Coke And Cigarettes

coke and cigarettes

pairing. best friend joji + fem! reader

summary. smoking with your best friend has always been one of your favorite past times. however, this time, it's a little too hard to hide your feelings for him.

warnings. fluff, established friendship, george being an idiot, dick jokes, in love with my best friend trope

note. how am i not surprised that my second post is about joji?! stream smithereens btw

"You're such a dumbass", George flicks your forehead as he watches you struggle to spark the flame on the lighter. He snatches it away.

Your pout does not go unnoticed, for he shoves a can of Coca Cola towards your mouth, basically forcing you to gulp its contents down. Rolling your eyes at the gesture, you drink it anyways. "Can't even use a lighter... you afraid of fire now?"

You shrug, carfeully watching him alight the cigarette, flame illuminating the gentle features of his face. "Your face is small," you mutter, mindlessly.

He turns towards you, exhaling smoke through his nostrils. "What?" George asks. "I said your dick is small," you huff, snuggling into the puffy jacket that you had decided to wear for this meeting with him.

He heartily laughs at your comment. "How do you know it's small if you've never seen it before, hmm?"

"I know a lot of things- WAIT, are you admitting that you're small?" Your eyes widen, staring at him in utter shock. He sucks into the cigarette, holding direct eye contact with you.

"Do you wanna see it?" George asks, in the most serious voice, making you suck in a breath. "W-what," a gasp leaves your mouth when he turns on the light of his balcony, extinguishing his joint, and starts unbuckling his belt, only to stop when he sees you staring with your mouth open.

"You're not telling me to stop huh? Thats new."

Another laugh rings in the air, and suddenly you want to punch him in his pretty face, make it bruise and bleed to the point that he becomes unrecognizable.

"Oh come on, I'm joking!" He smiles, confused as he tries to read the expression on your face. Leaning in closer to you, he srunches his brows. You flinch, back meeting the cold railings. George's eyes scan your face, and in the dim light of the small bulb on the ceiling, he catches the slight disapointment in your eyes.

His gasp is loud, a little too loud for this late hour. "No way! You... you actually wanted to see it?"

You sigh, pushing his chest, making him fall back towards his previous spot. "Can you get any louder?" A sip from the can is all you can muster into your stomach, that suddenly feels very queasy, bubbling away at the current situation.He sits and stares at you, a look of complete surprise on his face.

"Do you... get off from seeing dicks?"

"Shut up George"

You smile, eyes still not confident enough to look at him. But you already know how hard that idiot is smiling. The uneasy feeling doesn't go away, but you think he already knows, how long you've been in love with him.

©nachojaehyun 2022, all rights reserved

head so good, she a honor roll

pairing. idol wonu + new staff! fem! reader

summary. if wonwoo had to describe his new stylist in one word, it would be unpredictable. i mean, who would have known you were this good at sucking his soul?

warnings. [PLEASE READ] oral (m), light throat fucking, messy/sloppy head, the best head he had EVER received, wonu wears glasses, teasing, he almost cries, mentions of past sexual encounters, THICK dick wonu, no gag reflex queen reader — 18+ MINORS DNI!

note. jeon wonwoo, you genuinely deserve the best head in the universe. thank you for existing king.

wonwoo felt like he was going to pass out.

the tides of pleasure were overwhelming him, making his eyes roll to the back of his head as he bit his lip to subdue his noises.

initially, he hadn’t thought much of you at all. when PD Na announced that a new staff member was joining the Seventeen crew, wonwoo could only clap and bow as you entered the room.

you were pretty— he’d give you that. your features were pleasant to the eye, and the thick framed glasses you adorned on your first day made him smile.

he was happy to know that he wasn’t the only one who was batshit blind in the room.

you were his stylist. of course you had taken him to get his color analysis done, taken him to multiple stores across Seoul, brought him piles of clothes for performances and off duty days.

you were his stylist. of course you had seen him almost naked, but you had never bat an eye at him, only instructing him to “wear his clothes faster.”

you were his stylist. of course you had first hand experience in the most embarrassing encounter in jeon wonwoo’s career— you had seen his dick rip out from a pair of very tight slacks. you still remained stoic, carefully asking him to take his pants off as you went to search for another pair. he was red in the face, cock half hard as he tightly fisted the curtain of the changing room in shame.

you were his stylist. so why on earth were you sucking his cock like your life depended on it?

wonwoo swears he didn’t know how it happened. you had texted him half an hour ago that you were going to drop off some clothes at his apartment before his fitting tomorrow.

it was supposed to be a simple exchange— you would give him the bag and you would leave.

but of course he had his phone silenced and didn’t see your notification.

of course he was sitting on the living room couch, fisting his length in his hand as he tried to relieve the tension in his muscles from dancing for 4 hours straight.

of course he forgot to lock the door to his apartment while he was blatantly moaning like a whore—

here you were, mouth dragging along his tip as you looked up at him through your long lashes, glassy eyes blinking innocently. the bag of clothes you had brought to him was long discarded, laying limp on the floor near his coffee table.

the grey contacts you had on make wonwoo shiver, whimpering as your tongue swirled around his tip.

“fuck baby, quit playin,” he groaned, running a hand through his hair as he watched you down his cock like a champ. wonwoo’s glasses were sitting at the edge of his nose, lenses fogging up.

his hand reached out to fist your hair in a makeshift ponytail, mouth falling into a near pornographic growl as he felt your hands fondle his balls.

his cock was unbelievably thick. your jaw was nearly falling slack. however, the salty taste of his precum was far too addicting for you to care about your own discomfort.

you hollowed your cheeks, trying to feel every ridge and every vein that his pretty cock had to offer. you pulled him out of your mouth soon after, placing kisses along his side as you suckled on his tip.

your free hand came to jerk off his base, spitting onto his leaky tip to use as lube, adding more pressure as his eyebrows scrunched.

“ ’m close— hah!” he whined, tears coating his lashes as you took him in with no warning.

unable to hold himself back, wonwoo harshly yanked your head back, rolling his hips into your mouth. you moaned at his rough treatment, sending vibrations that tightened the knot in his stomach.

“shit shit shit!” wonwoo grunted, feeling his dick weigh down on your tongue that continued to lick and torture him while he used your mouth as his personal fleshlight.

you could feel him twitch inside you.

to give him the final push over the edge, you lazily dragged your freshly manicured nails gently against his balls, cupping the two as he emptied inside your mouth.

wonwoo’s hips stuttered as his thighs shook, feeling ropes of his cum spurt into your open mouth.

he pulled out slightly, jerking off to give you the rest of him. you simply sat on the floor, wagging your tongue, catching every drop of his seed. as soon as you swallowed his release without any question, wonwoo felt himself getting hard again.

wordlessly, you wiped your mouth of the drool that had dribbled past your lips. pushing your weight from your thighs, you glanced at your wristwatch before smiling.

“see you at 8 tomorrow, wonwoo-ssi. don’t be late.”

with that, jeon wonwoo watched you wave him goodbye and walk out the door.

his mind was blown as he breathed out softly, still coming down from the best orgasm he ever had in his life.

sure, he had been blown before. but most girls were too scared to keep him in for more than a few minutes, complaining that their jaw hurt from his sheer length and thickness.

but you? dear god, you and your perfect self never complained, silently taking his cock in your mouth. you didn’t care about your own pleasure, mind consumed by the man wearing glasses in front of you, shock written all over his features.

“fucking hell, what is she doing to me?” wonwoo groaned, fisting his once again hardened member as he begin to circle his tip with a thumb.

he felt sensitive from his last high, closing his eyes as he imagined the scene all over again— wondering how many positions he could bend you over in.

if only he knew that you were in your car, fingers curling inside your folds as you moaned out his name. his cock had moulded your throat.

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© nachojaehyun, 2024

pls write something for mingyu 😭

i did write one! you can find it here !!

Do you have a masterlist?

not yet lol :)

all my posts are on my page if you scroll, not that i have a lot of good stuff 😭 i will be taking tumblr more seriously this year, so you can expect more GOOD fics.

my wattpad however has some good stuff. my @ is absinthehyuk

Part 3 for the wonu fic when

damn you guys are thirsty for wonu and dino huh? 😭 i’ll start working on sumn dw

hi, i just read your last fic and it's soooo🔥 i rarely find writer using those kink.. i'll wait for another chan smut fic with bulge kink and creampie😖💞

you guys want another one? 👀 suggest some tropes maybe, i’ll see what i can do 🙂‍↕️

i was planning a jungkook fic for this month though… maybe double updates? idk