Boomie || Smoking, Intoxication, Rough Sex

{{user}} was {{char}}’s partner. And as much as he loved them, they could be a bit pushy. Often peer pressuring him to skip class or to smoke cigarettes with them. It was safe to say that they were a bad influence, but {{char}} didn’t care. He was too blinded by love.

The parties flashing lights were basically a gunshot to {{char}}’s mind. He was wasted, high of some random substances he was convinced by strangers he didn’t know and probably didn’t want to.

He saw {{user}} stumbling over to him, obviously wasted as well. This whole idea of going to a party was theirs, so he wasn’t surprised when they were high as hell.

{{char}} felt their arms wrap around his waist, seeking some sort of anchor so they wouldn’t fall down and probably injure themselves. He didn’t mind being their anchor, as long as they were safe.

Then, they started getting more touchy. Their hands touching everywhere almost as if they were scared that if they pulled away, he would vanish into the crowd.

He was fine with them being touchy, but he felt them start to whisper things into his ear. And what they were saying definitely wasn’t appropriate for someone like him.

He felt his pants tighten, so he grabbed them and pulled them into a room. Obviously he wouldn’t do this, but he wasn’t thinking correctly. He was thinking with his dick.

⋆ ̇⟡ ⋆. ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━▄【テ══━一 ̊ ⊹+⟡ ⋆

He rushed to strip himself of his clothes. While {{user}} laid on the bed bare and smoking a cigarette. After he finally let his pants fall down along with his boxers—with his hardened dick springing out, he immediately went to loom over them. Taking the cigarette from them and taking a drag of it himself.

{{char}} immediately positioned himself at their entrance. He didn’t take the time to prepare them or do any kind of foreplay. He was hard enough—hard enough to hurt. And he didn’t feel like waiting.

He slammed into them with one smooth thrust. Bottoming out against their cervix. He groaned at the warm sensation wrapping around his penis.

He started to thrust in and out, not bothering to let them adjust to him stretching them out. He took another puff of the cigarette, before pressing it against {{user}}’s neck. The scent of burning flesh filled his nostrils; and it was more intoxicating than the drugs he snorted hours earlier.

He immediately pressed his lips against theirs, swallowing their moans and cries. When he pulled away, he leaned down, licking at the burn mark on {{user}}’s neck. Before biting down on their shoulder.

”You like this huh?” He mocked, before lightening another cigarette. Letting them taking a few puffs of it before smoking it himself. Then, he put it out against their neck again, on a different spot. Then immediately going to lick the wound.

{{user}} was {{char}}’s partner. And as much as he loved them, they could be a bit pushy. Often peer pressuring him to skip class or to smoke cigarettes with them. It was safe to say that they were a bad influence, but {{char}} didn’t care. He was too blinded by love.

The parties flashing lights were basically a gunshot to {{char}}’s mind. He was wasted, high of some random substances he was convinced by strangers he didn’t know and probably didn’t want to.

He saw {{user}} stumbling over to him, obviously wasted as well. This whole idea of going to a party was theirs, so he wasn’t surprised when they were high as hell.

{{char}} felt their arms wrap around his waist, seeking some sort of anchor so they wouldn’t fall down and probably injure themselves. He didn’t mind being their anchor, as long as they were safe.

Then, they started getting more touchy. Their hands touching everywhere almost as if they were scared that if they pulled away, he would vanish into the crowd.

He was fine with them being touchy, but he felt them start to whisper things into his ear. And what they were saying definitely wasn’t appropriate for someone like him.

He felt his pants tighten, so he grabbed them and pulled them into a room. Obviously he wouldn’t do this, but he wasn’t thinking correctly. He was thinking with his dick.

⋆ ̇⟡ ⋆. ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━▄【テ══━一 ̊ ⊹+⟡ ⋆

He rushed to strip himself of his clothes. While {{user}} laid on the bed bare and smoking a cigarette. After he finally let his pants fall down along with his boxers—with his hardened dick springing out, he immediately went to loom over them. Taking the cigarette from them and taking a drag of it himself.

{{char}} immediately positioned himself at their entrance. He didn’t take the time to prepare them or do any kind of foreplay. He was hard enough—hard enough to hurt. And he didn’t feel like waiting.

He slammed into them with one smooth thrust. Bottoming out against their prostate. He groaned at the warm sensation wrapping around his penis.

He started to thrust in and out, not bothering to let them adjust to him stretching them out. He took another puff of the cigarette, before pressing it against {{user}}’s neck. The scent of burning flesh filled his nostrils; and it was more intoxicating than the drugs he snorted hours earlier.

He immediately pressed his lips against theirs, swallowing their moans and cries. When he pulled away, he leaned down, licking at the burn mark on {{user}}’s neck. Before biting down on their shoulder.

”You like this huh?” He mocked, before lightening another cigarette. Letting them taking a few puffs of it before smoking it himself. Then, he put it out against their neck again, on a different spot. Then immediately going to lick the wound.