#he is as high as a fucking kite rn i swear to fuck

[breath-of-fresh-grantaire]

[sleepy-moons]

18+, MDNI!! black fem reader, characters are college aged.

cw: literally high car sex with hitoshi. fwb, drug use (weed), oral (m->f), unprotected sex. mentions of driving while high (big no no kids). ummm i think that’s all? barely proofread so if you see a mistake no u didn’t. enjoy 💗💗

you really need to stop doing this.

it's a tuesday night, and the 5-7 page paper that has been begging for your attention for the past two weeks has finally gained it. you felt like you were on a roll, three pages down with minimal distractions, until you received a message from a certain someone.

what r u doing rn?

you weren't going to answer, wanted to at least get one more page completed before you replied to anyone. but hitoshi's got you wrapped around his fucking finger, and the moment a second message appeared in the corner of your laptop screen (a sign of true betrayal, you think), you're reaching for your phone.

wanna see u. got some 🍃

and thats's how you ended up in the back seat of his car, in the all too familiar abandoned parking lot, all red eyed and giggly. paper long forgotten, you were more focused on the way the scent of weed and Hitoshi's cologne weighed heavily in your lungs, more focused on the way he brought the blunt to his lips, cheeks hollowing as he inhaled. he made it seem effortless, being this attractive. you wanted nothing more than to have his lips on you, nothing more than to have his hand around your throat, leaving nothing but fuzzy thoughts of him in your brain.

you really, truly need to stop doing this.

a thick blanket of white smoke left his parted lips, joining the already foggy atmosphere. he didn’t have to fix his lazy gaze on you to know you were watching his every move, pretty acrylics absentmindedly dragging along his seats as you waited for his attention. he puts the joint in the makeshift ashtray he had on the center console before he spoke.

"c'mere," his voice was lower than normal, a bit raspy from the smoke, and it sent a chill up your spine. you’re quick to shuffle yourself in his lap without much trouble, palms resting on his chest for an added measure of balance.

he’s all slow blinks and languid movements as he brings your palms up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the left, then right, then left again.

“so pretty,” his indigo eyes never left yours as he spoke. “so pretty, just for me.” he knows you like the back of his hand, knows it only takes a few praises before you’re unraveling for him.

“my pretty girl. so glad you came out to see me.” and he knows he’s got you when you’re involuntarily leaning closer to him, soft whines leaving your lips as you drink up his affections.

“kiss, gimme a kiss,” and of course, he’s not gonna tell you no, not when your full lips are pouting like that. he’ll tease you about your neediness later.

his tongue tasted of smoke and cherry—thanks to the flavored candy you brought as a snack—and you welcomed it with an open mouth and soft whimpers. kissing hitoshi always knocked the wind out of you. and even when you tried to pull back to get just a little bit of air in your smoke filled lungs, he’s gripping your jaw, tugging you back to him with a mumbled ‘not done with you yet.’

you swore you were gonna stop doing this. you always promise that it’ll be the last time you leave your apartment, only to come back hours later high as a kite with an equally high hitoshi. you even vowed to take a break from your high escapades with hitoshi, even if only for a few weeks, as you closed your laptop hours before.

and yet, here you are, legs spread just for him in a cramped car, silently hoping that he'd call to see you as early as tomorrow for another night of smoking and fooling around.

“g’na cum, o-oh fuck,” and he hums with your clit in his mouth like he knows, knows you’re gonna cum with the way your pussy is clenching around the three thick fingers he’s already stuffed in you, massaging that spot you swear makes you see stars.

“c’mon princess, cum on my tongue. know i can’t give you what you want unless you do.” and he’s looking up at you with those fucking eyes, purple irises drowning in a faded red, daring you to look away as his expert tongue licks over your puffy clit again.

and you do as he says, never one to disobey hitoshi whether high or sober. the car is filled with muffled 'good girl''s as shinso buries his face impossibly deeper in your pussy, greedily lapping up your sweet slick. your limbs feel heavy, nerves more sensitive with the thc flowing freely through them. you barely notice the purple haired man sitting up, pressing your quivering legs closer to your pretty tits.

your eyes only refocus on him when you feel the tip of his dick catch onto your already sensitive clit.

"don't tell me you're already fucked out, sweetheart?" he's rutting against you, waiting patiently for a response. he could sit all day waiting if he wanted, the patience and resolve of a man who's got absolutely no troubles in the world. you've played this game with him before, laid whimpering as he slowly fucked between your pussy lips, refusing to fuck into you because your high made you a little too stubborn that day.

"toshi," you whined, manicured hand reaching down to give his dick one, two, three slow strokes. "just put it in, I wan' it." you reveled in the way his whole body shuddered, low groan coming deep within his chest.

he's got no reason to refuse you, wouldn't dare think of one in his own fogged up brain. he makes a show of tapping his dick against your dripping cunt before he slowly, finally begins pushing into you.

“big, ‘s so—f-fuck!” and when he starts thumbing at your clit, attempting to make the fit a little easier, you’re done for. your heads thrown back into the seat, nails digging into his flesh as you cum again.

you’re all heart eyes and shaky limbs, begging hitoshi to fuck you through your orgasm and into another. and he obliges, too quick to fuck fully into your spasming walls.

“f-fuck, yeah, gonna ruin this pussy f’r anyone else princess.” He’s fucking into you with earnest now, balls already heavy and slapping against you. “g’na have you dreaming about my dick, yeah?” And you’re nodding with him, car filled with yes yes yes! and the embarrassingly wet sound of skin against skin. his thrusts are calculated even when high, strokes long and precise as he nudges the same gooey spot over and over and fucking over.

your eyebrows are furrowed deep and you can barely keep your eyes from crossing, can’t even keep fat tears from rolling down your cheeks because it just feels too good. before you know it, you’re tumbling headfirst into another orgasm, ripping through you like a match soaked in gasoline.

“cumming—cum, oh my god!” it feels like the wind is being fucked out of you, and you’re not sure how to ground yourself this time, hands going from gripping the seats, to gripping his biceps then resting on his chest, until he brings your hand up to his hair, letting you tug and pull any which way. you decide to pull him down, needing him close, closer, as you ride the wave of your nth orgasm.

he’s still fucking into you, the stamina of a higher being, and you’re not sure you can handle it, not sure you can take another bone shaking orgasm.

“‘s too much, i can’t—!” you sob, and he’s shushing you with gentle kisses along your throat.

“know my baby can give me one more, know my pretty girl can handle it.” that’s all the convincing you need, that and one more sloppy kiss against your worried lips.

he places one more kiss to your wet cheek, then another to your neck before he sits up. “look so good like this, taking my cock like a fucking pro.” his large hands travel up from your tummy to your tits, pinching at your brown nipples for a few moments before he lets his hands reach their final destination; your throat. he knows how much you love the way blood stops flowing to that empty, foggy brain of yours, can tell by the way your droopy eyes instantly light up.

he looks down at where you two are connected, where you’re sucking him in so greedily, and his hips immediately falter. you’ve got his dick covered in creamy white and he swears it’s one of the hottest things he’s seen. he knows he’s gonna cum soon.

“g’na fill you up, just how you like,” he’s tightening the grip on your throat and your legs start to shake again. “gonna really make you mine, swear.” you’re a mess beneath him, babbling and begging for everything he’s promising you give you.

your brain was devoid of coherent thought, yet was full of white hot pleasure and a single word; Hitoshi—just how he liked. before you knew it you were gushing, creaming all over hitoshi’s cock for the last time that night. your cunt was drooling all on his seats, but he didn’t care, too worried about the vice grip you had on his cock. he let go of your pretty throat just to cup your face, gingerly forcing you to look at him. he wanted you to fully take in his sweet praises.

“atta fuckin’ girl! so good, so fucking good for me.” even through you were absolutely faded, you could see the lust, the want, the pure adoration swimming in his eyes as he looked into yours. it was a look that you knew you’d think about a little longer than you should when you’re alone in your apartment, one that has you questioning the relationship you two had.

it didn’t take him long to fill you up as promised, your cunt easily milking him completely dry. he let out the filthiest moans as he fucked his seed deep, deep, deep, never one to keep his voice down when he’s with you, always one to push his seed as close to your womb as possible. you always remember to thank every deity for the invention of birth control.

hitoshi was always sweet with you after the fact, covering you in a thick blanket of soft kisses, gentle caresses and pretty words. he loved the way you’d keen for his touch, more than willing to give you everything you need and more.

it’s routine now, the way he takes care of you before he drives you both to your apartment. he knows how your body runs a bit hot, so he cuts on the a/c. he cracks open a window, smiling at how you always giggle and comment on the smoke seemingly pouring out like a waterfall into the night sky.

“Did we really smoke that much?” you’d smile dopily as he tugged your shorts back on. you didn’t miss the way he pocketed your thin panties.

“enough to put the most famous stoners to shame,” he’d joke, helping you sit up fully. “c’mon, let me get you home.” the moment he said it, your eyes flicked to the half smoked blunt still in the ashtray, then back at him, pretty browns mimicking his purples in the way they both were crowded in a light red.

“let’s stay a little longer, yeah?” you had a devilish smile, one that could pull anyone—especially hitoshi—into absolutely anything. just like you’re wrapped around his finger, he’s around yours tenfold. and so he’s watching you light up again, eyes trained on you as you inhale. he barely gives you time to let the smoke billow past your lips before he’s on you, pulling you into a possessive kiss.

one day you’ll stop doing this. but it won’t be anytime soon.

a/n: it’s finally finished !! was it worth the wait? probably not. but i hope y’all enjoy it nonetheless :)