PAIRING: Plug!Ryul x Inexperienced!reader
SUMMARY: Where the reader smokes marijuana for the first time with plug!Ryul. Both of them get bold and partake in certain activities.
WARNINGS: smoking, drinking mentioned, cursing, fingering, eating kitty, a little bit of pet names... maybe more?
NOTES: Hi guys.... this is my first time ever writing fanfic on this account AND my first time writing about a K-pop idol, gulp. Hopefully, the people who see this like it... :3
God… why did you let him drag you places…
Your childhood best friend, Ohyul, convinced you to go to a party with him. You… were not the type of person to go to parties. Though it sounds very stereotypical, you were an introvert. Dealing with a bunch of drunk college kids is not what you wanted to do on a Saturday night, but Ohyul basically dragged you by the feet to this hellhole of a party.
Roughly an hour into the party, you were standing around, sipping on a cup of water. Either you were talking to Ohyul or glancing around the room, bored, when he left you to flirt with drunk college girls. What a fun night…
After standing alone for maybe 7 or so minutes, you see Ohyul emerge from a crowd of people, holding a red solo cup in his left hand.
“Yooo y/n, you wanna come smoke with me and this guy I know?”
“Ohyul, why would I want to do that. You know that I don't–”
“Oh come on, y/n. You're always so tense. This shit can level you out.” He says, cutting you off before you could finish your sentence
You open your mouth to protest further, when he grabs your wrist and pulls you off to god knows where.
After pushing through a bunch of plastered college dorks, you finally enter a room. The air was dense with smoke and reeked of skunk. The room was somewhat small, like a person's bedroom. There was a coffee table, a loveseat, and a recliner. On the wall, there was a medium-sized TV playing an episode of Attack on Titan. On the loveseat was a guy who you assumed was the guy Ohyul mentioned.
Ohyul finally lets go of your wrist and sits in the recliner. Since it was the only other seat other than the floor, you sit on the other end of the loveseat. The guy, who was now beside you, glances up at you, then at Ohyul, then back at you.
“This is my friend, y/n. She’s never smoked before, so I wanted to introduce her to weed.” Ohyul said.
The guy nodded slightly, looking you over one more time. “I’m Ryul.”He said as if he didn't have a care in the world.
You give a small, tense smile before glancing at Ohyul.
“So… you said it levels you out…?” you say, a skeptical tone obvious in your voice.
“Yeah. I mean, it can level you out. It has different effects on everybody. It makes some people more open, and some it makes them super paranoid.” Ohyul replied, shrugging his shoulders as if he wasn't making you feel worse.
“Yeah, like that's going to convince me to smoke with you.” You mutter.
Ohyul chuckled before digging in his pocket and pulling out a joint and a lighter. He lit up the joint and took a hit. He held the smoke in his lungs for a moment before blowing out a large cloud of smoke, adding more smoke to the already polluted air in that room. He then hands the joint ot Ryul, who does the same thing. He then holds out the joint to you.
“Go on, take a hit,” Ryul said, a smirk creeping onto his face.
You took the joint from him, your fingers brushing ever-so-slightly. You look down at the joint. Why were herbs wrapped in paper so intimidating…?
“Y/n, it's fine. It's not gonna kill you.” Ohyul says, trying to ease your nerves, but it wasn't working too well.
“You know what, I can't do this.” You mutter out before handing the joint back to Ryul.
“Aw, come on, it's not even dangerous. It literally comes from the ground.” Ryul said in a faux sad tone, his smirk widening even more. “But hey, if you ever change your mind, call me.” He pulls out a paper and grabs a pen from the coffee table. He wrote what you assumed to be his number before wedging it in the front pocket of your jeans.
“I'm gonna just Uber home.. Bye.” You mutter, mainly to Ohyul, before standing up and walking out of the room.
8 days had passed since that party. Each of those 8 days, you held that paper he gave you, reading over his phone number and debating whether to text him. The idea of smoking sounded cool, but you were just a bit… chicken.
Finally, you gathered the courage to shoot him a text. You type his phone number into your phone and send a text.
You hit send and felt a pang in your chest. A mix of regret, fear, and anticipation coursed through you. After what felt like a lifetime, yet was probably about 3 minutes, you got a reply.
That… wasn't a great start.
“Y/n. Ohyul’s friend.” You reply. If he didn't remember you after this, you were definitely going to have to block him.
“ohhhhhh I remember u. what u wanna smoke now?”
“cool. send me your addy ill come by,” He responded.
You had to reread that message roughly 4 times before being able to even think of a response. Your mind was just not able to process the fact that he's asking for your address. You only met once. You didn't even say a word to him!
You eventually managed totype out your address and text it to him. You waited for a response… but never got one. Then, you heard a knock on your door.
Great. He’s here. The plug whose name you barely remember is at your apartment to smoke marijuana with you. And to think you were ever called a good kid.
You walk over and open the door. You've met with him. Ryul was wearing a white beanie, a plain white tank top with a baggy black zip-up, with some baggy blue jeans that were basically showing his ass because of how much he was sagging.
“Hey…” You mutter awkwardly before opening your door more to let him in.
He doesn't respond; he just gives you a once-over and smirks. A smirk that didn't necessarily make you uncomfortable, but definitely sent a shiver down your spine.
He walks in and makes himself at home. He walks over to your small sofa and sits down on it before digging in his pockets. He pulls out a small glass pipe and a small bag of weed.
You walk over and sit beside him, being sure to keep enough space between you two. He leans back on the couch and glances over at you.
“So, how much am I going to owe you?” you finally say, breaking the silence between you two.
“Don't worry. It's on the house.” He says casually.
The room fell into another tense silence, though it was mainly tense because he couldn't seem to get his eyes off of you or drop that smirk.
“So, you ready?” He finally says. You nod.
His smirk widens. He opens the small bag in his hands and puts some of the broken-up weed into the bowl of the pipe. He pulled out a lighter and helped with the pipe.
“Oh, I'm going first..?” You said, glancing at him nervously.
“Well, yeah, you're the one who's never done this before.” He replied.
You take the pipe and pause. It seemed obvious what to do from here, but you were second-guessing yourself. For some reason, Ryul made you nervous. You couldn't bear the idea of embarrassing yourself in front of him.
“Here, I'll light it up for you. Just put your lips there and suck the smoke in.” He said casually, as if it was the most normal and easy thing in the whole world.
You nod and watch as he lights the bowl. You suck in the smoke and nearly choke instantly. You blow out the smoke and start coughing before you can take another breath in.
As you cough up a lung, you feel his hand move to your back.
“Hey, just try to take in some deep breaths.” He said, but without his typical confident tone.
After roughly 30 seconds, you manage to catch your breath and stop coughing. You glance over at him, noticing not only how his hand is still gently resting on your back, but how good he looks. The look of almost concern in his eyes really did a number on you.
“You good now?” He said, looking at you.
You nod. “I don't know if I feel anything, though. Does it take long?”
He laughs. A genuine laugh. “It won't take long. Give it another minute or so, baby”
His response made your heart drop. You tried to brush it off, but you knew he could sense your nervous energy by the way his smirk snuck back on his face.
Silence fell over both of you until suddenly you felt it.
Time felt like it had slowed down. Everything seemed almost fuzzy, like you were in a dream. It felt like there wasn't a problem in the world. You glance back over at Ryul to see him smiling at you.
“Yeah..definitely.” You said, still trying to comprehend just what was going on around you.
“Amazing… I think…” You muttered, which made him laugh
The weed seemed to make you more open. More talkative. You and Ryul talk for what feels like hours, just laughing and talking about random bullshit.
You felt relaxed, confident, like nothing could bother you, as if you and Ryul were in an unburstable bubble. You told me about yourself. The little things. The bigger things. Things you wouldn't even tell Ohyul, which was saying a lot, since you told him everything.
He seemed to listen, like actually listen. He would add input, but mostly led you to ramble on. That was until he added a question into the mix.
“Hey, can I ask you something real quick?” He said, casually looking at you as you both leaned against the back of the couch.
“Yeah, of course. What's up?”
“Well, if you haven't even smoked weed till now, does that mean you haven't really done anything else?
“Well, what do you mean by ‘anything else’?” You replied, curious.
“You know, like drinking, partying, sex. That shit.”
You pause. While the weed was definitely making you more open, this was a bit of a sensitive topic.
“Well, I mean… no.” You mutter
“Really? Nothing?” He said, with genuine disbelief in his tone.
“That's crazy. I don't know how you live like that.” He replied, glancing up at the ceiling.
“Well, I just can't imagine somebody not having any sexual interactions.”
“Maybe it's just because I'm inexperienced, but I don't even really see the appeal in sex.” You said with a small shoulder shrug.
Silence. He glances over at you. “ Yeah, that's the inexperience talking. If you had sex, that thought wouldn't ever cross your mind again.” He said with a small laugh, almost like he was flabbergasted by what you just said
Suddenly, a wave of awkwardness crashes over you two. Your eyes lock for seconds that feel like hours, until you break eye contact. He smirks.
“What was that?” He said.
“What do you mean?? You reply a bit too fast.
“That look. You just looked me up and down.”
“Oh, you most definitely did, sweetheart. Don't even try to play it off. Don't tell me you're considering me as an option in your little ‘lack of sex’ sexual fantasy.” He said, leaning closer.
“Ryul I'm not.” You mutter, but you couldn't even make eye contact with him.”
“I hope you know I'm not stupid. I know you're lying. You don't have to lie. Just admit it. Maybe I can help.” He said, a smirk spreading on his face.
The sight of his smirk made your stomach twist. God, were you that obvious?
“Well, even if I was, what would you do about it..?” You mutter.
Oh, the look in his eyes when you said that spoke more words than his mouth ever could. He scooted closer, so close your thighs weren't just touching, but full on pressed together.
“What would I do?” He started, looking you up and down. “I can't tell you, but I can show you.”
The air in the room was charged, like it knew shit was about to go down. The fiery look in his eyes, the way his gaze would occasionally fall to your lips, it was all making you melt.
That's all you had to say. Within a second, he moved and crashed his lips against yours in a heated kiss. His arms snaked around you, one going to the small of your back, the other to the back of your neck. You instinctively move your arms around his neck.
As the two of you kiss, you feel his hand on the small of your back shift down to grab your ass. His tongue makes its way past your lips and into your mouth. He lets out a soft groan as the kiss grows more heated, his hand squeezing your ass once again.
He then breaks the kiss, only to start trailing kisses down your jawline and neck. You subconsciously tilt your head up, allowing him more space. His tongue trails down your neck all the way down to your collarbone. He then looks up at you and talks.
“Take off your shirt and lie back.” He said in a dead serious tone that could've seriously sent your underwear flying off of you.
You immediately listen, pulling your shirt off over your head and lying back on the couch. He grins and moves so he's on top of you. He continues his trail of hot, wet kisses down your body. You feel his hand trail up from your ass to your waistband, where he begins to unbutton your jeans and slide them off.
“Lift your hips for me, yeah?” He said, and you complied instantly. He yanks down your pants, leaving them on the floor. He glances down and notices just how sopping wet your panties were. He grins at the sight. He uses two fingers to slide them off of you, tossing the panties over his shoulder, and on ot the floor. His hand swipes between your folds, slowly tracing up before making a small circle on your sensitive nub. “Feels good, hmm? And to think you thought sex wasn't appealing.” He teased, tilting his head.
You felt his fingers slowly move down to your cunt and nod, already feeling your eyes threatening to roll back in your skull. Ryul sees this and practically melts.
“Fuck you’re so cute.” He lowers his body down, kissing down your chest until his body rests between your already spread legs, his face now eye level with your cunt.
His lips wrap around your clit, slowly circling his tongue around it. He places a couple of open-mouthed kisses, making your whole body tremble. A single finger slowly tracing the opening of your pussy, tracing the edge so lightly it could've made you moan then and there.
Your back arches ever-so-slightly, yearning for Ryul to pick up the pace. He grinned and proceeded on his slow, teasing pace.
He began to pick up the pace, his finger beginning to pump in and out of your cunt slowly, but reaching deep as his tongue slurped down on your clit.
Your hand manages to find his hair, gripping the root and tugging. He lets out a slight hiss before continuing his assault on your cunt. He suddenly picks up the pace, making you break. His tongue rapidly moving against your pussy, and a second finger slipping in your whole. Your back arches, and the sudden change in pace causes you to spill right onto his face.
“Holy shit–” You moan out, unable to hold back any further noises. You cum hard, vision nearly going hazy as your legs buckle and close. Ryul’s hand grips your thigh, forcing your legs back open as he continues to eat your cunt.. His tongue moves even faster, so fast you have to grip both his hair and the edge of the couch. His two fingers are pounding deeper within you as every second passes. His fingers begin to curl, hitting your G-spot, overstimulating you.
“Ryul, I can't–” You manage to spit out between heavy pants.
His mouth pulls off of you, the bottom of his face covered in your mess.
“How was that for a first time?” he said, his smirk widening as he wiped his face with his hoodie sleeve.
You finally come down from the high of the orgasm and look at him, in both shock and awe. He laughs.
He stands up and walks off before coming back with a paper towel. He once again pushes your legs apart, but this time he wipes you clean. When finished, he tosses the disposable rag on the small coffee table before pulling your hand to get you to sit up.
“You good?” He then says, as if he were genuinely asking.
You nod, glancing at him. “Yeah. I'm good. Better than good, actually…”
He let out a chuckle at that. His arm moves around your shoulders, and he pulls you against him.
“I'm glad I could give you a first time. That is for weed and getting eaten out.”
“Me too.” You mutter.
“If you ever want to do this again, you got my number, okay?”
You nod, feeling nothing but bliss from not just the marijuana, but the thought of Ryul being willing for another day like this.
