cigarettes after sex - morel mackernasey x reader
warnings: mild smut, smoking, possible spoilers, afab reader, reader had a previous relationship with kite
word count: 1,069
part 1 / ? (depends on response)
hitched breath, damp skin, the scent of tobacco flooding the air.
a large hand trailed up your back, supporting you as you moved your body with his. you straddled him, his large member filling your insides
you could feel his appendage stretching you out as you thrusted down onto him, your hands gripped his chest, which was chiseled by defined muscle, your nails dug into his flesh gripping for anything.
your senses were overwhelmed, you felt a tingling sensation stemming from your feet, it travelled up to your head, your thoughts were foggy, all you could think about was the sex. how good it felt, how good he felt inside you.
you didn't want it to end, but you knew it was inevitable as you felt his cock twitching inside you, your vaginal walls clamping down around him.
a low groan erupted from morel's throat as his hands fell to and gripped your hips.
"i'm close..." his voice was low and raspy, almost as if he were sharing his best kept secret.
you whimpered in acknowledgement, continuing to ride him, hoping to milk him of every last drop of his cum.
soon you felt yourself begin to tighten around him, your leg muscles spasming, your body began to shake. you could feel his hot viscous ejaculate filling the inside of your body.
you pulled off from him, his dick becoming flaccid, twitching as it dripped a small amount of cum onto his stomach, his cum dripping out from you as you straddled his midsection and collapsed against his flesh.
you could feel his chest rise and fall as he reached to the bedside stand and grabbed a pack of cigarettes, with a click it had been lit and he took a drag.
you turned your head to the side, getting a good look at the cigarette you brought his hand down, taking a puff from it , playfully blowing the smoke into his face as you lifted yourself off from his body and collapsed beside him.
there was a thought that plagued both of your minds. the chimera ants.
truth be told, you were fucking to forget. fucking to distract yourself, however temporary it may be.
it may have felt good in the moment, but a wave of guilt rushed through your body, you should have been doing something to help, but instead you were having sex. you should have been trying to help kite.
though, however guilty you felt, you still couldn't help but feel the urge to do it again, it was the only thing that had managed to make you feel good in months.
your mind was constantly plagued by the thought of what could have been happening to him, or what had happened to him. what the ants were doing. you just needed to feel something other than dread, you wanted to feel good for once.
you rested your left hand on his chest, curled up against his side, watching it rise and fall with every breath he took.
your eyes trailed up to see him taking long drags from the cigarette in hand, flicking ashes onto the floor. you could tell he was thinking about the exact same thing.
you knew kite was no longer himself, that his body was just being used for the enemy, but it still felt wrong. you were in denial that he had died, but you still knew it was the truth.
you felt sick suddenly, thinking about the slim chance that he would have been still alive, and if he had found out... what would you do?
you closed your eyes, and tried to clear your mind.
morel looked down, he could read you like an open book, seeing you like this only confirmed his worry that you hadn't been ready to have intercourse with someone else, of course he felt bad, but he had asked if you were certain you wanted it before proceeding.
"do you... regret this?" morel shifted uncomfortably, putting the cigarette out on the nightstand.
your eyes shot open, "what, i," you blinked a few times and looked away. it wasn't that you regretted it, you just were conflicted. "of course not, i just.. have alot on my mind."
he nodded, "i see..." his large arm wrapped around you, pulling you close. he wanted to plant a kiss on your head, but felt he'd be overstepping his boundaries.
morel really cared for you, he had for quite some time, and as such he had never told you, he wanted to avoid hurting you or losing you. when you had proposed sleeping together to keep yourselves distracted, he nearly choked.
he knew you should have been keeping things professional, but he couldn't help indulging in you, he wanted you so desperately to be his.
you suddenly sat up, warranting a confused look from morel.
"i'm sorry," you sighed, reaching out to take his hand. "i probably just made you feel... really bad."
morel shook his head, "nonono, i completely understand. my head is swarming with things too- everything right now is so complicated."
you nodded and squeezed his hand. "the sex was great though-" you laughed, though you were being honest.
morel flushed a bright pink, and stammered trying to figure out what to say in response.
"thanks...?" he looked away, embarassed.
"would you be interested in doing this again some time?" you inquired.
"well, i'm obviously not opposed to the idea..." his hand trailed up your thigh, stroking it with his thumb.
you flashed a pearly smile at him, "i'll hold you to that... this was nice... it was something that left me feeling good for once, yknow?" You sighed, and placed your hand over his. "i really needed this."
"i think i did too if i'm being honest..." morel admitted, his heart fluttering at the feeling of your hand resting on top of his.
he propped himself up, gesturing for you to come closer.
you moved back to the spot you had previously occupied, leaning on his shoulder, in a moment of impulse you leaned in, sucking gently on his neck, leaving a small hickey.
you felt oddly proud of the act the two of you had just indulged in, once you had gotten over your initial guilt, it was exciting and promiscuous.
it gave you something to look forward to, it made your heart pound just thinking about hooking up with him again.
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