SMOKE U OUT | Jeff, Toby, BEN, Liu & Sully. Vaguely Explicit. 18+
So maybe your boyfriend doesn't do cute dates. You can live with that— nature of the whole 'murderer' thing, isn't it? He makes up for it in one big way— being the reigning champion of a late night in. *CW: Intox.
Jeffrey Woods.
- Jeff's entire room had gone hazy near 15 minutes ago. The window was cracked, bringing in cold air and wheezing out wisps of smoke.
- His fingers, parted only enough to clip a half-smoked joint in between, pressed up against your lips. You didn't really remember how many hits you'd taken. A few off the first joint... And a few off the second... There had been a brief pause, to coat your tongue in the taste of Jeff's, hadn't there? Right. Between joint two and three.
- "That's right, dolly," a voice croaks, when you breathe in deep despite yourself. You know what he's doing. He likes you all buzzed up. All pretty and glossy-eyed and easy. "You just keep takin' what I give you."
- And you would. You'd breathe smoke out in a shudder, as his teeth find your neck and sink in– playfully at first. And then with force. He's pushing you back in bed, and beaming in the light of it when you grab the loose fabric on his shoulders, and pull him right down with you.
- One of Jeff's legs pushes between your own, all the while you wrap your thighs around his hips. You're clingy, when you're stoned beyond reason– and he uses it as a delicious little excuse to drive his hands up your shirt, and watch you squeal when his ice-cold fingertips skirt up your ribcage.
- You're giggling between gasps, until he grabs at your side and your hips pitch forward in reply; and that's when you find yourself pinned between mattress and hard-on, while he seethes through his teeth.
- "You don' mind, right?" He asks, but he's already unbuckling his belt. You hum, dizzy, and let your hands struggle to find the waistband of your pajamas. "Can't fuckin' help myself around you."
Toby Rogers.
- "Are you gonna keef it?"
- "Babe. I'm so keefing it."
- "Awesomeee," you coo, watching your boyfriend twist the old metal top of his grinder. You're both sitting on the back porch, out to smoke from the little glass pipe he swore he'd lost on a mission a few months back. You watch with shiny eyes while he tucks flower into the bowl, and then tops it with a rather generous sprinkling of that potent, green powder.
- Shaky hands bring the mouthpiece up to you, and he's flicking on a zippo with the other.
- "First hit's a-all you, babe," he offers, and you giggle at the way his pupils blow out when he watches you get ready. You breathe in deep, and Toby's terribly happy to watch. That is, until you push the pipe away and instead of breathing it out, your fingernails catch on short-shaven jaw, when you yank him in for a kiss.
- It's not long before he catches up– tongue sliding across bottom lip, an open hand working fingertips up your thigh. It never does take long to rile him right up, and he seems damn near happy to forget all about the bowl in the first place if it means kneading at your inner thigh, until your legs fall apart.
- "Toby–" you start with a gasp, when he gropes at you through buttoned denim. "Toby," you insist further, and he finally disconnects his mouth from your jaw.
- "Wh–what?" He nearly whines, thick brows furrowed as you bring the pipe closer to his face.
- "We're smoking? I'll give you head later."
- And what would you know..? He's just giddy to drain the bowl in one big hit, if he can manage it.
BEN.
- "Ooh, fuck, you're pretty," a cheeky voice snickers out, while you lean down to put your lips to the mouthpiece of a tall, green-tinted waterpipe.
- BEN's got you sat pretty at the foot of his bed, holding the bong in your lap while he leans in from his gaming chair, lighting the bowl up for you. Your eyelashes bat at him while you breathe in, and he lifts the bowl up once you've flooded the chamber with smoke.
- His lighter's tossed aside, somewhere between his mousepad and the stand for his third monitor. He doesn't really care for it now, instead tipping the pipe his direction. You playfully roll your eyes, and bask in the warm feeling in your stomach when you blow smoke at him, and his whole face turns pink.
- "Are you still trying to bait that redditor into fighting with you?" The latest and greatest in Ben's internet 'shitscapades,' as he calls them. He's breathing in deep, and you're watching the way his shoulders rise. "Nu-uh," he breathes out, and it's all smoke.
- "Been playing a lot of Apex lately, though," he continues. Before he can take off on a ramble about the latest updates, though, you're grabbing onto his shirt collar. Tugging him in, and he hums when his lips meet yours. You can nearly taste him smiling, as you lean back– but he doesn't follow you.
- When you part, he's got something troublesome in his eyes, and he stands up to grab a remote– only to set it into your waiting hands.
- "Why don't you play a few rounds, kay? I wanna see you try to focus. I'll only grope you a little."
Liu & Sully Woods.
- "Open your mouth, sweetheart," Liu guided, and he'd smiled when you listened without a second thought. An orange gummy was placed in your mouth, and he'd kissed your forehead. "Just half of what I took, so you should be fine. I'm gonna shower, kay?"
- That was forty-five minutes ago. In present-time, you were sat upright on Liu's bed, elbows perched in the window cill while you (rather blankly, might I add) stared out into the distant trees.
- You reacted six and a half seconds late, to the sound of the bathroom door opening. Liu stepped out in sweatpants and a loose tank, and that was... Enough.
- "I missed you," you blurted out, eager to watch the stitches in his cheeks shift slightly when he'd smile back. "It hit already? Christ."
- He's got almost enough time to sit in bed before you're on top of him, eager to straddle his hips. "I said," you huff, tucking your head underneath his jaw. You find one of those warm spots where his pulse beats heavy, and leave a kiss there. "I missed you."
- "Missed you too," he murmurs and his voice, smooth and low, seems to drop when you begin aptly sucking at that spot. Liu's hands find your hips and squeeze, groaning softly when you push yourself down on him. "But you're all mine, now, aren't you?"
