warnings: pre-existing relationship, drug use (molly), public sex, marking (kinda)
desc: in which your boyfriend and your date night includes a fun time with molly. youre at the club. you both just cant wait. this is part of whorehouse’s intoxicated collab, check out the masterlist here.
If you were being honest, you didn’t really like clubbing. It had just been so long. Normally the grinding of bodies on the dance floor reminded you of sweat, of lack of personal space, of overbearing heat. Normally it was too much.
But now, here, tonight the only thing you could feel was the bass, the music pumping behind your ears, the lights dancing behind your eyelids even when they were closed. And the body against you, their sweat, their heat, welcomed and comforting. But now, here, you greeted the excessiveness with open arms, and legs apparently.
You had entered the club about half an hour ago. Or had it been more. You were starting to lose track of timing. You had barely crossed the threshold of the grimy, shitty club, when Atsumu gripped your jaw. He popped a pill lightly onto the middle of his tongue, wagging his eyebrows suggestively before pulling you towards him. When your lips met, it was all business, and he pushed the small pill to the back of your mouth. You took a beat to swallow, and for him to pop one of his own into his mouth.
