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hongjoong ♡ logbook #105

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you give wooyoung a mic and suddenly “i like it when hongjoong treats me badly” is blaring through the speakers

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Just a soft thought, in which Jisung has a secret crush on you. He notices you all the time, whether you are in the school park reading books as your past time, in the library studying, or zoning out while the professor chatters in front of the class. It became his habit to look for you in the crowd, even when he was surrounded by friends, and he couldn't stop from grinning if he witnessed you smiling for what God knows. The idea of him crushing you from afar was fine at first, but as he observed you day by day, he realized you don't have any friends to hang out with. He wants to interact with you but doesn't know how.

this actually one of my writing prompt but lemme share. idk if this imagine has been written already so...

YOU FELL FIRST, BUT I FELL HARDER | hjs

🧸 pairing. han jisung + gn!reader

synopsis. crushing on you from afar had been jisung's move for the past few months, and it had been really easy since he always stumbled upon you wherever he went, but his plan of never talking to you after your first (embarrassing) encounter was bound to never go through.

🌙 wc. 1.5k | au. college!au; mutual pining; hannie has a big fat crush on reader :(

It was early autumn when you met. You were being shown around the rather small campus by one of the school’s representatives, Chan, when Jisung, who was completely engrossed in frantically typing on his phone, bumped against you, making the both of you fall to the ground with a big ‘oof’, his body now on top of yours as your belongings went flying around.

You both widened your eyes, a deep blush creeping on Jisung's cheeks as he gulped, quickly climbing off of you and helping you get up from the grass by offering you his hand, which you gladly took, not without an embarrassed smile. 

As you dusted off your clothes and Chan snickered a few meters away, Jisung repeatedly begged you for forgiveness, picking up your scattered belongings and offering to buy you lunch for the following week from the campus cafeteria to make it up to you, to which you responded with a small smile and constant reassurances that you were, in fact, fine, and him trying to make it up to you was completely unnecessary, though you appreciated his thoughtfulness. 

And a quick, respectful bow later, you were walking once more by Chan’s side, looking at the buildings around you with a curious look. A look that, apparently, had struck Jisung more than he’d expected it to, had made him want to run towards you at full speed to catch up with your farthing figure so he could ask you out on a date, so he could get to know you better, so he could have the chance to listen to your heavenly voice and, hopefully, take a peek at your beautiful mind once more.

However, that interaction would be the only one you would have for the next few months (if we don’t count the stuttered and awkward greetings he’d say to you when you’d pass by each other in the hallways)—and it was simply because he did not have the courage to go up to you and start conversing. Would you even remember him? Would you laugh at his face if he asked you out on a date so out of the blue? Were you already taken or in love with someone else? He surely hoped that was not the case, but the more he stumbled upon you at the grocery store, library, favorite coffee shop, and lectures, the more it seemed improbable. You were just too perfect and beautiful to be single, so, as creepy as it sounded, he’d decided to just keep crushing on you from afar, since he’d somehow managed to convince himself he would be fine with it, even in the long run.

He’d grown accustomed to seeing you sitting on one of the benches in the park right next to your college campus before and after class as he took a walk with his to-go iced coffee in hand, either reading the book you always carried around or bopping your head to the rhythm of the music you were listening to through your obnoxiously large headphones, your soft features always painted with a sweet smile, which he’d unconsciously started to mirror as his cheeks became flushed with giddiness.

And his plan became a much easier task when the first semester ended and the new one started, which brought the both of you to have the same exact afternoon classes—he even held back an excited squeal when he saw you sitting right next to his usual spot, giving him the chance to finally speak to you and become friends; he just had to work up some more courage. 

However, it seemed almost like as the weeks went by, he’d become an even more stuttering and awkward mess than before—hell, his stomach would flip and fill to the brim with butterflies if you brushed your hand against his by accident; how was he supposed to speak a full sentence without making a fool out of himself? So he’d often found himself admiring the amount of cuteness you radiated when, during your lecture, you zoned out, either staring at the big, scribbled on whiteboard or at the door as you mindlessly doodled hearts and cartoon characters on the piece of paper that was supposed to be filled with notes from the class. 

And Jisung’s lover boy, whipped for someone aura and smile did not go unnoticed by his friends, who'd started teasing and poking fun at him whenever he’d pack up his stuff from the study room to rush to your shared class with a wide smile and red cheeks, or try to subtly ask them if any of them, or any of their other friends, happened to know you or your friends—which Jisung quickly got to know you did not have. 

After all, if Chan, the man that was friends with every single soul roaming the halls and classes of the entire campus, and Hyunjin and Jeongin, who knew everything about everyone told Jisung they’d never seen you hang out with anyone, he wholeheartedly believed them—and it also explained why he himself had actually never seen you speak with anyone, if not for professors or group mates for projects. And right then, he knew his plan of crushing on you from afar until you both graduated was not going to go through. He knew he couldn’t leave you alone and let you fend for yourself the harsh university life.

“H-Hi.” Jisung muttered, your name coming out of his mouth so softly your heart clenched. You smiled and sat down on the seat right next to his—the one you knew he saved for you, given that he always removed his bag from it whenever he’d see you walk in his direction once you stepped in class.

“Hi.” you replied, taking out of your backpack your notebook and pencil case, not expecting him to continue talking since he never did—which was kind of a relief for you. You could barely contain yourself from showing how nervous and fidgety you actually felt around him, opting for a strong, confident facade instead—all because you still thought about how warm he felt when he fell on top of you all those months prior, how his cologne stayed on your clothes for the rest of that day, how your lips brushed against his ever so softly and how much you wanted to just pull him down and link them in a soft kiss. 

And no matter how many months had passed since that moment, it still replayed in your head every time you closed your eyes to go to sleep, or whenever he’d speak to you; his raspy, low voice, made you feel dizzy just thinking about it. “Uhm…” Jisung poked your shoulder with his finger to try to catch your attention—as if he didn’t already have it. You hummed and turned your head to face him, eyes locked with his, trying to drink in as much of his beauty and warmness as you could. “I was just… I was wondering if you’ve already found someone to do the music theory project with?” he shyly asked, clearing his throat and strengthening his position when he noticed he was slouching.

You sank your teeth in your bottom lip and shook your head. “No, I’ve actually decided to, you know, do it on my own…” you mumbled, deciding to go for a half-truth instead of confessing that you were too shy to willingly interact with classmates if you had the option to do something on your own—including him, which you’d just recently acknowledged (or rather, accepted) you had a crush on, and you’d been trying to hint at it to him for quite a while now, but he was either too dense to catch your subtle advances or didn’t know how to reject you—you wholeheartedly hoped it wouldn’t be the latter.

 “Oh… Nevermind.” he tried to play it off cool, but Jisung’s disheartened tone revealed just how sad the news had made him. “I’ll just do it on my own as well then…” Jisung murmured lowly, taking his pen in hand and writing down some bullet points for the project he now had to do alone, the whole speech he’d worked hard to convince you to be in a group with him now out of the window.

“Oh.” your eyes lit up—that was your chance to make your move. You fought against your shyness, against your fear of rejection and worked up your courage, chewing your bottom lip before placing a hand on his shoulder, “Then, would you like to exchange numbers?” you asked with a big smile, the sudden crimson blush appearing on his ears and cheeks reassuring you that maybe, just maybe, he liked you as much as you liked him. “You know, if either of us need help with the project, since we’re on our own...” you explained with a tinge of nervousness in your tone when he stayed silent for some time, warmth spreading all over your body and heart skipping a beat when he gave you the biggest, brightest smile you’d ever seen on his features.

Jisung then handed you his phone. “I’d love that.”

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on my mind

on my mind — one shot request by anon [ masterlist ]

• han jisung x female reader.

• non idol au. roommates to lovers. mutual pining. drinking, mention of weed consumption, explicit language, explicit smut.

• smut warnings (spoilers ahead) — porn watching. handjob. oral sex (m receiving). thigh riding. fingering. use of "baby" pet name. protected sex.

• word count: 8.6k

You and Jisung are stressed over your upcoming exams. You need to clear your heads, but you can't find anything that works. That is, until Jisung suggests watching porn together.

• the prompt was friends "using" each other to take the stress out... I hope this will fill your expectations!! ♡

You slam your book closed, an annoyed sigh escaping your lips. 

You can’t do this anymore. 

You’ve been studying for hours. In fact, you’ve been studying for weeks preparing for those exams. Your eyes are about to melt, your body aching to move from your chair, your brain desperately seeking distraction. You’re sick of this. Sick of stressing yourself out, sick of only allowing yourself to think about what is in these books. The exams are still several days away and you’ll have time to fall back into your anxiety - for now, you deserve a break and you are going to take it.

Or you’re going to try. 

It’s not the first time you tell yourself that - take a break, you deserve it. You close your books and computer, full of resolve, and escape the confines of your room. Each time you end up just pacing the apartment, unable to focus on the movie you’ve put on or the game you’ve started. Once you made it outside for a walk, but you had no idea where to go and ended up walking in circles. Your brain is so preoccupied with your exams you can’t do much else. You wake up and it’s all you think about - and before you know it you collapse on the bed, exhausted.

As you hear someone knock on your door, you blink and realize you’ve been phasing out. You shake your head, slide a hand through your hair - it has gotten too long in the past few weeks - and clear your throat.

“Come in,” you say, your voice a little rusty. 

Jisung pokes his head in from behind the door. “Hey. You hungry?” 

At least you are not alone. Jisung is going through the same thing as you, so you promised each other to do what is necessary to stay sane. Remind the other to eat, for instance, and then eat the meals together, even if it is in complete silence. You’re also very open about your stress, and you force each other to go out or clear your head. If he wasn’t here, you have no idea how you would get through this. 

You hadn’t been sure about becoming Jisung’s roommate at the beginning of the year, but you didn’t regret your decision at all. Some of your friends had raised an eyebrow at you rooming up with a guy, but you trusted Jisung. You resembled each other in a few ways, but were different enough to keep the other on their toes. He was honest, hardworking, but also funny and open-minded. He bought your favorite snacks at the grocery store. He listened to you talk about your difficulties with building your thesis statements. He read your essay drafts and made useful feedback. He made fantastic homemade pizza. He was the best at impressions. He liked to braid your hair. Once he even restacked the pads when you were running low - that day you almost fell in love with him. 

Almost. 

You just had a stupid crush. Who wouldn’t? Jisung was not only kind and attentive, he was also incredibly handsome. Wavy dark hair that shone in the sun. A heart shaped smile that grew so big it swallowed your entire soul. Golden skin that was soft to the touch - you knew from applying a mask on him once. Wide shoulders, a lean and athletic body. You saw him do push ups in his room sometimes, or using the stationary bike you had in the living room. He wiped the sweat off his brow and gave you a smile, nodding his head to the beat of whatever song played in his headphones. 

But Jisung was your friend, first and foremost. Right now, and up until your exams, he was also your ally, your lifeline. You remember, a few weeks back, when you both sat down in front of a bowl of soup and intertwined your pinkies. 

We get through this together, you said.

Together, he repeated, his eyes deeply set in yours. 

Now he smiled gently at you, his mouth a thin line, his eyes wide open but red and glassy from exhaustion. 

“Yeah,” you sigh. “I can cook something, if you want.” 

“That’s ok, I got you,” he smiles. “Why don’t you rest? I’ll get you when it’s ready.” 

You feel something tug at your heartstrings. “Thanks, Ji.” 

With the sweetest smile, he gives you a little nod and disappears, carefully closing the door behind him. You breathe out in the silence, glancing back at your books. You could study a little while Jisung gets the food ready, but you are tempted to listen to him and lie down. A few minutes with your eyes closed couldn’t hurt. 

You drag your feet to your bed, which is luckily not very far, and make the mistake of going under the covers. Your sheets are soft, your comforter heavy. The dim light in your room and the muffled noises of Jisung getting busy in the kitchen are so soothing you slip away quickly. 

You wake up to a hand gently stirring you - you sit up in a jolt, blinking confusingly. 

“Shit, what time is it?” 

It feels like it’s been seconds and years. It’s definitely darker now, and your eyes are puffy with sleep, your skin a little tingly. You recognize Jisung’s silhouette in the darkness as he chuckles.

“I’m sorry to wake you up,” he whispers. “But you need to eat. Then you can go back to sleep, yeah?” 

“R-right. Yeah. Okay.” 

You throw open the covers and get out of bed, not even thinking about the fact that your hair must be a complete mess and your cheeks puffy with sleep. Jisung has seen you in worse states, anyway. You grab a hoodie as you follow him out of your room, one of your socks half slipped out from your foot. 

“It smells really good, Ji,” you comment as you head to the kitchen. 

He turns his head back to you with a smile. He’s wearing a red crewneck, gray sweatpants, and his slippers. You haven’t seen him out of such outfits recently, except for a few nights when he got dressed to go somewhere, but even then his style is always baggy. It’s for this reason you will never forget the one time he got dressed up for a date and wore a tighter shirt. That and the number of times you’ve seen him shirtless, of course. But that’s a whole other issue. 

“It’s nothing fancy,” he says, gesturing to you to sit down at the kitchen island. 

There is an actual table in the dining area, more than large enough for the both of you, but you rarely sit down there to eat. It usually serves as a storage area for random things like folded laundry, groceries, board games or books. Both of you prefer the kitchen island, perching atop the stools that you can twirl to your liking. Half the time you eat there, the other in the living room in front of the television. 

Catching the sight of your hair in the kitchen window, you pull your hoodie on the top of your head and look down at the plate Jisung places in front of you. It is nothing fancy - pasta with creamy sauce, with chopped green onions sitting on top of it, but it smells absolutely delicious and makes your stomach growl. 

“I think I’m drooling,” you state, glancing up at him. “I am so hungry, fuck.” 

Jisung laughs, sitting down next to you with his own plate. “Parmesan?”

“Yes, please.” 

He sprinkles some on your plate, and then on his, before you both start to eat in silence. There’s music playing on the speaker, a song you don’t recognize, and you ask Jisung about it. He tells you about this new band he’s discovered, and you quietly talk as you devour your plates. The sauce, smooth and peppery, is making your taste buds dance, and the food gives you a lot of energy. As you eat, the conversation gets more lively, and you suggest making coffee for dessert. Jisung agrees, and after you insist on doing the dishes first, he says he’ll wait for you in the living room. You hear the familiar song of a game he likes to play and get started on the dishes. As you put down the clean dishes in the drying rack, you sigh. 

A nap. Homemade food. Jisung’s smile. All of these things reassure you, and make you feel peaceful - so why is there such a tight knot at the bottom of your stomach? Why can’t it go away, even for just a few hours? 

You should study again after this.

Drink your coffee with your nose in your books.

You’re wasting valuable time. 

You shut your eyes tight, taking a deep breath as you dry your hands. 

When you sit down on the couch next to Jisung, near the edge of the cushion, not getting too comfortable, you put down his mug of coffee on the table and keep yours in your hands. He shoots you a quick glance. 

“Thanks.” 

You just smile back, a feeble attempt for one, but Jisung catches it. He glances back one more time, frowns. You wish you weren’t that easy to read. You wish you could take a deep breath and smile and he would believe it when you said you were fine. But you’ve never been very good at that. 

Still, Jisung says nothing. He pauses his game, turns the spoon in his coffee mug to mix in the milk. You just stare at yours, the black coffee almost staring back. 

“I should…” You hesitate for a second, then shake your head. “Yeah, I should get back to it.” 

You stand up quickly, hoping to be able to run away before Jisung says anything, but you feel his fingers close around your hand. You look down at him in surprise. He looks at you with wide eyes, looking confused and maybe even slightly annoyed. 

“Right now?” he says. “I thought you’d get some rest.” 

“I did,” you shrug, nibbling on your lower lip. “There’s too much to do, and…” 

“Y/N,” he stops you, shaking his head. “You need to take a break. We need to take a break.” 

You part your lips to retaliate, but Jisung removes his hand from yours and pats the couch. 

“Sit down, please.” 

His voice is low, a little rusty. You swallow, your mouth dry. If only your chest didn’t feel so empty, your heart would be pounding in your chest. 

“I know you’re anxious,” he tells you softly, playing nervously with his fingers. “I am, too. But aren’t you getting tired of, like… just stressing out?” 

You chuckle a little bitterly, looking at Jisung. The light of the television reflects on his skin, mixed with the orange glow of the lamp. The circles under his eyes are dark. His lips are chapped. His nose is still a little red from the cold he had last week. You feel a pang of longing. 

“Of course I am,” you sigh. “But we just have to get through it, right? We just need to make it there.” 

He nods. “I know, but I’m scared of what we’re losing in the process. It can’t be healthy to just study all the time like we do.” 

“What do you suggest, then?” 

He shrugs, leaning back into the couch. His hoodie skirts up his stomach a little as he stretches his arms. You catch a glimpse of skin, of an abdominal muscle. It almost makes your brain glitch. 

“I don’t know,” he breathes. “A distraction? Just for one night.” 

When he sees your hesitation, Jisung quickly continues. 

“I don’t mean dressing up and going outside and being social. Just the two of us, I mean. We can watch a movie, play games… get high.” 

That makes you smile. “We don’t have any more weed since the cookie disaster.” 

“Fuck, that’s right,” he laughs. “But it doesn’t matter. We just need to clear our heads, y’know? Think about something else. Be in denial about the exams. Like they’re not even going to happen.” 

You take a deep breath, still hesitant. Your heart desperately wants to say yes, but your brain is holding back. The voice in your head, telling you you shouldn’t. You don’t want it to whisper your guilt back to you all night. 

“Please, Y/N,” Jisung suddenly adds. There’s something in his voice that catches your attention. Sadness. Despair. “I don’t want to do it without you. We said we’d go through this together, right?” 

You shake your head, staring down at the pinkie finger he is now holding up between you. He’s playing with your heartstrings and he knows it, but you don’t blame him. It’s working too well. There’s not much you would refuse him, anyway - but you don’t tell him that. Instead you smile and wrap your pinkie around his. 

“Okay,” you say softly. “Let’s be in denial together.” 

Jisung grins and you laugh, hitting his arm. 

“It’s not fair that you used the wounded puppy eyes, by the way.” 

“I would never,” Jisung says, shaking his head. 

You take a careful sip of coffee, which is still a little too hot, but the warmth feels nice in your throat. Jisung grabs the second controller and presents it to you. 

“You want to join?” 

Although you are not very good at this game you agree, because you figure it will be a good way to start off the evening. As you pound on the buttons and try not to get Jisung killed in the game, you feel your shoulders relax. It doesn’t make the knot go away, but you do get a little giddy at the idea of not returning to your books tonight. That - and the perspective of spending the next hours with Jisung makes you a little more happy than it should. You already spend a lot of time together, so why would this evening be different? But it still feels like it. 

Once the coffees are empty and the campaign is over, you and Jisung settle on a movie you both wanted to see for a while. You settle on opposite sides of the couch as you usually do, but you end up stretching your legs so much your feet rest against Jisung’s legs, and he doesn’t complain. He even puts a warm hand on your ankle at some point, distracting you a little from the movie. 

The movie ends too quickly, and you end up in the kitchen cleaning the mugs and staring at each other. 

“What now?” you chuckle. “It’s still early. Unless you want to go to bed…”

“No way,” he replies. “I want to make this last as much as possible.”

He is looking at you as he says that, his hair sticking out behind his head because of the way he was slumped on the couch for the duration of the movie, and your heartbeat accelerates. You feel a hotness on the back of your neck and you rub it with your hand. 

“Then maybe we can… Take a walk? It’s not raining or anything.” 

“Snack run? Then we can find something else to watch.” 

“Sounds good.” 

You don’t bother getting changed because it’s dark outside and the grocery store is just around the corner. Besides, you live in a neighborhood that is mostly composed of other students, so two people in sweatpants and hoodies isn’t uncommon at all. After getting plenty of snacks, you head back towards your shared apartment, talking in calm voices. The streets are not too busy, and it’s only slightly chilly. You glance up at the sky, walking slowly, your hand brushing Jisung’s. 

At one point, you realize you are only talking about school and your exams, so Jisung shakes his head. 

“We are so bad at this whole ‘think about something else’ thing,” he laughs. 

You sigh. “We really are. God, this is hard.” 

“We need to find a really good distraction. Something that would really, really disconnect our brains, like…” 

He stops and you look at him with a frown. “Like what?” 

“I dunno,” he answers a little too quickly. “We have to find something, is what I’m saying.” 

“Yeah,” you agree in a whisper, glancing back at him curiously. 

You could swear he is blushing. 

“How about drinking?” he offers. “Not too much so we don’t get headaches, but a little. Being tipsy can maybe help us get inspiration.” 

“I like the idea,” you smile. 

Once you are back inside your apartment, your sneakers exchanged for slippers, you grab a bottle of soju from the fridge and fill two glasses. You and Jisung sit on the floor, backs leaning against the couch, and clink your glasses together. Jisung chooses a random movie on Netflix, and you watch it for a few minutes, unable to concentrate on it. After you’ve taken a few sips, you let out a sigh. 

“You know what would be easier? If we weren’t single.” 

Jisung arches an eyebrow. 

“I mean, we could just call them,” you explain. “Get laid. Get a massage. Make out for hours. That would be really good distraction.” 

“It would,” Jisung laughs. “Don’t you have someone you could call?”

“Like a fuck buddy?” you say. “Jisung, you seem to forget how excruciatingly single and bad at flirting I am.” 

“You can’t be worse than me,” he smiles, taking another sip from his glass. “Last time I tried to get laid I got stood up.” 

“She was a bitch,” you point out. 

Jisung shakes his head. “I thought personality doesn’t matter when it comes to hooking up.” 

“That’s not exactly true.” 

“Like you’re such a pro at this, huh?” 

You gasp at Jisung’s jab, shoving him with your elbow. “That was so mean!” 

“Sorry, sorry,” he laughs, holding his palms up. “I mean, if a massage would do it for you, I can try.” 

You scrunch your nose. “Nah, thank you. I’m actually not much of a massage person.” 

“How can you not be a massage person?!” 

You keep talking and laughing, watching the movie sometimes, and for a while, you think that you’ve actually succeeded at clearing your heads. You feel lighter, distracted. The alcohol and Jisung’s laugh help a lot. But eventually you breathe out and realize that the knot is still there. Insistent. It almost feels like it’s getting bigger. Beside you, you can feel that Jisung is the same. His shoulders are tense, and his eyes, while fixated on the screen, are not seeing anything. You’re a little tipsy so you grab the controller and press pause. 

“Ji, this isn’t working.” 

He turns towards you, looking sheepish. “I know. I’m sorry…” 

“We need something more drastic.” 

He gives you a little nod, and you squint. 

“What was the idea you had earlier?” 

His head shoots up and you can see panic in his eyes. “What? What idea?” 

“Don’t lie to me,” you tell him. “I know your idea face. You thought of something back there, when we were walking back.” 

And there it is - Jisung blushes again, shaking his head vehemently. “Oh. Oh, no. It wasn’t… It’s stupid. It’s not - I just mean it’s… No.” 

You turn your body completely towards his, drawing your knees against your chest. “Ji, come on. Tell me. I’m not going to judge.” 

He gives you a timid look, and empties his soju glass before he clears his throat. You do not know why, but your heart is pounding in your chest. 

Jisung breathes deeply. 

“I was just thinking, that when I need a distraction, like… When I really want to think about something else, I…” 

“Yes?” you encourage him. 

“I jerk off.” 

You stare back at him in shock. You should’ve expected this. You were an idiot not to catch it earlier on. It was a logical answer - and something you’ve tried yourself numerous times in the past couple of days. Slipping your fingers in your underwear, stimulating yourself. Watching porn. But when you did succeed at your orgasms, they always felt underwhelming. They never left you feeling appeased, just even more tense. 

“Oh,” you breathe out.

“I told you it was stupid! I shouldn’t have -” 

“It’s not stupid,” you shrug, and it’s your turn to empty your glass. 

You’re not drunk. You’re just a little tipsy. It’s not barely enough to have this kind of conversation with your roommate - one you have a huge crush on - but it will have to do. You want Jisung to feel comfortable with you. And it’s nothing to be embarrassed of, right? That’s what people always say. So why is talking about it so hard, why is your heart pounding, why is the thought of Jisung jerking off turning you on so goddamn much?

Jisung blinks at you. “It’s not?” 

“Of course not,” you smile a little nervously. “I… I do it too, when I want to relax.” 

He visibly gulps, but you take it as embarrassment. 

“Don’t we all?” you add, a little nervously. 

He nods quickly, maybe a little too enthusiastically. Your cheeks are hot, horribly hot. You need some air. You need another drink. Ten, even. 

“I mean, if you want some time alone…” 

“No, no, that’s not what I meant,” Jisung says. “I just, I mean, you know my friend Minho?” 

You nod. “Yeah, why?” 

“He told me about one time, he and his friend, I mean they were dating so it’s not the same, but they - hm, they… They watched porn together.” 

It feels like you can barely breathe. Did it suddenly get very warm in your living room? Because your skin feels like it’s on fire and neither you or Jisung can look at each other directly. 

“People really do that?” you say in a weak voice. 

“Apparently,” Jisung chuckles nervously. “He said it was really fun, so… Yeah, I don’t know why I thought about that.” 

There’s a short silence as you try to make sense of what Jisung is telling you. Is he just telling an anecdote, or is he asking for something? If you agree, will he think you’re crazy or weird? Maybe he’s just sharing. You decide there’s not much to lose. If you are misunderstanding, you can just laugh and pretend you’re joking. 

Your voice is gentle, not very assumed. “You… you want us to watch porn together?” 

Jisung shoots you a very panicked look and for a second you think you’ve just made a huge fool of yourself. But he opens his mouth and stammers out a yes. 

“C-could be fun, I guess?” he adds. 

You breathe out, your heart beating so fast you are sure Jisung can hear it. Surely, he can hear it. How terrified you are terrified at the prospect of watching porn with him. How much you never would’ve thought this could happen. How much you want to do it now. 

“We really don’t have to, it’s just a stupid idea, and -”

“Okay,” you whisper. 

Jisung looks at you. “R-really?” 

“Sure, why not,” you say more decisively, giving him a tight nod. “We can comment on it and everything. Could be fun. I mean, it’s just porn, right? We watch it all the time.” 

You realize your mistake too late, your smile faltering on your lips.

“I - I mean, I do, not all the time, but sometimes, like all people do, and…” 

“You heard me that time, didn't you?” Jisung sighs, slamming his palm against his forehead. 

You can’t hold back a smile this time - a genuine one. Jisung groans as you bite your lip, trying to hold back your laughter. 

“Just say it,” he sighs. 

“I heard you that time.” 

Jisung’s head drops forward in his hands and you chuckle, your shoulders shaking. 

“It’s okay, Ji, it’s not -” 

“The ONE time!” he cries out, looking up at you. You love the smile on his face, both embarrassed and amused, horrified and shy. “The one time I forget to plug in my headphones… I realized too late…” 

“It’s fine,” you repeat, not thinking, and place a hand on his thigh to squeeze it briefly. “It’s just porn, Ji. And I know you’re into hentai, so don’t be ashamed, please. I like it too.” 

Jisung looks at you like his brain is short-circuiting. “You - what - how do you know that?” 

“I was in the room with you and Minho that time you talked about it, remember?” You smile. “Also, it’s the second time his name comes up in our conversation about porn, this is getting weird.” 

Jisung shrugs. “Eh, the man is shameless. But you’re right, I remember now. God, that is embarrassing.” 

“It isn’t,” you smile, twirling your empty glass in your hand. You don’t want to drink anymore - this is already too much adrenaline for you. “I just confessed I’m into it, too. Do you think that’s weird?” 

“Not at all. I think that’s… hot.” 

You smile, feeling your cheeks burn, but you do not know what to answer. Instead, you fill your lungs with air and gather your courage. 

Jisung is observing his nails very carefully. 

“So, shall we?” you say, trying to sound confident.

Jisung glances up at you, searching your eyes for an instant. You guess he must be looking for hesitation, or trying to figure out if you really want this or are doing it just to please him, so you just smile calmly, although you’re unable to hold back your nervousness. 

“Let’s do it,” he answers with a sharp nod.

For good measure, you each pour yourself another drink, and Jisung gets his laptop to plug it so the browser is projected on the television. You wrap your arms around your legs, looking up nervously at the screen. Jisung’s fingers hover over the keyboard. 

“S-so, is there a website you like?” he asks.

“Hm,” you answer, letting out a shaky breath. “Not really. You can go to the one you usually go to. If you’re okay with that.”

“Sure,” Jisung breathes. 

It takes him a few more seconds but he eventually types in a website and you let out a giggle as the welcome page pops up on the screen. 

“What?” 

“It’s just - it’s also the one I use,” you admit, and Jisung grins.

“Really? I like this one because of the categories. They’re a little unusual but so much fun for discovering new stuff.” 

“And the mobile site is so well made,” you add with enthusiasm. “Not like other websites which are impossible to navigate on your phone…” 

“Ugh, tell me about it.” 

You laugh, relieved that this is already easier than you thought it would be. Of course, you haven’t actually put on any porn yet, but at least you are learning to speak of it more or less comfortably. 

A short silence follows as Jisung scrolls up and down the page, and you glance at the thumbnails. Schoolgirls. Medieval fantasy. Monsters. After a minute, Jisung lets out a sigh. 

“I guess we just have to choose one,” he says. 

You bite your lip. “Type in Labyrinth in the search bar.” 

Jisung looks at you, but he still does it. You point out the thumbnail you recognize, feeling almost dizzy. 

“I like this one,” you say in a very soft voice. “The story’s actually really good.” 

“O-okay.” 

Taking a sharp breath, Jisung clicks on the link and the video opens up. He puts it on full screen, and it feels different to watch it on the television. You roll your arms around yourself, feeling terribly shy, and Jisung sits on the couch  next to you - at a reasonable distance, of course. You clink your glasses together and take a sip of soju. 

It’s not so bad at first. There’s an actual story to this video that you enjoy, but you know it doesn’t last that long. You are terrified of what Jisung might say, that he might laugh at you, but you try your best not to overthink everything. As the sex scenes are coming closer, you realize you have not yet exchanged a word and there is still the embarrassing issue of actually getting turned on. You really haven’t thought this through, you think to yourself as the characters start to undress each other. 

Oh, God. 

Kisses. Fondling. The wet sounds of the guy’s fingers slipping into the girl’s dripping folds. You breathe in slowly - but there’s a reason you love this video. It really pushes your buttons, so you can’t help but feel your walls clench around nothing. You should think about something else. You can’t focus too much on this. But you’re already getting wet and your eyes can’t leave the screen because if they do, they’ll inevitably fall on Jisung.

Your friend. Your roommate. Your crush. Who is sitting next to you, watching your favorite porn video with you. Oh, God. 

On the screen, the guy buries his head in between her legs. Licks her wetness as she moans his name. The images are one thing - the sounds are another. 

You’re burning up, pushing your thighs together, trying to stay discreet. 

As the girl’s pleasure builds, the subtitles translate her moans for you. Wanted this for so long, your tongue feels so good buried in me. That’s when you feel Jisung move beside you. Your eyes are instinctively drawn to him, and you catch a glimpse of his parted mouth, his red cheeks, his hazy eyes. 

He has his legs propped up against him. You wonder if he’s as turned on as you. Maybe not. Maybe this isn’t doing it for him.

You focus back on the screen as the girl comes, squirting around the guy’s face. He chuckles, and asks her to suck his cock. She bends down to do it, and Jisung breathes out sharply. 

“The- the animation’s really good,” he says weakly, and you are quick to nod.

“Yeah, right? The movements are really smooth,” you comment. 

Jisung smiles nervously. “Yeah. I - I like it.” 

You want to keep talking, but you don’t know what to say. The questions that burn the tip of your tongue cannot be asked, not really, not right now. You and Jisung are friends who watch porn together. You are not involved. You are not dating. This is just a distraction. 

But now you are horny as fuck and getting tense. You need to relieve the pressure between your legs or you will go crazy. You can already feel your mind buzzing. 

The girl is giving the guy a sloppy blowjob. He is groaning loudly, which is something you like about this video, and she hums in pleasure. 

“The voice acting isn’t that bad, right?” you say. “I like it when we can hear the guy, too.” 

“You do?” Jisung asks. “I thought girls didn’t like hearing us.” 

“Oh my God, it’s literally the opposite,” you chuckle. “Hearing the guys groan and moan is the hottest thing ever.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, Ji. Be as vocal as possible, I promise it’s going to make them come quicker.” You shrug. “I mean, I can’t speak for everyone. But it would do it for me.” 

Jisung nods, and you both turn back to the screen just in time for the guy plunging his cock deep inside his partner, making her gasp in pleasure. The squelching noises are turned up, and she is visibly dripping all around him, precum and juices staining the sheets of the bed. 

Yes, fuck me deep, your cock is so big, oh my god! 

You close your eyes, shifting your hips in a desperate attempt to rub yourself against something, but there’s nothing to do - your cunt is just throbbing, and you can feel your slick drenching your underwear. You’re so hot, you want to remove your hoodie, but you also can’t move. 

You lose track of time a little when Jisung’s voice reaches your ears. 

“S-sorry,” he says in a breathy voice. “I can’t help it.” 

You glance at him and notice he has stretched his legs. His gray sweatpants hide absolutely nothing of his erection and you stare at the outline of his cock, hard and thick. You could moan out loud at the mere sight, but by miracle you are able to hold it in. You had noticed Jisung was, let’s say, well equipped, but you did not expect this. 

“I’m so sorry,” he mumbles. 

“It’s fine,” you whisper, shaking your head, finally looking up at him. “I’m really wet, too.” 

Jisung’s cock twitches under his pants and he closes his eyes sharply. “Fuck, don’t tell me that.” 

“S-sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry. Fuck. I’m sorry.”

You don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the porn on the television, your own arousal, your repressed crush for Jisung or the sight of his stiff cock, but you’re unable to think straight and the words come out of your mouth unprovoked.

“Ji, do you… do you want some help?” 

The thought that you could actually touch him makes your mouth water. You’ve thought about it before, wrapping your hands around him. Closing your lips around his length. Licking him clean. Maybe it’s not as impossible as you thought. Maybe you aren’t that foolish to think it could happen.

Jisung stammers for a few seconds because he gulps. “A-are you really asking?” 

You nod faintly. “I can jerk you off.” 

He stares at you, mouth open. “I mean - If - if- if you’d like it.”  He seems to catch himself, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “You don’t have to, Y/N, it’s…” 

“I don’t mind,” you answer. “I - I’d like it, but only if you want to.” 

“R-right. Hm, okay. But only if you’re sure…” 

You just shuffle closer to him, kneeling beside his body. His smell overwhelms you, so him, his cologne and his soap, soju and candy, and your hands are shaking as you reach for his pants. You hesitate, though, realizing what you are about to do. You’re scared he doesn’t really want this, you’re scared of what it will change, but before you can start to doubt too much, Jisung slides down his sweatpants and takes his cock out himself. 

“H-here.” 

He holds it up for you although he wouldn’t have to. He is so hard it looks painful, veins bulging, slightly curved, pre-cum glistening at the tip. You bite your lip, pressing your legs together, and you’re sitting so close to Jisung you feel his breath in your hair. 

You reach out and wrap your fingers around his cock. It’s warm and pulsating, and Jisung lets out a whimper. You move your hand upwards and downwards, getting used to him, barely seeing the porn that is still ongoing on the screen. All you hear are moans and the wet sounds of fucking and kissing, and it helps you not think too much about what is happening, like it’s not real, like it’s part of the porn. Your fingers slide up to his tip, smearing the pre-cum over Jisung’s cock, and you jerk your hand a little faster.

Jisung lets out a choked moan and his forehead falls against the side of your head. His arm slides around your body, holding you close, the other resting on the couch, gripping the fabric. 

“F-fuck, ah, ah, fuck,” he whispers in your ear, and the sound is like the sweetest music. 

Is Jisung enjoying this? You giving him a handjob while watching porn? This can’t be real. This is the hottest thing you've ever done.

“Is that okay?” you ask him softly. 

“F-feels p-perfect,” he grunts, bucking his hips against your hand. “Y/N…” 

The sound of your name draws a shaky breath from your lips, and your other hand grabs his thigh, squeezing it a little. You try to remain steady, intoxicated by the sounds coming from the television, Jisung’s noises, his cock around your hand, him fucking your palm. 

“I’m n-not going to last,” Jisung whimpers, and you slide up your other hand to cup his balls. That draws a loud grunt from his lips. “Fuck, Y/N!” 

“Hold on,” you whisper, feeling drunker than if you had emptied a bottle of soju by yourself. “I want to suck you off.” 

It might be your only chance. You want to make this moment last - so you have something to think about, the next time your roommate comes into your mind. The next time you dream about Jisung being yours. The next time you tell yourself there is no way he can like you back. You can at least let him go knowing he’s come once around your hands, around your lips. 

“Y-you sure?” 

You nod, shuffling back on the couch a little, bending forward so your lips come into contact with his cock. Jisung buries his fingers in your hair, pulling them together to keep them away from your face. You kiss his tip, your right hand still moving, your left holding his balls. 

“Holy fuck, Y/N… This feels incredible… I’m not…” 

“Just let go, Ji,” you whisper, perhaps a little too tenderly.

You wrap your mouth around his cock, taking him in. You glance up to see his eyes roll back. You’re pretty sure the sex scene is over on the screen, because people are talking, but neither of you are paying any attention. You bob your head, licking every inch of him, and Jisung thrusts his hips slowly, fucking your mouth gently. 

“I’m gonna blow, fuck, please, ah - ah, FUCK -” 

He comes quickly and suddenly, his cum filling your mouth, salty and warm. His cock keeps throbbing between your lips, and Jisung is breathing heavily, his fingers still resting in your hair, all tangled. You take the time to lick him clean, gently, carefully. 

When you sit up, his hand slides down your arm to your leg, and you look at him. He’s not moving, head thrown back, his hair over his slightly sweaty face, his clothes in disarray. 

This is a sight you’ll never forget. 

A taste you’ll never forget. 

You feel something tighten in your chest. 

You’ve fallen so hard for him. 

“Y/N…” he breathes after a few seconds, raising his head to look at you. 

His hands reach for you, and you let him. His hand grazes your cheek, the other gripping your own. You slide your fingers in between his, feeling a little shy. 

“That was unreal,” he breathes, leaning in towards you. 

He doesn’t kiss you, neither does he hug you - he just presses his body against yours, pressing his lips against your hair. It’s such a tender gesture you feel your heart swell in your chest and you ache for touch. You don’t expect anything. You want to run away to touch yourself, to fuck yourself thinking of him, but you don’t want to leave his warmth. 

“Come here,” he whispers. “It’s your turn.” 

Your heart skips a beat. You want to tell him he doesn’t have to, but he’s already wrapping his arms around you, bringing you closer. You end up on his lap, and instinctively you guide your legs so you straddle one of his legs, your core flush on his thigh. 

The pressure, despite the layers of clothing, draws a moan from between your lips and you dig your fingers in his skin. 

“Jisung…” 

“Does that feel good?” he asks in a whisper.

When you nod, Jisung raises his thigh a little, applying more pressure on your cunt, and the wave of pleasure makes you arch your back and grind against him. 

“Don’t hold back,” he breathes as you start to roll your hips. “Like you told me. Just let go.”

He places a hand on the small of your back, accompanying you in your movements. He breathes in your neck, warming up and tickling your skin, your cunt clenching tighter and tighter. His thigh is tense, pressing against all the right places, and you can’t stop moaning. 

You push yourself up a little, pressing a hand against his chest, and you want to get rid of all those clothes, and feel him under your skin, but you can’t stop moving, and you are so close to coming.

Jisung is breathing hard against you, pushing his leg upwards, his hands massaging your waist, helping you move as you ride his thigh. “That’s it, baby…” 

The nickname alone almost ends you.

He kisses your collarbone and you think you might explode. “You sound so good. I’m so fucking obsessed with you,” he says. 

The words take your breath away. You shudder, your fingers squeezing his as you roll your hips a little slower. “You - what?” 

It’s like he doesn’t hear you. “Baby, please, can I make you cum?” 

You just nod, his words echoing in your mind, unable to be truly grasped as your orgasm builds up. His hand slides down your pants and he pushes his fingers under your panties, pressing them against your wetness. You let out a moan at the direct contact, feeling your body jolt. 

“You’re so wet,” Jisung groans in your ear. 

You can’t bring yourself to speak. You’re already so close to your climax that when Jisung starts to circle your clit, pushing his fingers in between your folds, it only takes a few seconds for you to come undone, breathing out his name. It feels like a tidal wave, like a power surge, like everything you have dreamed of. You feel him smile, his fingers teasing you until you have to grab his wrist and pull them away. 

“S-sensitive,” you chuckle, unable to open your eyes, feeling drained. 

He nods with a soft laugh. You can feel against your leg that he’s hard again, but he doesn’t do anything. He just looks at you as you try to steady your breathing, your legs trembling. You don’t want to move - he is so warm next to you. But eventually, you realize the position you are in, and so you slide off him. Jisung helps you, his hands guiding you back on the couch beside him. 

You feel breathless, like you’ve just ran a marathon. Once your eyes are able to focus, you stare at the screen without really seeing it. You try to grasp what has just happened. You wonder what’s next. You are afraid.

“Y/N…” 

Jisung’s voice reaches your ears but you can’t bring yourself to look at him. What now? Can you stay roommates? Can you even stay friends? Your heartbeat accelerates and you sit up on the couch, suddenly feeling antsy. 

“I - I should… I need to go to the bathroom.” 

“Y/N, wait -” 

You know it’s unfair, but you ignore him and quickly walk away. You close the bathroom door, breathing out. And then the oddest thing happens.

You smile. 

You giggle in surprise, putting your fingers to your lips. Fuck, you can’t stop smiling. You should be nervous, you should be terrified. But none of those feelings are lasting - you are only smiling like an idiot. Jisung’s words resonate in your head. I’m so fucking obsessed with you. 

Sometimes things need to change. Sometimes they should. Sometimes they are meant to. 

When you open the bathroom door again, Jisung is waiting for you on the other side. His big eyes are filled with worry, pleading, and fear. 

“Y/N, please, listen -” 

You don’t think. You just kiss him. 

Jisung does not move at first, and when you take a step back, your cheeks burning up, he stares at you with shock. 

“What are you -” 

“I like you,” you blutter out. “I like you a lot.” 

It takes another second, but Jisung’s lips curve into a smile. His eyes do not leave yours, but the light in them changes. Soon his heart-shaped grin makes your heart swell in your chest, and he’s picking you up in his arms and kissing you again. 

You push him gently against the wall. “Please touch me again.” 

You guide his hands on your waist, and he breathes hard in your mouth. 

“I like you so much,” Jisung says, and his lips brush against your ear, making you breathe out. “I have such a massive crush on you. Never let myself act on it… I was too scared, you know.” 

“I know,” you whisper back. “Me too.”

“I like everything about you,” he whispers. “Your laugh. Your passion. Your smell. Your skin… Fuck, you’re so gorgeous. You don’t have any idea how beautiful you are. How fucking sexy.” 

You part your mouth wider, and he pushes his tongue against yours, playing with it, his teeth teasing your lips. His hard cock is pressing against you, making you crave him again, and you want to feel him inside of you, so deep you can never be separated again. 

“Can I take you back to my room?” he asks in between two kisses. “I want to fuck you in my bed.” 

You feel yourself throbbing and you can’t hold back a moan as you nod.

It happens fast - Jisung takes your hand and guides you to his room. You’re pretty sure the porn is still playing on the television back in the living room, but who cares? You only have eyes for Jisung.

You know his room so well. The smells, the colors. The desk, the blankets, the clothes. The stickers on the window. Yet it all looks different as you step inside holding Jisung’s hand. He draws you close, bringing you back into a kiss. You collapse against him, letting him guide you to his bed.

He lifts you like you’re a feather, laying you down, his body above yours. Jisung is quick to cover your neck with kisses, his wet lips smearing saliva on your skin. He removes your hoodie, palms your breasts, who are only covered by a tank top.  

“Fuck, those tits…” 

You can hardly breathe, loving each of his caresses. The sheets smell so much like him it’s almost overwhelming. After removing the rest of your clothes, he spends a long time kissing and licking your breasts, playing with your nipples, drawing hisses and moans from your lips. After a while you whimper in protest, because your walls are begging for him.

“Ji, please…” 

His mouth breaks into a grin, and he comes back to push his lips against yours. He kisses you surprisingly tenderly, and you moan against his mouth, because this feels so right, so true. His fingers stroke your hair, your cheek, and your hands travel down his back and then upwards, lifting his crewneck. He removes it, and you arch your back against him, your nipples pressed against his chest, his lips ardently seeking yours. 

Soon he is naked too, and as he keeps kissing you, his cock teases your wetness. From his shuddered breathing, you know he can’t wait much longer, and you squeeze his arm, hoping he understands your signal. It seems like he does, because he sits up a little, leaning towards his bedside table to open a drawer. He fumbles inside of it, muttering nonsense, until he finally pulls out a condom. You giggle and Jisung laughs with you, and you feel warmer than you ever have. 

Once Jisung has safely put on the condom, he guides his cock against your entrance and glances at you. 

“Can I - I mean - You sure?” 

“Yes,” you nod. 

You wish you could look at his length disappearing inside of you, just because you’ve desired it so much, but once Jisung enters you, your head falls back on the pillow. He goes slow, leaving you time to adjust, stopping when you breathe a little more sharply. It takes a minute, but eventually he fills you up, and you wrap your arms around him, breathing out. 

“Are you okay?” 

You nod. “Sorry. It’s just been a while.” 

“There’s no rush,” he tells you softly. “We can go slow.” 

You smile, pulling him into a kiss. 

“Just tell me if it’s too much,” he breathes in your ear. 

He starts to move, thrusting his hips carefully. Your body recovers quickly, though, and soon you can shift your hips alongside his, easing his movements. He fucks you gently and deeply, sending shivers up your spine, and you’ve certain you’ve never had sex like this. You breathe together, move together, moan together. 

You take your time, your orgasm rising slowly and surely. You dig your fingers in his skin, shudder when you hear him grunt. You shift positions after some time, so that your legs can be wrapped more easily around his waist, and he’s so deep inside of you that you feel your walls throb with pleasure. 

“J-just like that,” you whisper to him. “Fuck, I’m coming…” 

“I can feel you,” he whimpers. “Come, baby, I’m so close too…” 

You cry out in his neck, the sound slightly muffled, and Jisung follows you seconds afterwards. You feel every throb of his release. You’re still shivering as he looks down in panic. 

“Fuck, I’m - I’m sorry, I didn’t pull out…” 

“It’s okay,” you reassure him. “There’s the condom, and I take the pill…” 

He still looks worried so you kiss him, feeling at peace. You are safe, you feel safe. Jisung eventually relaxes, and after throwing away the condom, he slumps on the bed beside you, snuggling his head in the crook of your neck. His fingers brush your cheek to put a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“I want to make you cum every day,” he says gently. “With my fingers, my mouth, my cock.” 

“Hmm,” you smile. “I like that idea.”

“Yeah?” he grins. “I want to sleep next to you. See your face in the morning, the sunshine against your cheeks… Your arms wrapped around me.” 

With every sentence he places a kiss, making you sleepy and perfectly awake at the same time, your mind consumed by the images he draws. 

“I want to keep cooking for you. Make you smile. Drive you to the dentist…”

“Jisung, you don’t have a car,” you laugh.

“I’ll get one. And I want to get rid of those fucking doors between us.” 

“Jisung.” 

You open your eyes, grab his face so he looks at you in the eyes. 

“Will you kiss me?” 

Jisung pushes your hair away from your face and does exactly that.

Some time later, you smile. 

You have not drawn the curtain yet, so the moonlight penetrates the window, illuminating the room in soft blues. You graze your nose against Jisung’s chest, listening to him breathe. He’s slowly falling asleep beside you, the covers drawn over your naked bodies.

“Hey, you know what? It worked. I haven’t thought about studying all night,” you whisper to him. 

You hear him chuckle. “Hm. I don’t even know what you’re referring to. My head is completely empty.” 

“So is mine,” you say with a laugh, planting a kiss on his warm skin. “I can’t even remember what day of the week this is.” 

“I can only think about you,” Jisung replies, stroking your hair. “I like you a lot.” 

“Me too, Ji. Me too.” 

I'm so sorry for not updating as much as I used to. I hurt my shoulder pretty bad and couldn't write for a while, and now my head won't let me.

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[mykie-min]

The Haze

Jisung x Thick female reader

Word count: 4.6K

Synopsis: You call your friend Jisung and ask him to smoke with you after having a terrible week.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! A little idiots to lovers for you all! We're already half way through another thick reader series! How? Thank you all for always being so supportive of this series and my writing in general. If you enjoy this one please reblog, like, comment, jump in my asks, your feedback fuels me! As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Casual drug use/pot smoking (it centers around it quite a bit), cursing/strong language, pet names (gorgeous, pretty etc), dry humping, protected piv sex, choking/breath play, oral (m receiving), cum eating/cum shot, masterbation/guided masturbation (m&f), slight Jisung dom/MC sub dynamic. I think that's all but if I ever miss anything please let me know and I'll add it asap!

You were not a stoner. You weren’t even a social pot smoker but every now and then, after a particularly bad week, you would call your friend Jisung and ask him to get you stoned. Not that he was a pothead either but he always had something set back in case of a party or, like today, you needing to unwind. This week your boyfriend broke up with you in the most heinous way and you cried in the bathroom at work at least once a day. You needed to turn your brain off for a minute, you needed to get high, you called Jisung.  

“Heyyy!! What’s up gorgeous!” Was what you heard when he answered. Jisung was sweet, he always called you little nick names like that and it made you smile. You were bigger and a little self-conscious about it and Jisung always seemed to know when you needed a compliment. It made you smile this time too but only momentarily and then you sighed. 

“Hey Ji...” He could hear how down you sounded. 

“What’s wrong?” He was concerned immediately. You sighed again trying to fight off tears while also trying not to think about every horrible thing your ex had said to you. 

“Can I come over and smoke with you?” His heart broke a little. You sounded really upset and he knew you only smoked when life had been too rough to handle. 

“That bad?”  

“I... I can explain everything when I get there.” You sighed again.  

“No no you don’t have to explain anything to me beautiful. Of course you can come over and smoke, I’ll unlock the front door and just walk in when you get here okay?” 

“Okay Ji, thanks.” You could hear his smile in his voice. 

“Really it’s nothing. I’ll see you soon, bye!” You hung up with Jisung and tossed on some comfy clothes, a pair of sweats, a cropped band t shirt, zip up hoodie and slides then you hopped in your car and drove to Jisung’s place. When you got there you let yourself in and Jisung was sitting on the couch in his living room watching anime. When he saw that you had walked in he paused it. 

“Hey you made it!” He got up and gave you a hug squeezing your soft body with his strong arms. Jisung was always warm, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and when you rested your head on one, he held on to you understanding that you needed a little skinship. Jisung was one of your best friends and he was affectionate and sweet, he rubbed your back up and down, holding you for a moment. 

“You wanna talk about it.” You shook your head and nuzzled into his warmth a little more. 

“Not really...but... TLDR Chase broke up with me. He said he felt that I was ‘letting myself go already’ and that ‘we should see other people’, which I assume means he already has been. He said other things but that was the gist of it.” You got a little choked up at the end and Jisung squeezed you tighter. 

“I haven’t even gained any weight...” You said softly fighting tears, embarrassed and upset that the body you already weren’t confident in was the reason your ex gave you for leaving. 

“Fuck that guy, you look great, and so what if you had gained weight. Shit like that doesn’t matter if you love someone.” You nodded quietly against Jisung’s shoulder 

“He’s fucking idiot...and... and a verb!” You giggled a little. 

“A verb? Sungie what are you talking about?” 

“Chase, it’s a verb. Who wants to date a verb and not even a very good one. I can think of a hundred other verbs that are so much better than Chase.” Jisung finally managed to get a genuine laugh out of you. 

“We should smoke and forget about that dick head. What do you say?” You nodded as your laughter died down to a chuckle and Jisung could feel you smiling against his shoulder. Good, he thought. He loved your smile. He let go and offered you a seat. 

“Here sit there, it’s warm I was just sitting there.” You giggled and sat down in his spot. Jisung sat next to you and pulled out a joint. 

“I took the liberty and prepared this on your way over.” You didn’t think you’d ever been so ready to smoke and just relax, slow down. 

“I could kiss you! I’m so glad you have that ready.” Jisung puckered up and made a cute kissy face at you, leaning in pointing at them. 

“Well come on then ppoppo!” You laughed pushing at his firm pecks to stop him. 

“Light that you goofball.” He gave you his big toothy smile and pulled out his lighter, flicking it and lighting the joint. He inhaled then passed it to you and you took a drag. You unzipped your hoodie and sat back. Jisung couldn’t help but notice how good you looked, that crop top showing a flash of your bra underneath. What was that Chase guy even thinking? Jisung thought your body was perfect, ideal even. He’d flirted with you for years but you always shot him down so he assumed you only wanted to be friends.  

In your defense it wasn’t like you were trying to shoot him down, you just thought he was being nice when he said the things he said. You didn’t think someone like Jisung would go for.... well a big girl like you but when Jisung called you gorgeous it’s because he thought you were gorgeous. Even sitting there now on his sofa, wearing sweats and a t-shirt, just regular lounge wear but you were beautiful. You sat up and passed the joint back to Jisung. 

“Got any new playlists?” Jisung inhaled again and held it, nodding his head then blowing out the smoke. 

“Yea actually, here take this...” He passed the joint back to you and ran to get his laptop. Jisung’s job was in the music industry, so he always had the inside scoop on the new stuff coming out. You and Jisung finished smoking the joint while you listened to the first few songs of his new playlist. You were starting to feel better, calmer. Your head was the fun kind of fuzzy and the muscles of your body felt so relaxed. Then you heard the beginning of a song that you actually knew. 

“Oh my god I love this song.” Jisung was more than a little surprised. It was pretty new and not the type of music he thought you listened to. He’d forgotten it was even on the playlist. 

“Really?! You know this song?! Are you sure?” You were feeling good now. You jumped up took off your hoodie and threw it on the couch. 

“YES!” You started to dance and sing along as the lyrics began. 

“Don’t look at me like that, ohh unless you really like that, you know my body I don’t have time to waste oh no...” To say that Jisung was utterly shocked would still be an understatement. One. You could actually flow. Two, he’d never pegged you for a raunchy bump and grind r&b type and three, you had started to move your full body to the beat as you went on reciting the lyrics perfectly while he struggled to breathe. 

“If I seduce you bae, will you come take the bait? Is you gon’ do that thing, that makes me wanna say, got me like ooh...” You rolled your soft body along and Jisung’s mouth was dry, he wasn’t sure if it was from the weed or you. 

“She wanna ride me while she smoke weed, she said keep your chains on while you choke me...” Jisung was trying to be a good friend and not get a boner at the sight of you moving your curvy body and singing such provocative things, that line about choking definitely not helping, he was only a man, flesh and blood and your ass was swaying eye level. He watched hypnotized until the song ended and he snapped out of it as you slunk back down on the couch with a smile. 

“I think that would be so much fun to try...” You said not really thinking. Your filter had kind of gone out the window as soon as you jumped up and started dancing. Jisung’s eyes shot over to you laying back on the couch. 

“What? What would?” You looked over at him and saw the way he was looking at you wide eyed. You sat up straighter realizing what you’d just admitted out loud and you started to feel a little self-conscious. You pulled your zip up hoodie back on covering yourself. 

“Nothing never mind forg-” You just wanted to drop it before you made a complete ass of yourself. 

“What would y/n?” Jisung wasn’t dropping it. Not if you were saying what he thought you were saying. 

“I... well... you know have sex and smoke weed at the same time. My body is always buzzing after I smoke so I can only imagine it would heighten the experience.” Jisung’s dick was definitely hard now. He fidgeted in his seat trying to make sure it wasn’t obvious. 

“And... you’d like to try that some time, with... uh someone?” Jisung swallowed hard, his Adams apple bobbing and you nodded shyly. You couldn’t believe you were telling Jisung this. The two of you never talked about sex or preferences or anything like that before, so this was all new territory and you were a little embarrassed. You weren’t sure exactly why he even was asking you this. When you looked at him again, Jisung looked as nervous as you and then cleared his throat. 

“Uh.... would you... I mean... would you... want... to... do that with me?” Your jaw dropped. Was he... did he... hold on. 

“Jisung... I’m sure it would be a lot of fun...” He was already feeling the sting of rejection and like an absolute ass for suggesting it. You’d always ignored his other advances, why would you suddenly want to fuck him just because of some lyrics? 

“I really like you Ji... a lot... more than I probably should... more than a friend. I just don’t think I’m in the right head space to handle casual sex right now, not after the things Chase said and especially not... well not with a guy I have deeper feelings for.” Wait a minute, feelings? Deeper? 

“You have feelings for me?!” You hesitated. Your mouth was betraying you left and right. You started biting your lip but you had already admitted it so you nodded. Jisung couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 

“y/n I flirt with you all the time! You always shy away. I thought you didn’t like me!” Now you couldn’t believe your ears. 

“I thought you were just being sweet!” Jisung shook his head trying to get it on straight. 

“y/n I’m crazy about you and if we ever did anything it would be anything but casual for me.” Your brain was lagging from the weed and you were struggling to keep up with what Jisung was saying. Your filter was still not working also. 

“Why would someone as beautiful as you want to be with someone that looks like me?!” Your ex’s words still echoed in your head and came flying out of your mouth. Jisung’s face scrunched up and he turned his whole body towards you, sitting on one of his legs, letting the other dangle off the couch. 

“First off don’t say things like that. y/n not that it really matters, because you are kind, funny, and smart as fuck, and that’s enough but you’re also the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.” You shook your head and looked down at your hands in your lap feeling underserving of such feelings from such a beautiful man inside and out. 

“Jisun-” You stopped talking when he tilted your chin to look at him in the eyes. His big sparkling brown eyes. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked as his eyes flicked down looking at your lips, his hands sliding your zip up hoodie off again. 

“Y-yes...” He pressed his lips against yours, then pulled away and looked at you. You were flushed, hot, he pressed his lips to yours again more forcefully and this time your hands rested against his jaw and neck and his cupped your face. He pecked your lips over and over again then his lips parted and his teeth nibbled and his tongue invaded your mouth, forcing a breathy moan from you. Jisung’s arms wrapped around your squishy midsection and pulled you over onto his lap as he sat with his back against the couch again, one juicy thick thigh on each side of him. You pulled away from the kiss to protest. 

“No no Ji I’m too heavy...” He grabbed hand fulls of your big ass and made you sit down on his lap completely. 

“There’s no weight limit on this ride beautiful so sit down.” You’d never heard him say anything like that before, it made you flush with arousal.  

“Ji!” He smirked and you did what he said. The moment you sat down you could feel Jisung’s hard on pushing against your clothed core. He pulled you down into another make out session as you gently moved across his lap. Both of you were still buzzing from the joint you’d smoked so you were enjoying kissing, groping, grinding. Jisung started to drag his lips down your neck, nipping and licking. 

“You’re so cute in this little crop top...” His hands traveled up it and squeezed your full breasts over your sports bra, then pulled it down freeing them. Your nipples were already hard from how worked up you were getting dry humping Jisung. He started sucking on your nipples, gently biting every now and then as you rode his clothed erection. You were a little breathless and Jisung loved the soft pants coming from you while you tugged on his hair with both hands. 

“J-Ji I’m g-gonna...” He hummed sweetly at you then let go of the nipple he was sucking on. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay, cum, I want you to cum.” You held on to Jisung’s strong broad shoulders and rode him faster until you reached your peak. Jisung pulled you down into another kiss swallowing any moans coming from you as you wrapped your arms around him tightly and rode out your orgasm against his cock. You sat there for a moment to collect yourself and Jisung waited, giving you a minute, his hands gently holding your wide hips. Once you had firmly landed back on earth Jisung nuzzled his nose against yours. 

“You know you make the prettiest little faces, it's so cute when you scrunch up your nose and cum on top of me like that.” You were blushing and out of breath, you buried your face in his neck, hiding. 

“Jiiiiii...” He giggled. 

“So shy, cute. I saw how your body moved to that song, how those words affected you.”Jisung lifted your crop top off and then removed your sports bra. You sat on top of him naked from the waist up, every curve of your body intoxicating to him, your big soft tits right in his face, begging to be sucked on again but he controlled himself... for now. Jisung took his own shirt off and your mouth watered. His muscular broad shoulders, his pumped-up pecs and toned biceps. He was firm but still soft somehow, his skin smooth and warm. 

“Can I take your pants off?” Jisung asked toying with the waist band of your sweatpants. You nodded. 

“Stand up for me gorgeous.” You got up off Jisung’s lap and he drug your pants down to your ankles. You stepped out of them and he tossed them aside. You stood there and the only thing stopping Jisung from burying his face in your pussy was little cotton boy shorts with pink hearts. He stood up in front of you making you take a step back. 

“How are you so damn cute!?” One of his hands gently wrapped around your neck, his thumb softy caressing the side. 

“Do you have any idea what that does to me?” He leaned in closer and you shook your head no. 

“Makes me want to teach you how to do the dirtiest things to me, teach my sweet girl how to be bad for me. Would you like that pretty?” His hand let up off your neck and you ran your hands across Jisung’s chest and shoulders, feeling his soft skin under your fingertips. 

“Y-yes Sungie.” He cooed at you. 

“There’s my good girl.” Jisung dropped his own pants and underwear and stood in front of you, his cock firm and long. You bit your lips, it looked delicious. He cupped your face and softly pressed his lips against yours. 

“You wait right here okay? I’ll be right back! Lose the undies!” Jisung winked at you and dashed off, his cute bare ass disappearing down the hall and you giggled, taking off your panties as told. When he came back he had a condom and sat down on the couch like he had been only a few moments before only now completely naked. He patted his lap. 

“Come on now princess, sit on your throne.” You laughed shaking your head at him but climbed onto his lap again. Jisung ripped open the condom and rolled it down his cock, then held it up for you to sit on. 

“Go on jagiya show me how you take my dick.” The tip slipped into your wet hole and squeezed Jisung making him moan. 

“Ooh fuck so tight...” You slowly slid down his shaft taking more and more of him until your juicy cunt was resting on Jisung’s lap. You both sat there for a moment enjoying the feeling of Jisung, hard and full inside you. Jisung’s hands were on your hips, steadying you. He went to grab something from behind his ear and that’s when you realized he’d grabbed another joint when he’d gotten the condom. He smirked at you as he lit it. 

“Do you wanna ride me while you smoke weed?” You pushed him and giggled at his use of the lyrics but Jisung felt you clench too. He turned the joint around getting ready to put the end burning in his mouth. 

“Come on then, lean down here gorgeous...” He put the joint in his mouth backwards and you leaned down, his cock sliding inside you, your lips almost touching as you puckered yours around the other end of the joint, allowing Jisung to blow you a big shotgun. You braced yourself against Jisung’s shoulders and held it in before breathing out, your head getting that immediate hazy feeling, your body already buzzing. Jisung took the joint out of his mouth, flipped it and hit it before setting it aside. Then both of his hands were holding onto your thick hips again as he looked into your glassy eyes and smiled that big cheesy grin of his. 

“How you feeling pretty?” You held onto his shoulders, rolled your hips a little and let out a soft moan. 

“Sooo good Jisungie.” Jisung had to choke back a moan himself feeling you grind your hips against him with his cock deep inside you. 

 “Fuck, you feel good wrapped around me too. Go on ride me jagi.” You started riding Jisung as he set the pace with his hands on your hips. 

“Oh my god! Ji!” It felt so intense. Like someone took the dial on pleasure and turned it way up. One of his hands came up and his fingers wrapped around your throat gently as you continued bouncing on his cock, your big ass jiggling each time you sat on him. He gave your neck a gentle squeeze and you let out another little moan. 

“Does this make you uncomfortable?” You shook your head, the feeling of his hand around your throat was sending electricity throughout your body as you anticipated what was next. 

“N-no Jisung, it’s okay.” He nodded and added just a little pressure. 

“What if I wanted to squeeze harder?” Jisung could feel your arousal coating him. 

“You like that huh? God you’re so wet.” You nodded biting your lip. 

“Y-yes Sungie.” He squeezed just enough, not enough to restrict air but enough to add to the buzz in your head the weed had provided. 

“Good girl, keep riding me now, don’t slow down.” His other hand let go of your hip and then both of his hands were around your neck, again, not enough to prevent you breathing just enough to make your cunt throb around Jisung’s cock as you continued bouncing on it. He pulled you down by your neck face to face with him and kissed you. It was insane how tender it was in comparison. There you were riding Jisung’s dick like you were president of the porn star’s union, both his hands wrapped around your throat and he kissed you like he might break you. Jisung let go of your neck and wrapped his arms around your full body then flipped you so your back was on the couch and he was hovering over you. He lined up with your gushing plump pussy and pushed into you again. He rolled his hips and his cock hit every mind numbing spot inside you. 

“Yes! Oh fuck! Ji right there!” He rolled his hips again, harder, faster. It was like every few minutes that pleasure dial was getting turned up higher and higher. You were about to scream Jisung’s name as he hit your g spot again. 

“Ji-” His hand clamped down over your mouth as he kept fucking you, his hips thrusting into you. Your breasts jiggled when he started fucking you harder and you moaned into the hand over your mouth muffling your screams. 

“Shhhshhhshh, keep it down now jagi I’m not even fucking you hard yet.” Jisung whispered as if someone would hear him, he kissed the back his hand that was planted over your mouth firmly and gave you the most mischievous look before he started absolutely railing you. He slammed into you, rolling his hips, knowing exactly what he was doing to you because his hand clamped harder down on your mouth as you screamed for Jisung, your eyes rolling back as you came so hard the stars you saw were full on constellations.  

Jisung’s hand came up off your mouth so you could get a full breath of air as you rode the wave of ecstasy he set you on. The wave he prolonged as he continued thrusting into you slower but deep. Jisung pinched your chin between two fingers and made you look at him. He was starting to sweat, the veins on his neck becoming more prominent. He leaned forward caging you between his muscular arms and continued slowly rolling his hips as you held on to his shoulders. He kissed down your jaw and neck then hovered by your ear. 

“Pretty?” You hummed your eyes closed, your whole body felt like it was filled with bumble bees between the weed and the orgasm. 

“Can I cum in your mouth?” You nodded and Jisung looked at you to confirm. 

“Yea?” You opened your eyes, kind of, and smiled at him nodding again. 

“Yea Sungie. You can.” He was having a hard time figuring out just how you managed to look so cute all stoned and fucked out on his couch. He gave up trying and took off the condom then helped you sit up. 

“Here jagiya, use this pillow and get on your knees.” You put the pillow down then knelt on it. Leave it to Jisung, sweet even when he asks you to get on your knees for him. Jisung’s dick was in his hand, holding it out for you to wrap your lips around. You started gently sucking on the head of his cock and Jisung let out a soft moan. It sounded so sweet you wanted to hear more so you took more of his cock into your mouth. 

“F-fuck gorgeous, feels so good. Can you take a little more?” You looked up at him with his cock in your mouth, you hummed and nodded. Jisung had died and gone to heaven it’s the only way that cute face was stuffed with his cock and looking up at him. You let his tip hit the back of your throat and it gagged you. You pulled off and spit trailed from your lips to Jisung’s dick that he still held steady for you. You took him into your mouth again until he bottomed out in the back of your throat gagging you again. Jisung moaning louder as you deep throated his cock a wet squelch coming from your throat every time his tip hit the back. 

“Oh... oh fuck I’m gonna cum jagiya... I’m gon-” Jisung’s warm seed started filling your mouth, you tried to swallow fast enough but there was so much it dribbled down your chin a little. Jisung pulled out and you wiped your mouth. He made you stand and he kissed you his tongue sliding into your mouth quickly. He was worked up still, hot, already half hard again and he’d just blew a big load of cum into your mouth. 

“Bet that cunt is so wet from sucking my cock. Is it beautiful? Are you dripping?” He wasn’t wrong you were wet from blowing him mainly those moans and the soft panting.  

“Get up on the couch there, spread those thick thighs and show me that juicy pussy.” You did as you were told, your legs spread wide. 

“Spread those pussy lips too gorgeous... wanna see you tease your clit.” You started rubbing your clit softly and Jisung sat across the couch from you watching, stroking his cock. 

“That’s it two fingers... real slow, circle it.” You did as directed and Jisung kept tugging on his dick. 

“You want to watch me cum on myself while you play with your pussy?” You nodded. 

“Y-yes Ji wanna see you cum.” He hummed and focused stroking the head and twisting his wrist. 

“Spit on your fingers rub it around... fuck yes like that... now stick them inside your hole... fffffuck yes...” Jisung was jacking off fast and started tugging on his balls gently. 

“There you go jagi fuck yourself with your finger, don’t forget your clit gorgeous, use that other hand and play with it.” You started rubbing your clit with one hand as you pumped your fingers inside you with the other. Jisung was sweating, panting, blushing, he looked like he was ready to blow any time. 

“FFFFUcck! Cum for me pretty want to see you cum on your fingers, wanna see that cute scrunched up face you make when you cream for me.” You focused on rubbing your clit until you were coming and clenching around your fingers. 

“Ji Ji Ji Ji Ji...” Was all you chanted as he watched your hole contract around your fingers, your juices dripping from you. Jisung let out a strangled moan as he jerked his cock and came on himself the sight of it almost enough to make you cum again. You crawled across the couch between Jisung’s legs as he stroked his dick slowly. You leaned over and started licking his abs, slurping and savoring the cum from his perfect body until he was clean again. Jisung pulled you on top of him and you both laid there basking in your high from the sex and the weed. He huffed out a big breath wiping sweat off his forehead and looking down at you. 

“Feel better?” You giggled and nodded against his chest nuzzling in closer. 

“Yea Sungie, I’m better now.” He smiled and rested his head back on the arm of the couch, squeezing you and letting out another heavy breath. 

“Fucking... now THAT’S a verb!”  

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it’s beginning to look a lot like i’m in love 😍

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they really did this to us in the final seconds of the episode huh

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me: wow I wonder how many thousands of words I've written so far

word count: 373 words

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brew-tiful | hjs

pairing: reader x jisung

genre: barista!au; fluff

length: 6.9k+

summary: you weren’t the most social person on the planet hence the reason you avoided the crowded coffee shop not far from your dorm. but when you’re forced to go and get your most needed coffee, you had no idea the change your life would go through when you walked through those doors. the cause of the change? the dumb charming barista behind the coutner flashing smiles whenever he saw you.

a/n: i’m back hello!!! wooh, i’m so happy my motivation to write has returned and let’s hope it stays!! i’m hella rusty so soz if this fic suck :/ enjoy bbs!!! also dedicated to @changbear bc she’s been w a i t i n g so long for this oof

You never walked into the campus cafe that was a convenient distance from your dorm building, mostly because of how crowded it always was. You hated crowds. Crowds meant noise. Noise meant distractions.

But looking out the large glass windows at the sight of the cafe while you stood in front of the empty vending machine, your thoughts changed.

I need a coffee to help me stay awake to write this damn essay, you thought to yourself with a frown.

Looking back at the vending machine, your eyebrows furrowed in frustration. Huffing to yourself, you turned around and left the dorms, pulling the hood of your sweatshirt over your head when you noticed the damp ground and the sound of light rain hitting against the pavement.

You passed by smiling students holding their picky coffee orders in one hand, laptop in the other with a flat expression. You pulled on the strings of your sweatshirt.

Maybe you could order a coffee without having much social interaction.

Hah, if only it was that easy.

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Smoking buddies- H.J.S. ft. 3rachca (pt. 1/?)

a/n: okay so this wasn’t the first thing i was planning on putting out but i fell so in love with it as soon as i started it so i finished it very quickly and wanted to put it out right away lol. idk how y'all will feel about this, it is about stoner!3racha, which i have seen a couple people talk about but idk if most of you even are okay with smoking. if you can’t tell, i smoke like a lot lmao. and something about the thought of stoner!jisung was really fucking me up lately. i hope you guys enjoy it tho, i feel very proud of it :) (have to admit tho i was a lil high while i wrote so sorry if it sounds dumb). if this does do well enough i’ll probably put out more parts just to appreciate stoner!sungie a bit more.

member: han jisung (stray kids)

summary: stoner!jisung gets jealous that the rest of stoner!3racha is too flirty with you so he wants to make it known that you’re his.

word count: 2.8k

(1) / (2) / (3)

warnings: smoking weed, suggestiveness, marking kink, nipple play ig?

hanging out around 3racha was already always entertaining enough, all three of the boys together was a hilarious combination. they pretty much pulled you into a friendship you couldn’t get out of anymore using nothing but the power they had to make you laugh so hard you couldn’t breathe anymore. they became your favorite people and best friends so quickly you didn’t even realize it had happened until it was already too late.

not that you minded. they were chaotic and loud, but you loved them for it. all they were to you were big cute goofballs with the most contagious laughter ever. it wasn’t too long before you were spending mostly every day with them. they would come to your place often and most times that they were in the studio writing songs you were right there with them, admiring the way they worked on their music.

and they had roped you in that far while actually sober. but then eventually they revealed to you the fact that they actually smoked a lot, explaining how much more it helps them write and even soothe their anxiety that they feel from their career; which they love but let’s face it, their job stresses them the fuck out.

you had smoked weed before too, you and your friends back home were actually really into it back in your high school years. since you started college in a new country, though, you no longer had many friends, which meant you had no people to do it with so you stopped for a bit.

chan, jisung, and changbin told you that since you were in the studio with them so much more now they still wanted to smoke. “only if you’re okay with it, though! we won’t bring a thing near you if you don’t want us to, but it really does help us with our songwriting…” you studied all three of their faces for a moment. their timid eyes were looking at you hopefully.

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Inhale me

pairing — jisung x reader

word count — 9.3k

warnings — all the actions depicted are consensual. college au, stoner!jisung, slight perv!jisung, really really loving/soft jisung, recreational use of drugs, sex under the influence, slight corruption, praise kink, use of pet names, dry humping, nipple play, masturbation (f), use of toys (dildo), oral sex (m + bls), size kink (jisung is BIG), mentions of contraception, unprotected sex (piv), creampie

note — another "drabble" that turned out into a 9,000 words fic (lmao whats new). this was inspired by a hard thought someone left on my asks, @spilledtee brilliant mind about stoner!jisung and i also took some inspiration from @planetdream latest asks about dildo training (even though its not really that, it has some elements of it haha!). hope you enjoy, please remember english is not my first language and i haven't read this so i apologize for any mistakes in advance.

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“Why do you keep staring at me?”

Beyond making you feel uncomfortable, it made you feel nervous.

Whether Jisung knew the power he held in his gaze or not was beside the point, but it was the fact that he was so lost in your image that made you curious about his current thoughts.

“I'm trying to remember what I dreamt last night,” he replied, nonchalantly. As if that was the most casual conversation to have with someone you were barely close with. “You were there but I just don’t know what the dream was about”.

“Well, that is the least helpful thing for our project right now,” you muttered, eyes latched to every word you were attempting to read. “Try to be more productive and maybe you can go back and sleep —see if you remember it there.”

“I was just trying to distract your mind for a little bit,” Jisung defended, mocking pain at your lack of interest.

“I don’t need you to distract me,” you huffed, still bothered at the fact that you hadn’t been able to focus on your final project —not even when he was quiet— and all because his sole presence made you unsteady. “And you brought that allegedly to keep you focused but all you have done so far is staring at me like I am the first woman you ever see”.

Logically, you weren’t.

But, fancifully, Jisung affirmed you were.

The memory of the first time he ever saw you suddenly struck his mind: sitting at the front row of the class with a lost gaze, one that didn’t even bother to look at him as he entered the classroom and walked towards the last seat available, —or at least that was what the thought, that you didn’t know about his existence until the day you were paired in a project with him.

But truth is, you knew about him.

The smell of his cologne mixed with faint cigarette smoke and mint made you look at him until your eyes met his buff body taking a seat in a strategic place, one that he especially chose to be able to look at you.

And he spent the whole semester that way, admiring you from afar.

Thinking about you, desiring you, fantasizing about you.

But only from afar.

Tonight, he had you just a few centimeters away from you and he couldn’t help but get lost in yourself. All of you, from the perfect curvature of your lashes to the way your fingers traced the words in the textbook, fantasizing about the paper sheet being his skin and how it would feel to have your fingers dragging along it.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, noticing how Jisung was probably taken aback by the harsh way you were delivering your words. “I’m just too stressed”.

“I can tell”.

“I want to finish this as soon as possible,” you admitted, softly tapping the highlighter against the hard cover of the book a few times. “The sooner we finish this, the sooner each of us will be able to move on to other assignments and final projects”.

Impressively, you weren’t too rushed to get it done as you presumed to be.

Before Jisung arrived at your place, your mind drifted away to a series of unexplored scenarios and unknown ideas. Him, his gaze, his hands, his warmth, just all of him near you made you feel light-headed, and you couldn’t deny the disappointment of the project meeting being that —a project meeting.

“Are you stressed?” he asked you, looking right at you with eyes that could hide nothing more than mischief. You knew where this could probably lead to but, if anything, the only thing you feared was the lack of experience.

“I have never tried it before,” you replied, pretending to be busy highlighting random things here and there. “If that’s what you were going to offer me”.

“It’s not as revolutionary as people claim it to be,” Jisung mumbled, opening his backpack to reveal a small container along with a dark blue glass pipe and a lighter, “But it sometimes helps”.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” you mumbled while slowly shaking your head. “I would rather do it with a friend than with you”.

“You don’t trust me?”

“It’s not that,” you sighed, leaving the super interesting lecture in front of you to look at him, “but I don’t want to cause you any trouble”.

“Don’t worry,” he softly laughed, licking his lips at the faint smell of weed as soon as he opened the container. “I’m not going to give you more than you can handle”.

“What about the project?” you asked him, bringing up any excuse you could to avoid accepting his proposal. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him or that you weren’t curious about what it felt, but you were concerned about how the next few hours were going to go. “If we don’t finish it by tonight, we-”

“It’s alright if you don’t want to do it, you know?” he questioned you as his fingers worked the product on the small bowl, flattening it ever so slightly. “I just asked because it seems like you could use it, but I am not forcing you or anything”.

“I just-” you tilted your head as you pondered your answer, your eyes lost in the way his slim fingers maneuvered the weed on the pipe. “I don’t want to look silly; you know —like when you drink or smoke cigarettes for the first time”.

“Everyone looks silly the first time they smoke pot,” he replied in such a casual way that it made you feel embarrassed for never trying it before. “So, you don’t need to worry about that”.

“You go first,” you told him as if he hadn’t done it a thousand times before, closing the textbook and leaving it right next to the mess of paper sheets you had scattered around on the floor.

“Alright,” he breathed with a smile, one that you had seen every now and then but that never failed to make you feel like a giggly teenager.

He held the blue pipe to his mouth with his left hand while the other one reached for the lighter resting on the floor, guiding it closer to the small bowl. For some odd reason you thought the process was far longer, but all he had to do was to light up the herbs and suck in the smoke.

As soon as he released the pipe out of his mouth, his whole body relaxed while his head rolled slightly back, exhaling a few remains of the smoke. It almost looked as if he had been drowning in water for the past hour and that was his very first contact with fresh air.

“You were stressed too?” you teased him, noticing how less tense he looked after the first hit.

He wasn’t just ready to say it and you were not ready to know it, but truth was that he felt nervous.

He felt nervous when his eyes scanned the list with the pairing for the sociology research and he felt even more nervous when you approached him, inviting him to your place to do work together.

He smoked a bit before coming to your place as he tried to ease himself, but it soon backfired on him, getting completely lost in the feeling of his high and your presence.

“Something like that, yeah,” Jisung replied, licking his lips after the smoke dried them out. “I mean, I don’t do it too often —in case you were curious”.

“Good,” you whispered, one of your hands brushing against your nape as you realized that it was your turn now.

“Do you want to try it or-”

“Yeah,” you rushed to reply, bravely. “But I have no idea how to”.

Jisung moved from his seat on the floor all the way to yours, softly kneeling next to you while you were still sitting cross-legged. You couldn’t help but hold your breath as soon as you felt the warmth of his body oozing into yours, realizing that this was the very first time that you were close enough to hear his breathing.

You tried to take the pipe from his hands, but he was quick to stop you. “Let me do it for you,” he softly cooed, guiding the mouthpiece to your lips.

Jisung couldn’t help but feel a spark of electricity traveling through his veins as he witnessed the scene: you, with your lips attached to the glass and your doe —almost scared— gaze looking up at him.

It was embarrassing —how turned on he got by so little— but that wasn’t something unusual. Or at least not when it came to you. You could be doing anything, really, and yet he would always find himself getting hard just by the sole sight of you.

“I am going to hold it like this,” he murmured, trying to abandon his filthy thoughts of you, “and as I bring the flame to the weed, you are going to start sucking in very gently, like when you suck on a straw”.

You nodded.

He lighted the chunk of herbs and then lifted his gaze to meet your half-lidded eyes. As soon as the weed burnt, he uncovered a small hole located at the side of the bowl.

“Keep on sucking,” he told you, his finger covering and uncovering the small hole on the side one more time. “Let it get to your lungs”.

For a minute you thought you had it but, as soon as he withdrew the pipe from your lips and you felt an itching sensation on your throat, you started coughing.

The taste was too strong as well, even terrible.

“It’s alright,” he cooed as he palmed your back, watching the smoke escaping out of your mouth.

“Told you I didn’t want to look silly,” you managed to mumble with a troubled voice.

“And I told you everyone looks silly the first time they do it,” he replied while his fingers reached out for your chin, lifting your face so that your eyes could meet his. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, the touch of his fingers against your skin made you feel dizzy, and you couldn’t figure out if it was that or the awful taste in your tongue.

“Good,” he whispered, taking the pipe with the highlighter again.

His eyes soon spotted the mouthpiece that had been previously attached to your lips and the thought of being able to press his lips against it after you only fueled his filthy desires even more.

With a swift movement, he repeated the process again, inhaling the smoke and letting out only a small amount. It was arousing, how beautiful he looked with his furrowed eyebrows and his eyes fixed on the flame each time he lighted it up.

The way the smoke fell out of his lips was an image you wished to have engraved in your mind. He looked good doing that, maybe a little bit too much.

“Do you want to try again?” he asked you, moving from his kneeling position to sit down right next to you with his legs extended on the floor.

“It felt awful,” you mumbled with a grimace of disgust on your face. “The burnt taste of it… I didn’t like it”.

“I didn’t like it either at first,” he replied, rolling his head back until it met the sides of your mattress. “It’s not that I adore it now, but it has definitely become bearable”.

“How often do you smoke?” you asked him.

“Every now and then,” he mumbled, “I try to do it only when I feel like I need it though, never out of fun”.

“Did you need it before coming in here?” you asked him, pushing aside the smoke. He kept quiet for a second while he looked at you, wondering how you had noticed since he was very careful about consuming just the right amount so that he would relax, especially because it was you who he was meeting. “Your eyes were red when you got here and you were a bit clumsy, only staring at me the whole time”.

Well, the latest issue wasn’t really because he was high.

It was an usual occurrence.

“I was nervous,” he admitted, licking his dry lips as he stared at the glass pipe.

“Because of the project?”

“Because of you,” Jisung murmured, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear him.

You tilted your head, your heart racing at a thousand miles per hour as you processed his last words. Because of you.

“You were nervous about meeting me?”

“I was nervous about having to be alone with you,” he continued, feeling much more relaxed than he thought he would feel while voicing out his thought out loud. “You don’t talk much and neither do I, I just didn’t want it to be uncomfortable and-”

“You are rambling”.

“I know”.

A few silent moments passed by, ones that weren’t uncomfortable to you nor Jisung. If anything, the tension of the environment felt almost pensive.

And as he was thinking about how overwhelming it felt to have your arm touching his, you were thinking about how intimidating his presence felt in a personal space as your bedroom was.

“I want to try again,” you interrupted the silence, feeling Jisung’s face turning to you. “I won’t waste it this time, I promise”.

The dark-haired smiled at your comment and kneeled in front of you again, refusing to give you the things so you would do it yourself.

He wanted to see you trying to do it, but he wanted to be the one doing everything for you, teaching you how to properly smoke. So you just remained still as he guided the mouthpiece to your lips, your gaze lifting up to meet his again and you started growing to like that position where he was looking slightly down on you and you were looking slightly up to him.

“Remember,” he mumbled. “Suck gently once I bring the flame to the weed and keep on sucking after they turn black”.

You nodded and followed his command, getting lost in the way he looked too concentrated on lighting up the bowl and releasing the small hole on the side.

Successfully, you managed to feel not only your throat but your lungs burning —as if it was some sort of reward— and the amount of smoke you exhaled was much less than your first time. The urges of coughing still appeared, but they were much more easy to handle them than the previous attempt.

“Good job,” he cooed and you felt your insides burning at the compliment. “It is not that hard, is it?”

“One more time,” you pleaded him, now more confident in your recently acquired skills. Skills as in learning how to not cough after smoking pot.

“You should wait a minute or two if it starts to kick in first,” he advised still kneeling in front of you. “We still have all night”.

He smoked again and you counted, this was his 3rd. time. His eyes were starting to get a bit red but, overall, his behavior didn’t change at all.

Of course, he was a frequent consumer, unlike you.

“I don’t feel anything other than a tingling sensation on my legs,” you mumbled, looking at him who was already looking at you.

“One more is all you are getting,” he added, repeating the same process all over again. “I don’t want to expose you too much to it”.

“You already did,” you mumbled with a smile, leaning forward so that your lips could meet the glass again.

At that moment, Jisung thought that if love at first sight was an actual thing, this was ten times more intense than it. The way you smiled at him with your cheeks slightly tinted and your half-lidded eyes just a bit red was a sight that he was most definitely not going to forget.

You were addictive, more than any substance he had tried so far.

“Inhale,” he whispered, doing all the work, “exhale”.

One successful hit again and you were starting to feel a bit light-headed. Not in a negative way, but it was a new feeling.

“Is kicking it, isn’t it?” he asked you, sitting next to you again. You only nodded; your gaze completely lost in his. “I can tell by how clumsy you look, just staring at me”.

You let out a soft laugh, teased by how he used the same words you had given him earlier that night.

“Do I make you nervous?” you asked him, not being able to look away from his side profile that seemed to be craved by the gods themselves. “Because you do make me nervous”.

“Why would I make you nervous,” he questioned you back, softly laughing at your statement, “when you are basically every men’s dream?”

“Am I yours?”

Jisung stared at the floor for a while, unsure of what to answer.

Of course, he knew the answer, but why would he give it to you when you two barely knew each other? Yes, I have been staring at you for over six months in silence while having all sorts of fantasies about you. No, that was not such an answer you could give to an almost stranger.

“It definitely hit you,” he murmured, smiling at the sudden boldness the weed brought out of you.

You rested your head on his shoulder, staring at the full-length mirror in front of you and watching how his chest rose every time he breathed. One, two, three, four… you counted every single time you felt it.

Soon, his body moved again trying hard not to disturb your position, since he enjoyed the warmth your body provided. Only this time, his arms moved to guide the pipe all the way to his lips, taking one more hit.

You watched his movements becoming a bit slower, almost as if he was being too careful to do it less fast than before. The process being the same as he taught you: ignite, inhale, release, inhale, withdraw, exhale.

He lit up the remaining weed, inhaled it and removed the pipe from his lips. However, as soon as his lips lost contact with the glass, his face turned right to yours. The hand that was holding the lighter reached out to grab your chin, lifting your face up from his shoulder, and he tilted his head against yours.

It seemed like he was about to kiss you, but he didn’t.

Instead, he exhaled the smoke carefully. You, on the other hand, inhaled it.

His eyes were attached to yours the whole time while his soft hand was resting under your chin and, for a moment, you felt a strange tension inside you.

Down there.

“Good girl,” he praised you, making your thighs squeeze together at the compliment.

You licked your lips in despair after having his lips so close to yours without leaning in for a kiss, and you wondered if it was ever going to happen such a thing.

“Again,” you mindlessly demanded. “I want to hit it again”.

Jisung knew it wasn’t a good idea to give you a direct hit since it was your first time smoking and what you have had was more than enough for a beginner, but he was also smart enough to know why you asked him to.

He drove the pipe again to his lips, only breaking the eye contact to focus on lighting up the weed. He repeated the now-familiar progress and, just like the last time, he leaned on to exhale the smoke right on your mouth.

You gladly took it in, and it was only a matter of time before his lips crashed into yours still with smoke remaining inside each other’s mouths.

You couldn’t know if it was the weed kicking in, the fact that it was Jisung you were kissing or the combination of both, but that was the best kiss someone had ever given you.

Started off slowly, tasting you. He dragged the tip of his tongue against your lips, only to capture the lower one between his teeth while he pulled it gently. He then dived in again, moving your lips roughly but slowly, almost as if he had been waiting the whole night just to have the privilege to kiss you.

Little did you know, he had been waiting six months.

Your tongue met his and, thereafter, your mind slowly drifted to another world of euphoria that you couldn’t quite understand.

The kiss became sloppier but never lost its slow pace. You felt like melting between his arms while your whole skin burned in desire to be touched by his hands.

You wanted him to. You wanted him to drag his hands over your body, ease the blazing sentiment on you.

Soon, the room felt too hot, and your clothes felt too uncomfortable. The wetness between your thighs increased by the second and you couldn’t tell if this was heaven or it was hell.

And Jisung couldn’t tell if you were a gift from the gods above or a temptation from the underworld. He couldn’t tell how the sweet, pure image of you drew the worst desires out of him. He couldn’t begin to understand how an angelic creature like you wanted to make him sin.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered between kisses, feeling his hardened bulge getting painful as the kiss progressed. “So fucking beautiful, baby”.

Your arms laced behind his neck and you used that as leverage to straddle him, positioning your clothed heat right on top of his bulge.

“Am I?” you queried, rolling your hips on top of him while continuing the kiss. “Do you think I am pretty?”

“The prettiest”.

His hands rested on your hips, guiding your movements on top of him while a few moans fell from your lips.

“Have you ever thought about fucking me?” you bluntly asked him, your lips grazing against his but not diving completely in for a kiss.

“All the fucking time,” he breathed, his eyes fixed on your swollen lips. “Ever since I saw you for the first time, that’s everything I’ve been able to think about”.

“And when you see me,” you panted, feeling your accelerating breathing matching Jisung’s, “what is it that you think about?”

Your hips continue grinding against his, feeling how much harder he got as the moans and whines fell from your mouth.

“I think about laying you down on any nearest surface and fucking you until you cum,” he mumbled against your lips, head still dizzy from your taste. “And even then, I wouldn’t stop until you ask me to”.

That was one of his fantasies. Making you cum.

He didn’t want to fuck you for his own pleasure but for yours. He wanted to see you at the highest point of your climax, eyes watering and legs trembling from the overwhelming sensations he knew he could make you feel.

“Were you thinking about fucking me when we were doing the project earlier today?”

“Yes,” he admitted, attaching his lips to your neck.

“What exactly were you thinking?”

“I was thinking about your body,” he mumbled, almost out of breath. “About how good it would look underneath my care, reacting to every single thing I do to you”.

“Do you want to know what I do whenever I feel stressed?” you asked him, out of the blue. Jisung interrupted his kisses to look at you with confusion imprinted on his face and heavy breathing that —for a second— felt awkward.

“Sure,” he replied, taken aback by the sudden question.

Your body lifted from his and he sighed at the lack of contact, missing your warmth even after just a few seconds of being away from his.

You walked all the way to one of your nightstands, pulling out a drawer and grabbing one of your most recent purchases. One that you hadn’t used but you were excited to try.

“I bought this not too long ago,” you murmured, walking all the way back to Jisung, who was still sitting on the floor with his legs extended. “And I want you to help me”.

Jisung’s heartbeats started going faster than before at the sight of what was resting between your small hands.

You kneeled in front of him, placing the dildo against the floor and right in front of the full-length mirror on the white wall of your bedroom.

“I’ve heard that being high enhances your senses,” you mumbled, feeling Jisung’s heavy gaze diverting from your angelic face to the toy in front of you. “And one of my fantasies is for someone to watch as I play with myself”.

Of course, he wanted to fuck you. It wanted to be him the one inside you rather than a pretty, transparent dildo, but he was in no position to turn your proposal down. Not when you were kneeling in front of him with your hands resting on your thighs and your mouth watering at the desire of being filled.

“Is that okay?” you softly asked him at the lack of response.

Instead of giving you a proper answer, he stood up from the floor and walked all the way to you, descending in a squat in front of you.

“I will only agree to it if you watch yourself too,” Jisung murmured, earning a confused look from you. “Ride the dildo while you look at yourself in the mirror”.

Your face heated up at his request, but you couldn’t turn it down. Not when the idea was rather appealing, even more than your initial one.

Your skin burned again at the touch of Jisung’s skin against yours, his hand slowly lifting your oversized hoodie only to find a pair of pajama shorts and panties underneath it.

You weren’t wearing anything underneath, —not even a shirt or a bra—, and his cock twitched at the idea of your nipples hardening at random moments throughout the night as you felt the soft fabric of the hoodie against them.

After thinking that, he realized that you were naked in front of him.

It took him a few seconds to process it, but you were naked in front of him.

And it was better than whatever it was that he had dreamed about.

You were better than whatever it was that he had dreamed about.

“You are so-” Jisung’s breath got caught up in his throat and, for a moment, he thought he was dreaming. There was no way it was real, that you were kneeling in front of him completely naked and ready to let him witness something as intimate as touching yourself was. “Fuck, you are so pretty”.

You gave him a sweet smile, one that you utterly felt as euphoria.

Even though you had been pretty fast forward throughout the night, that wasn’t anything like you. No, you wanted him to guide you. To take care of you. To help you use your new toy and praise you throughout the whole process, telling you how good you were doing and how fucking attractive you looked with the dildo deep inside of you.

“Is that what you think?”

“That is what I know”.

Your heart throbbed at his words, wanting to run into his arms and let him fuck you until the sun came up.

“Turn around, baby,” he ordered you, immediately positioning himself and kneeling right behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist while his hands mischievously dragged through your whole body. “Do you now understand why I think you are the most beautiful woman ever to exist?”

“You are just saying that because you are high,” you giggled, feeling your nipples hardening each time his cold finger rings touched your skin.

“I think of you as the most beautiful woman ever to exist even when I am sober,” he scoffed, hiding his face on the crook of your neck. “But if you don’t want to believe me, that’s on you”.

Your hand stroke the dildo a few times as you watched the lewd scene in the mirror, thinking that the room couldn’t get any hotter than that. Still, you wondered how Jisung had all his clothes on without feeling the need to rip them off.

“You might want to suck on it first, don’t you think?” he asked you, observing how pretty you looked with your lost gaze in the toy.

His hand reached out for it and he guided it all the way to your mouth, resembling the past actions with the pipe and the weed. Only this time, you were actually feeling nervous about completing such a task.

“Open wide, baby,” he mumbled, brushing the tip of it against your wetted lips. “Take it all in”.

Little by little, Jisung pushed the toy inside of your mouth.

“Eyes on you, not me,” he added as soon as he caught you staring at him, your gaze fixed in how concentrated he looked while stretching your mouth.

Almost as if he was memorizing that lewd sight to engrave it in his mind forever.

“Do you want more or is that enough?” he asked you and you just nodded, letting him know that you were still able to take a few more centimeters. “We have to stretch that pretty mouth enough if you want to take mine”.

Your cunt clenched around thin air at his words, desperately wanting to move on from your actual task to just get fucked by him. But you were already in front of the mirror and your mouth was already drooling around the fake cock, so you went through with it.

“Drool all over it,” he mumbled, lost in the way your plump lips wrapped around the toy. “Get it wet”.

He wasn’t sure if it was because of the weed, but he swore he had never been that hard his whole life. His cock was too hard to the point that it felt painful, but the sweet thought of getting to release his tension inside of you was enough for him to wait a little longer.

“Good girl,” he praised you, wiping a few tears that were making their way down your cheeks. “Good, good, girl”.

He took the dildo out of your warm hole and, inevitably, drool fell from your lips and made a mess on your chin and your breasts, making the scene even more filthy than it already was.

“Are you alright?” he queried, placing the dildo against the floor in front of you.

You spitted against the toy one more time before aligning the tip of it against your entrance, brushing your clit ever so slightly with it.

“Fuck-” you whispered, feeling waves of pleasure traveling from the top of your head to your toes, impressed by the intense sensation of a simple act.

Still kneeling, you parted your legs until they were almost in a “v shape” opposite to the floor, grinding your hips against the toy. You rubbed your core a few times with the length of it, coating it with your own juices, before leaning forward and lifting your hips slightly so that you could take it all in completely.

Big mistake.

“Fuck,” you cried, feeling how overwhelming the stretch felt.

It had been a while since the last time you fucked and the only toy you owned —prior to this specific purchase— was a bullet vibrator. So, if Jisung thought you were only inexperienced when it came to smoking pot, he was wrong.

“You can take it,” he whispered into your ear, resting his hands on your hips while you kept your same position as you got used to the stretch, “look how much you had been craving this, look how your cunt tightens around it”.

Your heart started pounding at the overwhelming feeling of having Jisung encouraging you to take it, so you followed through. Up and down, you managed to move your hips only on half of it.

“It is so fucking big,” you cried, your body jolting at the sensation of being stretched fully after months of not having such activity. “Jisung-”

“I’m right here, baby,” he cooed, his hands guiding the movements of your hips on the dildo. “I’m not going anywhere”.

Confidently, you started to move a bit faster. Resting both of your palms behind you while they —along with your knees— supported your whole body, you managed to acquire a steady pace.

And Jisung couldn’t get enough of it. Of how pretty and desperate you looked while fucking yourself for him, your gaze lost in your filthy reflection while tears streamed down your cheeks.

Your breasts were bouncing every time you rode the toy and, with that sight alone, Jisung could cum right then and there. It was as beautiful as it was dirty, and he loved it.

He loved the duality of it all, how innocent and quiet you seemed to look at school but how desperate and needy you got for him that night.

“Good girl,” he complimented you again, realizing how much you were struggling to take the cock but you were still doing it anyway because you just needed to see you have your tight hole filled. “Do you think you can fuck yourself faster?”

You didn’t respond but fulfilled his command, increasing the pace of your hips while your eyes fixed on the way your pussy hugged the toy inside you.

“Let me help you,” he quietly whispered, losing himself in the smell of your scent once he buried his nose on your neck. “May i?”

You nodded frantically, not wanting to lose any more time without having his hands all over you, groping you and touching you as he pleased.

His hands went into your breasts first, massaging them and groping them while you rode the plastic cock. As soon as you felt his palm against your hardened buds, you couldn’t help but emit a sinful noise that was maybe too loud for such a small room as your bedroom was.

“Let me hear you,” Jisung ordered, his eyes admiring how your nipples softened and hardened under his touch. “I want to hear you moan”.

His fingers pinched your nipples without a warning, making you ride the cock even more eagerly. “Fuck- Ji-,”.

“Suddenly you are not talking?” he cooed, noticing how you could barely form coherent words even after just a few seconds. “Does it really feel that intense?”

One of his hands left your breasts to make its way down to your throbbing cunt, knowing that you were going to need more than just a dildo filling your sweet cunt for you to cum.

“Let me make it better for you, y/n,” Jisung whispered and you had never been more excited to hear your name out of someone’s lips.

“Yes-” you panted, already exhausted of your sore thighs that were practically doing the work. “My name-”

“Do you like it when I call you by your name?” he queried, his digits barely touching your clit but still making your whole body tremble in anticipation. “Or do you prefer it if I called you baby, princess, angel…?”

“Whatever you want-” you breathed, your head falling back. “Do whatever you want with me- whatever”.

He soon pressed his digits against your bundle of nerves and your body jolted at the sudden sensation.

Even though this was your first time with him, it seemed as if he knew exactly where and how to touch you.

“Look at you,” he whispered, more to himself than to you. “You are dripping wet, y/n”.

You nodded frantically, getting out breath as your orgasm started to approached you.

However, it felt different.

The sensation of tension on your lower ba k transformed into a series of waves traveling throughout your whole body, reaching especially the tip of your toes. It felt way more intense and you could tell.

“You are riding this cock so well,” Jisung panted, rubbing his middle and ring finger on your clit in circular motions. His eyes were attached to your desperate image, and he still couldn't believe you were completely at his mercy and under his care. “Are you going to ride my cock just like this one?”

“I am going to ride it better,” you whined, your glossy gaze meeting his in the reflection of the mirror. “I am going to ride it until i make you cum inside me”.

Jisung's bulge needed some sort of relief as soon as possible, but he was determined to help you reach your climax before anything else.

So, while groping one of your breasts with one hand and toying with your clit with the other, he focused solely on you and your own pleasure.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, will you?” he asked you, getting harder and harder at your weak cries, “Cum as hard as you can for me, yeah?”

You nodded weakly, biting your lower lip and crying.

“Sungie-” you panted and, even though the nickname was new, he couldn't be mad about it. Not when it fell from your lips at such dirty moment. “It feels better”.

“Mhm, it does?” he queried with a soft voice, heart warming up at how blissed you looked. “It feels more intense?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, closing your eyes. “It tingles”.

“It will feel even better when we replace that toy with my cock,” Jisung mumbled, leaving a trail of kisses on your sweaty skin.

“Yes-” you repeatedly whined, feeling the mixture alltogether of Jisung's lips nibbling at your neck, one of his hands toying with your nipples while the other one rubbed your bundle of nerves at a steady pace. “Ji- i think-”.

He knew you were close. By how sloppily your movements were becoming, by how tight your cunt was clenching around the toy, by how hardened your nipples were and by how your toes were curling up, he knew you were just about to reach your orgasm.

And he couldn't feel more happy about it. About knowing you were feeling this good.

“It's alright, baby,” he mumbled, increasing the pace of his digits while he tried to guide the movements of your hips. “I am watching. Cum all over this cock and let me see”.

“Jisung-” you cried, almost yelled at the intense sensation. “Ngh-”

The way his name left your lips over and over again while you came made him think that this wasn't the first time you had moan it. And he was right.

Almost as if it was a usual occurrence, touching yourself while thinking about him.

“You are putting such a good show for me, baby,” Jisung praised, eyes glued to the reflection of your trembling body in the mirror. “Let me see how beautiful you look while cumming”.

You tried to close your legs but, due to the position you where in and how weak your whole body was feeling, it was almost impossible. So your whole body fell forward, your palms hitting the floor in front of you while you head faced down, only feeling the remains of Jisung's hands on your body and the plastic dildo stretching you out.

“Oh my fucking God,” you cried, feeling how your legs were shaking to the point of not being able to function properly. “Ji-”

“I am right here, baby,” he whispered, caressing your back while you tried to stabilize your breath and acquire strength. “You did so well, taking that big cock inside your tight cunt”.

“I did?” you asked him with a bright gaze, feeling spoiled by the shower of compliments.

“Yeah,” he hummed kneeling next to you. “So good that-”.

His hand reached out for yours, guiding it to his throbbing cock that has begging for it to be relieved.

“Oh my-” you whispered, tracing the silhouette of it with your whole hand. “Jisung”.

Jisung bit his lip as soon as he saw your hand palming him gently, eager to feel more from you.

He wanted to be inside you –in any of your wholes for that matter– but he wondered if you were still willing to follow through.

Orgasms were always intense and under the influence, they left you even more exhausted.

He would know, after all the times he jerked himself to the thought of you after consuming in an attempt to think about something else but you.

“Sungie-” you repeated again, catching his full attention. “Can I taste you?”.

You were amazing.

And desperate for him.

“I am dying to have you,” you continued as soon as you encountered his concerned gaze. “I want you to fuck my mouth and then me”.

Jisung grabbed the pipe and the lighter again, replacing the burnt weed for new one that he still had in the small container, and he smoked again.

It wasn't that he was nervous, but this was the very first time he had intimacy while smoking. He had heard from friends and internet forums that the experience was, indeed, indescriptible, but he still wanted to try it himself.

Especially with you.

His biggest fantasy.

Watching your doe eyes looking at him, he soon realized that you needed another one.

“Inhale for me,” he mumbled, getting completely lost at the way your lips crashed against the glass pipe. “Exhale”.

And again your lips crashed into a kiss.

A much needier and messier one, one that unraveled their lust. And that, combined with the weed, made your whole body all tingly again.

“I want to fuck your mouth,” Jisung mumbled in between kisses with hitching breath, “I want to fuck it while you cockwarm your pretty toy”.

You nodded eagerly, whining at the loss of contact from his lips, and you rearranged your position on the floor. Now, instead of facing the mirror, you were facing the edge of your bed.

Jisung stood right in front of you, caressing your hair while his gaze got lost in the perfect image of your rounded ass while your cunt took the whole length inside of you.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” he mumbled, stroking your hair with one hand while the other one released his cock from his black sweatpants. “I want to make you mine in all sense of the word”.

You took his girth with both of your hands, amazed at the size of it, and the only thing you could think of was about how painful it was going to feel while prodding inside of you.

“That's why you are cockwarming that dildo, y/n,” Jisung hissed, feeling your warm breath close to his throbbing length. “You need to be perfectly stretched out to take me”.

You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out while your head approached the tip of his dick, giving him small licks that were just enough for Jisung to emit a quiet moan.

“It is not going to fit,” you panted, feeling your pussy clenching around the toy at the delicious taste of Jisung's precum. “I could barely take the toy”.

“I will make it fit,” he groaned, one of his hands burying in your hair. “And you are going to feel all of me inside you, I promise”.

His hands encouraged you to take his cock into your mouth and you slowly did, feeling how your throat was awkwardly trying to get used to him.

He knew he was big, and he knew it was going to take a while for you to be fully comfortable while taking him, but he didn't mind.

After all, he spent six months thinking about this specific thing at any chance he could so patience was something he definitely had.

“Good job, y/n,” Jisung groaned, noticing how you started sucking on his length while using your hands. “Take me”.

You were completely lost in the moment and it felt... pleasant.

The sight of Jisung's gaze staring down at you while you sucked him off wreaked havoc inside you, making you involuntarily grind your hips against the toy even when you were supposed to only be cockwarming it.

Jisung noticed it, and he couldn't help but smile.

“You are so eager to be fucked, aren't you baby?” he asked you, his cock twitching inside your mouth while your eyes met his. You hummed against his cock and that sent waves of pleasure throughout his whole body, similarly to what you had felt just a few minutes ago. “Pretty”.

Soon, Jisung took control of your movements and –what started as a blow job– suddenly transformed into a face fuck. But you couldn't complain, not when Jisung looked so good, being all helpless and desperate while using your mouth for his own pleasure.

“You take me so well,” he praised, eyebrows furrowed, head rolled back, eyes shut down and swollen lips slightly parted. “Even when having your cunt filled to the brim”.

You moaned against him and your hips moved against the toy in circular motions again. The movements weren't enough to make you cum, but they provided you with enough stimulation to make you even needier for Jisung's body.

“You are a goddess,” he praised, completely falling in love with the new sensations you were making him feel. “A filthy, sinful goddess”.

With a loud pop, you took the cock out of your mouth and focused on something else.

Something you were Jisung would like.

Leaving a series of wet pecks along his whole length, you then focused on his balls. First, you teased them with your hands, massaging them and cupping them for a few seconds as your high mind analyzed Jisung's behavior.

He groaned loud as soon as he felt your touch there, gripping your hair even harsher.

“Sungie, do you like it?” you asked him, looking up at him with puppy eyes.

“Yes, baby,” he moaned, his red eyes making contact with yours. “It feels heavenly”.

“And if I do this?” you queried in an innocent-like manner, dragging your tongue against them ever so slightly. “Do you like it too?”

“Fuck yes,” he groaned.

Your lips started to leave drool all over them as you continued to lick and suck on them, feeling completely intoxicated with the sounds of Jisung's loud groans and heavy breathing.

He sounded so fucking attractive, even more than what you had imagined from him.

“Y/n,” he quickly breathed, interrupting your task. “If you keep on doing it I am going to cum”.

“And don't you want to?”

“I want to make you cum again first,” he mumbled, licking his lips while staring at your ass in the mirror. “Then I will cum”.

Your gaze brighten up at the idea of having him inside you and now you were the one who couldn't wait. With the help of Jisung, you stood up from the floor and laid down on your own bed.

He took his time to make you comfortable, placing all sorts of pillows around you so that your sore body could rest, even while being used by him.

“Do you have any-”

“On the drawer,” you signaled him, “My roommate always leave them everywhere”.

As you watched his figured drifting away from the bed, a soft laugh escaped your lips.

“Isn't it funny?” you queried, your tired eyes blinking in slow motion –as you would describe it. “How we both had been thinking about fucking with each other the whole night?”

Jisung smiled while his fingers picked up the square wrap, walking to the edge of the bed and removing his clothes just to be the same as you.

Not only Jisung's cock twitched at your words, but his head sudden felt dizzy at the sight of your legs spread and your cunt throbbing, desiring to be used by him.

He guided the wrap to his lips but, before he could even open it, you stopped him right on his tracks.

“Wait–” you mumbled, feeling your pussy clenching at the sight of Jisung's toned body and hardened length. “I want you raw”.

Those words could easily make Jisung cum, but he needed to have the greatest self-control if he wanted to enjoy the whole moment.

“Y/n, I don't think it's-”

“I am on birth control,” you explained him, feeling your heartbeats accelerating at the idea of feeling him completely. “Please?”

How could Jisung deny you such pleasure when you were with your legs parted, pussy wet and exposed and your eyes were practically begging for him to slam his cock inside you?

He just couldn't.

So, after caressing your legs and getting you as ready as he could to take him, he grabbed the base of his cock and aligned with your hole.

“Let's see how good that cock stretched you, baby,” he groaned, going completely insane at the sight of your fluids coating his cock. “It might hurt a bit, but I know you can keep it all inside you”.

You nodded while reaching out for his arm, holding it with your hand while you felt and overwhelming pressure against your cunt. “Fuck it- oh, God”.

“You are so fucking tight,” Jisung groaned with his jaw clenched, feeling as if he was dreaming once again.

Your walls were wrapping around him tightly and he was going crazy by how wet you were, but he knew you were still too tight to take him without experiencing pain.

“Sungie,” you cried, digging your fingernails in the flesh of his arm.

“Take a deep breath baby,” he murmured, taking every single bit of his self-control to not start fucking you hard immediately. “Relax and let me take care of this, yeah?”

You nodded in between cries, arching your back and biting your lip trying to ease the painful sensation of his cock entering your cunt.

“So fucking pretty,” he quietly cooed, feeling every single squeeze of your walls around him. “Taking all my cock like the good girl you are”.

More than half of it was in and he was able to push the rest of it with no problem, only earning a sinful moan of pain mixed with pleasure out of you once he was completely inside you.

“You feel so good around me,” he complimented you, feeling every single thing directly into his cock.

Everything.

From the way you clenched, to the small spasms of your walls, he was able to feel everything ten times more intense than he would while being sober.

And he wasn't alone on that one, no.

You could feel every throb and twitch of his cock inside you, and it felt a hundred times better than any of your past sexual experiences.

You were both enjoying each other and, thrutfully, you couldn't help but craving to enjoy him completely.

“I am ready, Ji,” you shyly whispered, still griping his arm while he let out a soft groan.

His hips started to move, slowly taking out his cock only to push it back inside you and –after the first minute– the trail of immense pain was soon replaced by nothing but pleasure and arousal.

“You did a great job with the dildo,” Jisung hissed, feeling how you immediately clenched harder everytime you heard his voice. “It stretched you really nice for me”.

“You are stretching me better,” you whined, your legs closing around him while he continued on slamming his cock inside you with a soft, slow pace.

“Mhm, baby?” he asked you, his eyes traveling around your whole body. “Does it feel good to have my cock inside your pussy?”

“Yes, Ji,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “You are making me feel so full already”.

After a few more minutes, the slow pace escalated to a much faster one and the quietness of your bedroom was soon replace by the lewd sounds of skin hitting skin, your moans and Jisung's curses.

“You are pleasuring me so much,” Jisung praised you, “Your pussy was so needy to be filled and it is taking me so well”.

Soon, you lost the ability form decent sentences. The way Jisung's cock was hitting the right spots inside you and his hands were groping your whole body was more than enough to fuck you dumb, and you weren't the least shy about it.

If anything, it felt good.

It felt good to completely loose your ability to think because of how good Jisung's cock felt.

“S-ungie-” you whispered with broken words, interrupted by each thrust of his cock. “Touch- please, here”.

“Are you already too lost, baby?” he asked you, one of his hands traveling all the way to your swollen clit. “Stay here with me”.

Your back arched as soon as you felt Jisung's digits against your clit and only then you realized that your second orgasm was just about the corner, waiting for the perfect moment to wash over you.

“Jisung-” you repeated again, like it was the only thing you knew. “Cum”.

“I know baby,” he whispered, increasing the pace of his thumb while he pounded his cock inside you. “Show me how good you are feeling”.

You closed your legs even tighter around him as you felt the now familiar feeling of your orgasm, traveling all all along your body and settling in your lower abdomen.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cried, desperately bucking your hips against his while your whole body trembled under his. “I-”.

And as much as Jisung wanted to wait for you to cum first, he couldn't. Just as he felt you approaching your high, he couldn't control himself any longer.

His whole body laid on top of you gently while his hips continued on fucking you slowly, your hands wrapping around his neck while he held you right in place between him and the mattress.

“Ji, cum with me-”.

With a gutural groan, Jisung approached his high just seconds after you.

He hid his face on the crook of your neck while he moaned your name over and over again, like he was used to.

And even after cumming, you still wrapped your legs around him, not wanting to pull himself off of you because the feeling of being filled had become too addictive over the past hour.

“Thank you,” you whispered, feeling his heavy breathing and accelerated heartbeats on top of you. “I- feel so good”.

Jisung's gaze lifted up from the crook of your neck, immediately finding yours.

And if love at first sight existed, whatever he felt that night was a thousand times greater than such a boring concept.

“You are beautiful” he weakly whispered, forehead covered in sweat while his dark hair was a mess.

“I know,” you whispered. “You told me that when you were high”.

“I am 98% sure I am almost sober now,” he mumbled, trying to catch his breath. “And I am telling you again: you are beautiful”

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— THE VAPORS !

this post contains; drug use [weed]. smut [sub x sub action if you squint. mutual masturbation—handjob + fingering. spit play. cum play. nothing too much, pretty tame] jisung calls the reader 'baby' a lot. just two needy babies <3

pairing: stoner!han jisung x stoner!reader | words: 1966

💌 this fic is very very self-indulgent. y’all are probably sick of hearing me talk about weed but i do not care! as usual... let me know your thoughts on this <3

Rolling a blunt is an art, and Han Jisung is the artist. He’s so pretty when he rolls: his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he stuffs the Swisher full. Thumbs at both ends, rolling up before he takes his tongue and swipes along the edge. Full concentration as he completes it, flicking the lighter on and bringing it to the blunt to seal it. He brings it up to your face, waving it around. He absolutely pearled it, not too loose in any area and not too tight that the wrap gets ruined.

He smiles at you, noting how your eyes linger on him. “This is only the second one. Don’t tell me you’re tapping out already,”

You laugh. “I would never.”

He lights the blunt, rotating it between his thumb and index to make sure it burns evenly. He brings it to his mouth and inhales, pulling it away and breathing in some of the smoke through his nose. He passes the blunt to you as he exhales. You admire him like this, he seems so calm and serene, like he’s at ease with everything going on within his life.

The rotation continues until the blunt is virtually gone and there’s a silence in the room as you both settle into your highs. You look towards each other, resting faces did away with as you both smile. Laughing because you’re under a silent agreement, already knowing what the other is hinting towards.

“It’s your turn to roll though,” He passes you the jar and rolling tray.

“No, you should do it,”

“Baby, I’ve rolled the last two times. And I rolled all of last night, c’mon.” He looks towards you with a pout.

You sigh, rolling your eyes and grabbing everything from him. He watches you intently as you roll, how your bottom lip finds its way between your teeth like always when you’re in deep concentration. You’re pretty. He thinks he says that under his breath so he’s a bit taken aback when you mutter a small thank you in response, not totally catching onto what he was saying.

Once you’re done rolling, you spark it and the scene unfolds as normally. Stark silence except for the occasional break of laughter at some TikTok video. Typically, you and Jisung play music or watch tv as you smoke, but lately, you both have been enjoying the silence that has been coated within each other’s company. This is something you guys haven’t been able to do in what feels like forever; both of you having hectic work lifestyles, it feels good to get moments like this, together.

Jisung puts the blunt out and turns his head to you. Knowing him all too well, you turn towards him. His hair is a mess, mostly because the both of you have only woken up a few hours ago, and his eyes are red and glossy. He licks his lips, looking down for a moment before he meets your gaze. He’s so pretty, you don’t think you tell him that enough, though he ensures you that you do. He appreciates the compliments that come from you, and always tries his best to return the favor.

“What do you want, baby?” You ask him softly, your voice is like sugar to him.

“Want a kiss,” His brown eyes are already dark, but there’s something deeper about them at this moment.

“My mouth is dry, not gonna kiss you,” You laugh.

“Well, drink some water and put your lips on mine,” He whines to you.

Throughout this conversation, you could feel his fingers trailing up your thigh. You’re not wearing pants, only an oversized shirt, and your underwear; if Jisung wanted to try something, he could. And he does, moving closer to you and running his finger over your panties. You barely get a chance to drink your water in the midst of this, and before you know it Jisung has his lips on yours. He slides his tongue into your mouth and lets himself explore. He’s concentrated; he’s got his lips on yours and now he’s pulling your panties to the side, dipping his finger down to your slit.

He smiles into the kiss, nearly surprised that you’re already this wet for him. He’s grateful for it though, showing his appreciation by sliding his fingers into your cunt slowly. You moan into the kiss as he carefully fucks his fingers into you. His fingers fit inside of you expertly, as if his hands were made to be used on you. And even though the kissing, he doesn’t make an error, his fingers continue at the same speed, almost teasing. Not that Jisung is all that much of a tease, when he wants to feel you, he can’t bring it out of himself to tease you and draw out the process, no matter how much he may want to. This is why fingering you is a happy medium; he gets to feel you and draw out the process.

However, Jisung is undoubtedly in love with the way your hands feel on him. Pulling his fingers out of you, and grabbing your hand to place onto the bulge in his sweats. He breaks the kiss for a moment, lips lingering close to yours as he ghosts his fingers against your clit. You, however, take free rein on the invitation prosed by Jisung and slip your hand into his sweatpants.

“Slut. You’re not wearing any underwear,” You laugh.

“Just for you, baby.”

His lips are back on yours, unable to get enough of them. He lifts his hips a bit as you shallowly attempt to pull his sweats down a bit. You pull his cock out and break the kiss so you can see it. Jisung has always had a pretty dick, literally perfect and not too big for his body either; though it is thick, so the stretch of his cock when he’s inside of you feels amazing—the literal perfect fit. Your hand fists tightly around his cock until you drawback to rethink your steps. Jisung looks confused until you take that same hand and drag your fingers along your slit to collect your juices, placing your hand back onto his cock.

Jisung can’t help but moan, and he doesn’t know whether it’s because of seeing what you did, or the feeling of your hand wrapped tightly around his cock; either way, you’re the sexiest person on earth in his eyes. He continues to thrust his fingers into you, every so often pulling them out to play with your clit while you do the same to his dick. The only sound in the room is your moans and the sinfully slick sound of your wetness.

“Need you, baby,” Jisung whines into your lips. “You need me too?”

“Always,”

Jisung pulls away from you, lifting himself off of the bed. He grabs you by the ankle, dragging you closer to the edge of the bed. He kneels down, spreading your legs in the process, pinning them to your chest. He’s extra concentrated on your pussy, actually drooling at the sight of it—and not caring to wipe his mouth either. He taps his cock against your cunt lightly, teasing you just because he can. Going even further and hooking your dampened underwear over his cock and slowly thrusting, dragging the shaft of his cock along your cunt.

He fucks himself like this, high, not only from the weed but from the feeling. And it’s nearly enough to get you off, too, but you want more—you crave the feeling of him inside you: stretching you out and fucking you so deeply that you feel him for days after.

“Sungie, please,”

That’s all it takes. One tiny plea for him to slide your panties to the side once again and slip into you. He’s a bit mindless as he fucks you. Yes, he’s hitting all the correct spots and stretching you out wonderfully; but he’s just a whining, drooling mess hiding behind a soft dominant persona—there’s only one goal in his mind and it’s to cum. Your name leaves his lips in a chant, spilling from his mouth like spit. He presses a hand flat against your lower stomach, angling his hips at just the right angle for him to fuck you deeper.

“Come here, baby.” He grabs your jaw, pulling you a bit closer to him. You open your mouth slightly, letting him spit into it, only for you to spit it back out. It drips across your chin, but that's no problem for Jisung, licking it back up and spitting it back into your mouth. He ends the little game by sealing it with a kiss, his tongue working its way into your mouth to taste you.

He breaks the kiss quickly, moving his hands back and hooking them on the underside of your knees. He pulls out, spitting down onto your cunt before fucking back into you. This time he’s a lot faster with the way he fucks you, still as calculated as he can be through the sweet haze that’s fogging up his mind. You reach out for him, holding onto his wrists while he works his way inside of you. Cunt clenching and dripping around his cock, begging for his cum. You know that all you need to do is ask, and you’ll receive.

“Sung, please cum in me,” It’s intended to be a question, but it sounds like an order. There’s a quick snap of his hips as he drives somehow deeper into you, the tip of his cock grazing over that familiar squishy spot, and your vision fades a bit.

There's a squeal that leaves your mouth, and a hand comes up, almost hesitantly against Jisung’s lower abdomen in a shallow attempt to slow him down. Of course, it serves as no use because he just flings your hand away. “You can take it, baby, c’mon, just a little more,”

It’s almost like he’s saying that to both of you. Sweat drips from his forehead as he focuses all his energy on getting you to the edge. He makes swift, quick thrusts into you, unable to fully savor the moment. It’s like he’s racing against the clock, well, his clock—so close to coming but he doesn’t want to do it without you.

“Cum with me, baby, please,” He whines out, cock twitches as he cums in you.

He doesn’t stop fucking into you though, promptly getting you to the edge and helping you ride it out. You both cum with sobs: tiny little tears in both of your eyes, and drool pooling in the corners of your mouths. Through your highs it’s like the clock stopped for a moment, allowing the both of you to savor the moment. Panting through kisses as Jisung continues slow, shallow thrusts into you; barely wanting to pull out of you. Though he does, watching how his cum spills out and pools beneath you. Dipping his fingers into the seeping cum and spreading it all over your cunt to further make a mess of you.

He plops down next to you, and you both lay in silence, staring up at the ceiling. You settle into the silence, calm and securely. It isn’t uncomfortable, rather, it’s normal and soothing as you absentmindedly play with each other's fingers.

“It’s your turn to roll, you know?” You smile, poking at him.

“If I make you cum again would I still have to?” He asks, playing with your fingers.

“Only if you make me cum in under five minutes.” You snort at him.

“Challenge accepted,” He says, kneeling beside the bed and spreading your legs once again.

You did cum in under five minutes, but with the prettiest pout, you convinced Jisung to roll another blunt.

© PLANETDREAM 2022

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One Time Thing | (1)

— pairing: jisung x fem!reader

— genre: just smut(for now?)

— summary: what does your bestfriend of two years do when he finds out you’ve never been eaten out before? he offers to do it himself, of course.

— rating: 21+

— wc: 3.5k

— warnings/content: non-idol!au, mentions of alcohol and vomiting, MESSY oral(f receiving), spitting, fingering, dirty talk, multiple orgasms (please let me know if i missed anything!)

— a/n: hihi i’m back! it’s been awhile since i’ve written anything so i’m a bit rusty, please be patient with me! the your eyes m/v awakened something inside of me so here we are, friends. i might turn this into a little series if people end up liking it.

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Fuck Those Frat Boys

Welcome to the SKZ fraternity, how can we help you?

The SKZ fraternity is a chapter known for their charity work, their lavish parties, their academic prowess...and their members. A group of eyecatching young men who could turn anyone's head.

Which member will turn yours first?

Here you'll find a collection of smutty oneshots born from the fact that Stray Kids have the biggest frat boy energy ever. These can be read as individual stories or all together as part of a set.

Genre: College!au, Fraternity!au, Smut

Pairing: OT8 x Fem!reader (Individual oneshot for each member)

Teaser: SKZ as frat boys

Meet the members of the SKZ fraternity

Bang Chan: The President

"I am going to kill you Christopher Bang!"

"And here I thought you were going to kiss me."

Lee Minho: The Vice President

"And you usually approach random women in grocery stores to tell her that her mangos are unripe Lee Minho?"

"No. I don't approach random people at all usually."

Seo Changbin: The Secretary

"If I get caught with you Changbin I'm dead."

"That's why we don't get caught sweetheart."

Hwang Hyunjin: The Socialite

"How come I've never seen you before?"

"We don't exactly run in the same circles Hyunjin. I'm a scholarship student, remember?"

Han Jisung: The Events Coordinator

"I am not coming to your shirtless car wash Jisung."

"Why not? I'll be shirtless."

Lee Felix: The Recruitment Officer

"You're a frat boy?"

"Yes I am. But I have cookies."

Kim Seungmin: The Treasurer

"We've been dating since we were sixteen Seungmin and you never thought to tell me about this?"

"Because I knew you'd freak out"

Yang Jeongin: The New Pledge

"Your friends sure love to embarras you huh?"

"That doesn't even begin to explain it."