#bonedo

And then, your hand slid lower, brushing over the tight bulge straining against his baggy jeans. Taesan froze, pulling back slightly, his voice low and warning. “Baby…stop teasing.” his fingers lightly pressing against your wrist. You just whined softly, trailing your hand back up to caress his abs again, pressing your lips to his jaw. “But I missed you so much…”

“I know…but your parents are sleeping. We can’t do this now.” he said, voice thick with restraint. You leaned closer, teasing him by brushing the edge of his underwear’s band with your fingers, heart racing, whispering, “I don’t care…just a little…”

“I don’t want to disrespect them...” he murmured, biting his lip as his hands slid over your waist, holding you close, but resisting his own desire. You rubbed him through his jeans again, slowy, and you could feel the way his heart pounded beneath your palm. His breathing grew heavier, voice straining as he tried to hold himself together.

“Don’t…rub there…” he warned. You pressed your mouth to his neck, sucking gently, and suddenly his hand shot down to grab your wrist. “Baby, stop. Stop.” His tone was sharp this time, serious enough to make your pout deepen. “We can’t.” he said firmly, though his eyes were already betraying him, dark and restless.

You blinked up at him, lashes fluttering, lips parted just so, gazing at him with wide, innocent eyes. His jaw clenched as he exhaled. “No—don’t look at me like that. With those fucking eyes.” Slowly, you slipped off his lap, your fingers sliding down to his waistband. His breath hitched. “Baby—no—what are you doing…”

Ignoring his weak protest, you tugged his zipper down, pulling the denim just low enough. You bent your head and pressed a soft, lingering kiss against the outline of his dick through his boxers, your eyes never leaving his face. “Don’t…don’t do that…” he rasped, head falling back against the wall. “Fuck…”

You kept kissing him there, sweet and teasing, until you felt his restraint finally break. “Fuck it.” he growled, hand sliding into your hair to grip the nape of your neck. He yanked you back up to him, crashing his lips against yours with rough, desperate hunger. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

You giggled softly against his mouth, biting down on your bottom lip as his eyes narrowed, one brow raising at your reaction. “You’re enjoying this way too much, aren’t you?” he muttered, voice low. You nodded without hesitation, pulling him back in for another hungry kiss, your tongue sliding against his. “Take this off.” he said roughly, tugging on the waistband of your shorts.

Your skin prickled under his gaze as you slipped them off, tossing them aside. Now you sat there in just your panties and his oversized shirt, cheeks burning as his eyes roamed over you. He quickly yanked off his own shirt, revealing the lean muscles you’d been caressing earlier. His mouth was on yours again in an instant, desperate and demanding.

His hands slid down to cup your ass, squeezing firmly, pulling you flush against the hard outline straining in his boxers. He leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice a soft whisper that sent a shiver straight through you. “Bend over for me.” You slipped off his lap in a rush, climbing onto the bed and bending over for him, face pressed into the sheets, ass up in the air.

“Good girl.” he muttered, his large hands spreading over your cheeks, squeezing hard. “So fucking sexy.” The sharp sting of his palm cracked against your ass, making you yelp into the mattress, only for his touch to soften, caressing where he’d just smacked. The mix of pain and sweetness dragged a whine out of you.

His eyes dropped to your panties, where a dark wet patch had already formed. He groaned low in his throat, rubbing his fingers over your covered slit. “Desperate today, aren’t you? Soaking your panties…” You whined, wiggling your hips, trying to push yourself back against his touch.

He laughed softly, like he couldn’t believe how badly you wanted him. He tugged your panties to the side in one motion, his fingers sliding through your slick folds before rubbing your wetness all over, coating you. You whimpered at the feeling, pushing your hips back for more. Then he slipped two fingers inside without warning, stretching you as he pumped them in and out steadily.

You gasped, gripping the sheets. “Shh, baby,” he hushed, leaning over you, voice hot against your ear. “Keep it down, or I’ll stop.” You nodded quickly, biting your lip as he fucked his fingers into you, your muffled moans betraying your struggle to stay quiet. Just as the pleasure built, he pulled his fingers out, making you whine in frustration.

Before you could complain, the sound of his zipper being undone filled the room. His jeans and boxers were shoved down, and his cock sprang free, heavy and hard. Without wasting another second, Taesan lined himself up and pushed into you slowly but deep, stretching you inch by inch until he bottomed out.

Your muffled whine shook through the pillow. “Fuck…” he groaned, gripping your hips tighter. “Sorry, baby. Couldn’t help myself.” His thrusts started slow but deep, each push making you bury your face into the sheets as soft moans spilled out of you. Your fingers twisted in the fabric, knuckles white. “Are you happy now, baby?” he rasped, hips rolling into you. “Yeah? This what you wanted?”

You nodded over and over, desperate, your voice breaking with every needy sound that escaped your throat. He chuckled breathlessly, low and wicked. “Horny little girl.” His pace picked up, deeper, harder, his hips slamming against yours. Your moans grew louder without your permission, tumbling out in waves, too much to hold back.

Taesan leaned over you, lips brushing against your ear, voice rough with pleasure. “Told you to be quiet, baby.” His palm pressed firmly over your mouth, muffling your cries the instant he began pounding into you deeper, every thrust perfectly angled to hit that spot again and again. The room filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, your muffled moans, his grunts and groans and the soft music.

“Look at you—moaning like a slut when your parents are right downstairs.” he growled into your ear. You whimpered beneath his hand, your body arching as his thrusts grew harder, each one making your gummy walls squeeze around him. “Fuck, you’re drenching my cock.” he groaned, hips snapping into you, the wet sounds filling the room.

Your moans turned breathless, your body trembling as the heat coiled tighter and tighter inside you. Unable to speak, you reached back, fingers searching for his hand. He caught the hint instantly, lacing your fingers together, holding you tight. “You’re close, baby?” he panted, slamming deeper.

You nodded desperately, muffled cries vibrating against his palm. “Go on, pretty,” he urged, his voice filled with need. “Let go for me—cum on this dick.” With just a few more thrusts, your body snapped, walls clenching down on him with a silent cry. Pleasure tore through you as your release gushed out, your cunt pulsing around him.

“Shit, baby—you’re so fucking tight.” he cursed, pulling his hand from your mouth just to watch your face twist in bliss. His eyes dropped down, catching the sight of his cock glistening, dripping with your release, and it pushed him over the edge. “Ngh—fuck—shit—I’m fucking cumming.” he groaned, burying himself deep as his warmth spilled into you.

You whimpered at the sensation, his hips grinding as he thrust through it, pushing his release deeper inside, his hands gripping and squeezing your ass. His chest pressed to your back, his heavy breathing fanning across your ear, both of you trembling as the aftershocks rolled through your bodies.

His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “Lay on your back for me, baby.” You nodded, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling as you turned over. He was still buried inside you, the stretch almost overwhelming, and his gaze softened watching your state. “So fucking beautiful.” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

Your heart melted at the tenderness in his voice, even with his cock still pulsing inside you. When he finally pulled out, you felt the hot spill of his release drip out of you, your hole fluttering around nothing. His eyes darkened as he watched it ooze out, and he let out a strained, “Fuuuck, baby.”

He spread it around your folds with his fingers, smearing his cum messily over your swollen slit, before pushing two fingers back inside. You whined at the overstimulation, body twitching under his touch. Hovering over you, he whispered, “You can take one more for me, yeah?” You nodded, biting down on your lip, and he smiled, eyes glinting. “My naughty girl.”

His fingers pumped in and out faster, deeper, while his thumb circled your clit. He leaned down to kiss you softly, but soon the kiss turned hungry, your whines and gasps spilling into his mouth as his hand worked you closer and closer. Your nails dug into his bicep, the pleasure overwhelming. “Sanni—m’gonna cum!” you cried against his lips. He hummed low in his throat. “Mm, let go, baby.” His hand moved faster, your body arching into his touch.

You kissed him hard, muffling your cries as you came again, clenching desperately around his fingers. He slowed them gradually, easing you down, until he finally slipped them out. You lay there breathless, cheeks burning red, chest rising and falling. He pressed another soft kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering. “Sorry, baby,” he chuckled, his voice tender. “I ruined your panties.”

a/n: this is inspired by a freaky audio i heard from @highway-143 i know im a gooner guys no need to mention it ◞‸◟

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he sports a pink hair tie on his wrist permanently, as if the simple tie marks him as yours; as you know, a pink hair tie stands out on a outfit that you can find on pinterest under the search ‘grunge outfit inspo’.

“oh, you want that cookie so bad.” riwoo is non-stop clicking pictures of the sight infront of him, taesan with a pink hair tie as a bracelet and a ring with a shiny pink gemstone, as though he came across dinosaurs in the open.

speaking of ring, last valentines day you got him a gorgeous silver ring with the most delicate pink gem on it, saying that as long as he wears this ring, he has a part of your bright personality and passion for pink with him.

he hasn’t took it off since.

today, you’re feeling inspired. you have taesan sitting on the edge of the bed as you straddle his hips with a soft pink hairclip in your hand. your fingers flow through his soft dark locks as you try to clip the pin in the best way you see fit.

at the same time, taesan? he’s smiling a lovesick smile, his hands stay resting on your hips as he draws shapes on the curve of your hips absent-mindedly and his eyes reflect hearts.

he lets you do whatever you want without a complaint, forget a complaint, not even a beat is wasted before he agrees to anything you want to do.

which is how he ends up with a ribbon tied loosely but tight enough not to fall on his wrist, a hello kitty hairpin is in his hair, his beloved pink-silver ring on his ring finger and a my melody keychain hanging in one of the belt loops of his jeans.

he looks like a emo boy who fell victim to a pink cyclone. he could have removed the pink coloured accessories in the car, but he doesn’t want to undo the work you did on him with his favourite smile in the whole world.

so, he shows up to the chill hangout hosted at jaehyun’s appartment and the second he walks in chaos erupts, “our resident emo lover boy finally showed up!” sungho yells, uncaring of the poor neighbour’s of myung.

woonhak gives a eyeroll that says i knew this would happen, yet i’m still amused this is reality, “you look like a unicorn threw up on you.”

“it’s a couple of accessories,” taesan retorts with a scoff. “and what’s wrong if i look like it? unicorns aren’t exactly ugly.” he expects chuckles but the chaos explodes ten fold.

everyone bursts out laughing as if they heard the funniest sentence in the whole universe. the other five’s voices overlap over one another, and the teasing starts.

“you’re not the taesan that’s my homeboy! get out!”

“love hit him like a meteor.”

“who knew the girlfriend effect could be this effective and insane?”

“look at our resident romeo!”

taesan rolls his eyes, even though his ears are slightly pink, “alright, pack it up—” he starts but they don’t stop. they only tease more and more. sungho ruffles his hair with a shit-eating grin, leehan is pointing and laughing as if there’s no tomorrow, all while the non-stop chatter of the other three is loud enough for jaehyun to possibly get evicted.

well, this has happened many times. everytime he thinks about it for two seconds and immediately he follows it up with a worth it when he sees you and your shiny pink lip gloss.

a part of taesan’s routine is helping you put rollers in your hair at night so that you can achieve soft curls first thing in the morning, which means basically ensuring a good start to your day because a good hair day is a good day.

his fingers gently work their wonders on your hair. he slowly rolls your locks in the cylindrical rollers, clipping them in place. he does it with the precision of a surgeon too, as if he will get fired from an imaginary job where he’s supposed to put rollers in your hair if he doesn’t do it perfectly.

he admires his work afterwards, contently humming as you turn for him. he watches as you then do your skincare routine, tilting his head as he asks what double cleansing is. you answer his question and he nods.

after not even ten seconds, he asks another question. and then another. every single day it’s like he comes prepared with a list of questions to ask you. he just can’t help it, he wants to know everything about the things you love.

he applies your hair serum for you on hair wash days. his hands gently work the serum into your scalp, giving you a massage-slash-serum application service with the focus of a hair stylist.

taesan remembers how you said that serum is only to be applied in the scalp while conditioner is applied on the ends, not the scalp. he works methodically, massaging in sections to ensure the serum is absorbed completely.

he dries your hair for you, he’s basically your at home salon. he blow dries your hair carefully, making sure the drier doesn’t get too close. he smiles a soft grin when he sees you look in the mirror at your reflection, contended with the result.

he holds your many, many bags on your shopping trips. taesan sees you look at any clothing item for a second too long? he’s buying it for you.

he never lets you pay for all the stuff you buy, insisting that he earns to spoil you, making you blush as he winks and slides his card. spoiling you is second nature for this man.

he buys you pink roses, your favourite flower, on various occasions because ‘he felt the need to give you a rose.’ he doesn’t buy you a bouquet unless it’s a special occasion.

instead, he buys a single rose. when you open the door, he either has the stem stuck in between his teeth or he’s on his knees with the rose held out for you in a very proposal stance.

he loves being extra, but only for you to see, as— one, you love it. two, he doesn’t think anybody else deserves to experience this side of him except you.

he takes you out on lavish dinners due to the fact that you love taking lots of pictures and the over-the-top restaurants are a rather good location for photography.

and also because in his humble opinion, you deserve it and so much more.

down bad much.

taesan watches from behind you as you twirl infront of the mirror after getting ready with the most whipped grin in existence on his face with a look that screams this is the best thing life has to offer.

when you ask him how you look later, he makes silly heart poses, while complementing you ten times, maybe even fifteen. you giggle in response at his antics, and he smiles fondly as he made you smile.

this is what it’s like to be his beloved girlfriend. taesan’s love for you knows no bounds. he will handle anything just to make sure you stay happy, because a time where you aren’t smiling is his worst fear.

who knew love could chance a person so much? he certainly didn’t know that he would go from a nirvana truther to a lana del ray listener. it’s insane really, taesan says it’s due to the girlfriend effect.

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　　　　　　➷　　　　︵　　park sungho

definitely the one who bought you lingerie, he’s a sucker for seeing his lady all pretty. Surprise him with it one day after he comes home from practice, and he’s all over you, mouthing your neck, whispering praises into the shell of your ear. He’s whining at you, begging you to come to bed, kissing the of your mouth, you love seeing him needy. Once he finally gets you in the bedroom you will not be out for another two hours.

　　　　　　➷　　　　︵　　lee riwoo

doesn’t have much of a thought about lingerie until you surprise him, wearing a gorgeous red and silky set with your makeup done. Riwoo’s mouth practically drops to his feet. For the rest of the night you have him in the palm of your hand, melting into a puddle when you touch him. He shyly will press kisses against your neck as you coax him to your bed, and of course he’s already whimpering before anything even happens.

　　　　　　➷　　　　︵　　myung jaehyun

also bought you lingerie, he loves the idea of spoiling you filthy, and also the sight of you in a sexy black set. He’s going to want you on top of him, kissing him silly as he ruts up into you, seeking the friction from your clothed cunt. He gropes you like he’s never been able to touch you before. He doesn’t care that you both are actively ruining your lingerie, he can always buy another set, all he cares about is you, and how nice the material feels against his hands as he runs them all over your body.

　　　　　　➷　　　　︵　　han taesan

secretly has a thing for lingerie but never told you out of fear you wouldn’t be up to it, though was pleasantly surprised when you’re wearing the cutest pink set when he comes home from practice. Instantly VERY possessive of you, feeling you up, biting down on the most sensitive points of your neck. He wants everyone to know you’re his and nobody else, he cannot fathom the thought of someone else seeing you this sexy. Trust he will be between your legs for HOURS.

　　　　　　➷　　　　︵　　kim leehan

bought you the lingerie, but he doesn’t want you to surprise him, he wants to personally dress you. He’ll be slow and teasing while taking off your clothes, slipping your top off and pulling your pants down, being nothing but disgustingly sweet to you as he kisses and worships your body. It’s the worst when he gets to your bra and underwear, he takes his sweet time, drawing out the reactions he desires. Kissing up your leg, but instead of mouthing your heat, he pulls up the lingerie bottoms. He finally gives you what you want when he’s finished, praising you for how good you were.

　　　　　　➷　　　　︵　　kim woonhak

huge lover boy, and is honest to god into whatever you’re into. Like riwoo, lingerie never really crossed his mind until you come up behind him, your arms circling around his waist with the most gorgeous white set on. Practically drools and is instantly pulling you to the bedroom, his lips already connected to yours as you crash onto the bed. He’s swearing into your lips, his fingers already circling around your clit. A level of neediness he has never felt washes over his system and best believe he’s not letting off until you’re both milked dry. (since then he’s been buying you them himself because it turns him on that much.)

try to tell who’s moe’s bias challenge level impossible

han taesan: wearing no makeup

You always want to look your best. Whether that’s putting on a cute outfit, doing your makeup, styling your hair, or all three, you never want to be caught lacking. It was never out of insecurity or inferiority; you just like looking presentable at all times. Taesan never thought of it to be a problem either. Sure, he wished you would let loose a little around him, but it hasn't ever bothered him to the point where he felt the need to mention it.

Taesan invited you for a little beach hangout with the boys. It just so happened that it was your day off, so he asked if you wanted to tag along. You agree to meet him at the beach, needing to clean your apartment first before heading out.

He's swimming in the ocean with Jaehyun, Leehan, and Woonhak, Sungho playing soccer on the sand as Riwoo sunbathes. He decides to have an underwater breathing contest with them, diving into the water all together. You arrive, saying your greetings and placing your mat on the sand.

"Hey guys! Sorry I'm late. I got some snacks 'cuz I thought you guys would get hungry."

"You're an angel," Sungho says, snatching a bag of chips immediately.

You giggle as Riwoo comes by and rummages through the pile of snacks. The rest of the boys emerge from under the water, eyeing the two boys surrounding you.

"Y/N's here!" Woonhak exclaims, shaking his hair off and stomping out of the ocean and onto your beach mat.

"Hi 'Hakkie," you smile. The younger boy shoots you a grin before heading to the snack pile just like the rest. "Oh—I'll be back! I forgot my sunscreen bottle in the car," you say, getting up and heading towards the parking lot. Riwoo nods in your direction.

Taesan walks out of the water a little after, wiping his face as he sighs. "Where's Y/N-nie?" he asks.

"She went to get her sunscre— Oh, nevermind! She's right there!" Jaehyun declares. Taesan turns around to look in your direction and his mouth goes dry.

You're there, in all your glory, swimsuit hugging your body perfectly and your hair blowing in the wind.

But that's not what's making him paralyzed. Oh, no.

It's the fact that you are completely and utterly barefaced. Not a single drop of makeup has touched your face, and Taesan absolutely loves it. His ears burn crimson red, and he can't seem to stop staring at you even as you sit down.

"Hi, 'Sannie!" You greet, sitting beside him and wrapping your arm around his. He just stares, mindlessly wrapping his arm around your waist.

"You... look different." He mutters, just loud enough for you to hear.

You laugh lightly. "How so?" Taesan cups your cheek with his palm, so gently it's like you're made of porcelain.

"No makeup today," he says simply. You nod with a smile. "Bingo! I mean, obviously I wouldn't wear any, we're at the beach. But what do you think?" You ask him, blinking flirtatiously in a teasing way.

He smiles, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. You can practically feel him heating up.

"You look unreal," he says. "Wanna see you like this every day."

"Won't be the last time," you reassure him, pressing a kiss to his head.

"Dongmin-ah, are you gonna join us or are you gonna keep being babied by Y/N?!"

You cackle. Taesan groans.

kim leehan: drinking from the same cup or straw

Something is off. Leehan knows something is off but he just can't pinpoint it.

He first feels a disturbance in the force when the two of you are at a restaurant on a date. He goes to the bathroom and comes back, but something is different.

His drink is a little more empty.

Leehan brushes it off. Maybe he took a sip unconsciously before he got up. It couldn't have been you. You don't even let your own family members drink from the same cup as you, let alone the same straw.

It happens again when you go bowling with all your friends. You go first, then Leehan. After one of his turns, you high five him, jumping excitedly.

"Good job, love! We are so winning," you encourage. He smiles, chuckling. "I hope so. I'm out of breath," he pants, reaching for the water bottle. When he screws the cap off, he almost screams.

There are lipstick stains on the rim of the water bottle. The same exact shade plastered on your lips right now. He looks at the bottle, then back up at you.

Did you mistakenly drink from his bottle? No, he wrote his name on it. Then who...?

"That's right!" He says out loud, earning a confused stare from you. He waves you off, smiling sheepishly. Yikes, Leehan. But now he knows what happened. It was because he kissed you before drinking water. The lipstick obviously transferred. Of course! That seems like a reasonable answer.

All of Leehan’s sense of reason has flown out the window weeks ago. He thinks he’s going insane.

Lipstick stains are marked on every container he drinks out of, whether it’s his daily coffee or his diet soda at lunch time. He brings it up one night as you’re eating dinner, slamming his fist onto the table. You jump back, startled at the sudden action.

“Babe… is everything okay?” You ask. He furrows his brows so hard you’re sure it’ll leave a wrinkle.

“I’ve been feeling a little… unsettled lately,” Leehan utters, looking down at his plate.

“Why does that sound so creepy?”

“No— I just—” he stammers. “Weird things have been happening. Like your lipstick is always on the bottles I drink out of. And I know it can’t be you because you get grossed out by it which I completely understand, but—“

“Leehan, what?” You cut him off, chuckling. “I have been drinking from the same cup as you.”

“…You have?”

“Yes, honey.”

“Oh.” He mutters. “You’re not… grossed out?”

“I still am,” you laugh. “Just not with you.”

“Oh,” he repeats. “Okay.”

You snicker at the lack of words from your boyfriend. But you know deep down that it sparked something warm inside of him. You can tell, by the way he pushes his cup towards you and watches as you giggle before taking a sip straight out of the straw. His eyes crinkle into crescent moons as he looks at you fondly.

“Maybe I wasn’t going crazy after all.”

—

⋆˚࿔ PARK SUNGHO ⋆˚࿔

your first time getting intimate with your boyfriend sungho was on your one year anniversary.

you both had kissed, made out, hell even seen each other naked. but something always held you both back from actually having sex.

it wasn't because you didn't trust him or you didn't love him enough. you just felt like you should wait.

so when the two of you had finished celebrating your anniversary and were sitting on the couch exchanging glances and soon enough kisses.

you knew you wouldn't stop this time.

you straddled his lap, hands locked behind his neck as you stared into his eyes.

"sungho..." he stayed silent, waiting for you to finish.

"i think I'm ready." you were hesitant with your words, but only because of your nerves.

the kisses on the couch turned into making out. and thay escalated to the two of you giggling as you ran into the bedroom and finished the night spent in each others arms, in each others warmth.

"I love you." sungho muttered against your shoulder.

⋆˚࿔ LEE SANGHYUCK (RIWOO) ⋆˚࿔

the first time you met was through mutual friends.

a friend of yours was friends with jaehyun, and so it was only natural that you met riwoo.

it was at a picnic gathering, and you couldn't help but trail your eyes back to riwoo every so often.

he was so...cute.

his smile seemed to shine, and his voice was so soft when he spoke.

your friend seemed to notice your behavior, urging you to go talk to him. but you would refuse every time, face flushed as you'd shake your head.

sometime during the picnic, you were walking over to your friend. but you didn't see the branch that was laying on the ground.

as you stepped closer to her, your foot got caught on the branch. you let out a gasp as you closed your eyes, waiting for the fall.

but, it never came.

letting out a quiet, huh?, you opened your eyes.

only to see a certain someone grabbing onto you.

"are you okay? uh, y/n. right?" your faces were too close for your own good.

you took a step back, flattening your dress.

"yes!" you cleared your throat, "yeah, im okay. thank you, um.." you just realized you had no idea what his name was.

he chuckled, his cheeks tinted pink.

"sanghyuck. but you can call me riwoo." you smiled smally.

"well then, thank you, riwoo."

⋆˚࿔ HAN DONGMIN (TAESAN) ⋆˚࿔

your first fight with taesan happened four months into your relationship.

it was all just a big misunderstanding. but the two of you were stubborn. still thinking that the other was wrong. but it was still him that had started it and that was enough reason for you to stay mad at him.

you two hadn't talked the whole day, passing by each other in the house numerous times but no words or actions exchanged.

and because you weren't paying any attention to your boyfriend.

you didn't realize how upset he was.

in all honesty, taesan had forgotten about the whole argument and everything. he just wanted you.

he knows you're right there, in the same house. but for some reason. you couldn't have been farther.

taesan was silently following you around, waiting for you to notice him. to look at him. but you never did.

taesan knew he messed up, and that made it all worse. because he wanted to apologize now but...he just didn't know how.

it wasn't until you had sat down to eat your dinner that he came up to you.

his head was dropped and his hands were fidgety as he stood beside your chair.

"y-y/n..." his voice was so small, you never heard or even seen him like this before.

he felt his throat tighten up, why was it so hard to talk to you? he figured it was because of the fear that you wouldn't forgive him.

"I'm really sorry. i-i shouldn't have said what I did, it was wrong." his eyes felt blurry. was he crying? you didn't realize until you heard a sniffle from him.

that was what finally broke your resolve. you couldn't stay mad at him forever. he was your boyfriend, and you loved him.

so with a sigh, you pat the seat next to you. taesan sat down and you handed him an extra spoon, urging him to eat with you.

his breathing evened out and his nose was no longer runny, so you took it as your que to continue.

"It's okay, honey. just...please. let's talk about it next time. I don't like what happened today either." he nodded his head, still a bit shy.

he reached his shaky hand over to hold onto yours and he gave it a kiss.

⋆˚࿔ KIM DONGHYUN (LEEHAN) ⋆˚࿔

your first date with leehan was to an aquarium.

you had chosen the place, and you knew he would love it.

so when the day came and you told him where you two were going. you saw him trying to hide his smile, but he failed.

the whole date his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.

he would ramble on and on about all the types of animals that he knew about.

there were times where he felt like he was being a bit too much.

was I talking too much?

you saw how he suddenly got a bit quiet, his mood shifted. your brows furrowed as you waited to see if he would change.

you took down to a hallway of all the fishes and sea creatures you knew he knew about. and when you would ask him questions, he would keep the responses short.

you pouted a bit. "leehan?" he nodded his head in response.

"are you...not enjoying the date?" he shook his head so quickly. "no! I-I love it." you sighed, "so what's wrong?" he bit his lip.

"nothing..." he muttered under his breath. you rolled your eyes. "leehan." he huffed out, "i just didn't wanna come off as, like, too much or too nerdy." his hand went to scratch the back of his neck.

your heart squeezed at his confession.

"no, hannie, i love listening to you talk. you have me wanting to know more." his cheeks were dusted with a light pink as he gave you a shy smile.

"really?" you nodded your head. you think you might've gotten the biggest smile from him ever.

⋆˚࿔ KIM WOONHAK ⋆˚࿔

your first time sleeping over with woonhak happened unexpectedly.

you went over to the boys dorm to visit your boyfriend, you hadn't seen him in a few days.

you arrived a bit late, and the weather had seemed to get really bad out. it was raining heavily and the wind was anything but kind.

it was nearly 10pm now, and when you were looking for your purse to go, woonhak clung to you.

"y/n, it's looking really bad out..." you nodded your head. "um, princess..." you look him in the eyes now, "what's wrong?" you could see that he wanted to ask you something, his eyes avoiding yours.

"d-do you wanna...stay over." you laughed, confused as to what he was asking. "woon, i can't hear you." he brings both his hands to cover his face.

"stay over." he whined out. "do you wanna just stay over? the weathers bad and it's dark and-" your heart melted.

"i-i mean, i don't want to intrude or anything..." his hands flew off his face, his eyes widening. "never. you'd never be intruding, my house is your house." you smiled at him.

you borrowed some of his clothes, doing your nightly routine the best you coulf with limited supplies.

and when the two of you went into the room to sleep, woonhak got cold feet again.

"um," you grabbed one of his pillows, "I'll sleep on the couch. or in here but on the floor." his brows furrowed, he would never make you do that. how could u even offer to. he'd stay up all night just to make sure you got a good rest.

"do you not wanna share...?" his hands fiddled with each other, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

"i-i mean, i dont mind. I just didn't want to push too much." he shook his head, extending both his arms out for you to crawl into them.

you two were even under the blanket before he fell down with you in his arms, holding you tightly as he breathed into your hair.

"you smell nice...and you're so warm." he smiled against you. closing his eyes.

"night, woonhak." 

You were huffing and puffing, cursing at yourself as you booked it up four flights of stairs, figuring it would be faster than waiting for the elevator in the physics building. You smile as you see the door to your lab, still open.

Taking a deep breath, you compose yourself before walking in, wiping away the sweat that had collected on your forehead. You look around to see that everyone was seated, you were the last person to arrive. Scanning the room for any empty seats, you sigh when the only one is at a table with two other guys. You sheepishly walk over, embarrassed at your late arrival, and take a seat.

“Ran from the other side of campus?”

The slightly taller male with a blonde streak across the back of his hair says, quirking an eyebrow at you. You nod, still a little out of breath.

“Not to mention that this class is 20 minutes away from my other class, and I only have 15 minutes to get here.”

The other boy with brown hair chuckles, amused at your disheveled state, but sympathetic nonetheless.

“At least you got here, right?”

You laugh a little with him, taking out your lab manual and a pencil.

“I’m Leehan, and this is Taesan. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you guys, I’m Y/N.”

You do the lab with the two boys, getting to know them a little better as this first one was easy. You exchanged numbers with the boys, creating a group chat before leaving. 

༄ ༄ ༄

As the weeks slowly tick by, you’re assigned with your first group project for physics. Not knowing anyone else, you text Leehan and Taesan if you could work with them, already knowing that they would be working together. You were happy that they agreed, really not wanting to work with strangers, and you knew they were reliable based on how much they helped during your lab. You agreed to meet with them at the library later that week to work on it.

You made sure to ask them both what their favorite drink orders were, figuring that you’d need it to survive the almost 4 hour study session you’d booked out a room in the school’s library for. You got there first, putting the drinks on the table and getting your laptop out, settling in before preparing the project. Taesan arrived first, having just gotten out of class. 

“Hey, you been here long? I’m sorry I just got out of class.” 

He says, putting his stuff down on the seat across from you. He runs a hand through his hair, bouncing back to its original state. 

“No worries. I got here like 15 minutes ago but it’s fine. Do you know where Leehan is?”  

“Yeah, he texted me that he’d be running a bit late. He had a fish club meeting.” 

“Fish club?”

The boy nods his head, laughing to himself as he gets his laptop out as well. You sit and chat for a bit until Leehan shows up, hair sticking to his forehead, presumably from sweating on his way over. 

“I’m sorry I’m late! My meeting ran overtime.” 

“It’s okay. I’m sure fish club required thorough discussion.” 

You say to which Taesan bursts out laughing, not expecting you to make a joke about it, leaving Leehan flabbergasted. 

“Hey! Fish are important! And it’s not ‘fish club’ it’s Aqua Life! How many times do I have to tell you that, Taesan?” 

“I know it’s Aqua Life but fish club is funnier! Makes it more bearable to hear you talking about it all the time.” 

He scoffs as he rolls his eyes, setting his stuff down and glaring at Taesan whose hand is clutching his stomach, laughter continuing to erupt from his mouth. You giggle as you watch them bicker, finding it amusing. They reach for their drinks at the same time, thanking you for bringing them.

༄ ༄ ༄

About 2 hours into working, Leehan decides to take a break, announcing that he would be stepping out of the room. You nod to him, assuring him it’s okay before going back to work, but you note the smirk that plays on Taesan’s face as they exchange knowing looks. You brush it off for now, trying to focus on your work. The room is silent save for a few clicks here and there when one of you would start typing. You were so focused on your work that you almost missed when Leehan slipped back into the room 20 minutes later. 

“That was a long break. Are you alright?”

You ask, looking up at him, tilting your head a bit when you see that his eyes are very slightly red. He looks at you straight, nodding slowly before moving his eyes back to his laptop screen. 

“Are you sure? Your eyes are red…”

Taesan stifles a laugh, catching both of your attention as Leehan sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, like he was caught doing something bad. 

“Ah, really? I didn’t know that…”

He pulls out his phone camera, looking at himself to see that his eyes are, in fact, a little red. He didn’t think this would happen so quickly. He takes a sip of his drink, feeling his mouth get a little dry, letting out a small cough as the cold drink soothes the burn in his throat. 

“It got you that bad?”

You snap your head towards Taesan, confused by his statement. Leehan, who's still trying his best to suppress his cough, waves his hand, trying to signal a ‘no,’ but he knows it was more than he could handle. 

“What’s going on? I’m so confused…”

They giggle, Leehan looking down as Taesan starts to explain. 

“He took a smoke break. That’s why he’s coughing and his eyes are red. His mouth is dry, hence why he’s chugging his drink.”

“You smoke cigarettes? That’s not good for you, you know that, right?”

He chokes on his drink a little, holding his hand up to his mouth as he starts laughing uncontrollably. Taesan in turn, starts laughing just as hard though you can’t tell if it’s because Leehan started laughing or because of your confusion. 

“It’s not cigarettes, it's weed.” 

Your eyes almost bug out of your head. You weren’t a goodie two shoes per se, but you didn’t know anyone who smoked, let alone smoked weed. You couldn’t comprehend the idea of someone leaving a study group for a weed break. 

“Weed!?” 

You whisper-shout, eyes locked on the boy that can’t seem to stop laughing and coughing all at once. 

“Were you rolling outside? Is that why it took you so long? You know you can’t smoke on campus right? And how did no one see you smoking a blunt, wouldn’t it be obvious? Also, you don't smell like weed, how did you do that?”

You felt bad but you couldn’t stop the word vomit of questions that were flying out of your mouth, completely breaking your focus on your work. You were more intrigued than anything else. He doesn’t say anything, just shaking his head and pulling out a device from his hoodie pocket. He watches as you tilt your head. 

“I know what you're thinking, and no, it's not a vape. It’s a weed pen. No smell, just smoke. Well, not too much of a smell anyways. Sorry. We should’ve told you beforehand. We didn’t mean for you to be upset or uncomfortable by this.” 

Taesan apologizes on behalf of both of them, but you shake your head. 

“No, it's okay. I don’t mind that you guys smoke and you didn’t do it in the room so that's fine. I just– can you focus while you’re high? I guess I’m intrigued more than anything. I thought smoking weed was supposed to relax you so you don’t have to focus? How did you get into it… and is it fun?”

They take turns telling the story, explaining that they started smoking last semester after their friend introduced them to it. After a while, they both started smoking on their own, getting their own supplies and realizing that they just enjoyed being high. Leehan explained that he can focus more when he’s high than Taesan can, hence why he decided to smoke now, when he was losing interest in the work. You sat back, looking at your reflection in your laptop, whose screen was black after being idle for so long. 

“But to answer your question, yes, it is very fun being high. If you ever want to try it, let us know.”

Leehan says, adorning a lazy smile on his face that he hasn’t been able to wipe off for the entire duration of your conversation. You had never given it much thought before, smoking weed or being high, but this definitely piqued your interest. Concluding that none of you were going to get any more work done tonight, you called it a day. 

“It’s a little late and it’s dark out. Do you want us to walk back with you?” 

Taesan asked. You had figured out during random bouts of conversation that you lived in the same area. You agreed, thanking them for offering before walking out first. The walk back wasn’t too long, only about 10 minutes from the library. You were standing in line with them, watching as Leehan pulled the pen out of his pocket to hand it over to Taesan. You watched as he brought the pen up to his lips, taking a hit, the pen letting out a little hiss as he hands it back over to Leehan, inhaling slowly before looking up, blowing the cloud of smoke up into the sky. You watch the way his adam's apple bobs up and down during the motion, his jawline looking exceptionally tempting when he blows the smoke out. Leehan catches you watching, smirking to himself as you continue to watch him now, repeating the same steps as Taesan, inhaling and blowing the smoke up into the sky. 

You had never realized how attractive they both were until now, butterflies erupting in your stomach as you try to calm the heat rising to your face. Surely you were sick if you found watching two men destroy their lungs and brain cells hot, right?

“Wanna hit?”

He offers. You shake your head profusely, saying no as your cheeks burn. You didn’t want your first time being high to be unplanned and knowing you’d be by yourself later. He shrugs, laughing it off. 

“I always offer, but no pressure.”

You thank him anyways, mind distracted by the thought of them smoking and how it would feel to smoke with them. How attractive they both looked while smoking. Maybe it was something you’d have to consider. When you make it back to your dorm, you thank them one more time for walking back with you, telling them that you’d text them when to meet up again. They waited until you went inside, walking outside a little bit longer to continue smoking. 

“Dude, she totally finds you attractive. She wouldn’t stop staring at you when you were hitting the pen,” 

Leehan laughs, watching the pen light up, taking a fat hit, the cloud of smoke dark and prominent against the night sky. Taesan takes the pen from him, already buzzed as he nods. 

“She was looking at you too, maybe she thinks we look cool while smoking or something? Or maybe she’s just interested after seeing us do it?”

His reasons make sense, but Leehan can’t shake the thought that you find them attractive. They both drop it, ending their walk when they make it back to their dorm hall. 

༄ ༄ ༄

The next time you saw them during lab, you guys decided to meet up for the project the next day. It was a Friday night but none of you had plans to go home that weekend, and decided it would be a good use of time to work on the project instead. You decided to work in the study room of your building this time since you already lived there and Taesan and Leehan lived nearby. You let them into your building, smiling as you lead them to the study room. They got comfortable, opening their laptops and getting to work right away. It was a little later than you’d normally start working, around 6:30 pm, but you figured it’d be fine since you didn’t have classes the next day. 

You were really focused, this session being more successful than the last when you guys actually managed to complete the rest of the project. You checked the time to see that it had already hit 9 o’clock. You laugh to yourself, knowing that it was the random conversation you’d all had during the periods of mental block you experienced doing this project that led this to take longer than it should have.

“You guys were so locked in too! You didn’t even take a smoke break!” 

You laughed, looking at Leehan who had that signature lazy smile on his face. 

“Well actually… I smoked before we came here. Plus I hit the pen again when I went to the bathroom. I’ve been high this whole time.” 

“I’m a little high too.” 

Taesan perks up, the two of them giggling to each other. You look between them, watching as they continue to laugh at your cluelessness. You just shake your head, giggling yourself. 

“So you guys are just always high then?” 

“Only when we don’t have much to do or the work is easy. Usually we don’t get high if there’s a big test or something coming up and we really have to focus and remember things.” 

Leehan says, closing his laptop and shoving it into his bag. Taesan looks for your reaction while also packing his stuff up. 

“Does it hurt? Like when you smoke?” 

You ask. The way they looked and laughed so carefree, it made you want to experience it, but of course you had your doubts. You were nervous about how you’d act, what you’d say and how you’d feel. But you didn’t know anyone else who did it and they seemed like pretty good guys. An amused look settles on Taesan’s face. 

“Maybe the first time your throat will hurt but you get used to it. Wanna try?” 

You don’t say no, slowly nodding your head as the boys exchange knowing glances. 

“Alright, let’s go outside. The pen has enough charge.” 

Leehan pulls out the pen, placing it on the table. You look down, realizing that you’re not in the right attire to be outside, only on a short sleeve shirt and sleep shorts. You’d be too cold. 

“Can we do it here? I’m not really dressed to go outside nor do I want to…” 

“Sure, if you don’t mind cracking your window and us smoking in your room? We can’t really do it down here, people will see us.” 

You bite your lip, thinking over whether or not you actually want to do this right now. You reason with yourself that tomorrow is a free day and that you should reward yourself after finishing your project. You nod, watching as they smile and grab their bags. You pack your things up as well, leading them to your room. 

Your heart was pounding in your chest and you were very nervous to say the least. As much as you felt like you could trust them and knew them well, at the end of the day, they were two strangers who you met in a physics lab. But you pushed away the thoughts, trying to relax so that you didn’t carry these feelings of anxiety with you into being high. They could sense the tension radiating off of you, trying to ease the situation a little. 

“Your room is very cute.” 

Leehan says, his distraction working as you start talking about the decorations you have up on your walls. They could still hear the shakiness in your voice though.

“Y/N, if you really don’t want to do this, you don’t have to. We don’t want to force you into anything. We can leave if you want.” 

Taesan says, motioning to Leehan to follow him out. But you stop them. 

“No, wait! I’m sorry, I’m just nervous because I’ve never had two guys in my room before, ones that I don’t really know that much no offense, and also because I’ve never smoked before so I’m worried about how I’ll be…” 

You felt a little lighter after explaining your concerns, like a weight was lifted off of you to allow for open communication. 

“We can walk you through it. We don’t bite, I promise. If you let yourself relax, it can feel very good. You might get a little tingly, but your mind will feel light, and if you’re anything like us, you’re gonna laugh your ass off the whole time.” 

Leehan explained. You felt a lot better now, kind of knowing what to expect. 

“We can teach you how to do it too, in a way that won’t make your throat hurt too much.”

Taesan walks up to you, pen in hand as he sits on the bay window. He holds the button down on the pen, inhaling for about 3 seconds before pulling away. You watch as he holds his breath, keeping the smoke in before blowing it out. 

“See? Not so bad. Just take it easy. You’re definitely gonna feel something in your throat, but try your best not to cough. It’s hard, but it’ll make it less painful overall.” 

He clicks the button twice before handing it to you, putting it on the lowest setting. The same feeling you had the other day erupts in your stomach, finding the way he looks taking a hit so sexy. 

“Can I watch you do it too, Leehan? You know, another example?” 

Another excuse. You really just can’t help how hot you found them, especially when they were smoking. You wanted to see the way he inhales the smoke, knowing he likes to hold it. He chuckles, grabbing the pen from your hand and switching places with Taesan, hand coming up to brush his hair back and out of his face. He inhales longer than Taesan did, for about 5 seconds before doing the same, holding the smoke in. But he doesn’t blow it out, he turns to face you for a second. 

“Good enough example?” 

You watch as some smoke escapes his mouth, wondering how he’s holding it in. He hands it to you before turning to look out the window, blowing the smoke out fully. Your face is hot, but not out of nerves, but from the way the feeling of watching him smoke travels lower down your body than you would care to admit. 

“You’ll know that you’ve inhaled a good amount when you feel it in your throat. Don’t do any more than that. Hold it in for a second and then blow it out. Hold down the button while you’re inhaling and let it go when you feel it.” 

You nod, hands a little sweaty from your nerves being worked up before you switch places with Leehan. The boys look at you in anticipation, waiting for you to take your first hit. You relax yourself, exhaling before wrapping your lips around the pen. Your finger goes to click the button, holding it as you count to three in your head. You barely inhale, already feeling a weird, almost grainy feeling in your throat. You quickly release the button, moving the pen away from your mouth and trying to hold the smoke in. You face the window, watching as the tiniest smoke cloud leaves your lips. 

You sink your head in defeat, sighing as you hold out the pen for someone else to take after your pathetic cloud. The boys just laugh, pushing the pen back towards you to have you try again. 

“You inhaled too lightly. Apply a little more pressure. You’ll be okay, promise.” 

Taesan says. You nod, trying again with his advice in mind. This time, you feel it stronger, the feeling reaching into your throat, the urge to cough coming up. You try to hold it, but not for long before you blow it out, loud coughs following after. Leehan is quick on his feet, handing you your water bottle to try and get you to stop coughing. 

“Nice! You did good! The cough does get you a little though,”

He laughs as you take a sip of water. 

“That wasn’t so bad actually. Thanks guys.” 

They nod, taking turns smoking amongst themselves to let you acclimate to the feeling in your throat. They watch you carefully, making sure you don’t get paranoid or worried about anything. 

“I feel alright. Is it okay if I get another hit?” 

Your sweetness has them both melting. Your attitude this entire night has gotten them both to become softies for you. And you still couldn't lie about how attractive you found them both. The way they smoke was so enticing, like a siren luring in their prey. Taesan hands you the pen.

“All yours, baby.” 

You blush at the nickname, trying not to think too much of it as you take another hit. This one was bigger than the last, the cloud of smoke really thick and not something either of them had expected to see from you just yet. That one hit you almost instantly, eyes immediately starting to feel heavy as you turn around, bursting out laughing at the way they’re both looking at you. 

They look at each other before laughing with you, knowing that you were in trouble now. You spent the next thirty minutes taking turns hitting the pen, the more time went by the higher you got and the higher they got. 

“Here’s a crazy story! One time Dongmin got really high and he was complaining that he was really hungry so we ordered food and he fell asleep mid-bite!” 

Leehan roars, laughing so loud you were afraid the people next door would hear. 

“Wait, your real name is Dongmin?” 

You turn to face Taesan, laugh never ceasing as you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that you didn’t know his real name this entire time. 

“Yeah. Leehan isn’t his real name either, it’s Donghyun!” 

“Really?!” 

You couldn’t believe your ears, looking between the two over and over again. 

“Why do you guys go by fake names? You think you’re cool or something?” 

You were so relaxed, just saying things you wouldn’t normally say and getting really comfortable, but feeling good as you all laughed and bonded over your straightforwardness and jokes, together. 

“No! It’s just nicknames for us so people don’t get confused. Sometimes they can’t remember whose Donghyun and whose Dongmin, it can get annoying actually.” 

Leehan laughs, taking another rip. You watch, mesmerized by how elegant he manages to look. He watches as your eyes linger on him a little too long, smirking at you as he pulls the pen away from his lips, eyes never leaving yours as he turns his head slightly, blowing the smoke up more towards the ceiling than out the window. 

“What? I got something on my face?”

His tone is cocky but you know he’s teasing. You shake your head frantically, feeling hot all over. The smug smirk resting on his face lets you know he’s on to you. 

“So then you just like the way I look then, right? Since you keep staring at me?”

His eyes are just as droopy as yours, looking at Taesan before laughing out loud. He gets up, placing a hand on your bare thigh, giving it a little squeeze before handing the pen to you. Your breath hitches, the sensation of his warm hand going straight to your core as you squeeze your legs together.

“Here you go, baby,”

He knew the effect it had on you when Taesan said it, repeating it again now. You gulp hard, palms sweaty in anticipation as you go to grab the pen from his hands. The way your fingers brush his has you looking away, trying your best not to laugh out of sheer embarrassment. Taesan watches with a smirk on his face. You’re clutching the pen, not really doing anything with it, thinking about anything other than the two boys in the room to calm your nerves. 

“What’s wrong Y/N? You done smoking?”

You shake your head ‘no.’

“My throat hurts from all the inhaling, I’m waiting a second.”

Taesan nods, understanding your predicament but not commenting on it right now. He checks the time on his phone. 11 pm.

“We should probably get going soon. It’s getting kind of late.”

He gets up from his spot near the window, stretching out his body as Leehan follows.

“Are you sure we shouldn’t wait a little until she starts coming down? It's her first time.” 

“No, it’s fine! It is getting pretty late! I think I’m just going to go to sleep now anyway…”

Your quickened pace when speaking and the slight slur of your words leave them a little worried, but relieved nonetheless that you’ll be going to sleep soon.

“Cute. Text us if anything’s wrong. We’ll be up for a bit.”

The compliment has you basically shoving the two boys out of your room, getting even more embarrassed when you can hear their laughs from outside of the door. Your head felt light and your eyes felt heavy, the tingly sensation working its way through your body like a constant flow of currents. Thighs pressed together, you were surprised at yourself for having been turned on the whole time. What if they noticed? What if they think you’re a sick, weird, pervert?

Your mind continues to race with these thoughts as you absentmindedly push your thighs together to feel a little friction, any sort of relief. You bite your lip, contemplating for a second before locking the door. You head towards your dresser, shoving panties around as you look for a specific item. 

Your head feels tingly as you pull out the black toy, heading to the bathroom to give it a quick rinse before settling onto your bed. You didn’t need a video or anything, pulling your shorts down and placing the little vibrator right onto your bare clit. 

Even the lowest setting sent jolts straight up your spine, the pleasure more than anything you had ever felt before. Little moans and whimpers to no one in particular flowed out of your mouth the harder you pressed the vibrator into yourself, turning up the setting. Your other hand circled around your hole, coating your fingers in your own arousal before pushing them past your folds, a long and drawn out sigh leaving your lips once you feel them press against the spot that has you seeing stars. 

“Leehan… Taesan…” 

You catch yourself moaning out for the two boys, finding it hard to keep your legs spread enough to push your fingers in while fighting the urge to clamp them shut around the vibrator. This feeling is much greater, much stronger than any orgasm you’ve had before. You didn’t last much longer, body convulsing as your orgasm crashes over you, vision going white and mind going completely blank. 

Once your body stops shaking and you finally come to, you’re red out of pure bliss and embarrassment. Did you really just cum to the thought of Taesan and Leehan? You shook your head, calming down from your orgasm before deciding to take a shower. The feeling of being high slowly went away, being replaced by sleepiness. You finished up quickly, drying yourself off before hopping into bed. 

The act of masturbating and thinking about them made you shift in your position. It felt weird being alone after spending the last almost 6 hours with them, wondering if you would hang out with them outside of lab now that the project was over. You brush the thoughts off, trying your best to fall asleep, but your mind didn’t cooperate, keeping you up for a while anyways. 

༄ ༄ ༄

“Hey, Y/N, wanna smoke some real weed?” 

You tilt your head in curiosity. What a question to ask someone immediately after a physics lab. You look up at Leehan who is equally as confused. You both watch as Taesan pulls a tube out of his bag.

“You’re kidding,”

Leehan says, laughing and smiling bigger. In Taesan’s hands was a tube containing a blunt. 

“You think pulling that out right outside of the physics building is a good idea?”

You deadpan, hiding your shock and excitement at how bold he could be. 

“No one’s even looking, and besides, they don't know what’s in here.”

You roll your eyes, walking with them to get some food. You were a little surprised that they invited you out for lunch today, as you normally went your separate ways after class. But you were relieved regardless, happy that they thought you were fun enough to hang out with even outside of class.

You settled to eat at the closest dining hall, expecting nothing but disappointment. But you got your food, sitting at a 4-top table in the corner. 

“I got a blunt from my plug, so we can trust it. Y/N, will you smoke with us? It would be so fun for you to smoke a real blunt with us!”

Taesan asked like an excited little kid. You laughed, rolling your eyes at his dramatics but agreeing nonetheless. 

“Hell yeah! This is gonna be so fun. Are you free Friday night?” 

Leehan asks, equally as excited as Taesan. You nod, taking a bite of your food as you silently think about smoking a blunt with them. You were nervous, worried even since the last time you got high resulted in moaning their names to yourself. You were scared it would feel different, or make you even hornier than last time. But you could tell by the looks on their faces that they really did want you to join and were really excited for you to be there, so who were you to turn them down?

༄ ༄ ༄

The week came and went, Friday night coming by quickly. You headed back from your little hangout with your other friends, going back to your room first to put your stuff down. You had to physically and mentally prepare yourself, showering before slipping into something comfy enough to be outside in and stay warm. You made sure to bring extra water bottles, knowing how dry your mouth got last time and bringing them for the boys as well. 

You headed out first, walking to their residence hall as you didn’t know where the smoke spot was. They came down quickly, smiling from ear to ear. 

“You guys are stoners.” 

You say, their smiles growing even bigger. 

“We're not stoners per se. We just like having a good time!” 

Leehan chuckles, Taesan double checking his pockets, making sure he has both the blunt and a lighter on him. 

“Let’s go! I’m ready to have some fun!” 

You walk with them to the spot, shivering a little as it was colder than you had expected. It was a little area of steps that led to a now run-down building that was no longer in use. You didn’t even know this building existed as it was a little ways from the areas where you were usually in. 

“It’s a little creepy but almost no one comes here, so it’s the perfect smoke spot to not get caught.” 

Leehan comments while Taesan pulls out the materials. He waits for the wind to calm down a bit before bringing the blunt up to his lips, lighting the other end and letting it burn for a second. The smell instantly hits you, unlike the pen the blunt had a strong smell. It was a little overwhelming, but nothing you couldn’t handle. 

You both watch as he takes the first hit, his eyes closing as he takes in the taste and holds the smoke in his mouth. He looks so blissful, sharp eyes closed, making his face look soft as he exhales a small cloud. 

“It tastes different, not bad.” 

He says, passing the blunt over to Leehan who nearly jumps to grab it. 

“Addict.” 

Taesan comments, but Leehan doesn’t care as he impatiently brings the blunt to his lips. He takes a bigger inhale than Taesan, letting the taste and feeling on his tongue settle before pulling it away, exhaling a bigger cloud with a satisfied smirk. 

“I like the taste.” 

“Of course you would. Go ahead Y/N, you’re next. Only if you want to, of course.” 

Leehan hands you the blunt, winking at you. You thank him, hesitantly bringing it up to your lips, face cringing at the smell. You calm yourself down, relaxing before inhaling. You try for a couple of seconds, the taste horrendous before pulling away from it, exhaling with a slight cough. 

“It tastes like shit!” 

They both laugh as you pass the blunt to Taesan. 

“I have the pen if you’d like to smoke that instead.” 

He says, blowing the smoke into the air before passing it back to Leehan. You nod, wanting to get high and replace the taste in your mouth, drinking some water beforehand. He hands you the pen, turning it on for you before you take a hit, exhaling at the same time as Leehan. 

“Thank you, this is much better.” 

You all continue to talk, gradually getting more high until you’re all droopy-eyed and giggly, sharing crazy stories and laughing loud. You’re about to take another hit of the pen as Taesan hands the almost dead blunt back to Leehan. 

“Wait, Y/N, you said you didn’t like the taste of it right? I have an idea, don’t use the pen yet.” 

You watch in confusion as he takes a hit, Taesan also confused but still looking at the two of you with a permanent smile plastered on his face. 

“Open your mouth.” 

You look at him shocked, but do as he says. He grabs your shoulder with one hand, using the other to tilt your chin up to him. You’re nervous as your breath gets caught in your throat, the same warm feeling you got from them being in your room blooming in your stomach as he gets closer. He leans down, lips just barely brushing yours as he carefully blows the smoke from his mouth into yours. 

“Close your mouth and breathe it in. Now you don’t have to taste the weed and get all the effects.” 

He smiles, face still close to yours. He looks so good, you almost forget to inhale. 

“Don’t blow the smoke out yet. Taesan, come here.” 

He motions to the other boy, who follows his command. 

“Blow it back into Taesan’s mouth.” 

The older boy smirks, getting into the same position that Leehan was just in, a hand on your shoulder and another on your chin as he brings his mouth close to yours, parting his lips for you to blow the smoke into his mouth now. You can barely comprehend what’s going on before you do as he says, leaning in a little more to blow the smoke into Taesan’s mouth without letting too much escape. 

You’re sure you’re a blushing mess right now, hoping that they can’t see how red your face is. Another wave hits you, suddenly laughing as Taesan pulls away and blows the smoke out into the air. 

“I liked that.” 

The simple phrase was enough to have the boys lighting another blunt, just to continue taking turns blowing smoke into each other’s mouths. 

“Did you? We can keep doing it if you’d like, you know, to save you from having to hit the pen over and over again.” 

Taesan smirks, sending a knowing look to Leehan. They both nod, knowing that you wouldn’t pass up the opportunity. You nod, liking the idea better than having to abuse your lungs. 

“Alright cutie, open up.” 

Leehan says, doing the same motion as before, but bringing his lips closer to you than before. You’re shocked yet again, but do as you’re supposed to before taking his smoke in, inhaling it and waiting for Taesan to come over to you. He brings his lips close, waiting for you to blow the smoke into his mouth. You do it, feeling light and dizzy as the recycled smoke and the close proximity of their lips leave you burning hot, no longer shivering like you once were just 30 minutes ago. 

You look around, trying to find the waters you packed only to realize that they’re all empty, pouting as a result. 

“What’s wrong baby? You look lost.” 

Leehan asks, stopping himself from taking another hit just yet. 

“My mouth is so dry. We have no water left though…”

“I mean… we still have half a blunt left… tell you what, I have an idea. Do you trust me?” 

You were confused on why you needed to trust him but you nodded anyway. They’ve never given you a reason not to trust them so you agreed. He handed the blunt to Taesan who was idly watching, amused knowing what his friend was going to do next. 

Leehan held your shoulder yet again, but this time he put his hand on the back of your head. He pulled you in, lips settling on yours as you yelped. Your open mouth was the perfect invitation for him to glide his tongue into your dry mouth, slicking up his tongue with his own saliva and giving it to you. Your hands instinctively wrap into his hair, allowing him to fill your mouth with his tongue. 

You don’t realize that you’re chasing his lips when he pulls away, the visible string of saliva still connecting you two as you try to recapture his lips. 

“You’re so cute, baby.” 

Taesan says, slightly pushing his friend out of the way to take his place. 

“Your mouth is still dry, right? That’s why you were chasing his lips? Don’t worry, I have more for you.” 

You don’t waste a second connecting your lips with his, needing the relief of someone’s tongue to help the dryness in your mouth and now, the wetness spreading between your legs. You press them together, trying to create any sort of friction to please yourself. 

You’re still kissing Taesan, limp against his hold as he explores your mouth like Leehan was, producing as much saliva to push into your mouth as he can, when Leehan walks up behind you. 

“I don’t mean to interrupt but it looks like our cutie can’t hold herself back anymore,”

He says, tapping your thighs.

“She’s closing her legs so tight just to feel something. We shouldn’t keep her waiting, should we?” 

Taesan pulls away to marvel at the sight of your flushed out face and parted lips, legs pressed tightly together. You’re slightly out of breath, still dizzy from the high and the feeling of both of their saliva mixed in your mouth. 

“Save the blunt, we’re going back to the room.” 

Taesan says and Leehan nods, putting the blunt back into its container to conceal the smell. You’re nervous yet excited, looking between the both of them smiling, and they smile back. 

“Can we go back to my room?” 

You ask, giggling as they change route to go to your dorm instead. 

“Of course sweetheart, anything to keep you comfortable.” 

Taesan says, walking slowly behind you to cup the plush of your ass. You jump at the action, Leehan laughing at your yelp. 

“You couldn’t even wait to get inside could you?” 

You shake your head no as you fiddle with your ID, having trouble taking it out of your pocket and feeling like you’re moving very slowly. Taesan helps, grabbing your ID and moving it up to the scanner, pushing the door open for all of you to walk in. He still has your keys in his hand as he walks through the halls, remembering where your room was even though he’d only been there once. Leehan holds your hand, guiding you through the halls as you continue to feel your head spin. 

“We’re here.” 

He says, unlocking the door and allowing you both to enter first before closing it behind him, locking it. You look back at them, biting your lip as you stand there awkwardly. You’re hot, sweating a little as the events from just a few minutes ago replay in your mind. They look at each other again before looking at you. 

“Are you nervous? You have no reason to be.” 

Leehan runs a hand through your hair, stopping at your cheek and cupping it. He runs a finger along your lip, your dazed stare locking in on his eyes and then his lips. He smirks again, leaning down. Your mouths mold together, Taesan walking up behind you and feeling you up through your shirt. He gropes your breasts, lips attaching themselves to your neck as you let a gasp escape into Leehan’s mouth. 

You feel like you’re in heaven right now with how they’ve stuck themselves to you. You hold one of Taesan’s hands that are on your chest, squeezing it before guiding it down into your pants. You can’t hold back any longer, needing some relief from the ache between your legs.

“Fuck you’re so hot.” 

He nearly growls into your ear, cupping your heat through your panties before moving a finger along your clothed folds. You grind down on his fingers, shoving your tongue into Leehan’s mouth. Your high makes you more sensitive, whimpering into Leehan’s mouth. You can feel both of their hard-on’s poking your front and back side respectively, rocking yourself back and forth onto them. Your other hand reaches down to palm Leehan through his jeans, shocked by how big it feels already. He takes control of the kiss, biting your bottom lip and sucking on it before pulling away to move to your jaw. 

Taesan pulls away from your neck, circling your clit with his finger as you throw your head back into his chest. Leehan watches as your head rests on Taesan’s chest. He dips his head down to your ear, fanning the skin with his breath.

“Relax baby girl, focus on the feeling. On how good we’re making you feel.”

Taesan’s free hand goes up to your neck, applying a little pressure to keep you in place as his fingers work your clit, more moans fizzling out into his mouth. Leehan takes the opportunity to lift up your shirt, admiring your chest before pulling your bra down, lips wrapping around your hardened nipples. You squirm, more sensitive than usual. Your hand is still palming Leehan, moving to unbutton it when you remember something. You pull away from Taesan, panting and out of breath.

“Don’t we still have half a blunt?” 

The boys look at each other, the biggest grins adorning their faces. Taesan fishes into his pocket, grabbing both the container with the blunt and the lighter. Your window was already open, allowing him to light it freely without worrying about setting off the fire alarm. 

“Aren’t you just a little genius?” 

Leehan coos, going back to marking up your chest. Taesan inhales, ascending at the feeling of the smoke taking over his lungs. He takes another hit, smirking as you look up at him expectedly and taps Leehan’s shoulder. The boy rises from your chest, watching as Taesan pulls him closer.

He opens his mouth, Taesan tilting his head to get a better angle. Their lips don’t quite touch, the older boy carefully blowing the smoke into the younger boy’s mouth, your mouth salivating at the scene. Leehan smirks, making sure none of the smoke escapes past his lips before sticking a finger into your mouth. He pushes down on your tongue, prying your mouth open as he inhales the smoke a little before blowing it into your mouth. 

You feel euphoric, the sensation of the smoke clouding your lungs enough to make your eyes roll back. He smirks as he watches you relax into the older male, releasing the smoke with a tilt of your head towards the window. Leehan grabs the hem of your pants, looking up with the same goofy smile he’s had for the last hour, teeth catching the light as you nod your head eagerly. Your mind is fuzzy, the tingles from your high only amplifying the feeling of the boys’ touches.

He grabs the blunt from Taesan’s hands, taking a big hit. He holds it for a while as he pulls your pants and panties down, pupils dilated as he takes in the scene in front of him. His face is close when you involuntarily shut your thighs, his nose just barely brushing your clit as you moan out loud. Getting impatient at this point, Taesan takes a hit himself, holding it in for you.  

“Go ahead, give the smoke to her.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice before grabbing your chin again, tilting your head towards him as he dips his head down to catch your lips, pushing his tongue past your lips yet again. Leehan pries your legs open, holding his hand between them as he blows the smoke he had in his mouth directly onto your clit. Taesan holds onto tight as your body convulses, the pleasure combined with how sensitive you are almost enough to make you cum on the spot. 

“Oh fuck me…”

You moan out against his lips, gripping onto Taesan’s arm hard as Leehan attaches his lips to your clit, sucking lightly. You fully remove your shirt and bra, slipping it over your shoulders and throwing one arm behind Taesan’s neck, your other hand going down to grip Leehan’s hair, pulling on it. You’re panting heavily, breath shaky as you feel Taesan’s fingers circling your entrance. 

“Do you need this love? Do you need my fingers in you that badly?”

His fingers tease your hole, thighs clenching around both Taesan’s hand and Leehan’s head at his dirty words, but to no avail. He pushes in a finger, smirking into your neck as your back arches away from him and into Leehan’s mouth. His tongue makes quick work of you, flattening against your clit just right, saliva spilling down your folds and onto Taesan’s finger. He takes the opportunity to collect the brunette’s saliva, pushing it back into you. You squirm at the hot fluid, feeling a little gush of liquid leak out of you. 

Taesan’s quick to pull his finger out, taking your liquids combined with Leehan’s saliva into his mouth. 

“Fuck, you both taste delicious, here, have a taste for yourself.”

He shoves his finger into your mouth, bucking his hips up into your ass when your tongue swirls around it. You can barely produce sounds with how cloudy your head was, just relishing in the feeling of being taken care of. 

“Hey, no fair! I want a taste!”

Leehan pouts, licking a big stripe up from your juices to your clit, leaving his mouth open, tongue out for the older boy to stick his finger in. Taesan obliges, taking his mixed-saliva drenched finger and placing it onto his mouth. Leehan all but reciprocates your previous actions, swirling his tongue around Taesan’s finger, seemingly turning him on even more as he continues to rut into your ass. 

“Shit… I don't know how much longer I can wait…”

He removes his finger from the boy’s mouth, Leehan smiling with mischief as he watches Taesan pull his pants down, freeing his angry hard-on. You look down, gasping at the sheer length of it. He takes another hit of the blunt, passing it back to Leehan as they switch positions. You watch as they bend you at their will. You somehow end up on the bed on all fours, face beet red at the position, but more so because of the way Leehan is looking down on you. 

“Can you undo my jeans, babygirl? I’m a little busy right now,”

He caresses your cheek as he looks away, taking another hit. You fiddle with his zipper, sighing in relief when you finally get it down. Smiling victoriously, you pull both his pants and boxers down, letting them fall to his ankles. Taesan exhales the smoke in his mouth, rubbing his cock along your soaking folds. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry… I can’t hold back anymore.”

He tries to go slow at first, getting the head in. But your hole has other plans, sucking him in faster than either of you can register, both moaning out loud as he immediately bottoms out in you. 

“Mhmmm Taesannie… feels so good…”

If he didn’t almost lose it at your moans, the nickname was definitely getting to him. He pulls out slowly before pushing in at the same speed, trying not to go too fast and cum almost instantly. Leehan watches for a second as your mouth hangs open in pure bliss. 

“Let’s put that open mouth to use, cutie,”

You look up at him, eyes watering as he taps his cock on the side of your face. 

“You’re gonna need to open up a little more.”

He drags the head along your lips, collecting the drool spilling out of them before sliding his hard cock past your lips. You try your best to accommodate his size, tongue swirling along the tip. But the more you tried, the harder it was. Your mouth was still dry and the constant moans being pulled from you by Taesan didn’t help at all either. But Leehan noticed, leaning down and pulling his cock out of your mouth for a second. He connected his mouth to yours, pushing as much saliva into your mouth as he could. He pulls away, gathering a big glob of spit into his mouth, leaning down and letting it drip past his lips and onto his cock. 

“That should be good, right?”

He tilts his head all cocky, but you’re still dizzy from the kiss. You nod your head anyway, wrapping your lips around his cock as best as you can to try and contain his saliva between your lips. One hand grips your hair, sliding himself back and forth into your mouth, head thrown back as he gets deeper and deeper into your throat. The vibrations from your moans and the way Taesan is roughly rocking you forward, essentially sliding Leehan’s cock further down your throat has him hissing in pleasure. 

“Fuckkkkk… Taesan, c’mere,”

He signals to the boy to lean forward, taking what little is left of the blunt, and taking a final hit, holding it between his teeth for a second, letting it settle in his throat before grabbing the boy’s hair. He leans into him as close as he can to release the smoke into his mouth. Taesan doesn’t stop pounding into you, continuing his relentless thrusts as your eyes slowly roll to the back of your head, both from the pleasure from Taesan and your airflow gradually diminishing from Leehan pushing his cock impossibly further down your throat. Taesan throws his head back, already so high, the sensation of the boy blowing the smoke into his mouth and the feeling of your walls clenching around him so euphoric that he doesn’t realize that his cum is spilling out of you. 

“Fuck! Shit, I’m so sorry Y/N… I didn’t mean to cum inside!”

It takes you a while to register that he’s cum in you, but you’re too faded to care, continuing to push yourself back onto him. But Leehan stops your movements, pulling himself off of you once again to switch places with Taesan.

“It’s my turn now.”

He smirks, having waited for this all night. He lays you down so you’re on your back, looking up at him, eyes droopy but pupils blown out, a dreamy look spread across your face that nearly has him pushing in without warning. 

“You ready for round 2?”

You absentmindedly nod your head, whimpering at the loss of contact. Taesan hovers over you, caressing your hair sweetly as he attaches his mouth to your neck. His sensation of his plush lips along with the soft bites is almost relaxing until you feel Leehan dragging himself across your folds. He wasn’t as long as Taesan, but he was definitely thicker, more intimidating. 

“Beg for it. Beg for my cock, Y/N,”

You whimper at the command, tears pricking your eyes at the feeling of being empty. You try your best, slurring out little pleas and begs, too high to produce anything more than incoherent babbles. Leehan chuckles at your attempts, caressing your body, squeezing at your waist as he slides in.You let out a scream at the intrusion. No warning, no prep, not that you needed it, but the sheer weight of his cock in you alone was enough to get you to squirt around him. 

“Fuck baby that was so sexy… can you do it again?” 

He bites his lip, trying to find the best angle he can to get you to squirt again. Taesan continues kissing up your neck, trailing them up to your jaw as he brushes your lips with his fingers, admiring how plump and red they’ve become. 

“C’mom Y/N. I know you can do it. You’re already doing so well. Squirt again for us…”

His fingers slowly dance down your skin, stopping right at your clit before pressing down on them a little. Your body jerks forwards, back arching off the bed at the sudden sensation. He moves down to your chest, taking his time flicking his tongue against your hardened nipple. His fingers move in slow circles around your clit, occasionally dragging your slick up your folds. He pulls away from your nipple every now and again, sucking it before blowing on it and repeating the process. 

Leehan uses his other hand to grope and play with your other tit, rolling your other nipple between his fingers, pinching them slightly. You’re fully relaxed and worked up at the same time, back arched off the bed and labored breathing caused by the moans that won’t stop leaving your lips. You’re sure your neighbors can hear all three of you, but you don’t care, not when you’re feeling this good. 

“Taesan… Leehan… I’m…”

They only stare at you in awe, watching as your squirt drenches Leehan and the sheets below you. You can feel yourself clenching around him, your orgasm taking over you as your body calms down from the violent shaking. 

“Holy shit,”

He pulls out just in time, leaning over you just enough to release the rest of his cum onto your chest, smiling to himself when some manages to catch on your bottom lip. Your body is still trembling, legs sore and hole dripping like you needed more. They boys exchange looks, coming to a wordless agreement that has you confused. 

“You know this was just round one, right?” 

Taesan smirks cheekily, his rough voice ringing in your ears as he bites back a laugh when your eyes almost blow out of your head. 

“Did you really think this was it? We’re just getting started.” 

Leehan’s voice was sinister in your ears but you couldn’t stop the way your hips bucked up into the air, hole clenching around nothing in anticipation. 

“She doesn’t seem like she’s opposed, I think she wants it.” 

Taesan giggles and Leehan follows suit. You sit up, heart hammering and wincing at the sore feeling between your legs. They almost look concerned for you, but your creeping smile gives you away. 

“I’ve made it this far already, what’s a little more, right?” 

༄ ༄ ༄

it was good for both of you, since the pair of you had always struggled with immediate change. plus, who could ever deny that communication was a good thing?

"s-sorry, i shouldn't- i should've-"

his breathing was still strained, limbs shaking from the sensual activities the two of you had been participating in just moments prior. The feeling of your wetness still subconsciously clenching around his length wasn't helping, either.

you slapped your hand over his blabbering mouth, making his eyes widen-- "say it again."

your hand slowly lifted from his face, and he felt his adam's apple bob in his throat before speaking, "please ride me, m-mommy."

electricity shot up core and need sparked through your entire body as his shaky voice rang out. the thick smell of sweat and amber incense filling your lungs as your sank back down on his lap.

he whined, hips bucking upwards to fill you up as much as possible. you continued to lift yourself up and down, enjoying the burn taking over your muscles everytime you did so.

"f-fuck, mom-mommy--"

"c'mon baby, c-cum for your mommy." you encouraged, humming contently as he let out a high-pitch whine. his head tilted upwards as he neared his release, the rhythmic thumping as your bodies moved in unison; you were sure the two of you would be receiving yet another noise compliant soon... but that was a problem from tomorrow.

"c-close, close close close!" leehan's lashes were wet with tears as his heart quickened, "say please." you said firmly, making eye contact with your nearly-fucked out lover.

"please, please let me-" he let out a sharp whine as he felt himself grow closer and closer to spilling inside of you, "m-mommy, please let me cum!"

you ran a hand through his red hair as you gave him permission, gasping as you began to fill his warm seed ooze out, filling your insides with a comfortable warmth that only turned you on more.

"good boy, fuck, you're such a good boy for mommy." you praised as you regained control of your breathing, not caring to wait until leehan had done the same before letting your pace grow sloppy as you chased your own orgasm.

he let out a soft, surprised cry as you rode him at your own desired speed-- practically fucking him into the mattress until you reached your release.

you collapsed next to him in bed, his legs still shaking from being used.

"you're calling me that every time we have sex." you breathed, gazing up at the ceiling of your apartment. leehan's eyes widened with excitement as he nodded, happy to do whatever his mommy asked of him.