#tw weed

“how you feeling?” you smile at him, already predicting his answer. “looks like it’s hit.”

he chuckles, all cute and bubbly. eyes barely open, swallowing and running his tongue over his teeth. he looks adorable, simultaneously excited to sit down yet relaxed as if he’s sitting on another planet.

“yeah feelin’ fine,” he sniffs, fiddles with the hem of his shirt and stretches his shoulders by linking his arm behind his back.

“fine?”

then he dumps himself in the sofa, legs spread, head flung back to look up at the ceiling. places your feet on his lap and massages them slowly.

“don’t touch them, it tickles.” you slur, shaking your feet off his hands and that’s when he slings his head in your direction. looks as if he’s in slow motion. smirking, blinking at you slowly like a cat does to their favourite person. it’s panty dropping. causing you to be slick between the legs.

“y’crazy,” he rasps, then he grabs your arm to pull you onto his lap, “c’mon sit on me. too fuckin’ far away.”

you shuffle up, kicking off your blanket and perching your bottom right in the centre of his lap. you’re both mirrors of each other. bloodshot eyes that are barely open. dry mouths. bodies hot and movements slow. though you can feel the relief pouring out of him. no mental stress about his job, the pain in his biceps forgotten. even the stitches over his chest from a new scar, the dull throbbing is at the back of his mind.

“you look so fucked,” you laugh and bakugou rolls his eyes, large hands on your waist.

“y’dont. y’look gorgeous.” he doesn’t bother to lift his head, instead he sinks further into the sofa so his head adjusts to look at you with ease.

“don’t make it sound like i was insulting you,” you reply, your thumb brushing over his eyelashes over his left eye. he doesn’t question your action, just closes it. “you just look high.”

“‘cause i am —pass the crisps— just like you,” you reach behind you to grab the bag like he asked, opening it and dumping it between your bodies. “you want me to get you off.”

he states like he’s a know it all but he’s not wrong. you both stick your hands into the bag and pop a crisp into your mouths. lots of talking with your mouths full, crunching and giggling.

“says the one who wants to sit as close as possible.”

he bounces his feet, causing you to fall forward and grab his shoulders, “katsuki!”

“pass my drink.” one family sized carton of orange juice that he downs till its half full. it means you watch his thick throat, his adam apple that bobs with every swallow. how he’s so man, large bicep in the air as he grips the massive carton and you can feel his abs as you rest your hand on his stomach. eating more crisps when you watch him.

he finishes with a satisfied “ahhhhhh,” stretching his neck left and right. “shit that tastes good.” then he tilts it to you. “want some?”

it’s just basic orange juice, but as you take it to your lips you understand what he means. it does taste good, cold and refreshing. it even feels good to drink as katsuki doesn’t take his eyes off you, taking another salty crunchy potato crisp in his mouth.

“you’re so sexy,” is the first thing you say when you finish, handing it back to him to screw the lid on top and put it on your coffee table.

he chuckles, throwing the packet of crisps to the sofa to shuffle you closer down his lap.

“so are you,” he drawls, licking across his bottom teeth. he does this a lot when he’s under the influence, “we’re a fuckin’ sexy couple. everyone tells me too, so it’s not ‘cause i’m biased.”

you hum in response, pouting your salty lips to press against his, “says who?”

he kisses you back with a loud smack, his hand sneaking to rest at your ass, “deku. says we look like we’re made for each other. cheesy shit but he’s not wrong.”

he’s all smug when he says it, head blown out of proportion but hey, you agree with what he’s saying. “cute. deku’s always so kind.”

his mouth is open to say how mina always tells him straight up how you guys are “sexy as fuck, i’d be a third in your relationship” but he focuses on what you say.

stares at your lips for a bit, then the shape of your nose. the length of your nose bridge, your nostrils. how your chest rises and falls with every inhale and exhale. he knows whether you breathe mostly out of your nose or mouth. he can imagine your lungs expanding. he wonders how much bigger his are compared to yours, then for a few seconds he thinks about you dying. lungs unable to hold any oxygen, unable to turn it into carbon dioxide. failing. it makes his face drop for a moment, eyebrows turned down, his hands grip your hips in a panic.

he hates this panicky side effect of thc.

you’re running your thumbs over his eyebrows, sitting in another realm than your lover. you can tell from his fidgety movements something happened there.

“you okay? where’d you go?” a light peck on his cheekbone.

it’s not bakugou’s first time high like this. a heavy weight in all his limbs attaching him to the sofa below him, mouth full of cotton and mind drifting to attach to any thought that travels through his head.

he shakes his head. you’re safe, you’re not dying. so he asks you another question that formed. “d’you think deku would wanna date you?”

it’s not out of jealousy, it’s just a question like any other. you press your lips together in thought, then you grab a bag of jelly snakes and rip it open, shoving two in your mouth. you speak with your mouth full.

“you know him better than me,” you shrug, “i don’t think we’d suit.”

bakugou can’t help it, he throws a handful in his mouth but unlike you he waits to chew and swallow. “would you wanna date him?”

you wrinkle your nose, “not my type. i like them mean and blonde.”

katsuki grins lazily, scratching the top of his head, “i’m blonde.”

“you are,” you kiss his forehead and his eyes shut.

“d’you think i’m kind?” he says, then shoves a jelly snake in his mouth. he chews tiredly and he looks as if he’s about to fall asleep any second but he’s still awaiting your answer, eyes not drifting from your face.

“how dare you ask me that!” you joke, poking his forehead and causing a smile to bloom on his cheeks as he chews. “i think you’re the kindest. always predicting what i want and making my life easier. the backbone to all your friendships.”

“one of the reasons why i love you so,” you finish, feeling his left ear. the two little gold hoops. his lobe and helix and tragus and conch and rook and—

“i love you too. a fuckin’ lot. wouldn’t do this with anyone else,” he explains because he’s not always best explaining how he feels, though he’s gotten better than when you first got together.

“get high?”

“yeah.”

you run your finger along the waistband of his basketball shorts. you both know you’re gonna fuck soon. this conversation is just foreplay before the foreplay. you feel the vibration of his words through his body.

“d’you think i’m kinder than deku?”

“he is not your rival here too, baby,” you tilt your head with a smile, “but yes. you both show it in different ways.”

“even if i’m mean as hell?”

“i never said ‘as hell’ by the way.” you ping the elastic of the waistband of his shorts against his lower stomach.

he softly exhales. then he slowly shifts you so you’re laying back on the sofa, he hovers above you, forearms by your ears.

“i think you’re the sweetest and kindest, most fuckin’ beautiful. goddamn crazy sometimes too,” he breathes and you lock your legs around his waist.

“i’ll let you call me anything when you’re looking like this above me,” you’re all teeth, running your hand down his chest to grip his heavy groin.

he grunts, loudly. he’s always louder under the influence, sensations heightened, cares less about everything. cares even more about you.

“i can feel how horny i am in my damn palms,” he says, pained between his teeth.

“no explosions, please,” you laugh, grateful when he starts to grind against your centre. amazing. bliss running through all pleasure points and buzzing in your head. his hard cock knocks your clit with every movement and your eyes flutter shut.

“no,” he whines, “not like that. feel fuckin’ desperate.”

he runs his nose down your throat, bites down softly at the junction where your neck meets your shoulder. “i wanna consume you.”

that draws all your senses south. body tensing then releasing. heat spreading all over. you want to taste him, feel him in your mouth, anything down your throat.

“can we try something?” you whisper, holding his head to you as he practically makes out with your neck.

“anythin’.”

with two palms you push your loving high as hell boyfriend off you. he frowns and pouts with puffy lips, letting you manoeuvre him into any position. he ends up with his back against the armrest on the other end of the sofa.

you sit back against the armrest on your side.

“what’s this about? starin’ contest?” he sucks on his bottom lip, releasing it with a pop. nothing helps when he rests his palm over his cock, rubbing it twice and letting go.

“close,” you hum because you’ve never met a man so delectable. “i want to watch you touch yourself.”

his reply isn’t immediate but his smirk is. he brushes his hair off his forehead, “yeah? and i get to watch you?”

you’re nodding slowly and you’re sure you both have the same look in your eyes. that type of unrestrained arousal that feels like it’s making home in your body. the drugs only make the feeling thicker, intense and completely inescapable.

you’re propping yourself up with a pillow before sneaking your hand down your comfy flared bottoms and past your underwear.

bakugou grunts, eyes fixated on the spot between your spread legs. your two fingers dipping into your wet hole, spreading your shine over your clit and rubbing.

his groan is loud, inhumane. it makes you wonder how you ever dealt with men that were always quiet during sex. what a waste of time. you’re pushing into your palm, eyebrows furrowed at the fabric stopping you from using the exact pressure you like.

“take off your clothes.”

“take off yours.”

you pull off your bottoms as katsuki reaches to yank off his shirt. then you’re taking off your top, leaving you in a bralet as bakugou pulls off his shorts and underwear in one go.

once you both dump yourself on your respective sides of the sofa, all is a go.

bakugou circles his scarred fingers around his length. just the sight of his slouched body, knee perched up on the sofa and one on the ground… you can see everything. his cock is gorgeous, as usual. with its bright red tip, eight inches in length and a girth that feels like it’s a plug when it’s inside you. your mouth waters as he drags his fist up and down himself.

“you and your ideas,” he grunts between gritted teeth, his back raising off his seat when tightens his fist. “how the fuck does this still feel intimate with you?”

he says the last bit to your pussy, studying how your two wet and shiny fingers rub clockwise circles over your clit. you both look fucked, you already feel like giving up and rubbing over his cock, but the laziness settles in your bones. the only energy you have is to move your fingers and your eyes.

“spread her for me, lemme see baby,” bakugou murmurs and a moan slips past your lips.

“fuck, i wanna… holy shit,” you blurt but still you do what he says. you make your fingers into a v shape to push apart your lips, allowing easier access for you and a better view for your boyfriend.

bakugou clutches his balls, squeezes them softly.

“you wanna what, princess? y’look so good, needa record you like this for me.”

you rest your head back on your pillow, unable to take your eyes off his golden abs, as they’re curled from his bad posture. then the droplets of precome on the tip of his cock. you’re gonna come soon.

“i wanna rub myself all over you.”

bakugou clenches his eyes shut a long guttural, “fuuuuuuck. what the fuck, baby?”

his fist doesn’t stop moving, he’s even got sweat along his forehead now with all the pent up energy stored inside of him. the room is getting warmer by the second.

bakugou knows he’s close when you slip your fingers off your clit and stuff three of them inside. it has your whole body moving so your back is pressed flat on the seat of the sofa, your legs widen as far as possible and your fingers rub against your walls. then they’re pumping in and out.

you’re all over the place. back arching, leg twitching. it’s the sounds of your wet pussy that has bakugou transfixed. every squelch is delicious, loud. has him remembering how you taste on his tongue, wondering if you’d let him lick your essence off your fingers. you’re making these incoherent whines and moans, he recognises his name throughout some of them.

“c’mon baby. careful now, make yourself come just like i do. wanna taste you.”

that has you blinking at him softly. you’re both close. two whole pulsing nerves, dying for a release. you pull your fingers out and hold them out towards him.

your fingers shine in the light of the television and bakugou looks like a dog scenting for a reward as he follows forward. he licks over your fingers first, wet pink muscle running over them. his fist keeps pumping. he doesn’t drag his eyes away from you, loving your little grin.

“do i taste good?”

he’s nodding as he starts to suck your fingers, hollowing his cheeks as his tongue continues to swipe everything up.

he’s leaning over you now and you feel his cockhead brush against your thigh.

“y’know you do. like fuckin’ honey,”

you reach for his cock, guiding him between your legs.

“can we come together?” you ask sweetly.

once he’s done sucking everything off you, bakugou’s head drops. 

“gonna make me explode talkin’ like that.”

with two forearms by your head and your legs wrapped around his waist, bakugou’s slides into you completely. you’re filled to the brim, lifting your legs so he can push your knees by your ears.

“oh fuck, katsuki,” you whine, “i love you. i love you. i love you.”

you’re rambling, tears springing at the corner of your eyes from pleasure. “fuck this feels so good.”

it feels even better when he picks up his thrusts, quick snaps in and out. sweet tingles shoot to the tips of your toes, all coming from the centre of your body. you gasp loudly, locking eyes on his.

“i want to keep you alive forever,” he mumbles between gritted teeth.

you hum in delight, not completely realising what he’s saying, “mhm, gonna be with you f-forever.”

he grunts annoyed, sweat coating his forehead, “no i mean it.” 

you can tell he’s close. his breathing is heavy, his veins in his arms and neck are popping out with every breath. even his chest has a light flush on red. 

“gonna keep you alive.”

you’re too focused on what he’s saying that you don’t realise his hand laying flat on your stomach, sneaking down to press on your clit. one rub and you’re jolting into him, back arching with a whine.

“w-what? i am alive, baby,” you coo, hand caressing his cheek.

bakugou snaps his hips harder, eyes drooped, thumb moving. it all makes you overwhelmed, body on fire.

“i’m gonna c-come,” tears spring on your waterline, “‘tsuki!”

“i’m right behind you, babygirl.”

you're laying on bakugou’s chest as he adjusts himself to wipe down his dick with his t-shirt. you lay kisses along his jaw.

“what was that about?”

he pouts, knowing exactly what you mean. he mumbles under his breath and considering you’re so close to him, you want to laugh at how you still don’t know what he’s saying.

you run your finger along his collarbone as he holds you tight against him. he throws his t-shirt onto the floor. looks at you with his dark eyebrows furrowed over his eyes then sighs, breathes out a harsh breath.

“earlier i was thinkin’ about if you died and how i’d hate it.”

“nice to know you’d hate me dead, baby,” you laugh but upon noticing the lack of smile on his face, you slow down. “look at me. i’m okay, so are you. you’re just getting fuzzy brained.”

he runs his hand over his face, leaving it there when he grunts, “yeah, i fuckin’ know. i love you.”

you pull his hand off, revealing his pretty ruby eyes and puffy pink lips. “say it again.”

“i love you. so much that i imagine you dyin’ and it feels like i am.” he brushes your hair out of your face, the whites of his eyes stained red.

Jisung has been teasing you relentlessly since you got here. You’ve smoked before, just not that much. You weren't used to it like him.

You just roll your eyes covering your face with the sleeves of your hoodie and lean onto Hyunjin’s shoulder whining embarrassed.

“Can you not? I’m trying to keep up. You guys are just insane.”

Hyunjin blew out smoke and looked down at you on his shoulder. He didn’t say anything, just scoffed a smile.

Hyunjin glanced up at Jisung as he passed the joint to him. Jisung took a long drag before speaking as he blew out smoke. “You were so confident at work.”

You lay down on the floor putting your head on Hyunjin’s leg using it to rest your head, and frown in response to Jisung. You guys are close, Working at a record store gave you guys a lot of time to talk and learn about each other. It was one of those conversations that led you to this moment.

You felt dizzy already. It had been around 20 minutes since you guys started so you were feeling a bit empty headed. Hyunjin’s hand comes up to your forehead, moving your hair out of your face. You look up at him to see him already staring at you. He smiles slightly when you guys make eye contact. His breath was calm and his hooded eyes looked cute. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“Please tell me you guys aren't about to kiss.”

You and Hyunjin both look over to Jisung who had one of his eyebrows raised looking at you guys concerned. You glare at him for saying something like that. Even if we’re going to kiss him, who was he to say anything about it? Hyunjin’s hand doesn’t leave your hair, in fact he starts running his fingers on your scalp, possessively.

Hyunjin scoffed a smile at Jisung’s reaction. “What, are you jealous?”

Han just narrows his already hooded eyes. There was a slight change in his face, it was only for a second but you could see it. “No? It’s just not fair if you guys get to make out while I’m sitting here alone. I don’t like third wheeling.”

You don’t know why you decided to take that as an invite. Maybe it was how pouty he looked, how his relaxed body from the smoke moved with his breathing.

You sit yourself up on your side, holding yourself up with your elbow. You smile looking at Jisung to see him already watching you.

“Do you wanna make out, Ji?”

His eyes opened slightly, clearly not expecting you to say that. But he did. He wanted to kiss you so bad. It wasn’t just the weed, he’s wanted to since the day you asked if the record shop was hiring.

Normally he would deny, or try to make a joke to change the subject, but he can’t help the small nod that his head makes. You smile wider seeing him actually admit it, and motion for him to come to you with your hand.

Wow, this weed was getting to you.

Since you were on the floor he just crawled to where you and Hyunjin sat. You feel Hyunjin lean closer behind you, pushing his chest against your head bringing his hand to your waist. Jisung is on all fours, and leans down so you are face to face.

He stopped and watched your face to see if this was okay. You smile at him being hesitant and bring one hand to his cheek, rubbing his cheek with your thumb before pulling him to meet your lips.

He melts the second your lips touch and brings one hand to your face, copying what you did. At first it was just soft, but you got impatient and slipped your tongue past his lips.

He whimpers as your lips slip past his, and moves in closer, making you lean into hyunjin behind you. You bite his lip slightly as you pull away, removing your hand from his face and looking up to Hyunjin.

Hyunjin looks down at you leaning in closer and you bring your hand to his face making him lean down farther and connect your lips.

Why was everything so warm?

As you kissed Hyunjin, you felt Han’s lips connecting with your neck. He slowly left little kisses, slightly sucking but not enough to leave a mark. You groan in Hyunjin’s mouth and pull away as he tightens his grip around your waist pulling you to sit in his lap. As you moved, Hans' lips didn’t detach from you. They kept moving at your neck, then lower to your collar. You felt Hyunjin lean down to kiss the other side of your neck.

Your body melted between the kisses. You felt cloudy headed and in a state of pure bliss as they both left kisses of your body. You couldn’t help the feeling of your core getting even warmer thinking about how fast things were going between the three of you.

You hum at the sensation of Hyunjin’s hands creeping up your shirt, feeling your bare waist where your shorts start. His thumb slips past the waist band. He doesn’t go any farther than that, just enough to be possessive, teasing.

You groan lightly and lean back more into Hyunjin’s chest. Han was starting to feel left out and brought one hand to your side, using his thumb to caress the underside of your tit.

Fuck it was hot, you felt your body start to sweat. Being between two of your hot coworkers body’s, and being high as fuck was making your skin crawl. You whine feeling overwhelmed already. You’ve never done anything remotely sexual while high before.

Hyunjin saw how your breath picked up, how hooded your eyes are, how your mouth was slightly open as they touched your body. He leans whispering in your ear.

“Do you want to take your shirt off, baby?”

You whine and nod, and they both pull away slowly from you so you can take it off. Hyunjin gives Han a look and Han immediately starts helping you take your shirt off and set it aside, leaving you in your bra.

As soon as that’s done their hands meet your body again. Now that they were touching your bare skin, the touch was more sensitive. You started getting impatient. You don’t know where this was leading or how far things would go but you wanted to be touched.

You whine, closing your legs. Subconsciously trying to get friction on your core. Hyunjin’s smirk grows seeing your desperation.

“Do you want Jisung to touch you?”

Jisung pulls away looking up at hyunjin with wide eyes, then looks down at you. You melt in Hyunjin’s arms at the thought, and nod holding onto his arms holding you on your waist. Jisung sees your nod and hesitates only for a minute, watching how desperately your body is moving, and spreads your legs with his hands, getting in between them, leaning down to kiss you. You moan feeling his hand go higher on your thigh until it reaches the end of your shorts.

This was too much. Hyunjin kissing on the back of your neck, arms around your waist, his thumb rubbing on the underside of your waistband while making out with Jisung, feeling his hands touch on your thighs and hips.

You couldn’t take much more of this. Hyunjin noticed and tugged at your waist band with his thumb.

“Can we take these off, pretty girl?”

Jisung pulls away, watching you for your response too. You nod still trying to process everything going on. Jisung tilts his head slightly, thumb rubbing against your thigh. “Can you use your words for me?”

You hum softly at his voice. “Yes, Please.”

His lips turn into a smile as Hyunjin lifts you by your waist just enough so you are off the ground. Jisung’s hands move to the top of your waist band, slowly hooking his fingers in and pulling them down. You felt your body getting weak as they brushed past your thighs. Jisung unhooks them from your ankles, and tosses them where your shirt was laying. You felt exposed just in a bra and nothing else.

As Hyunjin settled you down, you tried closing your legs, and bringing them to your chest, feeling a bit shy. Without breaking eye contact, Jisung used his hands to spread you again. When he did, you felt Hyunjin’s hands leave your waist and settle on your inner thighs, gripping slightly to hold you open.

Jisung hummed in response, hands still on your thighs rubbing softly as he leaned in, and kissed your lips gently. Hyunjin leaned in, placing his lips back on your neck, sucking hard enough to leave small marks.

Jisung runs one of his hands over that sensitive spot on your inner thigh, the other hand going to your pussy, using his thumb to tease your clit. Your body jerked lightly at the sudden touch as he rubbed slowly, going lower to rub over your entrance before slowly going back up and slipping the tips of his ring and middle finger inside you.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

Jisung doesn’t let his fingers go any farther than just the tips of them, while using his thumb to rub your clit, purposely teasing you. You needed more. You hated all this teasing going on. You groan, closing your eyes, leaning back against Hyunjin. “Jisung, please.”

He looks up at you, watching your expression, and how your body was reacting impatiently to his touch. You start moving your hips, trying to make his fingers go deeper. He watched your pained expression and smiled softly, watching your face as he slowly slipped his fingers all the way in.

Hyunjin reached to the table for the blunt that was still lit in the tray sitting in the table and lifted it to his lips before blowing the smoke out and offering it to you by putting it against your lips. You just close your lips around it, taking a large inhale before blowing your smoke out your lungs.

You watched Hyunjin as he brought the blunt to Jisung’s lips this time. Jisung laughed softly before closing his lips around the end, and taking a long hit, making the smoke blow out his nose. Hyunjin took one more hit before leaning over to kiss you, blowing the smoke into your mouth as he kissed you again. He reached to the table, setting the blunt down to bring his hand back on your body.

Your body was buzzing from pleasure, everything felt fuzzy, and your head felt cloudy, mind empty with everything other than this moment, and how their hands and body felt touching up against yours.

Jisung’s fingers go faster seeing you starting to squirm in Hyunjin’s arms. His fingers were so long and hitting that spot that made you whine louder. Hans' parents weren't home so you didn’t need to worry about being loud, but you still bit your bottom lip, embarrassed with the pathetic noise you made against Hyunjin’s lips.

You felt Hyunjin’s hands leaving your thighs to run up your back, hands working on the latch of your bra, breathing on your lips as you both tried catching your breath. Your cheeks were so red from being this exposed to them, being laid out for Jisung to play with you like this.

When Hyunjin finished unlatching the bra he didn’t even take it off, just creeped one hand under the loose fabric, using his thumb to graze your nipple, His other hand going back down to hold your legs open. You glanced looking down at Jisung who was already staring at your face with his hooded eyes and a small pout on his face as he spoke softly.

“You’re so pretty.”

You tried groaning but it came out more as a whine, feeling embarrassed. You’ve never been good with compliments, and Hans fingers working in and out of you, hitting your spot perfectly wasn’t helping. You felt your stomach tensing up with pleasure, you mind overwhelmed with the amount of hands on your body.

Hyunjin must have noticed how much you were squirming and leaned down kissing your neck again before whispering in your ear.

“It’s okay love. We just wanna make you feel good.”

Your body immediately melted from his voice. His hand grabbing your tit slowly lowered down to your clit before lightly rubbing you with his fingers. Hans thumb moved out the way feeling hyunjin working your clit and smirked as he lowered his head lower between your legs.

You squirm in Hyunjin’s arms before you feel Jisung’s lips kissing your wet cunt. One of your hands grabs Jisung’s hair, pulling lightly as he pulls his fingers out, and licks a long stride over your entrance. When he started sucking, you put your legs over his shoulder pulling his body closer.

With Hyunjin working his long fingers over your puffy clit and Jisung eating you out, you knew you would be done soon. You could keep this up. You watched Jisung and how he looked while tongue fucking you. You think he might have been enjoying this more than you. His hands wouldn’t stop grabbing into your thighs, making you close them around his head more like he was begging to be crushed by them.

Hyunjin’s other hand that wasn’t working on you moved up to your chin making sure you didn’t look away from Han devouring you.

“Jisung’s doing so well. Isn’t he?”

One thing you got out of this was hyunjin was a fucking freak. The words that were coming out his mouth were making you more wet by the second. You nod as you bite your lip to stop a pathetic sound from coming out.

Hyunjin’s grip on your face tightened slightly. “What did he say earlier? Use your words princess.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and whined, feeling your legs tightening around Jisung’s head. “Yes. Please don’t stop Ji.”

Han stared up at you as his mouth continued to work, and hummed in response, watching your whiny pouty face from the amount of pleasure you were getting. It was overwhelming.

As you felt your orgasm coming, your legs tried closing around Jisung’s head. His hands moved to your waist, holding you down against Hyunjin’s body to keep you from moving as much. You felt hot again. You felt it building up in your body spreading from your core to your legs and up to your neck and ears making them burn as hyunjin kissed over your reddened lobes.

Hyunjin saw you getting closer, and leaned down to whisper in your ear again. “Gonna cum for us, pretty girl?”

You just whine leaning into his touch and nod as you hum in response looking up at him. Hyunjin looked down at you, hooded eyes, slightly red from the amount of weed in your guy's system.

You never thought you would be in between your two hot coworkers getting an orgasm from them. It was so surreal. You felt your body melting against Hyunjin’s chest as the pleasure spread and took over your body causing your legs to close around Jisung’s head trying to keep him working on you as you came around his tongue. Hyunjin rubbed your clit letting you ride your orgasm out as you grind against Jisung’s face.

When you started coming down from your orgasm, Hyunjin’s hand moved off your clit and to your hips, holding you down as Jisung continued eating your cunt. You looked down watching him, vision blurry and ears not focused on anything over then the sounds he was making.

It was becoming too much. You tugged his hair lightly trying to let him get a hint you were done with your orgasm, but he continued. Your body jerked slightly in Hyunjin’s arms because of the overstimulation and Hyunjin reached to hold your hips down more making you hold still.

You looked up at Hyunjin seeing his smirk and whined in response already knowing this wasn’t over.

“You can give us one more. Right princess?”

Note ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. Orange theme for this and that. IM SO EXCITED FOR IT TO COME OUT AHAHA 👀👀