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haze (jwy) | one shot.

—summary: a night in with wooyoung consists of good weed and good sex.

—pairing: stoner!jung wooyoung x f. reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) established relationship au | fluff, smut

—word count: 1.8k

—warnings: cussing, mature language/sexually implied content, use of marijuana/weed, lots of kissing/making out, breast play, marking, high (unprotected) sex with woo, oral (f. receiving), fingering, cum eating, light choking, light spitting, two orgasms, cute lil cuddles!

—on rotation: sativa - jhene aiko | naked - marques houston | wus good / curious - partynextdoor | u already know - 112

—a/n: surprise! this is very self-indulgent with all the wooyo brainrot i've been experiencing. tsbut will be back next weekend for sure, then untitled. 🤍 4 pg letter will be released at some point.. heh. enjoy!

The room is hazy.

Could be from the blunt you smoked with Wooyoung awhile ago, or it could be the fact that he’s running the fuck out of your hot water while showering right now.

Could be both.

Your hands are busy sliding the weed onto the rolling paper, sat criss-crossed on your bed in nothing but a cropped tee and a cute ‘lil thong. Occupying yourself with making a new blunt for later— TV on blast with some How to Get Away with Murder re-run. Body still feeling relaxed, but the high from earlier wearing off. Just as you’re shifting complete focus to the blunt in your hands, Wooyoung walks out of your bathroom in his boxer briefs. He’s running a small towel across his short, wet black hair, water droplets still on his shoulders, chest.

Cloud of steam following him out.

“Run my hot water like that again and I’m booting your ass out.” You furrow your brows as you try to get the paper to stick together, running a lighter across the edge to stick it close.

“You wouldn’t.” He snorts, tossing the towel off to the side before shutting off your bathroom lights and slipping himself into your bed next to you. “Shower felt good, though.”

“Or are you still high?”

“Nah, not really.” He taps your leg with the back of his hand. “Is that ready?”

“Just about.” He tugs on the flimsy material of your thong before letting it snap back against your skin.

“So cute.” He chuckles. “Could be cuter without it on.” Wooyoung gently squeezes your side and bites his lip.

“Shut up.” You glare at him before passing him the newly rolled blunt and lighter. You watch as he majestically sits back against your headboard and takes the first hit— inhaling deeply before exhaling and letting the smoke climb back through his nose with the next inhale.

“Fuck.” He says, hollowing his cheeks to take another quick puff before handing it over to you. He rests his head back; his turn to watch you. He can’t help himself when he stares— hand crawling to your thigh while you take a hit and exhale. His eyes are roaming across your features: your lashes, plump lips, perked nipples poking out from underneath that cropped tee, thong almost useless and leaving little to the imagination.

The way you look so damn sexy right now.

“C’mere, baby.” He says lowly, pulling you by the hand onto his lap just as he takes his turn. You giggle, crawling onto his lap and lazily wrapping your arms around his neck. He grips your chin with just enough intensity, bringing your lips close to his as he exhales into your mouth. “Good girl.” He smiles when he sees you take it in like the good girl you are, thumb brushing down your bottom lip. It’s a continuous back and forth until the blunt is done, Wooyoung’s hands resting on your thighs as the high settles in.

Rushes through.

He brings you closer to his body with his hand on the small of your back. He presses soft kisses against your cheek, eyes, nose, jaw, corner of your lips— wherever he can touch and kiss, he’s on it. He looks at you through hooded lids, hands now roaming up your back slowly. To your rib cage.

Your chest.

You let out a small gasp when his thumb brushes against a nipple, making Wooyoung chuckle softly as he takes note of the way your body responds to him, his touch. Goosebumps rising to the surface of your beautiful, soft skin.

“You’re so fucking pretty, princess.” He whispers right near your ear, gently nibbling on your earlobe before pressing a kiss below it. Your nails rake through his still-damp hair, tilting your head so to give Wooyoung more access to your neck.

You.

You let out a soft moan when you feel his tongue glide across the surface, teeth nipping lightly; lips soothing his little love bites across the column of your neck, down to the base.

“Love leaving these marks on you.” He says, his grip on your hips tightening when he feels you subtly grinding against him. He’s quick to shed off your tee and toss it to the floor, eager to continue ministrations down to your collarbone. Chest.

Swirling and sucking on your hardened buds like his life depended on it.

“Wooyoung.”

“Hm?” He hums, eyes turning up towards you as he continues to suck away at a nipple.

“Please?”

“I’ll give you what you want.” He sighs. “I won’t make you ask me again, baby.” He comes up to press a kiss to your lips, but it’s slow. Sensual. Something he takes his time with, just like his hands exploring your body. He gently lays you down near the edge of the bed and hovers over you— careful not break the heated kiss. Your tongue glides over his expertly, Wooyoung biting onto your lip in between kisses.

Soft moans.

Tiny whimpers.

He tugs your thong to the side, leaving a heated trail of kisses down your chest, stomach, abdomen. Kissing every inch like you’re a delicate piece of artwork. So fragile, so rare. So, so beautiful. Wooyoung doesn’t waste any time planting his lips onto your heat. Your back slightly arches in response to his actions, tongue lapping and flicking away at your core. He sucks onto your lips, feinding to taste every drop of you. You let out a louder moan when he spits onto your pussy— making a mess on you before he can actually make a mess of you.

“God, yes.” You breathe out as Wooyoung continues to keep your cute thong shifted to the side so he can work his mouth on you.

He’s high, and you’re high.

Everything feels heightened, to the top.

Cloud nine.

He pulls away and slips in two digits— pumping away as if it's extra reassurance to hear just how badly you need him. He’s hard as a fucking rock, especially when he sees you dripping on his fingers.

“Just like that, Woo.”

“Like that?” He almost growls, pumping in and out at a steady pace. He’s making sure to keep your legs cocked open for him; enough that even the mood lighting can highlight just how wet you are, how you’re glistening.

“Oh, fuck!” You cry, hands gripping at his hair when he latches back on and finger fucks you to your first orgasm. It doesn’t take long for push you over the edge, and it could be that the high is making you extra sensitive; but, when it overcomes your body, you feel yourself tighten. Body tensing, twitching.

Thighs closing in on Wooyoung’s head.

“That’s it, pretty.” He coos as he raises himself from the position. “Open up.” He presses his fingers to your mouth, watching as you obediently let him slip it in— tongue swirling and sucking on them. “See how sweet you taste?” He hums. When you’ve gotten enough, Wooyoung gets on his knees and strokes himself while his eyes glaze over the way you look beneath him. He loves how fucked out you look already, how high you both are. Swears this shit is all he needs. ��Such a good girl. So fucked out already.” He lets out a small, somewhat cocky laugh, teasing his tip at your sensitive clit. He rubs his cock in between your folds before easing himself in, letting out a deep moan.

“Wooyoung.” He loves the way his name falls from your lips, especially when you repeat it over and over again. His hand snakes up your chest, head damn near falling off the edge of the bed when he picks up his pace. His eyes are glued to where you two are connected— eyes shutting close when he feels the desire grow seeing your slickness coating his length.

“Feels so good. You’re so tight around me.” He breaths out in between pants and ragged breathing. “Fuck.” He picks up his pace, now pounding into you.

Sounds of skin against skin filling the room.

The TV.

But, it’s no match against your moans and Wooyoung’s.

“Yes, yes, yes—” You repeat, crying out loud. His hands are digging into the flesh of your hips hard, gripping onto them as he fucks into you harshly.

Roughly.

Got you seeing into the next lifetime.

“You like that?”

“Yes, Woo. So perfect.” You whine. A hand comes up to your neck, Wooyoung squeezing at just the right pressure. Enough for you to release a choked moan. Enough for him to use it as leverage to fuck you harder.

Cloud nine.

“Gonna make me come— Wooyoung. Gonna—” You continue to whine and whimper and it drives Wooyoung insane. So pretty, so obedient for him. Barely able to make out your words, to think coherently.

“Yeah. Look at me when you come, baby.” He grips your chin, forcing contact as he comes down closer— face only inches away from yours. “Want you to look at me.” He repeats in between pants, hips pistoling in and out quickly.

In and out.

“I’m coming—” You manage to mutter before you let out a loud, strangled moan. Your body tenses again, but the shaking is more visible this time around.

It’s beautiful, and you are a delicate piece of art.

“Fuck, yeah— there you go, sweetheart— come all over me—” Wooyoung’s moans are broken, keeping his grip on your chin as he lets out another deep growl; hips thrusting erratically as he releases and fills you up. “God damn.” He takes a moment to try and come back down from his high. His breathing is irregular as he sits up and pulls out, letting the rest of his seed spill out onto your pussy lips.

“Holy shit. Too high for this.” Wooyoung laughs and nods, the both of you still trying to catch your breath. He gets one good look at the way his release paints you beautifully before taking a napkin from the nearby nightstand to wipe you down.

“Swear I could do this shit all day, though.” He lets out a hefty sigh before tossing the napkin into the trashcan and plopping back onto the bed. He makes grabby hands at you, making you giggle as you lay down next to him. You let him pull you onto his chest, resting comfortably skin to skin. Wooyoung presses a small kiss to the top of your head, his hand rubbing at your arm. You let out another giggle when he presses feathery kisses to your forehead, temple, eyes.

“Woo.” You playfully swat his chest.

“What? Tryna go again?” He smirks.

“Stop!”

“We can roll up another.” You laugh, shaking your head before you squeal when he tickles you. "Those giggles. Gonna be the death of me." He smiles when he stops, eyes glued onto you. "Love you, baby. So much."

"Love you, too."

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