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PAIRING - Otoya Eita x Reader WC - 1.3K GENRE - Smut CW - first person fic (not sorry), smoking (weed implied), intox sex, dubcon to be safe, sex... its high sex... SYNOPSIS - smoking with otoya always ends like this.... A/N - someone commit me to a hospital....
I giggled as Eita pulled me into his lap, my legs clumsily straddling his as he situated me hips over his lower thighs.
“C’mon sweets, take another hit,” he twisted the joint in between his lips. I licked my own lips as I watched him suck another breath through the filter before he turned it around, offering it to me.
I didn’t answer him, just made eye contact as I leaned forward. My lips wrapping gently around the end of it and watched him watch me. Filters of smoke floated up between us, coupled with the warm feeling of his breath brushing against my chest. I exhaled my own smoke soon after, the two clouds mixing together in the air.
He gave a lazy smirk when I coughed slightly, and pressed the joint back between his own lips. “Easy now sweets,” Eita chuckled a bit as he inhaled another lungfull of smoke, pulling my head forward towards him.
It wasn’t the first time that my lips had pressed against Eita’s, and it definitely wasn’t the first time that he’d exhaled his breath into my lungs. His lips slotted against mine easily, naturally. I breathed in his smoke slowly, some slipping between the tiny gaps our lips created.
I hummed softly, my eyes falling closed as he cupped the back of my head, keeping my mouth against my own.
He distracted me for a few more seconds, the press of lips that had been for breath turned into true kissing. He was easy with it, pulling my body closer to his as I felt his tongue slip into my mouth.
I gasped slightly when I felt his hips grind up into me. The action and my reaction forced my lips to part from his, smoke exhaling from my mouth. Eita smirked and it took him barely a moment to have his lips right back there again, breathing more smoke into my lungs. I couldn’t help but giggle at the way the smoke felt against the back of my throat.
My mind was already hazy from the influence I’d been under for the past hour. Eita and I had been with friends when we’d begun, but they’d since left, gone home for the evening. Leaving me and Eita alone while smoking… that always ended this way.
Eita’s lips on mine, arm wrapped around my waist, keeping me pressed to his chest as our kiss got sloppier.
He leaned past me, snuffing out the joint on the coffee table and leaving it there. He relaxed back against the back of the couch, bringing me to lean forward with him. His hips bucked up into me as I whined directly into his open mouth.
It was messy, uncalculated and instinctual, as his lips slid easily against mine, saliva on our lips. His tongue licked along my bottom lip again, slipping inside. I was happy to let him control the pace, the drugs making my body willing to submit to his every touch and beckon. I was much too concerned with sliding my clothed core over his bulge, over and over, trying to give both of us the friction I was sure he wanted too.
My focus made my lips lag, and they quickly became too slow-moving for his impatience. I felt his kisses dip lower. Lips gliding against my jaw, teeth nipping at skin. Small noises slipping from my throat as he went.
My head fell back as he moved down to my neck, gasping as he sucked a bit of sensitive skin between his teeth. He worked it between his lips, only satisfied when the skin blossomed another color. He moved on to make another oneness my hips pressed down harder into his.
I could distantly feel the vibration of his groan against my skin. I barely noticed his fingers tugging at the button and zipper of my shorts, my mind only able to focus on one thing at a time.
“Hey, hey,” Eita drawled lazily as he pulled back, tapping at my hips. My head tilted forward, trying to take his expression in. He wasn’t even looking up at me, his eyes focused on where my hips ground against his, over and over again. “Up, clmon, just for a second, c’mon lemme just…” he trailed off, licking his lips as he got distracted by my movements.
I didn’t question him, easing myself up onto my knees and giggling as I toppled to the side a little when he helped drag my shorts and panties down in one movement.
I pulled myself back up and moved myself back up over his lap before he even finished, my shorts still hanging haphazardly off one of my ankles. My hands moved towards the band of his sweats as I caught his lips with mine again. I moaned as I desperately pulled down the top of his sweats and boxers, just enough to pull out his cock.
He hissed against my lips as my hand stroked him messily, smearing precum around his tip as I lifted back onto my knees over him. His hands stayed focused on my hips lifted over his, grip tight with barely-held control.
I dragged the tip of his cock through my soaked folds, trying to tease like he usually did to me. But impatience got the best of him, his hips jerking up, his cock sinking into me easile and without warning. He swallowed my cry and ate the moans that followed as he tugged my hips down further, until he was fully inside of me.
One thing at a time. That’s all my brain could focus on, fog covering everything except the most pertinent feeling.
Currently?
The feeling of how his cock felt pressing against my inner walls, stretching and dragging.
He groaned into my mouth. Mumbling something that resembled a curse of my name as he twitched inside of me. “Just relax, sweets, promise I’ll take care of you,” he mumbled, pulling my arms to wrap around his neck before grabbing my hips again.
I dropped my head again, unable to keep up with his kissing, my face buried against his neck. It was easy for him to move my hips up and down at his own pace, soft, whiny moans from my lips as he moved slowly, deeply, his thrusts stirring at my insides.
I whimpered and rolled a bit of his skin between my teeth, intent on making a mark that matched the one he’d left on my own. He couldn’t care less, he was focused on fucking his cock deep into where my cunt was sucking him in, over and over. His head tossed back against the couch, groans and curses leaving his mouth, eyes squeezed shut. Mumbling about how good I felt, too good for him.
I could feel his jaw clenching as I kissed messily along his neck.
“Fuck, wait, hold on,” he groaned when my hips started to move on their own, craving a quicker pace. It was slope but it was enough for me, his fingers were digging into my skin, broken moans coming from deep in his throat as I whined against his neck.
I could feel his cum fill me up, his length twitching inside, but it didn’t stop me. The broken jerk of both out hips only spurred me on as I chased after my own high. His cum leaking out of my, dripping down my thighs and pooling on his lap with my own juices.
“Sorry, sorry,” I whimpered, my hips still rocking against his as his hands finally caught on to the rhythm, “want more, please more. Feels sooo good,” I panted.
Eita’s curses slurred, spilling easily as his hands forced my hips into a slightly faster pace, his own hips finally moving up to meet mine, fucking up into me harshly. “Yeah, yeah I gotchu,” he groaned, “I’ll give you more.”
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