Wsp mootie, so I thought of the most crack induced idea and I need to tell you it 🥹
So skateboard and reader get high right? They fuck and BOOM accidental breeding because skateboard forgot the condom.
Do we fw this or not twin?
"Nothing left to bleed, you spent all your clarity."
Stoner! Skateboard (Phighting) x Reader
Content Warning(s) : NSFW, AFAB Reader, First Time High, High Sex, Use of Edibles / Weed, Dry Humping, Pussy Job, Penetration, Spitplay, Creampies, Just Porn, 2.6k Words
“How do you know if it kicks in?” You said, half woozy, melting into the soft mattress with your cheek smushed against the sheets.
You couldn’t tell if the dizziness was from the edible you split with him or the blood rushing to your head.
Skateboard only laughed at your question, “Oh you’ll know Sweetheart, you’ll know.”
Spit pooled on your mouth and you had to will yourself to swallow. The front of your head felt numb, like someone had slapped an ice pack to your forehead — an ice pack that weighed 100 tons.
He nudged you, though your nerves were too tingly to feel. You hardly even hear him talking to you, ears full of cotton and eyes clenched shut as you tried to ward away the chill creeping into your body.
If you could fall deeper into the bed you would. Your limbs felt coated in tar, barely moving no matter how much you commanded them to.
“Skateebooarddd,” you drawled, tongue heavy in your mouth, “‘m scared.” Your tone was flat despite your words.
“What are you scared of?” He asked as he crawled into the bed next to you, back against the wall and legs next to your head. “I thought you took these before?”
It took you a minute to process what he said, too focused on the fact you could smell the outside bog and a hint of sweat from his pants. A gurgle rose in the back of your throat, head shaking in denial, “Mhm-nhm.”
His eyes widened ever-so-slightly, a tinge concern in his voice, “Shit, you should’ve told me that,” he paused, squinting in consideration. “You’ll be fine.”
“You don’t sound sure of that,” you snipped back, before you could stop yourself. “What if I die. It’s all gonna be your fault.”
Skateboard laughed at you, waving off your concerns with a chuckled, “You’re not gonna die, you’re just gonna green out.”
He looked down at you, the angle letting you catch a glimpse of his eyes through his overgrown bangs.
You looked like a lost puppy, eyes lidded, mouth open slightly, gaze on his face as if you were trying to memorize every detail. He parted his legs slightly, hand tapping his thigh.
“Come here,” he invited, although with how fast you scrambled to his lap, it might as well have been a command.
A wave of dizziness hit you, making your balance falter and your head crash onto him.
His hands found themselves at your shoulders, pushing you back up and helping you settle down on one of his legs, “Careful love, take it slow.”
You squinted at him, “Do you not feel that?” Your sight swirled around you, head pounding and hands shaking.
The rumble of his chest was more satisfying than you’d like to admit, “I feel it — just not as much as you do.”
You whimpered, planting your face between his pecs and letting out a soft groan. His hoodie, although scented heavily with his sweat, smelled a lot better than his pants did.
The sound of your deep inhales was audible, enough to make the skater flush a little. “Enjoying yourself there?” He joked, making no move to stop you.
You let out a satisfied hum, digging your nose as far as you could. You hardly even noticed that you started to grind onto him, arms wrapped around the small of his waist and trembling slightly, just enough to press your body against his.
“Care-ful,” Skateboard’s voice broke as you curled into him, your warmth heavy on his body.
Your hums sounded more like moans, pitching up an octave at the end and close enough to send a shiver down your spine.
You were too dazed to notice the way your hips rut against his thigh, mindlessly chasing the pleasure as you rambled on in your head, mouth open to speak but nothing coming out but soft sighs.
Each little shift pressed you harder against his tense muscles, which while felt good, it felt almost too good — enough to make him doubt his ability to control himself.
“Hey - calm down, would you?” He rested his arm on your lower back, pressing down to stop your rutting. “You’re . . making it hard to think.”
A high-pitched whine left your lips, “But ‘m scareddd.” You used what little control you had over your body to push against the weak force, rutting against his thigh like your life depended on it.
Pleasure rolled through you like waves, your clit catching just perfectly on the edge of the fabric. Slick collected at your panties, soaking through them and leaving a small damp spot on your pants.
The friction was addicting, taking over your foggy brain and giving you something to focus on. You felt like you were melting, body moving in the single-minded pursuit of more.
As you did, your knee pressed hard against his crotch, slowly waking his cock up until he pressed against and leaked into the fabric of his underwear. He cursed lowly, breath hitching as he felt himself harden.
Fuck, it had been way too long since he last got any action. He was starting to feel the effects of the cannabis too, that lovely familiar haze falling over him and filling his mind with raunchy thoughts.
He couldn’t bring himself to feel bad for it though, not when you were practically asking for it.
“Baby,” he groaned, pleasure coursing through him. “Can you get off of me? Just for a second I promise.”
His tone was so sweet you couldn’t help but falter, eyes flickering up at him and catching his red-flushed face, eyes shaking and lips bitten.
“F-fine,” you slurred, voice frothy with spit you forgot to swallow.
Skateboard practically manhandled you, hands resting on the fat of your hips and flipping you over. Your back hit the soft mattress and half of your air got knocked out of your lungs.
A cough caught in your throat and he apologized softly, using his now freed hands to undo the buckle of his pants, finger stumbling before pulling them down and throwing them to the floor.
He’d pick it up later, right now, he was too focused on pulling his already leaking cock out of his underwear, pressing the tip against your damp shorts.
You raised your hips, pushing past the heavy blanket of fatigue to signal him to take your pants off.
Though rather than grip the hem of them, his hands pushed the fabric to the side, fingers hooking at the wet material and letting them catch the space between your labia and your inner thigh.
You couldn’t bring yourself to care about how the edge dug into your skin, not when Skateboard’s warm cock pressed against your already slick slit, pressing itself between your lower lips and resting there.
He could feel how wet you were, the slick collecting on the bottom of his length, soft lips practically inviting him in.
Likewise, you could feel the pulsing of his cock against your clit, hips bucking up and grinding against it, feeling the warmth slide against you.
He bit his lip, cursing as your eyes fluttered shut and your limbs sprawled out on the bed. As much as you wanted to wrap your arms around his neck and bring him close, you couldn’t bring yourself to move your arms.
All you could do was whine in desperation, pressing your chest upward and hoping that he would notice your desire.
His hips took over your efforts, keeping up your pace and thrusting his cock against you, letting your puffy lips engulf his cock.
Each slide of his throbbing length against your hyper-sensitive clit made you shake, feeling as if all of your nerves had shut down to collect at your pussy.
He leaned down, catching your open lips in a kiss and you could taste the bitter tinge of weed.
His tongue tangled with yours, and before you could choke on your spit you could feel him suck it out of your mouth, pulling away with a string of spit connecting you to his smug smile.
It took you a second to realize what he did, cringing as you spoke, “You are - ngh - so weird.”
He chuckled above you, “But you love it, don’cha?”
The head of his cock caught on your hole, the tip popping in for just a second before pulling out and sliding against your clit.
Your mouth opened in a shaky moan, eyes widening as your breath caught on his name.
Skateboard took the chance to pull you into another kiss, all devouring and consuming. You felt yourself relaxing into it, giving him free will to do whatever he wanted to you.
The man took it in stride, using his long tongue to explore each corner of your mouth and sucking your excess spit into his mouth.
You felt his suck around your tongue one last time before pulling back with a grin, leaving you gasping for air.
Before you could even close your mouth, he parted his lips and let the combined spit dribble back into your mouth, leaving you no other choice but to swallow it unless you wanted to choke.
It was degrading, and if you were in the right state of mind you’d probably be disgusted in both him and yourself. But as you were you could hardly care, too focused on the tingling of your limbs and the building pleasure spreading through your body.
You were sure you were going to cum from this alone, nerves stood on end as he rubbed against your clit.
He wasn’t any better, cock leaking precum all over your pussy, mixing with your slick and leaving a sloppy mess. He knew he should stop, that he should keep it at this before he loses himself and goes any further.
If he was being honest, he was still conscious, way more than you were anyways. The difference in tolerance made him chuckle, the sight of you greening out underneath him so reminiscent of his own first time it made him nostalgic.
Even if he wasn’t high off the weed, his arousal was just as strong — as if, he was no better than you, hips moving on instinct and overcome with the need to fuck.
That animalistic desire muddled his brain, far more than any amount of drugs could.
The next time his cock caught against your hole, he couldn’t stop himself from sliding in, using the lube to bottom out in one swift motion.
Your loose muscles tightened around him, though it wasn’t enough to hurt. He let you a low growl, your constricting walls making him bare his teeth.
“Relax.” He groaned, hand sliding to the back of your neck and holding you up as he caught you in another kiss, this time slow and gentle, trying to coax you to let your guard down.
It worked better than he thought it would, your pussy adjusting to him almost immediately. Your arousal left you pliant, melting into him like putty.
The heat was overwhelming. Sweat prickling at your skin and wicking on your clothes. It was both too much and not enough, mind blanking out as you realized the man could do anything to you and you’d be okay with it.
You trusted him to take care of you — you wouldn’t have agreed to get high with him if you didn’t.
Willing yourself to relax, you breathed out all the air from your lungs, whimpering weakly into the kiss as your muscles untensed and you put all your focus into feeling rather than fighting.
“That’s it,” he cooed as he watched you, parting to let you breathe, “just let me take over.”
He wasted no time to thrust in and out of you, trying to be gentle but not able to stop himself from picking up the pace, moving more on instinct than purpose.
Praises slipped from his mouth almost naturally, “So good for me. Like a little doll.”
His tender tone made you moan, the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls making your stomach twist in desire.
You were going to cum soon, and you didn’t even need to say it. The pulsing of your pussy and the way your moans hitched up in the back of your throat was enough for him to know, hips snapping up faster as he chased his own release.
He wanted to cum with you, limbs tingling with energy and excitement as he got lost in the way your walls gripped him, practically molding into his shape.
It was addicting, almost as much as the drug itself. Hell, right now he felt like he could give it up if it meant he’d get a taste of your pussy everyday.
But then again, there was no harm in having both, mind already trailing off to ‘next time’. If he could even will himself to pull out of you.
Fuck, he cursed to himself. He needed to pull out. The coiling knot in his stomach and the tightening of his balls was a warning, his orgasm imminent.
He knew he had to stop, to part from your terrible additive pussy and cum outside.
But he couldn’t. No matter how many times his brain repeated it he couldn’t bring himself to.
Not that you would notice, too fucked out and focused on the pleasure that dared to consume you, your body falling deeper and deeper into the pit of gratification.
“S-skate-!” Your voice was pitchy and unrecognizable, toes curling and nails digging into the fabric of the sheets as you orgasm rushed into you.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, jaw clenched and teeth grinding as you climaxed.
It was stronger than you’d ever felt, enough to make your tongue press against the back of your teeth until you parted your lips and let it fall from your mouth, opening up to a moan.
The skater wasn’t far to follow, baring his teeth at how tight your pussy got before bottoming out, driving himself as deep into you as he could before curling over and coating your walls in his cum.
You could feel each and every throb of his cock, spurts of warm seed filling out up and leaving you warm and floaty.
Your mind was blank, half conscious as the weed’s effects peaked and sleep lured you in like a wanting lover.
“Skate . . ,” you whimpered weakly, “don’t leave.”
Even through the fog of his orgasm, his mind caught on your words, eyes flickering to your face as he took you in.
Your eyes were closed, still twitching from your orgasm but more relaxed than he had ever seen you.
He couldn’t stop himself from smiling, even as he cock softened inside of you and your cum soaked walls pulsed around him.
“I won’t,” he assured.
Those words were the last thing you needed before exhaustion took over you, your mind blissfully blank and your limbs limp.
He knew it wasn’t long before he followed, and true to his word, he didn’t even bother to pull out before falling to the side, curling around your body and pressing his face to your sweaty shirt,
His refusal to pull out was also partly due to his laziness, not exactly wanting to get up and deal with cleaning up right now.
Part of him knew it’d be annoying to wake up to and that you’d get mad at him for being so careless. But he’d worry about it when it came, that wasn’t a problem for right now.
Still, even as his eyes fluttered shut and his breath evened out to match yours, he couldn’t help but mutter to himself, preparing himself for the foreseeable annoyance.
“Fuckkk, I should’ve used a condom, huh?”
A/N : nghh skateboard i need u im rubbing my buhhhhuuutttt anyways song is girl like me by pink okay bai
