Fanfic: Addiction
Intoxicating taste of tabacco, hickeys, and car sex.
edited: 03/06/17
Takaki draws the cigarette between his lips, taking time to fill his lungs with the nicotine before blowing the tender gray smoke out of the car window to flow with the air.
Noticing the familiar figure dashing towards his direction, Takaki takes the last sip, crushing the short stick on his portable ashtray and let out the smoke again.
He had the freedom to burn his lungs out these past few weeks of not being able see Inoo. Their schedules have not been meeting lately. Well he has lesser work compared to him. Inoo always had complains about the smell of cigarette so smoking with Inoo around would be a guilt.
Inoo opens the car door while letting out a sharp , dismayed noise even wrinkling along his nose in full exaggeration before settling himself on the passenger seat.
Pulling the lever of the driver seat, Takaki widens the space away from the steering wheel before pulling Inoo to position on his lap facing towards him, not minding the possibility of being seen by passers-by despite of the closed, heavily-tinted windows and being parked in a VIP lot.
Inoo roughly grinds his bottom on Takaki’s thigh, guided by his boyfriend's hands on his waist, holding his cheeks in place. "You stink," Inoo whines.
"I missed you," Takaki whispers lovingly, ignoring the usual protest about his smoking habits.
Inoo crash their lips, tasting the tabacco in Takaki's mouth that he was supposed to hate. "Hmm," in between their linked lips, intoxicated.
Inoo shift his hands to encircle around Takaki's neck for support as Takaki pull away to draw his face to Inoo's pale neck. Submittingly throwing his head backward to give way, taking a sharp breath through the nose. Cigarette smoke. Breathing in the longing scent in the tight air supply in his boyfriend's car like an ecstasy.
Takaki gives it a long sniff, inhaling Inoo's familiar cologne that he longed for, giving small kisses throughout the neck. He stops on the small bump of Inoo throat for a moment as his hands work their way up to crawl inside Inoo's shirt to touch the bare skin of his back, embracing him. Moving his lips to the side, Takaki gives Inoo's soft skin a harsh bite, sucking it hard subsequently. Inoo can't help but to let out a loud moan, not sure to himself if it was a cry of pain or pleasure, feeling light brushes of Takaki's lips on the stinging area right after.
"This might leave a mark," lifting his face up, Takaki comments, looking at the red-purple-ish mark in contrast to the white skin of Inoo's neck.
"I don't care. Do it again." The desperate tone on Inoo's voice made Takaki let out a small, amused chuckle. Letting go of his embrace, Takaki holds Inoo’s jawline with his large hand, the other still on his back while staring at the Inoo's dark wanting eyes with his own. He hastily closes the distance between their faces to lick Inoo's lower lip in one swift motion, Takaki bitting and tugging it before letting go to the taste of metal in his mouth. Inoo pants, with half-closed lids and clot of blood evident on his parted lips.
Takaki feels himself grow even tighter under Inoo's hips. If only he could see the face he is making right, so sexy, so inviting. Closing the distance again, repositioning his hand to Inoo's messy hair to guide him as he let Inoo see his own reflection through his intense gaze, brushing along his lips with Inoo's wounded pair. But Inoo is the one to take it deeper, inviting his own tongue inside Takaki's mouth.
Inoo groans in frustration. Trying hard not to part their linked tongues, he bends on his knees to remove his own restriction between them but failed as he struggle to move within the limited space of their position. Takaki does the same, hoisting his hip to lower the unwanted coverage way down to his knees, panting in anticipation. Successful, Inoo lets out a huff, aggresively throwing the unwanted material to the passenger seat. "Next time, we're doing it at the backseat," Inoo says, annoyed, making Takaki laugh before enclosing their lips again for a passionate kiss. Inoo roughly grinding their exposed hardness, moaning along with Takaki's groans, addicted to the friction he has created.
Feeling the soreness of his lips, Inoo breaks away their lips. Hastily pulling Takaki's wrist to put two of his fingers inside his own mouth, wetting and sucking them, before guiding it to position in entrance to his own tightness. Takaki could only click his to tongue, sneering in amusement, "So needy."
"Shut up and fuck m-" Inoo was not able to finish, feeling Takaki's fingers curl deep in him, leaning his body on Takaki's broad chest and returning his arms around his neck. Inoo lets out long, heavy breaths against Takaki's neck in full submission to the painful pleasure. Takaki strokes Inoo’s sweaty back, slowly and softly moving up and down in attempt to alleviate the sting he know Inoo is feeling. Inoo trembles to the continuous movements of Takaki's fingers, moving up slowly and slamming down. Feeling himself quiver as Takaki hit his own weakness with merely his long fingers, Inoo tightening his wrap around Takaki's neck as the pleasure becomes so overwhelming, sending him to his edge, panting in random rhythm close to Takaki's ear.
In spite of not reaching his release and still being hard, Takaki strokes Inoo's back again, easing him with up and down movement, fingers still in his tenderness. Feeling their sweltering bodies together gives him the urge to smoke again. But if he would be given a choice to smoke all he want throughout his lifetime but be away from this soft, delicate guy, then he would rather choose his other addiction.
I've been wanting to read a smut fic about Takaino car sex along with Takaki's smoking habits bc they're like the greatest concept but I got tired of waiting so I wrote it myself. This is my first time to write with such theme and this has the weirdest POV so bear with it lol. Also, I don't really like the ending. Hmmmmm. (But too lazy to revise now...) Edited it already~
To my lovely mates, Soma and Jacqueline. Yo~ Here is the fic I've been hyping about. Hope you both would like it~
edited: 03/06/17
Takaki draws the cigarette between his lips, taking time to fill his lungs with the nicotine before blowing the tender gray smoke out of the car window to flow with the air.
Noticing the familiar figure dashing towards his direction, Takaki takes the last sip, crushing the short stick on his portable ashtray and let out the smoke again.
He had the freedom to burn his lungs out these past few weeks of not being able see Inoo. Their schedules have not been meeting lately. Well he has lesser work compared to him. Inoo always had complains about the smell of cigarette so smoking with Inoo around would be a guilt.
Inoo opens the car door while letting out a sharp , dismayed noise even wrinkling along his nose in full exaggeration before settling himself on the passenger seat.
Pulling the lever of the driver seat, Takaki widens the space away from the steering wheel before pulling Inoo to position on his lap facing towards him, not minding the possibility of being seen by passers-by despite of the closed, heavily-tinted windows and being parked in a VIP lot.
Inoo roughly grinds his bottom on Takaki’s thigh, guided by his boyfriend's hands on his waist, holding his cheeks in place. "You stink," Inoo whines.
"I missed you," Takaki whispers lovingly, ignoring the usual protest about his smoking habits.
Inoo crash their lips, tasting the tabacco in Takaki's mouth that he was supposed to hate. "Hmm," in between their linked lips, intoxicated.
Inoo shift his hands to encircle around Takaki's neck for support as Takaki pull away to draw his face to Inoo's pale neck. Submittingly throwing his head backward to give way, taking a sharp breath through the nose. Cigarette smoke. Breathing in the longing scent in the tight air supply in his boyfriend's car like an ecstasy.
Takaki gives it a long sniff, inhaling Inoo's familiar cologne that he longed for, giving small kisses throughout the neck. He stops on the small bump of Inoo throat for a moment as his hands work their way up to crawl inside Inoo's shirt to touch the bare skin of his back, embracing him. Moving his lips to the side, Takaki gives Inoo's soft skin a harsh bite, sucking it hard subsequently. Inoo can't help but to let out a loud moan, not sure to himself if it was a cry of pain or pleasure, feeling light brushes of Takaki's lips on the stinging area right after.
"This might leave a mark," lifting his face up, Takaki comments, looking at the red-purple-ish mark in contrast to the white skin of Inoo's neck.
"I don't care. Do it again." The desperate tone on Inoo's voice made Takaki let out a small, amused chuckle. Letting go of his embrace, Takaki holds Inoo’s jawline with his large hand, the other still on his back while staring at the Inoo's dark wanting eyes with his own. He hastily closes the distance between their faces to lick Inoo's lower lip in one swift motion, Takaki bitting and tugging it before letting go to the taste of metal in his mouth. Inoo pants, with half-closed lids and clot of blood evident on his parted lips.
Takaki feels himself grow even tighter under Inoo's hips. If only he could see the face he is making right, so sexy, so inviting. Closing the distance again, repositioning his hand to Inoo's messy hair to guide him as he let Inoo see his own reflection through his intense gaze, brushing along his lips with Inoo's wounded pair. But Inoo is the one to take it deeper, inviting his own tongue inside Takaki's mouth.
Inoo groans in frustration. Trying hard not to part their linked tongues, he bends on his knees to remove his own restriction between them but failed as he struggle to move within the limited space of their position. Takaki does the same, hoisting his hip to lower the unwanted coverage way down to his knees, panting in anticipation. Successful, Inoo lets out a huff, aggresively throwing the unwanted material to the passenger seat. "Next time, we're doing it at the backseat," Inoo says, annoyed, making Takaki laugh before enclosing their lips again for a passionate kiss. Inoo roughly grinding their exposed hardness, moaning along with Takaki's groans, addicted to the friction he has created.
Feeling the soreness of his lips, Inoo breaks away their lips. Hastily pulling Takaki's wrist to put two of his fingers inside his own mouth, wetting and sucking them, before guiding it to position in entrance to his own tightness. Takaki could only click his to tongue, sneering in amusement, "So needy."
"Shut up and fuck m-" Inoo was not able to finish, feeling Takaki's fingers curl deep in him, leaning his body on Takaki's broad chest and returning his arms around his neck. Inoo lets out long, heavy breaths against Takaki's neck in full submission to the painful pleasure. Takaki strokes Inoo’s sweaty back, slowly and softly moving up and down in attempt to alleviate the sting he know Inoo is feeling. Inoo trembles to the continuous movements of Takaki's fingers, moving up slowly and slamming down. Feeling himself quiver as Takaki hit his own weakness with merely his long fingers, Inoo tightening his wrap around Takaki's neck as the pleasure becomes so overwhelming, sending him to his edge, panting in random rhythm close to Takaki's ear.
In spite of not reaching his release and still being hard, Takaki strokes Inoo's back again, easing him with up and down movement, fingers still in his tenderness. Feeling their sweltering bodies together gives him the urge to smoke again. But if he would be given a choice to smoke all he want throughout his lifetime but be away from this soft, delicate guy, then he would rather choose his other addiction.
I've been wanting to read a smut fic about Takaino car sex along with Takaki's smoking habits bc they're like the greatest concept but I got tired of waiting so I wrote it myself. This is my first time to write with such theme and this has the weirdest POV so bear with it lol. Also, I don't really like the ending. Hmmmmm. (But too lazy to revise now...) Edited it already~
To my lovely mates, Soma and Jacqueline. Yo~ Here is the fic I've been hyping about. Hope you both would like it~