doesn’t that hurt?! john knew you liked him doing the action too, part of the reason he did it now.
he takes another inhale, hand patting your ass, “kiss me, sweet pea.”
promptly obeying your boyfriend, your lips move to his, a small moan escaping you when you felt his gruff hand squeeze your ass. john wasted no time, taking the opportunity to blow the smoke into your mouth. “inhale,” he commands, pulling away from you.
he watches you breathe in his second-hand air, a satisfied smirk crossing his features when you started coughing it out, “so pretty.”
bringing the blunt to his lips, “again, doll,” he states plainly. kissing you in his succeeding actions, his hand slithered from your ass, up your torso to grasp a boob, eliciting another moan from you.
he moved to toy with your nipple, slumping back to observe you. his cock was hardening at the sight, his beautiful girl coughing up smoke, sexy eyes reddening from the high setting in, eyebrows pinching together from his groping— god, you were so ravishing.
you were a lightweight, anyone who saw you could tell that, your boyfriend doing nothing to help “up” your tolerance. you knew you were only allowed to smoke and drink around john anyways, so you never felt like you were missing out on anything crazy.
“m-mr. price-” he listened to you cough out, “my t-throat is burning!” another lengthy drag, palm gently slapping your tit, “oh!” “jus’ a little more, baby,” he places the blunt in the ash tray, fingers wrapping around your throat next, “get ova’ ‘ere.”
kissing your lips, he forces the smoke down your throat, despite your pain, wanting his little girl to feel all the effects. “well look at ya,” he says impressed, “can blow it outta’ yer nose now?” he teasingly finishes.
you’d started coughing so much, the smoke began leaving your nose, the burning sensation a thousand times worse than the one in your throat.
your eyes snapped open, tears starting in the corners and eventually rolling down your puffy cheeks when your coughing worsened, “n-no, sir,” you hiccuped, “didn’t mean to, a-and it hurts even more.”
john dropped your throat, the vibration from your wheezing against his hand going straight to his dick, causing it to harden more. he transported the blunt back to his lips, hands gripping your waist, lifting you to straddle yourself over his lap now.
his massive hands clutched your hips, guiding you to grind against his clothed cock. seeing you all choked up, sobbing for him— oh it just made the older brute so horny, “let me help ya with tha’.”
he moves his fingers to your lips, prying your mouth open for him, forcing the digits in. price’s large fingers remain inside, brushing the velvety walls of your cheek. he spits into your mouth next, the man keening at the sight. spitting into your mouth again and removing his fingers, “swallow.”
you digested every drop, desperate for any ounce of relief and to please mr. price. “good fucking girl, hon’. yer bein’ such a good girl.”
you watched him smoke more, the blunt slowly fading into a roach. your hips were working quick, urgently needing to reach your orgasm. your mind was in a daze, thoughts all jumbled from your high. your small body felt like it was buzzing on top of your boyfriend’s bigger one, sensitive to anything he decided to do to you. mr. price barely even had to touch you to get you off! you were such a blessing to the older man!
deciding to increase his teasing antics, “ya have ‘til i finish this blunt to cum. if ya don’, guess yer jus’ gonna be unsatisfied,” he shrugs, puffing the smoke onto your pretty face. “yes, sir,” you huffed out.
what an adorable sight to witness, john just loved how you never argued with him.
so you both sat there, blunt suspending from your boyfriend’s lips, your tiny hands clutching his shoulders for support, “i’m close, mr. price.” additional smoke surrounds your forms, “ya got permission, sweet pea.”
you didn’t need to hear more, a loud moan departing you as you came, unraveling in john’s lap, marveling at his hands tightly clenching your body.
you were shaking on top of him, your orgasm ripping through you with an intensity you’ve never experienced before.
as if mr. price could read your mind, “feels different ‘cause yer high, hon’.” you slowly nodding your head in understanding, “want to do it again, sir!”