heh. . . stoner ihan who uses whenever he needs to relax, so reader tries it after a stressful week and things get a lil fweaky đ(all consensual ofc!!)
â Pairing: stoner! Leehan x afab! Reader
â Plot: Leehan shows you how relaxing and pleasurable a little weed can feel
â Genre: smut, saliva, oral (f receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, Leehanâs a tease, high sex, nipple play
â Notes: No because this is me irl đ smoking from my pen after a stressful exam or some shit so this is gonna be exactly that đ
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To say you were swamped was an understatement. Two exams and a project this week, another exam, a single project, and a group presentation next week. A midterm and six page essay due the week after. Stressed doesnât even begin to cover it. Not to mention that working a couple hours in between classes whilst trying to keep your social life flourishing wasnât going the greatest.
You had just gotten a moment to breathe, the coffee from earlier doing wonders for your work ethic as you were able to complete 2/3 projects and get two pages of your essay done. All in the name of efficiency, you told yourself. You decided to leave studying for the weekend. As it was Friday, you packed up your stuff, closing up the on-campus museum and slinging your backpack across your shoulder, ready to leave.
You had gotten confirmation from your boyfriend, Leehan, that his roommate, Taesan, would be gone for the weekend. You hadnât expected anything different upon opening the door, the muted scent of weed letting you know he hasnât lit up yet.
âBaby! Youâre here! How was work?â
He greets you with a big smile on his face, kissing your forehead as he closes the door behind you. You always fill up with happiness whenever you see him. Heâs always so cheery and cute when he greets you, how could you not be?
âIt was good actually! Not too many people came so I was actually able to knock out a good chunk of my work for the upcoming weeks. Iâm still stressed about this exam on Monday but I cannot study today.â
You sigh exasperated, emphasizing the today while neatly placing your bag by the end of the couch and lying down across it. You get comfortable fast, having already taken off your shoes by the door, and discarding your bra near one of the pillows. Heâs quick to get you some water and a plate of leftover fried rice. You quickly jump up, excited yet cautious.
âYou didnât put brine shrimp in here, did you?â
He rolls his eyes, practically feeding you a spoonful.
âThat was one time! And no, Taesan made it before he left.â
He grumbled, to which you laughed and happily took a bite. He was telling you about his day, the marine biology exam he took earlier that day and how youâd both be studying together this weekend as he had more exams coming up. He can see it in your eyes how tired you look from the constant stress youâre facing.
âYou know Iâd never pressure you, but if youâre so stressed, maybe you should smoke the joint with me? Itâll help you relax, plus itâll make the food taste a lot better.â
You were never against your lovely stoner boyfriend doing just thatâ smoking weed whenever he pleased. The smell never bothered you and he was always so fun to be around regardless. But you had been curious of its magical stress-relieving properties recently. Maybe it wasnât such a bad idea.
âYou know, I have been thinking about it recently. But Iâve never smoked before. Can you teach me?â
His eyes light up as if he was looking at the sun itself. He nods, eyes disappearing into a smile as he grabs the new joint he told you he picked up today from a nearby smoke shop. He makes sure to grab the lighter and ash tray with him as he sets the items on the counter.
âOf course Iâll teach you! Just go slow, you donât wanna cough out all the smoke and have it be for nothing.â
He opens a couple of windows before carefully lighting the joint, making sure itâs burning evenly before giving you a demonstration. When heâs done explaining, he holds the butt end up to your lips, instructing you to take a hit slowly. You do as he says, making sure to stay relaxed as you inhale, not letting the sharp burn of the weed make you cough. You slowly exhale, turning to a now giggly Leehan as he leans in to give you a quick kiss.
âYou did it! Now try again. Donât worry, Iâll make sure you donât do more than you can handle.â
Of course you trust him, he is an expert after all. You take another drag, this one a little longer and heavier than the last. You do end up coughing a bit and he prompts you to drink water to soothe the burn. You can feel your body loosen up a little, your head feeling a little floaty and every slight comment becoming just a little funnier.
You can feel yourself growing hungry, eating the fried rice he gave you faster than normal. He just sits there, taking a hit every now and then while watching you in awe. Normal conversations become funnier than they were meant to be as it took you a while to finish your food because of the constant interruptions.
âBet you forgot about all the work you have to do, right?â
He chuckles and hands you the joint.
âI did until you reminded me about it.â
But thereâs no bite to your words, just a slow delivery and long laughs following. You pass the joint around a couple times, the feeling of the weed settling in your throat. The fried rice has been finished for a while now, simple back and forth banter about everything and nothing filling up the space between you two. Heâs since moved to be next to you, leaning into the couch as you lean into him.
The effect of the high is hitting you in waves, each one being more intense than the last. Your muscles are fully relaxed now, tingles blooming along your body as it becomes hyper aware of everything around it. The temperature of the air, the warmth radiating from Leehan, and the fabric of your clothes on your body.
You werenât wearing the softest t-shirt today. It was a little tight and not 100% cotton. So when the temperature dropped to be a little cooler than usual, the feeling of your nipples perking up against the fabric of your shirt was enough to elicit a little moan out of you. Leehan caught on quickly, understanding the nuances of your body before you could.
âI see, someone is a little more sensitive than normal. The weed will do that to you.â
Youâre a little confused and slightly embarrassed at how much of a reaction that pulled from you. You reasoned with yourself that your body was more aware of its state and that the extra sensitivity was a side effect of it. But before you could respond, Leehan had snaked his hands from your waist up to your nipples, positioning you between his lap as your back was now against his chest. He slowly rubbed his thumbs across the sensitive peaks, kissing along your cheek and forehead.
âYou donât mind if I help you out, right? The weed is going to make things feel so much more⊠intense.â
He explains and you nod your head in agreement, melting into his touch and throwing your head back against his shoulder. With your neck exposed to him, he trails his kisses down your jaw, settling on the side of your neck where he begins to lick and suck the area. His hands have made it under your shirt at this point, twisting and toying with your nipples as you roll your hips against nothing.
Moans and whimpers escape your lips as the multiple sensations consume you. Had you known this to be another effect of weed you wouldnât have waited so long to try it out.
âMhmm Hannie⊠it all feels so goodâŠâ
You bite your lip as he begins to pinch your hardened nipples. He removes one hand from your chest with a squeeze before holding your jaw and tilting it towards him, enveloping your lips in a gentle yet needy kiss. You can feel him hard against your back, the occasional buck of his hips jolting you into his hands. You can barely process all the sensations, a pit building in your stomach that you didnât think could happen from just nipple stimulation.
Your moans only egg him on as he continues to roll your nipples between his fingers. Your heavy breathing indicates to him that youâre close. But his lips remain on yours as he removes his hand from beneath your shirt, trailing a long finger down your stomach and past the waist band of your leggings, resting on your clit over your panties.
Your breath hitches as the contact, hips bucking into his hand for a lick of relief. He breaks the kiss for a moment, much to your complaints, as he grabs the rest of the joint. With your aid in relighting it, he brings it up to your lips again. You close your eyes, letting the warmth settle in your chest as he does the same, you both exhaling a big joint cloud into the air as he places his hand back to its previous spot. You rock your hips against his fingers again, a newfound need building within you the higher you get.
Leehan almost canât bear the feeling of you grinding into his fingers as each movement of yours directly recoils onto him. Heâs straining against his jeans and the faster you rock your hips to meet your orgasm, the faster you drive him towards his own. Not wanting to blow his load before heâs even had a chance to be in you yet, he moves his hand away again. You all but whine into his ear,
âHannie! I was close, pleaseâŠâ
You beg, and the glint in your eyes is enough to ignite a fire in his. It didnât help how high he was as he practically threw you over his shoulder. You were both really high, moments that were supposed to be charged instead being replaced by giggles about how needy you both were for each other. But despite how much he wanted to slam himself into you, he wanted to show you just how pleasurable getting off while high could be.
He sprawled you out on his bed, removing most of his clothes before helping you with all of yours. He closed the gap between you again, kissing you with fervor as his hands find your exposed clit. He dips a finger in your wetness, a sound of shock escaping his lips at how wet you truly were. Spreading it along your folds, he gets to work on your clit, fingers rubbing slow but with the perfect amount of pressure he knows drives you up a wall. Itâs so good but not enough. You shouldâve known that even when you were both high heâd still be a tease.
Your hips buck up into his fingers again trying to increase the pressure. Your hands grab fistfuls of his hair as you pull him down to connect your lips again in a messy kiss. Tongues rolling against each other as saliva pools at the corners of your mouths. The pleasure builds quicker than you remember, another wave of your high hitting you as the pads of his fingers gather your slick.
âFuck, Hannie, please, please, pleaseâŠâ
âShit, you sound so good begging for it,â
He hums against your lips, finally applying the pressure you need to reach the tipping point. Your back arches, pushing your chest further against him and your clit straight against his digits. It takes mere seconds for your jaw to go slack, the overwhelming feeling of being high amplifying your orgasm. He takes the opportunity to kiss along your parted lips and slack jaw, kisses marking their way down your neck and chest.
He stops to flick at your ever-hardening nipples, eyes catching yours as he wraps his lips around the sensitive peaks. His fingers continue their assault, slipping two inside your dripping hole. Your hand flies to his wrist, the overstimulation hitting already.
âOh come on baby, Iâve only just startedâŠâ
Youâre not sure if his words come out muffled against your chest or if your hearing is becoming fuzzy from the pleasure. But very quickly, you feel your second orgasm building as his fingers work miracles into you, the pads of his fingers hitting that spot in you that you has your vision blurring at the corners. He can feel your incoming release, forcing himself away from your chest to move down to your core. He pushes your thighs apart, removing his fingers and replacing them with his tongue.
You find it in you to open your eyes, caressing his hair as he stares into you with the most love youâve ever seen. Your other hand struggles to grip the sheets as his tongue works tirelessly to lap up your juices. The feeling of his tongue in your walls is entirely too much as you spill into his mouth, hips bucking wildly into his face with the tip of his nose hitting your clit perfectly. Your moans are unrestrained at this point, pleas and whimpers escaping every passing second that heâs stimulating you.
âI hope you have the energy for a little more, I have a huge problem,â
He discards his boxers, cock springing free and hitting his stomach in the process. Heâs been leaking into his boxers ever since he was teasing you on the couch. Your eyes are half-lidded and heavy and you feel dizzy, but you find it in yourself to open your legs further. You can tell by the way his eyes light up that Leehan couldnât be happier with your actions, leaning down to kiss you as he lines himself up with your entrance. He pushes in slowly, but you have other plans as your walls completely welcome him.
He slips in like itâs second nature, like he doesnât know how to do anything else but pound into you. A loud moan is caught by his kiss, the taste of yourself on his lips coupled with the sharp snaps of his hips deep into your hole proving to be almost too much for you to handle.
Youâre writing beneath him, hands frantically finding anything to grip on before settling on his shoulders, nails blunt and digging into his skin in searing slashes like youâre clawing him. His groans fill your ears as he breaks the kiss, head hung low by your ears as he focuses the movement of his hips whilst trying not to cum this quickly. You canât even tell how long itâs been, how many times youâve cum, if youâre still cumming from the last time.
All you know is how floaty your head feels and how delicious the pace heâs set is making you feel.
âFuck Hannie, Iâm cumming againâŠâ
He can only grunt in response, afraid anything he might try to say will result in him blowing his load before heâs ready to. He wants to savor this feeling, his first time having sex while being high. Nothing can beat the feeling as your walls flutter around him, sucking him in deeper. You donât even try to stop the scream that rips itself from your throat as your vision goes white, eyes rolling to the back of your head and muscles tensing up faster than you can register. He follows quickly, commending himself for pulling out just in time to spill his seed all over your lips and lower abdomen.
Where he would normally clean you up, he falls next to you instead, breaths shallow and heavy as he tries to remember how to breathe. Your body is still shaking from the multiple orgasms, and you know youâre definitely still high.
When he finally finds the will to get up, he grabs a cloth to help clean you up, chuckling when he comes back to find you sound asleep, legs still spread out on the bed in a lewd display of your juices running down your lips and his slowly trailing down the side of your lower abdomen.
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