Late Night Bowl
Jordan Li x Fem!Reader | 1.7k words
Short story inspired by Jordan's & Sam's smoking scene in Season 2, Episode 3.
Tags: Fluff, Smoking weed, Making out while high
It’s late. The kind of late where your bones ache with every breath. You had a long fucking day of training, getting your ass beat at Dean Cipher’s sadistic little after school club. You’re pretty sure your ribs are still trying to knit themselves back together as you walk.
You don’t even knock, just push the door open, eager to see them. You freeze when you spot Sam in Jordan’s room. Both of them sitting on the floor in front of the tv. Sam’s hunched over the glass bong, mid-hit, while Jordan sits with their eyes closed, head tipped back against the bed, completely at ease in a way you haven’t seen in a while. It’s almost disarming how calm they look, though you got to admit it pisses you off a little that they look this way with fucking Sam.
You clear your throat. Loudly. Mostly because you’re also a little irked they didn’t invite you. Jordan’s head turns quickly a deathly glare on their face, clearly not expecting you. Their face morphing into a wide toothy grin when they recognize you.
"Baaabby!" they slur loudly, clearly having been at it for a while. You can't help but smile back seeing their glassy red eyes and wide smile, something you haven't seen in a while. You sigh, your backpack dropping from your shoulders as you kick off your shoes, the door clicking shut behind you.
Jordan’s hands reach out to stroke your thighs lazily as you pass them to plop yourself between them, harshly snatching the bong from Sam's lips mid-inhale. His soft "hey" of complaint is half-hearted as his head collapses back against the bed behind us.
You take a deep hit, your body relaxing as the world finally quiets down. Your ribs still feel tender but they should fully heal by morning. Jordan's head falls on your shoulder, their hand gripping your knee, lazily sliding up and down your thigh. Your eyes close slowly, your head resting on top of theirs as the three of you relax against the bed. It feels weird to be this relaxed, almost as if you're just regular college kids instead of constantly being on alert and fighting for your lives.
A high-pitched singing pulls your attention to the TV. "What the fuck are you watching?" you ask, confused while taking another hit. Is that fucking Avenue V? You think to yourself before both Jordan and Sam burst into fits of giggles. You stare at them wide-eyed as they laugh uncontrollably, the puppets still singing on the TV. You can't help but laugh too, clearly losing your mind as well. It feels nice to feel normal.
You don't know how much time has passed. The TV still plays softly in the dark room, casting flickering shadows throughout the room. The only other light being a soft warm amber glow from the small lamp on the nightstand.
Your head rests against the edge of the bed as you smile contentedly, feeling Jordan's small hand on your knee, their fingertips slowly stroking up your thigh, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. The world feels hazy and warm around you, everything moving in slow motion like you're underwater.
Their mouth leaves soft, lazy kisses on your shoulder, the warmth of their lips seeping through the thin fabric of your shirt. They move upward, tracing invisible patterns up your clavicle, to the sensitive base of your neck. You sigh happily as they place a wet, open-mouthed kiss on your pulse point, sucking softly, the pressure just enough to make your breath catch but not enough to leave a mark. Their hand continues its slow, deliberate exploration of your body, fingertips dancing across your skin like they're memorizing every inch of you.
Their lips trail along your jaw, the tip of their tongue occasionally darting out to taste your skin. They slowly turn your head to meet their lips in a messy, uncoordinated kiss that tastes faintly of weed and the sweetness of whatever they were drinking earlier. The scent of them, their shampoo, their skin, that indefinable essence that is purely Jordan envelops you completely.
They groan, the sound vibrating against your lips as their arms wrap around your hips. In one fluid motion that is way too smooth for their intoxicated state, they pull you up so you're straddling them, your knees on either side of their hips sitting on their lap. You giggle at the sudden movement, your head spinning pleasantly as you place your hands on their chest, feeling the steady thump of their heartbeat beneath your palms. Your hands stroke upward, across the soft fabric of their shirt, until your arms wrap around their neck, fingers playing with the soft hair at their nape.
Your tongue runs along their bottom lip teasingly, the tip tracing the seam of their mouth. They growl a primal sound that sends heat pooling low in your belly their hands firmly gripping your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as they pull you tighter against them. Your bodies press together, chest to chest, hip to hip, no space between you as your mouths crash together in a messy, lazy kiss that lacks finesse but makes up for it with raw emotion.
You sigh happily into their mouth, the sound swallowed by their lips as their tongue runs along yours, exploring, tasting, savoring. Their hand slips under the hem of your shirt, their palm hot against your skin as it slides slowly up your back, fingertips tracing each vertebra, sending delicious shivers cascading down your spine. Your tongues move lazily against each other, dancing to a rhythm only the two of you can hear, both too tired and too high to do anything else but exist in this perfect moment together.
"Mmm," they groan, the sound rumbling deep in their chest. Their mouth moves to suck gently on your pulse again, their teeth grazing the sensitive spot before their tongue soothes it. Their hands trail softly along your back, mapping constellations across your skin, fingers dipping just below the waistband of your pants before retreating, teasing.
You lean further into them, your body melting against theirs as your fingers tangle in their hair, tugging gently at the roots the way you know they like. A soft moan escapes them as you pull, and they respond by licking a hot, wet stripe up the column of your neck, their teeth grazing over the soft skin just below your ear before their tongue soothes the spot, the contrast between sharp and soft making you shiver.
Their hands run up and down your sides, thumbs brushing along your tender ribs before the pads of their thumbs gently stroke the sides of your breasts through your bra. The touch is light enough to be maddening, not enough pressure to satisfy but just enough to make you want more. You arch into their touch instinctively, your body seeking what your mind is too hazy to articulate.
You moan, the sound quiet but needy in the stillness of the room. Your tongues meet again, languidly exploring each other's mouths, neither of you in a hurry to escalate or end this moment. The room fills with the sounds of quiet wet kissing, soft moans, and the occasional creak of the floorboards as you shift against each other, the fucking puppets still singing softly, forgotten, in the background.
"I'm still here," Sam mumbles next to you. His voice cutting through your bliss like a bucket of ice water. You gasp sharply, breaking away from Jordan with a loud, wet smack as your lips pull apart. You completely forgot Sam was even in the room. Jordan sighs heavily, their forehead falling dramatically to rest against your shoulder, pressing soft kisses against the bare skin where your shirt has slipped down.
"Leave then," Jordan's voice rumbles against your chest, the vibration of their words sending tiny shivers across your skin despite the interruption. Their arms tighten around you possessively, clearly unwilling to let this moment end.
Sam groans again, louder this time, shifting his weight as he attempts to stand. He plants one hand firmly on the floor, pushing himself up only to lose his balance and topple over with spectacular ungracefulness. His limbs splay out like a puppet with cut strings as he lands with a loud thud on the carpeted floor.
Everything is silent, the only sounds are Sam’s soft snores as you both stare at his body limp on the floor. A laugh bubbles up from your chest, starting as a giggle and quickly escalating into full-blown laughter that shakes your entire body. Jordan joins in, their body quaking against yours, their laughter warm against your neck as they hold you.
"Did he seriously just fall asleep?" you whisper, your voice still trembling with suppressed laughter. Jordan's eyes, bloodshot but twinkling with mischief, meet yours. They nod, biting their lower lip to contain another laugh. You shake your head, still giggling at the ridiculousness of it all, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the hairs at the nape of Jordan's neck.
Jordan's attention returns to you with laser focus. Their soft lips find their way to your jaw, pressing feather-light kisses along the sharp line, each touch sending tiny electric pulses through your nervous system. Your eyelids flutter closed as they work their way slowly across your skin, mapping a path from your jaw to the corner of your mouth.
When your lips finally reconnect, it feels like coming home again. Your tongue meets theirs in a lazy dance, both of you too tired and too stoned to do much else but savor the moment. The kiss is gloriously messy, tongues rubbing together without finesse, exchanging soft sighs and quiet moans. The wet sounds of your mouths moving together fill the dark room, followed by heavy breathing and the occasional soft snore from Sam who is unmoving on the floor.
Jordan's hands move to cup your face with surprising tenderness, their thumbs softly stroking your cheekbones in gentle, hypnotic circles. Your hands find their way under their shirt, fingertips tracing abstract patterns across the warm skin of their lower back. Their tongue slides against yours with deliberate slowness, as if they're trying to memorize the taste and feel of you.
You sigh contentedly into their mouth as they deepen the kiss, their fingers tangling in your hair.
The perfect, end to your long ass fucking day.
✍🏼 I read this over once before posting and I really haven't written in about a year but I really liked London Thor in this scene so here it is.
