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Giriko x reader 🍋lemon🍋

Knowing Giriko, y'all should probably know where this is headed.

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"You don't know how much of a hypocrite you are."

Giriko slung his drink mate over his shoulder and huffed, mimicking your voice and your exact words to go along with it.
"'We're not even gonna drink that much, are we? Well, at least I won't'...my ass."

Meanwhile your throat tingled with whatever you had a last drop of, let it be absinthe or wine. Perhaps even both.

You gargled incomprehensible speech all the way to the car, the male lucky you'd hidden the keys somewhere obvious. Once you were in the backseat and he was in the shotgun, he leaned back and propped up his boots on the dashboard with a sigh.

"I'm not your fucking babysitter, last I checked. I had enough of Arachne if you ask me."

He was mostly mad that he hadn't gotten himself as drunk as he wanted, and seeing you in a state he preferred was igniting a spark of envy.

Your body was sprawled out on the backseat in a seated position, not sober enough to really question if it was a comfortable one or not.

"You know...I fucking love you, Giriko."

The words fell in a slurred haze, making said person look in the rear view mirror right at you. "Shaddap, you're drunk."

"No...like, really...I mean you're kinda hot, and the fact that you're an asshole makes it better?" Sputtering the last of the sentence, Giriko watched your intoxicated figure confess.

"You're just horny or something, for fuck's sake." The dirty blond shrugged it off again once more, sinking slightly deeper in the seat.

"If...if we had sex...would that like, prove it or something?"

Sex? With you? That wasn't something he recalled you ever saying any other time when you were under the influence, and when you were sober, it was really just a joke.

This was a surprise.
This was new.

He hummed softly in thought. Maybe this was a good idea, maybe this wasn't. Besides, y/n was drunk anyway so...

"It most likely would. I mean, how else do you think people spread this stupid message of 'love' across, right?" He chuckled.
Giriko was more of a lust over love type of person, as past relationships he'd been forced into by his partner didn't end well.

Almost always because of his laziness and stubborn attributes.

But little did people notice he had time for games.

"S-sex...? Here...and now, right?" Your body straightens up a little, just in case.
"Well yeah, duh. Where the fuck else would we do it? Now strip."

Giriko watches you lag for a moment before awkwardly taking your garments off and throwing them in the driver's seat.

If you had been in your conscious mind, maybe you would have opposed to this with a flushed expression. But it's not like your face wasn't already slightly pink from a hearty dose of alcohol.

He climbs in the backseat with you and takes your body in his hands, running them up and down your skin for a moment. As of now he was straddling you, thinking about how he could take your nearly naked form.

Your arms wrap around his waist as your head falls like a heavyweight on his chest. A muffled 'I love you' against his body was heard, he grumbling at the drinks you reeked of.

Yet, he was aroused by the fact that your lips tasted like it, his main focus that night being them.
Was it the fact you were out of your right mind? The fact that your heat against his own was finally something satisfying?

Giriko didn't know what it was, but it felt good. Perhaps even more than just good.

Your body bounces against the seat cushions with every move he gives, his sharp teeth diving to attack your neck as the scent of sex was musky in the now body-temperature car.

Your drunken state and this carnal sensation makes your eyes nearly roll in the back of your head, mouth whimpering and squeaking out anything to resonate exactly how you felt at the moment.

But...perhaps you were too caught up in your enjoyment to realize you had climaxed already. With a curse of how good you tightened around him felt, Giriko can't help but finally do the same.

He realizes he has no obligation to remove himself from you, only to come to again and scramble for a rag to clean up the body fluids before they stained the seats permanently.

"Shit...shit! Don't just fucking sit there, get the wipes in the glove box!"