TWS:⚠️
theyre both high and smoking weed as they fuck, degrading plus praise, word slurring, pre-requited consent, use of the word daddy, skeppy edging bad on, dominance switching between the two a lot, both swearing, use of tongue, biting, slight hinting of blood, both super horny, edging, toys, teasing, bondage, slight choking, and much more!
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~Skeppys POV~
"Ugh baby.. Pass the blunt would you??" I whine. "Come get it yourself darling." Bad flirts back.
I lean over, across the couch to where I'm on all fours face to face with him.
I look down and notice his bulge, quickly looking up and seeing his red as hell eyes. Mine probably the exact same.
He takes the blunt rolled up between his pointer and middle finger, reaching it up above his head so high that I can't reach.
It's like he's just begging for me to climb into his lap.
I take the bait however, sitting down directly on that bulge I saw previously.
Our eyes are half-lidded and suddenly everythings funny.
"Oh pleaseee? I want some moreeeee!!" I whine again, playfully reaching up for it, half actually trying to get it, half not.
"Be a good boy.. and push down a-a little more.." He grunts out, his lips curving into a shit eating grin.
I listen, and he brings the blunt to my lips, I take a hit and blow it into his face.
"God you feel fucking goooooddd..." I half moan. "And you feel hot." He says, the last word half slurred.
"Let's k-keep this going shall we baby?" I reply, before holding it away from myself and kissing him sloppily.
Our lips wetly tangling together awkwardly but lustfully, making every thing disappear.
"Mmh-mmph.. Ngh- ah~" I whimper as we continue to make out like the horny teens we once were.
I can taste the weed on his lips, and it makes me want to taste him even more.
I pull away, my body shaking and yearning for more. "Oh my god, please please please just-" bad cuts my off by taking a hit and kissing me again.
Blowing the smoke into my mouth.
He pulls off and I cough, strangely I find it hot.
And strangely, I feel really submissive.
Sadly, we run out of weed in our roll, so he puts it down on the end table next to the couch.
"Aww, that sucks doesn't it baby?" He coos as he lifts me out of his lap and pushes me onto my back on the couch.
"Part your fucking legs f-for me." He says, trying to be dominant with a shaky voice. Still works, as I listen.
"Good boy." He praises.
"Roll me another one please.." I beg. "Now now, use my name."
