Elliot and reader playing truth or dare and it turns SMUTTYYYYY??Just getting high and nasty together <3
warnings: unprotected sex, weed, elli himself lol
a/n: gahh idk if this is worth looking at but I loved this request sm
It was 4 o’clock on a thursday, and you were hanging out at Elliot’s. It was just the two of you.
The stereo was playing in the background, The kiss of Venus by Paul McCartney setting a groovy vibe, complimented with the dim yellow lights. You sucked the end of the joint, the air thick and cloudy with the sick-sweet scent of weed. Your legs were stretched out on the floor as you leaned against his bed, bopping your head to the rythm of the song. Cool air hit the back of your head as Elliot opened the window, inviting the crisp twilight night into the room. The bed dipped as he lay back down, his head right next to yours, so close you felt the tickle of his shaggy, bleached logs. You passed him the joint, closing your eyes for a brief moment. His voice broke your train of thought, making warmth sizzle in your chest.
“Truth or dare?” He asked softly, turning his head to you, puppy eyes looking up at you with a slurred curiosity. You furrowed your brows with a small smile.
“Truth,”you replied, lifting your eyebrows at him in anticipation. He scrunched his face in thought, pursing his lips. You couldn’t help the way your smile widened and your eyes studies his features closely, one of your hands coming up to card through his curls quickly.
“What’s your biggest insecurity?” He then asked, eyes glazing over your expression. Not the type of question you had expected, and you raked your brain for a place to begin. “Like the whole thing,” you snicker, gesturing to your spread out body. “-or how fucking much I talk” you chuckle bitterly “sometimes I feel like I just need to shut the fuck up,” he huffs while watching you cringe at how pathetic your own words sounded as they came out.
He flipped over to his stomach on the bed, leaning up on his elbows and tilting his head down to look at you in soft disbelief.
“You-“ he began, closing his eyes in confusion. You huffed in amusement at his dramatic reaction even though you don’t know what he’s thinking. “No.” He then said, eyes still closed and his head shaking in denial.
“No?” You asked confused, a smile still playing on your lips. How did he manage to look so adorable and dangerous at the same time?
“No you don’t need to shut the fuck up. Ever, please. And you’re fuckin’ pretty you know that. Like- like all of you,” he takes a long drag of the joint, holding it loosely between his thumb and index finger, having no idea the effect his words were having on you.
The warmth his voices caused you managed to spread to the top of your head, a rouge blush seeping into your skin. “Stop.” You hate how shaky and unsure your voice sounds. His compliments always sounds like it’s nothing but you store them away for later, always.
“Nah I’m fucking serious. You’re, you know… you.” He shrugs, a faint smile on his lips as if that explained it all. His eyes were glistening, big and soft sloped.
‘Truth or dare?’ You countered, not sure how to even respond to his words. You could smell him, and see every little detail of his face. It made something stir in you, wild and feverish and desperate.
“Dare.” he looked down at you from the bed, handing you the joint without breaking eye contact.
The words were out your mouth before you got to properly think it through, and your entire body tensed in fear. Why the fuck in the hell did you have to say that. He’s gonna hate you, it’s gonna be so awkward. All the thoughts were running through your head at inferior speed, your heart thrumming so loudly you were sure he could hear it.
He took the joint from you again, twisting back to put it on the nightstand, before turning back to you torturously slow. His head tilted subtly to the right as his eyes scanned you to check if you were being serious. Your insides were twisting, your mind screaming to run but you managed not to waver on the outside, you think.
“That what you want?” He asked, voice low and smooth, looking at you from beneath his brows. You didn’t know if it was a trick question. If you were supposed to say ‘of course not, I was kidding’ or if he was being genuine.
You hummed in response, nodding maybe a tad to eagerly at him with big eyes. He snickered at your response, an unfamiliar excitement suddenly rushing through his body. He shrugged it off as nothing.
“Come up here” he patted the bed, and you almost gasped. You were doing this.
You sat up, suddenly noticing your shaky hands and weak knees. “Don’t be nervous. You dared me right? Dared me to fuck you.” His eyebrows raised as he stated the obvious, licking his plumb lips.
“Yeah. Yeah I dared you. It’s you who ‘shouldn’t be nervous.’” You say playfully, eyes flickering to his lips, the lines of his neck, his round nose and big eyes.
‘Oh I’m not’ he muttered all the while leaning forward. His lips pressed to yours, tasting of weed and that stupid mint gum. It was warm, and he inhaled in want, hand grasping at your waist.
You had kissed people before of course, but it had never felt like this. It had been your girlfriends for fun or boys at parties. It had never been someone who you -you just realised- actually, genuinely fucking liked. You never understood why people enjoyed it before now. Now you wanted it. You wanted his lips and his tongue and his taste all the same, all the time. It was such a new sensation that you froze for a moment. He pulled back to look at you but you felt withdrawals from his absence and quickly pulled him back, lifting your leg to straddle him, hands pulling him as close as possible. You whined into it, his tongue slipping in to your mouth. He invaded all your senses and you felt more high from him than the weed. His hands found your waist again, dragging you to him. He managed to also drag your clothed cunt over him, making a rush of adrenaline spike through your body.
You moved in tact with him, bodies grinding against each other in a feverish manner. His lips sucked the skin of your collarbone and jaw before pulling up your t shirt. Discarding it to the floor, he kissed down your cleavage, burying his face in your skin, licking every part he can. You tug on his short curls, pushing your chest into him and dragging yourself over his hard cock, confined in his cargo pants. Everything was so heated and desperate, and he smiled at the little whimpers the friction was emitting from you. His arms came around your middle and flipped you back on the mattress before enclosing your body in his completely. He leaned away unwillingly as you both discarded your clothes as fast as possible. You were left in your underwear though, too insecure to bare yourself completely for him.
He leaned down, kissing down to your navel, switching to licking down to your panties. Shivers erupted over your skin at the feeling of his hot tongue on your skin, and your thighs clenched around his figure as he moved to rest between them. He planted a soft kiss to your clit outside of your panties, making you gasp softly.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, thumbing over your pussy. You hum at his compliment, feeling warmth spread in your chest again. “Fuck me, please” you beg, eyes big and watery. He cursed at the way you look at him, a need surging through him. He hovers above you again, leaning in to kiss you slowly, sensually. He leans to the side, letting his soft and plush lips move against yours. “Off,” he mutters, and you strip yourself of the rest of your clothes without thought. Your blood was running hot, your legs hugging his trim waist to pull him in.
You feel the head of his cock run through your folds. He was so hard and so needy, breathing out heavily at the feeling of you welcoming him. He slowly slipped in, his mouth hovering over yours and those big brown eyes studying your reaction closely.
“Oh,” you moan out with a shaky voice, hands wrapping around his back, grasping at his muscles in pleasure. There was a slight sting, but his thumb found your clit, and Elliot let out a high pitched moan when you clenched around him. Quickly it was all pleasure, and the thought of it being Elliot that was inside you made your muscles tighten up, your head thrown back and back arched, pressing yourself into this toned chest. “F-fuuuuckk” he moaned lowly, his face in the crook of your neck, his body moving in tact with yours.
It was so wet and warm and tight. One of his hands came to grasp at your tits, his mouth sucking on one of your nipples harshly. The sharp sensation made you whine and push yourself into his mouth, hand raking through his hair to keep him there. He let out a satisfied hmmph at your action and continued to lathe his tongue over your sensitive peak. “You’re so fucking good Elli”
“Yeah?” He gasped out, hips smacking against yours, mouth open. “Yeah.” You kiss him eagerly, before putting your hands on his shoulders and pushing him to his back. He grunts out in surprise without removing his lips from yours.
“Wanna ride you,” you whisper, placing your hands on his toned chest to bounce on him. The feeling of him inside you sent electric shocks through your entire nerve system and a ragged sound tore from you.
“Jesus Christ you’re fucking perfect,” he stated, brows furrowed and a blissed out look on his face. His hands dragged from your waist to your thighs, mesmerised by watching you take control. “So good at that” he says with a tight voice, taught like a bowstring about to snap.
“I’m-“ you gasp out, looking him in the eye with a desperate look. One of his hands leave your thigh to rub your clit harshly. “Mmngh fuck” you moan, eyes rolling back in your head, mouth wide open in a silent scream as you cum, tightening repeatedly around him while rubbing yourself across his skin.
“shit” he grips your waist tightly, bucking up into you as you grow tighter and tighter. “Fuck m’gonna cum” his hips press deeply into yours, making you cramp around him again. “Cum on me” you whisper above his lips, and he flips you again, pulling out and finishing on your stomach with a moan, brows stitched together and eyes big with lust. One of his hands is pressing into your waist in pleasure.
He collapses next to you, a hand over his stomach before looking over you with a teasing smile.
“I think I really like this game.”
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