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SLEIGH RIDE : K.HONGJOONG 18+
» k.hongjoong x fem!reader » smut, 18+ dni if minor » language, explicit smut, public sex, fingering, spit play, finger sucking, cum eating, handjobs, oral sex: m, unprotected sex, slight choking, dirty talk, kitten/doll/darling are used, they have sex on the ferris wheel pls don’t do this… pls… » part of the 12 days of christmas collab with @uhmingi and @choijjongho!! » wc 3.1k
“how long do these usually take?” you ask, hand tucked into the palm of the man beside you. subconsciously, you tighten your grip on him, and a little smile comes across your lips as you look to the side and examine his side profile. maybe it’s just a pleasant side effect coming from the presence of all the christmas lights twinkling around you but you find him particularly beautiful tonight. the yellow lights create something of a glowing halo around his black fringe, outlining that choppy mullet he gave himself just last week and taking some of the edge away from his otherwise rough appearance.
a breeze hits then, and you’re pulling your arm out from where you had it looped through his elbow to tug your plaid skirt a little further down.
“hm, maybe thirty minutes all the way around? they said it could vary though, depending on how long the line to get in is. we picked a good day, i think.” hongjoong motions behind you towards the rather short line of people waiting to get on the ferris wheel with you two. you hum softly and return your hand to his, lacing your fingers together with practiced ease as you step up onto the platform to get on the ride.
“i read that on christmas eve they shoot fireworks at midnight and the view from the top of the wheel is unrivaled,” you say, watching hongjoong pull your tickets from his pocket to hand off to the teenager outside the carriage.
“is that so? should i take you then as well?”
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stoner jongho who thought weed was for losers at first but sees you, someone he really likes, smoking at some party and decides to join. he takes his first hit of the joint and barely inhales but coughs so much that his face turns read and he sees stars. when you giggle at him though, his face isn’t red from the coughing anymore. he hardly gets high but pretends to be just so he can get away with staring at your face every chance he gets and not have it be creepy. once you invite him to hang with you and your other friends to smoke some other time, he immediately agrees, forgetting that he doesn’t consider himself someone who would smoke weed for fun. but once he realizes he feels so relaxed and happy being around you (regardless of if he’s high) he embraces the stoner life. he gets his bud from a friend of yours, choi san, and often lets you have entire joints that he’s paid for, because he loves seeing your face light up whenever he offers it to you. every so often, it ends up being just the two of you, jongho and you, smoking in your car somewhere. those times, he finds himself sneaking gentle touches, brushing your shoulders together, moving hair out of your face, moving so you can lean on his shoulders. he doesn’t know it, but you love him. soon, the casual touches turn to more frequent affection, him finding comfort in the way you grab his arm when he tells a funny joke or the way you sigh quietly and let yourself find peace in him after a hard day, and one day you feel like you might cry or melt or cease to exist and you have nothing to hold back anymore and you whisper under your breath, the smell of weed sweetly hanging in the air, a quiet “jongho. jongho i love you.” he goes silent and you think you’ve ruined it, but he looks at you with the widest eyes, completely sober, and brings his hand up to your face, touching your cheek, pulling you close to his face, so close you can feel his breath on your lips and you think he might kiss you but instead he presses his forehead against yours and says “i love you too, i’ve loved you for so long” and then he kisses you, sweetly, gently, lovingly, and you know that he means it, it’s not the weed talking. after he’s done kissing you, he tries to play it cool by taking another hit of the joint you both were smoking but is so excited that you love him back that he chokes on the smoke, coughing almost as hard as the first time he took a hit with you, and you laugh. this time, neither of you have to hide your blushing, and once he’s done coughing you kiss him on the cheek, telling him teasingly “if you can’t hang, i’m gonna have to stop smoking with you.” he knows your joking but he pouts anyway, pulling you into his arms saying “nope, now you’re never getting rid of me.”