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"Can I see your cunt?"
Jimin turns his head to his friend, not sure he quite heard what he heard, or if maybe the joint is making him hear things.
"What?"
"Can I see your c-"
"I heard right the first time, just wanted to make sure...but again, what?"
Jimin expects his friend to start laughing with a "I'm joking!", but that never comes, and Jimin is as confused as he's pleased at the idea. He knows nobody has ever seen him naked, because he's a bit self conscious about his body. Taehyung would be the first and last allowed to see that part of him.
"Why do you want to...see it? I mean...It's..."
Jimin doesn't know what to say next. He wants to say it's just a cunt, which is the case but...it's Taehyung. Also, they're both a bit high, so what could happen? It's just...for fun, right?
"What do I get in exchange?"
"You can look at my dick."
Jimin snorts, handing his joint for Taehyung to hold as he takes his pants and panties off, first closing his legs together. Taehyung places a hand on his knee, pushing it for him to spread his legs.
"I just want to see, I'm sure it's pretty."
After a few seconds of hesitation, Jimin slowly opens his legs, pussy on full display. Taehyung stares at it for a bit too long, and Jimin closes his legs with a grunt.
"Wh-why are you boring holes into it...it already has one..."
Taehyung seems to wake up from his tiny trance, and he just gives his joint back to Jimin, taking a puff of his own before using both hands to spread Jimin's legs again. The older lets out a surprised yelp, almost hitting Taehyung.
"It's just pretty..."
"Hum... thanks... can I...Ah FUCK what are you doing?!"
Taehyung just dived in without asking anything, and Jimin can feel his hot tongue on his folds, can feel him licking harder, harder, like he's trying to swallow his cunt.
"Wh-why...the fuck are you doing Tae??"
"Feels good?"
Jimin doesn't answer, he can at least let himself be pampered. It doesn't mean they're together. And he is a bit horny, but just because of the mood. Not because of Taehyung. They're friends. Taehyung's tongue just feels so good on his clit, where it's pressing hard, flicking the little nub while two of his long fingers hold his folds apart. He's still holding the joint with his other hand, between his thumb and index, and Jimin looks at the smoke escaping from it. Smoke looks sexy, his high mind thinks. This whole shit is happening because they're high. The moans he lets out too.
Taehyung looks up for a second, only to see that Jimin has his head tipped back against the back of the sofa, a hand mid air, like he doesn't know what to do with it.
"You can hold my hair, if you want."
Jimin just does that and tugs a little on his friend's locks, wondering if they discussed this beforehand. Taking a drag off his joint will surely help him see clearer, or let the pleasure sink in, relax his body, until all he does is grind his pussy against Taehyung's tongue.
"Fuck...it's not enough..." He whines, holding Taehyung's hair a little tighter to keep him in place.
Taehyung groans, he's hard, he can feel it. Jimin is just too hot for his own good, his juices dripping from his pussy on the sofa like he's in heat. And Taehyung wants to lick it all clean.
Nothing is stopping him.
"Ah...Tae..." Jimin laughs when he feels his stomach tighten, a wave of heat coursing through his entire body.
"I like how you taste..."
"Shut up, this is so cringy..." Jimin hits him on the head before he can answer anything, and that little escape helps him not come on the spot when Taehyung pushes a first finger inside him.
It's stupid how good it feels, how Jimin wants more. He tries moving his hips, rolling them down on Taehyung's finger, but even that isn't enough.
And then Taehyung adds a finger and bends them up, pushing against a spot that makes Jimin see stars from where he is. Taehyung just has to massage that spot for a few seconds for Jimin's body to tense, and a first orgasm to hit his friend.
"Fuck...fuck...God, what the hell??"
"You never touched yourself?"
Jimin just blushes and looks away.
"It's not bad if you didn't, I'll do it for you."
"Stop being so cringy or we're not friends anymore..." Jimin whines, breathless. The wave of pleasure that crashed down on him was...wow.
"Do we have condoms?"
Jimin stares at Taehyung for a few seconds, looking around.
"How would I know, it's your house..." Jimin starts, before realizing what this question implies.
"Hum...I...I'm not...I mean..."
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
"Oh my god Tae since when are you a fucking prince charming?" Jimin laughs, doesn't even think about closing his legs when Taehyung stands up to look for the lost condoms.
He keeps smoking while he waits, absentmindedly rubbing at his clit. It's a bit sensitive now, he could cum a bit faster than the first time. But fuck, that spot Taehyung touched a few minutes ago...it felt like an explosion inside him, like he was going to combust.
"How come I never found that spot...inside me?"
"I don't know, did you look for it?"
"...No."
Taehyung comes back with a triumphant smile, holding a little square, and Jimin would clap if he didn't have both hands occupied.
Taehyung stares for a moment where Jimin's stroking his clit, cock twitching inside his pants. How did they come to that? Is being high a good enough excuse to explain this entire situation?
Jimin stops when he realized he's being watched.
"Sorry."
"Oh, no, go ahead."
Jimin doesn't, he even hides his hand and slowly closes his legs. Taehyung laughs.
"I literally made you cum, I ate your pussy, don't play shy now..."
"I'm self-conscious!"
"Of what? How pretty you are?"
Jimin opens wide eyes, cheeks red. "D-don't lie!"
Taehyung sits down on the sofa, taking his pants off like it's normal, and Jimin stares at his dick, wondering how it is to live with a thing hanging in between one's legs. It must be annoying.
"Like what you see?"
"No, it looks weird."
Taehyung huffs, a pout on his lips.
"If you don't want to...we can stop."
"Just..."
Jimin stands up before he finishes his sentence, grabbing the lighter and another joint they prepared beforehand. He lights it, falling on his knees in between Taehyung's spread legs.
"Let me...analyse."
Taehyung nods, not quite sure what Jimin means by 'analyzing'. He finds out soon enough when Jimin's lips close around the head of his cock, and he starts sucking at it.
"Yup, tastes as bad as I though."
"Too bad to continue?"
Jimin shakes his head, taking the head in his mouth again. He swirls his tongue around the head, licks the slit and strokes the rest with his free hand. At intervals, he lets go to take a drag of his joint before going back to sucking and licking Taehyung's dick. And Taehyung is going crazy, hips bucking up, joint long forgotten, burning on its own in between his fingers.
"I wanted to...fuck you..."
"You will, wait. I need to know my enemy before I let it on my ground..."
Taehyung laughs and Jimin tries to go a bit further down, just to see how much he can take. Taehyung is quite big, so he can only go so far before he's gagging.
"It's dangerous." He says, a serious look on his face.
"What?"
"Your dick. It will never fit."
Taehyung knows Jimin is scared, but he knows that there's no reason it could go wrong, he'll be careful. He really wants to feel that pussy around his cock.
"I'll be gentle, don't worry."
"I don't... but..."
Taehyung doesn't let him finish, grabs him by the chin to place a kiss on his lips. That shuts Jimin up for sure.
"I said I'll be gentle, let me take care of you."
Jimin looks at his friend, a blush on his cheeks that Taehyung would love to eat if it was possible.
"Kiss...again?"
Taehyung doesn't need to be told twice and he cups Jimin's cheeks, pressing their lips together, tongue soon joining the play when it pushes against Jimin's lips. There's no resistance, and Taehyung can lick inside Jimin's mouth while the older lets little moans out, hands kneading at Taehyung's thighs.
He's wet, he can feel it, and he knows the perspective of being fucked looks and sounds as nice as it must be, but still, he's scared. What if he's not good enough?
Taehyung seems to hear his thoughts because he stops the kiss and lifts Jimin off the ground to place him on his lap. Jimin is blushing madly, looking away.
"Don't stress yourself, we're just having a good time, alright?"
Jimin nods, and Taehyung leaves a last kiss on one corner of his lips.
"I'll prep you first, don't worry about it not fitting."
"Shut up, you cringe."
Taehyung laughs at how Jimin tries to hide his shyness by swearing, which only makes him cuter. He spreads his friend's legs and pushes one finger in again, this time only stretching his pussy, adding finger after finger until there's no resistance, and Jimin's body relaxes enough.
"You look so good, Min, so fucking good..."
"I don't...you only s-say that because...because I don't know why you would say that." "Because it's true."
Jimin tries his best to stay as still as possible, when Taehyung's fingers graze so close to that spot, but never touch it. He doesn't want to sound desperate, doesn't even want to sound like anything. He knows he's blushing, and he knows the substance he's smoking isn't the only reason. He doesn't dare look at Taehyung, but he knows the man is staring at him with a smile. It's not a mocking smile, but it would've maybe been better.
"Stop looking..." Jimin mumbles, his thighs tensing with the will to not move a hair.
"Relax, and I'll stop."
"But...It's too big..."
"That's why I'm stretching you, idiot."
"So you admit it's too big! You just want to kill me!" Jimin whines, a frown on his face.
Taehyung has enough of him, just wants Jimin to relax and let himself be pampered. How hard is it?
He curls his fingers up, looking the way Jimin's eyes open wide like he was betrayed.
"Touch your clit, it'll feel better."
"Wh-why would I..."
"You did it earlier..."
"You weren't watching!"
Taehyung rolls his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips before he closes his eyes to give some privacy to his friend.
Jimin doesn't move for a few seconds, and then relaxes, his pussy clenching around Taehyung's fingers as one of his hands goes down to his cunt, his index rubbing slowly against his sensitive nub. He can feel waves of heat prickle under his skin, can feel the edge of his orgasm. He wants to go faster, but doesn't want to cum now. He really wants to feel Taehyung inside him, even though it's scary.
"See, it feels good. Fuck, Min...You're gonna make me cum just watching you..."
"You're not supposed to watch!" Jimin says, immediately taking his hand off himself.
Taehyung doesn't say anything, just give his joint to Jimin after having taken a last drag.
Jimin watches the two joints in his hands, wondering what Taehyung is planning that requires both hands.
The answer comes soon enough when Taehyung spreads his folds, observing the wetness of his cunt, the way it clenches around his fingers. Jimin can't throw the joints on the sofa without creating an accident, so he has no choice other than let Taehyung do his thing.
"Tae..."
Taehyung hums, using the thumb of his busy hand to massage Jimin's clit, hand staying still inside of Jimin's pussy.
"A-ah...Tae..."
"That's still my name, hmh."
This time, Jimin doesn't complain or whine, but starts rolling his hips down, trying to find that hot sensation he felt when Taehyung moved his fingers.
"What about I give you a bit more?"
"More...?"
"My cock, for example."
"S'too big..."
Jimin mumbles again, but this time with a little less conviction. Taehyung takes his fingers out, wiping them against Jimin's thigh, and takes his joint back, taking a drag of it. With his thumb, he then makes Jimin open his mouth and blows the smoke in his mouth, closing the circuit with a heated kiss.
Jimin's toes curl, his pussy clenching around nothing just from feeling Taehyung's tongue against his.
He's sure he can taste himself, or maybe it's just the taste of the smoke. Jimin looks down at how wet he is, and he can't accuse the smoking, not when he feels so hot just from a kiss.
"Fuck...I want you..." Jimin murmurs, as if he himself couldn't believe what he just said. "We're both in the same boat."
Jimin doesn't comment on Taehyung's silliness, he just wants to feel that cock stretch him, telling himself they can always stop if it's too much.
"Can you...be gentle?"
"I said I would, I promised."
Jimin nods, lifting himself to let Taehyung enough space to move.
Taehyung grabs the condom they left on the side, opening it with his teeth (so hot, Jimin thinks) and rolling it down his cock like he's been doing it his whole life.
Jimin's manhandled in position, Taehyung has a hand on his waist (that one still holding the joint), the other steadying his dick so it pushes against Jimin's entrance. They're about to have sex. Jimin can't quite grasp what it would mean for their future. They're not supposed to be lovers, but Jimin can almost feel the possessiveness take over when he thinks about his friend doing those things to other people.
Taehyung goes as slow as possible, like he said he would, but Jimin can see his jaw clenching, so he takes it upon himself to make it all go a bit faster. It's maybe not the best idea, because it burns when Taehyung bottoms out so fast, but at least, they completed that step.
"S'big...so big..."
"Too big? Fuck, Min you're so tight...feels like heaven..."
"No... s'good...I like it..."
Jimin rolls his hips, trying to adjust himself to the girth, to the new sensations. It feels like he's too full.
Taehyung grabs his hips and lifts him up and down a few times, before stopping.
"I want to see you work for it, baby."
Jimin whines, because what the fuck is that pet name, and why the fuck did his heart miss a beat when he heard it?
He places both hands on Taehyung's shoulders, to help himself move. He can't help clenching, his pussy wetter by the seconds. It just feels too good, every time Taehyung bottoms out, every time his cock goes deep inside him.
He tries not to moan too much, he really does, but then he sees Taehyung smoke, and for a yet unknown reason, it makes Jimin want to be fucked faster. He's just...hot. Taehyung is hot, and he's being fucked, or more precisely fucking himself on his hot friend that maybe (MAYBE) could become a crush. Or is already, Jimin is a bit confused.
He's the one staring this time, and his movements slowly falter to nothing.
"Everything's alright?" Taehyung asks, a smirk on his face. He's not concerned, knows Jimin is just lost in thoughts. He wonders what kind of thoughts could be better than sex.
"Ah! Y-yes I...I was..."
"Should I take over? It must be quite tiring to do it all by yourself, hm?"
Jimin nods, because it's a good excuse. He's blushing, glad that Taehyung can't read his mind...or maybe he can, seeing the smile on his lips.
Jimin doesn't really think much when he kisses Taehyung, squeezing his cheeks with both his hands, his heart beating so fast it almost hurts, and he doesn't know if it's lust or something else, doesn't want to think about it right now. It just makes everything better.
Taehyung's hands are on his hips and he's being moved up and down his friend's dick like he doesn't weigh anything.
"I really want to eat you out again...Fuck, Min, you'll be my death..."
Jimin can't answer, he's too busy moaning Taehyung's name, the joint burning his finger where he's holding it but he doesn't seem to realize.
Everything feels so good, it's like he's about to burst, like glitters will come out of his cunt with how good it feels.
"Tae...More... please give me more...!"
Taehyung won't last long, not when Jimin looks so, so pretty falling apart on his cock.
Fuck, they're having sex.
"Fuck..." Taehyung grits through his teeth, his fingers tightening their hold on Jimin's waist. He can feel him clenching around his cock, knows he's close. Taehyung is too.
"M close... Tae, please h-harder...!"
Taehyung does the opposite and stops, earning a loud frustrated whine from Jimin, who doesn't care about his image anymore. It feels too good...
"Why d–"
Jimin doesn't have time to ask, before he's manhandled into another position.
This time, he's laying on his back, a yelp leaving his mouth when his head hits the armrest of the sofa.
"The joints!"
"They're not burning anymore baby."
Jimin makes a 'o' with his mouth when he realises. He'd been so into Taehyung pounding into his pussy that he hadn't even felt the little burn on his fingers. Taehyung grabs Jimin's hands, kissing his fingers one by one. It's just a little burn, and really, it doesn't hurt, but Jimin is so endeared that he doesn't say anything.
Jimin's legs are spread, a few moments later, and Taehyung is inside him again. The new position making it easier for him to go deeper.
"T-Tae... Ah fuck–"
How can Jimin explain how he feels? His whole body tenses and heats, his pussy trying to swallow Taehyung's cock deeper. He just wants it deeper.
"Your clit, Min, touch it." Taehyung orders.
Jimin brings one hand down in between his legs. He knows he'll cum if he rubs too fast, so he massages slow circles into the sensitive nub with his index, choked moans escaping him.
Taehyung stares with hooded eyes, his cock twitching at the view.
"So fucking pretty."
Jimin closed his eyes from the pleasure, but opens them at Taehyung's words. He knows he's blushing, can feel it on his cheeks, but he knows that Taehyung won't say a word about that, not when he himself has sweat running from his temple. Was it always that hot in the room?
Jimin rubs his clit a little faster, his thighs tensing at the approach of his orgasm. He doesn't remember having been that excited. He doesn't remember having been excited in the first place, if this is what it should feel like. He feels like a truck is about to send him to the skies.
"T-Tae...m'gonna cum...m'gonna...s'so good...Tae!"
Jimin keeps whining and moaning Taehyung's name, his eyes shut tight again as the index on his clit just pushes that bit harder against it. He's so wet, the slide is so easy.
"Fuck, me too baby...you're so tight..."
Jimin sobs, his free hand flying up around Taehyung's neck, holding him closer for...no particular reason. He smells good, Jimin notices. He smells like smoke and...him. Perfume? Why would he put perfume to come smoke with him...? Jimin wants to ask, but it's not the moment.
Taehyung's fingers are holding Jimin's waist so tight that he's sure there will be bruises, and the idea enchants Jimin way too much for his own will. He never had sex...how could he never have sex when it feels this good? Does it always feel this good? Why is no one screaming about it? Fuck, he almost wants to call all his other friends to tell them how good Taehyung's cock feels, pulsing inside him, hitting his spot just right. How he hasn't cum yet is a mystery.
A mystery that doesn't last much longer, and with wide eyes, he feels his orgasm hit him hard enough for him to see stars. He hears Taehyung's breath hitch as his own cunt clenches around his dick.
"Ahh fuck, fuck...Jimin!" Taehyung moans as he buries himself deep inside him, cumming inside the condom, maybe regretting the fact that he can't paint Jimin's insides, but safety is more important than some fantasies.
He falls on top of Jimin, panting.
"God..."
Jimin giggles, doesn't know if it's because he's high, or because he just had the best time of his life...with his friend.
"I wanna smoke again..." Jimin whispers.
Taehyung is still inside him, and he kinda likes the feeling. He likes feeling full, apparently, so when Taehyung goes to pull out, Jimin holds him tight, legs imprisoning him into place.
"Just...a moment..."
"My dick is bathing in its own...semen..."
Taehyung whines.
"Shut up, don't ruin the moment."
Taehyung sighs, laying down on top of Jimin again, breath tickling his neck. Jimin unconsciously tilts his head, and Taehyung sees it as an invitation. He starts living a trail of kisses on the skin there. Jimin squirms under him.
"A-ah, Tae, can you grab the lighter? And...Ah n-not here...Can you make me another joint? Pretty please?"
Taehyung can pull out this time, and before doing what Jimin asked of him (what a princess) he throws the condom in the bathroom bin first. When he comes back, Jimin is still splayed on the sofa, legs spread and head tilted back. Taehyung really wants to take a picture and hang it in his room. It's so...sensual. Jimin is so sensual.
He sits down next to him, preparing the joint. His eyes are attracted by his friend's pussy, the way it glistens, still wet and a bit red from their heated sex session. He wonders how sensitive Jimin is now. He hands the joint and the lighter to Jimin, who gladly takes them, and after having watched him for a few seconds, he opens his mouth again.
"Can I eat you out again?"
Jimin looks at him with wide eyes, his cheeks heating.