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As much as Daryl smoked, it was never something that he would ever suggest someone do. Which was why he was going through an internal battle with himself as you sat perched in his lap, arms thrown around his neck as he smoked. It wasn't like he didn't usually smoke around you, he often found himself digging into a random pack that he had found after some post-coital sex; but you telling him you want to try it? He just didn't know what to do.
This was not what he expected you to ask him as you asked to join him on watch over the prison, but as you planted your legs on either side of him, you kept looking up at him with those pretty, pleading eyes of yours.
“It's not like I'll actually be smoking it, Dar.” You persisted. “More like you'll just be blowing the smoke in my mouth.” One of his hands rested on your hips, the other holding the cigarette between his fingers. “Why do ya even wanna try it anyways?” He asked. You just giggled, “Because you look really fucking sexy, D.” His cheeks flushed as he looked away from you. “Stop.” He grumbled.
He considered it. Technically he'd be taking most of the addicting stuff right? He's seen other people do what was called shotgunning, and he wasn't going to lie and say he didn't find the idea of it attractive.
“Fine,” He drawled, “But only this once.”
Taking in a deep inhale, he held the smoke in his lungs, allowing the buzz to wash over him before cradling the back of your neck, your lips barely grazing his as he parted his lips, the smoke coming out and moving into your mouth as you breathed it in. The taste was gross, and it caused the back of your throat to burn, but strangely, it turned you on. As the rest of the smoke left his mouth, you were squirming in his lap.
You felt breathless as you spoke, “That was so hot.” You rutted your hips against his crotch, Daryl choking a groan as he almost dropped his cigarette. “Again, Daryl. Please, again.” He couldn't say no as he grew harder in his pants, taking in another deep breath before blowing it in your mouth. You inhaled it eagerly, getting accustomed to the burn and the taste quickly. Your hips didn't stop moving as the buzz reached your brain as well, both of you in a lust filled haze as you humped each other.
He quickly stumped the stick, both of his hands now settled on you as he aided in your grinding. You slammed your lips onto his, getting throughly intoxicated with each other as pleasure coursed through both of your bodies.
“Daryl..” You moaned into his mouth. “Didn' know this’ll turn ya on.” He grunted, his cock pulsing against your jean shorts as the damp spot left behind by your wetness helped to aid you both into falling into your orgasms. “It wasn't my intention, but—” You gasped, “But I'm glad I suggested it.”