#fics: sohee 🐢.ᐟ

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― dizzy .ᐟ l.sh ❁｡ﾟ･°

౨ৎ💜 warnings ⋆.ೃ࿔ : 18+, i tried not to use gendered terms for reader but i might've slipped up, stoned!sohee, reader is probably stoned too but idrk, overstim, another abrupt ending, sohee passes out / wc: 1.2k / masterlist / a/n : first sohee work!! i hope u like it :)) please excuse any typos >< / divider

sohee gets so useless when he’s high. he always accepts it when you offer him another hit, even when he’s already lazy. you know it’s wrong, but he’s so cute like that, barely keeping his head up. his eyelids flutter shut every few minutes, but he fights to keep them open. you tell him he can go to bed if he wants to, but he just shakes his head, mumbling that he wants to talk to you. you give him your full attention, but he doesn’t say anything else. he fidgets with the hem of your shorts instead. he’s slouched on the couch, head resting on the back cusion so he’s lower than you, looking up at you expectantly.

“sohee,” you smile, “if you want something, you’ll have to ask for it.”

after a few seconds, he slurs out a response so badly you can’t really make it out. he’s waiting for your answer to a question you didn’t hear, and you raise an eyebrow at him. he whines, dragging out your name and tugging your arm. you follow his lead, leaning closer until you’re inches apart and his soft pants are hitting your face.

“kiss me?” he says, letters still bleeding together, but this time, you’re close enough to actually hear him. you hesitate for a moment, but his eyes dragging down to your lips makes you shiver, and you pull him into a kiss.

he sighs into it, pulling you closer until you’re hovering over his lap. you let one hand cup his cheek and the other slip into his hair. you tug on the locs and sohee inhales sharply, breaking the kiss. you turn the attention to his neck instead, marking it up slowly. sohee mumbles something about being closer. he tries to pull your hips closer to his, but the weed has made his arms jelly. 

he lifts his own instead, pressing his body against yours. the feeling forces another noise from his mouth. he grinds his hips up, getting lost in the sensation, until his legs tire out, and his hips fall back against the couch. he makes a noise in complaint, and you get the hint, resting your weight on him completely. you set the pace this time, rolling your hips against his and licking into his mouth when it drops open. he pants something against your lips. his eyes are squeezed shut when you pull away and you whisper in his ear, asking him to repeat himself.

“so good, plea- se,” he says, stuttering as you nip at his neck. he doesn’t last long even sober, and you know he’s just moments from cumming. you run your hands up his shirt, feeling the hot skin of his chest until you reach his nipples. you pinch and tug both, and he doesn’t even say anything. he looks at you with pink, lidded eyes before they roll back. his eyelids flutter closed as his hips jerk, wetness seeping into his pants as he cums. you still your hips, letting him grind up against you as he rides his orgasm out. to your surprise, he doesn’t stop, hips stuttering against yours as he overstimulates himself.

“keep– can we k-keep g-going? please?” he says, voice trembling and eyes clouded over. you hum, lifting off of his lap to his displeasure. you trace the wet spoit in his pants with your finger. his hips twitch up into the sensation and he whines when you pull away. he starts begging again, dragging words together to create what might sound like sentences to him. all you can make out is that he’s rushing you, weakly pulling you toward him again. you resist, standing in between his legs and pulling his bottoms off. you pull his shirt off as well, letting him rest bare against the couch. goosebumps litter across his arm. his tongue lolls out of the corner of his mouth as he watches you take your own clothing off. it’s too slow for him, but he’s too slow-brained to complain. by the time he’s able to form the words, you’re already stripped and climbing back on top of him. 

“think you can make me cum, pretty?”

sohee whimpers, pulling your legs further apart so he can look at your body. he babbles something unrelated to your question, which makes you laugh.

“you don’t even hear me, huh? brainless up there,” you say, tapping his forehead. you barely use any force, but his head falls back against the couch again. he looks up at you glossy-eyed, waiting for your next move. he sucks in a breath when you take ahold of his member, and holds it as you align it with your opening. the breath comes out wheezy, strained as you sink down on him. his hips jerk when you bottom out, and his fingers dig into your skin as if you’ll disappear.

you stay seated for longer than necessary, watching his face contort whenever you squeeze around him. he starts a profanity, lets it fizzle out as his head falls to the side, mouth open on a silent moan. you cup his face in your hand and turn him back to look at you. tears are pooling in his eyes, and he stares at you blankly when you ask him what’s wrong. you shake his head back and forth gently, but he only responds when you roll your hips forward, gasping and tightening his grip on your hips even further. you wince, pulling his hands away from your hips and pining them against the back of the couch. you use that as leverage as you lift your hips slowly, letting sohee’s cock slide halfway out of your walls. he stutters profanities again, face scrunching up as you sink back down. 

even with your slow pace, everything is too fast for him. he struggles to keep up, moaning to pleasure he hasn’t comprehended yet. spikes of pain bleed into the pleasure he feels, and it’s overwhelming, difficult to wrap his head around. he tries to just sit back and take it, considering he asked for it. he tries to hold out his second orgasm as well, but everything feels much more intense than it does when he’s sober. it feels like the pleasure is enough to turn his vision spotty. his head feels mushy, it feels like there’s not enough space for all of his feelings, like every thought is a bubble that pops before he has the time to understand it, and he only clues into the present again when you tap his cheek lightly.

“gonna cum again? you can,” you say. sohee whimpers and gives into the feeling. as the second orgasm washes over him, the thought passes through his brain that you’re so nice tonight, letting him cum again despite you not cumming yet. 

his mouth hangs open again, loud noises falling from it until you slide your fingers past his lips, muffling him even when his noises increase in pitch as you keep going, as you bounce on him quicker. the lack of time to catch up has his head spinning. he thinks his eyes roll, thinks he might be drooling, thinks another pitiful noise forces its way out of his mouth (albeit muffled) as the agonizing pleasure tingles up his spine, sets his limbs on fire. then, his vision goes blurry, spotty, black, until the static in his head quiets.