#idolssmoking

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. 

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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?” 

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You would meet him once at a party, not really knowing much about him besides his name since your friend introduced you two. You guys would chill for a bit with your friend and her boyfriend, Euijoo, until they went off on their own and you and Nicholas did the same.

You found yourself talking to some of your other friends but eventually, the loud music was too much for you so you stepped outside in the backyard that wasn’t as occupied and where the music could barely be heard.

You lean against the fence on the deck, not paying much mind to your surroundings as you pull out your phone.

“Couldn’t stand it in there either?”

You turn your head slightly to see the stranger talking to you, before realizing that the voice belonged to the boy you met not too long ago. You sighed, agreeing with him. You were staring at the joint in his hand, watching as he bounced it between his two fingers. He noticed your eyes staring at it.

“Wanna hit?”

You looked at him, curious. You had smoked before and the feeling was rather enjoyable. Maybe it would help you feel a little better about this boring party.

“Sure, thanks.”

You respond as he hands you the joint. He watches you as you bring it up to your lips, lightly inhaling to control the amount of intake. You pass it back to him when you’re done, holding the smoke in your mouth for a bit until you feel it reach your lungs, exhaling a decent cloud as you basked in the slight burning feeling in your chest.

You did feel a little better, the act of taking a hit alone making you feel more relaxed.

“Why are you here anyways? I mean, you don’t seem like you’re having a good time.”

He says, taking another hit. His slightly messy hair and silver chains caught your attention. You couldn’t tell before with the inadequate lighting inside the house but he was really attractive under the glow of the moonlight.

“Neither do you.”

He chuckles as he passes you back the joint, this time you take a bigger hit than before. Upon exhaling, you cough, to which he hands you the water bottle that he had kept on the banister.

“First time smoking?”

You shake your head ‘no’ as you drink the water, the cough subsiding.

“I just haven’t done it in a while. Did a little more than I could handle.”

He nods in understanding, giving you a second to recover. Once you feel better, you take another drag without coughing this time, the effect of the weed starting to hit you. You ash the joint before handing it back to him, fingers brushing his as you look away, face warming up at the contact. You can tell by the way his eyes droop and the whites of his eyes slowly become redder that he’s high.

“Wanna walk with me? I’m getting tired of just standing in this spot.”

You think for a second before agreeing, grabbing your stuff from your friend and informing her that you’d be leaving.

You both walk around aimlessly, passing the joint back and forth. Your conversation was everywhere, not being able to focus on one thing at a time. You were starting to lighten up, laughing more freely around him and his jokes. He was actually pretty funny.

You went from talking about your friends, to classes, to the stars above you and even the greater meaning of the vast universe. It didn’t take long before the joint had run its course, shrinking with every passing minute until it was nothing but a mere roach.

“Oh shit, I didn’t realize how much we’d smoked.”

He says, laughing.

“Really? I’m not even that high. Do you have another one?”

You laugh with him. To be honest, you were fairly high, but you enjoyed his company and conversation and you didn’t want this to end.

“Damn, no I don’t. But, my residence hall is right there. Would you mind waiting for me while I get it?”

“Could I come with, if you don’t mind? It’s just… it’s dark out and I don’t want to be out alone…”

“Oh my— yeah you can. I’m sorry I didn’t realize what I was saying. I know better than to leave a woman alone by herself at night, I promise.”

You laugh at his rushed sentence and he loosens up, laughing with you as you both walk to his room. You take in the posters and dark sheets that lay on his bed, waiting for him to grab another joint.

“Do you wanna go back outside?”

He asks, sitting in his desk chair, quickly grinding more weed to pack into the joint.

“Actually, could we stay inside? It’s kinda cold out there…”

You say sheepishly, but he agrees.

“Take a seat on my desk,”

He says and you hop up onto the desk, sitting in front of him. Once he has the next one ready, he lights it before handing it to you.

"Ladies first~"

He says, cheekily. You laugh, taking the joint from his hand. He watches the way your fingers move the joint up to your lips, and the way your lips wrap around the end of it, finding the act hot. He looks away from you, cheeks hot, from both the weed and the blush forming on his face.

You tap his shoulder, passing back the joint as you exhale, his eyes following the cloud of smoke disappearing into the air. He places a hand on your knee, just below your thigh before taking a hit. You feel your body start to tense up, feeling warm at the sudden contact.

He was unbelievably attractive, especially when his eyes were red and droopy, looking up at you with that lazy smile. You were lost looking into his eyes. It's like your body would move before you could process what it was doing as you find yourself holding the joint up to his mouth, waiting for him to inhale. He quirks his eyebrow at you, holding your wrist in place as he takes a hit. Your breath catches in your throat, watching the way his Adam's apple bobs slightly upon inhaling.

He flicks his eyes up from the joint to your face, holding the smoke in his mouth while reaching his hand behind your neck before pulling you down to meet his lips. Your surprised yelp has him smirking into the kiss, letting the smoke migrate from his mouth to yours. You feel dizzy, head spinning at action, thighs clenching together. He rests his hand that's not behind your neck on your thigh, rubbing soothing, little circles into it.

The way his tongue ever-so-slightly glides across yours has you leaning in for more. You put the joint down on his desk, its ashes falling astray against the faux soapstone. He doesn't care though, pushing his chair back and grabbing under your thighs to move you onto his lap. You're straddling him, hands in his hair, tugging on it as you reciprocate his earlier move, swiping your tongue against his lips. He gladly opens his mouth as he rests one hand on your ass, the other traveling up your shirt to feel the skin of your waist.

"Is this okay?"

He asks, pulling away from the kiss to catch his breath. You nod, trying to catch your own breath. You're staring into his eyes as he moves his hand along your body, groping your ass. He doesn't break the contact either, enjoying the light blush dusting your face and the way your hair is slightly disheveled. You reach behind you, picking up the joint and smoking from it before putting it back down, letting it reach your chest before you pull him back in for a kiss. The smoke dances across your tongues as you messily kiss each other. You pull away first this time, moving his head to your neck as he places both hands on your waist.

He's taking his time on your neck, sucking and nipping lightly at first, hands traveling up to your chest before pulling your bra down, playing with your nipples. You gasp, arching your back and bringing you into him more. You can feel his teeth sink into your skin, wincing at the slight sting. You shift on his lap, feeling his hard length pressing up against your thigh. You take the opportunity to grind down on him, laughing when he gasps into your neck.

"Someone's riled up, huh?"

He says, smirking up at you.

"I can say the same for you. Someone's excited"

You both laugh as you stand up, kneeling on his floor as you look up at him with pleading eyes, fingers moving towards the button on his jeans. He's already looking down at you, nodding as he lifts his hips up a little. You unbutton his jeans, sliding them down along with his boxers until they're pooled at his ankles. Your mouth drops at the sight of his dick, perfectly long and hard. You trace the veins along the underside of his dick with your index finger, mesmerized. Nicholas can feel a deep blush creeping up to his cheeks.

You finally wrap your hand around the base, earring a yelp from him. You can’t find it in yourself to keep a straight face, a direct result of being high. He’s fidgeting, bouncing his leg at the anticipation of your hand around his cock.

“You look really pretty like this.”

You say. He's laughing as he looks away, not being able to control himself or his nerves. You take the chance to start pumping your hand up and down, mouth dry as his hips buck slightly into your hands. You lick the tip, playfully gliding your tongue along the slit. A guttural groan escapes his throat as he prods his dick into your mouth. You pull back, trying to gather enough saliva in your mouth, finding the task nearly impossible.

The cotton mouth you were experiencing was crazy. You looked around for a second, looking for a water bottle when Nicholas notices your frenzy. You look up at him, motioning with your hand that you need water. The smirk that creeps up on his face is almost evil when he quickly leans forward, grabbing your chin. You look at him, confused.

"Open your mouth"

You do as he says, slowly opening your mouth. He finds the saliva he needs, gathering it in his mouth before letting it spill it into yours. You're shocked, but your thighs are clenched together, heat rising to your cheeks. You hold his spit in your mouth as he gently pushes you away, looking down before letting a big string of his own spit travel down his length.

"That should be good enough"

You nod, dipping your head back down and taking half his length in your throat. His hands immediately snake their way into your hair, pushing back any loose strands that may have been in your way. You're focused on taking him in fully, bobbing your head up and down as his grunts fill the room. He's leaned back, completely relaxed in your hands as his hips start moving slowly to meet your movements. He's fully in your mouth at this point, tip hitting the back of your throat as you try so hard to suppress your gag reflex. 

You take a second, grounding yourself and catching your breath through your nose before continuing. The sound of your gagging is like music to Nicholas’s ears, his pace increasing as his breaths become shallow. His grip on your hair strengthens as he moves your head for you. Your hands that were once holding the chair slam down on his thighs in a bruising grip, determined to have him finish in your mouth. You let him take control, drooling all down his length and thighs. 

“Fuck Y/N… taking me so well…”

His praise has you shoving a hand between your legs, rubbing yourself through your jeans to get any sort of relief. You take the chance to lick around the base, a slight sting in the back of head from his tightening grip letting you know that he’s close. You can’t help it as you move your fingers faster over the rough material, the vibrations from your moans sending Nicholas even higher into the clouds. His animalistic groan fills your ears as his hips stall, pushing your head further down into him as he coats the inside of your throat with thick ropes of cum. You frantically tap his hand, signalling him to let go of your head. 

He notices your distress, quickly removing his hand and pulling your head off of him. He watches as you gulp down his liquids, tongue darting out to catch any remnants that may have escaped. His eyes trail down to your other hand, watching as you continue to touch yourself. He stands up, helping you stand before picking you up and placing you on his bed. He goes back over to his desk, grabbing what's left of the joint and taking another hit before handing it back to you. He captures your lips yet again, this time trailing his hands down your stomach and into your jeans, feeling the growing wet patch on your panties before rubbing slow circles over your clit. You whimper at his touch, leaning your head on his shoulder as another wave of your high hits you. 

“You did such a good job sucking me off like that, it's only fair that I return the favor, right?"

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-> Side note: One of the fics I read had him smoking a cigarette and I absolutely HATE cigarettes but the idea of seeing him with a cigarette in his mouth and between his fingers is so hot to me

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You were always a goodie two-shoes. Perfect attendance, good grades, class president, the story writes itself. You grew up playing different instruments and were always enrolled in a sport or after-school club to keep yourself busy and your portfolio reflecting nothing less than perfection. So how did you go from valedictorian and class president of your high school to a college student who is on the verge or dropping out? 

The amount of work you’d allowed to accumulate over the past few weeks was enough to scare even the professors, making them question whether they actually assigned that much work. You could feel your grays coming in at the sight of all your work, exhaling as you decide to tackle the easy assignments first. 

It’s the middle of the day on a Thursday. You had a couple of assignments due tomorrow night that you absolutely could not afford to push off any longer. You had already asked for extensions on most of your assignments so far and you didn’t know how many more dead grandparents you could have before your professors questioned the validity of your failed punctuality when it came to turning in your assignments on time. You had class at 3 p.m, giving you a good two and half hours to get some work done. 

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You pack up your belongings as the clock strikes 2:30 p.m. You had gotten a couple of your easy assignments done, though it was very taxing to say the least. You make your way to your class, bundling up as the cold was brutal enough to warrant a cancelation, though, your university would never do that (speaking from experience because wdym its 2℉ out and i have to walk to class when theres black ice on the ground??).

You make it to your class about 15 minutes later, shivering from being cold yet sweating due to the many layers you had on. You take a seat next to your best friend, who had gotten there before you and saved your seat. 

“Can we go get food after class? I’ve had back to back classes and meetings all day and I’m starving.”

She drones on. You nod as you take out your laptop, waiting for the professor to start class. You’re prepared to mindlessly take notes for the next hour and half during lecture, but are pleasantly surprised when the professor doesn’t pull up the lecture slides. 

“Good afternoon class. I can all tell you guys are doing great so far.”

Her joke lands for some people, getting little chuckles and giggles from different corners of the lecture hall.

“Your midterms are a month away. I would normally give an exam for this class, but this year I have decided to switch it up. I have you all in pairs and you will be submitting a group assignment as your midterm. You will not be required to present but I will give you free reign on the design, layout and mode of presentation on the project meaning you can use any platform or software you would like to get the information across. I have sent you all emails with the name of the person you will be paired up with.”

You and friend look at each other and groan, knowing that the chance of you two being in a group is slim to none. Surely enough, you check your emails for your project partners.

“Who is Choi Yeonjun?” 

You ask, looking to your friend to see if she has any answers. She scans the room, presumably to see if he’s in class to point him out to you. 

“You see that kid in the middle row to the left? The one with the red hair? That’s him.

You look at the back of his head, sighing as you realize you don’t know this person and that this project is going to take a lot more time out of your busy schedule. 

“At least you’re not working with Choi Beomgyu. I heard he can be a handful.” 

Your friend rolls her eyes, burning holes in the back of the blonde boy's head, who happens to be sitting next to Yeonjun. You follow your eyes to see the boy, laughing at the irony of your partners sitting next to each other, just like their partners were. 

The rest of the class is drag, the growling of your stomach making it seem longer than it was as hunger consumes you. 

“Let’s go to the dining hall. I can’t afford to spend any more money on that overpriced cafe.”

Your friend says as you follow her out. It’s gotten pretty dark outside and there weren’t many students walking around in the cold. There were a couple of people here and there, probably walking back to their dorms after class. You two find yourself walking behind a person with their hood up, paying no mind to him until a cloud of smoke hits your face. Your audible groan at the smell of weed alerts his attention as he turns around and apologizes for smoking right in front of you. As he pulls his hood down, you recognize the tuft of bright red hair sitting on the top of his head. 

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you guys were behind me. I didn’t mean for the smoke to hit you.” 

‘Great,’ you thought. Not only did you have to work with a random stranger, but he also smokes publically on campus. You didn’t like smoking or people who smoked. You couldn’t understand why people do it or what joy butchering your throat and lungs could bring you. Your friend knew that about you and sensing your irritation, she speaks up for you, dismissing the incident on your behalf while you both walk ahead of him. 

As soon as you know that you’re far enough away from Yeonjun, you ask,

“Can we switch partners?”

Your friend snickers.

“If he smokes, I can almost assure you that his friend does too, so switching partners wouldn’t help.” 

You finally enter the dining hall, taking in the heated building before putting your stuff down in search of mediocre food. 

༄ ༄ ༄

You spend the next few days catching up on any missing work, putting the project aside since you still have a month left to do it. You decide to use Sunday as your rest day, drained from the assignments you were able to get done. You still had many assignments left to do, but you could only do so much work and you were already feeling burnt out. Doing more work wouldn’t be eventful in any way. 

You prepare for your day as normal, showering and throwing on a cute, weather appropriate, outfit as you make your way to the cafe on campus. You needed something better than the dining hall coffee for a change. You went there quite often, as you were high school friends with one of the baristas there. You smile as you spot him, walking up to the counter. 

“Taehyun! How’ve you been?”

The boy beams brightly at you, loving your cheerful spirit upon seeing him.

“Y/N! I haven’t seen you for a couple days! I’m good, how are you? And, do you want your usual?”

“I know, I’ve been busy and broke. But I’m doing alright, just catching up on all of my assignments. And yes please.”

“Oh, that’s good at least! Also we have a new employee that I’m training so it might take a minute to get your order. Is that okay?”

“Yeah of course! Take your time. Thank you!” 

You say, paying the balance of your meal and waiting at the end of the counter to get your food. You see a tall boy with red hair come out from the kitchen. You scoff to yourself as you recognize Yeonjun. ‘Of course he works here,’ you think. It takes him a couple of minutes to make your drink, still new to all the syrups and flavors that are available. As he finishes he calls out your name. 

“Y/N!” 

You walk up to him, remaining polite as you thank him for your order.

“Thank you.”

“Sorry if it took a while, it’s only my third day here.” 

“It’s okay, thank you for the food!” 

He stares at you and you’re about to grab your stuff and walk out, but he stops you.

“Wait, Y/N? Are you taking history 2204? With Professor X?” 

“Yeah?”

You feign ignorance, pretending not to know who he is. 

“Ah, I see. I’m Yeonjun. I think we’re partners for this project. It was nice to meet you.” 

He says as he smiles. You felt a little guilty about your prejudiced dislike towards him. He seemed nice enough, so what if he smokes? And you couldn’t lie to yourself, finding his smile and crinkled eyes cute.

“Oh yeah! It’s nice to meet you too!” 

“Can I give you my number? So we can discuss what days work for us to meet up and work on the project?” 

You nod as you hand him your phone. You watch as he types away his number, smiling as he hands it back to you.

“Thank you, Yeonjun. I’ll text you my schedule and we can figure out what works then.” 

He wished you a good day and you smile, finding his manners charming. 

༄ ༄ ༄

A week had passed since you met Yeonjun at the cafe. You were officially back on track as you submitted the last of your missing assignments the night before, finally being able to focus your time and energy on this project. You had yet to message Yeonjun and you didn’t know why you were nervous to text him. You didn’t want to start off the messages awkwardly so you went with a simple yet forward message to start the conversation.

“Hey! This is Y/N from history class. You gave me your number last week at the cafe.”

You release the breath you were subconsciously holding, hitting ‘send’ and waiting for a response. You didn’t want it to seem like you were glued to your phone, waiting for him to message you back so you bide your time by doing other things around your space. Cleaning up your desk, putting away your clothes, etc. 

You hear your phone go off, waiting a couple minutes to check who the message is from. You groan when it’s just one of your friends asking if you wanted to hang out later. You replied ‘sure,’ and went back to doing anything you could occupy yourself. 

It had been a couple of hours since you messaged him and still no response. Now pissed that he hadn’t yet gotten back to you, you decided to get ready to go out with your friends. There was a party at a bar on campus and you allowed yourself to go out as a reward for completing all your assignments. Putting on some light makeup, you chose a rather revealing outfit despite the winter weather, assuming that it was probably going to be hot in the bar. 

You met your friends there and all started with some drinks. You were talking about your days, just checking up on them. You had all been so busy with midterms coming up that you barely had time to hang out. After having about two more drinks, your friends dragged you onto the floor, dancing to whatever music the band was playing. 

“Y/N!!” 

You hear your name being called and turned around to find the source of the noise. You spot Taehyun and instantly your mood brightens up. 

“Taehyun! I didn’t know you’d be here!” 

“I wasn’t planning on coming but my friend asked me to come with him. I think you’ve met him before, Yeonjun? He’s the one that made your order a week ago.” 

You grimace upon hearing his name. At first, you cut him some slack because he seemed nice enough. You felt guilty about judging him because he smoked. But after not messaging you all day and then hearing that he was at this party, you went back on your word, the idea of disliking him appealing to you again. 

“Oh yeah, I know him. I remember meeting him last week.” 

You say, emotionless. 

“I want you to meet him again. And my other friends too, they’re all cool so I think you’ll like them.” 

You trusted Taehyun so maybe you had to hold off on your hatred a little longer. Though you were good at using your words, your expression and body language always failed you, never being able to hide your negative emotions. 

“These are my friends, Yeonjun, Soobin, Beomgyu and Kai.” 

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you guys, I’m Y/N!” 

“Ah yes, we’ve heard a lot about you. Taehyun told us how you guys were best friends in high school.” 

Soobin said, his tall frame and black hair are easy on the eyes. 

“Yeah, me and Terry go way back! It feels like we met just a year ago but it’s already been 7 years”

You say, laughing. Yeonjun chuckles at your comment, sipping at his beer. 

“It’s nice to formally meet you Y/N. And I like your outfit, it suits you.” 

You stare towards him is cold but your cheeks betray you, heating up at his compliment towards your outfit. 

“Thank you…” 

Your night goes on, hopping between your friend group and Taehyun and his friends. One by one, they all start to leave as you’re left with one of your friends, Taehyun and Yeonjun. You introduce them all to each other and stay at the party for a little longer before deciding to leave. 

“I think I’m going to head back, Y/N. I’m tired and I have classes back to back tomorrow,” 

Your friend says, gathering her things.

“Alright but you can’t walk back by yourself? It’s too dark and you know how dangerous it can be.” 

You look around, trying to find a solution so that your friend doesn’t go back by herself. 

“Taehyun! You live on this side of campus right? Can you walk back with her?”

Taehyun looks to your friend, who’s blushing a little as you try to help her out. 

“Yeah sure but, what about you? You live on the opposite side so what are you gonna do?” 

“I can walk her back. I live around there anyways. It would be no trouble, really.” 

Yeonjun says, smiling as his eyes disappear. You mentally curse yourself for being left with Yeonjun, even though there was nothing else you can do about it. You all nod and go your separate ways, Taehyun with your friend and you with Yeonjun. 

On your walk back to your dorm, Yeonjun fishes a lighter out of his pocket, using it to light the joint that was in his other hand. Taking a drag, you immediately smell the inebriating plant and walk faster. He can sense something off between the two of you, the tension weighing down the atmosphere. 

“Did I do something to upset you? It just… seems like you don’t like me or don’t want me around?” 

You stop in your tracks, having been walking in front of him this entire time and turn around to face him. You exhale loudly before starting:

“First of all, I was not in the best state when the professor announced we were working in random pairs for this project. Not really your fault but then I’m walking behind you as we leave class and you’re smoking! Let alone, the smoke blows into my face and I hate smoking, let alone people who smoke. Then I met you at the cafe and you seemed really nice so I gave you the benefit of the doubt and thought that maybe I judged you too quickly and then I felt guilty. But then this morning, I text you and you left me on delivered all day and then I find you here, at this party and now you’re walking me back to my dorm. So yeah, you can say I’m not really fond of you.” 

You huff, the feeling of letting all of that off your chest almost euphoric. He puts his hand with the joint down next to him, taking his phone and checking his messages, and found that you did in fact text him and he didn’t read it. 

“I’m sorry for not reading your message, I was busy all day and I’m not allowed to use my phone during work. And I do apologize for smoking in front of you, even though it blowing in your face isn’t my fault. But that’s it? I didn’t actually do anything to you, so what’s the judgment for? Why do you hate people who smoke?” 

You didn’t want to stand in the cold any longer, and you didn’t want to have this conversation either. Really, you were avoiding his gaze because you really did have no valid reason to hate him. He never actually did anything to you. But you couldn’t back down now, otherwise you’d be embarrassed. You just huff as you turn on your heel, walking in the direction of your door, the rest of the walk back remaining silent. 

He walks you up to your building. You feel your phone ding, grabbing it from your pocket to check the notification. 

“I sent you my schedule. Let’s get this project done as quickly as we can so we don’t have to see each other again.” 

You hang your head low, guilt hitting you like a truck at the sight of an upset and hurt Yeonjun waiting for you to walk in. Even though you told him that you didn’t like him straight to his face, he still had the courtesy of waiting for you to enter your building so he can say he waited until you were safe to leave. You look back at him one last time, feeling worse than before as you run in and take the stairs up to your room. 

༄ ༄ ༄

You stare at Yeonjun’s schedule that sits in your messages, debating on whether or not you should ask your professor if you could work alone. You’re seriously contemplating it but ultimately decide that you should at least fix whatever you started, as it would be unfair to Yeonjun to leave him to do the project alone, though after your encounter last night, you’re sure he would appreciate not being your partner anymore. 

“Hey. I’m free this weekend if you are to work on the project.”

His reply is almost immediate, like he had been waiting for you to text him back. 

“Yeah, I’m free this weekend as well. Time and place?”

“Would you be comfortable coming over to my dorm at like 12 o’clock tomorrow? I want to apologize for the things I said and the way I acted…”

You bite your lip as you send the message, waiting for the rejection message to pop up.

“Sounds cool. I’ll see you at 12 tmr.”

No rejection? You were utterly surprised at this chance of redemption though, a little taken aback at how nonchalant he sounded. You lived in a single dorm so cleaning up wasn't that bad. You made sure to have plenty of snacks and drinks stocked in your mini fridge and made a little cozy corner for him to work in, while you would sit at your desk. You even made sure to text Taehyun and to ask what Yeonjun’s favorite drink was so you could have it ready for him when he arrived. 

༄ ༄ ༄

You woke up early in the morning, getting ready for the day as you make your way to the cafe to pick up the drinks you had ordered for both yourself and Yeonjun. 

“Hey Taehyun! Do you have those drinks ready for me?”

“Hey! Yeah I do. I have your usual and an iced americano for Yeonjun!”

The boy says, big eyes gleaming as he hands you the drinks. 

“Thank you! I’ll see you later!”

You didn’t tell him about the events that transpired after the party, and from the looks of it Yeonjun hadn't told him anything either. You say your goodbyes and make your way to a little pop-up event on your campus. They were selling cookies and cupcakes to support their club, so you thought it would be a nice gesture to buy you and Yeonjun both a cookie and a cupcake each. 

Struggling to open your door with all the treats in your hands, you manage to get inside of your room and put all your stuff down. You check the time to see that it’s only 11:30 a.m, relieved to see that you still had some time to yourself. 

You hear a knock on your door a little bit later. You had sent Yeonjun the details of your dorm room before he got there but were still startled by the knock. You compose yourself, nervously opening the door to see a blank-faced Yeonjun staring back at you, this time wearing a loose sweater that hangs off his shoulder on one side, gray sweats and black, thick framed glasses. 

“Hey Yeonjun. Come in, I have some things prepared.” 

He nods as he walks in, slipping off his shoes at the little welcome mat you have placed in front of the door. The dorm itself is pretty small, enough for one person but it could still comfortably afford a guest. 

“First of all, I want to start with a verbal apology. I’m sorry for being prejudiced against you based on your smoking habits. And I’m sorry for lashing out on you last night when you asked a valid question. I know it wasn’t your fault that the smoke blew into my face and I guess I was just anxious about this project and texting you that I didn’t even stop to think and consider the fact that you could’ve been busy and didn’t have time to check your phone. Secondly, I asked Taehyun what your favorite drink at the cafe was so I got you an iced americano, and a cookie and cupcake from the fundraiser one of the clubs on campus is having.” 

You shyly hand over the cup with his drink and the snacks that were packed into a little plastic box. He takes the snacks out of your hand and for the first time all week, you relax your shoulders as Yeonjun smiles, accepting your apology and finding it cute in the process. 

“Thank you Y/N. I know you don’t know me and I don’t know what your deal with hating smoking is, but I accept and appreciate the apology nonetheless. Shall we get started?” 

You nod as you instruct him to put his stuff down in the little workspace you created for him, a small throw pillow and fox blanket resting on the inflatable chair you had blown up for him to make use of. He chuckles at the cute setup, settling his stuff down and getting comfy to start working.

༄ ༄ ༄

Throughout your working session, you had some conversation here and there when things got boring or you ran into a particularly difficult part of the project. A couple hours into working you both decide to tap out, noticing the time and finding that you had been working for 6 hours straight. 

“Oh my god, it’s been 6 hours!” 

You say, surprised that you were able to focus on the same assignment for so long though, to your credit, it felt like many different assignments bundled into one. 

“Damn, I didn’t even notice how late it was. That wasn’t so bad actually.” 

Yeonjun says, getting up to stretch his legs, americano and snack box empty as you both refused to leave the room to eat lunch. He picked up his trash, throwing it in the garbage before returning to his corner, looking at you before asking you a question you didn’t think he’d ask:

“Would you ever try it? Smoking I mean?

You stare at him blankly. Your immediate answer was no. Smoking is bad for you, it can cause illness or death. But when you opened your mouth to answer, you didn’t expect this to come out: 

“Maybe one day?” 

You’re speechless yourself at your answer. You were so adamant on hating smoking and never wanting to try it. What about Yeonjun asking you made you change your answer? Was it the way he so confidently stood up to you last night? Or the way he walked you to your dorm despite learning about your true feelings for him at the time? Or the way you wanted him to find you different from the character you first gave off, the one that judged him for smoking in the first place? As if he could see the inner struggle etched onto your face he remarks,

“I thought you hated smoking? What makes you want to try it?” 

Your face heats up at your own silence, but you respond anyway.

“I do hate it. And I actually don’t want to try it. I don't know why I said that. But why do you smoke in the first place?” 

You ask, trying to change the subject to be towards him. Catching onto your little trick, he humors you. 

“It’s a relaxing way to unwind after a stressful day. Sit back, throw on a movie and take a couple hits and you’re there. Relaxed as can be with no other care in the world. You should try it, maybe then you won’t be as tightly wound.” 

You scoff at his little jab at you towards the end of his explanation. You couldn’t lie, with the way he was explaining it to you, the idea of smoking did sound very enticing. But nonetheless, you were willing to stand your ground on this topic, after all, this whole situation you were in with Yeonjun stemmed from your hatred towards smoking and you weren’t going to back down now. 

“As if. And I am not tightly wound, thank you very much. Maybe you can’t tell because you’re brain fried from all the weed you smoke.” 

Thinking your remark has granted you victory in this argument, Yeonjun smirks, offering you a challenge. 

“Try it. Prove me wrong that you won’t feel relaxed. That it won’t make you feel like a weight has been temporarily lifted off of you.” 

He reached down into his bag, pulling out a metal box and setting it on your desk. Upon clicking it open, the smell of weed immediately wafts through the room, filling your nose and causing you to cough slightly. 

“Do you mind not opening that up in my room? We’re not supposed to smoke in the dorms anyways!” 

You said, grabbing air freshener to dilute the smell of the weed. 

“Relax, it's fine. Plus the hall directors on this floor all do it too, so they won’t care.” 

You scoff as he takes a seat, carefully grinding the bud so as not to get any on your desk. He then fiddles with the contraption used to pack the weed into the paper, sealing it off after having packed it fully. 

“I’ll demonstrate how to do it and then you take a hit, okay?” 

You gulp nervously, teetering between the idea of kicking him out or waiting to see how this all plays out. Were you really going to get high because a cute boy challenged you? You’re quickly broken out of your thoughts as you see him flick open the lighter, the smell of burning paper replacing the smell of weed in your nose. He lets it burn for a while, opening your window in the process. 

“When you take a hit, blow out of the window otherwise you’ll set off the fire alarm.” 

You mock a smile as he laughs, bringing the joint up to his lips as he takes a small inhale. You watch as the fibers of the paper burn, the weed contents turning gray. You analyze the way he takes the hit and hold it in his throat for a second before slowly blowing the cloud of smoke out of the window. 

“Your turn.” 

He passes you the joint, as your clammy hands impatiently reach for it. You look at him one more time nervously, bringing the joint up to your mouth and inhaling. You don’t know how fast you ripped it, throat burning and violently coughing as Yeonjun scrambles in your fridge to bring you a bottle of water. You chug the water to stop your coughs, handing the joint back to him as you catch your breath. 

“Nothing about that was relaxing in any way.” 

“That’s because you did it too fast. Look, watch me. You slowly inhale, don’t let the feeling of it in your throat bother you otherwise you’ll start to cough.” 

You hold a little grudge in your stare, cursing at the fact that you were so easily convinced to try the one thing you spited and how your resolve crumbles so easily before your very eyes. You watch him bring the joint up to his lips again, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat before taking another hit. This time you watch how he holds it in his mouth, counting the seconds before he blows it out. 

“Think you got it this time?”

You take the joint from his hand, silently reassuring him that you’d be fine. You try again, this time slowly inhaling. Remember his words from just a few moments ago, you let the particles settle in your throat for a moment, slightly inhaling before releasing the breath, successfully blowing the smoke out of the window. You look up at Yeonjun with big eyes and a proud smile. 

“I still don’t feel relaxed.” 

“You will in about 3 more hits and 15 minutes.” 

You continue to pass the joint to each other, careful not to rip it too fast or inhale too much. You can feel your eyes start to get a little droopy, a constant smile appearing on your face as you feel your body loosen. You feel slower but not heavy as you turn to Yeonjun and start giggling. 

“I can tell that you’re starting to feel it now. Gonna tell me you don’t feel relaxed?” 

You nod, giggling at his smile. The longer you stare at him, the cuter you think he is. Even in your high state, you couldn’t blame the weed for the attraction you felt for the red-haired man. Maybe you were starting to form a little crush. You think about the sweater he’s wearing, how his neck and collarbone are so perfectly on display, longing to be nipped at. Or the way the glasses make him look more sophisticated and smart, you did like nerdy looking boys. And the way his thick lips wrapped around the joint, eyes following his every move as he takes another drag. You couldn’t help the way you were rubbing your thighs together, the idea of his lips on yours creating a need to form within you. He looks at you, dumbfounded as he himself is now high as well. 

“How are you feeling Y/N? Do you feel good? Do you feel relaxed?” 

This time, you could blame the weed for what you say next:

“I feel great. I would feel even better if you kissed me.”

You laugh at your own comment, finding Yeonjun’s shocked expression priceless and thus further causing you to laugh. You allowed yourself to be bold, not knowing when again you’d have this opportunity. 

“Don’t say things you don’t mean, Y/N. You’re high right now and so am I. Neither of our judgments can be trusted right now.” 

He tries to play the mature, responsible role. He was the one that got you high so he felt responsible for any and all actions made by you or towards you by himself. But the slight, ever-growing tent in his pants was giving him away, revealing that he was not as grounded in his resolve as he wanted to be.

“What? You don’t believe me? Should I prove it to you?”

You take his previous words of challenge and use it against him, playing him at his own game. You walk up to him slowly, eyes red and droopy as you stare into his. You place your hand on his chest, tippy toeing to try to reach up to his lips. 

“Help me out a little?” 

As if all rhyme and reason was thrown out the window, Yeonjun doesn’t hesitate to lean down, capturing your lips with his own. He throws one arm around your waist, the other carefully holding the joint so as not to get any ash over your floor. Your hands remain on his chest as your lips move slowly in sync, breaths heavy from the temporarily shortened capacity of your lungs. You still feel a burn every time you inhale, but it’s worth it for the way Yeonjun has you feeling right now; completely relaxed and carefree. 

He pulls away for a second, grabbing your hand with his free one and placing the joint in between your lips, guiding you to take a hit before he puts it in the metal box with his other weed essentials. His eyes watch you in awe as you close your eyes to take the hit. He pulls you onto his lap as he takes a seat on your desk chair and you happily follow, hands around the nape of his neck as you play with the hairs there. You take your time holding the smoke in and he kisses you again, running his hands along your sides, squeezing as you gasp, letting the smoke out from your mouth into his. He takes the opportunity to gently slip his tongue into your mouth, causing you to moan at the contact, grinding down a bit into his thigh. Your mouth is dry, partly due to the cotton mouth you're experiencing, and partly due to the nerves that had worked their way into your body when you decided to be bold and admit to wanting to kiss him. 

He licks the inside of your mouth before pulling away a little to suck on your tongue, teeth grazing it as he pulls away to trails kisses down your jaw and neck. You’re panting out of breath at his actions, the wetness between your legs only growing as you feel his hard-on press against the side of your thigh. You giggle as he nips a particularly ticklish spot on your neck, the effects of the weed present and causing him to giggle as well. 

“Can I kiss your neck?” 

“Well when you ask so nicely…”

He laughs, pulling away from your neck and tilting his head to the side, granting you permission to mark him up. You lean down, lightly nipping at his milky skin, biting around the area of his collarbones and he rests his hands on your hips, rocking you back and forth on his thigh. Your little whimpers at the contact only turn him on more, hard cock throbbing against his sweats as you eye the clear outline of them. Pulling back to look at your little marks, you’re satisfied as you pull him into your lips once again, this time more hungry. His hands that were settled on your hips move to grab your ass, squeezing as he presses you down harder on his thigh. Your moans are drowned out by his lips as the makeout becomes heavier and messier, saliva escaping from the corner of your lips and dripping down your chin. He pulls away first, admiring your red and puffy lips with a dazed smile. He stands you up, grabbing the joint and taking a big hit, holding it as his hands sweetly caress your face and he gives you another kiss, letting the smoke cascade into your mouth as you try your best to inhale and not choke. He smirks watching the excess smoke slip between your mouths, putting down the remainder of the joint and feeling you up underneath your shirt. 

“No bra?”

“I was in here all day. There was no need for it.”

You respond simply, taking a step back to fully take your shirt off, giggling as you watch his eyes open dramatically at the sight of your bare tits, nipples hardened as a result of the cold air. He pushes you against your desk, leaning you back over it as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, not even bothering to get you both on the bed. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud. You moan at the contact, harshly gripping his hair as he grazed his teeth against them. He takes the chance to slide his hands down the waistband of your pants, settling just above your pussy. 

“Yeonjun…” 

Your whimpers turn him on further as he begins rubbing circles on your clit through your panties and you throw your head back at the sheer amount of pleasure you’re feeling at the moment. He switches his attention from one nipple to the other, trading his fingers up and down your slit, feeling the wetness collect on the fabric separating his fingers from your heat. You don’t realize your grip has gotten impossibly tighter, accidentally pushing his head further into your chest, not that he minded. 

“You’re rough, I like it.” 

He pulls his head away from your chest and you whine at the loss of contact, the warmth his hold brought you being replaced by the cooling of his saliva all over your boobs. He pulls you close enough to him to help you take off your pants and underwear, sitting you back down on your desk as he admires your glistening lips, sliding down both his sweats and his boxers. 

He goes over to his bag and pulls out a condom before rolling it on to his painfully hard erection. 

“You just carry condoms on you at all times?”

“It came in handy, didn’t it?” 

He smirks at your failed attempt at being snarky, grabbing your waist as he slides the head between your folds. Your arms rest on his shoulders, one hand playing with his hair as the other twiddles with the necklace he has on.  

“You tease too much…” 

Yeonjun guides you back and forth on his dick, relishing in the little yet satisfying pleasure he’s giving himself right now. One hand rests on your pelvis, thumb reaching down to circle your clit as you hiss, biting your lip to suppress the moan you desperately want to let out. 

“Please Yeonjun…” 

Your begging only made it harder for him to resist you, slowly bringing the head down to your sopping entrance, groaning as he pushes it past your walls.

“Fuck you’re so tight. Gotta stretch you out on my cock.”

You wince as he pushes himself in deeper, releasing a sigh of content as he fully sheathes himself inside you. He keeps his thumb on your clit, the speed of his actions constant. 

“Y-you can move now…” 

He moves slowly, still letting you adjust before moving at a more constant pace. You’re mindful of the moans pushing past your open lips, finding it hard to contain them as he sets a firm rhythm. You look down beside you and pick up what’s left of the joint. Yeonjun takes note of your actions, holding you steady with both of his hands as you grab the lighter to reignite the substance. You bring it to your lips once again, letting the effect of the weed wash over you, reveling in the heightened effect of the drug. 

You hold the joint up to Yeonjun’s mouth, smiling lazily as he takes a hit, his hips never stopping their relentless pounding into your pussy. He attaches his lips to your neck once again allowing the smoke to escape and you to stabilize yourself while his thumb goes back to circling your clit, this time much faster than before. He also speeds up thrusts, the volume of your moans increasing as his harsh thrusts knock the desk back into the wall over and over again. You’re afraid of the amount of noise you’re making, worried about whether or not your neighbors can hear the scandalous sounds coming from your room, but all worry flies out the window when Yeonjun leans you back, bringing your hips up to a whole new angle for him. 

“Yeonjun!!” 

You scream as his tip hits your spot so deliciously, legs wrapping around him, pulling him that much closer. He chuckles as your face scrunches up, indicative of your close release. He can’t help but to move faster, pistoning his hips at an incredible speed, one that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head as a gush of liquid comes rushing out of you. 

“Yeah that’s it, squirt all over my cock for me. Let it all out…” 

You’re so high that you barely even register the fact that you just squirted all over him, creating a mess on your floor. Your feelings only seem to intensify as the overstimulation kicks in, sensitive walls clenching down on him as your second orgasm approaches you quickly, his fingers still working your clit. 

“I’m… I’m gonna cum again… Y-yeonjun please…” 

Your whines come out broken and sporadic, not sure how much more you can take. 

“Hold on for me a little longer baby, I’m almost there.” 

You nod as you pull his head back down to you, kissing him one last time as he nails his final thrust, hips stilling in you as he feels himself fill the condom. Your pants and sighs fill the now smokey room. 

“I didn’t know you could squirt like that baby girl. You’re so fucking hot”

He carefully pulls out of you, making sure not to let any cum seep out of the condom. You wince as he pulls out, legs feeling like jelly as you release him from your hold. After discarding the condom, he quickly reaches for the napkins you have sitting on top of the fridge, cleaning you up before kneeling on the cold floor to wipe up any remnants of your release. 

“You look good when you’re on your knees,”

You say playfully, biting your lip as you watch him clean your floor. 

“I was right.” 

Your head feels empty and you’re slightly tingly. The high you were having definitely intensified the feeling you were having during sex but it did nothing to help jog your memory. 

“What are you talking about” 

“Have you already forgotten”

You shrug as you jump off the desk, using his shoulder to help ground yourself as your legs recover from their jelly-like state and proceed to put your clothes back on. 

“I told you that smoking would help you feel more relaxed. I guess in your case it also helped you be more bold.” 

Your usual eye roll was replaced by a giggle. 

“Did I really say that? I guess I had no idea what I was talking about?” 

He laughs with you as he finishes cleaning the floor, pulling his pants back on before putting his weed materials away, shirtless. 

You keep staring at him, realizing that you were too high and too needy to notice his toned abs before. 

“I can send you a picture of them if you want? You don’t have to keep staring at me like that.” 

He pulls his sweater over his head to which you pout, upset that your view was now covered. 

“Relax, you’ll see them again the next time we do this.” 

“Next time?” 

You couldn’t say that you hated the feeling of being high, but maybe you weren’t in the right mind to be making decisions like that. 

“Yeah? Next time we work on the project we can get high and do this again. It was fun.” 

He puts his stuff away in his bag, leaving it on your inflatable chair. He wasn’t just gonna leave you after fucking you whilst you were still high. 

“We got a pretty good portion of the project done today. We don’t even have to meet up to finish out individual parts.” 

You say, reminding him about your 6 hour grind to finish as much of the project as you could. 

“What are you trying to say?” 

He says while fixing his glasses and hair in your mirror.

“I’m saying the next time we meet we don’t have to do work.”

He makes eye contact with you through the mirror, his smirk hard to hide at your insinuation.

“You dirty girl. So bold when you’re high, only want me over to have sex.” 

“Well… to have sex and get high! I do enjoy your presence but I’ve never felt so good before. That was like heaven.” 

Even though he didn’t know you that well, he could tell the effects of the weed were still strong on you, watching you yap away, knowing you probably won’t remember this conversation in the morning. He just laughs at your comment as you put your stuff away. 

You watch as he goes back to his seat, moving his bag back to the floor. You walk up to him, sitting down on his lap. You tangle your fingers in his hair, staring at his lips again, which are also swollen. His eyes follow your gaze and he throws his head back in laughter, scaring you a little as you flinch at unexpected sound. 

“You’re still horny?” 

“What makes you say that?”

You play dumb as if you weren’t just drooling over his lips. 

“But we just put our clothes back on!” 

He whines, fixing your position so that you’re properly straddling him. 

“Yeah but, you aren’t gonna reject me right? Not when I’m high and needy because of you?” 

You feign your best soft voice and puppy eyes, trying your best to hold back from laughing in his face at your own antics. Yeonjun takes your face in his hand, giving you a sweet smile.

“No of course not, that would make me a monster.”

He says, pulling you back in for another kiss as you settle in. Maybe smoking a little bit of weed wasn’t so bad after all. 

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