SOMEWHERE ALONG THE HAZE, a. buttle ࿐ 🧁 ⋆.✧
synopsis a visit from your ex boyfriend leads to something way more.
content 18+ mdni, smut, p in v, unprotected sex ( not condoning! ), making out, established relationship, brief fingering, missionary, mentions of smoking & 2nd hand smoking ( also not condoning irl! ), ig lowk toxic??? ex bf!ab ( also sweet with a side of mean!ab if you squint really hard—! ), praise & degradation and more that i’ll probably end up editing in afterwards 🐰🐰
malia speaks lit my 4th standalone for this freak and its smut againidk if that’s telling LOL <33 anyways i promise the next ab prompt will be somewhat sweet and fluffy trust Xx also pls someone get the joey lynch reference in this or i MIGHT just cry 😐😐
━━━━ YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE been thinking about him. As you made breakfast that day and burnt your finger on the toaster, thinking about his touch.
In the shower when you closed your eyes, you saw his face. Sharp jaw and glassy green eyes the same colour as marble.
You couldn’t even remember the reason as to why you broke up with him ━━━━ and how you could if you still held this much weight because of him.
All you could think about was how incredibly fucked you were for still thinking about your ex of all people.
You sat silently across your bed, trying to keep your focus on the movie that played across your laptop ━━━━ trying not to think about him again, especially when you know your thoughts would only lead to bad things.
But the more you tried, the more you realise that thinking about him was all you had ━━━━ thinking about him was all you’d get.
You sigh out heavily, lifting your leg up to rest your head against before the lights of your room began to flicker, the sound of the switch being toyed with echoing.
You practically almost scream out at the sound of Alfie’s voice, a part of you thinking it was a figment of your needy imagination, until your eyes saw him leaning on the doorframe.
You weren’t at all sure when black beanie hats and casual t-shirts worn over long sleeves became something you were attracted to.
Then again, it was Alfie.
You caught pieces of his hair flip out from underneath the beanie, his arms exposed and showing off his impressive veins that indefinitely made girls ━━━━ including yourself faint.
A premade blunt rolled itself across his pink lips, which you can’t help but zeroed your gaze on as it followed the swift motion before you snapped yourself back into reality. “What are you even doing here? How did you even get in here anyways?”
“Spare key.” he holds the said key up, spinning it across his finger a few times before pocketing it back, using his other free hand to hold the blunt up and perk behind the top of his ear. “And you still haven’t answered my question ━━━━ how come you’re ignoring me?”
“I’m not ignoring you.” Lie #1. You’ve been ignoring him since you’d ended things. “I’ve just been busy.”
“Busy.” Alfie repeats, rolling the roof of his tongue across his upper teeth ━━━━ an action you didn’t at all find attractive until you’d seen him doing it. “Or you just wanted to stay in denial some more and figured avoiding my calls would do you just that.”
A frustrated sound came from your lips at how easily he read you in one go. It was something he’d mastered over the time you two were dating and yet the prospect alone still managed to annoy you, even after you’d broken up.
You tried not to stare as Alfie pulled out what looked like a match from his pocket, lighting the red tip in one swift swipe across the top of his fingers before lighting up the blunt he’d taken from behind his ear and resting the end between his lips.
Hazy white smoke began to roll and fill the air around you both, the burning orange light glowing with subtle intensity as the thick cloud exhales from his lips as he blows through his lips.
You’d always hated the smell of weed and tobacco in general, but tonight it was the complete opposite. All of which had all to do with the man standing before you smoking, sending a wake of shivers down your spine and an aching pressure throbbing between your legs.
“You smoke a blunt yet?” His voice was huskier now ━━━━ his deep timbre not at all helping with the ache right at your core. “Or have you limited yourself to alcohol still.”
“No..” Your voice was breathless compared to before, shifting your legs together as you moved across your bed slowly, closing your laptop. “I haven’t.”
“Hm.” he hums, the blunt still resting between his lips before he slowly moves for you, standing directly in front of you, your eyes following with every step he takes.
“Stand up.” You stand up.
He moves for the bed then, his large hands ghosting your waist as he sits down slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. The moment he’s fully on the bed, he curls one arm behind your back, dragging you down and onto his lap.
“Oh my God, Alfie!” You press my palms into his chest so you could remove yourself from his body, but his arm stays locked around your waist, pressing down so your ass was digging right into his lap and your core was ghosting against his arousal.
“What are you..?” “Shh.” he softly commands and your lips clamp shut together at the order. “When I blow, you open those pretty lips for me, okay baby?”
Once again, you find yourself nodding slowly at the command, the grip he had against each side of your waist loosening, making your hips relax. His hand draws a path up your body, his fingertips grazing against your exposed thighs and raking up your sides as they ghosted over you.
You keep your eyes locked on his while Alfie reaches his hand for behind to grab the back of your neck. He takes a single drag from the blunt in his mouth, holding the smoke inside of his chest and using the leverage he had to pull you closer to his face.
His lips pucker up slowly, a stream of vapor passing them as he blew softly. Your body acts of its own accord, your lips parting just as he’d instructed prior. You somehow notice the close proximity between the two of you ━━━━ so close you could almost picture how the feel of his lips on yours would feel again.
You feel the smoke begin to fill the inside of your mouth up, your lungs stinging from the intrusion as you inhaled until he was done. You hold it in until you can’t any longer, releasing a cloud that wraps around his face like a hazy smoke of fog.
There’s an sudden urge to pull away and cough, but Alfie’s lips are so close to yours, his hand holding you steady like he knows you’ll try to move away from him. A beat passes before he lifts the brown stick back to his lips in a lazy motion.
You both repeat the process a few more times and suddenly, you can’t at all remember why you’d ever thought to leave Alfie for whatever reason you ever did. Not whilst you were still addicted to everything about him ━━━━ the way he felt, the way he looked, the way he smelt.
You could feel yourself envelop back around him. Only this time, you were sure you’d never want to leave again.
You didn’t know if it was from the light buzzing from your head or the sudden intensity building up from within you, but somehow someway, you felt an abrupt burst of confidence, along with your lust begins to chase even more pleasure and before you knows it, you were rocking your hips against Alfie’s crotch, despite his death hold on you as he’d put the still lit blunt back against the shell of his ear.
You lean into his face again, tracing the outline of hips lips with your tongue, causing him to groan. “Reader,” he grits out with clenched teeth. “Either stop that or get fucked.”
You didn’t stop. You grind your hips into him again, trailing your tongue against his lips again ━━━━ just the tiniest taste from him already getting you going.
“I don’t wanna stop, Alfie.” you say, the buzz in your head only growing as you clutch against his shirt. “In fact.. I just really want to kiss you right now.”
You let out another slow breath, somehow grappling onto the last piece of conscious you had left from within. “But we can’t.. I can’t.. we’re not right for one another.”
You feel yourself shiver when you feel his rough palms rub up and down your thighs, his index finger desperately close to heading up the hem of your sheer nightdress. You hadn’t even noticed how much it’d even ridden up your body so high, your ass was practically hanging out.
Not that Alfie seemed to mind or care ━━━━ his large hand giving it a light squeeze, causing your breath to hitch as he leaned in so his lips grazed the shell of your ear.
“I can show you just how right we are for each other.”
You didn’t even get a chance to protest before a loud gasp escapes you from him discovering just how wrong you were with your prior statement. You felt his thumb press against your sensitive bud, smearing at your wetness as he ran lazy circles which made your toes curl and your back arch.
“Still think we’re not right for each other?” Alfie retorts, hissing out a breath when he feels your nails dig through his shirt. “Cause I think we’re fuckin’ perfect, girl.”
Forcefully, he grabs the back of your head again, bringing it down to mould your lips together and practically seal the deal for however long it may last. The feeling of his velvet tongue tangling with yours makes your moan, as well as all your senses just tethering to him.
The room begins to spin, you feel ━━━━ along with Alfie’s hand reaching down to grope at your ass again as your kissed. Using it as leverage, he lifted you slightly and rocked your core against his covered length into your centre again, the addicting friction building up again as butterflies swarm inside your stomach.
“You want me to fuck you, baby?” Alfie teases knowingly once you dropped your hands to work at the zipper of his jeans before he refused the obvious hint ━━━━ or at least he’d known of the hint and he was just being a prick about it..
“Alfie..” you groan out, a part of you hating how needy you sounded right now. “Please..”
“Please what?” His mouth lowers for your neck then, beginning at its assault across your neck and chest, the cool air making goosebumps race across your body as it hits the warm places on your throat where his wet tongue had been. “I’m not doing anything until you tell me what I want to hear now, girl.”
“What do you even want me to say..?” “Tell me you want me back. That you lay in your bed every night, dreaming of me fucking you until you can’t even remember your own name. That you miss me calling you my perfect little slut. Tell me it now, angel.”
The crude admission rubbed you in all the places you never knew you needed. Being degraded and pushed beneath his metaphorical hold on you, while also chasing his approval, wanting to tell him to make him want you just as terribly as you wanted him.
It was all so fucked. And yet, you couldn’t seem to bring yourself to care.
You nod at him eagerly, pressing your mouth onto his for a kiss that felt so much like freefalling. Your heart races from inside your chest, thudding over and over again, you wouldn’t be surprised if it just jumped out of your chest right then and there. “I do.. I do want it.. I want you, Alfie.”
The rest of your sentence doesn’t even make it out from your lips before Alfie had manoeuvred you both so that you laid flat on your back whilst he loomed over your frame.
He throws off his shirt, discarding it across the floor before following suit with his jeans, shrugging them down to reveal his evidently large length, the head already flushed red and dripping with precum.
Your mouth immediately waters at the sight as you stared at his large hand wrap around the shaft, pumping a few strokes in before using his free hand’s pointer and middle finger to rest under your chin and drag it up so that you were looking into his lust filled eyes now.
Only you couldn’t help but clock on the subtle hint of wariness within as well, which was later confirmed by his next set of words.
“Tell me you’re okay with this.”
And it was this exact reason of why you couldn’t keep your heart safe from him. The reason you weren’t able to separate it from this situation, that was your stupid breakup.
Up until now, you probably could have made it just about sex, if you ignored the haze still going on from your smoking sessions together, but not now when he asked you things like this that made you remember why you dated him in the first place.
To remember how he made you feel, not just sexually but romantically as well. He made you feel alive.
And you didn’t want to have that with anyone that wasn’t him anymore.
You lift your hips up then, guiding your entrance for the head of his cock, which grazes against your wet folds ever so slightly, making you whimper in both want and desire before it swiftly switched into a loud moan when you felt him practically impale into you, feeling him in your stomach.
“Fuck!” you practically scream out at the feeling of every inch enter inside of you at such a swift motion ━━━━ like a vise. “Oh God..”
“Not God.” Alfie grunts out, pulling out of you slowly, to then thrust back into full force, making you moan out again. “Just me, angel.”
He pins your arms above your head suddenly, keeping his free one clamped round your waist as he fucks you deeply, the sting having transformed into a delicious stretch as it hit the spot you desperately needed it to. You feel yourself drowning his length with your juices as you roll your hips against his, a low groan rumbling inside his chest, which let you know to continue doing what you were doing.
“Little whore looks so good gettin’ fucked by me,” Alfie mumbles, his voice full of rasp as his low eyes watched you intently before thrusting back up into you, earning yet another breathy moan.
He takes it as an opportunity to rip the sheer dress you were wearing off, throwing it over to where the other clothes were discarded before flicking the blunt from behind the shell of his ear to rest between your lips, letting you take a hit for yourself as he continues to fuck you dirty. It’s all slow motion as you inhale in the smoke, letting the haze glorify this moment even more.
Keeping it in your chest, you tug down at his arm and press your mouth onto his. Kissing him as the smoke passes through both your bodies, you both share more than just vapour and way more than just sex.
You both finish the blunt until it’s out, tossing it onto the floor without a second thought before it’s back to Alfie fucking you raw. You feel your walls clench around him and he lets out a broken moan as sweat beads across his forehead.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” “Alfie..” you pant out, the pressure sitting in your core beginning to feel as though it was about to burst. “I’m going to come.. Make me come, Alf.. please..”
“You wanna come?” Another eager nod from you as you feel him nip against your bottom lip, chasing away the sting with his wet tongue. “Beg me for it, then.”
“Please, please, Alfie.. God, please.”
“I already told you,” His hand grabs for your throat then, squeezing it enough to not completely shut off your airways, but enough to leave your core aching for more. “God doesn’t exist here. Just me.”
You quiver violently, the air taken out of your lungs as euphoria pumps in your veins. All that comes is pleasure thrumming through your body your toes curling as you drift through possibly the best orgasm of your entire life.
Alfie doesn’t stop though ━━━━ instead increasing the speed of his thrusts as he chases after his own release, his fingers delving between your exposed thighs, finding your sent ice clit and immediately adding pressure.
“A-alfie-!” You whimper, your hand shooting down to his wrist and gripping it with dear life to try and prevent him from making your entire body combust right then and there. “N-no, that’s too m-much..”
His fingers don’t stop. Neither do his thrusts, as they grew faster but sloppier ━━━━ his fingers speeding up to match the pace. “You can give me one more, angel. You can.”
You feel your body build up towards another orgasm ━━━━ which didn’t stop you from mewling out a breathy “No..” at the overwhelming pressure throbbing at your core. “Fuck no, I can’t..!”
“You can. And you will because I told you to.”
And contrary to your prior words, you do.
You come again, your second orgasm ripping through you with the force of a hurricane, sucking Alfie in like a vise so snugly,he can barely push back inside of you.
Your cries are strangled as you sink into a euphoric state for the second time. Alfie’s broken growl, mixed with a moan rips from his lungs as he pushes into you farther, staying buried while he empties out his seed entirely in you.
The high from both your orgasm and the haze buzzed from inside your head so much, you don’t even realise or feel Alfie’s fingers gently playing with your hair until you hear him whispering sweet nothings and praise like “Good girl,” and “You did so well for me,” into your ear.
And for the first time since the breakup, you indulge in his sweet words as the sex crazed night passes by.
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