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Yungc Joke and LavishMaar Drop ‘Ball’: Certified Banger or Missed Shot?
Emerging hip-hop artists Yungc Joke and LavishMaar have teamed up to release their latest track, "Ball," igniting conversations across the urban music scene. Known for their dynamic styles, this collaboration has fans eager to determine if the song is a slam dunk or misses the mark. "Ball" showcases Yungc Joke's distinctive lyrical flow, complemented by LavishMaar's energetic delivery. The track is available on major streaming platforms, including Spotify. While specific reviews for "Ball" are not yet available, Yungc Joke's previous works, such as "Got No Love," have been well-received, amassing thousands of views on YouTube. This history suggests that "Ball" has the potential to resonate with listeners. As "Ball" continues to circulate, fans and critics alike are encouraged to share their thoughts on this collaboration. Is it a certified banger, or does it fall short? Engage with the track and join the conversation to shape its impact on the hip-hop landscape.
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#General Hip Hop:#HipHop#Rap#TrapMusic#HipHopCulture#UndergroundHipHop#RapMusic#NewMusic#RealHipHop#BoomBap#SoundCloud Specific:#SoundCloudRap#SoundCloudHipHop#SoundCloudArtist#SoundCloudMusic#SoundCloudRappers#SoundCloudCommunity#SoundCloudPromotion#SCFirst#SoundCloudDaily#Emerging & Independent Artists:#IndieHipHop#UnsignedHype#NewHipHop#IndieRap#UpNext#IndependentArtist#RisingStar#Engagement & Discoverability:#NewMusicAlert
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AMERICANO (2025)
hiiii, i'm chriles, i'm 14 y/o & i'm venezuelan-chilean, i'm an artist, producer, composer & songwriter, i'm rn makin' an album called 'Americano' that's gon' to be better than my other releases, if u are interest in this kind of music i made, u should see my bandcamp & soundcloud, have a nice new year day btw.
IG: @11chriles
TikTok: @hellablunts
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TURN THIS SONG UP AND SHAKE WHAT YOUR MOMMA GAVE YOU.
shye. - SET FREE (feat. Tony E)
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#new music#pop music#singer#songwriter#r&b/hip hop#song of the summer#music#love songs#communication#say something#set free#song of the day#new favorite#artists to watch#artist#artists on tumblr#emerging artist
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SUPREME LYRICS - AMETHYST AMARIS
Listen here! Supreme Supreme Supreme Uh Nails glowing blue In the black light Hands and toes Flip it on and off I’m beautiful Uh Lights on Supreme Lights on Supreme Lights on Supreme Lights on Supreme Uh, Lights on SUPREME You want her bonafide Not modified What a pretender I told you to never ever Befriend her You slipped up Now you with a set up You slipped up Now you…
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artist emerges online with a unique or eccentric style that compresses easily (its like experimental electronic hip hop punk!!)
artist becomes popular with fringe online communities
fringe online communities make memes and jokes about said artist, poking fun at a thing they like on its own merits
artist grows in popularity, escapes the confines of the insular communities along with all the memes
random normies listen to the artist. they end up not enjoying it, but reconcile the conflict of a thing they dislike being popular by just assuming that no one *actually* likes it, it's just a meme, or an endurance test specifically meant to torture the listener, or a joke at the expense of music itself.
ironic listeners come to outnumber sincere listeners, because the eccentricity of the artist was never going to support a massive audience
death grips ends show prematurely because crowd of teenagers won't stop throwing shit at them
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Kilomayne, an emerging pop and R&B artist, has released a captivating new song titled "Running up the plug." Fusing elements of pop, R&B, and hip hop, Kilomayne delivers a unique and energetic track that is set to captivate listeners worldwide.
#emerging pop and R&B artist#has released a captivating new song titled “Running up the plug.” Fusing elements of pop#R&B#and hip hop#Kil#music
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Crimson Tides
Synopsis: You love picking fights with Rafayel and he indulges you. But there’s a reason you avoid him when you’re on your period. Your emotions are louder and harder to control. And mood swings aren’t the only symptom you struggle with… But as infuriating as Rafayel can be, he knows exactly how to make you feel better.
Content Warnings: Mention of menstrual cycle, feminine products, blood/bleeding, explicit language, angst, fingering, before & after care, PiV, unprotected sex, cream pie, 18+ MDNI
Word Count: 5k Now Playing: Supernatural by Ariana Grande
The steady pounding of your feet on the treadmill was doing little to numb your mind. You knew working out would only make the tension in your shoulder, your back, your legs - basically everywhere - so much worse. However, the alternative was biting people’s heads off and that is looked down upon.
You’d been in the middle of a mission when your period started, rather suddenly actually. You keep track of it for the most part, but it’s never really followed a strict schedule. So when you got swiped at by a Foulwing, you assumed the blood on your legs was from a cut. When you found no injury, your stomach dropped and you raced to the locker room, your face beat red with embarrassment.
No one made fun of you, this wasn’t high school. It’s happened to other female hunters and you’ve even helped them out, offering your jacket to cover up until they can get back to Headquarters to clean up. But you had been on this mission alone so you arrived covered in blood and everyone panicked. Jenna let you go home early. She swore it wasn’t because of your “accident” but rather a reward for a successful mission. You knew better.
So here you are, working out in Rafayel’s home gym. You didn’t want to be alone, but you also didn’t want to be around anyone. Rafayel’s house was the perfect place to be today. He was on a nocturnal schedule thanks to a bout of artist’s block, so he was asleep and you’d be gone by the time he woke up.
You cleaned up at Headquarters, caught a cab to Rafayel’s house and changed into some workout gear you keep in case you stay for a few days. You put your headphones on and blasted your “Badass Bitch” playlist in an attempt to drown out the bad vibes and moodiness. You turn up the speed on the treadmill before you are ready for the pace. You feel your legs shake with exhaustion, but keep pushing yourself.
“Shit!”
You stumble and grab onto the safety handles, bumping your phone and sending it to the floor with a clang. The song in your headphones abruptly stops and you throw your head back with a groan. Great, now your phone’s broken. Just what you needed. But instead, another song began playing. You instantly recognized which playlist it was from and let out a breathy laugh.
The sultry tone of a song from your “Hot & Steamy” playlist started. The lyrics about dirty thoughts and hands on bodies made your cheeks burn. Getting extra horny during your period wasn’t unusual but today you were so irritated, horny just wasn’t welcome to the party. Not that you could uninvite it now, you could tell by the sudden hypersensitivity of your nipples that “sexually frustrated” was your current state.
You yank the emergency cord and hop off the treadmill, scooping your phone off the floor. Your thumb hovers over the pause button. You’re about to change the playlist when you hear his laugh and his voice shout your name.
You turn to see Rafayel in the doorway and your stomach drops. He must have just rolled out of bed. Shit. His dusty purple tresses were fluffy and unkempt. His silk sleep pants hung low on his hips and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Your clit throbs and you grit your teeth.
“Hey cutie, didn’t expect you to stop by today.”
You yank your headphones out and pause your playlist. He was so cute and being so nice and you just wanted to keep your mouth shut because you knew you’d say something mean. With how you are feeling, even his kind words would irritate you.
“You okay?”
He approaches you and extends a hand to touch your shoulder. You recoil and turn your back to him, walking to your duffel bag to tuck your phone inside.
“Fine. I’m fine. Just leaving.”
“Oooookay… You don’t have to go. We could order dinner?”
His voice was hesitant, but you could tell he was confused by your abrasive tone. He crosses his arms, never taking his eyes off of you. You zip up your bag and toss the strap over your shoulder.
“I don’t want dinner, I want to go home. I shouldn’t have come here in the first place.”
You brush past him. You were in full on pout-and-stomp mode and it was painfully obvious. You will deny it until your last breath after the day you’ve had. Rafayel scoffs and follows you out of the gym and up the stairs to the main floor.
“Okay, something’s up with you. Why are you upset?”
You turn on your heel and face him, your hands clenched at your side. Turning around was a mistake, you can’t help but look down and gawk at his bare torso. His abs, the mole on his chest, that chest you just want to bite… No STOP.
“I’m not upset.”
His smile turns into a smirk and he raises a brow. His eyes trail down your sweat slick body. Your workout shorts and bra are a little too tight with how bloated you’ve been all day. You’d hoped sweating would help with that, but now you just feel exposed. He tilts his head as he meets your eyes once more.
“Puhlease, like I can’t tell when you’re moody.”
You cross your arms and plaster a sarcastic smile on your face.
“Oh I’m moody now? Am I just too emotional for you, Rafayel? I deal with your moody ass everyday and you can’t deal with me for a single day? Is this a ‘can dish it out but can’t take it’ situation?”
Rafayel goes through a myriad of emotions, his expression changing every few seconds. He was surprised, confused, hurt, irritated and finally angry. He steps closer and crosses his arms, that signature pout finding its way to his face.
“I can ‘take it’ just fine, but at least when I am moody I have a reason to be. You’re yelling at me for what? What did I fucking do this time?”
Your chest hurt with how irrational this whole conversation was. You weren’t angry at him, you were angry with yourself - or rather, your body. Maybe you were a tiny bit angry with him, because he looked so damn sexy when he was angry. There’s a reason you liked picking fights with him. Usually he knew when you were picking a fight and would play along. But today, this was just ridiculous and you knew it.
“You have a ‘reason’ huh? What ‘reasons’ are those? It’s raining, you can’t find your paintbrush in the nightmare mess you never take time to clean up, or maybe Thomas is doing his job asking you to do yours?”
Low blow. You bit your tongue, too little too late. His eyes widened and he glared at you, the purple sparkle in his eyes darkening. He took a step toward you and you backed away, not letting your face reflect the slight panic you felt. You knew exactly what he was doing. You had a habit of running away during fights, to “cool off”, but this was a huge issue for Rafayel. So you made a deal with him, you told him to back you into a corner when an argument broke out. It would force you to be an adult and discuss the issue rather than run away because it was easier. As long as he gave you enough space to breathe, you wouldn't run away.
You wanted to turn and run for the door, but Rafayel had successfully backed you into a corner. You could crawl over the couch or shove him, but you knew better. He would just keep coming after you. You keep your arms crossed and lean against the wall. His cologne overwhelms your senses and you clench your thighs. He smells so fucking good.
He lifts his hands and places them on the walls beside your shoulders and you let out a breath. The darkness fades from Rafayel’s eyes as he scans your face and watches you breathe. He steps closer to you, your chest brushing against his making you shiver.
“Is this a real argument or not?”
You turn your head and look away, but his hand takes hold of your chin and he turns you to face him. His thumb brushes against your jaw as he settles his hand on the side of your neck. Your eyes drop to his lips, those plump rosy lips…
“Cause if this is a real argument we need to talk. But if it’s not, I need you to tell me what made you want to pick a fight.”
You roll your eyes and try to pull your face away from his hand. He doesn’t let you escape, instead he moves closer, pinning you to the wall. Your chest heaves and your heartbeat pounds against your ribcage. Your arms are still crossed, so they are pinned against your stomach.
“Please?”
His tone softens and you let out a sigh. You can feel your cheeks heating up, the flush spreading down your neck and chest.
“My period started on a mission today. I had blood all over myself in the office. Jenna sent me home early. And now I am cramping and horny and irritated.”
The words spill out of your mouth and you prepare yourself for part two of your argument because if he dares to smile, you are tearing into him. Instead he continues to stroke your jaw with his thumb. His other hand reaches up to take the strap of your duffel bag, he pulls it off your shoulder and drops it on the floor.
“I’m sorry.”
You feel a tear roll down your cheek and before you can stop it, you are letting out a strangled sob. Rafayel pulls you into a hug, one hand holding your head against his shoulder gently petting your hair. Your body shakes. You weren’t even that upset - more frustrated and disappointed but you couldn’t stop the thunderstorm in your head.
“I’m sorry I said those things, I didn’t… I am so frustrated and I just… I was…”
Rafayel shushes you, which you’d normally find annoying, but today you are grateful. You didn’t want to talk, talking made things worse. Or rather, you talking made things worse.
You feel Rafayel press a kiss to your temple and you finally push against him to pull your arms free to wrap around him. He holds you for who knows how long, his hand petting your hair or massaging your lower back. When you pull away from him, he holds your face, wiping your tears away with his thumbs.
“Let’s get you into a hot bath. Should help the cramping, yea?”
You nod weakly and let him guide you to the master bathroom. He motions for you to undress while he turns on the water in the large clawfoot tub by the bay window overlooking the ocean. The window is cracked so you can hear the crashing of the waves. The sun’s setting and the sky is painted a bright orange and red. The bathroom had a warm glow and you felt your shoulders relax.
As you peeled off your sweaty shorts, you suddenly felt very self-conscious. You had to remove your tampon and what if you leaked? You shuffle sideways to the toilet, worried Rafayel would turn around. Of course he does, he strolls to the sink and crouches to pull out the bath salts from the cabinet below. He faces you, his expression neutral.
“Ugh.. could you… umm… turn around?”
Rafayel squints and puts the salts on the counter to put his hands on his hips.
“Why?”
His tone was indignant, he kept his eyes trained on you. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to cover your stomach. He approaches you now, his brow knitted together.
“I just... I have to… I have to remove my tampon and I… You know I can set up the bath myself.”
He lifts his hands to rub your arms. He smiles sweetly.
“Okay, go ahead. And I know you can, but if I’m joining you I should at least do my part.”
You mumble incoherently trying to argue, but you are silenced with a kiss. Rafayel holds your face, his lips pressed against yours slowly inching them apart. His tongue dips into your mouth and a moan slips past your lips. His tongue dances with yours and his hands dip to hold your neck, caressing your shoulders and then wrapping around your back to start unhooking your bra. You place your hands on his chest.
“I’m bleeding… we can’t…”
He lifts his pointer finger to your lips. He starts kissing your jaw, your neck, down your shoulder. Every point of contact makes you shudder.
“We can. You said you were feeling…”
He hums as he nips at your earlobe, making your moan louder than you expected.
“I can help with that. I want to make you feel good. Let me make you feel good.”
You stop pushing against him and he resumes unhooking your bra. He tugs the straps down your arms and drops your bra to the floor. Your sensitive nipples press against his chest and you feel your pussy clench. He lets you go and backs up, you lean towards him, chasing his warmth. He chuckles, holding you steady.
“Do what you need to do and I’ll finish getting the bath ready. Bubbles or no bubbles?”
You laugh and tug the hair tie out of your hair, letting your hair fall down your back.
“Do you have any more of the Cherry Blossom Oat Milk stuff? It smelled really good.”
Rafayel nods and crouches to get the bottle. You turn to face the toilet and take a deep breath before removing your underwear and tugging your tampon free. You wrap and toss the tampon in the small trash can by the toilet. You were bleeding heavier today, which explains the - wait, when did he put a trash can by the toilet?
“Raf?”
Rafayel sits on the edge of the tub, pouring a generous amount of bath milk and salts into the steaming water. He looks over to you.
“When did you put a trash can by the toilet?”
He returns his focus to the bath, dipping his arm in to swirl the water and make the bubbles foam. He rises to place the bottles by the sink.
“Well last month I noticed the trash can under the sink was pretty full with your… products? Is that the best word to use? Anyway, I kept thinking how uncomfortable it must be for you to have to bring it over here, open the cabinet, throw it away… I just thought it might help?”
Tears well up in your eyes. Rafayel can be silly and careless at times, but he can be the most thoughtful person too. It was such a small gesture, but it warmed your heart.
“It does, yea… thank you.”
His smile lit up the room, he was so proud of himself. You giggled before standing to walk to the tub. You usually took at least one bath during your period, opting for showers on the daily since it was faster. But when you could settle into a bath you never had any leakage, the water pressure gave you a blissful soak. But you had never shared a bath when you were on your period. You couldn’t deny the anxiety that was building in your chest.
“I can literally see you overthinking something. Spill it.”
Rafayel’s voice brings you back. You wrap your arms around yourself, shifting uncomfortably.
“I’ve never had a bath with someone when I’m… ya know…”
“So I’m your first? Kinky.”
You swat at his arm as he approaches. You didn’t even realize he had removed his sleep pants, his cock on full display now. You gasp and avert your eyes. Like you’ve never seen it before… You feel his hand on your back, he closes the distance between you to take your hand and help you into the tub. You step into the water, bubbles swirling around your legs. You slowly sink down and let the water surround you, the warmth instantly soothing your tight muscles. You shift to the center of the tub and Rafayel steps in behind you. He sits down and immediately wraps his arms around your waist to pull you to him. You rest your head against his chest and settle your arms along his legs.
You close your eyes and try your best to relax, but you can feel the rigidity of your shoulders. You let out a frustrated sigh, your eyes flying open to stare at the ceiling. You feel Rafayel’s chest rumble with laughter against your back. His hands lower and he begins massaging your lower stomach, initially causing you to twitch. He kisses your temple and whispers soothingly into your ear.
“I have you, beautiful. Just breathe.”
You close your eyes again and take a deep breath through your nose. His hands melt away the tension and the cramps slowly fade. As your breathing steadies, your senses come to life. The cherry blossom bubble bath, the sea breeze just outside the window, the intoxicating scent of Rafayel’s cologne, his chest pressed against your back slowly rising and falling, his heartbeat syncing with yours. You run your hands down his arms. He lowers his head to place soft kisses to your neck.
This quiet moment, safe in Rafayel’s arms, stirs up a tidal wave of emotions. Your period always makes you more reflective. He fights with you when you need tension. He holds you when you need comfort. He kisses you when you need passion. He fucks you when you need, well, to feel everything at once.
Just thinking about his body tangled with yours makes your clit throb and your heartbeat quickens. Rafayel feels it and his kisses become more intense. He sucks at the skin under your ear and whispers your name in that voice that makes your knees weak.
His hands drift lower and he rubs the inside of your thighs, carefully spreading them open. He takes his time rubbing your lower stomach and thighs, making sure you are relaxed.
“Rafayel, I –”
He shushes you again. Your anxiety swirls, but as soon as his fingers find your swollen clit every muscle in your body unravels. You let out a shaky breath and lift your hands out of the water to grip the sides of the tub. He continues tracing circles, every nerve sparking, your thighs drifting further apart as your pussy clenches around nothing.
His fingers finally reach down to dip into your needy pussy. You let out a quiet yelp, not used to the sensation. Your pussy is tender, raw, bloody, but so so sensitive. His fingers slide in with ease, he drags them in and out while his palm rubs against your clit. His other hand cups your breast and he rolls your nipple between his fingers. Your back arches and a moan echoes through the bathroom.
“My beautiful girl...”
You turn your head to look at him, he rests his forehead against yours. You bring your hand to the side of his face, his fingers pumping faster making your stomach twist. Your brain is reeling, emotions clouding your judgement. His lips lock onto yours and you sigh, opening your mouth inviting him to go deeper.
You can’t stop your hips from rolling forward against his hand. His movements slow when he feels your pussy clench around his fingers. He reluctantly breaks the kiss and nudges your cheek with his nose.
“Do you want more?”
You feel something snap inside of you, desperation isn’t the right word to describe how badly you need him. You pull his hands away from you and sit up in the tub suddenly, causing water to splash out onto the tile floor. Rafayel looks at you, his brows raised in confusion. You turn and sit up on your knees, your hands reaching around Rafayel to hold onto the edge of the tub behind his head. His expression shifts from confusion to recognition, a sly smile tugging at his lips. He rests his elbows on the edge of the tub allowing you to position yourself however you like.
You straddle him, your thighs squeeze between the tub and his hips. You feel his cock press against your stomach and you groan. Rafayel’s hands finally move and settle on your hips, pulling you closer to him. Your body falls forward, your chest pressing against his. He runs his hands up and down your back, his eyes scan your face searching for any sign of discomfort.
“Raf…”
A mix of embarrassment and desire stops you. Your cheeks flush and your knuckles turn white from gripping the edge of the tub so tightly. You turn to hide your face, but Rafayel’s hand catches your chin.
“Close your eyes.”
You look at him, dumbfounded by his request, but you do as you’re told. With your eyes closed you focus on your breathing, enjoying the sweet scent of the air. You feel his hands rub your hips, gently lifting you to sit up on your knees fully. His lips brush across your chest, nipping at your collarbone and dipping to capture a nipple. He sucks softly, running his tongue over the sensitive peak.
His fingers continue to stroke you, dragging a finger from your pussy to your clit and back. You rest your cheek against his head, squeezing your eyes shut. You want to look, to see his lips around your nipple, his fingers exploring your pussy. But you keep them closed, for now.
You feel the tip of his cock press against your entrance and you gasp. Rafayel releases your nipple and reaches up to grab the nape of your neck, pulling you into a kiss. He kisses you like he’s drowning and you’re the oxygen he is so desperate for. You start to lower your hips, enjoying the pressure and gentle stretch as you take him inch by inch.
You feel his legs lift, his knees bend and your body shifts forcing him to fully sink into you. You throw your head back and moan his name, he places open mouth kisses down your neck grunting as he moves you with his legs. He drops his hands to your hips again and lifts you before dropping you down again.
Your eyes fly open and you look down to where your bodies are joined. But before you can fully see Rafayel wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. Your cheek is pressed against his, his warm breath tickling your ear. He returns his hands to your hips and guides them to grind against him.
“I said… close your eyes…”
“But…”
“No arguing. Pick a fight with me later… right now…”
He guides your arms around his shoulders to drape over the edge of the tub, his face tucked into the crook of your neck. His hips start pulsing upwards before he lifts your hips to grind and drop, over and over and over…
“You’re going to cum… as many times as you want…”
You close your eyes and grab onto your elbows, locking Rafayel’s head in place. You press your lips against his ear and moan his name. You feel his cock twitch inside you and his hips jerk, driving himself deeper. His fingertips dig into your hips as he lifts you.
“There you go.”
His voice makes your heart flutter, somehow he has mastered the perfect combination of sexy and smooth. You might fight for control over silly things, but in the bedroom it’s just natural and you never fight for dominance. Sometimes you’re in control, sometimes he is. And tonight, you needed him to talk you through it and fuck the moodiness right out of you.
He grabs your ass and shifts your hips, flattening your stomach against his, the new angle driving his cock right into that spot that leaves you gasping for air. You lift a hand to grab a fistful of his hair and press his mouth into your shoulder. He takes advantage of this and marks the skin of your shoulder and neck to filth. You’ll have to wear a scarf for a week with how harshly he sucks and nibbles at your skin. You start rocking your hips, matching his pace, the bath water sloshing back and forth, some splashing over the edge.
His fingers find your clit and your hips stall, the pressure was just right and you could feel your pussy clench tight. Rafayel feels it too, he presses his forehead against your shoulder now, steadying himself.
“That’s it, my treasure, give it to me. Come on, let go.”
He pinches your clit and you scream his name. Your hands fly out to grip the sides of the tub as you lift yourself off of him only to slam back down, feeling as if you’re splitting yourself in half on his cock. With you taking over the movements, Rafayel lifts his other hand to squeeze your breast and lifts it to his mouth to suckle your tender nipple. His moans vibrate across your chest and push you right over the edge.
You feel yourself fall apart, thighs shaking, clit throbbing, tits bouncing, hands aching as they grip the slick porcelain. You don’t stop bouncing, trying to prolong this bliss for as long as you can. You let your head fall back as you whimper Rafayel’s name like a prayer. He releases your nipple with a wet pop before setting his head back against the edge of the tub.
The warmth of his release takes you by surprise, you can’t help but grind harder as you listen to him whine and grunt. You finally look down at him, strands of his hair stick to his forehead, his cheeks rosy, his lips swollen, his eyes closed - he looks so pretty when he cums. His bliss makes you cum again, you didn’t even realize how quickly you had spiraled. The suddenness of your second orgasm knocks the wind out of you and you collapse onto Rafayel. He opens his eyes and steadies you, forcing his hips to move despite being overstimulated.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, you ride me so well. My beautiful girl…”
You feel tears stream down your face and you gasp. You wrap your arms around Rafayel so tightly you feel his body shake as he laughs softly.
“I’m not going anywhere, I have you. That’s it.”
And you stay like that for a while. Even after the highs of your orgasms fade. You hold onto him, his hands rubbing your back, his cock still buried inside you. When you finally lean back, he kisses your nose and smiles.
“Let’s hop in the shower, yea? Then I’ll make us dinner.”
Your mind starts to clear and you glance down at the water. The pink tint is too dark to be the bubble bath. Your eyes widen in horror and you feel your emotions start to bubble over. Rafayel catches on quickly and reaches for the towel hanging on the rack next to the tub. He covers your face with it, you wince and grab onto his wrists.
“What are you doing?!”
“Don’t look.”
You tug the towel away from your face and look down at him.
“I’m sorry I made such a –”
Before you can finish your statement, the towel is being forced back over your face.
“Nope, nah, not allowed, can’t hear you, la la la la la!”
You grumble into the towel and slap at his chest. You giggle despite your embarrassment.
“Rafayel!”
“I’m going to help you get in the shower. I’ll drain the tub and join you in a second. No arguments, remember?”
“Fine, but I can’t breathe!”
He pulls the towel away and you gasp for air. He lifts a hand to cover your eyes, letting you catch your breath before he wraps an arm around you and lifts you. He helps you stand and step carefully out of the tub. You trudge across the bathroom to the shower and feel the warm water cascade down your back. Rafayel removes his hand and kisses your cheek. You watch him walk back to the tub. You don’t focus on the tub - you couldn’t if you wanted to with his ass right fucking there.
He joins you and helps you wash your hair, running his fingers through and massaging your scalp. You lean back against him and enjoy his tender touches as he washes you. You return the favor and laugh as he complains about shampoo dripping down his face. He wraps a towel around you and leaves for a minute to find one of your sleep sets. After you both are dressed, you join him in the kitchen while he cooks. You eat a giant bowl of shrimp fried rice and curl up on the couch with Rafayel to watch your comfort movie.
You lie on top of Rafayel, your head on his chest, a blanket tucked around you both. Your eyelids feel heavy, but you can’t fall asleep yet. You look up at him, his face highlighted by the glow of the moon. He feels your movement and looks down to meet your gaze.
“What’s wrong?”
You smile and rub your hand up his chest to caress his cheek. You take a deep breath, letting the air empty from your lungs slowly. He nuzzles into your hand, placing a kiss on your palm.
“Nothing. I… Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For tonight.”
He chuckles and leans forward to place a kiss to the crown of your head.
“You don’t have to thank me for that. I should be thanking you!”
You press your face into his chest and giggle. This man.
“I hate you.”
“Liar, you love me.”
You close your eyes and feel the steady rise and fall of Rafayel’s chest, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. The faintest hint of cherry blossoms drifts through the air.
“I do. I really do.”
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AN: For the Rafayel girlies who love to argue with our pouty fish. And who feel self-conscious, intensely frustrated & in need of the sweetest words of encouragement during that time of the month. Thanks for reading! (Also, please use protection if you engage in sex on your period! Safety for your partner is a priority!!)
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the major takeaway from last night is that Karl Lagerfeld was more of a personality than a designer and that Yves Saint Laurent was the clear winner of that rivalry.
For those who aren’t familiar, Karl Lagerfeld and Yves Saint Laurent were both fashion wunderkinds who emerged in the late 1950s, both appointed heads of major brands at the same time, and had very intense rivalry. Yves Saint Laurent took over Dior after the passing of Christian Dior, helped cement the brand as a major player in fashion, and then after a disastrous stint being drafted into the French army, built his own fashion brand that went down in history with its unique and diverse and always evolving looks.
Karl was always kind of behind Yves. He designed for a lot of major fashion brands, and managed to establish himself at the top of the game at Chloé, but he didn’t get his full on legendary status until he took over Chanel in 1983. This history of the Chanel brand was already pretty frought, with Coco Chanel modernizing and defining the fashion of the 1920s and 30s, but being forced to shut down during World War 2, during which she collaborated with the Nazis. Behind the Bastards did a pretty great two episodes on her. When the brand returned in the 60s, fashion had changed tremendously. Dior, Givenchy, Balenciaga, and Balmain had all taken over mid-century fashion, and now that aesthetic was being taken over by mod, the miniskirt, and the likes of Mary Quant, Pierre Cardin, and Paco Rabanne. So when Chanel came back it was largely seen as a stuffy old lady brand, which it remained until Karl took it over.
Now, this is where Karl actually did something really impressive that you honestly can’t take away from him: he took a fashion house in severe decline, one that had been in its flop era for literal decades, and he made it hip again, while still managing to stay true to the ethos that Coco Chanel had laid out.
Chanel is clean, minimalistic, and classy. It is easy to wear, effortless, and always extremely glamorous, which is what made it so iconic in the 20s and 30s. Given that the 50s and 60s were all about making a fucking effort, the thing that the brand managed to keep doing well was its suits. You know what kind of suits I’m talking about. Tweed jackets and midi skirts, neat tailoring, delicate pastel colors, pearls and camellias and chains. It’s not so much that it was edgy and exciting but it was expensive and it was *Chanel* and people wore it for the status symbol alone. That is what Karl took advantage of and managed to re-invent.
That sort of aesthetic fit perfectly into the you-can-never-be-too-rich-or-too-skinny 80s, when wearing status symbol clothing was everything.
Then, in the 90s, he managed to keep things exciting by following exactly what was on-trend at the time and incorporating elements of street wear and hip-hop.
However, after that, he kind of lost his edge and just rested on “it’s Chanel” rather than actually pushing the fashion envelope. By the time he died in 2019, he was a fucking dinosaur and fashion had long since moved past him. The thing that he was ultimately most well known for was his own very distinctive look and flamboyant personality.
Before I ever started studying fashion, I knew who Karl was because I’d seen him so many times, and I’d seen parodies of him so many times. I knew *him* but I didn’t really know his work. And I think having an incredibly boring Met Gala dedicated to him reveals that: his actual artistic legacy is skinnier than the models he used to berate. Karl Lagerfeld built his brand on his diva personality, and that sort of personality and outlook just isn’t hip anymore. Fashion is always about moving forward, and Lagerfeld’s beliefs should remain fossilized in the past.
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Kenneha Teams Up with Lil CadiPGE for "Quit Playin" – A High-Energy Anthem You Can’t Ignore
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Fu-Schnickens
Picks and Shovels is a new, standalone technothriller starring Marty Hench, my two-fisted, hard-fighting, tech-scam-busting forensic accountant. You can pre-order it on my latest Kickstarter, which features a brilliant audiobook read by Wil Wheaton.
I can't remember where I first heard dancehall reggae, but I do remember where I bought most of my dancehall cassettes: at Play De Record, a great hip hop/reggae DJ store on Yonge Street in Toronto whose bins were all killer, no filler. I'd go into the store every couple weeks and more or less pick three albums at random and love every one of 'em. I just discovered that PDR is still in business, which makes me extremely happy:
https://www.playderecord.com/
Look, I know that mostly I use this blog to talk about tech politics, monopoly, impending fascism and the climate emergency, with the odd science fiction review. But all that other stuff (modulo the sf novels) are weighing on my heavily this week, and I feel like posting something a little more lighthearted. So I consulted my editor (me), who called a special meeting of the editorial board (also me), who kicked it up to the publisher (still me), and they all agreed that I could write a post about a weird hip-hop album that's been earworming me in the best way imaginable since 1992.
I'm pretty sure I bought Fu-Schnickens' debut album "F.U. Don't Take It Personal" at Play De Record. Certainly, I have a memory of stopping on the sidewalk outside of the store to wrestle the cellophane off the cassette and pop it into my walkman. I definitely remember my first walk through the city with the music in my ears. I laughed aloud. Several times. I might have even danced a little:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2wD7FbIzGI&list=PLJw–ySHyZNwsmLcxfW3NWTyxQX7mARas
At the time, I knew nothing about Fu-Shnickens. In the years since, I have listened to F.U. Don't Take It Personal approximately one heptillion times and somehow managed not to learn anything about Fu-Schnickens. Today, I read their all-too-short Wikipedia article and learned that the group was together between 1988 and 1995, that their second album (which I remember not being as impressed with) had a top-40 novelty track with vocals by Shaquille O'Neal, who said the Schnickens were his favorite hiphop group:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fu-Schnickens
I get it, Shaq. They're great. First of all, they're incredibly silly. Long before Wu-Tang Clan, they were doing this weird kung-fu movie schtick in their songs (which, admittedly, walks an uncomfortable line between "parodies of racist depictions of Chinese people in the movies" to "racist parodies of Chinese people in the style of those movies"). Their songs are jammed with pop culture references in a way that puts, say, Paul's Boutique to shame. You can get a sense of this by looking at the lyrics transcribed over at Genius (where they are criminally under-annotated):
https://genius.com/artists/Fu-schnickens
Take "La Schmoove," a song that references "The Jeffersons," "Leave It To Beaver," "Superfly," Honey-Nut Cheerios, Popeye, Elmer's Glue, Elmer Fudd, Pippi Longstockings, "Married With Children," "Three's Company," "Chitty Chitty Bang Bang," "Do-Wah-Diddy," the board game Battleship, and Pepe Le Pew. It features rhymes like "we in there like swimwear," "Adios muchachos dorme vous unbuckle my Fu-Schnick shoe," and "Yo zilch kaput me nada none son." It's legit bonkers.
But also: they're really good. The frontman, Chip Fu (Roderick Roachford) raps really fast, has amazing flow, and periodically just starts rapping backwards, like literally saying the same syllables he just said, but backwards, with that same amazing flow. They are steeped in old dancehall, and it shines through (they more-or-less single-handedly revived Tenor Saw's now-familiar "Ring the Alarm").
Many of their songs feature a kind of hiphopified Phil Spector wall of sound, a kind of melodic drone that underlays the beats and lyrics. As soon as I hear that drone, I start smiling, because I know what's coming.
I have been earwormed by these tracks for this entire century and much of the past century. It's always really hard to explain why you like something, but I think that Fu-Schnickens' pop culture stream of consciousness and nonsense syllables are a kind of rhythmic version of my own internal monologue, which is a kind of endless babble of fragments of books, music, movies and TV; dumb jokes; words repeated until they lose all meaning and become meaningless phonemes, all kind of splinters of ideas and words floating around, bumping into each other.
There's lots of dancehall and dancehall-adjacent stuff that's arguably better than this album, like "The Good The Bad The Ugly & The Crazy," the amazing and underappreciated collaboration between Necka Demus, Junior Demus and Super Cat:
https://www.discogs.com/master/158493-Super-Cat-2-Junior-Cat-Junior-Demus-Nicodemus-The-GoodBadUgly-The-Crazy
And I could listen to Shaggy's cover of "Oh Carolina" all day:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BtLqmWt2h2g
Or Apache Indian's "Boom Shack-A-Lak":
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZzBd41NuZw
Or even better, "Ragamuffin Girl":
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGhrpajNtKk
But none of music is on continuous shuffle-play in the back of my brain the way "F.U. Don't Take It Personal" is and has been since the Clinton administration:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2wD7FbIzGI&list=PLJw–ySHyZNwsmLcxfW3NWTyxQX7mARas
What's more, this is one of the very few (non-Talking Heads, non-David Byrne) albums that my daughter and I like listening to together in the car. It's so perfectly silly, virtuosic, funny, and danceable. Still as good as it was when I was young and had the hips I was born with. I've owned it on cassette and CD and as MP3s. I somehow own the vinyl (though I have no turntable).
I'm grateful to the management of this publication for the opportunity to share it with you.
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If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:
https://pluralistic.net/2025/01/17/holy-batfu-its-an-apple/#ba-schnicker-bah-snchnucker
#pluralistic#fu-schnickens#hip hop#reggae#the eighties#earworms#music#the nineties#dancehall#play de record#supercat#das efx
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AMERICANO (January 7, 2025)
since september/december i've worked for dis, finally my album, not exactly good or perfect like i've wanted, didn't have a microphone or something else to record the album, did it on 3 devices
u can download it for free, just click the cover or download it & stream it on the following links
BandCamp
MediaFire
SoundCloud
#artist#music artists#music#new music#americano#album#new album#album cover#r&b#hip hop#new artist#sza#kendrick lamar#kanye west#frank ocean#tyler the creator#kali uchis#rome streetz#emerging artist
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Palestinian Artists/Record Labels on Bandcamp
{ELECTRONIC}
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Bilna'es بالناقص
BOUNCYDUCK
BRUT_FORC.e/TRAUM.a
Cyber Witch
Double Dunks
Loris
NaJazz Project
Sea Level Records /تسجيلات سطح البحر
Toumba
{EXPERIMENTAL}
Dirar Kalash
Dunums
Garden of Gethsemane
Irritable Syndrome
Mamzera
Maya Al-Khaldi
Never A Land Without People
Phonodelica
Raymond Haddad
{FOLK}
Akram Abdulfattah
Arhan Afndy
Gazelleband
Marwan Abado
Rim Banna
Samah Mustafa
Sounds of Palestine
{INDIE/ALTERNATIVE}
Bassam Beroumi
Discoverer
Eddie Violet
Haya Zaatry
Mafar
Maysa Daw
Shadi Zaqtan
{JAZZ/RNB}
Drink Sage
Majazz Project / Palestine Sound Archive
{METAL}
Bahal Amma
{RAP/HIP-HOP}
Asifeh
ERROR
Exist Records
Moody Kablawi
Shabab
{FUNDRAISER/SOLIDARITY PROJECTS}
"A Better Tomorrow for Palestine" by naru records; profits made will be donated to Medical Aid for Palestinians
"Archivio Futuro x Gaza" by Archivo Futuro; profits made will be donated to the Gaza Emergency Appeal by the UNRWA
"By the People, For the People" by House of Afandi Records; profits made will be donated to the Palestine Children's Relief Fund
Dunums & MANAS' Self-Titled EP; profits made will be donated to Medical Aid for Palestinians
"For Palestine" by Paralax Editions; profits made will be donated to Médecins Sans Frontières/Doctors Without Borders
"For Palestine" by Toumba; profits made will be donated to Médecins Sans Frontières/Doctors Without Borders
"For Those We Lost" by Lowlives Collective
IAFG - Vol. 1 by IAFG - International Artists For Gaza; profits made will be donated to Gaza Freestyle
"For All" by MidnightRoba; profits made will be donated to the Gaza Emergency Appeal by the UNRWA and Medical Aid for Palestinians
"ترويدة مولالاة - حرية" by 1; profits made will be donated to Medical Aid for Palestinians
"Rap Across the Wall-Palestine" by Musicians Without Borders; profits go towards workshops organized by MWB to help platform lesser known Palestinian artists and provide music programs to Palestinian children (Bara’em Ghirass)
"RE-INSTITUTIONS" by BALLAMONA; profits made will be donated to Save the Children: Gaza Emergency Appeal
"Resist to Exist" by Avon Terror Corp x Exist Records; profits made will be donated to Medical Aid for Palestinians and the Palestinian Medical Relief Society
"The Olive Tree" by Turquoise Coconut; profits made will be donated to Medical Aid for Palestinians
#in light of that really dumb conspiracy post that's being circulated#i wanted to posit to everyone that if you're unsatisfied with spotify as a streaming service#and were looking for other ways to donate/support palestinian musicians#bandcamp is a much better platform for finding lesser known artists!#free palestine#ceasefire now#fundraising#music#bandcamp#palestinian musicians#independent artists#independent labels
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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!"
"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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