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Smoke curls through the air, hitting the beams coming from the string lights pinned around. The smell of cannabis has seeped into every seam and pore in the room, yet Renjun still finds it in herself to take one last hit of the joint before passing it back over to Jaemin.
Jaemin holds it between her fingers like some classy cigarette instead of a cheap ass joint they picked up from a shared friend after Renjun’s sociology class. Jaemin could make anything look alluring, though, and she knows it. Faded pink hair, sour weed, stained sweatpants, and she still makes Renjun and Jeno dizzy.
Jeno adjusts behind Renjun from their place on the floor, legs caging the smaller girl’s, and giggles when Jaemin blows a little ring of smoke towards them. Between the three of them, Jaemin is definitely the more proficient smoker, but somehow despite the size difference even Renjun has a higher tolerance than Jeno.
“How are you doing over there, Junnie?” Jaemin asks lazily as she taps the excess off the joint. “Think you can hold out longer than last time?”
Renjun’s face burns and she turns to tuck it into the crease of Jeno’s neck, leisurly placing a kiss against the pulsepoint. It’s common knowledge that being under the influence effects everyone differently. Renjun’s seen all the personalities among her friends. Donghyuck, the friend that gave them the shitty weed, gets real giggly like Jeno. Her girlfriend Mark becomes lethargic, staring into space until she passes out. Unremarkably, Chenle just gets a bad case of the munchies, but poor Jisung gets too paranoid to join any more smoke circles, so it’s more common that Chenle will opt out in solidarity. Jaemin is by far the most level headed one out of all of them, but even she falls victim to her baser instincts when they smoke.
Unfortunately, Renjun didn’t get the option to pick any of those. Instead, she gets to deal with an overwhelming level of arousal that’s become a sort of game between the girlfriends; or at least a game for Jaemin.
Jaemin smirks into the exhale and passes the last bit of the joint over to Jeno, ignoring the cut off squeak Renjun makes as Jaemin’s body grazes hers. Jeno smiles, blissed out and willing to do whatever’s asked of her. The joint is shakily placed in between her lips and some of the ash falls onto Renjun’s exposed arm. A hiss mixed with a whimper leaves her mouth, but neither are fully attributed to the pain. Renjun clenches her thighs together at the sting that sits on her skin, barely holding herself back from pressing a finger into the tender area.
“Poor baby,” Jaemin mocks, entirely too knowledgeable on the expanse of Renjun’s kinks to be concerned, “did that hurt?”
Renjun nods, head still turned into Jeno’s neck, before a hand grips her chin and jerks it to face the pink haired girl staring her down. “I asked you a question.”
“Y-Yes, it hurt.” Renjun stumbled over her words, watching as Jaemin leans forward once more and pulls the almost-gone joint from Jeno’s dopey mouth.
“Not enough, though,” Jaemin leers with a smile that shows slightly too many teeth to be soothing, “I think our kitty wants something a little rougher. What do you think, puppy?”
Jeno, who becomes nearly non-verbal during their smoke sessions, hums contently before gathering the energy to reply to Jaemin with words; ever the good girl willing to please.
“Mhm I think so, Jaeminnie.”
“Good girl,” Jaemin purrs, earning another satisfied sound from the girl, “I think you deserve a treat, puppy. Do you want to take care of our kitty or just watch?”
Jeno’s giggle sends warmth tickling past Renjun’s ear, causing Renjun to grind her body back into Jeno’s, and making them both choke out gasps. “W-watch. Just watch, please.” Jeno heaves out the breathless words.
“ Good girl .” Jaemin takes the momentary distraction between the pair to flip up Renjun’s skirt before she can even process it. “I was so hoping I’d get to play.”
White hot pain spreads through Renjun’s upper thigh, centering where Jaemin has the the last bit of the joint pressed harshly to her skin. She whines loud staccato notes, nearly choking on the two fingers Jeno shoves in her mouth to keep her quiet. Spit pools behind her teeth, already threatening to stream down her chin.
This isn’t the first time they’ve played around with pain, or burning for that matter, but it is the first time they’ve done it inebriated, and it only serves to heighten the sensations for Renjun, who’s close to wailing around the digits she’s sucking on. Tears spring to her eyes even though Jaemin’s already pulled the bud away, flicking it into a discarded tray.
“Oh don’t cry, Junnie,” Jaemin simpers, leaning down to blow cool air on the red skin, “you know how wet it gets me.”
Renjun grinds back again and feels dampness seeping into the back of her underwear. Even though Jeno isn’t affected the same way Renjun is by the cannabis running through their bodies, she’s only human. Jeno holds a soft moan behind her teeth at the pressure against her core and lets her fingers fall to grip at Renjun’s hips.
“J-just- oh fuck ,” Jaemin licks across the rising mark, so close to Renjun’s panties that she can practically smell the arousal, “Jaemin fuck me .”
Jaemin scoffs, grazing her fingers teasingly along the outline of Renjun’s labia, “Demands only work on the puppy, you know that. Now beg, or I’ll make you sit there and watch while Jen rides my face.”
Jaemin feels like pure evil to Renjun at this moment, but she knows her girlfriend can be even meaner; withholding orgasms for hours just to teach them manners she finds them to be lacking. It’s only due to the weed that weakens their willpower that she doesn’t bend Renjun over her knee.
“Please fuck me, Jaeminnie,” Renjun pants, head thrown back against Jeno’s shoulders, letting her grind her wet heat into the curve of her ass, “please, please, please .”
Jaemin has pulled Renjun’s panties to the side, gently blowing air on her reddened cunt as the smaller girl begs her girlfriend to touch her. “I knew you had it in you to be a good girl. So perfect for me, baby.”
Renjun jolts when a cool tongue laps at her folds, one fat stroke from her hole to the clit that provides the bare minimum of pressure. She moans loudly, and Jeno is too busy chasing her own release to shut her up.
Jaemin’s thumbs rest on the sides of Renjun’s pussy, holding it open and keeping her panties to the side. She’s enthusiastic, but not sloppy, and it drives Renjun insane. Renjun has known Jaemin found a particular enjoyment with making them cum over and over and over again with just her mouth, but reminders like this make her wonder if she’ll fully ever know just how much the pink haired girl loves eating them out.
“You taste so fucking good, baby,” Jaemin mumbles, pressing an open mouth kiss to her cunt. Renjun shakes with the effort to keep her hips still, “Wanna just eat you out all day. Make Jen hold you down and fuck you on my tongue.”
Jeno whines at the mention of her name and the circles she’s been grinding into Renjun’s ass stutter. One of Jaemin’s hands slide up to find Jeno’s, pulling it down to rub onto Renjun’s clit. Jaemin smiles ravenously when she lowers her face back to Renjun’s core, flexing her tongue into a tight line of muscle and swiftly fucking into Renjun’s hole. Jaemin think’s Renjun tastes the sweetest between the three of them; something vaguely fruit flavored lingering on her tongue.
“Jaemin, Jaemin, Jaemin,” Renjun chants, nearly wailing against the onslaught of sensations.
Jaemin stares up, past the mound of Renjun’s pussy and Jeno’s hand that rubs her in disorganized strokes, to look at Renjun’s glossy eyes. Her mouth is hung open, letting out a symphony of whimpers and moans that make Jaemin practically drip onto the floor. Jeno sits behind her, single mindedly chasing her orgasm with thrusts against Renjun that push her deeper onto Jaemin’s tongue. She swirls her tongue around the rim of her cunt.
“Ah, ah, ah ,“ Renjun breaks off into a shout as the hand on her clit is replaced by a hungry mouth sucking harshly. Without warning Jaemin thrusts two fingers into the now empty hole and curves, the sound of slick squelches echoing the room; wet and obscene and messy. Renjun’s walls drag along her fingers deliciously, sucking them in until her knuckles bumps her folds.
She could do this for hours, until Renjun is fucked out and crying, begging for whatever Jaemin wants her to beg for. Jaemin likes eating pussy, she’s good at it, and the power that rushes through her with every staccato whine that punches out from her girlfriend makes her own cunt throb.
Jeno pants behind Renjun, still humping like a dog in heat, and Jaemin has half a mind to reach around and help before she hears the tell-tale keen. Renjun gasps at the pulsing she can feel through both of their layers, the hot wetness that seeps onto her ass from Jeno’s release. Jeno rides out her orgasm with clenched eyes and mouth open with a soundless moan. Her hands clench Renjun’s hips, fingers digging into the delicate skin hard enough to leave perfect crescent bruise reminders.
“Puppy got excited, hm?” Jaemin slows down her fingers inside Renjun, nipping at the inside of her non-burnt thigh, “Do you wanna cum too, kitty?”
Renjun nods, dazed, body still coursing with cannabis and need, “Please, ‘minnie; want it so bad.”
Jaemin smiles smugly and leaves a peck on the swollen folds before leaning back and dragging Renjun’s body down a bit. She lays from the shoulders up on Jeno’s lap, who whines from the movement against her sensitive pussy, catching her breath while Jaemin removes their clothing from the waist down with practiced ease. Renjun’s mouth waters when she gets a view of the wet patch visible on the gray boyshorts Jaemin wears.
Once free from the confines of her sweats Jaemin crawls forward, eyes laser focused on the weeping pussy Renjun has ready for her. She grips Renjun’s knees, pulling them wide open and placing her feet on the outside of Jeno’s ankles so they stay open, “So good for me, both of you.”
Renjun arches at the first slide of their hot cunts together. There’s next to no drag; both of them so turned on they’re nearly dripping with the need to cum. Jaemin huffs and leans forward from where she towers over Renjun’s pliant body to crash her lips onto Jeno’s.
The kiss isn’t graceful or pretty, fueled by a physical and mental high that makes them knock teeth and bite lips more than once. Not that Jaemin doesn’t already do that. Renjun gets a front row view of the show, sidetracked by the slick grind of Jaemin’s pussy on her own, but losing air at the sight of her girlfriends moving together like she’s not even there.
She jerks her hips at the thrum of arousal she feels at being used like this, like she’s nothing more than a tool for Jaemin and Jeno’s own pleasure. Jaemin yelps, the sound partially swallowed by Jeno sucking on her tongue.
“Bad kitty,” Jaemin teases, pulling back from Jeno and rolling her hips harder against Renjun’s. The smaller girl feels tears line her eyes once more, squirming and flexing her cunt to get more, and more, and more.
Their clits slide against each other in a delicious grind as Jaemin circles her hips before returning to the back and forth motions. Renjun gasps out her name, begging for it faster and harder. Sweat glistens along their temples.
“You’re so fucking wet, Junnie,” Jaemin groans, dark and wrecked, “-so fucking hot; wanna ruin you, baby.”
Renjun moans her agreement, too overwhelmed with the warning numbness building in her legs to speak. Jeno lays back behind her, lazily running her hands along Renjun’s sides.
“Gonna make you cu-um,” Jaemin stutters when their swollen clits bump against each other, “so fucking hard , a-and then I’m gonna- fuck- eat it all out of you and m-make you taste yourself. Y-You want that, baby? Want to taste your cum in Jaeminnie’s m-mouth- fuck! ”
Jaemin thrusts their cunts together, aligning the bundle of nerves and sinks down impossible deeper and harder. Renjun lets out broken sobs, “ Yes, yes, yes! ”
Her ears ring with the force of her orgasm, cumming so hard she barely catches Jaemin’s hips stuttering, eyes rolling back with her own climax. Renjun feels their cores throb against each other and whimpers at the hot, slippery sensation. She clenches her eyes, riding out the aftershocks.
Moments pass, their heavy pants filling the air between them. Jaemin lifts up as smoothly as she can, leaving thin lines of their mixed cum connecting them together as she does so. Renjun tries not to think about it.
“How do you feel, Junnie?” Jaemin asks, wiping away the remnants of Renjun’s tears. Her face is soft and attentive as she helps Renjun shimmy back up to lean against Jeno, a far cry from the girl who put the aching red burn onto her thigh.
“Good.. very good,” Renjun whispers, her glazed eyes peering up at Jaemin with boneless satisfaction, “I want a kiss, though.”
Jaemin smiles and tenderly moves Renjun’s body back up against Jeno’s, “Of course, baby.”
Their kiss is slow and soothing, opposite of the one shared with Jeno just minutes before. Renjun hums happily before breaking away, “You taste sweet.”
“That’s your pussy, Junnie.”
“Oh, right.” Renjun flushes, brain catching up to her. Jeno’s arms wrap around her waist, resting her head on Renjun’s shoulder.
“Hey! I want a kiss too.” She whines, eyes wide and shiny while she pouts at the two of them. Renjun smiles fondly, pressing a kiss to the corner of Jeno’s mouth from their awkward angle.
“How could I forget my sweetest girl?” Jaemin placates, cupping Jeno’s jaw to bring their lips together softly. They part slowly with Jeno’s dazed smile returning.
The smell of weed isn’t as strong anymore, or maybe Renjun’s just nose blind to it now, and the beams of light are brighter now with the darkness that’s formed outside. Jaemin pulls them up onto her tiny bed, cuddling onto Renjun’s other side and disregarding their clothing strewn on the floor.
“Jaemin, we need to clean up.” Renjun half-heartedly challenges.
“Later,” They sink into the lumpy mattress, the diminishing high dragging them into the throes of sleep, “Jeno’s already passed out, and I don’t even wanna move for the next year.”
She sighs, running hands through their hair. Jeno dozes peacefully next to her with Jaemin following quickly.
“Fine,” Renjun yawns, letting herself slip into the unconscious after them, “but you’re giving me one of your Usahana bandaids for my thigh when we wake up.”
She feels Jaemin smile into her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her skin, “It’s a deal, baby.”