#drunk au

[fanficsofuconnswbb]

Pull over now

Description: Kayleigh knows kk becomes very possessive when she’s drunk, but here she is finding herself dragging kk out of Ted’s to go back to the dorm and sleep. Well… at least that’s what she thinks.

KK and Kayleigh stumbled out of the bar, KK's arm wrapped around Kayleigh's waist, her eyes already locked onto her, a wicked gleam in her gaze. Kayleigh, the designated driver, helped KK into the passenger seat of their old, beat-up Honda Civic, buckling her in before sliding into the driver's seat.

As they pulled out of the parking lot, KK's hand found Kayleigh's thigh, her fingers tracing idle patterns on her skin. Kayleigh's breath hitched, her eyes flicking to KK, then back to the road.

"KK, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice soft and tentative. KK's hand moved higher, her fingers slipping under the hem of Kayleigh's skirt, making her gasp.

"I'm doing whatever I want, Kay," KK replied, her voice low and dangerous. "You're mine, remember? I can do whatever I want with you."

Kayleigh's breath hitched again, her hips jerking slightly as KK's fingers found their way to her panties, slipping inside, finding her wet and ready. Kayleigh's hands tightened on the steering wheel, her eyes flicking to KK, then back to the road.

"KK, we can't do this while I'm driving," she said, her voice shaking. KK's fingers moved in a slow, steady rhythm, her thumb pressing against Kayleigh's clit, making her jerk and twitch in response.

"Why not, baby?" KK taunted, her voice low and sultry. "You're already driving like a little old lady. Might as well give you something to focus on."

Kayleigh moaned, her hips moving of their own accord, chasing KK's touch. KK's fingers moved faster, her touch becoming more insistent, pushing Kayleigh closer and closer to the edge. Kayleigh's breath came in ragged gasps, her body tensing, her hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white.

"Please, KK," she begged, her voice shaking. "I can't... I can't focus... I need to pull over..."

KK's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, her fingers moving faster, her touch becoming brutal. "No," she growled. "You're going to cum for me, Kay. Right here, right now. And you're going to keep driving."

Kayleigh's body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her, her cries filling the car. KK didn't let up, her fingers continuing to move, drawing out her release, pushing her past the point of pleasure into a dark, twisted ecstasy. Kayleigh's body twitched and jerked, her cries turning into pleas for mercy.

"Fuck, KK, please," she begged, her voice hoarse from screaming. The car was filled with the sound of her cries, the smell of her pleasure, the fog of her breath on the windows. KK's fingers finally slowed, then stopped, but only for a moment.

She unbuckled her seatbelt, her hands moving to her own jeans, unbuttoning them, pushing them down, her fingers slipping inside, finding her own release. Kayleigh's body jerked again, her cries turning into pleas for KK to stop, but KK was relentless, her fingers moving in time with her own, drawing out her own release, pushing her past the point of pleasure into a dark, twisted ecstasy.

As they drove, the car filled with the sound of their ragged breathing, the smell of their pleasure, the fog of their breath on the windows. Kayleigh's hands shook on the steering wheel, her body trembling, her eyes filled with tears of pleasure and exhaustion. Finally, after what felt like hours, KK's fingers slowed, then stopped.

She pulled her hand out of her pants, her eyes meeting Kayleigh's, soft and satisfied. "That's my good girl," she whispered, her voice filled with possession. "You're mine, Kay. All mine. Pull over here."

Kayleigh, barely able to focus, pulled the car over to the side of the road, parking in a small, deserted dirt lot. KK unbuckled her seatbelt, then Kayleigh's, pushing her seat back as far as it would go. She climbed onto Kayleigh, straddling her hips, her hands moving to her own jeans, pushing them down, her fingers finding her own release.

"Now, it's my turn to ride, baby," she growled, her voice low and dangerous. And as she began to move, her hips grinding against Kayleigh, her fingers finding their way inside her, Kayleigh knew that she was truly and completely KK's.

[theladyofdeath]

Nesta comes home drunk and horny, but Cassian just puts her to bed. 🖤

Warnings: language, drunkeness A/N: Thank you for the prompt! Enjoy. :)

Cassian was lying on the couch with five minutes left in the season finale of Vikings Valhalla when the front door burst open and Nesta ungracefully stepped across the threshold.

He'd had a peaceful night at home alone, which he rarely had, and he knew Nesta would be pissed that he started...and finished...the new season without her, but he was hoping her sisters got her too drunk to notice.

Which it seemed they did.

She tried to close the door twice before succeeding as Cassian paused the show and looked at his wife, suppressing his grin. "Hey, sweetheart."

Nesta yelped, nearly jumping a foot in the air as if she hadn't even noticed he was laying there in plain sight. She started laughing as she dropped her purse and keys on the floor. "H-hi. I thought you'd be sleeping."

Supposing it was after one, Cassian shook his head. "Can't sleep when you're not here. I thought I'd wait up."

She looked up at him and frowned. "You can't sleep without me? That's...that's so sweet. You're so sweet."

Cassian pushed himself off the couch as he shook his head. "You've passed sassy drunk and have made it to sappy drunk, which means your morning is going to be hell. Come on. Bed time."

"I don't wanna," she whined, kicking off her shoes and dropping her coat on top of her bag. "I wanna...let's have a glass of wine."

"Let's go to bed."

"Can we drink wine in bed?" she asked, just as he stopped in front of her and kissed her forehead. "Shit, you're tall."

Cassian, unable to help himself, laughed. "And you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk." Her brows furrowed as she crossed her arms. "You're an ass."

"Yeah, yeah." He held out his hand. "Come on."

With a dramatic sigh, Nesta took her husband's hand and let him drag her down the hall, through the master bedroom and into their bathroom.

After starting the hot water, he dropped a towel outside the shower door and said, "Get in. Be quick. I'm gonna get you a glass of water."

He thought she mumbled something along the lines of okay, dad as he shut the door behind him and made his way to the kitchen. After filling up a glass of water, he made sure that the house was locked up before returning to their bedroom. The water was still running and he could hear Nesta fumbling around, so he settled himself on the bed and put her water on her nightstand.

He was starting to doze off when the water finally turned off, and a moment later, Nesta entered the bedroom, hair dripping wet and gloriously nude.

Cassian raised a brow, even as his eyes scanned her body. "Didn't feel like drying off?"

She hiccuped as she fell onto the bed and started crawling towards him. "I did dry off, you ass."

"Doesn't look like it," he mumbled, and she straddled his waist. He kept his hands behind his head and crossed his ankles.

Nesta wasn't as modest. She ran her hands down his chest before trying to slip them up his shirt. "Let's make...fuck. Let's fuck."

"We only drunk fuck when we're both drunk and I, unfortunately, am one hundred percent sober." He took her hands and kissed each of her palms. "Get a brush. I'll brush your hair."

Nesta frowned. "You don't find me attractive anymore?"

Cassian sighed, unsure of how she got that from what he'd just said. "You're gorgeous. And I love the fact that your boobs are in my face right now, but it's late and your breath smells like you inhaled half the bar."

Nesta's frown deepened as her hips began to rock, grinding into him beneath his sweatpants. "Pleeeaaaaase. Real quick, then I promise...bed."

Each of her words were slurred and Cassian couldn't wait to remind her in the morning of this very moment. With a sigh, Cassian took Nesta by the hips and rolled her over. She clung to him, legs wrapping around his waist, but Cassian only gave her a quick kiss then pushed himself off the bed and made his way to her dresser. He took out a pair of panties and one of her nightshirts, and tossed them onto the bed, where Nesta was yawning.

After going to fetch a brush, he came back and helped her dress before starting to brush her hair. As he worked the brush, her eyes closed and she sighed, contentedly.

"Cass," she whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I don't feel so good." The words were barely audible and she swayed, falling back against Cassian. He set the brush aside before wrapping his arms around her and leaning back against the pillows with her nestled between his legs.

"Get some rest," he whispered, and kissed the top of her head as he ran his fingers through her hair, again and again. It was only a minute before her breathing evened out and she was sound asleep against his chest.

After turning off the lamp on the nightstand, Cassian pulled them both beneath the blankets and wrapped his body around hers. She snuggled into him without a thought, snoring softly.

Cassian was almost asleep when he remembered that he never finished the damn season finale.

Maybe he'd rewatch the whole thing tomorrow while Nesta nursed a killer hangover.

[tsukuyomii45]

ok here’s a fun hypothetical scenario.

Obito and Rin are still best friends, but they ended up having… You know :]

It happened either when they got drunk, or in a vulnerable/heat of the moment type of situation where they gave in to their lust of each other. Or maybe Rin got jealous and lost control of herself lol. You pick…

What would happen in the aftermath? I been watching to much Romcom :)

The morning after would literally just be the two of them staring up at the ceiling, trying to come to terms that they just fucked intensely while drunk or because they were so lost into their lust (them being drunk and waking up the next day sounds funnier to me, lmao)

Obito would like, have an arm over his head trying to ease the pounding headache of his racing thoughts while Rin would just be staring in shock.

After a very long awkward silence, Rin would be the one to speak up first. "So...this is uh... this is...new."

Obito would respond, "Yeah. New is the right word."

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

More awkward silence - then Rin would ask if he regrets it, but Obito would respond that he'd only regret it if she did, before he gets up to grab some water and maybe a painkiller.

Rin would then begin to search her thoughts and feelings and wonder if she feels any sort of regret for sleeping with Obito, but when she turned her head and saw that stunning muscular back of his - she thought maybe this isn't so bad after all. xD

[auideas]

"You're totally blitzed -- what's even the alcohol content in that?" "Zero," they grumbled, pointing at the discarded bottle. "It's empty."

The Never Book

[imstilljuly]

Faberry Month Day 3

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Day 3: Drunk AU

rated: T

relationship: rachel berry/quinn fabray

words: 1316

chapters: 1/1

[tbzhours]

stay sober

hyunjae x you, college au, fluff

[summary] hyunjae thinks he isn’t drunk but...he really is [warning] intoxication, alcohol [words] 1k  [a/n] this makes me wanna take care of him :(

You arrived late to a small party that some of Hyunjae’s friends arranged, which happened once a week but the location was always based on a rock-paper-scissor game the day before the party. Because they were so loud in the cafe they regularly go to, they got banned and did the game at the park instead. Good thing this time, it was at Hyunjae’s place. He had a few roommates who were part of the weekly game but considering that it was a Friday, you knew they were going to get more lit than Hyunjae.

You greeted a few of his friends by the door, slipping by quickly to check on your boyfriend, just in case he got way too lit. The music wasn’t too loud and there weren’t a lot of people, which was great. You could almost easily spot him in the room when you found him on the couch. Guessing from all of the bottles on the table and his loud laugh across the room, you just shook your head. 

“Hyunjae?” 

“O-oh, you’re here.” He blushed, gulping because he was really thirsty. He smiled either way, as if you had gotten more attractive, or maybe that he was expecting you to come.

“Why are you drinking so much? You know how much you can’t take.” You frowned after sitting down beside him. You quickly waved at Juyeon from across the table before turning back to Hyunjae. 

“What are you talking about?” He pointed his chin at you. “We’re the o-only ones that are sober right now. Jus-just look at them.” Hyunjae squinted at some of his friends with his ducky lips and a shot glass in his hand in front of him. You almost rolled your eyes and wondered if he was hearing himself. 

You took his glass as he flinched at the movement, blinking a few times. You poured some alcohol into your glass and took a shot, hissing afterwards. You glared at him back with the bubbles still lingering in your throat because you knew how low his tolerance was. “Hyunjae, are you even listening to yourself?” 

“Yeah, I can hear myself even if I cover them.” He argued as he covered his ears with his hands and shut his eyes. His lips were perking at you still. 

Well, at least he could tell you’re his lover. You sighed and watched him slowly open his eyes. 

“Hyunjae, are you done here?” You placed a hand onto his rosy cheek, noticing how warm they were, then you rubbed your thumb softly over his skin. You sneaked a smile and messed up his hair afterwards and turned away to gather the things on the table, preparing to take him to his room since he wasn’t in such a sober state. 

Hyunjae placed his hand far beside your thigh, his arms crossing over your chest as he leaned in close to you, almost in a seducing way, as if he only wanted your attention. He gazed into your eyes, your features actually. It was something he’d always do when he wanted something. His lips parted and it made you hold your breath from the tension burning up your face. Your eyebrows slightly furrowed at him before he tilted his head and pressed his lips onto your neck. 

You could feel his wet lips sucking lightly, a shiver running through your upper body. Your eyes were closed and you were still holding your breath when he pressed harder but it became sloppy when he almost fell onto you with his hand slipping at your thigh. He held onto the cushion tightly and pulled back just a little so he could feel your heat. You gazed into his eyes and wondered what he was up to. 

His soft eyes seemed so intense that you couldn’t look away, and somehow, you could feel he was telling you something, or that maybe he wanted to say something. So you let the noises around the room play in your head as your hand held tightly onto the cushion you were sitting on. 

Then all of a sudden, he laughed. It was a hard yet soft stuffed breath crumbling down his nose from his funny smile. He was so drunk that he probably didn’t see how annoyed you look right then. If you could knock his head with your knuckles, you wouldn’t mind really knocking him out. 

But as your eyes stayed stuck at him, you couldn’t help notice how he barely opened his eyes when his lips parted to giggle it out. It was like a whisper that you just wanted him to keep playing with you, but right before you could say his name, he fell onto your lap. 

“...Hyunjae?” A second went by and you shut your eyes. Great. 

Juyeon was laughing from across the table. He was probably the only friend that was sober. You glanced up at him when he confessed, “He’s so cute like that.” 

You shook your head at him with a smile, mouthing a “you’re no help” back. Juyeon laughed again before you peeked over your lap to check on Hyunjae, poking his cheeks to wake him up but he was fast asleep. You sighed and leaned back, running your fingers through his hair softly a few times. 

At least you won’t get to hear him embarrass himself, like telling the bus driver “good morning” at 6pm when he tried to get to your place after getting drunk from what you didn’t remember. You chuckled at the thought as he didn’t wake from your tender touch. 

You smiled close to him as you caressed the soft strains of his hair. Maybe you’d let him sleep on your lap for a bit before waking him up so he could rest properly since you knew he’d have a big hangover tomorrow morning, but there was also a lingering thought in your mind as you hoped he wouldn’t find any of his sleeping photos hidden in your phone.

[obsessedwithtodoroki]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Happy Valentines Day

[dailyau]

“I’ve been madly in love with you for years but I said something terrible when I was drunk and now you won’t even look at me and no one will tell me what I said” AU

-(anon)