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Drunk - SwaggerSouls x Reader SMUT (MDNI)

(I'm sorry, i'm the actual worse for taking so long to put this out. Hopefully it makes up for it.)

Even though you’d been old enough to legally drink for a couple years now, you weren’t one to take advantage of that face. Sure, you’d have a pretty little cocktail here and there at friends’ birthdays, bachelorette parties, things like that, but rarely just for fun.

Today though, you’d left work uptight and stressed from dealing with people that had to have been born without common sense all week. Fixing their mistakes had put off your own work and deadlines were coming up that you didn’t think you’d meet, so when you finally left the office Friday night, you needed to do something to take your mind off it and relax a little.

Sinking into your car and setting your purse on the passenger seat next to you, you fished your ringing phone out of the side pocket.

“Hello?”

“If cats could talk, do you think they'd just complain about humans all day?”

You smirked, slipping your key into the ignition and sparking the car to life.

“I’m guessing your high?”

“A little bit. Took some earlier to chill out. What are you up to?”

“Just leaving the office. I was actually thinking about grabbing a drink.”

“Little miss responsible?”

“Shut up. Wanna join?”

“Sure. Come over…and bring snacks.”

Swagger and you had met your second year of college. You’d originally bumped into each other – literally – at a coffee shop just off campus when you were trying to finish your final paper. When standing in line with each other to buy each other’s new drinks, you got to talking about your major and, being who he is, he provided lots of facts and some much-needed inspiration, and you asked him to help you finish your assignment amidst your brain fog. You’d swapped numbers and, after reaching out to let him know you’d gotten a high score, you began to talk more.

The closer you got, the more comfortable you were with each other and more often did you exchange flirty banter. Despite that, however, your relationship was never a romantic one, no matter how many people told you both that you were the only ones that didn’t see it.

Picking up a variety of snacks on your way, you arrived at Swaggers house, arms laden with bags of everything from sweet to savory, never quite sure what his high munchies or your drunk cravings would be satisfied by.

Walking in the door, Bear and Bean ran into the room, weaving between your legs, soft meows and purring creating a homey atmosphere you felt whenever you came over.

“Hi guys.” You cooed, setting the bags on the counter where they’d jumped, scratching Bear’s chin like she liked and letting Bean cuddle into your neck.

“Hey,” Swagger grumbled from behind you, his broad build entering the kitchen. “You made it.” He walked over to wrap you in a hug, before jokingly pushing you away to grab a pack of raspberries from the bag.

“So are we doing this or what?” You asked, taking the hard lemonade you’d brought, it usually being the only kind of alcohol you’d drink, into the living room, plopping onto the couch, kicking your heels off and turning on his TV.

“You wanted to get drunk and all you brought were pussy drinks?” Swaggers scoffed, seeing the bottles condensing on the probably pricier coffee table.

“What? It’s what I like, fuck off.”

Swagger laughed, going back into the kitchen and bringing back a bottle of wine and some glasses in one hand and some hard liquor, which you the life of you, you couldn’t name, back.

“If your week was as bad as you make it sound like it was, you’re going to want the good stuff.” He says, pushing the wine and a glass into your hand. “And this,” he says, shaking the other bottle, “is just in case.”

“Fine. But can I borrow something to wear?” You ask, quickly deciding the itchy work blouse and pants weren’t going to be comfortable enough to wear all night and you didn’t plan on leaving any time soon, especially drunk. You knew Swagger wouldn’t mind if you stayed the night, you’d done it often enough.

“Already put something out on my bed.” He mumbled, waving his hand towards his room as he poured both glasses full of the thick red liquid, dismissing you to change into the pair of shorts and shirt that he’d laid out before coming back to start the night.

A few hours later, both of you were decently drunk. The buzz you were feeling was delicious, and you could feel yourself melting into the soft couch. Swagger and you had been shooting the shit the whole time, both of you laughing yourselves silly, your soft giggles being dominated by his booming rumbles. After a while you both began to calm down, starting to whisper softly about life.

“You’re great, you know that?” Swagger muttered, his thumb softly rubbing against your shoulder, his arm thrown around the could behind you. “And you-“ he pointed to you, the last little bit of liquid sloshing in his reluctantly drunken bottle of lemonade, as he paused to hiccup “are a boss bitch and shouldn’t let dumb asses get to you so much.”

“You’re sweet, Swagger.” You coo, leaning in to pull him into a loose hug. You were a very affectionate drunk, always hanging off whatever friends you were drinking with, and going hand in hand with that was how flirty it made you. More than once, you’d shared funny kisses with friends and Swagger was no exception.

Pulling away from the hug you planted a kiss on his cheek, moving to his lips as you leaned back. Swaggers hand dropped from the couch, lightly ghosting your waist before slightly pushing you back.

“Looks like Little Miss Responsible is drunk.” He said, ending it where he always did, never wanting you to do something you’d regret.

“Pfft” you scoffed, eyes rolling back and making you dizzy enough to fall into his chest before pushing yourself back up. “I’m fine.” You giggled at the doubtful look he blessed you with. “It’s just a harmless little kiss.”

“Yeah, sure it is.”

“Besides, not like I didn’t enjoy it.” Normally your virgin status was at the back of your mind, but the feeling of his deceptively soft lips pressed against your own mixed with the intoxication made your tummy feel warm, though you usually kept your horny thoughts to yourself.

Swagger looked at you, dark eyes seeming to see into your soul, gauging the honesty of your statement.

A dash of liquid courage washing over you, you shifted and threw your leg across Swaggers lap, pulling yourself to sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, dainty fingers playing with the little hairs on the nape of his neck.

This was new territory and, even though you were both terrified, neither made the move to end it first. Glancing down at his lips, the tip of your tongue peeked out from between your own darting back in almost as quickly as you pressed your lips against his again.

Swaggers hands hesitantly slid up your back, pulling you ever so slightly closer, his head tilting, nose bumping against yours. Your heavy breaths whispered together, growing faster, bodies moving against one another, unfortunately clothed.

Your fingers walked down his chest, tugging at the hem of his shirt, only revealing inches of skin before you were eased off his lap back onto the couch next to him.

“We can’t-“ he panted, moving himself the slightest bit away from you.

His feeble refusal fell on deaf ears as the horny feeling inside of you grew.

“Please? Don’t you think I’m pretty?” you whined, leaning back into the cushions, hand trailing down your chest, lip between your teeth. Your desperate need for him brought tears to your eyes as you imagined how good he’d feel inside of you.

“Fuck, of course I do. You’re beautiful and sweet and God, especially now…” he trailed off, dark eyes fighting to focus on your finger playing between your legs and the hand that had pushed up your – his – shirt, pressing against your beautiful tit, exposing the delicate lacy bra that left little to his imagination.

“Babygirl, you’re killing me…” his whisper was hoarse with raw lust, struggling to keep control.

“Need you, Swagger.”

Your final plea overwhelmed him, immediately moving to lie on top of you, chest pressed tightly to chest, his lips dominating yours and his tongue quickly commanding its place in your mouth.

Adjusting your legs, you let one foot fall to the floor, and buried the other in the cushions, allowing him all the room he needed to grind his hips deliciously into you. Your fingers tore his shirt, the fabric itchy against your flaming skin. You needed to feel him, every inch of him, against you.

Breaking the kiss only for a moment, Swagger pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the side before burying his face into your neck, marking you, leaving you covered in his love bites. Your hips almost involuntarily bucked up into his, seeking what you needed most, and the sudden friction drew a growl deep from Swaggers throat.

“Baby- fuck, baby we need to stop.” He said, pulling back once again.

“No!” You cried, arms reaching out to hold him and your legs wrapping around his waist. He couldn’t leave you now, not like this.

Swagger pressed a bruising kiss to your swollen pout.

“Our first time is not going to be a quick fuck on my couch.” He mumbled against you. “I’m going to take my time with you.” His hand came around to cup your ass, pulling you tight against him as he stood up.

“Look at me.” His dark brown eyes bore into yours, keeping your attention even when you felt his

You panted a quick sigh of relief before sucking on his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging at the thick brown locks.

His closed bedroom door sent a chill through you when it pressed against your back as it propped you up while he haphazardly pushed down the sweats he’d let you borrow, before turning to sit you on his bed, discarding your shirt and bra, exposing you to him as he laid you down.

“Wanted this for so long…” His head fell to press open mouth kisses on your stomach, trailing down between your legs, panties embarrassingly wet. Both hands crawled up your body before cupping your breasts, fingers splayed wide, black fingernails contrasting against your skin. His teeth nipped at your waistband, pulling your underwear down, the bridge of his nose bumping against you in the process, making you shiver in pleasure.

“God!” You let a loud moan into the room.

Swagger chuckled as he came up to kiss you.

“That feel good, Princess?” He pet your hair in adoration, middle finger swiping between your labia before sinking inside.

Your eyes rolled back as your hand came to grip his strong forearm, head sinking further into his pillow. He took the opportunity to start sucking on your neck again, occasionally sneaking peeks of his finger disappearing inside of you repeatedly.

You’d already been a moaning mess for him, kneading at your own breasts, but when his second finger joined, your previous panting turned into fast whimpers, your entire vocabulary turning into babbling and incoherent mumbles.

“M’gonna cum…”

Your orgasm was so close you could taste it, just a few moments more and you’d be in bliss-

Everything stopped.

Swagger pulled his fingers from you, smirking while he slips them into his mouth, tasting you. You bit your lip at how dirty it seemed, and your eyes shut in pleasure when he leaned in and kissed you, tongue pushing past your teeth leaving a taste that was uniquely him with a slight tinge of something that was all you.

“I’m going to fuck you, now.” He promised, though you knew there was an underlying question of consent.

You let your legs spread in response and Swagger pushed his jeans and boxers off before finally breaking your barrier of friendship and virginity all at once. Your back arched, hand leaving your chest and latching onto his shoulder, wincing at the sudden pain.

“Oh my God,” he groans, sinking as deep as he could go, your pelvic bones meeting. “You feel so- so fucking good.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, the tears tumbling down your cheeks.

“It’s so much- feel so full…” you mewl, trying to adjust to his size.

“It’s all for you, baby. Just feel me inside you, okay? We have all the time in the world.” His hand came up to stroke your cheek, brushing your hair out of your face, placing soft kisses across your face and neck. You nodded, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him close and your chests pressed close together.

Swagger looked up at you after a while, a soft expression of love shading his features.

“Is it okay if I- “

You nodded and buried your head in his neck as he started to slowly pull out of you, almost completely, before pushing in again, growing in speed until there was a steady slapping of sweaty skin against sweaty skin, Swagger pressing clumsy kisses against any part of you he could and you sucking dark bruises into the crook of his neck, leaving hickeys you were sure you’d be embarrassed by in the morning.

What could have been minutes or hours later, Swagger’s thrusting became sloppy and stuttered, as a string of curses fell from his sweet lips into your ear. His adjusted, supporting his weight on one solid forearm, inching his hand down your neck, down the valley of your breasts, across your stomach, and finally between your legs to occupy your clit , drawing a loud moan of ecstasy from you, and pushing you to orgasm with him, as you felt his warmth spilling inside you.

He kissed you gently, almost too soft to feel, moving to your cheeks to kiss the tear streaks staining your face before tucking your matted hair behind your ear. His eyes looked down at you with a medley of emotions brightening them. Smiling up at him you rested your palms on his face, pulling him into a sweet kiss.

Once you’d both calmed down Swagger pulled out of you, cum trailing behind. He reached on the floor and grabbed a random piece of laundry, gently cleaning you up the best he could, lying on his back next to you and silently pulling you to lie against his broad chest. His fingers trailed up and down your bare back, relaxing your racing heart and mind. Nothing needed to be said now, that could wait until morning. All that mattered right now was you two, together. Your eyelids fluttered shut as exhaustion took over, and, sensing your state of calm, Swagger leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your head before pulling the blanket up over the both of you.

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custardandjam · 1 year ago

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Alcohol leads to... fun - SwaggerSouls x Reader

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words: 1468 warnings: drinking, drunk sex, fem!oral recieving, p in v, after care :D

When you met him, you could never have imagined what would unfold.

You felt a light tap on your shoulder, drawing your attention. Turning, you saw him standing there, his eyes filled with a mixture of nervousness and determination. His tousled hair framed a face that was both familiar and strange, and his hesitant smile betrayed his anxiety. As your eyes met, he quickly glanced over his shoulder. You followed his gaze to a group of his friends a short distance away, who were subtly gesturing and encouraging him to approach.

"Hello," you said, your voice tinged with confusion. You studied his face, trying to place him and understand his intentions.

He coughed lightly before speaking, "I, erm, can I buy you a drink?" His voice wavered with uncertainty. You shrugged nonchalantly before nodding; after all, a free drink is a free drink.

The bar you were in wasn't exactly dingy, but it wasn't high-class either. The dim lighting and slightly worn-out furniture gave it a lived-in feel. You had already witnessed several people slipping into the bathrooms, emerging with suspiciously energized demeanors, likely having indulged in some illicit substances. You supposed plenty of wealthy folks did that too in their higher up bars and clubs.

After he, who you learned was named Eric, got a bit more drunk, as did you, his shyness began to fade away. His words flowed more freely, and his laughter became more genuine. The awkwardness that initially coloured his approach had dissolved into a comfortable camaraderie.

Eric's friends had moved on from this bar to the next, but he stayed by your side, engaging you in lively conversation and playful flirting. The noise of the bar buzzed around you, but you were both in your own little world.

After he made you laugh for what felt like the hundredth time that night, you—emboldened by the alcohol—swayed forward and kissed him. He melted into the kiss, his initial surprise quickly giving way to reciprocation. The world around you seemed to blur as you shared that moment, the energy of the bar fading into the background.

"Wow," he muttered, his eyes wide with amazement and a touch of awe. "Wow," he repeated, as if he couldn't quite believe what had just happened. His expression softened, his gaze lingering on you with a newfound tenderness, clearly smitten.

As the night wore on and the bar began to empty, Eric looked at you with a blend of excitement and a touch of hesitation. The ambient noise had dwindled to a quiet hum, leaving just the two of you in your own bubble of shared connection. He took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours with a mixture of hope and a hint of mischief. "You know," he began, his voice slightly husky from the alcohol and the intimacy of the evening, "I don't live far from here. DO you wanna come over? We can continue this— open another bottle of wine or whatever."

Your pulse quickened as you weighed his invitation, the anticipation in his eyes and the warmth of his smile drawing you in. After a moment's pause, you nodded. "Sure," you said softly, feeling a rush of excitement.

Eric's face lit up, and he quickly settled the tab. He took your hand as you both stepped out into the cool night air, the bustling city around you a stark contrast to the quiet anticipation hanging between you. The walk to his place was filled with light conversation and laughter, the chemistry between you two undeniable.

When you arrived at his apartment, Eric fumbled slightly with the keys before opening the door to reveal a cozy, dimly lit space. It was tidy but lived-in, with personal touches that made it feel warm and inviting. He gestured for you to enter, and you stepped inside, taking in the soft ambient lighting and the subtle scent of his cologne lingering in the air.

"Make yourself at home," he said, his voice carrying a new, deeper warmth. He moved to the kitchen area, retrieving a bottle of wine and two glasses. "I thought we could continue our conversation here," he added, his tone playful and inviting.

As he poured the wine, you settled onto the plush couch, the soft fabric comforting against your skin. Eric handed you a glass and sat down beside you, closer than before. The tension between you grew, electric and palpable. You clinked glasses, his eyes never leaving yours, and took a sip, the wine smooth and rich.

The conversation flowed easily, interspersed with shared glances and subtle touches. Each laugh, each shared story, drew you closer, the outside world fading away. When the bottle was nearly empty, Eric leaned in, his voice low and husky, "I'm really glad you came over."

You felt a magnetic pull, your faces inches apart. Without hesitation, you closed the distance, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss. The softness of his mouth against yours sent a thrill through your body, and he responded eagerly, his hand gently cradling your face. The kiss deepened, the room around you blurring as you lost yourselves in the moment, the night unfolding in ways you hadn't anticipated but fully welcomed.

He wasn’t exactly slow, he immediately dragged his hand sensually from your neck to your waist, to your inner thighs. He wouldn’t admit it, but he moaned when he felt his fingers inside of you, you were beautiful, moaning as his fingers curled and pressed against your sweet spot.

He eventually pulled his fingers out, grabbing your hips and guiding you to his bedroom, he didn’t bother in the romantic stuff, he was eager. Ripping your clothes off with fevour- as well as his own. He’s hard- thats obvious- what with it pressed up against your leg as he hold himself above you, leaning down to suck gentle on your nipple. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” He groaned. His voice vibrating against your skin making you moan.

He kisses down your body, his head coming to rest between your thighs. His tongue delving into your folds as you arch under him. He’s relentless, licking and sucking, teasing you.

You already feel close, his tongue swirling around your clit, you clench your thighs around his head and he can tell youre done for. Your whole body trembles with anticipation before you release all over his tongue, he continues to suck until you have to push his head from over stimulation.

His eyes are looking at you lust and satisfaction, his chin shining in the dim lights from your own slick.

He doesn’t give you much time to recover before the head of his cock is teasing your cunt, pushing into you making you whine. “Thats right, baby, moan for me.” He grunts out as he thrusts his hips into you. His eyes gleam in satisfaction with each whine you release.

He’s becoming more urgent, his hips moving in a more demanding pace, barely with rhythm. He grips your hips had, crescents being dug into the flesh, hes holding you steady. Driving into you with reckless abandon. Muttering about how close he is, his voice strained, words punctuated by grunts and groans.

Then his hips become as erratic as ever, he groans loud, as he reaches his peak, muscles tensing as he pulls out and spills all over your tummy. He breathes shakily, his body trembling with aftershocks.

After cleaning the mess from your skin, he lay besides you on the bed.

Eric’s breathing was heavy and uneven as he lay beside you, the aftermath of his release still palpable in the dimly lit room. His body trembled slightly, a mix of exhaustion and lingering satisfaction. Slowly, he turned on his side to face you, his gaze softening as he took in the sight of you, still catching your breath.

He gently brushed a strand of hair from your forehead, his touch tender and soothing. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice now a hushed whisper, filled with genuine concern. He leaned closer, his fingers lightly tracing over your skin, trying to offer comfort after the intensity of the moment. His eyes were filled with a warmth that contrasted with the raw passion of earlier, showing a side of him that was caring and attentive.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached for a soft blanket draped over the side of the bed and carefully pulled it over both of you. The fabric was cool and comforting against your skin. He then retrieved a damp cloth from the bedside table, wiping away the evidence of your shared passion from your stomach with gentle, deliberate strokes. His touch was careful, as though he wanted to make sure you felt cared for and respected.

Once he was finished, he settled back against the pillows, pulling you close. He wrapped his arms around you in a protective embrace, his body heat a pleasant counterpoint to the cool air of the room. "You were incredible," he murmured.

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