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breezybangtanbebe · 11 months ago

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Chocolate Wings: KNJ💋

A/N: a WP RKive lol

Tags: NamjoonxReader, AMBW, established relationship,oral (female receiving), teasing, edging😌✨

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It was a Sunday afternoon.

There had been a break in the streak of crumby weather that plagued the city and the sun finally decided to grace the world with its presence. Everyone and their mother was out and about enjoying the sunshine and clear skies despite the low temperature.

Everyone including Namjoon.

Out with his boys, playing basketball or doing whatever it was that men did when they got together.

You didn't care.

All you cared about at that moment was the aching need you felt for your boyfriend deep down in lady land. He's already been super busy with work and you with school, both of your schedules never seeming to align. And the one day you both were free, he decided to take his happy ass outside to be with his friends.

The nerve of him.

You were sitting on your shared bed, hair half wrapped in a scarf, pushed up on the top of your head in a curly poof that tickled your forehead and neck. You wore an over-sized sweatshirt that smelled of your boyfriend's scent, and extra-long tube socks that reached just above your knees.

You took extra time that morning buffing and exfoliating your skin, shaving everything that mattered and moisturizing completely in preparation for a day of cuddling and canoodling with your man.

But when you emerged from the steam-filled bathroom some hours ago, your heart sank at the sight of Namjoon shrugging on his olive green coat and bending down to lace up his Nikes.

This morning...

"Um....where are you going?" You poke out your bottom lip in a pout, your tone making Namjoon lift his head to look at you.

He was so fine and sometimes you just couldn't stand it. From his pale blonde hair against his caramel toned skin to the way his black long-sleeved Under-Armor stretched over his broad chest and shoulders. You just wanted to drop your towel and not even give him a chance to answer.

But youre distracted by the heat in his pretty brown eyes as they assessed your barely shielded nudity. They widened as they scanned over your glowing melanin that glistened in the light of the sun beaming through the curtains.

The love and adoration he held for you filled his irises as they trailed up your legs, over the towel, over your cleavage and collarbones. Your wet hair dripping over your shoulders in loose ringlets has Namjoon's swooning, at least until he reaches your disappointed face.

He straightens up and steps forward cautiously.

"Im uh...meeting Jungkook and Yoongi at the gym......" He trails off at the sight of you, his hands closing into fists to resist the urge to touch you. But he knew if he did, there was no way he'd be leaving.

You wilt visibly at his answer.

"Are you foreal? Joon..I thought we were staying in today..." You pout even harder, instantly making Namjoon become riddled with guilt.

"I know baby, Im sorry..but I promised the guys a while ago that I would.."He begins, pointing towards his gym bag and you let an exaggerated sigh before he could continue.

Because you already knew about Namjoon's promise to be a fifth man in the next pick up game. Yoongi would never let him forget it.

"Fine....." you huff out childishly, folding your arms across your covered bossom and looking away.

Namjoon frowns at the obvious sadness in your body language and he glances towards the door with an uneasy expression.

"I mean...I could tell them another day..." he suggested and a part of you lit up at the idea. But your shoulders sag at the thought of him leaving his boys hanging for you. Again. With his work schedule, he barely had time to kick it with them. The two of you lived together.

He saw you every day.

So what was a few hours of guy time really going to hurt?

You shook your head.

"Just go.." you sigh and Namjoon quirks a brow.

"You dont want me to stay? Its not a big deal. I can.."he begins but you pad over the carpeted floors on bare feet to where he stood next to the bed.

"Nope. Go. Or else your friends will resent me for turning you into a flake.." you pout and Namjoon's lips break out into a dimpled grin that has you rolling your eyes. He tilts his head in attempt to catch your gaze.

"Sure you wont be mad?" he asks with softening eyes. You nod silently with a stiff shrug to portray to him that you werent really tripping over him having to leave, even though you were a tad salty.

Fortunately though, Namjoon knows you better than that.

He catches you by the wrist.

"Babe.." his tone drops and you glance at him breifly to nod again.

You dont catch his smirk or the twinkling mischief in his eye as you prepared to turn away to head back into the bathroom.

Before you knew it ,the hem of your towel is being tugged away and you gasp at Namjoon whirling you around and pinning you to the mattress. All of the air leaves your chest when you feel his weight on you, pinning your exposed body beneath him. Both of your hands were trapped above your head and Namjoons lips were already trailing down your throat.

You inhaled sharply as his tongue slid over your freshly scrubbed skin, smelling of peaches and vanilla bean body cream.

Your soft moans fill the room as Namjoon continued to taste your skin, his tongue now swiping over the peaks of your breasts. You struggled underneath him as he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth and you arched your back into him.

He knew that was one of your sweet spots.

"Joonie..." you sigh out as he moved on to your other nipple, trailing his tongue between your breasts sloppily.

"hmm?" he hummed with shaded eyes, flicking his tongue over the pert brown flesh lazily before smothering it with his lips.It takes you some time to figure exactly what you wanted to say but you eventually find your words when Namjoon switches nipples again.

"..If...youre not...gonna fuck me.....y..you better stop..." you stutter, your eyes rolling back when the rythm of his tongue begins sending tingles all over your naked skin. Namjoon chuckles deep in his throat at your warning and begins sucking at your nipple harder, letting go of one of your wrists so he could knead your other breast gently.

He doesnt stall his torture for what felt like forever, smirking at the sounds you made and the way your body shuddered and squirmed beneath him. And just when he knew you were nearing your brink, he releases your nipple.

Your chest caves as you release a shuddered breath and the mattress shifts around you as Namjoon pushed himself up to look at you.

He gains way too much satisfaction at the sight of you so flustered, your already full lips swollen from being sucked and bitten, your nipples hard and glistening with his saliva, your damp hair fanning out around your head and splaying over the sheets. The amount of melanin in your skin concealed your blush, but your skin was covered in goosebumps.

Your eyes flutter open to meet Namjoons, his brow lifting with amusement.

"I hate you alot..." you mumble.

Namjoon shakes his head as he leaned down to peck your pouted lips softly. You whine in protest but do little to resist him as he dips his tongue through your lips breifly before pulling away.

"I know....but when I get back I promise Im all yours though baby. Foreal foreal.." he tilts his head and his pretty brown eyes gleam with sincerity.

He was so fucking cute, it annoyed you. Despite the tiny puddle collecting between your legs.

"Yeah yeah..." you push at his chest as he clambered back to stand, leaving you naked and annoyed on the bed.

"I'll be back.." he winks at you before he turns away to walk out of the bedroom.

That was 4 hours ago.

Since Namjoon left, you tried your best to stay occupied.

You studied.

You cleaned.

You painted your toes.

You read.

But nothing could keep your mind off of Namjoon and his mouth. His lips and tongue were heavy and straining on your thoughts, keeping you from comprehending any of the words your eyes had been skimming over.

After reading the same sentence 5 times, you shut the book tossed it aside. Inspiration strikes and you lay back completely and lift your phone above you to snap a few pictures. You took an array of sexy selfies to send to your man, all showing off your best assets.

One of you lifting Namjoon's sweatshirt to expose your tummy and the bottoms of your heavy breasts, tiny peaks of your brown aerolas visible.

One of you laying back with the tips of your fingers playing under the elasticeof your panties.

One of you laying on your side to give him a nice view of your curves and ass sitting perfectly in your blue boy shorts. An evil laugh escapes your mouth once you were done, scrolling through the pictures quickly to find the best ones.

You smirked at how good you looked, pressing send with another snicker of accomplishment. You quickly typed out a message to go with the photos before tossing your phone aside on the bed.

Now you'd just have to wait.

Namjoon was the bee's knees as far as boyfriends go. But he was a fucking TEASE and he knew it. The nerve of him getting you warmed up and just leaving you like that. You hope your little photoshoot knocked him off his game. You hope he missed every shot because the image of your tits distracted him too much.

It would serve him right.

But you hated to admit how much your body missed him when he was gone. Sometimes you almost ached for him when you got like this. He had you feening for him like an addict and you were way too proud to beg for what you wanted. So you'd rather tease him back and give him a taste of his own medicine.

When you finally heard the sound of keys jingling and the front door shutting, you should have felt ashamed at the way your heart jumped and quickened with excitement.

You sat up in the bed, picking up your book when you heard his heavy footsteps in the hall.

You were pretending to read that same sentence when Namjoon was standing in the doorway with dark eyes and disheveled hair. They squinted at you suspiciously as he stepped in the room.

"Look at you...sitting there all innocent like you didnt just send me all those nudes.."

"Hmm?" you feigned ignorance and Namjoon snorts as he kicked off his shoes and removed his coat.

" 'Hmm?' " he mocks you and you laugh at his expression.

"I dont know what youre talking about" you giggle some more, redirecting your eyes back to that sentence.

"Yeah I bet. Laugh it up...." he begins, bending down to pick up his shoes.

"Thats why Jungkook saw your nipples...." he grunts as he walked towards the closet. Your jaw drops and so does the book in your hands. The sound of Namjoon laughing grows faint for a moment until hes emerging from the closet.

"Youre lying..." Your expression falls and Namjoon shakes his head with a grin.

"Nope. Well...he might have. I locked the screen pretty fast. We were done anyway. Yoongi had to work so..." he shrugs and you let out a relieved sigh, sending a tiny prayer up that none of Namjoons friends saw your goods. Although the thought is a bit amusing.

He casually undressed himself as if you weren't watching him, pulling his black compression shirt over his head and stepping out of his socks. He yanks his headband off and pushes his silvery blonde hair back before shuffling his fingers through it.

Once he was stripped down to just his tank top and sweat pants, you were scooting from the edge of the bed and standing behind him.

You were tired of waiting.

Namjoon tensed at first when he felt your hands snaking around his waist to lift at his sweat dampend undershirt. When your warm hands slipped under the fabric to feel his abs he smirks.

"I need to take a shower..." he chuckled as you shamelessly felt him up, nuzzling his neck while you abandoned his tummy to let your hands glide up his biceps and shoulders.

Namjoon's body was perfect and very well built to say the least. He had always been on the slender side since you'd met him, but his long legs were as thick as tree trunks and incredibly toned. You loved the feel of his muscular thighs beneath your touch.

But as of recently, the rest of his body was beginning to fill out generously. His newfound dedication to fitness was paying off and the results were extremely evident in his broader shoulders, bigger biceps, pronounced chest muscles and neatly placed abs centered down his torso.

You couldnt stop touching him because of it. Any and every opportunity you had to graze his exposed skin with your hands or lips, you hopped on it.

Like now.

You forced Namjoon's shirt off of his body, turning him around and tugging it over his head . You threw it aside and went back to work on his neck, tasting the sweet/saltiness on his skin as you trailed kisses from the base to his collarbone. When you latched on his skin and began to suck, Namjoon cursed low in his throat at the feel.

"Babe....fuck..." he murmurs.

His deep voice grumbles in his bare chest, still slick with the sweat from playing basketball and running. You didn't give two shits about it though as you pressed your body against his. You loved his sweat and his scent. You would gladly bottle that shit up and drown yourself in it with how arroused you were right now.

"Shower after...I want you.." you whined against his skin as your hands skimmed down his body to tug at the waistband of his sweats. When his pants didnt budge, you palmed at his bulge, your walls clenching with need at how hard he was growing beneath his clothes.

"You want me.....fuck....that bad?.." Namjoon chuckles and groans softly as you kneaded his dick teasingly,letting your tongue drag over the planes of his chest.

"Yes.." you whispered into his mouth before rolling onto the tips of your toes to kiss him. Namjoon's hands glide over your hips to cup at your ass cheeks, giving the plump flesh a squeeze that makes you gasp. Your lips parted to invite Namjoon's tongue inside to roam over yours.

He grunts a soft chuckle at your response, but doesn't break the kiss as he slowly stepped forward to back you towards the foot of the bed. You continued to softly palm at his dick as he guided you back, beginning to stroke him slowly and tugging at the tip, making him moan into you.

As you felt your legs touching the end of the bed, Namjoon releases his hold on your ass to grip your wrists, yanking one away from his crotch and the other from his waist and trapping them at your sides. You smirked at switch in dominance, finding amusement getting yourself in the same position you were in this morning.

"So what? Youre just gonna take it?" He smiles against your lips as you squirmed a bit under his hold. But your resistance is feeble against his strength and you eventually become pliant as he put his full weight on you. You suddenly felt his lips on yours, parting you slowly and accepting your sweet surrender.

His hands remained on your wrists and he gently guides them up to rest above your head against the pillows. Your shirt rises to reveal your boy shorts and you squirm under the weight of Namjoons body as he kissed you deeper.

"I wont fuck you....until after my shower....." he said slowly between his seering lips.

"but....I wanna taste you...." he whispers, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and releasing it with a soft pop.

"...so fucking bad...." he adds just before kissing your cheek and working his way down to your neck, nibbles and sucking your skin as he went.

"Yea?" is all you can think to say, your brain too clouded by arrousal and excitement for anything more. Namjoon lifts his head and looms over you, his eyes burning with desire.

He nods.

"Mmmhmm...its been on my mind since this morning....." he murmurs as they trailed down your body, stopping at the space below your waist hungrily.

"Can I?" he looks back up at you slowly, biting his lip.

He didnt have to ask you twice. Your panties seemed to have teleported to the other side of the room, your borrowed sweat shirt pushed all the way up to expose your breasts and heaving chest.

Namjoon was trailing soft kisses down your torso as he moved down the bed. When he got to the edge, he dips his head down between your legs, hooking his hands beneath your thighs to pull you towards his face.

You bit your lip to contain your blush as you watched him assess your most intimate area as if it were his first time ever seeing it. His hooded eyes admired you for a moment, taking in the sight of your glistening flesh just before diving in.

Your body immediately tensed up when Namjoon's tongue made contact with your clit. Every muscle in your body flexed and relaxed in time with his slow calculated licks. The soft tip of his muscle swirled in gentle circles, sweeping over the hood of your bud and pressing against the underside with the flat of his tongue.

You were already voicing your approval of his technique, moaning softly while your hips wound in the direction of his skilled tongue as he repeated his tactic. But with each soft pass over your clit, you grew more and more needy. Namjoons mouth felt amazing, but you needed more.

In an attempt to encourage him to go harder, you reached down to touch his head. Before your fingertips could graze his bleached locks, Namjoon shook away from your touch. His deep voice vibrates against your sex and you felt him scold you more than you heard him.

"uh uhn baby...." he says breifly before sticking his tongue back out to lap against your clit slowly. You bite down hard on your lip at the sight of his shiny pink lips and tongue melding with your folds. A sigh of a moan leaves your lips and Namjoon glances up at you, a smirk in his eyes as he licked your pussy at a torturous pace.

He was teasing you, maybe as punishment for sending him those pictures. Maybe for being a brat this morning, you didnt know. But you knew damn well that Namjoon knew exactly what he was doing.

When he heard the tension in your voice as you moaned above him...

When he felt your thighs trembling underneath his hands....

When he felt your vulva pulsing and clenching against his chin..

Namjoon knew it was time to put you out of your misery. After a few more swirls of his tongue, he closes his lips around your clit and begins to suck.

"Ooh fuck..." you cry out. Your back arches off of the bed and your hands fist at the sheets as Namjoons tongue curled and flicked against the most sensitive part of you in tandem with his sucks. As he did so, you feel the absence of his hand on your thigh. Seconds later you feel his fingers gliding over your dripping entrance, the tip of his index finger pressing gently inside of you.

"Oh my god...Joon...J..Joonie" you stammer as his finger pressed deeper. He pulls out briefly to add a second and begins stroking you slowly as he continued to suck your clit.

"Whats wrong baby..." he murmurs between puckered sucks. His fingers continued to twist and massage your aching walls, passing over the rigid spot just enough to push you closer to the edge.

Your legs were shaking uncontrollably at this point and you were a loud moaning mewling mess. It didn't take Namjoon very long to get you there, knowing your body and exactly what it needs. Your hips started bucking to meet Namjoons strokes and you threw your head back and gaped as you felt the tension building inside of you.

"Please...I need to...make me...please baby.." you begged,lifting your head with tears in your eyes. Namjoon looks up at you as his mouth continued to drive you insane, a cheeky glint in his eye as he arches his brow. He detaches his lips to give your pussy a few long flat tongued licks before responding.

"You want me to make you cum baby? " he smirks at you with his fingers still rubbing at your g-spot.

You couldnt form the words properly, but a strangled moan escaped you in the form of an answer and Namjoom hears you loud and clear.

His fingers moved with purpose, pumping in and out of you and pressing right against your spot as his mouth went back to work on your clit. Sucking and licking and finger fucking you until you felt your stomach tighten.

The familiar sensation begins to build in your gut and your chest heaved as you watched Namjoon feast on you. You blinked to clear the tears from your vision so that you could lock eyes with your devestatingly handsome boyfriend. Of course you could only see half of his face, his nose pressed right up against your pubic bone while the rest of him was engulfed by your sex. But those damned pretty brown eyes pinned you, making you their hostage as you neared your release.

And with one final flick of his magnificent tongue, you were exploding into his mouth as your vision became clouded with splashes of color and blotches of white. Eventually fading to black as your eyelids fell.

Youre pulled back into the now when you feel Namjoon climbing back over your body. You felt his lips trailing over your neck and jawline. When he made it to your lips, you turned your head weakly to meet him halfway, tasting your sweetness on his tongue as he fed your juices to you.

This kiss was slow and sinuous. The kind of kiss filled with a heightened level of lust and need that your entire body tingling and hot with desire. Namjoons full weight was on you now, his clothed center pressing up against your bareness and creating a friction that had you twitching.

He knew you'd still be sensitive from cumming only seconds ago, but he didn't give a fuck. He just continued to kiss you and grind his hips against your pussy until he was swallowing your tiny moans.

Suddenly he's pulling away from you, rising up from the bed and planting himself back on the floor. Your eyes fluttered open and you propped yourself up on your elbows just in time to catch Namjoon kicking off his sweats and underwear in one movement.

His dick sprang free from his pants and smacked his inner thigh as it continued to swell and rise, the angry red tip pointing right at the apex of your open thighs.

You licked your lips at the sight of the shiny bead of precum already dripping from his slit and Namjoon tips his head up a bit as he stroked himself slowly with his eyes on you.

"Hey.." his voice was raspy and coated witj dominance, making your eyes snap up to his face obediently. You blanched at his expression, his jaw clenching lightly and his eyebrow arching. Namjoon tips his head to the side, gesturing towards the open bathroom door several feet away from the bed.

"Get up....Get naked.." he continued, still stroking himself as he watched you.

Once again, he didnt have to tell you twice.

You hopped up and immediately tore the oversized tshirt from your body, already completely naked underneath. Namjoon lifts his other hand and crooks his finger to summon you to the edge of the bed. You went to him immediately and sat back on your knees, letting your gaze climb up his tall frame.

Namjoon reaches for your face with the hand he called you over with, using the same finger to lift your chin so that he could look you in the eye.

He nods towards the bathroom again and smirks down at you with a heated stare.

"Shower with me...Im not done with you yet."

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breezybangtanbebe · 7 months ago

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3D: JJK💋 Part 3

A/N: Jungkook is in a closed triad with Janelle, the bubbly brown skinned bookworm with alluring eyes and luscious hips, and Katya , the semi alt bartending vixen with copper toned curls and a silver tongue.

Tags: Jungkook AMBW fic with original characters. Sex, raw and protected. Masturbation. Oral (female and male receiving) Threesome. PMS pampering .Some girl on girl, fluff and mild plot because theyre lovers after all 😌

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After stewing in the tub until the water was cold and her fingers were wrinkled, Janelle emerged from the bathroom on heavy feet and trudged to her room wrapped in a big fluffy towel.

Times like this, she was grateful to have her room and the privacy to PMS in peace. To sleep naked and air dry without any disturbances.

It wasn't much, four walls packed from corner to corner with most of her belongings. A lot of which Jungkook begrudgingly helped her bring up the stairs to their 5-floor unit when the elevator was too crowded.

Since Kat joined them, upgrading from their one-bedroom to a three-bedroom didn't seem like the best option economically at first thought.

Jungkook was a freelance tattoo artist, occasionally working security with Taehyung to make ends meet.

Janelle was a student between majors, part-time in a department store when she wasn't studying. To save on tuition, Jungkook moved her in and the two lived happily together once he allowed her to organize and give the space some livability and style.

Things were still tight but they were happy.

And then Kat entered the chat.

She had an apartment that was a train ride away, with a roommate that seemed pleasant upon first impression. But something about her inconsiderate company, the way she left dirty dishes in the sink for days that she only cleaned when said company was over, and the consistent ring left around the bathtub when she was done bathing that Kat just couldn't tolerate any longer.

So when things started between the three of them, she spent the majority of her days and nights with them. Mostly with Janelle since Jungkook would be working late at times.

Janelle and Jungkook had a system that Kat appreciated. Both of them cooked and cleaned, and their apartment always smelled good, a mix of marijuana and incense that she found comforting. For a while, Kat's stuff started accumulating in their storage.

Her clothes.

Her shoes.

Her makeup.

After some months of hopping between hers and theirs, it just made sense for her to live with them permanently.

She surprisingly made a lot from bartending, and could easily cover her part of the rent split three ways if they upgraded. So after a few months of looking and waiting, they found a bigger apartment in the same complex.

Sleeping arrangements were fluid, Janelle usually being the one to float between snuggling under Jungkook's big hard body or big spooning in Kat's bed because she knew Kat liked being cuddled as much as she did.

Even when she acted like she didn't.

And then there were those nights when the three of them piled up on the couches with Janelle sandwiched between her partners, letting the TV watch them until someone started snoring.

Usually Jungkook.

It was a happy little life they shared.

But as stated before, Janelle was still grateful for her bed in times like this. When the silence in her room could allow her mind to drift past her discomfort, her body sank deeper into her Downy-scented sheets and blankets.

Flashbacks of several hours ago replayed in her dreams, the detailed recall of Jungkook's scowl of focus trained on the arch in Kat's back rolling in a hazy slow motion.

The sweat dripped down his chest and over his abs.

The dents of his tight grip on Kat's waist.

The ripples of her backside bounced back and forth on her boyfriend's length as she released a moan of release.

The sound of his name in her voice and rumble of curses in his.

All so erotic and enchanting.

And arousing.

Janelle stands in witness of it all, this time not aggravated by the heat or the ache in her womb. But in awe of them.

In envy of them.

The look in both of their eyes when they noticed Janelle watching them was as lust drunk as they were, and Janelle smirked before she fully entered the room.

Shutting the door behind her...

It wasn't until she heard a random alarm on her phone going off that she realized she'd fallen asleep. Sweat coated her skin in a dewy sheen when she came to, reminding her that she hadn't put anything on after her bath.

Gone was the lustful haze clouding her vision, and back was the canopy of fairy lights warmly illuminating her bedroom. The scent of sex is replaced by her candle warmer and the gruff sounds of Jungkook's and Kat's moans are replaced by her panted breaths.

But one thing that did remain, however, was the slickness gathering between her thighs.

A slickness that in her slumber, her fingers explored and submerged themselves in between her lips.

Janelle's brain takes a few seconds to register what is happening, and she abruptly pulls her hand up from her sex to inspect her hand. She sighs in relief to find her index and middle fingers coated in a clear sheen of arousal before tucking her hand back between her legs.

She sighs again, staring at the ceiling before looking towards the door.

There wasn't much noise in the apartment from what she could hear, so she didn't quite know whether she was alone or not. From their conversation earlier, Janelle still half expected Kat and Jungkook to either be gone or getting ready to go to the show.

A hint of sadness washed over her at the thought despite her encouraging it, but it quickly stowed at the unsubtle reminder of her dream.

Spreading her legs wider beneath the covers, Janelle's brow crinkled as she pressed her slippery fingertips against her clit, rubbing over one side of it slowly until she shivered.

Coasting over her bud, her core tightened like a coil and relaxed with a shuddered sigh at how sensitive she was. Over and over her fingers teased until she felt herself on the brink, and she summoned the memory of Jungkook stuffed deeply inside of Kat to push her over the edge.

Janelle lets out a strained moan and her back arches off the bed, her two fingers going still over her clit to allow the full force of her orgasm to take hold of her.

Her walls pulsed needily, thickening the layer of nectar pooling from her entrance as she finally relaxed.

But as she rubbed over herself soothingly, Janelle realized quickly that she needed more.

It wasn't odd for her to be this insatiable at the height of fertility. Everything was sensitive. Her emotions. Her senses. Her body.

Horniness typically came with the pain of the syndrome and Jungkook, being the doting kind of boyfriend he was, figured out rather quickly how to handle his girl during this time of the month.

Speaking of.

"Baby? You awake?"

His muffled voice full of concern through her door was preceded by a couple of light taps against it with his knuckle. Janelle's eyes widen a little, blinking away the tears from her intense release before clearing her throat.

"Y...Yeah. Come in..." she rasps, pulling the blanket up to cover her nudity as if Jungkook hadn't seen her naked a billion times already.

The hinges squeak and he lingers in her doorway after opening it, tilting his head with an empathetic pout on his lips.

"Are you alive?" he smirks, lifting a brow.

Janelle responded to him with a weak smile and nod, giving his height a full upward appraisal as he stepped into her room and towards her bed.

He's dressed in a faded black graphic tee that hugged his biceps at the sleeves, similar to the way his ripped jeans clung to his quads. The single silver chain at his neck dangled as he leaned down to press his lips against Janelle's forehead, squatting beside her bed right after.

"Well, you look pitiful.." he chuckles, brushing stray hairs from her face. His touch did more to her than it usually did, on top of his scent and the warmth of his proximity, and Janelle found herself whimpering softly when he pulled his hand away.

"I feel pitiful. And you smell really good...Getting ready for the show?" her sad eyes lift to lock with his and Jungkook gazes down at her as if she were the most precious being to ever exist.

Biting his lip ring, he shakes his head.

"Naw. No show tonight. Tae already sold the tickets."

Janelle furrows her brow.

"What? Why?" she asks. His eyes go back to all the stubborn flyaways framing Janelle's face, most of them reverting to their natural state from her sweat and steamy bath earlier. He smooths them under his hand affectionately with a nonchalant shrug.

"Because I told him he could. There will be other shows to catch when all three of us can go. Otherwise, what would be the point? And don't even try to argue. Kat agrees. She wasn't trying to leave you here either.." he smirks at the combative look forming on her face. It fades immediately at the definitiveness of his response, and her bottom lip pokes out sourly.

"I told y'all it was ok though. You didn't have to do that. Now I feel bad..." she whines. Jungkook sighs before leaning back in to peck her trembling lips a few times to shut her up. He stills his kiss to run the tip of his nose over hers.

"Hush," he affirms with his lips still close enough for her to feel his smile.

"Now why the hell would I choose spending my night with a bunch of drunk ass metal heads in a dark smokey ass room too small for the people in it, when I could be here with you? Hmm?"

He punctuates the question with another peck against her lips, humming softly before putting just enough space between them to see her face fully.

"Plus Kat's a pain in the ass when she's drunk and there's no way in hell I was gonna deal with that shit alone. So boom. You're stuck with us."

Janelle giggles at the truth in his statement. For someone who worked at a bar and dealt out hundreds of shots a night, Kat was the LAST person you wanted to fool with when she was drunk.

A story for another time.

"You're right. Silly me.." Janelle wrinkles her nose, only adding to the cuteness Jungkook admired quietly. He leans up after a beat, seating himself on the edge of the bed and facing her. He thoughtlessly rested his hand on the curve of her hips cloaked by her blanket as he sighed.

"No shit. Anyway...I came in here to let you know that I was about to hit up 7-Eleven. Anything special you want or need?" He tilts his head with interest, his large hand stroking over the fuzz draping her curves.

Janelle thought about it for a few seconds, a plethora of things coming to mind that she was sure to want from her favorite convenience stop. But with the taste of her man still fresh on her lips and the memory of his shallow breathing warming them, her thoughts were clouded.

More like a debilitating fog in Jungkook's case. His face, his voice, his smell, his taste, and his touch were all-consuming.

Even now, his fingers spread over the roundness of her ass and come suspiciously close to the slit leading straight to her sex, a part of her that would be screaming his name if it could speak.

No, there was no way she could think of anything she wanted beyond him right now.

She pondered silently as her thoughts jumbled, all while Jungkook watched her warily with mild concern and amusement.

"Is it that hard of a question?" He chuckles and Janelle joins him in a bashful giggle of her own.

"No." She shakes her head.

"I just can't think of anything when I want so many things right now.." she looks away shyly. She reaches

Jungkook inches closer to the bed, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip as he hooded his gaze on her.

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Kisses? Please?.." Janelle whispers against his idled lips with begging eyes locked on his sultry gaze. She pulls her hand from under the blanket to curl around the side of his neck to emphasize her need, pulling herself up to meet him where he was.

Jungkook lets a little growl vibrate between them before going back in to part her lips with his slowly. Janelle moaned softly when his tongue teased hers, compelling her to lean up more to secure her cling to him.

This causes the fuzzy throw blanket to fall from her chest, exposing her nudity to the cool air around them. Jungkook doesn't seem to notice until his hand slides over her ticklish ribs though.

He pulls back in slight surprise at the feel of her smooth skin under his fingers, leaving Janelle chasing his lips.

"Nell..Where yo clothes at?" He breathes, skimming his touch over her side. His thumb brushes the underside of her boob just barely, but it's enough to make her nipples harden under his watchful eye.

A blush floods through her entire body at the way she felt him tracing her curves, and she allows him to discard the blanket completely for further confirmation.

His brows shoot up immediately.

"Oh damn. You naked naked. I at least expected panties.." he chuckles, his hand going to run over her thick thighs.

"It's too hot for panties. I'm all achy and sensitive. You know how I get.." she tries to defend her scarceness pointlessly, making Jungkook's curiosity and mischief mount.

"Mmhmm.." he dismisses her as his hand travels to the dip between her knees.

Her legs remained pressed together as if she were afraid of him to see how much of a mess she already was. She should have known better than to do that though.

With little effort, Jungkook pushes her knees apart, exposing her most private parts to him hopelessly.

His brows lift unsubtly at the way Janelle's pussy bloomed the prettiest shade of pink he'd ever seen. Her clit peaked between her lips, still shiny and swollen, while the rest of her sex glistened in the warmly lit room.

Not that he was surprised by it. After being with her for a while, he had never experienced a woman being so excitable near her time of the month. He wasn't at all squeamish and didn't mind running a red light now and then if she was comfortable with it. But it was the week before that he loved because she was always outrageously wet and sensitive. It drove him insane.

Thoughtfully, he glances down at his attire before shooting up and away from the bed.

She hears him call for Kat from her doorway and Kat responds loudly from across the apartment.

"Kat!"

Some time ago...

"Kat?"

Janelle stares at herself in uncertainty in the mirror in the bathroom, scrutinizing herself harshly in her mind.

She takes a few steps back to get a full-body view, turning to the side and sucking in uselessly before exhaling loudly and turning back up to the mirror.

"Kat!?" Janelle's voice breaks when she yells this time.

A few seconds after passing the doorway, Kat backtracks and pokes her head in curiously at the sound of Janelle calling to her with lifted brows.

"What, what happened?..... Oooooh sexy mama..." She grins, immediately distracted by the way the low-cut white latex dress conformed to Janelle's curves.

Tonight was the New Year's Eve party, hosted by one of Jungkook's friends on the rooftop of some 5-star hotel uptown. The theme was 'Brand New', calling for all-white attire.

Kat's general disgust was felt at such news, seeing as how white was one of the hues she'd worn the least in her lifetime. But that didn't stop her from tossing together a sexy little ensemble that still showed her edgy side.

She's in her short white body con wrap dress with the sides cut to reveal most of her slender torso. Kat was more on the slimmer side so dresses that showed more always felt less forgiving on Janelle, in her opinion.

Even now in her dress, she felt overly aware of how the little bulge of her lower tummy seemed more noticeable, as well as how wide her hips were.

Janelle accepts Kat's praise with an impish smile that falters the moment she notes how flawless Kat's makeup looks. Her smokey eyes and dark lips, offsetting her bright hair had her looking like a sexy vampire. Totally on theme while remaining on brand for Kat. She looked gorgeous and for the first time since Kat had moved in, Janelle felt oddly intimidated by it.

"Ugh look at you...I suck so much at this "Bad Bitch" stuff.." she huffs. She returns her attention to her reflection and grimaces in dissatisfaction at her makeup. Which by anyone else's standards looked just as good as Kat's but let her hormones tell, she was a potato.

Kat frowns at her expression.

"Um...what?" she chuckles, stepping into the bathroom.

She stops behind Janelle and observes her reflection with her over her shoulder. From what she could see, what Janelle said was far from the truth. Her makeup was perfectly done as it always was. Her skin had an airbrushed finish, highlights, and contours blended seamlessly. Her lips were plump and nude.

"Janelle, what the fuck are you talking about?." Kat snarls and Janelle huffs pitifully.

"I don't know. I'm just not feeling it at all. When I bought this dress, it fit me way differently. Now I feel like I'm busting out of it and nothing else looks right either."

Apart from her disproval of her how her dress fit, and her makeup, Janelle couldn't seem to figure out what she wanted to so with her hair.

She'd blown it out and straightened it the night before and she'd just unwrapped it. Middle part? Side part? Up-do? Half up, half down? Beach waves or bone straight?

She lacked the vision and motivation to obtain one since nothing else about her look seemed to come together the way she imagined it. Kat stood by, listening to Janelle degrade her looks for only a few more seconds before cutting her off.

"Alright. Enough of that. You sound crazy." Kat dismisses her with a shake of her head. She abruptly steps around and grabs Janelle by the shoulders so that she's facing her head.

She assessed Janelle's makeup for herself, deeming it flawless before inspecting her hair.

Her eyes go up and focus on her finger combing through the front of her head to find the natural flow and fall of her delicately cut layers until she's satisfied.

"There..just let it flow like this. Natural and pretty.." Kat comments distractedly as she brushes a stray strand of hair from Janelle's face without disturbing her perfectly shaped eyebrows and the style she'd just created.

As she did, Janelle's gaze fell to her lips. Kat's complexion always reminded me of a caramel macchiato after twirling her straw around a few times. And the cinnamon freckles dotting her face were just visible beneath her foundation, intentional.

But her lips were lined and filled perfectly with MAC Ximal's deep maroon shade that reminded her of a Rubicon Spray rose in full bloom.

"Why are you so pretty Kat?" Janelle asks in a small voice, sounding as if she were on the brink of tears. Kat's expression hardened at the tremble in Janelle's tone.

"I ingest the souls of my enemies. Oh and sunscreen. What's your secret?" she deadpans, going back to playing in Janelle's hair as she laughs.

"Hmmph...maybe I should give that a try." her laughter tapers as she turns her head to examine her reflection. Before she can say anything negative, Kat nudges her cheek to bring her attention back to her.

"Don't start that. Now what's going on with you? How do you not know how fucking beautiful you are Belly?"

"Belly?" Janelle scrunches her nose at the new nickname in amusement. Kat nods.

"Yeah. Short for Jelly Belly. I've been calling you that in my head for months, it just finally slipped out." she shrugs, and Janelle's head tips back as she lets out another round of laughter.

"Oh? Because I'm chubby?" she jokes but Kat doesn't join her laughing. It wasn't a secret to anyone that Janelle was feeling a bit fuller than usual tonight, PMS bloating being the culprit. But no one minded it as much as she did.

And damn sure had nothing to do with the pet name, even though it ironically sounds like it did.

"No...jelly beans are just one of my favorite candies. And you are undoubtedly one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Your vibe, your face, your body is perfect to me.."

"So I remind you of a jelly bean?" Janelle could not help but laugh, picturing the curved round stubby little morsel of sugar in her mind.

"More or less. It was the first thing I thought of when I saw you for the first time. You were dressed so bright and bubbly, I said to myself 'This girl is way too sweet looking for a place like this...' "

"Funny...I thought the same thing when I saw you." Janelle perks her brow, bravely reaching for Kat's slim waist and reciprocating the possessive hold she had on her. Kat's mouth forms a grim line of disagreement.

"Yeah yeah...Anyway.Stop calling yourself fat. It's annoying. Id die for a body like yours." she pouts, stroking Janelle's curves appreciatively over the slick material of her dress.

"And I'd rather have yours. You look so good in whatever you wear, Kat. Meanwhile how I look depends on whether my uterus hates me for not being pregnant." Janelle mirths.

Kat laughs at that, relating to her pain all too well. Although since having her IUD, she hadn't experienced the same pain and discomfort that came with womanhood in a while, she still empathized.

It might have been true that what she felt wasn't all in her head and the way her white dress hugged her every curve didn't ease her insecurity. But as far as Janelle's body looking any less perfect to her, she disagreed wholeheartedly.

"Are you kidding? Janelle, your body proportions are perfect. Dead serious. This ass? You know how many people stop to watch you walk by out in public? I do it here and I know Jungkook does. Hell, whenever I see you walking around in those Tweetie Bird shorts, I just wanna stop you, bend you over bite it. It makes sense why Jungkook can't keep his hands off you."

Janelle starts to deny Kat's claims but remains silent when the ginger's eyes fall to the heavy globes filling the designated cups of latex in her bosom.

Kat's hands lift slowly from her waist, cupping the shape of her breasts tenderly.

"Or these..." her thumbs coast over Janelle's responsive nipples, and they harden on contact right before her eyes.

"They're so fucking pretty, I just wanna hold them in my mouth until you melt..." she mouths distractedly, still rubbing over Janelle's nipples in a mini trance. Janelle watched her hands work, squeezing her tits until she couldn't hold back her little restrained moan anymore. Among other parts of her changing body during this time, Janelle's nipples were at their most sensitive now.

Kat releases her at the sound, her bold hands returning to hold Janelle's waist. She shakes her head sheepishly.

"Sorry...that was kinda gay.." she jokes as if everyone didn't already know how 'gay' Kat was. So gay in fact that the index and middle digits on her dominant hand were always the only nails she kept short whenever she got them done.

Janelle noticed that immediately.🌚

"It's ok.." Janelle rasps, clearing her throat and they both share a laugh that fades out the moment they lock eyes again. Janelle is first to look away shyly, shaking off her emotions and releasing them with a sigh.

"Thank you...no one has ever said anything like that to me before." she lifts her eyes slowly, meeting Kat's incredulous expression.

"I doubt that. Your mans over here says all kinds of nasty stuff to you, I'm sure."

"Yeah but..it's different with you. Men will say anything for a chance to get a woman's pants. Jungkook doesn't have to sweet talk me but he knows what it'll get him if he does. But you...I can tell you mean that."

Janelle didn't consider herself a lesbian or bisexual early on.

Never had been and never desired to be one when being with men felt like enough. Sure, she found women attractive, often finding herself staring at the ones she found most captivating. But never did she think of herself as a woman that was into women.

Until she saw Katya.

Spotting her working the bar with such skill and confidence, dancing freely with other bartenders, and flirting with patrons, there were things about the slightly androgynous personality with soft feminine facial features that made her the exception.

Still stroking Janelle's temple affectionately, Kat smirks.

"Hmm...and can you tell how much I wanna kiss you right now?" The tip of her tongue peaks and curls out the side of her mouth salaciously, tilting her head with interest.

"What's stopping you?" Janelle breathes after a beat, her lips remaining parted in anticipation of Kat's next move.

Leaning in, Kat's dark lips press over Janelle's nude and glossy pout, both of them sighing in tandem.

Kat sucks on the fattest lip softly, staining Janelle with her lipstick before opening her up to explore her with her tongue. Janelle's lashes fluttered at the way Janelle made her feel dominated in the way kissed her, parting her lips wider for her to deepen her dive. Kat slides a hand over Janelle's neck and locks her in place, making Janelle moan softly against her.

The two stood there for what felt like a while, kissing and exploring each other's curves with tentative touches, tuning out anything that wasn't between them. Even the heavy sounds of footsteps echoing in the hallway.

"Hey, Yall almost ready?...Whoa..." Jungkook pauses mid-step in the open bathroom doorway, unbuttoning the cuff of his crisp white denim jacket's sleeve.

Jungkook's take on the theme was very true to his nature. He wore an all-white Calvin Klein set, jacket, and jeans, with a loosely tucked white v-neck. His silver chain and rings accent the outfit with a pop of glitz that's offset by his overall monochromatic aesthetic. Simple and sexy.

But damn all of that. He just walked in on two fine-ass women tongue-kissing in his bathroom.

Kat pulled away from Janelle's lips to turn around, leaving her kissing partner's head spinning and eyes fluttering as she came back to earth. Noting Jungkook's astounded expression, Kat smirks devilishly. She licks her lips before shooting Janelle a glance.

"What was that Kook?" she asks him, knowing full and well, she'd heard him.

Jungkook blinked distractedly, replaying the image of bliss and pleasure on Janelle's face when Kat licked passionately at her mouth. Blood rushes in his veins excitedly, most of it gathering just below the elastic of his CK boxer briefs, pulsing in time with his heart.

"I..was just asking if you two were..ready," he responds, smirking at his pause when Janelle blushed behind Kat, looking away guiltily.

"Yeah, almost. Was just helping Nell with her makeup..." she says smoothly, cheekily turning back to Janelle to make her blush even harder.

"Why? Did you need something?" she tosses back to him, insinuating that he was interrupting.

"Nope." He shakes his head, not making any moves to leave. Seeming as if they were now at a standstill, Kat turned to him, her shoulders squared as she folded her arms over her chest.

"Ok..well?.." she trails off, her eyes pointing beyond where Jungkook was standing, a challenge clear in her frisky glare.

Jungkook's brows go up again and the corners of his mouth droop as if he were genuinely impressed by her bold attempt at dismissing him.

Janelle wasn't far off when she said he and Kat were just alike. While they got along well enough over the past few weeks of her living with them, Jungkook did notice that when it came to Janelle...

They had a bit of a territorial streak he knew they would need to work out.

He wasn't invasive nor was he a creep, but he did start to understand the appeal of seeing his partner being loved on by someone else.

Someone he didn't have to compete with.

Someone who was beginning to be as frustratingly attractive the longer she was around.

But one thing Kat wasn't about to do, no matter how sexy she looked with Janelle, was run him off in his own apartment.

"Well... no need to rush perfection. Carry on.." he states, propping his shoulder against the door frame with his thumbs tucked in his pockets, getting cozy and showing he had no intention of leaving them to it. Kat smirked at his stubbornness, finding it more amusing than anything as she scoffed.

"Anyway...how long till the car pulls up?" she asks and Jungkook lifts his wrist to examine his watch.

"Uhhh...less than an hour."

Kats nods in understanding, turning back to Janelle.

"Alright...You got it from here or you still need my help?" she asks, knowing she implied more than just aiding Janelle in getting ready for the night.

"I...I think I got it." she stammered with a shy smile, having its usual effect on Kat as she nodded again.

"K...well, you know where to find me." she winks, patting Janelle's booty before turning away.

When facing Jungkook, Kat looks him up and down before giving him a muted look of disgust that makes him grin.

"You look nice.." he complimented her as she squeezed past him.

"Shut up." She poked Jungkook's side with her pointy nail as she passed, making him cough and clutch his rib protectively, sticking his tongue out at her back childishly.

Janelle chuckles breathily and rolls her eyes.

"Yall should just bang and it over with. Put me out of my misery..." she smirks and Jungkook wrinkles his nose.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Mmmhmm...Ok, what do you think?" she does a little spin for him, masking her former insecurities well enough for the question to just sound like a question. When she stops, she's back facing the mirror, that look of uncertainty still in her eyes.

Jungkook regards her softly for a moment before approaching slowly, appraising her from head to toe with his lip tucked between his teeth. He joins her at the mirror, stooping to rest his chin on her shoulder and wrap his arms around her waist from behind.

His hand widens over her belly, stroking the little pudge affectionately as he locks eyes with her reflection.

"I think you're perfectly gorgeous. Like always. This dress is sexy on you..." he remarks, kissing her shoulder.

"Really?" Janelle lights up at his compliment and he nods.

"Mmhmm..You look sexy in white." he looks up at her suggestively, pressing himself against her plump ass for emphasis.

His hands were sneaky at first but the unsubtle feeling of him rolling up her dress just enough for him to be able to cup her sex with his fingers stroking the seam of her lips through her panties.

She was wet and it was evident in the way her panties barely shielded her from the friction Jungkook's steady hand caused. Janelle's back melts against Jungkook's chest, her head falling against his shoulder as she gasped.

"Do you feel sexy?" he murmurs, kissing her shoulder again. His fingers continued to rub her mound, focusing on the little hill of her clit that was hardening and beginning to poke through the seam of her lips. Janelle shook when he rubbed her harder, a whispered 'yes' coming out in a soft moan that only Jungkook could hear.

He smirks, nosing through her hair until he's able to plant a kiss on her neck. He tucks her straightened tresses behind her ear carefully to gain better access to her skin, suckling and nibbling until the evidence was just barely visible if anyone looks hard enough.

Soon after, his mischievous hand abandons its tease to begin fixing her dress. The latex-like material rolls back down her thighs with a little 'snap' of confirmation.

"Good. Hold on to that feeling. I'll take care of you when we get back home.." Jungkook straightens up, placing a careful kiss to her temple before leaving her standing at the mirror with her core clenching and sexually, keyed up from the way both he and Kat had just handled her.

Like putty.

Janelle exhales, shaking off the arousal and regaining her focus on finishing getting ready. She scans the counter littered with makeup products and the flat iron that was still warm from styling her hair. She then looks back at herself in the mirror with keen eyes.

Despite being flustered by Kat's intervention and Jungkook's gentle teasing, her makeup and hair were well intact.

Well, apart from that dark rouge tint blending with her nude-toned lips, and the way Jungkook had tucked her hair behind her ear to expose the faint love bite he'd left her. Flaunting the marks of both of her dates tonight would dispel any insecurities she felt several minutes before. It made her feel sexier than ever feeling so claimed and desired by both of them.

As if they'd done what they did on purpose, a collaborative effort to make sure she felt just as good as she looked.

If so, they worked well together.

Back to the present...

"KAT!"

"WHAT?!"

"C'mere!" He yells, still leaning out of Janelle's bedroom doorway. Cool air from the hall seeped into the room, pricking her skin with goosebumps. She pulled the blanket back up to cover herself, blinking curiously with a frown as she watched Jungkook.

Seconds later, Kat appeared in front of Jungkook, dressed in only a beige Nike sports bra and black sweats rolled up at the waist. Her wild mane of fire sat on top of her head in a messy ponytail, her glare fixed on Jungkook.

"What?" She huffs again, visibly irritated and Jungkook leans in to whisper something to her. She looks to Jungkook warily but doesn't stop him from speaking. Janelle's brow crinkled at them.

Gradually, Kat's scowl fades the longer Jungkook's mouth moves at her ear and her eyes go to Janelle midway.

Then she smirks.

Not just a normal smirk either. There was a hunger in her expression that sent a frenzy of excitement to bloom between Janelle's thighs just from the way Kat's gaze scanned her lounging body shielded by her blanket.

Kat's bottom lip tucks between her teeth when Jungkook pulls away from her. He gives her a knowing look with lifted brows.

"You got it?" he says and Kat looks to him reluctantly, nodding and nudging him on the shoulder.

"Yeah, I got it."

"You sure?" Jungkook doesn't budge, being the brick wall he was, and Kat sighs.

"Yes! Would you just go? I got it.." she tips her chin to point over his, emphasizing his dismissal with another shove at his shoulder and muscular arm. At her eagerness for him to leave, Jungkook chuckles. Shaking his head, he glances back at Janelle.

"I'll be back baby. Text me if you think of something."

"Ok," Janelle responds softly, still tucked shyly below her blanket with longing eyes that move from him to Kat slowly.

Jungkook leaves them alone, the jingling of his keys fading to nothing as the front door shutting sealed the women in their apartment.

Kat approaches Janelle's bedside, taking Jungkook's place by squatting at the head of her bed. She reaches out to cup Janelle's cheek, rubbing her bottom lip with the pad of her thumb.

"Hey Belly..." Kat all but whispers, her sexy rasp pulling all of Janelle's attention to her touch.

"Hey.." she sighs and Kat smiles softly.

Her hand moves to remove the elastic band from Janelle's hair gently, pulling it until her dark brown waves fanned out over her pink satin-covered pillow.

"Your hair is curling back up." Kat remarks observantly, brushing her fingertips over Janelle's hairline.

"I know...I was sweating too much today." Janelle whines and Kat shakes her head.

"I don't know why you bother straightening it in the summer. You should just wear it curly," she says, running her fingers through her hair, her nails gently detangling the curly and straight strands as she spoke.

"Your hair is so thick and healthy. A break from the heat wouldn't hurt at all.."

"Mmhmm.." Janelle hummed, relishing in her girlfriend's touch. It differs greatly from Jungkook in ways she couldn't explain, but it affected her the same.

Janelle sighed as she got lost in Kat's doting touch, leaning into her hand while she played in her hair.

She wondered vaguely what Jungkook said to her before he left but her mind was too jumbled by hormones to ask. She whimpers at the soothing feeling of Kat's fingernails scraping her scalp, her eyelids drooping.

"Kook says you're still hurting pretty bad..." Kat's sultry rasp strummed in Janelle's ears like a Spanish guitar. She nods wordlessly, her brows inverting into a pitiful expression as she opens her eyes. Kat's gaze warmed over her, her lips pouting.

"Want me to make it better?" She asks, despite having received clear instructions from Jungkook on how to take care of their girl.

Her other hand curls over the dip of Janelle's waist, gently tugging at the blanket covering her upper body. Janelle gasped as she is slowly revealed to Kat, whose eyes glazed over with lust the moment they made contact with her skin.

Janelle laid on her back with her hands resting over her breasts, thoughtlessly playing with her nipples as Kat scanned her body.

"How.." Janelle begins but her question halts the second Kat scoots closer to her on the bed, leaning over her. She licks her lips, her attention falling to Janelle's dainty fingers toying with her stiffening peaks.

"Kook told me he used to help you when you were in pain like this all the time." she exhales, one of her hands wrapping around Janelle's wrist to pull it away from her chest. Kat pins it to the mattress.

"He did...but you don't have t.." Janelle stammers, going silent at the sudden press of Kat's lips against hers.

"Hmm? What did he use to do?" She asks uselessly against her lips, eliciting a soft moan from Janelle. The sheets and blankets rustled as she pressed her thighs together, a helpless attempt at easing the ache growing between them.

Kat noticed and knew full and well what the doting boyfriend she'd witnessed him being numerous would do in this situation. His words from a minute ago were clear.

Do whatever you gotta do.

Just make her cum..

She'd be lying in saying the way the words sounded coming from his growl of a whisper didn't make her walls clench. But she'd ignore it in favor of making Janelle feel good. She only asked her because she liked the way Janelle would stammer when asked to talk dirty.

She was so shy sometimes, it was adorable. Kat hummed questioningly to remind Janelle to respond by licking over her tongue.

"He...he would just take care of me." Janelle mouths.

"You know, massage my back...Rub my legs...Touch me..and stuff.."

Janelle's voice faded as a sudden shyness took hold, but that didn't stop her hand from clenching into a fist, her other squeezing her nipple hard until she gasped.

If she could, she'd be touching herself as she was before, less to answer the question and more to quell the simmering need for stimulation between her legs. Obeying her body, Janelle pulls her trapped wrist from Kat's hold to push it beneath the blanket to cup her pussy. She leans up slightly and sighs in relief at her touch, pressing her fingers against her clit.

With a whine and a bite of her lip, Janelle told her attentive girlfriend all she needed to know.

Pulling away, Kat's gaze falls to where Janelle's hand disappeared under the blanket, lifting her brows slowly in intrigue.

With her tongue poking at the corner of her mouth, Kat looks back up at Janelle's flustered and lustful expression with a smirk.

"Lay back." she chuckles, nodding towards the head of Janelle's bed. She reluctantly obeys, too weak and needy to protest as Kat climbs on to join her. She straddles Janelle's waist, hovering over her to block out the brightness of the fairy lights dangling above them.

The blanket is pulled away completely from Janelle's body, confirming what Jungkook mentioned before leaving them, and her eyes darken.

Unlike her petite and lithe body with just enough curves to be appreciated, Janelle's body type was a little further right on the scale. Full breasts that sagged gorgeously from the gravity of laying back, with the prettiest sand dollar-sized cocoa brown areoles Kat had ever seen.

Her curves were artistic, sloping from her ribcage and bowing out to wide enviable hips that she knew Jungkook loved to hold. Hell, so did she. And her skin was always smooth and supple, even after going pruney in the tub.

"Have your tits always been this big or am I trippn?" Kat thinks aloud with her attention on Janelle's heaving chest. The question catches her off guard and Janelle drops her chin to inspect herself as if she didn't have these boobs for the better half of her life.

Kat's hand slides over Janelle's skin until she's cupping the brown globe in the curve of her palm, watching it jiggle slightly with satisfaction.

"Awww they're so swollen baby. I never noticed them getting like that before.." she adds and the comment alone had Janelle's nipples hardening under her fixed gaze.

"It's ok if I touch you right? I know I'm not Jungkook but I think I can help you feel better the way he did if you'd let me.."

Janelle scoffs in amusement at her words.

"Girlfriends ask their girlfriends if they can touch them?" She jokes and Kat shrugs.

"Good girlfriends do. Plus I want you to be comfortable. We've never done anything like this before. At least not without Jungkook."

Janelle thought about it, considering how she felt about Kat amidst their unique relationship.

To the grand majority of folks on the outside looking in, the idea of two women sharing a man was preposterous. Many stated that the only person benefiting from it of the three was Jungkook, but that was so far from the truth.

Janelle didn't feel like she was sharing Jungkook with Kat. If anything, she was the one being shared, more so that they had equal claims to each other in different ways. Some sexual. Some emotional. But all consensual and understood clearly.

Her relationship with Kat was no exception.

She was attracted to her physically from the moment she saw her creamy tawny complexion freckled with cinnamon all over.

Her favorite drink...

She was bold and feisty despite her size and Janelle felt safe with her. She was as much a lover as she was a friend, making it easier for her to accept her into her heart and relationship.

She had feelings for Kat in the way she loved Jungkook, which was what made their dynamic work.

But with all of that being said, they'd never had sex exclusively.

Ever.

Kissing, touching, and watching the other get railed by their boyfriend aside.

Kat awaited Janelle's response, keeping her hands above the blanket patiently.

"Of course it's ok. Touch me..please.. " she rushed to say all needy and breathless.

Kat smirks at the sound before running her hand back down to Janelle's open thighs, joining her hand. Janelle moves it and her mouth gapes slowly in reaction to Kat's fingers dipping inside of her, collecting her arousal to rub over her clit.

Janelle tenses and relaxes on contact, arching up from the mattress slightly.

"Ughhh yes.." she shudders. Kat's smirk widens to a grin as she rubbed her fingers over Janelle's stiffening clit. She strums over it with increased pressure and speed that has Janelle panting and moaning as if she were already close to cumming.

She gets extra sensitive before her period starts. Extra wet. Extra horny.

It'll be easy...

Jungkook's voice chimed in Kat's mind. He wasn't lying. Janelle was on the brink of coming undone and Kat had barely done anything to her. Her moans compelled Kat to move down her body, inching closer to the apex of her thighs to get into a sniper position between her legs.

Janelle propped up on her elbows and swallowed heavily as she watched Kat get into the intimate position. Kat could detect Janelle tensing slightly, and she glanced up from her shadowed folds to lock eyes with her.

"Calm down Belly, I got you.." She soothed as her mouth brushed against Janelle's vulva.

Kat's tongue glances over her lips, eyes up and fixed on the way Janelle's jaw slowly slackens. She expected her to taste as sweet as the nickname she'd given her. More than likely due to her hormones, the slick glossing Janelle's folds pulled and dangled from Kat's tongue when she pulled away for a look.

Janelle's petals were just as pretty, blooming the more Kat spread them. Her eyes fell shut as she focused on her taste lingering on her taste buds.

She goes in again, licking her deeper to part her and taste the arousal gathering at her entrance. Janelle watches closely with her hooded gaze fixed on the way Kat's peachy pink pierced tongue disappeared and reappeared between her swollen lips.

When the ball of the tongue ring presses against her clit, Janelle gasps and bites her lip. Kat's eyes opened and returned to her face, but she never paused. She never stops.

One thing about Kat, she knew her way around a pussy. Considering she had one herself, of course, as well as her past experiences with being intimate with women.

Her tongue is wet and fast-moving over Janelle's sensitive bud, rosy pink and swollen from the intense arousal. Every flick felt electrifying and it wasn't very long from the moment she began licking her pussy that Janelle was gasping sharply at the explosion of release.

Her back arched from bed and her legs trembled over Kat's shoulders, her voice frayed and breathy as she came down.

Feeling her relax, Kat's relentless tongue slows to a soothing flat lick up and down Janelle's sex, tasting her cum and easing the delicious taper of her orgasm.

Jungkook was right. That didn't take long at all, and while Kat could have just chalked that up to her skill, she knew it had more to do with how sensitive Janelle already was.

"Good?" She mouths, her eyes on Janelle's drunken expression. Her girlfriend merely nods, her eyelids drooping from deepening fatigue.

"So good...my god.." she sighs weakly, blinking slowly.

Kat's ego swelled with pride at her words, her gaze dropping to Janelle's glistening pussy with another question popping up in her brain.

"Jungkook ever make you cum that fast?" She teased, leaning in to plant a soft wet kiss against Janelle's clit. When Kat's lips latched onto it softly, Janelle's left keg twitched.

"Ah!.. I'm not telling...you for his pride's sake.." Janelle struggled to say as Kat suckled her overly sensitive bud against her tongue. Kat chuckles, her voice vibrating her heat deliciously before she lifts her head.

"Say less.." she smirks knowingly.

Her gaze falls back to Janelle's pussy, which was still throbbing and shiny inches from her face.

"Just so you know..." she pauses to flick her tongue over her clit again just to hear Janelle moan one more time.

"Your pussy tastes really good. No wonder why Kook volunteers to stick his face down here. I can't blame him one bit.." she shakes her head. Janelle rolls her sleepy eyes, finally giving in to fall back against her pillow with a heavy sigh.

"Shut up." she giggles breathlessly, running her hands over her face. Kat watched her fondly, a soft smile parting her wet lips. She starts to lick them when a naughty idea pops in her head

"Im foreal..Here.."

Kat climbed over Janelle's body, pinning her with her stare as she leaned in to kiss her. As if to prove she wasn't joking, Kat feeds Janelle the taste of her cum from her tongue to hers, licking into her mouth as sinuously as before until Janelle pulls away to breathe.

"Oh fuck..that was so nasty and sexy...I can't.." she huffs, making Kat laugh.

"Mmhmm. Feel better?" she asks genuinely after a beat, pussy breath and all, and Janelle looks up at her. She nods sheepishly with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, keeping that perfectly sexy smile on Kat's face.

Janelle blinked, marveling at how beautiful Kat's smile really was. She didn't do it much, sporting a rather sexy RBF the majority of the time.

It was a shame.

She had one of the most beautiful smiles Janelle had ever seen.

Feeling magnified under Janelle's softening stare, Kat's smile fades.

"Um...Well, good."

She pecks her lips once more for good measure before hopping up from the bed. Janelle sat up with a confused frown as Kat fixed her oversized sweats on her hips before raking her nails up her nape as she set off to leave the room.

"Wait...Where are you going?" Janelle calls after her just as Kat reaches the open doorway.

"To cook you something." Kat looks back at her over her shoulder with a hand resting on the doorframe. Janelle's pout drops into a skeptical frown.

"But you don't cook Kat." she narrowed her eyes and Kat's wide and stunned eyes scanned the room.

She was right. Kat couldn't cook to save her life and that was another reason she hopped on the opportunity to move in. Janelle and Jungkook were the cooks of the relationship while Kat gladly cleaned up after.

They all knew better than to allow her near a stove.

"Ok, To order you something then.." she repeats her tone and Janelle laughs.

Her body drops into the pillows and plushies at the head of her bed with a sigh of relief that Kat resented but understood. Janelle yawned before rolling onto her stomach, pulling her fuzzy blanket over her body.

"Thank God. Chickf ila, please? You know what I like.." she lays her head down, hugging the pillow. Kat bites down on her grin as she nodded, wishing she could cuddle up with Janelle some more to play in her hair, suck on her nipples and tease her clit until she came again. Her pussy ached to touch as well and she'd love to feel Janelle's timid touches on her wetness, then offering to lick it off of her fingers after she made her cum too.

Maybe later though. She was already dozing off.

"Anything for my Belly. Go to sleep. I'll be back." Kat rats her knuckles against the door frame before exiting Janelle's bedroom.

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bxmbiiii · 6 years ago

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Birthday Sex (M)

(A/N: This is for my husband Renjun’s birthday, because who doesn’t love a little Injunnie? I thought off it to my preference since I am a black, curvy female. Thanks for the love on the Yoonmin story btw)

Warnings: Daddy!kink, Mommy!kink, choking!kink, dom/sub!Renjun, dom/sub!Reader, smutty shizz

[11:47pm]

You laid on your bed patiently, waiting for your boyfriend Renjun, in a black lacy lingerie set you had set out to buy this morning, especially for him. Today was Renjun’s birthday, and although SM had held a party for him as a present, you had a present of your own to give him. So while the party was going on, you’d decided you’d leave early to get ready. You kissed Renjun on the cheek, feigning sickness, and wanting to go home. Though he did insist to come with, you’d denied, saying you wanted him to have fun and you’ll be fine, and just to meet you at home later.

He’d agreed reluctantly, and let you go. That was a little over an hour ago. Now you were here waiting patiently, knowing that he would be home any minute now. To pass time you’d thought about putting on some music to maybe set the mood for when he comes in. You get off the bed, making your way to the stereo, when you hear the code to the front door being put in, and the lock open.

You hurriedly sprinted back to the bed, just as you hear the front door open, and Renjun’s concerned voice call out, “Y/N? Baby, where are you? Are you okay?” Giving no answer in return, you hear him close the front door, and begin making his way up the stairs. You begin fixing your long box braids, and making sure the lingerie wasn’t looking a mess, before the bedroom door swung open.

“Baby, are you okay? I bought so-,” Renjun dropped the plastic bag that held the medicine he stopped to pick up on the way to the store. He smiled brightly, taking in the sight of you, sprawled out on the bed, ready for him. He bit his lip, “So this is what you left for? Huh, baby?” He walked towards the edge of the bed, where your legs laid, spread open. He gripped your ankles and gave a hard tug, pulling you to the edge of the bed where he stood.

“It was a surprise,” You hummed, as his hands started to travel up your calves, and caress your thick thighs. “Don’t you like it baby?” “Mmhm,” Renjun hummed his reply, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, while staring you down.

“Why don’t you strip for me Junnie?” You purred, sitting up, and staring him in the eyes. Renjun’s eyes clouded with dark lust, as his jaw set clenched, and his hands traveled to the hem of his shirt. He quickly slipped it off, showing off his beautifully tanned chest in all its leanly built glory. Your eyes took you on a visual journey of Renjun’s body, from his biceps, down the happy trail that started right beneath his abs. You watched closely as his strongly veined hands worked on his belt, the sound of it clinking making you think of all the things you could make use of it, and your pussy involuntary throbbed.

As Renjun slipped the black leather belt off, you stretched out your right hand, biting your lip seductively, “May I?”. Renjun stared you in the eyes for what seemed like forever before smirking to himself and handing you the belt, brushing your fingertips together, sending shockwaves down your spine.

Renjun quickly unbuttoned his pants, getting ready to to take both the pants and boxers off, “Uh uh, no, the boxers stay on.” You say sternly, the dominatrix in you coming out. You quickly hop off the bed and as soon as Renjun’s pants is completely off, you push him roughly onto the bed on his back.

“On the edge of the bed baby.” You commanded, beckoning him closer with a finger. As soon as he sat before you, you leant over, hands caressing his shoulders as you whispered, “Today is your day, so let me make you feel good.” Renjun could’ve sworn the goosebumps on his arms increased tenfold as you sunk down to your knees, in between his legs. You lightly ran your hands up his thighs, looking down at his growing erection, catching sight of a wet spot where the tip of his dick was. You leant down, while making eye contact and kissed the tip of his clothed cock, earning a sharp intake of breath from above.

Your manicured fingers hooked around Renjun’s boxers, he lifted his hips slightly, and you successfully pulled them off his legs. Your right hand immediately gripped the base of his length, “Ah fuck.” He reached his hand down and tried to grip your braids, using your left hand you smacked his thigh, making his hand retract quickly, “No touching.” You growled. Maintaining eye contact once again, you stuck out your tongue, and licked the tip of Renjun’s length. Keeping a steady pace, you kitten licked his tip, getting it hard and ready. Once Renjun was fully erected, you took in the sight of him. His eyes were closed, while his mouth hung open, little whines spilling from his lips. His cock was hard and veiny, the tip bright red and wet with spit and oozing precum.

Your entire mouth engulf Renjun, taking him down your throat, and holding it there, “FUCK Y/N!”, he let out. You took him out of your mouth once again, smacking his thigh again, this time a little harder, “That’s not my name tonight baby.” Renjun let out a shaky breath, “I’m sorry Mommy.” Taking him in your mouth again, you began bobbing your head back and forth and pumping with your hand what your mouth couldn’t reach, while Renjun began letting out moans once again.

“M-Mommy~...you feel s-so good.”, You took Renjun out of your mouth, and pressed your tongue against the prominent vein underneath his, while your hand pumped his base hard. “Fuuck ah...Mommy, I-I’m gonna cum.”, As soon as Renjun warned you, you pulled your mouth off him and stopped pumping your hand, holding his cock firmly until his approaching orgasm faded.

Renjun groaned, “Baby, what the fu-,” “You don’t get to cum, ‘til I say you can.” You brought him back into your mouth, relaxing your throat and swallowing around him, “O-oh fuck. Do that again Mommy.” Giving him what he wanted, you once again swallowed around his cock, the pressure of your throat massaging his length. “Ah I’m close again. Please let me cum Mommy, please.” You pulled your mouth off his length again, now pumping his length harder, “Cum for me Injunnie.” With that Renjun let out a loud groan, that caused a deep throbbing in your pussy, as thick, hot, ropes of cum covered your fingers.

Standing up, you sucked the cum off your fingers, while making eye contact with him, “Against the headboard baby.”, You purred. You watched Renjun scoot back, until his back was against the headboard of your shared bed. “I want you to watch me strip for you. Okay, baby?” “Yes Mommy.” You maintained eye contact as you reached behind you and undid your black lace bra, releasing your C cupped breasts. You watched as Renjun’s hand inched towards his length, he was anxious to touch himself. “Go ahead baby.” You said, granting him permission. He slowly stroked himself while his eyes ran over your curved, brown body. You turned around, hooking you fingers into the matching panties, and bent over pulling them down, knowing he could see your pussy from the back.

“Ooh, Mommy~ You look so good.” You turned around and slowly climbed onto the bed on all fours towards Renjun. “Where’s the condoms baby?” “In the drawer.” You reached over Renjun, opening the top drawer, and pulling a condom. Opening the packet, you gripped his length and rolled it on.

You straddled Renjun, and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning into his ear, “Happy Birthday baby.” With that you sunk down onto his length, intense pleasure immediately shooting through the both of you as moans left your mouths. You began rolling your hips into Renjun as he thrusted upwards to meet your movements. You pulled at his hair harshly and began leaving bruises all over his neck. The lewd sounds of skin slapping and moans throughout the room stimulated you both even more.

Renjun was going crazy, you felt so tight and warm around him, that he was gonna explode soon. But he needed you to cum first for him. After all you’ve done, he just needed to feel you squeeze him dry as you cummed. He took in the beautiful sight before him. The brown goddess before him, moaning while riding his cock like this was driving him crazy. He gripped your hips stilling you in mid-air and began thrusting into you, “Mommy, I’m going to need you to cum for me now.”

You groaned as Renjun’s thrusts got harder and faster, filling you up perfectly. You felt so full, your lower stomaches knot unwinding. You felt your climax approaching quickly. Renjun delivered a hard smack to your ass, “Fuck ah. Mommy I’m close, cum with me.” That was all you needed to hear for you to let loose. The knot in your stomache snapped and your walls clenched as white hot pleasure passed through you. As Renjun felt your walls clench around him, it triggered his own release.

In a flash, Renjun had you on your back. His hand snaked up around your throat and tightened, “Thank you for the birthday present and all baby really, but if you thought Daddy wasn’t gonna take control again, you thought wrong.” Renjun lined up his length to your entrance...

“How about round two?”

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