cigarettes after sex // pieck finger x reader
— content includes: pieck finger x f!reader. modern au. mildly suggestive (brief descriptions of morning sex). cigarette use. barely proofread lol.
daylight peeks through the curtains, piercing your eyes with a slight burn. you bury your face into your pillow, the scent of cigarettes and perfume drowning your senses. a groan escapes your lips as you pray for the sun's momentary retreat into the shadows. the blinding light is an unfortunate reminder of the grueling day you have ahead of you.
the bed shifts beside you, the smell of tobacco growing stronger. you flinch when something cold touches your bare shoulder, but upon realizing the familiar softness it carries, your body relaxes. you smile against your pillow as your beloved's fingers draw circles on your skin.
amid the silence, she speaks up, "good morning, love."
you respond with a hum, biting back a whine when you no longer feel her touch. with all the strength you can muster, you push your body upwards with your free arm to flip onto your back. now in a much better position, you spot the half-burnt cigarette cushioned between her two fingers.
"h-have..." your voice comes out rough, but you clear your throat. "have you been awake this whole time, pieck?"
"mhm, since 3 o'clock. it's fine, darling. i usually wake up before the sun rises, anyway," she says before taking a whiff of her cigarette.
her head turns to her left, careful not to overwhelm you with the smell. you watch her release the smoke out of her mouth, forming a cloud mid-air. pieck fans it away from you both. she mutters a quiet apology, but you shrug. you're used to it as a smoker yourself.
once she meets your eyes again, you lightly scold her, "we went to bed at midnight. you should've tried to get some sleep, maybe two or three hours at least."
her hand dives into your unruly hair, combing through the strands. "y'know i have a hard time falling back to sleep once interrupted," she whispers. a smirk then adorns her swollen lips. "if only someone didn't wake me up in the middle of the night, pleading for my fingers and tongue down there..."
heat rises to your cheeks, and you look away in an attempt to hide your embarrassment, but it only reveals what you're feeling. "s-stop it. i was desperate."
pieck chuckles. "told me you had a dream about me going down on you. said you wanted the real thing."
"pieck!" you slap pieck's thigh under the comforter that covers you both. she merely laughs at you, and you swear you can feel steam exiting your ears. "you wanted me as much as i wanted you!"
she settles down a few seconds later. despite having half a cigarette left, pieck drops it on your bedside ashtray, extinguishing its small flame. she moves towards you, the blanket concealing her chest sliding off of her. you can't help admiring the hickeys on her pale skin and her black lace bra, blatant reminders of when she plunged her fingers deep inside you hours ago. her hair cascades into soft waves as she inches closer and closer.
you raise your head from the pillow, allowing her arm to slot into the space behind your neck and pull you into a warm embrace. pieck sighs when you turn to your side and lay your head on her chest. the comforter that once engulfed you whole is now entangled between your legs, exposing your bare chest to the cold. your girlfriend notices your shivering and pulls the thick blanket back up to protect you both from the freezing air.
"i know i'm hot and all, but please dress me up after ravishing me. you know i can't think straight when you're done with me," you joke, basking in the heat radiating from her skin.
pieck giggles. "love, i was going to. but when i tried putting on your shirt, you got angry and told me to let you sleep." her chin rests on top of your head, one hand still lost in your hair. "i got your panties and shorts on, at least. now let me sleep, baby."
your brows furrow. though you want to stay in this position with your lover forever, the bills can't pay themselves. "don't you have work today? porco's gonna be mad if you run late again."
"look at the time, my love."
her and her damn pet names, never failing to set your heart aflutter. your eyes search for your digital clock, which you find on the floor rather than its usual spot. the discovery triggers a memory from earlier: pieck working wonders with her tongue against your folds as your arms flailed around, knocking the clock off the bedside table.
damn, you two had so much fun.
you shake your head and check the small, neon red numbers on the screen. 5:05, it reads. you feel the butterflies inside your stomach going into a frenzy. this leaves you an hour of much-needed affection with pieck.
"see? more than enough time," she mumbles, exhaustion taking over her already groggy voice.
"not enough, but i'll take it," you say.
her lips brush against your forehead, and you can smell the faint scent of cigarettes and mint candy from her breath. an idea pops inside your head. physically and emotionally incapable of abandoning her warmth, you stretch your arm as far as it can, grabbing your phone on the bedside table. you squint as you unlock it and scroll through your various playlists, finally finding exactly what you're looking for.
now playing...
Sweet • Cigarettes After Sex
"Go to sleep, my love," Pieck whispers as she tightens her embrace around your body. "I'll wake you up, and you'll still be in my arms by then."
And so, you drift back to dreamland, knowing that everything you've ever dreamed of is already right next to you.
just finished chapter 44 of okay, bambi, and to say that i'm unwell is an understatement. pieck in OB highkey pmo, so i had to write a fluff piece to remind myself that i absolutely adore her. hope you enjoyed! <3
xoxo, elle