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— THE VAPORS !

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

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

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

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

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

You laugh. “I would never.”

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

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

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

“No, you should do it,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just for you, baby.”

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

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

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

“Always,”

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

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

“Sungie, please,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#so true

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