Intoxication

Author's Note: tfw this was the first written lmao

“Nah sorry, Bea.” Dante leaned back into the sofa, taking a bite of his pizza slice and admiring the long and gooey cheese pull. A pout graced Beatrice’s features. He continued to eat. Silence fell between them even as she continued to stare at her hero. Something between a sigh and an airy laugh escaped the hunter before he looked at her with soft eyes. “You know I don’t smoke.”

“I thought that was just cigarettes?”

He shook his head. “Nah. I don’t really drink either. Unless it's the good stuff.”

Beatrice blinked. Her lips curled into a small ‘o’ when she realized that holy shit, he really didn’t. Every time she brought alcohol over, he never drank it. He just went straight for the cola meant for mixing the cheap rum or whiskey she bought. Was he a responsible adult? No, no he wasn’t. The thought made her snort which made him raise an eyebrow. “Don’t worry about it. Fine. That’s cool. I won’t pressure you or anything... but if you’re curious, well...” She paused to waggle her eyebrows.

It was Dante’s turn to snort. “I’ll keep that in mind, babe.”

Grinning, Beatrice plopped herself next to her idol. Her hips bumped against his before she leaned against him. He huffed and threw an arm around her as he continued to eat his pizza with the other hand. Slowly, his hand snaked its way down to her breast. Lazily, he toyed with her. She swore she could see the smirk on his lips even from this angle. His thumb stroked her nipple. Of course he noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra today. Shakily, she packed her pipe—she really couldn’t be bothered to bring the bong despite wanting to—and brought it to her lips. Sparks of arousal crackled under her skin as her sort-of partner played with her tits. Oh, she had to get back at him for this.

Once her bowl was lit up, she took a long drag. Her throat burned as the hot smoke filled her senses and lungs. A beat passed before she blew everything out. The air was full of that dark, earthy stench that she secretly couldn’t stand. She took another drag. Dante pinched her nipple forcing her to choke. Tears stung at her reddening eyes as she hacked up her lungs. His laughter, normally something that filled her soul with light, filled the room. With a huff, she peeled herself free from his grip. His bottom lip jutted out slightly in a pout at the sudden lack of content.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help...” He blinked as she plopped herself into his lap. Her crotch bumped against his as the pizza dropped onto the floor. His eyebrows knitted together in slight annoyance now that his food was somewhat wasted. “...It.”

Quickly, Beatrice took a hit from the pipe once more. Her hips ground against his which forced a grunt out of the hybrid. Arousal slowly pumped through his veins and pooled between his legs. Slowly but surely, his cock stiffened between their thighs. Even through the fabric of her silky panties, he could feel the heat radiating from her slickening cunt. She was always ready for him. If she wasn’t, it didn’t take long for his apprentice to get ready for him.

“Damn,” he muttered. “They lace that thing with something or are you just that crazy about me?”

Even as her throat burned, Beatrice rolled her eyes. Her hand cradled her idol’s face, her thumb stroking his bottom lip, before she crashed her lips onto his. Smoke poured from her mouth and into his. He coughed as smoke filled his lungs. “B-Bea!”

Grinning, she pulled away just to take another hit and steal another kiss from him. Despite his protests, Dante made no attempt at pulling away or pushing her away. His hands rested on her shapely hips as his own jumped up to grind against hers. Back and forth they rocked against each other in between drags and kisses. Heat pumped through their veins. Slick arousal seeped through black silk and threatened to stain his jeans. Sparks of pleasure crackled from nerve to nerve as they sank deeper and deeper into intoxication.

Panting, Dante stared up at her as if she was the run. His sclera was red as the THC pumped through him. They matched with hers. She smiled as she took one final hit and filled his mouth once more. Through the dry heat that spilled out of their mouths and nostrils, their tongues tangled together. His hands slipped under her poofy skirt to work on pulling out his cock and pushing her panties to the side. It was a slow and clumsy process, one that Beatrice had to help out with, but they managed to get it done.

She lifted herself up, just enough for him to line himself up with her dripping entrance, and dropped herself yet again onto his lap. As her ass clapped against his thighs, an explosion of sensation burned through the two. The tip of his cock kissed her womb as he throbbed heavily against her bare walls. He huffed, muttering something under his breath, as she began to bounce on his raw dick.

Everything felt so slow and yet too fast. It was clumsy and awkward and utterly addictive. Beatrice groaned as she mindlessly rutted against Dante. His hands found themselves on her hips again, aiding her in riding him as he inched closer and closer to sweet release.

Eventually, it all came to a thick and messy end. Her back arched as she clamped tightly around his prick. A gush of juices flooded the small space between them and utterly ruined his jeans, though he didn’t care. The shuddering of her bare walls around him and how he could feel her silently beg for his essence to flood her insides was too much for the hybrid. Biting his lip, Dante gripped tightly onto Beatrice and came. Healthy pink was messily painted a milky white as his cum filled her to the brim.

Keening softly, she flopped against his chest. Her body was still buzzing with arousal and intoxication. Everything felt incredible.

“That... That was pretty good,” he laughed. “Mind doing this again?”

“Fucking duh.”