#I’m contemplating an undercut

[mccoyquialisms]

good god do I wish I’d been less of a pussy and had got my teen rebellion over with earlier

[littleoanh]

Hii albiee, glad to hear you’re good:) i’m the person that requested a fluffy kakucho tenjiku arc smut and i want to apologize. i forgot that everyone in tenjiku arc is underage for some reason.. 😅 They all look so grown but they are 15/16 which i need to remind myself. I totally understand that you don’t write stuff like that! Can i ask you to still write the story if you have time but without the smut ofcourse. Sorry if I’m bothering you i just really enjoy your writings. I hope you have a nice day and thank you for responding!

A/N: Hello darling!! I’m so glad you responded and thank you so much for understanding. I completely forgot that Kakucho was young in the Tenjiku Arc too. I thought he was the same age as Izana (18) and then it hit me when I was reminded he was childhood friends with Takemichi first. Yes, I would love to continue this request and omit the smut :). Sweetheart, you are not bothering me at all! I’m happy to take requests from my darlings who enjoy my writings. Here is your modified request and hope you enjoy it!

Take My Hand

Characters: Kakucho x fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, minor violence, and fluff

Special Thanks: EB for proofreading, correcting and beta reading!

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“Oniisan,” Tugging on your older brother, Daimon’s sleeve while looking through the windowsill of a cafe, “I want some daifuku.” Pointing the various types of daifuku that are on display. Daimon glances over at the sweets, contemplating if he should indulge you.

“[Y/n] chan, don’t we already have some sweets at home?” 

“We do, but…” You put on the biggest doe-like eyes and cutest pout to persuade your big brother, “I really want some daifuku. Pleaseeee, oniisan?” Daimon, who can’t say no when you make a face like that and instantly gives in.

“Alright,” You smile victoriously, “which flavors do you want?” You list out the flavors, he nods, telling you to wait outside.

Daimon and you have been orphans since middle school. Your extended family couldn’t take the both of you in due to financial issues. They offered to take one of you in and place the other in an orphanage. Daimon, without hesitation, wanted them to take you instead of him. You refused to be separated from your brother and put in an orphanage alone. It’s either they take you both or none.

The both of you were better off on your own anyways. Managed to find shelter, eventually Daimon was old enough to work. He dropped out of school to work full time and provide for the both of you. You have always been grateful for him and always have his back. 

“Here you go.” Daimon comes back with a small bag of daifuku and you smile giddily. 

“You’re the best, oniisan!” Linking arms with him, while munching on a random flavor of your daifuku. You two are leisurely sauntering back to the small apartment, making small talk until you both hear some rowdy boys goofing around down the street.

“Son of a bitch… not these fuckers.” Daimon’s annoyance elevates, this is a rare occurrence for you to see this side of him. You wonder who they are and take a closer look at them. There are four guys. 

One boy is lanky built with a small face, downturned lilac eyes, blonde eyebrows, black and blonde pigtails, and thin lips. The boy next to him has toothpaste colored hair, blonde eyebrows, circular glasses with matching downturned lilac eyes, average height ,and lean. Another tall boy with black buzz cut hair and braided back, a prominent scar from the back of his skull to the leftmost side of his face, with two different eye colors. The last boy has large lavender eyes, tan skin, straight short white hair with a center-parted undercut. He is wearing a pair of Hanafuda-derived earrings. 

“Hmm?” The pigtailed boy immediately makes eye contact with Daimon, then a sadistic grin appears on his small face, “Well, well look who we have here.” The rest of the boys stare at Daimon, there is strong tension between the boys and your brother. “It’s our old errand boy.”

Errand boy? You remember Daimon mentioned working for a delinquent gang but promises nothing bad would happen. Until one night, he came back home with bruises and blood on his face. You were upset how badly injured he was but he assured you this will be the last time he would involve himself with them.

“Couldn’t recognize you without the blood on your face.” The toothpaste boy snickers along with the pigtailed boy.

“Daimon kun, it’s been awhile.” The white hair boy tilts his head while showing his mocking smile. “Have you been living well without us? We missed having you around.” Daimon clicks his tongue in annoyance.

“Can’t say the same.” 

“That’s too bad.” The white hair boy’s eyes turn crazed and his mockery smile widens more. “You know…” He playfully taps on his chin, “I still haven’t forgotten what you had done to us. If it weren’t for Koko, we would have been stuck in jail.” His lavender eyes are now narrowed. “Thinking about it makes me quite angry.”

“[Y/n], step back.” Daimon speaks in a low tone, only for you to hear. Before you can argue, they lunge towards your brother and your body moves on your own. You jump right in front, arms spread out wide, protecting him. He looks at you, baffled. 

“[Y/n]!” The boys immediately halt their attacks, not because you are an innocent bystander but because they didn’t realize how pretty you are, now they are paying attention to you.

“Careful pretty girl,” The pigtails boy display a charming smile while placing his baton under your chin, “you could’ve gotten hurt.”

“You should move out of the way, this doesn’t concern you.” The toothpaste boy changes his stance to show his full height. 

“That was very dangerous what you did.” The two different eye colors boy appears to be worried for your wellbeing. “You should never step in front of someone like that.” The white hair boy leans close to your face.

“Get away from her.” Daimon practically growls while pulling you away from them.

“You have the same eyes as him.” The white hair boy observes your features, “You must be his little sister he always gloats about.” Leaning back while smiling, “He never mentioned how pretty you are.” His lavender eyes flicker between you and Daimon. “Shame on you for never bringing her to our hideout.”

“And have you ogled at her? No thanks.” Daimon glares at them.

“Daimon-kun don’t be like that. We-” Before the white hair boy can touch him, you shove a daifuku in his mouth and punch him in the throat. The other boys don’t have time to react as you continue to knock them all down to the ground with your swift fight moves.

“Stop talking like I’m some kind of doll.” You glare down at them, they look at you with awe. “And stay away from my oniisan. If you mess with him again,” there’s a dangerous glint in your eyes, “I’ll fuck you all up.” You grab Daimon’s wrist, “Come on, let’s leave these losers.” Taking him away from those punks. 

“[Y/n], you didn’t need to defend me. I could have handled them myself.” You stop to turn around and narrow your eyes at him.

“What kind of sister would I be to stand aside with those fuckers who used you as an errand boy.” Daimon winces at the nickname, “This was my revenge on them for mistreating you.” 

“You’re my little sister, I should be the one protecting you.” His eyes softens, taking your hand gently, “It would kill me if they lay a hand on you and you got hurt.” 

“They wouldn’t, you saw them stopping their movements before striking me.” A confident smile spreads on your lips, “I used it to my advantage to knock all their asses out.” He let out a laugh, “Now let’s forget this ever happened and go home. I still have some homework to do.” 

The next few days go by quickly, you notice a dreamy coffee shop displaying dainty pink desserts on the windowsill. You window shop, wondering which pastries would taste good when your thoughts are cut short by a figure, leaning towards you. “Any dessert you would like?” A pair of familiar lavender eyes stare closely into yours, making you fluster and almost fall back.

“Holy shit! Where did you come from?” You glare at the familiar white hair boy from the other day. He isn’t alone, he is with the boy with different eye colors.

“How rude, we have been here the entire time.” The white hair boy forges a small pout, however you stare at him blankly, unamused by him. “Your name is [Y/n], right?” His lavender eyes look at you curiously. “Daimon called you that.” Damn… “I’m Izana Kurokawa, memorize it.” His smirk is smug, making it harder for you not to roll your eyes at him. “This is my servant, Kakucho.”

“Hello.” He politely greets you, his eyes are still soft. There’s something about their dynamic that doesn't make sense to you. Kakucho seems too well mannered to be associated with this guy.

“Your servant?” You arch one of your eyebrows, “What are you? A king or something?” You ask him, sarcastically.

“I am.” He smiles proudly, is this guy for real? Your face drops into deadpan, not sure if he’s narcissist or a weirdo. “I am Tenjiku’s leader. The largest delinquent gang in Yokohama.”

“Cool.” You respond without any emotions, you honestly don’t care what this guy needs to say. “Have fun running it.” You turn around to leave them behind. 

“I want you to join me.” You stop your movement, turning your head to the side to see his reaction. “Come join me. I want you to be by my side along with my Four Heavenly Kings and Executives.” You scoff and narrow your eyes.

“After how you treated my oniisan, I don’t think so.”

“He was the one who came to us for help.” Izana’s expression is neutral, practically unreadable. “I took him in because he is like all of us. Orphans. No home. No relatives to care for him or you.” You turn to fully face him, he’s just like you? “He had to start from the bottom of course, being the errand boy. He needed to prove himself to be worthy. In the end, he was the one who betrayed us… turning us in. After we welcomed him with open arms, gave him financial assistance and found him an apartment for the both of you.”  Your eyes widen, you had no idea that’s what happened. Izana smiles thinly, “You understand now, [Y/n] chan? Your brother is the one who hurt us. But,” His thin smile changes to a more sincere smile, “I’m willing to let this go if you join us.” 

“So you want me to replace him and be your errand girl.”  Izana lets out a big laugh, almost sounding genuine.

“Of course not. What kind of monster do you think I am?” He smiles, “You’ll be in our top ranks. Remain by my side.” You still said nothing and he sighs, “I won’t put you in the front lines or have you fighting if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

“Then what will I be doing?” He nonchalantly shrugs.

“Keeping me company. It’s boring to be around guys all the time.” 

“You want me to entertain you?” Your vein on the side of your forehead pops, “Go find someone else for that.” About to turn away again until he stops you.

“If you don’t accept, I’ll keep coming after your brother.” You freeze, looking into his lavender eyes. He looks dead serious. “No matter where you both hide, I’ll find him and I’m sure… you know what will happen.” The tension in the air is dense, should you trust his words? “So up to you, [Y/n] chan. What will it be?” He smiles too innocently, making you want to rip it off his face.

“If I join, will you leave my oniisan alone? He will be unharm and never to see any of you punks ever again.” 

“I will leave him alone, no one is allowed to come close to your brother.” You feel like you can trust his words. “It will be the same for you. I will not allow anyone to come close to you either. You are untouchable. I’ll have Kakucho make sure of it.” Kakucho nods for reassurance. “You will be taken care of for life.” 

“If you are lying or break this promise-”

“I don’t break promises but if it so happens I do… then I’ll compensate you and allow you to walk out with no consequences.” 

“My oniisan can’t know of this.” 

“Lips are sealed.” 

“Have it in writing, then I’ll join.” Izana chuckles.

“Smart girl. I’ll have it in writing.” Izana smiles happily, “See you soon, [Y/n] channn.” He waves playfully, while you walk away. I hope I am making the right decision.

Literally almost every day after school, Izana and Kakucho pick you up from school and take you to their hideout. Izana once demanded for you to drop out of school so that you could spend almost the entire day with him. Kakucho had to explain to him rationally how education is important to you. Izana reluctantly lets it go as long as you pay attention to him. The more time you spend with him, the more you get to know Kakucho. 

Kakucho has always been sweet, protective, and interested in your schoolwork. He helps you study for an exam by quizzing you and giving you encouragement whenever you are feeling overwhelmed. He buys you your favorite snacks, plays video games, makes your favorite meals and reads books with you. Sometimes, you wonder why he chose a delinquent life. He’s such a polite, honorable, and gentle person. 

“Oh hi, Kaku.” He is waiting for you outside of your school gate as usual but Izana isn’t with him. “Where’s Izana?” This is unusual for him not to be here.

“He’s busy today and couldn’t make it.” Kakucho shyly rubs the back of his neck, “I hope you don’t mind it’s just us two.” You smile softly on how bashful he’s being.

“I don’t mind.” Kakucho extends his hand out, offering to carry your backpack as usual. You hand it over to him and you both comfortably walk together in silence. Enjoying this peaceful stroll in the neighborhood. You spot a crepe cart in a nearby park, instinctively you tug on Kakucho’s sleeve.

“Hm? What’s wrong, [Y/n]?” 

“Oh, sorry.” You shyly pull your hand back, you are so used to doing that with your oniisan that you pull the same thing with Kakucho. “It’s a habit. Umm… would you… want some crepes?” Kakucho flickers his eyes in the crepe cart direction.

“Sure, let’s grab some.” Kakucho takes the lead, ordering two crepe flavors, one for you and one for him. “Do you want to sit here?” He finds a bench overlooking the river and the city. You nod, plopping down on the bench and he follows after. “Here.” Handing you one of the crepes, your fingers accidentally brushes against his and he unintentionally drops his crepe to the ground.

“Kaku! You dropped your crepe!” It seems to snap him out of it and he realizes he dropped his own crepe.

“Oh um…” He picks up the dirty crepe to toss it in the nearby trash can. “I’ll just buy another one.” You stop him from leaving you by tugging his sleeve again. He looks down at you with such softness in his eyes. 

“No need, we can share this crepe.” You offer to split yours.

“No, it’s fine. Please don’t worry about me.”

“Kaku, it’s really not a big deal. Come on before the ice cream melts.” You try to persuade him with your big puppy eyes. He can’t resist your puppy eyes and sits next to you while you two take turns eating the dessert. 

“[Y/n].” Kakucho stares at your face intently, making your heart flutter. 

“What is it, Kaku?” There is a brief moment of silence like in romance movies.

“You have ice cream on your chin.” Your face deadpans, embarrassingly finding a napkin to wipe ice cream from your chin. “I got it.” He leans forward to gently wipe the ice cream with his hand. Your cheeks heat up, noticing the close distance between your faces. “It’s gone.”

“Thanks.” You try to pull away but his fingers prevent you from moving. You look at him curiously. “Kaku?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help myself.” His cheeks blush, “There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you but, I feel like I’m not good enough.” 

“Huh?” What he is talking about, what does he mean he’s not good enough?

“I-I…” He’s never stumbled over his words around you before, “I like you, [Y/n].” Your eyes widen in surprise, “I know I shouldn’t but I can’t stop my feelings. I’m not worthy of you and you deserve someone so much better than me-” You cup his cheek to stop him from babbling nonsense.

“Kaku, I like you too.” He stares at you with wide eyes, speechless. “I’ve liked you for a while now.” His breath hitches, not certain what he should do next.

“You… you do?” You nod to reassure him, “Even though I have this scar on my face?” You gently touch his scar and look at him adoringly.

“Your scar will not stop my feelings for you.” Kakucho leans against your palm, enjoying your tender touch. Suddenly his cell phone starts ringing, interrupting this moment. On the screen, it’s Izana calling him.

“Hello-”

“Where are you guys? You should’ve been here about 10 minutes ago.” Izana sounds a bit impatient over the phone. 

“Oh, we stopped for crepes-”

“Well hurry up and come back.” You shake your head, hearing the agitated tone in his voice. “I have been practicing [Y/n]’s favorite song on the guitar and I want her to hear it and praise me.” You let out a small absurd laugh.

“We’re on our way.” Kakucho puts his cellphone away, then stands back up. “Ready, princess?” He gives you a newfound nickname while bashfully extending his hand out to you.

“Ready, my knight in shining armor.” You take his warm hand, walking the rest of the way back to Tenjiku’s hideout. 

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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

A Jujutsu Kaisen Fan-Fiction

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Sunday’s at home, plus sore backs, equal a massage from a doting wife to her husband and a playful husband to his wife.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Gojo being a menace with his words

“Oh my goooooood.” Satoru groaned, gripping the pillow beneath his head in a tight hold. “Right there, baby. Keep your hands going just like that. Fuck, you work me so well.”

“Can you please stop making this sound more obscene than it actually is?”

Cracking a single blue eye open, the world’s strongest sorcerer looked up at his wife’s figure and pouted. “But it feels so good, baby.”

“And you can’t express that like a normal person?”

No, he couldn’t - not when his wife’s delicate hands were working out the tension in his back, lovingly massaging the muscles until they relaxed and stopped aching.

While the Gojo couple traditionally spent Saturday’s outside of their home -unless he was called away for a mission-, they would usually spend Sunday’s relaxing at home in preparation for the new week ahead -unless he was called away for a mission-.

This was one such calm Sunday, and after waking up with a sore back from the position he held in his sleep throughout the night, his ever doting wife offered to ease his pain. What a selfless, nurturing woman she was, and she was all Satoru’s.

“You’re ridiculous.” Millie commented with a shake of her head, squeezing more lotion from the tube into her palm. If she was trying to hide the smile on her lips, she wasn’t doing a very good job of it. “If you didn’t cling to me like a leech all night, you wouldn’t be having this problem. Why did I marry you again?”

“Because there’s only one man like me in existence?”

She hummed in contemplation and rubbed her hands together. “Could have sworn there was another reason. Maybe it will come back to me later.”

Her hands touched his back and Satoru closed his eyes, letting out a deep, blissful sigh. His felt his body become dead weight, sinking further into the mattress as Millie’s palms travelled up and down the length of his back. The pressure she used was gentle but effective, the tips of her nails making goosebumps rise on his arms when they grazed over his skin. Just when he thought her massage couldn’t feel any better, her hands slid up the sides of his spine and cupped his shoulders, palms squeezing and releasing the large muscles on top while her thumbs carefully worked the sides and back of his neck.

Satoru groaned as he fell further into bliss, and Millie chuckled from above. “Good?”

“That’s perfect, baby. You’re gonna put me back to sleep.” He breathed, voice deep and a little scratchy. This battle to stay conscious was probably the most difficult fight he’s ever had to face.

“So go back to sleep. It’s not like we have plans today.” Millie said, leaving his shoulders to gently scratch his undercut. “Get some more rest, honey.”

Well, if she was insisting so kindly, who was he to refuse?

————

Satoru awoke two hours later, still lying in the same position he fell asleep in, the spot next to him vacant and cold. With a huff, he reluctantly left the warmth of their bed and went to track his wife down. It didn’t take him long to find her - he always found her with the same ease as breathing.

Standing beneath the door frame of the laundry room, Satoru pouted. “You abandoned me.”

Millie’s hands, which were busy tossing towels into the dryer, paused. She looked up at him and rolled her eyes, but smiled nevertheless. “Awww, did my poor husband wake up alone? I’m sorry, honey.”

She closed the dryer and stood up straight, and Satoru didn’t miss the small wince as her spine straightened.

Walking over to him, the dryer tumbling in the background, she placed her hands on his shoulders and stood on the tips of her toes so she could kiss his cheek. Again, she winced.

Satoru wrapped an arm around her waist and coasted his hand up and down her back. “You know, I could have sworn someone accused me this morning of clinging to my partner like a leech all night.”

“Quiet, you.” Millie harmlessly threatened, nose scrunching in a cute way.

Kissing the tip of that same cute nose, Satoru lifted her into his arms and carried her back the way he came. “Your turn, pretty girl.”

Upon entering the room and setting her on the bed, Millie discarded her shirt and laid on her stomach, arms tucked beneath the pillow under her head. The sight of her bare back excited him, sure, but more than that, he saw the trust in it. The vulnerability. The acceptance to be taken care of, something that took them both a lot of trial and error to learn.

Grabbing the same toasted marshmallow scented lotion she used on him, Satoru rubbed the cream into his palms and got started. Starting at her lower back, he used a gentle pressure and worked small circles up and down the sides of her spine. Her skin felt even smoother with the aid of the lotion, the freckles dotting the tops and back of her shoulders mesmerizing him. He loved her freckles, and if this were a different activity, he’d be giving them extra special attention.

Millie moaned and nuzzled her cheek deeper into the pillow as he worked his thumbs into the dimples at the bottom of her back. “That feels good.”

“Yeah?” Satoru spent a little extra time there. “Is there anywhere else I should make feel good?”

She cracked a turquoise eye open, and the look on her face had him biting back a groan. Half asleep, and half turned on. “I’m so relaxed right now, do not rile me up.”

He chuckled deeply and ran his large hands up her back again. “I promise I’m not trying to.”

“Bullshit.”

Laughing, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades. “I think your body loves me just as much as you do.”

Millie hummed, and said nothing to stop him as he pressed another kiss to her skin. And another, and another. “You’re not wrong there.”

[outofangband]

hi! 'embrace' and 'bread' for the game if you would like <3

Send a word and if it appears in any WIPs I will share the surrounding sentence! Still accepting them!!

I did two for bread and for embracs! The second one is from something technically already published but I’m rewriting it! I’ll link to the original too. Two of these are from Morwen and Aerin fics, one is Maedhros post Angband contemplating his imprisonment and one is Húrin

Undercut just for length and because both sentences for bread deal, either vaguely, or directly with themes of food as control

Word: Bread

Aerin brings two loaves of the dark bread but Morwen will take only one. She sets them upon the worn table, leaving the cloth wrapped around it in tact.

“You have not eaten well in some time yourself.” It is not a question. Aerin makes a gesture like a shrug but so often now it is followed by a near convulsive shiver.

“Keep one, have it here, I know you cannot replace it,” Morwen breaks the silence. Aerin nods dully and sits, burying her in in her hands.

WIP: with slander for a blade, chapter four though anyone who knows great was the company knows the foreshadowing for that :)

Word: bread

What would you do for a scrap of bread? For an insect? For anything at all to end the gnawing, all consuming pain of hunger? They did not want the bread nor whatever foul scraps might be thrown at them. He still knew what they might do to be allowed them.

From this piece that I’m working on reposting

Word: embrace

Aerin embraces her briefly and does not wish to let go. There is exhaustion etched deeply upon Morwen’s face though Aerin knows her own no different. She rarely lingers upon her own reflection, has not for some time.

Word: embrace

Turgon embraces them both in the shadow of the great eagle. They have nothing but the clothes they wear for any item they might take could reveal more than the king could allow.

[nat-seal-well]

WIP Wednesday!

tagged by @bicyclepainting and @k9rage 💙

Title: worth the price

Pairing: Angel/David and Darlin’/Sam, but this really just focused on Angel and Darlin’

Warnings: cursing, mostly. And I’m writing about my (nb) Darlin’ OC, so they’re described. I try to keep it minimal, though

Rating: T (but only for Darlin’s language)

Tagging: @friendlyfaded, @thesunandmoons-blog, @zozo-01, and anyone else who wants to share!

“I don’t know about this,” Tank says, which itself is a rarity—there’s probably only been a handful of times they can recall actually saying it aloud.

Hesitation and Tank aren’t really two words that pair well. Someone should take a photograph so this can be saved forever and commemorated. There should be one of those plaques installed that no one reads. Maybe—

“It won’t be an issue,” Angel tells them wisely, “if no one finds out about it.”

David’s mate is grinning. The white of their teeth and curve of their lips are full of nothing but promises of mischief and a future lecture from the pack Alpha. And probably Tank’s own mate, too, because Sam is nothing but a stickler for not causing undue trouble. Tank doesn’t think Sam was ever younger than the age he was when he was immortalized; he just spawned one day, like those NPCs in the video games Asher plays.

Callus-toughened hands interlock as Tank cracks their knuckles in contemplation. They’re wearing fingerless gloves in a sad attempt to fight back the early-winter cold, and the black yarn is beginning to fray at the edges. The unempowered human in front of them makes a face at the sound of their joints.

“Maybe I was wrong. You might be getting too old,” they say, like it’s an afterthought. Something glimmers behind their eyes.

Like an affronted pufferfish, Tank inhales sharply. “I am not,” they snap, “too old. You’re only two years younger than me.”

“Yeah, but you’re a wolf. In dog years, you’re practically ancient—”

Angel is playing them like a fiddle, and Tank knows it. The fact that it’s working only makes it worse, but they take the bait anyway. “Oh, yeah? I’ll fuckin’ prove you otherwise.”

What Angel says next doesn’t surprise them in the least, but the words still make them cringe anyway. Or makes Tank do their own version of it, which is to making a face like they just bit into a lemon and running a hand through their red hair, shorn in an undercut.

“Then help me plan something for David’s birthday, because it is literally next month, and I don’t have a single clue what to do for it. But Christian says you’re the best at this kind of stuff. I’ll love you forever if you help me figure this out.”

Tank can already see it now—David coming home to a cake from one of those fancy bakeries because Angel can’t bake for shit, a banner over the backdoor in the kitchen, and every single member of the Shaw Pack crammed into the home he shares with his mate. Oh, yeah. He’s going to be pissed. And then Sam will be annoyed too, but only because David will round on him and demand to know why he didn’t do anything to stop the two of them sooner, which will only earn Tank a second, more tired scolding.

…The cost will be worth it. Even if Angel’s only going to use them for their muscles to carry all the shit to the truck, and to pick up the heavy boxes at Costco, because they are not nearly too old for any of that. Tank is more than capable of planning one party, especially if it’s for David.

They can’t wait to see the look on his face.

“Get your coat,” they sigh. “It’s cold as hell out here, and if I’m freezing to death, then you are, too. And then get your Costco card.”

“How do you know I have—”

“Your mate is David Gabriel Shaw,” Tank says. “Go get it and meet me in the truck. I’m not turning into a popsicle on your front porch.”

[for-yoongi0309]

BTS’ Suga Electrifies UBS Arena As He Kicks Of His First Solo Tour

“Once you come to a BTS concert, you can’t go anywhere else!”

Suga boldly joked in BTS’ 2021 FESTA video. The same statement can be totally true for his own solo concerts. The BTS rapper and producer brought the house down in the first two shows of his D-Day world tour at UBS Arena in Belmont Park, New York, on April 26th and 27th, 2023. He’s the first member from the wildly successful K-Pop group to embark on a solo tour after the group announced they would be pursuing their own projects before going into the South Korean military. His performances spanned his whole career and were packed with ferocious and emotional moments that are to the fullest degree, unforgettable.

Carried by dancers with the background of harsh thunder and sights of a storm, Suga was laid down peacefully in the middle of the elaborate stage. The traditional strings of “Haegeum” prompted him to jump up into an explosive set and there was no backing down from there. His prolific rap song “Daechwita” echoed with its thumping trap beats and the crowd sang back to him, affirming that he was indeed a king and a boss. The next track, the eponymous “Agust D” confirmed it wholeheartedly. As “give it to me” played over, segments of the stage rose slowly and flames erupted from beneath—starting a remarkable entrance into the tour.

After the roaring first four songs, the star of the night introduced himself. “I’m Suga or Agust D or Yunki,” he said with a grin, referring to his stage name, alter ego and real name. The three names differentiated the unique parts of his musical path, but the concert chronicled them all together under one roof. He stepped back and performed “Trivia 轉 : Seesaw” on an acoustic guitar decorated by the other six members of BTS—a little memento to take on the road from his core group and to perform one of the beloved songs from the Love Yourself era.

As more parts of the stage rose up to the ceiling, Suga took the audience to several cozy nooks that were just unveiled and performed the chill and relaxing track “SDL” on a lounge chair. He harked back to two different eras of Agust D with “People” from D-2 which seamlessly transitioned to “People Pt.2 (feat. IU)” from his latest album D-Day. His debut full-length album was released five days before the tour started. Still, the crowd sang in a unifying chorus for both songs with the former asking “Why so serious?” and the latter decorated by IU’s delicate vocals.

It steadily flowed to “Moonlight,” a song that travels the inner workings of his mind and the pursuits of writing a song. He reflected in the catchy hook, “A lot changed in my life, but / That moonlight is still the same.” The pensive moment is halted by “Burn It (feat. Max)” where inferno was inevitable and his raps and verses were quite literally, fire.

Though the concert was incredibly distinct from a normal BTS concert, Suga devoted a chunk of the concert to his raps within the group’s discography. “Interlude: Shadow” mimicked the music video where he contemplates his life as an idol and the hidden darkness of fame. “The moment I’m flying high as I wished / My shadow grows in that blasting stark light / Please don’t let me shine / Don’t let me down, don’t let me fly,” he sang after stating he wants to be a “rap star,” “rock star” and a “king.” A medley of “BTS Cypher Pt. 3” and “BTS Cypher Pt. 4,” sans his rap-line mates j-hope (who just joined the military) and RM, sparked endless vibrancy. It led to the undercuts of the threatening “UGH!” and the highly coveted unreleased track “Ddaeng.” The momentum heated up for “HuH?! (feat. j-hope)” which the text in the background screen aggressively imitated the vigor of the lyrics “What the shit, do you know about me?”

The energy settled afterward when Suga stood up to the mic stand, but not without loud barking from ARMY. His face was puzzled and simultaneously entertained. (He later asked the crowd, “Did someone train you guys?”) He walked down the stairs to perform a “familiar and not familiar” song on a grand piano garnished with a bottle of whiskey and water. “Life Goes On,” a song originally from BTS’ 2020 album Be, was reworked and revolved around Suga’s verse on 2023’s D-Day. “Life goes on,” he repeated until ending with a beautiful suspended glissando outro.

It’s actually a poignant introduction to a clip of Suga’s documentary Road to D-Day where he meets his musical hero Ryuichi Sakamoto, who passed away weeks before the album’s release. The Japanese musical genius worked on “Snooze” with Suga and also features Woosung of The Rose. The chords Sakamoto plays on the piano reverberates when Yunki performs the song live and his passion for music and storytelling is clearly on display. Yunki honored his legacy with a simple phrase on a black screen, “I wish you peace in your long journey.”

Venturing into the more vulnerable tracks “Polar Night” and “AMYGDALA,” Suga’s stage increasingly unravels as he reveals more of his personal struggles on the path to fame. The ground floor was entirely in flames as he sang, “What didn’t kill me only made me stronger / And I begin to bloom like a lotus flower once again.”

As he walked into the first song of the encore, “D-Day,” his stage was completely gone and only had a few platform props to make him visible beyond the crowd. He climbed up a small elevated stage and waved to every corner of the arena in “Intro: NEVER MIND,” before being surveilled by dozens of cameras surrounding him in the last song, aptly titled “The Last.” He gave his all while shouting the lyrics, “My pride which I thought I had given away / Has turned into self-respect/ My fans, keep your head high with pride / Because who can do it like me” before a spruce of flares shot up into the air and immediately the house lights flashed on, and he was walking confidently away from the mic and the crowd. And with those steps going off stage, he cemented his place as one of the best and most captivating K-Pop producers and performers to date.

© LEA VELOSO for Stylecaster

[meow-zephyr]

a bathtub and a lover

pt. 2 of the college imagines that were originally for a crush x reader pairing but turned to levi x reader

tag/warning(s): language, cunninglingus, slight dirty talk, pet names, penetrative seggs near the end (dw reader is on birth control), aftercare, unfortunately the water bill in this chapter went 📈📈📈 and this is supposed to be taking a bath but it ended being nasty jkfvnkfd.

(idk how to write muffled dialogue so rip TvT google ain’t even giving me results)

word count: 1.8k

CONTAINS NSFW!!!

after baking lessons and first times (pt. 1) 

✰✰✰ 

You were sitting on the bathroom sink while Levi just finished washing you up with a damp towel, scrubbing the cloth away from the mess it had to get. Still at daze of what was your first sex with the person you admired the most, seeing him naked while cleaning up the mess he made on your stomach, surely anyone would contemplate of how they ended up in this situation.

“Oi, you’re spacing out,” Levi snapped at you from your bewildered state.

“I’m still processing how I ended up giving my V-card to the hottest guy I’ve known.”

That set a flush of pink to his face. “Tch, stop it. I appreciate that’s what you think of me, but I’m far from hot.” he stated, which was disagreeable to begin with.

But just to tease him a bit, you placed your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you. “Really? I disagree with that,” inching your mouth closer to his ear as your hands traced the outline of the muscles on his abdomen, “I heard a lot of the girls wondering what you would look like under those clothes of yours. I consider myself very lucky to be the one to have a closer look.”

The airiness of your voice accompanied with the gentle caresses of your hands to his body, Levi was just about ready to devour you. 

Control yourself, Ackerman!

“You’re getting a little too courageous right there, F/N. Wouldn’t want you having trouble walking, right?” he refuted with a smirk on his face. 

It did make you blush, but also cocky at the same time. “Mmm, I wouldn’t mind,” your hand taking place on the undercut of his head, “I just want to feel you inside of me again.”

And shit did that make him hard. Both of you were surely getting ballsy with each other. 

You’ve already sensed that he was turned on so, to play with him a little further, you went down from the sink and walked your way towards the bathtub. Turning on the faucet and closing the drain of the tub, you looked back at Levi just to see him being all flustered and aroused. It just gives you the confidence to provocatively arch your back as you reach for the bath wash, making sure he can see the arousal spreading through the inner part of your thighs.

“Shit.”

A cunning smile to yourself, “What was that?”

“I will have it known that you’re playing dangerously, kitten.” 

You looked back at him with a mischievous grin. “That’s the thrill of it.” 

Pouring the eucalyptus and spearmint scented wash to the tub while teasingly bending over for Levi (who was getting antsy) you waited for a while to have the wash completely dissolve in the water, until the bathtub had small bubbles and the smell of mint taking over the room. (punyeta ito, 30 minutes sinayang para makahanap ng bath product)

“Let’s get washed up, horny man,” you jabbed at Levi. 

Annoyed, “Easy for you to say, you’re dripping wet down there.” 

You took a seat on the platform of the bay window that was conveniently designed sticking to the bathtub, the blinds covering what was about to occur. “Unlike you, I wasn’t the one who was ogling and almost losing composure.” you smugly replied. 

Levi stepped into the tub and sat down, emerging his lower half to the water, not showing any signs of desperation on his face. But you knew damn well, he was fucking hard. “I’ll show you, losing composure,” the determination in his voice was making you shiver in delight. 

His bath soaked hands found its way upwards to the side of your thighs, lathering your skin with foam. Small sighs left your mouth to the feeling of Levi’s hands caressing the tender flesh and drawing figures that caused you to feel more needy for him. “You like that?” he softly spoke as he placed a kiss on a spot near your already aching hole. It took everything in him not to ravage you with his mouth just from hearing you let out a cute little whimper, all because of him and his ministrations. He couldn’t wait any longer, he had to taste you right here and there. 

Seeing the eagerness in his eyes, you nodded to whatever he was about to do next. In just a split second, his mouth was on your pussy. 

“L-Levi!” you gasped as you felt him give a harsh suckle on your clit. He pulled away to check on you. “Did it hurt?” concern evident in his tone. 

“No..it felt new..a good type of new..” you replied. “I want you to continue..doing it..” you shyly added, avoiding his gaze while doing so. 

Levi couldn’t help but smirk at your flustered face. “You’re really cute, kitten.” 

Wincing in embarrassment his mouth found its way back on your vulva, the action provoking an airy gasp from you. Feeling him gently nip on your labia sends your back arching and your hands looking for support on the silky strands of his, earning a muffled grunt from the guy. 

His tongue was exploring every crevice and the plethora of melodical whines and moans that left your lips was encouraging him furthermore. His middle and ring finger pumping and reaching deep into the velvety plush of your walls, contracting tightly around his lithe fingers. 

“Mmm–fuck…” his mouth already stained with your juices, “you taste and feel so good.” 

The blush not leaving your face any time soon, Levi continued on with his salacious actions to bring you close to a finish. You can feel the proverbial coil getting tighter and tighter as the seconds pass. One flick to that certain spot in you-

Snap! 

Overwhelming pleasure overcame your senses. Gushing out profusely onto his mouth all Levi could do was groan on the flow of your essence. Gulping everything to the last drop, his mouth giving a soft pop from the long contact of his mouth with your pussy, he gave a kiss to your inner thigh with a small smile ridden over his face. “We should do that again, don’t you think?” 

Still in daze and still beet red, you placed your hand over his cheek. “Definitely.” 

Both of you deciding it was best to start what you guys were supposed to do, you joined soaking in the tub along with Levi. The smell of the wash was still present and it comforted both of you while scrubbing the body of the other. 

I’m in the same tub as my old time crush!

It was something that you’ve just suddenly realized. Never expecting that all the times you would let your thoughts wander—one of the ones you’ve always imagined just happened. 

Noticing the stop to your scrubbing. “Something up?” 

Taking the shampoo from the shelf. “Just realized I’m in the same tub as my crush,” pouring the mild scented contents on your hand. 

“After all that, you’re thinking about that?” he teased as he took the shampoo from your hands and did just the same thing as you did. His hands are already on your hair, massaging your scalp gently and thoroughly. 

Reciprocating the action, both of you were feeling the heartbeat of the other. How it sent a thousand waves of feelings and reminders that you did all that with the guy you’ve always admired ever since you stepped into college. 

The feeling was surreal yet it was all too true and mutual. 

“You know, weird old me,” you chuckled. His eyes still bore that same old bored gaze, Levi but you can clearly see how it was filled with admiration. 

Admiration for you. 

Turning the shower knob, the sprinkles of water falling over both of your heads to wash off the shampoo had your hair framing the outline of your face. Levi couldn’t help but help wash off the suds off your hair. While doing so, his hand took a hold of your chin and held it up. 

Pink hues dusting your cheeks. “What is it, Levi?” 

Breathing in and exhaling slowly, “Do you think…we can be.. lovers?” 

Hearing that word, that term, that so sentimental and intimate title leaving his lips…

Levi being one of the few people who you find unbelievable would directly say that to someone… 

And that someone being you. 

Lover. 

His lover. 

Your lover. 

Lovers. 

Still at loss for words yet eyes being the windows to the soul, it conveyed enough what you felt at that moment. But Levi needed words from you. 

Your hand found its way to his chest, the thumping of his heart being rapid. 

Lips opening.

 “I’ve longed to hear those words from your lips.”

In just like a flash of lightning, your lips were connected with his once again. But this time, the kiss was a seal of something. 

Something that you’ve believed you can’t attain. 

Pulling from the kiss that felt like forever, the joy in Levi’s eyes was something worth seeing for many times. “You never knew how much I’ve waited for this, you lil brat.” 

Chuckling at how he usually expressed himself. “Even in such intimate times, you manage to always call me by that nickname.” 

“Tch, because you are one that I’ll be sticking with who knows.” 

The implication made your heart flutter. 

Who knows indeed. 

Finishing up with the bath, draining the tub and helping each other out of it. Levi helped wrap you in the soft blanket, drying you up. You sure were getting pampered with Levi being around to help you. 

Seeing how Levi was, you’ve noticed he was still pretty hard. 

Being the little brat you knew you were, you sat down on the sink facing Levi with the most lustful and cheekiest grin on your face. Catching the look on your face, he knew he was about to be fucked. 

Well, quite literally. 

As soon as he was close to you, you tugged on him to be near you. Still with that mischievous look on your face. “I want you inside me, once more.”

Even with giving his famous annoyed ‘tch’, his tip was already prodding on the tight ring of your entrance. Warmth radiating from your core and engulfing his every sense. 

“Don’t blame me if you can’t walk properly later.” 

“That’s the poi—haah!”

Sliding himself little by little, you knew you were about to lose all your wits at this moment.

Yet you knew… 

He was aiming to do just that and beyond what simple pleasures can give. 

✰✰✰ 

so there ya go! will work on the next part when i feel motivated enough!

[electriccenturies]

Contemplating going back to my silly little Mikey way danger days undercut just to prove to myself that nothing bad will happen and that it’s okay to make decisions you might regret if they’re not permanent. And also I’m remembering that long hair is such a pain now that I’ve grown it out for 2 years :/ never want to swim never want to get it wet cause it tangles and takes a million billion hours to dry. Have to brush it 5 times a day cause it gets knotted even when dry. Can you believe I didn’t even own a brush for 9 years 😭

[echidnacat]

Feel like these two characters are lacking in individual substance.

So I’m contemplating merging them into one character.

It makes sense to do so since both have laid back ‘cool guy’ personalities, but in slightly different ways. Merging them both would also by proxy create a character who has more relevance to the narrative and also flesh out their identity since little of what’s already established about them would be a detriment to each other’s stories.

I thought merging them would be an easy task.

But I’m struggling to merge their designs in a satisfying way.

The character on the left is very sharp, angular and rigid looking which sets him apart from the character on the right who’s very flowy and flexible. I worry that adding the sharper features of the former undercuts the flexibility of the latter.

Also, they share a lot of colours, but it feels like their colours schemes clash when merged together.

I’m still plotting away at it for the time being, so any feedback would be appreciated.

[nrghfufu-brr]

a bathtub and a lover

pt. 2 of the college imagines that were originally for a crush x reader pairing but turned to levi x reader

tag/warning(s): language, cunninglingus, slight dirty talk, pet names, penetrative seggs near the end (dw reader is on birth control), aftercare, unfortunately the water bill in this chapter went 📈📈📈 and this is supposed to be taking a bath but it ended being nasty jkfvnkfd.

(idk how to write muffled dialogue so rip TvT google ain’t even giving me results)

word count: 1.8k

CONTAINS NSFW!!!

after baking lessons and first times (pt.1)

✰✰✰ 

You were sitting on the bathroom sink while Levi just finished washing you up with a damp towel, scrubbing the cloth away from the mess it had to get. Still at daze of what was your first sex with the person you admired the most, seeing him naked while cleaning up the mess he made on your stomach, surely anyone would contemplate of how they ended up in this situation.

“Oi, you’re spacing out,” Levi snapped at you from your bewildered state.

“I’m still processing how I ended up giving my V-card to the hottest guy I’ve known.”

That set a flush of pink to his face. “Tch, stop it. I appreciate that’s what you think of me, but I’m far from hot.” he stated, which was disagreeable to begin with.

But just to tease him a bit, you placed your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you. “Really? I disagree with that,” inching your mouth closer to his ear as your hands traced the outline of the muscles on his abdomen, “I heard a lot of the girls wondering what you would look like under those clothes of yours. I consider myself very lucky to be the one to have a closer look.”

The airiness of your voice accompanied with the gentle caresses of your hands to his body, Levi was just about ready to devour you. 

Control yourself, Ackerman!

“You’re getting a little too courageous right there, F/N. Wouldn’t want you having trouble walking, right?” he refuted with a smirk on his face. 

It did make you blush, but also cocky at the same time. “Mmm, I wouldn’t mind,” your hand taking place on the undercut of his head, “I just want to feel you inside of me again.”

And shit did that make him hard. Both of you were surely getting ballsy with each other. 

You’ve already sensed that he was turned on so, to play with him a little further, you went down from the sink and walked your way towards the bathtub. Turning on the faucet and closing the drain of the tub, you looked back at Levi just to see him being all flustered and aroused. It just gives you the confidence to provocatively arch your back as you reach for the bath wash, making sure he can see the arousal spreading through the inner part of your thighs.

“Shit.”

A cunning smile to yourself, “What was that?”

“I will have it known that you’re playing dangerously, kitten.” 

You looked back at him with a mischievous grin. “That’s the thrill of it.” 

Pouring the eucalyptus and spearmint scented wash to the tub while teasingly bending over for Levi (who was getting antsy) you waited for a while to have the wash completely dissolve in the water, until the bathtub had small bubbles and the smell of mint taking over the room. (punyeta ito, 30 minutes sinayang para makahanap ng bath product)

“Let’s get washed up, horny man,” you jabbed at Levi. 

Annoyed, “Easy for you to say, you’re dripping wet down there.” 

You took a seat on the platform of the bay window that was conveniently designed sticking to the bathtub, the blinds covering what was about to occur. “Unlike you, I wasn’t the one who was ogling and almost losing composure.” you smugly replied. 

Levi stepped into the tub and sat down, emerging his lower half to the water, not showing any signs of desperation on his face. But you knew damn well, he was fucking hard. “I’ll show you, losing composure,” the determination in his voice was making you shiver in delight. 

His bath soaked hands found its way upwards to the side of your thighs, lathering your skin with foam. Small sighs left your mouth to the feeling of Levi’s hands caressing the tender flesh and drawing figures that caused you to feel more needy for him. “You like that?” he softly spoke as he placed a kiss on a spot near your already aching hole. It took everything in him not to ravage you with his mouth just from hearing you let out a cute little whimper, all because of him and his ministrations. He couldn’t wait any longer, he had to taste you right here and there. 

Seeing the eagerness in his eyes, you nodded to whatever he was about to do next. In just a split second, his mouth was on your pussy. 

“L-Levi!” you gasped as you felt him give a harsh suckle on your clit. He pulled away to check on you. “Did it hurt?” concern evident in his tone. 

“No..it felt new..a good type of new..” you replied. “I want you to continue..doing it..” you shyly added, avoiding his gaze while doing so. 

Levi couldn’t help but smirk at your flustered face. “You’re really cute, kitten.” 

Wincing in embarrassment his mouth found its way back on your vulva, the action provoking an airy gasp from you. Feeling him gently nip on your labia sends your back arching and your hands looking for support on the silky strands of his, earning a muffled grunt from the guy. 

His tongue was exploring every crevice and the plethora of melodical whines and moans that left your lips was encouraging him furthermore. His middle and ring finger pumping and reaching deep into the velvety plush of your walls, contracting tightly around his lithe fingers. 

“Mmm–fuck…” his mouth already stained with your juices, “you taste and feel so good.” 

The blush not leaving your face any time soon, Levi continued on with his salacious actions to bring you close to a finish. You can feel the proverbial coil getting tighter and tighter as the seconds pass. One flick to that certain spot in you-

Snap! 

Overwhelming pleasure overcame your senses. Gushing out profusely onto his mouth all Levi could do was groan on the flow of your essence. Gulping everything to the last drop, his mouth giving a soft pop from the long contact of his mouth with your pussy, he gave a kiss to your inner thigh with a small smile ridden over his face. “We should do that again, don’t you think?” 

Still in daze and still beet red, you placed your hand over his cheek. “Definitely.” 

Both of you deciding it was best to start what you guys were supposed to do, you joined soaking in the tub along with Levi. The smell of the wash was still present and it comforted both of you while scrubbing the body of the other. 

I’m in the same tub as my old time crush!

It was something that you’ve just suddenly realized. Never expecting that all the times you would let your thoughts wander—one of the ones you’ve always imagined just happened. 

Noticing the stop to your scrubbing. “Something up?” 

Taking the shampoo from the shelf. “Just realized I’m in the same tub as my crush,” pouring the mild scented contents on your hand. 

“After all that, you’re thinking about that?” he teased as he took the shampoo from your hands and did just the same thing as you did. His hands are already on your hair, massaging your scalp gently and thoroughly. 

Reciprocating the action, both of you were feeling the heartbeat of the other. How it sent a thousand waves of feelings and reminders that you did all that with the guy you’ve always admired ever since you stepped into college. 

The feeling was surreal yet it was all too true and mutual. 

“You know, weird old me,” you chuckled. His eyes still bore that same old bored gaze, Levi but you can clearly see how it was filled with admiration. 

Admiration for you. 

Turning the shower knob, the sprinkles of water falling over both of your heads to wash off the shampoo had your hair framing the outline of your face. Levi couldn’t help but help wash off the suds off your hair. While doing so, his hand took a hold of your chin and held it up. 

Pink hues dusting your cheeks. “What is it, Levi?” 

Breathing in and exhaling slowly, “Do you think…we can be.. lovers?” 

Hearing that word, that term, that so sentimental and intimate title leaving his lips…

Levi being one of the few people who you find unbelievable would directly say that to someone… 

And that someone being you. 

Lover. 

His lover. 

Your lover. 

Lovers. 

Still at loss for words yet eyes being the windows to the soul, it conveyed enough what you felt at that moment. But Levi needed words from you. 

Your hand found its way to his chest, the thumping of his heart being rapid. 

Lips opening.

 “I’ve longed to hear those words from your lips.”

In just like a flash of lightning, your lips were connected with his once again. But this time, the kiss was a seal of something. 

Something that you’ve believed you can’t attain. 

Pulling from the kiss that felt like forever, the joy in Levi’s eyes was something worth seeing for many times. “You never knew how much I’ve waited for this, you lil brat.” 

Chuckling at how he usually expressed himself. “Even in such intimate times, you manage to always call me by that nickname.” 

“Tch, because you are one that I’ll be sticking with who knows.” 

The implication made your heart flutter. 

Who knows indeed. 

Finishing up with the bath, draining the tub and helping each other out of it. Levi helped wrap you in the soft blanket, drying you up. You sure were getting pampered with Levi being around to help you. 

Seeing how Levi was, you’ve noticed he was still pretty hard. 

Being the little brat you knew you were, you sat down on the sink facing Levi with the most lustful and cheekiest grin on your face. Catching the look on your face, he knew he was about to be fucked. 

Well, quite literally. 

As soon as he was close to you, you tugged on him to be near you. Still with that mischievous look on your face. “I want you inside me, once more.”

Even with giving his famous annoyed ‘tch’, his tip was already prodding on the tight ring of your entrance. Warmth radiating from your core and engulfing his every sense. 

“Don’t blame me if you can’t walk properly later.” 

“That’s the poi—haah!”

Sliding himself little by little, you knew you were about to lose all your wits at this moment.

Yet you knew… 

He was aiming to do just that and beyond what simple pleasures can give. 

✰✰✰ 

okay, okay...by the time you see this post i am officially taking writing reqs KJFBJKD so haha please be patient with me esp since just started recently.

(lowkey, highkey, feel like im shadowbanned but idek)

[theloniousbach]

ADDITIONS TO THE DESERT ISLAND LIST

I use these essays based on retrospective listening as chances to fill in quirky gaps in my listening (most recently McCoy Tyner on Impulse but also Horace Silver and John Coltrane on Atlantic) or juxtapositions (again recently Ahmad Jamal on Argo with Red Garland with Miles Davis as well as Andrew Hill with Herbie Hancock on their respective Blue Note albums).

With those delinquencies acknowledged, let me further undercut the value of my jazz opinions by celebrating Wayne Shorter’s SPEAK NO EVIL and Tyner’s THE REAL MCCOY _as albums_ along with Herbie Hancock’s MAIDEN VOYAGE. I say as albums because though I knew tunes, more Shorter than Tyner, from compilations or fake books, they weren’t albums that I knew as the Hancock which was a favorite since it came justly highly recommended when I got started.

As an album, sure I played side one of MAIDEN VOYAGE for the title cut and Eye of the Hurricane more often than side two with Dolphin Dance. But I knew the deep cuts reasonably well too, enough to juxtapose Survival of the Fittest with Renee Rosnes’ Galapagos Suite on her Written on the Rocks or Little One when I found it on Miles’ ESP. And that will be the next listening project as this Miles-ophile also didn’t absorb the Second Great Quintet on vinyl and better new that rhythm section and leader with George Coleman on tenor. I’d reacquired it digitally from Amazon when a Kindle Fire was my first tablet and before streaming and was struck then how, lush melodies aside, that was an edgy album. Hearing latter day Coleman, I appreciate his rough growl and way of approaching tunes. But, of course, it’s that elite rhythm section including the leader who are swing so well and yet play with time in magical ways. And, as with a previous such confessional essay, I have undervalued Freddie Hubbard despite his presence here and with Eric Dolphy (Out To Lunch), John Coltrane (Ole!), Ornette Coleman (Free Jazz), and Oliver Nelson (Blues and the Abstract Truth). That’s quite a resume that I tried to ignore.

I am on my way to making these other albums just as familiar all the way through.

In programming a Jazz Spectrum show on Wayne Shorter as a composer, I did find versions of each of the SPEAK NO EVIL tunes and played them in order just as Palladium (with young heroes Nicole Glover and Sean Mason) did on a Small’s show. It is a superb album, but I only knew the title cut and Infant Eyes but out of context. I didn’t even realize they open side two. But side one is impeccable with Witch Hunt a fine opener, Fee Fi Fo Fum compelling, and Dance Cadaverous slinky. It and Infant Eyes are the only tunes missing from Fake Books. Once more there’s Hubbard, Hancock, and Carter but the drummer is Elvin Jones. Elite players for an elite session.

These three albums have but nine total musicians, testimony that these significant compositions are in the hands of the best players of the day who would be available since by now Miles and Coltrane weren’t doing sessions. There are two drummers—Jones and Williams; two pianists—Hancock and Tyner; Hubbard on trumpet on two of the albums; and only Ron Carter on bass. It is only tenor where there is variation with Joe Henderson on Tyner’s album after Coleman on the Hancock and Shorter on his own.

The value of the compositions is told in the Fake Books. Four of Shorter’s six with Infant Eyes an omission so that you have to buy in my case a third book; just the title cut and Dolphin Dance from Hancock; and three of Tyner’s five (Passion Dance, Contemplation, and Blues on the Corner which are fine choices but I miss the ballad Search for Peace). Yes, I’m fond of ballads but I also value the rich body of jazz standards that great players have contributed over the years.

I dug into THE REAL MCCOY as the real gem among many when I gave his Impulse output a fair chance. It is those rich tunes which give Henderson and Tyner much to chew on and a varied diet at that while Carter and Jones work well together as one would expect. They did so on the Shorter, but these interminglings of the Miles and Coltrane bands are a treat.

These are source albums, emerging giants establishing themselves with spectacular tunes and elite colleagues. They were giants when I started listening but only Maiden Voyage did I hear in context at the time. I know have comparable particular favorites from Shorter and Tyner and this association among the three albums.

I’m catching up but there will always be another hole in my ears to fill. So onto ESP, Miles Smiles, Sorcerer, Nefertit, Miles in the Sky, and half of Filles de Kilimanjaro.

[unloved-cadillac]

May I request a scenario where Levi & y/n are sleeping together. At a dinner someone asks Levi about his love life & he mentions he’s in a relationship. Y/n thinks he’s talking about someone else, so when they’re in private she decides to end whatever is going on between them bc she doesn’t want Levi to cheat. So Levi has to spell it out that he was talking about her. (:

C/n: I like this. I like it a lot. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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A Secret Love. (Levi x Reader)

Soft lips pampered your neck with kisses as you straddled Levi’s lap. Your hands scratched his undercut, softly moaning at the feeling of his lips, and he moved away from your collarbone to view his artwork.

“You need to buy me more concealer if you’re gonna keep on doing that.” You chuckle and he looks at you. Your flushed cheeks and soft pants made him want to have you then and there. But he had a meeting in a few minutes and he called you in his office for a few seconds of shenanigans.

“Who said I want you to cover it up?” He shoots you a smirk and you roll your eyes. You plant a kiss on his lips and get up from his lap. You go to a mirror and fix your shirt before looking back at him. “Your meeting starts in five. I suggest you go before it starts.” You say and he gets up. “See you later?” He asks before he leaves and you nod.

You would think that you and him were together but that was so not the case. Levi and you had a strict contract about your relationship being only sex. The whole arrangement was just about relieving stress from the corporate business and trying to find some release. At first, everything was fine. Levi would call you to his apartment, spend a few hours there and you would leave. Then you started to stay over. And that turned into just hanging out.

Being his secretary, you always knew where he was and what he was doing. So if he called you into his office, 9 times out of ten, it’s for a quickie. That was it.

Until you started to catch feelings for him.

Each kiss he gave you made your heart jump and the way his hands roamed your body with more sincerity made you fall for him. He genuinely cared about pleasing you, something you weren’t accustom to since most of the jerks you dated last three thrusts and pulled out leaving you unsatisfied and annoyed.

You sat by your desk as Levi went for his meeting, waiting for him to come back. The day was slow and the only thing that he had planned was this big meeting.

Two hours later, Levi comes back to his office with his colleague, Erwin. Erwin was Levi’s childhood friend and now that he was in a similar business position as Levi, they started to see each other at meetings.

“Ms L/n. How lovely to see you again.” Erwin greets and shakes your hand. “Mr Smith. Likewise.” You smile and glance at Levi. “Say, tomorrow night there’s going to be a dinner with many business people. I’m going, Levi’s going and I will love it if you joined.” Erwin says with a smile and you look at Levi. As much as you two had a secret “affair”, he was still your boss. “Uh, I’m going to have to check with my boss first.” You chuckle and Erwin looks at Levi. “Oh, Levi isn’t going to be a pain and not let you come. It’s at the Rose House Restaurant down on Main Street.”

Your eyes widen at the name of it. That was one of the biggest, most expensive restaurants in the city. You would have to book a reservation at least four months prior.

Erwin laughs at your reaction. “I’ll be looking forward to seeing you there, Y/n. See you, Levi.” He waves at Levi. “Later, Eyebrows.” Erwin disappears into the elevator and as soon as it descends you feel lips on your neck and arms around your waist. “If you wanted to go that shitty restaurant, you could’ve just asked.” He mumbles and you giggle. You turn in his arms and he lifts you onto your desk, settling in between your legs. “Do you want to go? Honestly I’m contemplating on going but if you want to, we’ll go.” He whispers and you nod. “If it’s not a problem?” He scoffs and kisses you as his hands start to roam. “You’ll never be a problem.” See, it was things like that that made you fall hopelessly in love with him. It sucked because you knew it wasn’t true.

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The next night, you checked your dress and make up for the umpteenth time and finally decided that you were ready. A simple long black dress with a slit up until your upper thigh with thin straps that crossed against your back made you look like a million bucks.

Your phone dinged and you saw that Levi was outside. You quickly grabbed your purse, checked your lipstick and left the apartment. You walked down the stairs and Levi’s eyes widened. You saw the change in his demeanor and you bit your lip as you twirled around, making him see everything. “What do you think? Not bad for a last minute.” You chuckle and he presses his lips against your hand, like a prince.

“You..look beautiful, Y/n.” He whispers and you don’t know if it’s the car lights or your imagination, but you thought Levi was blushing. You smiled and he opened the door for you and you jumped in. Levi sat in the drivers seat and buckled up. He started the car and a few moments later, laid a hand on your thigh.

It made your heart skip.

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The restaurant was as beautiful as you imagined. Maybe even better. Levi caught sight of the table and escorted you to it.

“Levi! You made it! Oh, Y/n. Looking amazing.” Hange exclaimed and you laughed. You weren’t expecting to see her here. “Hange?!” You say and she hugs you. “Surprised? Got back yesterday and decided to spend the day with my husband. Moblit says hi by the way.” You let go of Levi’s arm and sit next to her as Levi sat next to Erwin and his father. There were many other business men and woman there and although you were nervous, they were all lovely to talk to and Hange made you loosen up.

The night progressed from business talk to family to relationships. A very sketchy topic for you since you didn’t like to talk about it. There was one woman who was by Levi the whole night and you really tried not to be jealous. He wasn’t yours. So why did you feel the angry, green dragon of jealousy wash over you?

“Damn if I had you on my arm, I’ll never complain about anything ever again.” The woman slurs as she sipped her wine. Levi’s buttons were undone and everyone was relatively drunk so you were waiting for Levi to say “yeah. So let’s get outta here.” or something. Instead, something worse was said.

“Too bad I’m in a relationship.” He says and drinks the rest of his whiskey. Erwin, Hange and Erwin’s father snapped to him. “What?! With who?! Why didn’t you tell us?!” Erwin and Hange ask him and Erwin’s father pats him on his shoulder.

“What’s she like?” Hange asks and Levi groans. “As if I’d tell you.” His eyes glance to you. “Come on Levi! Tell us one thing, at least.”

Levi puts his glass down and clears his throat. “She’s beautiful. Witty and clever. She puts up with my shit and she’s special. Very special.” He says and Erwin smiles. You put your head down, staring at the liquid in your glass as if it held all the answers to the universe.

Levi was in a relationship? And he didn’t tell you? That means, this entire time, he was cheating. The thought made you sick to your stomach because as much as you loved Levi, you respected his unknown girlfriend as well and she didn’t deserve to know that her boyfriend had been banging his secretary for the past months.

“She sounds great, son.” Erwin’s father say and he nods. “She is.” She must really have made a special mark on his heart if he’s talking so much about her. You bite your lip trying to not cry. It hurt. It hurt like someone has stabbed your a thousand time and then proceeded to rip your heart out.

When it was time to leave, you kissed Hange and Erwin goodbye as waved goodbye to all of the people. Levi draped his coat over your shoulders and you froze. “Can only imagine how cold you must be.” He says and you nod. Weird. You always joked about everything and was so carefree so what was the change?

You and Levi walked to his car and before he could open the door for you, you opened it for yourself and sat inside. Levi pulled his eyebrows in, confused at your actions but he didn’t say anything. Rather he just went into the car and drove you home.

The entire ride home, you didn’t utter a single word. Not about the restaurant, not about the food, hell not even about him. Your mind was just trying to find a way to break this off in the calmest way possible.

When Levi parked outside your apartment, he turned the car off and looked at you. “You’ve been quiet all night, what’s wrong?” He asks and you breath in a big breath. “I think...we need to stop whatever this is.” You motion between the two of you and Levi’s heart stops. “What? Why?”

“Levi,” you look at him, dejected and tired, “you’re in a relationship and you didn’t tell me. It’s one thing to be doing this but she doesn’t deserve to be cheated on. She sounds like a great girl, by the way. I hope you and her have a good life together.”

Before he could even get a word in, you take off his jacket and jump out the car. You walked up three steps before your arm was caught by a hand, turning you. You almost fell but Levi caught you. “You really are an idiot.” He whispers and you pull away from his shoulder.

“What?”

“I said that you’re an idiot. How can you say that you’re such a great girl and then leave without me agreeing with you?”

Your lips part and before you could say “what?” Levi pulls you in for a kiss. “It’s you, dummy. I was talking about you,” he murmurs against your lips, “you’re witty and clever. You’re the one who can piss me off and turn me on at the same time. You’re the one who can put up with my shit. You’re the one, Y/n.”

You look deep into his gunmetal eyes, flabbergasted and touched. “Wh-Why didn’t you say anything back at the restaurant then?” Levi scoffs.

“I wasn’t going to officially ask you to be mine in front of a bunch of unknown people. What if you rejected me?” He jokes and you kiss him. Again and again.

“Never. I’ll never reject you.” You softly say as he hums against your lips. “Be mine, Y/n.” “I was already yours.”

You stay enveloped in his arms for a while but then he lifts you up and carries you bridal style to your apartment.

“Now can I show you what you being in that dress did to me the whole night?”

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“It’s only you who loves me like you do.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

[actualsaii]

the bet

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 15k

Genre: smut, comedy, university AU

Summary:  You lost a bet and now it’s time to face the consequences. Aka when you lose and now you have to get a tattoo.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30140211

I'm reposting this one in case it's more comfortable for the readers to use tumblr instead of AO3 :) 

“I can’t believe they made me do it,” you murmured under your nose as you passed the street, knowing that your friends still sat in the car parked in the lot across the street with eyes pinned on your nervous figure. The closer you got to the two-story building, the stronger the crippling anxiety inside of you grew, causing your inners to shake under the heavy consequences of your Thursday night’s escapade that culminated into your worst nightmare.

Yes, everything started two nights ago in a shabby university bar that you grew so fond of during the past two years of your studies. It was always packed whether it was a school night or not, full of freshmen and also seniors, from time to time even postgraduate students that seemed to be only a myth to you as you’ve almost never met one outside the classes. However, neither of that mattered that night as you successfully finished your last exam and decided to hit the streets with your two best friends that carefully prepared the night to its tiniest details. Conspiracy was the first word that popped in your mind as the night continued to unfold her secrets, although it was quickly erased with the fifth shot of tequila after which you simply found yourself walking straight to the bar with one and only thing your friends managed to set your mind on.

The hot bartender, also a member of mythical postgraduate group, was your main target even though he was currently busy with lining the glasses of RedBull next to each other while smaller shot cups full of golden liquid, you somewhere in the back of your mind recalled was probably Jägermeister, balanced on the tips of the bigger glasses under. Each of his move was precise, yet you knew this wasn’t the first Jäger-train he had built. The man worked at this bar ever since you could remember - and you also recalled the moment he stepped into your first class of Forensic psychology, looking completely different than you saw him the previous night (which was your first time visiting the bar when you were a freshman) in the club. Just then one of your friends told you he was a postgraduate student who worked at the bar and also taught some classes because of his final research paper. And now he was here again, his longish black hair carefully slicked back, exposing the undercut that made him look like a bad boy. His eyes momentarily flickered up from his work and once they laid on you, smirk flashed through his features and he straightened his posture, done with what he was doing.

“Look who we have here on a school night. Isn’t it a little bit too late for you to be out, ___?” he tilted his head to the side, never allowing the smile to disappear from his handsome features. He was famous for many things, but the nickname he used really preceded his name - Worldwide Handsome.

“Kim Seokjin, nice and friendly as always. Not that it should concern you, but I’m successfully done with all of my exams; so tonight, I’m celebrating. And I’m also on mission,” you leaned closer to him, almost knocking the train made of multiple glasses of alcohol, however you couldn’t care less. There was only one thing on your mind - and you know your friends were watching you somewhere from the booth in the back of the bar. At least they tried because your mind wasn’t the only one clouded by alcohol and a stupid bet you nodded to extremely fast and without giving it a thought or two first.

“So, mission it is tonight. Anyway, congratulations to wrapping up the term. Now, is there something I can do for you? Because, as you can see, it’s Thursday night, and the place is already bursting. Also, my masterpiece is ready for the show,” he said, reaching for the empty shot cup, ready to put the train on move. Your eyes flickered from his to the said masterpiece and you chuckled. Of course, there was something he could do for you but you didn’t want to burst it out loud just like that, not when the place was crowded and you felt countless eyes pinned on you because you occupied the spot by the bar for longer than acceptable.

But then again, you were on the mission and that was more important than some impatient freshmen that expected to put their hands on one of the glasses of Jägerbomb Seokjin has just put on the move. He gently nudged the first shot sitting on the rim of the glass and watched with his eyes full of excitement how the following shot cups fell down like a domino. People around you cheered loudly and suddenly they started grabbing glasses one after another until there was just one left. In a moment you decided to snatch it for yourself, your fingers met with another long and slender ones, covered in black ink and shiny silver rings. Looking up, you realized the crowd of people was gone, scattered all over the place and dance floor while only a few people remained lingering around the bar area. And the man, who was about to steal the drink you set your eyes on, was now staring at you with a smirk that mirrored in his deep and dark eyes. Long strands of his wavy blonde hair fell into his face but he quickly pushed them back, yet he took an advantage of the moment of surprise and snatched the drink before you had enough time to say something.

“Too late, love,” he shrugged and quickly disappeared in the crowd of people, only his blonde hair shining like a beacon, eventually disappearing as well. You turned to Seokjin with lips formed in a shape of a small ‘o’, still processing what has just happened. The bartender smirked and started lining another train of glasses on the surface of the bar, this time with a different type of drink on his mind.

“What was that? Who was that guy?” you asked, momentarily confused but you quickly shook it off your shoulders like an invisible layer of dust. You had to succeed with your mission, some blonde guy stealing the drink you wanted for yourself was out of the question at the moment.

“That was Jeon Jungkook, no one you should care about. Now, what can I offer you, ___? Or are you going to just levitate around until you are brave enough to spill the tea? Because one of your friends is peeking from the booth like a chicken hidden in the bush. What is it that you want?” with those words, he leaned closer over the bar surface and you felt his hot breath hitting your face. And even though your senses were already covered by the heavy sheet made out of tequila and god knew what else, you still felt cigarettes and scotch in his breath, the favorite combination of his when he was working.

You chewed on your lower lip while the wheels in the back of your mind spun like crazy, contemplating whether to come out with your plan or just kept playing your little game of a spy on the mission - even though Kim Seokjin could see straight through you as if you were a thin piece of a transparent paper. So, with a heavy sigh, you smashed your palms against the bar in a dramatic gesture, looking him straight into his eyes. If someone was looking at you, and you were sure there was at least one person watching you besides your friends, they must have thought you were some kind of Seokjin’s crazy fangirl. Which wouldn’t be surprising since the man was quite famous at the university.

“I need Jimin’s number.”

“Oh my god.”

“I’m serious, Seokjin. I need Jimin’s number otherwise I’m in a very big trouble. You have to save my ass,” you basically begged him, now almost laying on the bar as you leaned closer to him. The black-haired bartender only shook his head no and gave you a look somewhere between ‘I like you, you are my friend, but I can’t help you’ and ‘someone please just kill me already before I strangle this girl first’.

“I’m sorry but if you want Jimin number, you have to ask yourself. And since I know the number is not for you, you should tell your friend to man the hell up and ask him herself. He doesn’t bite, you know. Well, at least I think he doesn’t,” he shook his head again and handed you a shot of tequila he managed to pour you while he was talking. Small pout formed on your lips and you tried really hard to pull out the most innocent look on your face, but such a witchcraft had none effect on Kim Seokjin.

“You don’t understand - I promised my friend I would get the number for her. We placed a bet and if I lose… Seokjin, I can’t lose! Of my fucking god, I can’t lose this one. That would be the end of me.”

Something in his face shifted and now he looked genuinely interested in your little mission. A tiny spark of hope lit up in your chest when his eyes softened and he turned to you again.

“What’s the bet about?”

You felt the heat creeping into your cheeks each second of standing by the bar, your eyes now pinned on your hands still placed on its surface. The shot laid untouched in front of you even though you felt your mouth watering just by watching it. And although the level of alcohol in your bloodstream was already dangerously high, you reached out for it and downed the shot in one gulp. Just in case you needed some more courage.

“If I don’t get Jimin’s number tonight, I will have to get a tattoo by the end of the week. So, please, you have to save my ass, Seokjin. I mean, it’s not like I don’t want that tattoo, I’ve wanted it for some time already, but I’m still not sure and—“

“You got to be kidding me, ___. This is the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard,” the almost caring look in his face was quickly replaced by his notorious smug smirk and you knew you were fucked for the night. There was no way he was about to give you Jimin’s number, and walking around the bar, asking random strangers for Park Jimin’s number was out of question.

“I will never forget your betrayal, Kim Seokjin. I will never forget how you turned your back on me. And if you come to me asking for help, I will repay you the same,” your index finger touched his chest and while you were sure you looked dangerous and almost and vengeful, Seokjin just chuckled and sent you one of his precious flying kisses.

“Duly noted, sweetheart. Don’t forget to send me a photo of your new tattoo. I will be waiting.”

And just like that, with his words still echoing through your mind, you showed him your tongue and waltzed back to the table where your friends were sitting.

Of course, without Park Jimin’s number.

And the threat of getting a tattoo dangerously hanging above your head.

“I can’t believe they made me do it.”

It was Saturday morning and the betrayal of Kim Seokjin and the following cheering sounds of your friends still rang through your mind like an annoying sound of the alarm clock set on the phone. You weren’t about to get away with new pledges and promises of getting Park Jimin’s number because your friends simply weren’t about to let you. No, a deal was a deal and now that you lost the bet, you had to get that tattoo from the artist in a parlor downtown. It was a new one and judging by what Sunmi told you a few days ago, they only opened the salon three months ago. However, the number of followers on social network sites grew higher and higher each day so you and your friends agreed it was a good place to get your first tattoo.

Although you weren’t so sure now that you were crossing the street with a paper cup of coffee in your hands. It was an olive branch from your friends when they picked you up at the dorms early in the morning, proposing the breakfast at your favorite café near the university’s main campus. At least something to ease your mind before taking such a huge step forward.

You took a deep breath and looked over your shoulder one last time, checking if those two creatures that came straight from the hell still sat in the car parked in the lot. And of course, they were still there, sending you thumbs up as if to give you a courage to step inside and get that goddamn tattoo. Thinking about that, it was all your fault because you were talking about getting one for a while, so it was only natural your friends took advantage of your big mouth and used it as a weapon against you. Although, you had to admit the smoothness they turned the bet into.

“Why am I even friends with you?” you muttered under your nose and took a sip of the coffee before you reached for the doorknob and pressed it, opening the door with a sound of ring bell accompanying your gesture. You peeked inside - and your inners immediately turned upside down with the scene that unfolded in front of your eyes. Not to mention you almost dropped the paper cup with coffee.

The studio itself looked neat and clean, shiny almost as each piece of furniture and accessory seemed brand new. Right opposite the front door sat a massive black desk with an office chair and a laptop placed on the top. But besides the PC, there was a small plant and an opened sketchbook with a picture you couldn’t see properly because you stood too far away. Not that you wanted to peek inside, not really. The wall behind the table was pitch black with a few modern art pieces and shelves full of books standing there. The remaining three walls were covered in various pieces of paper showing different tattoo motives that were apparently free for customers to choose. But that wasn’t what knocked the air out of your lungs and almost made you change your decision with backing the hell out of the studio, no. What made you almost squeal were two men half hidden behind the paravan that covered the tattooing area from the common area with two black leather sofas and a small coffee table. Even though you couldn’t see their faces properly, you exactly knew who they were. And the fact that one of them was indirectly responsible for you getting in this quite unfortunate situation made your blood boil.

“Park Jimin?”

Both of them immediately snapped in your direction while the said man rolled down his shirt and patted the blonde’s shoulder with a grateful smile curling the corners of his lips up. The blonde one only nodded but once his eyes met yours, there was something wicked mirroring behind his irises - and you were quickly reminded of the Thursday’s night and the talk you had with Seokjin after he successfully made the Jäger-train work. The blonde man was the one who stole your drink. The one who ever so shamelessly snatched it right out of your hands and walked away as if nothing had happened. You clearly remembered the wave of drunken rage that almost swept you off your feet the night it happened - the drink was supposed to be yours, not his. Either way, that fact only added to the moment of surprise you went through the second you realized the tattoo artist was no one else but the blonde thief with arms covered in ink.

“Oh, hi? You are the one from Seokjin’s Forensic Psychology class, right? ___? What are you doing here?” Jimin asked and at that moment, you felt like the dumbest dumbass walking the planet earth. What were you doing here? Oh, yes. The lost bet and the punishment you had to accept according to the terms of the deal. However, that wasn’t something you could come clean about since it would make you look like an… idiot. Complete idiot. So, instead of giving him an answer, your eyes flickered to the direction of the blonde tattoo artists who was now in the process of getting rid of the black latex gloves, throwing them into a trash bin. And as if he felt the weight of your eyes heaving him down, he looked at you with a slight hint of smirk tugging on the corners of his lips. He too seemed to be interested in your answer.

“Yep, that’s me. And to answer your question - I’m here to get a tattoo. I guess that’s what tattoo salons are for?” you tilted your head to the side and gave both males your best smile without being nervous about it.

“Do you have an appointment?” the blonde asked and approached the table where the sketchbook and other notebooks laid. As soon as his question sunk in the air filling the room, you cleared your throat and realized that, perhaps, you should have called beforehand, although this whole situation came into an existence during your Thursday night’s pre-game when you were already intoxicated and so determined to get Jimin’s number no matter what consequences might come out in case you simply failed.

Exactly like you did.

And it brought you here.

Silence fell over the room and for a split second, your brain came up with an idea of asking Jimin for his number and immediately backing away from the previous plan, but then, on the other hand, you weren’t about to chicken out of your punishment. You were too proud to do so.

“No, I don’t think so,” you smiled again, wishing for the mother earth to swallow you and spit you out on the other side of the world since the weight of the look in their eyes grew heavier and heavier each second that passed. They must have thought you were an idiot waltzing into a tattoo salon without an appointment on Saturday morning. Because who would have done that? No one but a psychology student who lost the bet and was now facing its consequences.

“Well, then I guess I will just leave you two alone. Lucky you, Jungkook was supposed to have a day off since it’s Saturday, but as I know him, he wouldn’t say no to a nice young lady, would he?” Jimin smirked and before Jungkook had the opportunity to throw the notebook in his direction, the brown-haired guy grabbed his jacket and disappeared from the salon at the speed of light.

And that made you feel bit anxious because right at the moment, it was just you and the tattoo artist Jungkook who managed to steal your drink, which, for some reason, couldn’t let you cold. The small and tiny voice in the back of your mind told you he must have been a member of the mythical postgraduate students’ group as well, but you weren’t stupid to voice your question out loud. You were just frozen in one place with lips forming a shape of a small ‘o’, unable to put together a rather coherent sentence to explain how you got into such a situation. Not that he should know each detail, but then again, he was the artist and according to Jimin’s words, he was supposed to have a day off until you came, and, well, obviously changed his plans.

Again, according to Jimin’s words.

“If you have a day off, I can come another time. Or I can book an appointment and—“

“It’s ____, right? I’m Jeon Jungkook, nice to meet you. Anyway, it’s fine. Jimin wasn’t on my list either when he came banging on the door early in the morning. One more tattoo wouldn’t kill me, really. I don’t have much to do, anyway,” his voice dropped a few tones lower and it genuinely surprised you how quickly he agreed on something that wasn’t on his schedule, therefore wasn’t supposed to happen. Honestly, you expected him to throw you out of the salon with the same sassy smirk and comment he addressed you with the night you met him at the bar. But nothing like that happened and you suddenly felt the inner storm gaining the momentum, throwing you off balance easily. And maybe, that was the reason you kept standing in one spot with lips still half-parted, staring at the young man standing in front of you with a smile plastered over his features. The smile first seemed to be innocent, reaching his eyes but mirroring something not so innocent any longer as the question slipped his lips. “Did you have fun with your friends?”

Wheezing noise came out of you and he raised his brows in unspoken question.

“I’d rather not talk about that night, really,” you rolled your eyes and bit on your inner cheek as the memory of the night came to you as a wrecking ball.

“Had too much to drink? You should be glad I managed to put my hands on the drink before you did then,” his innocent smile quickly turned into a smug one, reminding you of the way Seokjin basically laughed in your face when he found out about the bet. And since the bartender seemed to be familiar with the blonde tattoo artists, there was this one certain question that popped on your mind like a red light. Was it possible Seokjin told Jungkook about the bet? Did he out you?

No, Seokjin wouldn’t do that. He might have not helped you with getting Jimin’s number, but he certainly wouldn’t do something like blabbering about the bet to his friends who had nothing to do with that. Until now.

“About that - it was my drink, I had my eyes on that first,” you murmured but couldn’t help when the smile tugged on the corner of your lips. Fighting about something so trivial like a drink wasn’t really your thing, yet, for some reason you felt like this business needed to be taken care of.

“Then you should have been faster, love. Now, tell me about that tattoo of yours you want to get. Do you have something on your mind or am I free to come up with a design?” he asked, quickly shifting into his artist mode. He wasn’t really curious about the reason you ended up in his studio, nor he blamed you for barging in like Jimin did in the morning. He simply wanted to start to work, that was all. And you had to admit, it once again stole the wind from under your wings and left you standing there frozen in one place with lips parted but no words leaving them. A wave of admiration towards the young man that dedicated his free time to grace the skin of other people woke up inside of you and brought the butterflies in your stomach to life.

As the question settled in, your mind was suddenly blank like a fresh canvas, not a simple idea crossing it. Your loss of words made him chuckle before he turned to his table and reached for yet another sketchbook laying there. The sound of pages flipping filled the room, accompanied by Jungkook’s soft humming until he found what he was looking for.

“What do you think about this? It’s a free design I made a few days ago but I was too busy to put in on the wall. It looks like something that might suit you. Of course, it’s just my opinion,” with those words he handed you the sketchbook opened on a page with the design he had on mind for you. And you had to admit, it was beautiful. A simple line of flowers tangled together, nothing too exaggerating, quite the right opposite. However, you couldn’t quite grasp the concept of place where he wanted to put it.

“It looks really beautiful, and now I will probably sound too stupid, but where do you want to put it?” you asked, genuinely interested in his answer. Of course, he must have had an idea of where to place it once he was working on it. Your question brought a smile to his face as he came closer and gently grabbed the sketchbook from your hands. He put it back on the table while his right hand remained cuffing your left wrist.

“Here, around your wrist like a bracelet while the rest of the tattoo will continue to the back of your hand. Exactly here,” his fingers traced a delicate way from your wrist to the back of your hand, leaving a burning trace behind. Breath almost hitched in your throat when you realized how close he got to you without you realizing it, however, you quickly collected yourself and fixed your posture, looking into his dark eyes. “It’s your first tattoo and I believe I don’t have to tell you how important it is for you to choose the right place. Consider this a friendly opinion of mine. It would really suit you, ___.”

Just as he finished his little speech, his touch left your hand, yet the burning sensation remained lingering over the surface of your skin.

“That sounds like a really lovely idea,” you murmured as you brought your hand closer to your face, examining the place he traced with his fingers just seconds ago. As much as you weren’t excited about the idea of getting a tattoo this fast, although you’ve always wanted one, you started changing your mind in a snap of fingers. And whether it was the picture you really liked or Jungkook’s aura that was only hard to resist, you didn’t know. What you were sure about was the one and only thing - you weren’t about to back away from this decision. Not anymore.

You were surprised by yourself and the sudden discovery you missed the way Jungkook chuckled and shook his head over your strange behavior.

“Are you sure about that? Because I don’t really want you to chase me down the university halls in case you don’t like it anymore, you know? Tattoo is mostly a permanent thing and let me tell you, it’s really painful if you want to get rid of that. Not to mention it’s almost twice as expensive. Think about it, love,” it almost sounded like he tried to change your mind, and honestly, you felt like a child getting a lecture. Which you didn’t like at all.

“Of course, I’m sure. I wouldn’t be here in the first place if I wasn’t. I’ve wanted a tattoo for a very long time, I just didn’t give it a proper thought - as of what to get and where to place it. I was hoping that since you are a pro—you could help me out with that. Which you did, so…” you shrugged, giving him a look full of confidence. At least, you hoped you did. And as to seal your words, you took a step closer to him with a smile gracing your features. “So, can we do it today?”

Smirk flashed through his features and mirrored in his eyes.

“Of course, love.”

Jungkook put everything into motion rather smoothly and you had to admire the way he basically danced around the salon while he prepared everything he was about to need for your tattoo. From time to time, your eyes flickered to the already prepared design laying on the small table near the tattooing chair you were aiming for. Excitement rushed through your bloodstream just when you imagined the art on your hand. Funny, how everything changed in a snap of fingers and your annoyed mood was quickly replaced by the excitement in the form of butterflies fluttering in your tummy.

“Do you mind if I play some music?” he asked with his back turned to you as he did some last preparations for your tattoo.

“Not at all. It’s your place, play whatever you want,” you shook your head and shrugged down the leather jacket you were wearing. The room was hot and you shouldn’t be wearing it anyway, so you took it off and climbed into the chair, waiting rather impatiently for the blonde artist to be done with his little preparations. The soft tunes of hip-hop music filled the air and you had to smile. For some reason, even though you didn’t know him at all, the music suited Jungkook very much. It went along the aura his persona gave off, almost hand in hand.

“What is that? I’ve never heard this song,” you asked curiously as you made yourself comfortable in the chair, leaning against the leather surface with the butterflies still playing the game of catch in your stomach. Have you really been that excited about getting that goddamn tattoo? Or was Jeon Jungkook responsible for the weird excitement you haven’t seen coming once you stepped out of your friend’s car? Such questions popped in your mind and you had to sigh in defeat as you didn’t have a single answer.

The way your question captured his attention and the way he turned to you with eyes sliding up and down your body in the tattooing chair certainly didn’t help to calm the storm inside of you.

“Do you know Jung Hoseok? He is one of the postgraduates, but other than studying, he likes to work on music. This is one of the songs he released within his mixtape a few weeks ago. It’s only on SoundCloud, so I don’t blame you for now knowing it, but you should give it a try. He is really good,” Jungkook smiled as he was apparently praising one of his good friends, reaching for the box of latex gloves to put a clean pair on. The gesture itself told you he was ready to start working on your design.

“Not only you are a mythical group everyone is talking about, but it seems like all of you have that hidden side no one knows about - well, besides Seokjin. Everyone knows he is the most handsome bartender. I guess he is the reason why the bar is still so packed. But hey, I will give that mixtape a shot. It sounds catchy,” you wondered out loud without giving your words a thought or two. Yet, it has already escaped your mouth and you couldn’t do anything about it. And when Jungkook chuckled, you only hoped he didn’t think you were a complete weirdo.

“Is that so? I’ve never heard anyone calling us a mythical group but I can see the point. It’s just we are always busy with the university and when there’s a slight chance to do whatever else than the research for doctoral thesis, we simply do what we love to do - and it differs from person to person. For me, it’s the salon and the art of tattoo. Although it mostly belongs to my older brother, every time I’m free from uni, I spend my time here,” he was open with you and it almost made your heart melt because even though he didn’t know you properly, he talked to you about the daily basis of his life as if you two were old friends. Plus, his words convinced you he didn’t think of you as a weirdo, which was definitely a very good sign. “I’m sure there’s something you love to do too.”

That made you wonder. There were many things you enjoyed doing, but suddenly, none of them came to your mind as Jungkook kept staring at you, probably waiting for the answer. Your brain worked faster than on the university entrance exam, yet the more pressure you put on that poor thing, the more alert it seemed to be.

“Honestly, I’m glad when I have a weekend off. This is my second year on the university and keeping my shit together is getting harder and harder. But well, there was this period of time when I enjoyed doing Yoga almost every day. Currently it’s just reading books and listening to music. Now you are going to think I’m one of those boring people who like to stay inside instead of partying with a large group of friends,” you decided to be honest with him because there was nothing left to lose. Also, why not being honest with someone who decided to sacrifice his own free time in spite of giving you tattoo?

“Why would I think you are boring? I love being by myself with a good book or a good movie on Netflix. However, I also like to go out with my friends from time to time. And I bet you do, too,” the teasing smirk was back on his lips, although it didn’t last long as he reached for your hand with excited sparkles dancing in his eyes. “Are you ready?”

You only nodded, watching him like a hawk when he reached for the disinfection and turned back to you with a smile tugging on the corner of his lips. And just like before, Jungkook easily slipped into his tattoo artist mode, moving around with grace and something more that made your eyes stay pinned on him rather shamelessly. He must have felt your eyes scanning him up and down when he did the magic to your hand - aka applying the disinfection and then wiping your skin gently once he was done. After that, he put some kind of gel on your skin and when you asked what he was doing, he only chuckled.

“I need to print the design on your skin. It helps with the process,” he said, not giving you a single glance as he was so drawn in each step of his job. Next time you looked down on your hand, he was pressing the paper against your skin, peeling it off after he was sure the design was completely imprinted. The picture came out blue and blurry in some places, but you knew that wasn’t an issue for someone like Jungkook. “Is it okay like that? Do you want me to move it a little?” he asked, pushing back on the chair he was sitting in for you to have space to inspect the future design of your tattoo. You brought your hand closer to your face, inspecting each detail of the pattern, internally already excited about how it was going to look once it was done and completed.

Honestly, it looked nice and somehow, you felt it suited you well. Exactly like he told you when he first showed you the design. Simple and delicate, yet somehow daring. Nonetheless, you must have been checking it for way too long as Jungkook cleared his throat and you were quickly snapped back to the reality.

“Oh, yeah, sorry about that. I think the place is amazing, you don’t need to move it. I can already imagine it,” you smiled without the realization Jungkook was closer to you once again, his hot breath brushing against the skin of your exposed shoulder. You weren’t going to lie here, the shivers danced down your spine crazily and your head spun a little when the scent of his musky cologne attacked your senses. How come you didn’t catch it sooner? Never mind, this wasn’t the right time nor place to be weak for the blonde artist.

Although he was hot.

Very hot.

“Okay then, let’s get this beauty done,” he smirked and you couldn’t do otherwise but mirror the excitement that was entangled within his voice. You outreached your hand for him, mentally preparing for the pain to come. Bonus points for Jungkook who let you breathe out for a while before he grabbed the tattoo machine and leaned closer to you to the point you felt his breath and cologne again. Damn, that kind of thoughts must have clouded your mind completely because you hissed when the needle first touched your skin. Thankfully, you didn’t flinch nor you moved an inch in your seat. Soon, you grew kind of used to the new sensation glazing through your skin.

“You okay?” he looked up to your eyes after a minute or two, you didn’t count. You only nodded, chewing on your inner cheeks because you couldn’t describe the weird sensation. On the scale of ‘it hurts’ to ‘it’s kind of annoying’, your feelings balanced perfectly in the middle.

“Yeah. Just can’t decide if it hurts or not. I mean, it doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it was going to hurt. Am I weird?” you voiced out your thoughts with a chuckle accompanying them, hoping Jungkook would understand the message you tried to send.

“You are not weird. I’ve met countless people who couldn’t quite decipher what they felt, and to be honest with you, I’m surprised you are not squealing in pain considering the place you chose for your first tattoo is quite painful. No offense, of course. Anyway, yeah. Long time ago, me and my brother agreed this type of pain was… somehow exciting. You are expecting something great and you are willing to go such a length to get it, whilst the pain. I, personally, like that pain.”

“I can see that. Considering your arms are basically drowning in the ink. I like it,” the bold confession slipped your lips without you even realizing so. Jungkook stopped working for a split second and looked at you, eyes hazy and suddenly full of something that hasn’t been there before. And as much as you yelled at yourself internally to avoid his gaze, the other half of yourself did quite the right opposite. You started back with the growing smirk curling your lips in a teasing matter. Something inside of you enjoyed the little game that was slowly but surely getting out of control with each second that passed. If he could call you love, you could play with him in return as well.

All while keeping his eyes on yours, he started talking, the process of tattoo momentarily completely forgotten.

“Most of it is mine work, some of it my brother’s. Got my first one when I was sixteen and parents almost killed me. My brother went with me, he played the role of my legal guardian since I was still a minor. And that’s basically how this addiction started. First tattoo, drawing my own designs, getting the machine and experimenting on my own skin. I fucked up some and my brother had to cover it with another design. And I still want more,” he said, giving a special emphasis on the last word as his eyes flickered in your direction for the last time before he started working on the tattoo again. The stinging sensation grew heavier, yet you prevented yourself from yelping or flinching in your place.

Because the sensation of his burning stare caused you feel more than the process of inking your skin itself.

“That really is a sheer talent,” you murmured under your nose, still bothered with the thoughts that kept whirling in your mind like a vortex that swept everything along the way. You thought about his words again and again until a question rolled down your tongue. “Do you think I might end up wanting more too?”

He looked up to you with the long strands of blonde hair falling into his eyes. The urge to push it behind his ear was too strong and you had to resist hard not to reach out to do it. Damn, there was something about him that kept bugging you like crazy.

“I don’t know, love. You can get rid of the tattoo in a year or less. Or you can come barge in like Jimin did because you will want another one. One can never know,” he said as he reached for the paper wipes to clean the first part of the tattoo that crawled around your wrist. His touch was gentle and caring, almost as sweet as the smile that appeared on his lips when he said: “I’m going to finish the outlining and then we can take a break if you want. But I should warn you that after the break, it might hurt a little. Your skin will be triggered, so if you feel dizzy or something, let me know.”

“Now you sound like I might pass out.”

“You wouldn’t be the first one,” again, the sound of his laugh filled the room and you rolled your eyes. “But so far, you are holding really bravely. You are definitely not going to pass out.”

The next twenty minutes passed in silence between the two of you, only the soft tunes of R&B music filled the room. However, that wasn’t something that disturbed you, quite the right opposite. You managed to relax yourself, body almost melting against the chair as you let Jungkook finish outlining the tattoo. However, despite your relaxed state, you couldn’t stop thinking about the way he touched you even though it was just a part of his job. Of course he had to touch you, of course he had to be careful with what he was doing.

But there was something more to it. Something more about Jeon Jungkook and the way he talked to you when he explained the story behind his tattoos. The way his eyes from time to time flickered to you and refused to leave just to hold a tiny piece of eye-contact. Not that you wanted to flatter yourself, but you did. This wasn’t only in your head - he was staring because he probably felt the same connection or how you should call it.

No, it was not connection.

Perhaps something else.

Something you would dare to call desire.

But then again, you didn’t want to flatter yourself.

But you did.

The realisation you were all hot and disturbed because of the blonde tattoo artist covered in ink felt fresh and exciting, however, you were quickly pulled out of the pool of your thoughts when he pushed back and put down the machine, getting rid of the gloves. He threw them into a trash bin and when he looked at you, there was this bunny smile gracing his features.

“Time for a little break. Do you want coffee or something? I bet the one you brought with you must be already cold,” he shook his head and got up from the seat, eyes still pinned on you. For some reason, a thought of him being able to read your thoughts momentarily flashed through your mind - and you felt stupid for even thinking about it. Of course, it was only able in those fantasy books you loved reading.

Yet, his eyes mirrored something deeper.

“Coffee, please. With milk and sugar if I can ask.”

“Of course. Everything for you, love.”

Jungkook wasn’t lying when he said it might hurt after the break. The skin on your hand was triggered and burning, however, you were too proud to admit it was getting too painful and too unbearable. Instead, you kept biting on your inner cheek while your eyes remained on his focused face and his skillful fingers that were almost done with the tattoo. What was first a design in Jungkook’s little sketchbook was now a beautiful art gracing the skin of your hand in a very delicate way. Just when the art was done and Jungkook cleaned your skin, he put on a transparent tape over it and gave you yet another bunny smile.

“And, we are done,” he pushed away from you and got rid of the latex gloves, cleaning the mess around while you hopped down from the chair and checked yourself in the mirror on the wall (although you didn’t really have to since the tattoo was perfectly visible just by looking at it). As you were scanning your posture in the reflection, you also felt something else. A pair of eyes running up and down your body rather shamelessly, and you had to admit - you enjoyed the attention he was giving you.

“You are strangely silent and I’m not sure if I like it or not,” Jungkook surprised you with his words, causing you to finally turn to him with a smile tugging on the corners of your lips. He was already done with cleaning the space, now sitting in the tattooing chair with arms folded over his chest. Something about him was so mesmerizing you found yourself unable to look away and take a deep breath. He seemed the same, though, giving you a rather intimidating look full of undisclosed attention and something more.

“I was just checking the masterpiece you created, that’s all. It looks amazing,” your voice came out strong and steady, surprising even yourself when you finished the sentence with a smile plastered over your features. Ever since you crossed the threshold of Jungkook’s salon, you managed to boost your confidence a little over the small talk and the cup of coffee you two had together during the short break.

“Now you are exaggerating, love. Anyway, I’m glad you like it. The first one is always very special. At least in my case,” the smirk was soon replaced by the bunny smile you found too cute on a guy like Jungkook. His appearance and look probably confused many people - including you. When you saw him for the first time, you thought he was a bad boy, a player, someone who would toy with you around only to tell you off the next day. But the more you were talking to him through the session, the more convinced you grew he was actually a nice guy with passion for art and tattoos. He was a nice example of that ‘to not judge the book by its cover’ saying. Those thoughts seemed to occupy your mind for longer than you thought as Jungkook slid down the chair and came closer to you, examining the tattoo he has just given you. “And it looks very good on you. Hot and tempting, but also sweet and delicate. It’s complimenting you well, love,” this time, he put a special emphasis on the last word, catching you completely off guard. However, you quickly collected yourself as your eyes found his, already staring. Once again, he came too close to you, completely destroying the last pieces of your personal space, but for some reason, you didn’t give a damn. If he was about to play, you weren’t the one to chicken out of this. No, not really. Therefore, came the answer with a smile flashing through your features and the smirk your eyes managed to pull out.

“Thank you, I like that place too. And who knows, I might come for more once I think about it deeper,” you smiled and internally fought the urge to touch him somehow. Anyhow. The aura around him was so welcoming you almost heard it whispering those teasing words into your ear, luring you to come closer despite the fact his work was over for now. You didn’t want to be done with him, not yet. You wanted more.

And moreover, you wanted him to call you like that again.

Gosh, being attracted to someone has never been more annoying than at this very moment when you wanted nothing more but to lean closer and—

“I’d be very happy, to be honest,” he took a step back, however, the smirk remained lingering over his facial features, giving you that tiny spark of hope that the game wasn’t finished just yet. But then again, he took a step back and it was a sign for you to do the same.

“Surely I will let you know in advance next time. Now, how much do I owe you?”

“How much what?”

“How much for the tattoo, Jungkook,” you couldn’t help but put a special emphasis on his name that rolled down your tongue easier than you first expected. He seemed to be caught off guard momentarily before a soft sound of him chuckling filled the room.

“Nothing,” he shrugged as if it indeed was nothing, as if he just didn’t grace your skin with his art.

His answer made you look at him in pure shock, blinking once and twice before his answer settled and you finally understood the simple word that left his lips. Just when you were about to scold him a little, he caught you unprepared with yet another shocking answer. “I stole a drink from you, so think about this as a payback. Also, you seem to be friends with Seokjin - and Seokjin’s friends are my friends.”

It was quick and bold answer, leaving you standing there as if someone spilled a bucket of cold-ass water over your head. Your lips formed a shape of a small ‘o’ and you very probably looked like a complete idiot.

“No, I can’t let you do that. I came here on your day off; you can’t give me a tattoo for free.”

“My studio, my rules, love. However, you are right about this one,” he wondered out loud, giving you a look that you couldn’t decipher, quite the right opposite. The look and his answer made your heart beat faster, almost as if it wanted to jump straight out of your ribcage. However, you kept it cool, just casually waiting for him to tell you more.

But he didn’t.

“So?”

“So… let’s just say you owe me this one, love. Let’s settle this as a debt I can collect anytime I want. What do you think about that?” he tilted his head to the side and gave you a look that was supposed to look innocent, yet there was nothing innocent about the mischief burning in his eyes. And despite the fact you didn’t know what did he mean by the ‘debt he could collect anytime he wanted’, the idea somehow excited you, causing the butterflies to play the game of catch in your tummy again.

“I think that’s something I can agree on.”

“Then give me your number, love,” he fetched his phone and unlocked it, handing it to you right after. You took a deep breath, typing the number and giving it back almost immediately. You didn’t dare to save the number, honestly curious about what name he was about to use for you. But as much as you tried to peek, Jungkook turned away from you, typed something down and then gave your phone a quick call so you had his number as well. Just then he put the phone back into the pocket of his jeans. Pout momentarily flashed through your features, but once he turned back to you, it was quickly replaced by a smile. At least you had his number now.

“Alright so… I’m gonna go now. Thank you for… you know, staying and working despite you were supposed to have a day off.”

“No need to thank me, pretty one. Let me tell you, it was a very well spent time. I will see you around? Perhaps on Seokjin’s anniversary party at the bar next week? Or… perhaps sooner, who knows,” the same mysterious look appeared in his face once again as he gave you a look. You tried not to pay attention to the way he ghosted after you while you collected your stuff and slid into the leather jacket. “And don’t forget to take care about the tattoo. Leave the tape on for approximately twenty-four hours and then gently wash it. And use a special lotion, here, I almost forgot,” it was impressive how quickly he snapped into his artist mode, reaching for one of the tubes standing on the shelf nearby. “Here, use this. Twice or thrice a day. If anything, call me.”

“Thank you, Jungkook. I will see you.”

“I already can’t wait, ____.”

Perhaps Jungkook was right when he said he would see you at the bar next week. And maybe, just maybe, you expected that stupid call or debt-collecting way sooner. Because once you came home from the tattoo session at his salon, you did nothing else but stared at your phone, almost cursing yourself for being that worked up over a boy you’ve only spent a few hours with. Yet, he left you excited and expecting, although nothing came. The week was long and boring, you mostly spent it with your friends or cuddled under the blanket with Netflix and bottle of red wine. From time to time, you thought about giving him a call first, but you always declined the idea as soon as it rubbed against your mind. You didn’t want to seem desperate; you didn’t want to look like another freshmen thirsting over the postgrad student, way out of your league.

But then again.

The way he talked to you never left your memory, quite the right opposite. Your brain decided to rub it in your face until the night of Seokjin’s anniversary party came and your friends came barging into your dorm room with paper bags full of alcohol they claimed to be a ‘pre-game you needed’. Drinks were followed by loud laughter and fight over who was about to use the bathroom first - because it had the biggest mirror and the best lightning needed for a precise make-up process.

Hours later, you finally made it to the bar, wearing short black dress your friends chose for you despite your loud protest. At first, it felt a bit uncomfortable because you were used to visit the place wearing jeans or shorts with comfortable tops, but once you realized you weren’t that underdressed, it calmed your mind a little since there were girls wearing considerably less amount of clothes.

“I’m thinking about tequila, what about you?” one of your friends asked, actually not waiting for you answer as she made a straight bee line towards the bar. Not caring about people waiting, she fought her way towards the bar and ordered you a round of the drink you swore you would never drink again. Yet, some promises were made to be broken - all over again, in your case.

After you received your shot of tequila, you cheered with your friends but not for long. It literally took them ten minutes to disappear, dancing in random corners of the bar with random dudes while you tried your best to find a calmer place - which was a corridor that led to the restrooms and deeper, where the visitors of the establishment weren’t allowed.

Not that you weren’t about to have fun, not at all. You just wanted to check your phone in case… well, you were probably very much head over heels for Jeon Jungkook who didn’t give you a call or spared you a text since last Saturday, but who were you to blame him?

“Looking for someone?”

You almost jumped in your place, placing the phone back into your purse as you turned around and face Seokjin, the handsome bartender to whom this crazy party has been dedicated. Instead of his usual place behind the bar, he seemed to have a night off, enjoying the party at its fullest.

“No, not really. My friends dumped me and I wanted to check my phone, that’s all,” you shrugged with a smile on your face, crossing your arms over your chest right after. “What about you? Aren’t you having fun tonight? It’s your third anniversary as the most handsome bartender - as I heard. What are you doing here?”

Yes, what was he doing there? In the hallway that led towards the door to the supply room when he wasn’t even working? Perhaps he was seeking some lone time as well, you didn’t know.

“Oh, we are at the VIP box with the guys but we ran out of some bottles so I was just going to get them. It’s easier than fetching it from the bar. Do you mind giving me a helping hand?” he asked with a genuine smile plastered over his features. You quickly nodded, following him to the supply room. You’ve never been there before which made you feel like going on an adventure. Seokjin quickly grabbed a few bottles of whisky, handing you two of them as he collected more. You gave him a look but he left it without answer which only left you wondering just how many guys were out there, sitting in the VIP box he had mentioned before.

“So, are you enjoying the party?” you asked and followed him out of the supply room, hands full of bottles of alcohol. Seokjin scoffed but smile crawled to his lips almost immediately.

“I’d rather spend the night behind the bar. I mean, I’m not saying I’m not enjoying the night, but it feels different to be on the other side. I guess I’ve been working here for way too long to enjoy a proper night off.”

“Come on, this is your party, you should enjoy it,” you nudged him as you navigated your way through the crowd of people dancing on the floor. The VIP box was located on the second floor of the bar, way calmer spot for people who just wanted to chat and enjoy the night without bumping into already intoxicated (mostly) freshmen. Way up there was a bit challenging with high heels and your hands full, but you successfully reached the spot - and almost dropped the bottles when your eyes met with Jeon Jungkook’s. He seemed to be surprised to see you up there but he quickly adapted to the situation and offered you a smile that quickly transformed into a welcoming smirk.

You put the bottles on the table, completely ignoring the looks of others, and straightened your posture.

“Okay, so… I’ll go,” you didn’t know who did you address your words to, but Seokjin was the one to answer you almost immediately.

“Why would you go? You said your friends dumped you. Stay with us for a while and then you can go. I don’t think the others would mind,” he said, turning to the guys sitting around the table. They shrugged one after another until it came to Jimin and Jungkook. The duo seemed to welcome you way warmer than the others, deep into a conversation about a thesis that was completely out of a place.

“Come, sit, sweetheart,” Seokjin ushered you to the last vacant spot next to Jungkook who immediately moved to give you slightly more space. Not so much, though, as he shamelessly threw his arm on the couch over your arms. He didn’t touch you, but you knew the motion spoke for itself.

“So, you got dumped, huh?” he asked, leaning a bit closer so you could hear him. The music might have been a bit more silent than down there, but people still needed to sit closer to each other if they didn’t want to yell like crazy. Exactly like the rest of them since the conversation seemed to escalate into something reminding more of a fight.

“It depends on the point of view. They were pretty much smashed before we even arrived here. You know, the pre-game and stuff. So, after a shot of tequila, they disappeared to look for an adventure like Powerpuff girls. I’m not blaming them, it’s not the first time. And right now, I guess I’m talking way too much, aren’t I?” you looked at him, kind of flustered by your own behavior. The words just fell off your mouth without you thinking about them first. Perhaps you were intoxicated more than you first thought and it perfectly mirrored on the way you were talking to him - shamelessly and without filter between your brain and mouth.

“You can never talk too much, love.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. At least you are not blushing and giggling like crazy. That’s really something I’m not digging,” he shook his head and looked into your eyes but soon, the gaze dropped to the hand in your lap. He gently reached for it, his thumb recreating the lines of the tattoo that was already in the process of healing. “Seems like you didn’t forget to take care about it. Good girl,” his voice dropped a few tones lower and his breath caressed your skin. Your eyes met and your heart fluttered, the urge to lean closer was back and on the highest alert. Yet, you were still not intoxicated enough to simply lean closer, grab his collar and kiss him right here, in front of his friends. Also, the way Seokjin peeked over his shoulder to check on you to stopped you from proceeding with the plan that has just come to life in your mind.

But taking one brave step forward would harm anyone, would it?

You leaned closer to his ear, desperately fighting the way his cologne was making you go crazy, and whispered: “Exactly like you told me, Jungkook.”

His posture changed and you could swear you saw the muscles shifting under the layers of clothes he was wearing. With clenched jaw and closed eyes, it took him a while to come back to his senses. Yet, you never pulled away from him, enjoying the scent of his musky cologne taking over your senses rather quickly.

“Love, what are you doing right now?”

“What am I doing?” you asked, blinking once and giving him an innocent smile. “I’m not doing anything, Jungkook. I just let you know I’m taking care about my tattoo the way you told me to.”

“Right,” he straightened his posture and cleared his throat. Something inside of you chuckled, the silent voice telling you that indeed, the game you started to play last week was on the table once again. With those thoughts, you watched as he reached for one of the bottles on the table and turned to you with a question mirroring in his eyes. You only nodded, giving him a go to pour you a glass.

Suddenly, you completely forgot about the pre-game drinks and the round of tequila you had shortly after you’ve arrived at the establishment. You forgot how annoying the hungover might be in the morning. Also, it was too late to think about it when Jungkook handed you a glass of whisky you brought with Seokjin. It was neat, without ice cubes you would be happy for, but this had to do.

“To—is there something we should cheer to, love?” he asked, taking his previous place next to you. Dangerously close to you. You looked at the glass in your hands and let out a humming sound.

“First, we should toast to Seokjin. In the end, this is his party,” with those words, you turned to Seokjin who occasionally kept an eye on you two. He smiled and nodded, joining the toasting process without even being invited. When the others joined and their loud cheering filled the space, you turned back to Jungkook without taking a sip of the drink. “And then, perhaps, we should drink to this masterpiece you managed to create on my hand,” you smiled softly, yet the softness never reached your eyes as the game has already started. And you hated being on the losing end.

“You are the fierce one, I see. Honestly, I misjudged you a bit,” he said, downing the drink and putting the empty glass on the table. You did the same and leaned back, your nape brushing against his arm that managed to find the way around your shoulders once again.

“Now you got me interested. How did you misjudge me, Mr. Jeon?”

“Easy as that - you came to my studio visibly stressed on Saturday morning. I knew you were not sure about getting the tattoo at first, but then, something changed. As if something has clicked inside of you and you took the complete opposite direction. I liked that. I liked that a lot. But then again, I’ve already told you I’m not digging the fake shy game. You decided to be honest with me,” he shrugged, offering you a genuine smile.

And that was the moment the smile vanished from your face.

Because you weren’t completely honest with him.

You didn’t tell him the whole tattoo thing was just a bet because you didn’t manage to get Jimin’s number. Yes, that satan who now sat at the same table as you, laughing loudly on something his best friend told him. However, you weren’t mad about the bet anymore, because what came out of the consequences you had to accept was something beautiful. Something you fell in love with your eyes fell on it.

And perhaps that was the reason you decided to be honest with Jungkook once again. You took a deep breath, desperately trying to calm the inner storm that dispersed the game of catch the butterflies played in your stomach.

“Actually, there’s something I have to tell you.”

“Come at me, love. Tell me whatever you want.”

“The tattoo… when I came into your salon last weekend, without having an appointment… it was a consequence of a bet I lost the night you stole my drink. I— I believe I don’t have to tell you what that bet was about, but the condition was simple. If I fail, I’m about to get a tattoo. I believe my friends used it against me because I was talking about getting one for quite a time, so… this was just a push for me,” suddenly, you weren’t so brave and bold as before. You felt shrinking in your seat, the touch of his hand on your shoulder almost burning. For some reason, you expected a storm coming but instead, your senses met with a chuckle that escaped Jungkook’s lips. He shook his head, giving you a rather unbelievable look.

“So, a bet, huh? I’m not gonna lie to you, love. You are not the first one to get a tattoo because of a bet. Although, I didn’t consider you the type to accept conditions like this. I guess I should put that on the mental list I made about you - things about ____ that keep surprising me. We should drink to that.”

You looked at him with mouth wide open, probably looking like an idiot. You were expecting a lecture but instead, he laughed in your face - and didn’t forget to flirt along the way. And although you were pretty much caught off guard, you quickly collected yourself and relaxed a little. Your little secret was out and you felt much lighter.

“May I know what was that bet about?”

“No, you may not. Now, pour us that drink.”

“Savage. I like that as well,” smirk graced his features momentarily. Your glasses were soon filled with another round of the golden liquid that easily slid down your dry throat and numbed your senses more. The good old feeling of intoxication clouded your view of world and your head spun a little, making you lean into Jungkook. The blonde didn’t seem to mind as he finished his drink and his hand other hand slid to your thigh, leaving a burning trail as it finished its journey on your exposed knee. He was silent for a moment, his eyes dropped to his hand that explored your skin, fingers dancing on the floor of your naked skin. The sparks of electricity were undeniable, making you take a deep breath.

“So? How did you decide? Do you want to get rid of that or do you want another one?” his hot breath met the sensitive skin under your ear as he leaned closer to ask you a question you didn’t see coming. Just then his hand left your knee and grabbed yours, thumb once again recreating the lines of tattoo he gave you. The way he was basically curled around you, shielding you from the outer world that seemed to go wild around you, made your breath got stuck in your throat, unable to give him a proper answer even though you were basically screaming in the back of your mind.

“I haven’t given it a thought yet, to be honest. But if I wanted another one, I’d definitely book an appointment beforehand, no worries about that.”

“Well, that’s your call to make. You have my number, so it’s going to be fairly easy,” he murmured, leaning even closer to you, not giving a damn about his friends sitting around the same table. You looked at him, taking a deep breath just to get a little bit higher on his musky cologne. And although his breath was mixed with alcohol and perhaps cigarettes as well, you so wanted to lean in and kiss those two sweet cushions. Inches of air held you from kissing each other, inches of nothing but space you hated so much. You hated it existed and you hated it prevented you from kissing the blonde tattoo artists. Although, everything you needed to do was simply to lean in and steal the kiss.

You didn’t do it.

No, you didn’t.

Because he was faster.

He crossed the last line of your personal space and pressed his lips against yours in a kiss that was sweet but tempting at the same time. You felt the tip of his tongue caressing your lower lip, wordlessly asking for a permission to slip in and give you more.

But there was this thing.

You weren’t alone. Not at all.

That was the reason you pushed back even though the kiss left you feeling like a hot mess. And before you had a chance to speak, he pressed his index finger on your lips.

“It’s time to collect my debt, love.”

“Collect how?”

“Do you want to get out of here?” he asked, boldly.

You felt your head spinning and you didn’t know whether it was because of the alcohol or the excitement that rolled through your body and settled in your core, sending painful pangs to your lower parts. Yet, you managed to give him an answer right away.

“Like where?”

“Like to my place.”

“Gladly.”

The cold night outside seemed to be the only witness of your little escape from Seokjin’s party. Jungkook’s friends sitting around the table were too busy with the fiery conversation going on to notice the two of you left, and your friends were nowhere to be seen. The club was packed, so Jungkook had to hold your hand tightly when he navigated the way through the ocean of dancing bodies. You liked it; the way his fingers tangled with yours, holding tightly onto you just to be sure you wouldn’t disappear or bail from his debt-collecting plan.

When you finally got out of the club, the cold air brushed against your skin and sobered you up a little to the point you realized what you were about to do, but Jungkook didn’t seem to care as he led the way down the street, knowing exactly where to go. Just when you crossed the street and walked for a few more minutes, you realized his studio wasn’t that far away.

The studio.

Was he really taking you to his studio?

“Didn’t you say we are going to your place?” you asked, a little bit dumbfounded when he didn’t aim for the main entrance of the tattoo salon, but instead led the way to the other side of the building. Another door came to your sight and Jungkook fished the keys from the inner pocket of his leather jacket. He noticed you staring at him with furrowed brows and he chuckled.

“Of course, love. This is my place, you just haven’t seen it all, that’s it,” he said as he unlocked the door and pulled you into a dark hallway. He closed the door and locked it again, but instead of turning on the lights, his arms sneaked around your waist like a pair of snakes, pulling your body closer into his. The way he teased you back in the club was nothing compared to how he held you at the moment, his chest hot and heaving with every breath he took brushing against you, igniting the fire again. “I hope you didn’t change your mind, princess.”

“Not yet,” teasing words rolled down your tongue and were followed by loud yelp when Jungkook’s hands slid down your bum and made you jump into his arms. The dim light of the street lights that peeked inside through the windows illuminated his face and revealed the smirk curling his lips.

“Love, you know I like it when you are fierce, but even I have my boundaries. So, if you don’t want to end up with blue ass and shaking legs, I wouldn’t go there if I were you,” he murmured into your ear and turned around as if you weighed nothing. His motion only made you wrap your arms around his shoulder and bury your face into his neck. Soon, you felt him climbing the stairs to the upper floor. Curiously, you looked around only to see nothing. The room was covered in darkness, not even the street light reaching inside.

“Mhm, mysterious,” you mumbled under your breath and squinted your eyes in desperate effort to scan the place. Jungkook only chuckled and continued in his little journey until he reached one of the doors, bringing you inside. Finally, he switched the lights on and revealed the place he brought you to.

The room was coated in darkish colors and was dominated by a big bed with sheets crumpled in a messy pile. Opposite the bed was a working table with PC and a pile of sketchbooks and in one of the corners stood a guitar. The rest of the room was made by wardrobe, drawers and shelves. It was simple yet it somehow complimented his persona. For a while, you just stood there, looking around yourself to grasp a tiny detail that would tell you something more about Jungkook’s character. And just when you were about to dive in, a pair of strong arms curling around your waist from behind cut the train of your thoughts.

“Do you want something to drink?”

You turned in his arms, wrapping yours around his neck to pull him into a kiss that seemed to be the most natural thing ever. Your lips met in a sweet kiss that soon grew into something more heated, perhaps a fight for dominance you immediately lost as he pressed you closer to his chest and caressed your lower lip with his tongue. You opened your mouth, welcoming him with a silent whimper that crawled from deep inside of you. He smirked into the kiss, deepening it a little to lure another series of moans out of you. And when he pulled away with the same smirk still playing over his features, you pouted.

“That wasn’t an answer, sweetheart.”

“I don’t want to drink. I want you,” you murmured and your fingers started to work on his leather jacket, slowly rolling it down his shoulders until the piece of clothing hit the floor. But you didn’t stop, the jacket wasn’t enough. Your fingers found the way to the buttons of his shirt, undoing one after another until his firm chest came to view and you took a deep breath.

“Seem like you like what you see, love,” Jungkook wondered out loud, chuckling right after. Honestly, you didn’t mind stripping you off the clothes that covered upper part of his body. He didn’t even mind when your fingers touched his burning skin and recreated the lines of tattoo covering his chest and stomach, mainly the tattoo of tiger and its paw that disappeared under the waistband of his peeking boxers. When you touched him there, his hand shot up and handcuffed your wrist. “In this household, we play the fair game,” with his words, you found yourself pressed against the wall with his lips lingering around the skin of your neck. So close, yet so far; his lips left you desiring when he didn’t kiss you there. And you were craving him. You wanted him like crazy. Your mind was clouded, your eyes seeing red as he carefully peeled your jacket off your body. Cold air mixed with his hot breath gently caressed your skin and you trembled, wishing for nothing but to be in his arms already.

“Then strip me,” surprisingly, your voice came out steady and full of confidence. Even Jungkook blinked once before the infamous smirk flashed through his features - and to your very surprise, he took a step back until the back of his knees meet the bed and he sat down. Spreading his legs while leaning back on his elbows, he teasingly clicked his tongue and you felt his eyes running up and down your body.

“Why don’t you do it yourself, love?”

Wave of heat rolled through your body and your cheeks flushed momentarily. He took the game to yet another level and for a split second, you weren’t so sure about playing. But then again, your eyes briefly flickered in his direction and you had to swallow the whimper crawling up your throat.

“Fine,” you shrugged and reached for the straps of your dress, internally cursing your friends for making you wear it. This piece of dress was too tight to allow you to wear a bra underneath, but thankfully, you could afford to wear at least panties. The process of thinking slowed down your motion which only boosted the hunger in Jungkook’s eyes. The spark of power play flashed between the two of you as you finally managed to pull one string down - and the second followed right after. You’ve never stripped in front of anybody - if you didn’t count your friends, but that was a completely different case - so you weren’t so sure about what you were doing. Yet, Jungkook seemed to like it. His hand slid to his crotch where the bulge started to form while a silent curse left his lips.

You pushed the fabric lower over your hips and let it hit the floor before you stepped out of it, kicking the high heels off your feet along the way. Shivers danced down your naked spin and you trembled a little under the weight of Jungkook’s heavy gaze. He was silent for a while, only staring at you as his tongue poked his inner cheek.

“I always knew you were a piece of art, love,” his words surprised you and brought yet another wave of blush to your cheeks. Even in the middle of a heated moment he was complimenting you like a true gentleman. His posture straightened as he sat on the bed and signaled you to come closer. “Come closer, sweetheart.”

Your body acted on autopilot, approaching him only to stop between his parted legs. He looked at you from down there, long blonde strands of hair falling into his eyes as his hot breath brushed against the soft spot under your exposed breasts. The shyness went completely away when he leaned closer and his lips traced a line of wet kisses down your stomach. And again, as if your body didn’t belong to you at all, your fingers found a way to his hair, tugging on the strands tightly when he slid down the bed and dropped to his knees to reach lower.

The tingling started in your fingertips, making them numb to the soft feeling of his hair, and continued to your inners, travelling down to your core that you already felt dripping wet. Your panties were ruined the moment Jungkook stick his tongue and copied the curve of its lacy hem. But before he could do something more, you pushed away, looking at him through your hazy eyes.

“Sit.”

Throaty laugh crawled out of his mouth, but he obediently sat back on the bed, waiting for your move. You weren’t so sure about your next move, but what you knew what that you couldn’t let him continue in his little play. You were already balancing at the edge of falling down the pit of pleasure - and honestly, you didn’t want to let go that easily. And that soon.

You waged your way between his legs only to drop to your knees like he did seconds ago, undoing his pants rather quickly. The bulge in his pants didn’t escape your attention and you found yourself licking your lips. The situation completely took over your senses and turned you into a someone who desperately sought something raw and feral.

“Must be painful, isn’t it, honey?” he was the pro in using pet names, but who said you couldn’t give him one as well? Mainly when he looked like he really enjoyed you calling him like that. However, you quickly hushed those thoughts to the corner of your mind and rolled down his pants, throwing it into the space behind you. Fierce, really. Suddenly, Jungkook was sitting in front of you only in his boxers, yet you decided to get him rid of those as well.

Wearing nothing but ink and the smug smirk on his face, you took another deep breath to calm your senses before your eyes dropped to his lower area. Tall and hard, his cock brushed against his underbelly with his red tip that called for some attention.

“It indeed was painful, thank you for your help, little one,” suddenly, his voice dropped a few tones lower and you swallowed hard, contemplating what to do next. Of course, you weren’t stupid, you knew what to do next. However, you wanted to adore the view in front of you for a little longer.

Because the naked man in front of you kicked the air out of your lungs completely.

“Well then we should do something about it, don’t you think?” you leaned closer, fingers curling around the base of his pulsing cock. Whimper escaped Jungkook’s lips and you smirked, leaning even closer to gently kiss his rosy tip.

“Love, don’t tease me,” he murmured, voice deeper than before because of the tense atmosphere lingering around. You had none of his shit as you took him in and twirled your tongue around his length, feeling the veins popping out. You gave him a few licks before diving deeper, letting his tip brush against the back of your throat. His whole body tensed under you and his hand found a way to your hair, tugging on it rather harshly. Not that you minded.

“Fuck, love, just like that—“ he threw his head back and moaned loud, causing you to swallow on purpose. You looked up at him exactly at the same moment he looked at you, eyes wide open as a deer caught in the flashlight in the middle of the road. What happened next was too fast for you to catch up but suddenly, you found yourself caged under his firm body on the bed, legs wide apart as he squeezed himself in between. His whole posture changed, the features of a soft artist were gone and replaced by something harsher and hungrier. He was hungry for lust and passion. He was hungry for you.

“It’s time for you to get rid of these,” he murmured, pushing away only to get you rid of the panties. The sound of fabric ripping filled the room and you gasped, giving him a rather offended look.

“Those might have not been my favorite one, but hey! I’m not going home completely underwear-less!”

“Who said you are going back home?” the cockiness in his voice caught you completely off guard and unprepared when he parted your legs again and slid lower, making himself comfortable in between. “Because I’m not letting you go home that soon, love,” with those words, you felt his lips burning a fiery path down your underbelly until he reached your womanhood. And then, the fireworks exploded behind your closed eyes. First, you felt his lips sparing your nether lips soft kisses, nibbling and sucking gently. Then, you felt his tongue sliding up and down your slit, lapping around to drink your juices. And last, you felt his teeth gently teasing your clit which almost pushed you towards the bliss you wanted to hold off for as long as possible.

But your plans were ruined the moment you felt one of his fingers pushing in slowly, curling inside only to leave your body twisting on his bed and in his sheets. Soon, second finger followed, stretching you oh so good while his lips never stopped the wicked dance with your clit. Moans mixed with curse words fell down your lips and your fingers tangled within his blonde locks in a desperate need for climax. And as it was slowly building inside of you, you rolled your hips against his face and now three fingers that pushed in and out in a desperately slow manner. The man exactly knew what he did to you - and he enjoyed it.

“Jungkook—I—I need to cum. Please—“ you stuttered with the last strength you found in yourself, giving him a look. He started back, looking like a hot mess between your legs with your juices glistering all over his face.

“You sound so good when you are pleading, love. Do you want it that much? Huh?” he asked, picking up the pace and you nodded, desperately rolling your hips against his hand. You felt the spasm coming, dangerously close, peeking around the corner. Chuckling sound filled the room as he dove deep into your core again, this time sucking harsher. That was the last action that finally pushed you towards the first orgasm of the night. You let go and welcomed the warm arms of the bliss, screaming and moaning while Jungkook tried his best to guide you through the paradise. The motion of his hands slowed down and he spared your inner thighs sweet kisses to calm you down a little.

It’s been a while since you experienced orgasm this hard and heavy, clouding your senses for minutes until you came back to yourself. You opened your eyes to meet Jungkook’s. He was hovering over your, his erecting poking your inner thighs only reminding you that indeed, he needed some release as well.

“You are so beautiful,” with those words, he leaned closer and gave you a taste of yourself, the kiss so sweet but so passionate at the same time. After you were sure your body recharged at least a little, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, bodies colliding together. Yet, what was sweet once again turned into something not so innocent anymore. His hips rolled against yours and you were again reminded of his pulsing shaft.

“Jungkook—“

“Yes, my love?”

“I need you. Take me. Make me yours.”

“As you wish, my love,” he spared you one last kiss before he pushed away and reached for the nightstand. You gave him a confused look before you realized he was reaching for a pack of condoms. Smile sneaked to your features as you grabbed his arm and pulled him closer again. And at that moment, it was his turn to be confused.

“You don’t need that. I’m clean and on pills so—“

“Shit, don’t tell me twice,” he was back above you, his hand crawling down to his shaft to give himself a few pumps before you felt his tip brushing against your slit. The familiar wave of heat rolled through your body and you didn’t even have enough time to collect yourself as he slowly pushed in, grunting noise accompanying his motion. Slowly, from the tip to the base he filled your pulsing walls and halted, his eyes scanning your face to find a tiny hint of discomfort. However, there was none, only a pure need to urge him to move.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” his voice came out low and hoarse with the first roll of his hips. Unable to form any coherent word or sentence, you only nodded, desperately reaching for him to hold onto something. The gentleman he was, he leaned closer, however the motion caused him to part your legs even wider until you find yourself in a position when your legs were pressed against your chest while Jungkook picked up the pace, sliding deeper and deeper with each thrust of his hips. He looked at you and despite the lust that almost sent you to another dimension, you managed to give him a smirk.

“I told you—I did yoga.”

“From now on, you are only practicing yoga with me, love,” smug smirk tugged on the corner of his lips as his thrust became harsher and you felt his tip hitting your cervix.

“You wish,” your teasing manners didn’t leave you even in such a situation, and you soon felt your legs pressed between his and yours shoulders as he decided to lean in and shut you with his own lips. The kiss was hot and heavy, broken from time to time because you the moans that crawled out of your throat. Each thrust of Jungkook’s hips became harder and deeper, which made you call out his name loudly. You felt the sensation building inside of you, slowly but surely. Clenching around him, you tried desperately to push him towards his own limit which was already visible in his hazed eyes. He was close and so were you, yet letting go still seemed out of option.

“More,” you murmured, tugging on his lock, pushing him closer and closer to the finish line. You felt him twitching harshly inside of you, first drops of precum warming your insides.

“Fuck, love, I’m so close.”

“Then cum with me,” your voice came out as a desperate cry, eyes almost tearing as you looked at him, completely lost in the view he provided you. Hot mess was nothing compared to the man towering over you, desperately chasing over the sweet release.

His hand found a way between your sweaty bodies, crawling lower until it reached your clit and gave it a few rubs which finally pushed you towards the finish line. Your body was momentarily caught in a spasm before you allowed yourself to let go, screaming and desperately digging your nails into the skin of Jungkook’s back. The second orgasm of the night felt stronger than the first one, mainly when Jungkook kept thrusting into you, still not there. And you let him. You let him overstimulate you until his body tensed and his cock twitched inside of you for the last time before the thick warm sprouts of his release coated your insides and eventually leaked out into his sheets. His body collapsed into yours and you let a whimper. The heavyweight of his relaxed body made you unable to breathe and when you tried to push him away, it didn’t work.

“Kook, baby.”

“Hmpf.”

“Jungkook.”

Nothing.

“Jeon.”

“What?”

“I can’t breathe.”

“Crybaby,” he murmured and slowly pushed away while gently pulling out of you. The sudden lack of his girth made you whimper but you soon found yourself comfortable as he rolled over and pulled you closer to his arms. His chest was firm but soft at the same time, the slight scent of his musky cologne mixed with post-sex scent lingering around. He pressed a kiss to your hair and chuckled.

“What was that?” you asked, too tired to actually look at him.

“Nothing. I just didn’t imagine collecting my debt to end up like this.”

“Now you are lying.”

“No, I’m not, love,” he shook his head and spared the crown of your hair another kiss. “I wanted to ask you on a date. Well, I guess we skipped that stage. Unless…”

“Unless?”

“Unless you want to go on date with me.”

Now that was something that made you look at him with a question mark hanging above your head. The man that has just fucked the soul out of you turned into a complete sweetie asking you out for a date. How unbelievable.

“That I’d love to, Jungkook.”

Heavy sigh left his lips. It almost looked like he was relieved.

“And you know what else I want?”

“What is that, my love?”

“Drink. I want my drink, Jungkook.”

“I swear to god… You are going to be the death of me.”

[edwad]

why does capital require human labor instead of machines? i think i've seen some traditional marxists explain it as something along the lines of their explanation for falling profit rate like "humans are variable capital, machines are fixed capital so capitalists can't squeeze more out of machines eventually" but i'm curious what your take is

that's a bad explanation which doesn't really answer the question and also isn't really true. machines can be sped up, worked upon harder, etc. you can say that labor is the active part of this but that doesn't erase the dynamism created by the machinery above and beyond human capacity and also doesn't explain why it ought to be the active part that makes the difference (or even how to separate the active part out neatly! or how this would even stand up to orthodox claims about the active part played by the entrepreneur etc). machines have limits to this, sure, but so do humans and marx spends a lot of time on the way that capital attempts to extend the natural (and moral!) limits of the working day but ultimately it cant do this completely, it eventually runs up against an absolute boundary. humans can't keep working for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, etc.

the argument i tend to make, which is admittedly less of a "proof" than what most people want for these questions (which i think largely stems from the nature of social theory itself rather than being a problem of the theory's own inadequacy etc), is that abstract labor is central because it is a historically consistituted social object which has these objective social properties. this isn't because it's the only thing left once you subtract out all other elements (this subtraction is much harder for us to attempt than it sounds), but because the system itself has it at its center. political economy as an attempt at understanding capitalism historically reacted to this centrality and, understanding the importance of labor, develops various labor theories of value, but they do not invent capitalism in a particular image which has labor at its center, thus bringing it into the world in practice; they do not dictate what determines value, they just try to describe the workings of the system as best they can. this is why, if marxs analysis is adequate (and i think it generally is), there's a sense in which it's misleading to refer to his value theory as "his" value theory, as if it comes from him, constructed in his head, and not from the system itself.

this gap between the concepts and their corresponding categories in thought is an inevitable one, but i think it gets at why marxs critique is so powerful. the system doesn't need to prove anything, it doesn't have to provide self-justified answers for its inner workings, it just does what it does. the very quick and probably unsatisfying answer would be to say that human labor is central "because it is", without any further elaboration. this is frustrating because we want to know "why", but to me it's almost like asking the human heart why it does what it does. sure, we can say "because of its shape, form determines function, etc" which answers a certain species of 'why', but it mostly collapses into a sort of 'how'. it's not as if the human heart has the agency to choose what it accomplishes and why, it is simply what it does as the result of a long evolutionary process which occurred independent of any human contemplation on the matter. the human heart never had to ask our permission to do what it does or to conform to our best theories of it.

society is similar. social-form determines function (this is called form-determination, and it's what marx spends a great deal of time on in capital!). value does not arise in particular moments because it decides to or because we decided to make it do that, it simply is what it is. and we can ask, "well how do we *know* that, how is this not a matter of faith?" which i think is understandable but probably seeks more from a critical social theory than it can offer. these are objective, social facts that stand over us. sure, we can open these facts up and see our own self-activity in them, our own agency, but it is a constrained agency which is structured (form-determined!) by the parameters of the system-logic itself.

the best tool we have, as marx says, is the power of abstraction, and with this tool he is able (mostly successfully) to theoretically reconstruct the system from its foundations while genealogically accounting for other theories via the kinds of stories which the system tells about itself rather than simply asserting their logical wrongness, bad arithmetic, etc. it is this particular epistemological approach (one could call it a hegelian one) which makes marx different than the political economists and undercuts any attempt at "proving" particular aspects of his theory. one of engels' favorite phrases was "the proof of the pudding is in the eating", which i think grasps this point well. the system works these things out without us having to know or care about it, which is why marx refers to capital as an "automatic subject", a self-determining object. a contradiction in terms but simultaneously the most adequate description. we may constitute society at every level, but it in turn constitutes us. labor plays a central role because this is how the system we're in operates. unfortunately, i'm not sure there's a more satisfying answer than that.

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care less, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, implied taehyung x reader

summary: There are countless partings in this world. People come in and out of your life, impacts large and small. But there is one where you could care less. You really could. And that’s Min Yoongi, your high school ex-boyfriend, the one who took something from you and promptly disappeared, only to come back with a furious declaration, on the night you’re supposed to teach Kim Taehyung how to eat pussy.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, discussions about adult topics; mentions of slut shaming; reader is pansexual; rough angsty smut (fem reader, slight dom/sub themes, m-receiving oral, overstimulation, hair-pulling, cowgirl); regrets everywhere; non-idol!AU; exes-to-lovers; pianist, softsub!Yoongi

inspired by “I get mad when I see you, and even madder when I don't”, wet-haired Yoongi in Run BTS! 131, ONEWE’s song ‘소행성 (Parting)’, and you’re probably wondering how these things go together. 

–

"How do you eat a girl out?"

"I... what?"

"How," Kim Taehyung repeated, slower this time, emphasizing each syllable with his impossibly deep voice. "Do you eat a girl out?"

"Why are you asking me?"

Taehyung raised his eyebrows. "Because you've hooked up with tons of girls. You must have eaten out at least one of them." You blinked at him as he continued. "I figure you have a unique perspective because you're a girl whose probably been eaten out and whose eaten out other girls."

You put down your spicy chicken. "Is this why you offered to buy me lunch?"

Taehyung's giant brown eyes shifted around uncomfortably. "Look," he said in a hushed tone. "I took this girl on a nice date and then it got to the spicy bit–"

"Leading her on, yes, yes, continue."

Taehyung narrowed his eyes at you but ignored your comment, barreling on. "And she asked me to eat her out, but I didn't know what I was doing."

"An absolute tragedy for sex god Kim Taehyung," you mocked. He growled and threw one of his chicken bones in your direction as you laughed. 

"Oi, this is serious!"

You kept cracking up, taking a bite of spicy crispy meat. "Yes, seriously funny." He kept glaring at you, so you relented a little. "She didn't ask for the dick like everyone else?"

Taehyung pouted. "Well, she did, after I spent twenty minutes doing what she called, basically nothing," he scowled. 

You shrugged. "Then you redeemed yourself, so what's the problem?"

Taehyung crouched over the table, stabbing your plastic tray. "The problem is, she's gonna tell other girls I can't eat pussy."

"Nah, she won't," you chewed, relishing the spiciness of the chicken. "She'll be too busy daydreaming about your giant dick."

Taehyung frowned, obviously not believing you. You casually are another piece of chicken, watching him contemplating. He was wearing cream slacks and a beige sweater, casually handsome with his dark brown hair, long enough to curl around his eyebrows. His fried chicken was already demolished into bones. He always got his not spicy. 

You never understood that. 

"Why didn't you ask me to eat you out?"

You shrugged. "We were only hooking up. I wanted to sit on your dick like everyone else."

"Teach me."

Your fingers were turning bright red with the crispy breading on the meat. You could feel the tingle of the spice on your puffy lips and throat, a measured fire burning. You didn’t bother to reach for your drink. Better to lull in the fire for a bit.

"Taehyung, it's just practice."

"Then let me practice on you."

You sucked out a bit of chicken from your teeth as you gave him a disbelieving look. "Thought your policy was to never fuck twice?"

He shrugged. "Not technically a fuck? Besides, you're the Sex Teacher," he added with a snicker.

You rolled your eyes. "Ugh, don't call me that. Some dudes started calling me that just because I took some guy's virginity."

"You've probably taken several virginities with your track record."

"Speak for yourself."

"Do you or do you not know how to eat a girl out?" Taehyung asked, brown eyes boring into you.

You picked up the toothpick the restaurant had provided you and stuck it between your teeth. Brushed the crumbs off your flannel dress and picked up your tray, standing up. 

"'Course I do."

-

Thus, you were now in your apartment with Kim Taehyung, several days later, wondering why you agreed to this nonsense. 

"Do I just whip off your pants or what?"

You rolled your eyes, keeping a firm grip on your gray sweatpants. He had arrived in a long black coat and brown turtleneck, black billowy slacks. Kicked his shoes off and presented you with said question.

"What do I get out of this?" you grumbled, turning around and heading into your apartment, shivering a little because of your loose white t-shirt that you had cut in half ages ago, turning it into a crop top. It had a stain at the bottom, so what better way to fix it than chop it off? Still, you should have opened the front door with your hoodie on, but it would warm up soon with the door now closed. 

"What do you what? Money?"

"I'm not a prostitute, Taehyung," you muttered. "Even if you think I am."

"I don't," Taehyung said coolly. "But money happens to buy things, so maybe you want some to buy something for yourself."

You pursed your lips, grabbing your mint thermos of warm water. It was a bit weird, but you preferred warm water over most drinks, except soda. But you couldn't be binging on soda all day, unfortunately, so you tried not to buy it and stuck with the water. Kept you from getting diabetes. Damn you, weak human body!

"Nice nips."

You raised an eyebrow as you took a sip. You weren't wearing a bra. Your hard nipples were poking through the t-shirt thanks to the cold.

"Are they distracting your fragile mind?"

Taehyung smiled, dark curls around his teasing brown eyes. "No, I'm simply appreciating them. A lot."

You looked down. Taehyung opened his coat. You sucked in the side of your lip, seeing his bulge. Maybe he was too chill with you now. Ever since you two realized your sex partners overlapped, a strange friendship developed. You’d talk about it casually with him, as if you two were discussing Pokémon trading cards instead of one-night stands. He would advise you against so-and-so and you would warn him about who-the-fuck-ever. Of course, you two only figured that out after you sat on his dick, but, hey, it was a nice dick. Lived up to the hype.

Unlike Taehyung, you didn't really have any weird rules when it came to hooking up. You went with the flow, and if you were feeling it, then you did it. Didn't really matter who it was, what gender, if they wanted to be upside down on a park bench as you sucked their balls and they jacked off into their own face (happened once, was kind of interesting to be honest). Taehyung, however, had some kind of conquest thing going on, numbers and all that, and needed everyone to know he was good at it. Insanely good. Mind-blowingly good. 

Taehyung closed his coat, tilting his head. "Whatchu want then? Not another fuck. Something else."

Your doorbell rang. 

"Oh, for fuck’s sake," you muttered, slamming your thermos down and marching to the door. "What is this, a fucking zoo, I swear–"

You wrenched the door open. 

"Fuck you."

Slightly slurred, husky, deep. 

Okay, well, yeah, sure, after I teach Taehyung how to–

The black head of hair raised and your thought disintegrated into pure shock.

"I get mad when I see you," the man growled. "And even madder when I don't."

He was holding a half-full bottle of soju.

"I... what?" was your incredibly weak reply, because you were staring at the hunched form of Min Yoongi. Black hair longer than the last time you saw him, styled over a clean undercut, wearing a torn-up black bomber jacket and a green t-shirt, acid-wash jeans with giant holes, revealing his pink, slightly bruised knees. He was breathing hard, glaring at you. 

Accusing you. 

Suddenly the years without him felt like an eternity.

"Hyung?!"

Oh right. Taehyung existed. 

But you couldn't react, couldn't breathe, starstruck, awestruck, dumbstruck at seeing Min Yoongi at your doorstep. Yoongi cocked at eyebrow, looking past you, and Taehyung's body was suddenly pressed against your back, reminding you, yes, he was real, actually there, why was he there again? What was life?

"Hyung, holy shit! I haven't seen you in ages, since..." Taehyung's voice suddenly died, baritone vanishing into nothing. 

"Why the fuck is he here?" Yoongi grunted.

"I... was going to ask her to–"

"He was leaving," you interrupted, shoving Taehyung from behind you to in front of you. "Taking his coat and leaving."

"What?" Taehyung sputtered, brown eyes wide, confused, blinking rapidly. "Hyung, why do you have a bottle of soju–"

Yoongi clicked his tongue, very loudly. 

"Forget this."

He turned, but Taehyung grabbed his arm. 

Not you.

Taehyung stopped Yoongi. 

The world was so cold. Your arm outstretched but touching nothing, because Taehyung was faster, Taehyung was closer, and you were so very far away from Min Yoongi. Yoongi turned his head slowly, venom in his gaze. 

"Hyung."

Yoongi's eyes locked with yours, making you breathless. 

"I don't understand," Taehyung said quietly. "What's going on? I thought you didn't care about her."

Those cat-like eyes narrowed, expression cold and emotionless. "Is that what you told them?"

It was airless and then the world burst into flames.

"You didn't tell me until the last day," you hissed, curling your hands into fists, voice rising. "You told all your friends, but you didn't tell me until the last day, not until the very last second before you flew to fucking Europe to go to university for that fucking music program!"

Taehyung's eyes widened. "Y-You said she didn't care..."

"Fuck you, Min Yoongi," you snarled, every muscle in your arms tensing, remembering all the moments, the gentleness that turned to coldness, the last night and what he took from you, turning into years and years of not caring about anything, fucking everything in sight, anyone who said yes, trying to forget his kiss and his memory before he got on a fucking plane and flew time zones away, never trying to contact you after. 

"Fuck you for thinking you can be angry at me for any reason at all, fuck you for thinking I did anything, fucking anything, to deserve that shit, taking my fucking virginity and leaving me!"

"I didn't take your virginity," Yoongi spat back, spinning around, hair bristling. "You lost it to that–"

"Maybe you should have fucking asked me instead of believing stupid fucking rumors!"

The human body was useless, but also driven by emotion, and you didn't even feel cold anymore, years of anger piled up, rumors that you were a whore, so you became that whore, owning it, doing it all, because why did it fucking matter when everyone already thought that? Sex Teacher they called you and your first teacher was standing in front of you, completely clueless. 

Fucking idiot.

Yoongi glared at you. You glared back. 

Taehyung stood there, gawking.

Yoongi's eyes dropped. He shoved the half-empty bottle of soju into Taehyung's arms and pushed Taehyung aside, Taehyung flailing to prevent dropping the glass bottle, and closed the distance between you and him, and now you could see, older, more tired, still handsome, still the same dreamer from years ago who traced your fingers and placed them on the keys, slowly helping you play the notes even though you didn’t know jack shit, and you enthralled with his smile, his laugh, his dream of becoming a world-renowned pianist.

Yoongi grabbed your face and kissed you. 

The first was the scent of alcohol, a subtle sweetness on his lips, but alcohol nonetheless. The second was the softness, the faint flush of his cheeks paired with his lips on yours, dainty despite the strength in grip on your cheeks. The third. 

Heat.

The years-old iceberg of 'I-don't-give-a-shit' melting faster than the polar ice caps, sheets and sheets of ice crashing into the sea of emotions, youth and stubbornness combined, melted in his kiss, you grabbing a fistful of his shirt and yanking him in your apartment, Taehyung calling after you both.

"Um, guys? Hello?"

"Go drinking Taehyung," Yoongi growled and slammed the door. 

-

Taehyung held the half-bottle of soju.

What now?

What about his reputation?

He frowned. 

Maybe he should call up Park Jimin. 

Taehyung took a sip of the soju as he walked away. He made a disgusted face. Ugh. Why did hyung like such strong shit? The flavor was unique and rich, but his throat felt like a layer of skin was being sloughed off.

One would only drink something like this if they were depressed. 

Oh.

-

"Your reputation precedes you."

"Fuck off."

"You became quite a woman."

"And you're still an insensitive shit."

You yanked his jacket off and dumped it on the floor, fists back in his green shirt, biting his lip, kissing him hard, him gasping in your mouth, his hands on your breasts, kneading them through the t-shirt, fingertips brushing over your hard nipples, sparks of pleasure crackling through you. 

"I was trying to protect you," Yoongi snarled, just as angry as you, both frustrated at time lost, both knowing it was for the best, both realizing that his misunderstanding and your reaction was just shitty communication of stubborn youth and time past that couldn't reset.

But still. 

Anger doesn't care about reason. 

"Protect me, my ass," you scowled, dragging him into your kitchen, pinning him against the counter. "What do you think I am, emotional fragility queen?"

"You wouldn't have cared?" he shot back, gripping your shirt and flinging it up, sucking in a breath as he revealed your tits. 

"Obviously! Why would I spend years being a slut to forget about your stupid hands?" you scowled, grabbing his wrists, planting said hands on your breasts, shuddering at the cold touch, chilled by night air, not exactly the same hands as back then, but better, rougher, strength of a man and not a high school boy, thumb and index finger rolling your hard nipples. Once again, fistfuls of his shirt, shaking him aggressively through heavy breaths. "You and your stupid mouth."

Kissing him, not the same, but better, stronger, more intense, stained with alcohol and regrets, devouring your tongue hungrily, intertwining.

"It would have ended the same," Yoongi murmured, the hurt creeping in his grating voice. 

It would have. 

And that was the shittest bit.

Knowing that even if he told you earlier that it would hurt no less, knowing that you would have gone and fucked other people anyway, because even if you tried to make it long distance, it wouldn't have worked. Some people could do it, but not young you and young Yoongi, too immature to know the meaning of wait.

"Still gives you no right to believe the words of others instead of asking me outright," you muttered, bending him backwards on the counter with your weight and he was letting you do it, hands still glued to your tits. "Why would believe that shit?"

"Because it was easier to leave you that way," Yoongi admitted, shame flitting in his dark eyes. 

"Fucking shit, you're an idiot."

You already knew that. Guessed, after years of agonizing over it. Easier to be angry than understanding. Easier to feel pain than to acknowledge it. What could you do? Tell him not to go to Europe? Not when his parents, his family, his friends, his neighbors, fuck, the whole damn school was ecstatic and congratulatory for him, everyone except you, not because you didn’t want Yoongi to follow his dreams, but because you wanted him to stay.

With you.

Selfishly.

And so, it was so much easier to be mad, so much easier for the two of you to fight until he tumbled on top of you, kissing you, tearing off your clothes as you tore off his and the first time hurt, it hurt but not as much as you thought, maybe because there was so much adrenaline from the anger and because he was so careful and loving about it.

He really was.

And there was pain, but it was nothing compared to the pain you felt the next day and the day after, and the next month, years, numbing everything, agreeing to really stupid propositions like the thing with Taehyung, all because you knew and he knew, but you both chose to be mad over being reasonable.

You hauled Yoongi up onto your kitchen counter, him kicking the side of the cabinets to lift himself up, not speaking. One look in his eyes and you saw yourself reflected in them, so close to tears that you kept your mouth shut and he kept his shut, preferring the anger to the sadness.

Because deep down, you were so, so happy to see Yoongi again.

It didn’t discount any of the wrongs though.

You fumbled with the button of his jeans and his hands came to help, unzipping, fingertips tracing over yours, more agile than before, swifter than an amateur. You raised your head, locking your gaze with his.

Yoongi was panting, cheeks flushed, guilt consuming his features.

It stung.

You yanked his pants down unceremoniously, not caring right now about stupid young you and stupid young Yoongi, gripping his underwear and dragging them down, his hard cock springing up, bigger than you remembered, thicker, red tip twitching, still wanting it just as bad, not looking at his face and closing your mouth in on it, gripping his hips and pulling him closer for better leverage. His scent and moan encompassed you, your eyes shutting as your tongue circled around his hot length, swallowing it up, oh so good, so good, better than anyone else’s because it was the one you tried to forget, entranced by the way Yoongi’s cock slid down your throat and filled your mouth, hearing his ecstasy from your touch, gasps of pleasure as you began to bob your head up and down, tongue going from the bottom of the head, down the quivering veins, all the way to the base, nudging his balls with the tip of your tongue, a skill you learned from many, many blowjobs.

You opened your eyes and you knew your guilt was in them. Yoongi could see it with every mouthful of his cock disappearing into your lips, his eyes half-lidded and pupils dilated, empathizing.

“Yeah, so what if we’ve fucked other people?” he grunted, rolling his hips into your face and making you growl in your chest. “I could care less.”

Yeah, you could, and me too.

Faster and tighter, suffocating him with your mouth, hands flat on the counter, blowing him at the same spot you were eating a fucking salad two hours ago before Taehyung’s arrival and contemplating tongue techniques, back when your iceberg of uncaring was still intact but now it was part of the ocean of emotions once more, watching Yoongi unravel, rubbing his fists into the granite, crying out and arching his back, black hair fanning out with every harsh swallow and throat clench around the head, leaking pre-cum into your throat and throbbing into the roof of your mouth.

“F-Fuck me…”

He hissed out your name and snapped his chin to his chest, thrusting into your mouth, exploding, salty thickness coating your tongue and down your tight throat, you gulping it down with a choked gasp, his taste a part of you now after all this time, an edge of bitterness that you welcomed, who knew what the fuck he was eating before this, but you didn’t care, didn’t care, you had Yoongi’s cock in your mouth and every second was worth it.

Your tongue coated the head, collecting the dribbling cum and you swallowed that too, glaring at him. Lowering down once more, swallowing him to the base once again, him sucking in a pained breath at the sensitivity because your throat was unforgiving, constricting him as forcefully as you could, tongue sliding up, teasing right under the head, the thin skin that make Yoongi squirm and hiss under you, spreading the slit with the tip of your tongue. Yoongi slapped his palms onto the counter, clenching his jaw to avoid screaming.

But he didn’t stop you.

He simply watched you with pained eyes, letting you do whatever you wanted, thrashing under your merciless mouth, rutting the sensitive head against the roof of your mouth roughly, his body thrashing to try to get away, but still Yoongi said nothing, thin moans escaping his closed lips, even twisting his hips back and rocking them into your face to let you abuse him more, manhandling him to your heart’s content. You kept going, long agonizing minutes, strongly sucking the head, shoving it all the way to the back of your throat, teasing it with your tongue, swirling around and around, pressure, roughness, tightness, aggravating the sensitive skin until you saw Yoongi on the verge of tears.

He still didn’t stop you.

You retreated, your lips now only around the head, tongue ghosting over the pulsating, inflamed tip, drenching it with saliva.

“You deserved that,” you muttered.

“I deserve a lot of things,” Yoongi grunted, finally relaxing his shoulders and laying flat against the counter, panting hard, cheeks still flushed, staring at the ceiling.

Neither of you were saying sorry.

You gave him one last painful suck and he swore under his breath, but didn’t say anything else, biting his lip hard as you popped your mouth off his cock. For a few moments, there was nothing but oppressive, irate panting. Yoongi’s dick was still hard and sticking straight up, he himself spread out on your kitchen counter like a fucking buffet, still wearing his shirt and half-wearing his jeans. You were shirtless, tits out, gray sweatpants slung low on your hips.

“When are you going back?”

Yoongi was still staring at the ceiling.

“Don’t know.”

“Liar.”

Dark eyes flickered down.

“If you asked me five minutes ago, the answer would have been in two weeks.”

Your eyes narrowed, boring into his. “How many blowjobs have you gotten overseas, huh? One hundred? Five hundred?” Frustration, grief, vehemence, all rolled into one, turning your voice into ice, sheets of frozen water churning and reforming, snapping together one by one with each word, your hands coming up and digging your nails into his thighs, racking them down, bright red scratches in your wake. “How many people have you fucked? Do you think I’m fucking stupid, Yoongi?”

He gritted his teeth, screwing his eyes shut, fingers curling onto fists at the pain.

“I really thought you didn’t care,” was his distressed hiss.

You stopped; nails sunk into his pale skin, creating dark crescents with how hard you were pressing.

“I thought you would hate me forever.”

Your hands left his thighs, glaring scarlet lines of your pain on his skin now.

“And I thought it would get better, but it didn’t.”

His fingers uncoiled, one by one. Long, deft digits, practiced, trained, beautiful, crescents of pink from his own nails in his palm. Eyes opening, lash by lash, lifting, dark, pained, regretful, drifting down to you and his exposed, still-hard cock, just there, ignored, surrounded by scratch marks.

“I was mad that you didn’t try to contact me,” Yoongi mumbled. “And madder at myself for not trying to contact you.”

Ice cracking, melting off, crashing back down into the vast ocean of emotion.

You reached into your pocket.

Your name, tumbling from his lips, his eyes shifting to you.

“In between countless partings, the one I always remembered was you.”

You climbed onto the counter, sweatpants and underwear on the floor. Yoongi’s eyes widened in shock, so stunned that he couldn’t stop staring at you, knees, thighs, crotch – clean, you were always clean-shaven, but he didn’t know that, a habit you developed without him and now you felt weird with hair down there – and so he could see everything, wet lips glistening. Up to your waist, a pattern of small moles above your bellybutton that high-school Yoongi had danced his fingers over.

Saying, “My Milky Way, my galaxy.”

This was after you called him an insensitive bastard and he accused you of losing your virginity to some athletic jock kid, as if high-school you would ever have a chance with someone like that.

Up your tits, your collarbones, your face.

Determined.

Yoongi jumped, realizing you had wrapped your hand around his cock and pumped it a few times before rolling down the condom, angling your pussy above the purple-red head. He made eye contact with you.

“I can’t go back if you do this,” he whispered.

“Boo-fucking-hoo, shut your trap.”

You sank down and he clamped his jaw shut, veins on his neck popping out in strain as Yoongi tried not to cry, your previous ministrations amplifying the sudden hot, wet pleasure that overwhelmed him, you sighing in bliss as he filled you, nicer than before, better because you knew what to do now, relaxing your muscles before pulsing around him, his eyelids fluttering, whines in his throat, palms flat on the granite, such beautiful hands that you reached down and put them on your thighs, wanting him to touch you.

Dark brown eyes shaking, pupils dilated, fingernails digging into your skin.

“Isn’t that what you do? Use your hands all day?” you taunted.

He gripped your thighs tight, apology flashing across his features.

“You better not cum before I do,” you snapped, rocking your hips a little.

Yoongi sucked in a breath. “I’ll try.”

You leaned forward, one hand on the counter, the other closing in on his black hair. Twisting the black locks in your fingers, gripping so hard your knuckles were white, but you weren’t pulling on his hair, only holding it, but your eyes told him everything.

“You fucking owe me.”

Him staring into your blazing eyes.

“I owe you for the rest of my life.”

You rolled your hips into his crotch, hard, smacking your ass down on his balls and he whimpered, jerking his head to the side and pulling his own hair, whimper turning into a wounded gasp.

“Shut the fuck up. We both know you deserved that scholarship, you talented asshole.”

You began your pace, bruising and intense from the start, unforgiving, but you had already forgiven him, years ago, by yourself with no one else to know, now your hand in his hair with Yoongi writhing under you, causing his own pain flaring across his scalp because your grip was so tight, his hands on your thighs, his length sliding out and then shoved back in. You could feel him getting harder, swelling more, the sensation unbearable so he kept igniting the pain to prevent himself from orgasm. You made sure to let the maximum amount of your skin to hit him – clit on his crotch, pussy enveloped around his cock, the tip hitting your deepest, most pleasurable spot, ass smacking against his balls – so that even you moaned, shivers of ecstasy layering on top of each other, climbing notes of a song from long ago.

Now continuing.

From that night at your parents’ house that bedroom of painful and lovely memories, his hands on your wrists, telling you that he could go slow until you felt better, how could he not know? Yoongi just assumed it was because you weren’t aroused since you were so angry at him, and you never accused him of having any experience before you, and to be honest you didn’t give a shit; if that was society’s fault or your feelings for him, you didn’t know. It all seemed so foolish back then, stupid, why were you so attached to a high-school boy when there were thousands of other men and women out there, and you tried, you fucked them, but in the end.

In the end, it wasn’t the roars of pleasure or multiple orgasms or big dicks or sweet pussy that made you feel the same as you felt when you looked down at Yoongi, eyes rolling back, biting his lip so hard the skin was white, black hair bunched around your fingers, his fucking green t-shirt still on but you could tell every muscle was tensed and he was barely breathing, anything to prevent himself from orgasm, knuckles white on your thighs, clutching them so hard they would surely leave bruises, but you didn’t care.

Yoongi was a genius. He could play the piano like no one else.

Someone could be technically better, someone could be more experienced, someone could be more nuanced, but no one felt music like Yoongi felt music, no one loved piano like how Yoongi loved piano.

He deserved every cent, every experience, every year he spent overseas.

He seemed to feel your gaze on him and his eyes found yours, black pupils nearly overtaking the irises, sweating so bad that his t-shirt was soaking down the front.

“Hold on,” you breathed. “Hold on for me, Yoongi.”

He whined pathetically.

Did he love you as much as he loved piano or was it the soju talking?

Who are you kidding?

Yoongi would never love you as much as the piano.

You set your jaw and leaned down a little more, bending his cock the tiniest bit, more leverage to go harder, rougher, rolling your spine down, smack! Onto his crotch, Yoongi’s mouth flying open and crying out your name in shock, your knees screaming on the harsh granite but you didn’t care, fucking Yoongi for all you were worth, using every muscle and every technique you knew to apply as much pressure as you could, choking his dick. Yoongi’s hands jolted off your thighs, hitting your open thermos on the counter, both of your forgetting it was there this whole time, the double-walled, stainless steel, mint thermos.

It toppled and spewed warm water all over your thighs, your joined crotches, part of his shirt, probably leaking down his ass and onto the counter.

You yelped at the sudden unexpected wet warmth. Yoongi’s hips jerked up, wild moan escaping his lips and your pussy spasmed, orgasm plummeting into you, a sudden avalanche that made your eyes roll back and a guttural groan vibrate your chest, both hands inadvertently clasping and yanking on Yoongi’s hair, and he lost it, whining your name as he came, hard cock lurching and convulsing against your walls, shooting his load into the condom, his cries extending to wanton, pained moans. It took everything in you to at least loosen your fingers, spreading them on his scalp and holding his head as gently as you could, whole body shuddering, even your jaw, not able to say his name properly because your teeth were clattering uncomfortably against each other.

You closed your eyes.

Listening to Yoongi’s strained breathing. Hearing pain, sadness, his raspy voice from long ago, words in the seconds before you feel asleep in his arms from being worn out from anger and losing your virginity. All this time, wanting to believe it was silence, wanting to believe he said nothing, letting yourself believe in your lie to fuel your rage.

“I am sorry.”

You opened your eyes, lowering your chin. Yoongi’s dark orbs, glassy and spent, trying to focus on your face. His hand came up, still wet with the spilled water, and you realized you had pitched forward a little from the force of your orgasm.

His fingers danced on the small mole pattern above your bellybutton.

“My Milky Way. My galaxy,” he whispered softly.

Lovingly.

Guilt all over his face.

“I have to go back. I have performances, opportunities.”

You leaned down. “Stop lying, Yoongi.” Eyes locked with his and a smile. “You want to go back. Because you are an ambitious, talented asshole.”

You knew you were right. You could see it in his eyes, the quickness as he looked away, not wanting to face you. You slumped down, knees giving out, Yoongi’s cock half-buried in you, slowly softening, but it didn’t matter. You put your full weight on him, fitting your chin on his shoulder, not quite looking at his face, nose far too close to your fucking kitchen counter. Yoongi grunted uncomfortably, but didn’t tell you to get off. There was water everywhere and the mint thermos was on the tile floor and somehow neither of you had noticed. It must have made a very loud sound.

“I hate my job anyway. Might as well run away to a different continent for some stupid boy.”

“I can’t ask you to come with me.”

“I’m not asking.”

He chuckled.

“You really have changed.”

“Sucks for you.”

You felt his arms wrap around your waist.

“Guess so.”

-

“Why was Taehyung here anyway?”

“I was supposed to show him how to eat pussy.”

Yoongi blinked at you, holding a damp rag. Both of you were kneeling on the floor, naked, attempting to sop up the mess. “How?”

“He was going to practice on me.”

“I can give a live demonstration instead,” Yoongi growled, an edge possessive.

“Yeah, no, I think my night is booked. Emergency appointment.”

You picked up your kitchen towels and wrung them out in your sink, looking down at him, raising your eyebrow. Yoongi’s hair was messy and curled, wet from sweat and water. He gazed up at you. You saw him shiver. You kept your expression neutral despite your heartbeat racing.

“Have some catching up to do.”

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masterpost

[leviiattacks]

heyyy there, saw your requests are open. and i'm wondering maybe you could do a timeskip where everything is done and levi finally opened his tea shop. then there he met reader, and he treats them differently from other customers. thank you, hope you're having a good day.

author note :: this was kinda rushed as is most of what i post. the reader is a writer just bc i thought it would be cute and also ISTG. i wrote this entire thing thinking leviolas was such a cool name for a tea shop then googled it and saw it’s also the name of a spider so... ++ btw i have not yet double checked or proofread this because i wrote it at 2am but yeah it’s definitely not great :-) word count :: 2.4k??? somehow???

you’re sweet like honey when you first order from leviolas. you’re the same when you ask the owner for extra napkins and you remain exactly the same when you return with the intention to stick around for a writing session with a black tea by your side

something about you is attractive. that’s what levi thinks of you when you first walk into leviolas

you’re just incredibly wholesome poking your head around looking at all of the handmade pastries and confectioneries in admiration

you think the homely decor is cute and reminiscent of cottages in the countryside, the view outside the windows is beautiful and the scent of coffee alongside tea is heavenly

the pastries are beautiful and you find yourself eyeing the macrons pretty frequently. just EVERYTHING about leviolas is cute :-(

but one particular thing is especially adorable to you

and that would be the owner

when you hear his name for the first time you’re a little shocked

levi ackerman to be specific captain levi ackerman, the high ranking official who aided in paradis’ independence and freed the nation from the grip of titans

you read about him a year back in a paper or two and vividly recall the valiant title he held as humanity’s strongest soldier

he still holds the title that’s for sure but now he happens to own a tea shop

it’s slightly unusual it’s not every day you see a soldier retire and live such a plain life but you suppose the simplicity makes levi happy

honestly, if you had been through hell and back like him you too would wish to spend the rest of your days in the company of tea leaves and sweet cakes

today is a day like any other you’re sat by one of the windows and contemplating sitting in the outside seating area

the sun is shining and lands uncomfortably on your face at this angle and you may as well make your way outside

but before you can a shadow looms over you and a broad chest leans over to cover the window with dainty curtains

“you looked bothered by the light.”

oh god.

it’s him.

he’s standing there looking at you with an unreadable expression and all you can do is open and close your mouth not knowing what to say

humanity’s strongest soldier

levi ackerman

also known as the really really really attractive cafe owner you’ve been crushing on for the last few months now

seeing him up close is much more different to looking at him from the comfort of your seat or whilst you order

he’s normally got his back turned whilst collecting orders or another worker collects them as he prepares the beverages

that’s why the unexpected interaction has you nervous

you can always tell when he’s made your drink because he honestly has a way with tea leaves and you kinda want to gush about how much you enjoy it

but, no, no, no.

you’re panicking just looking at him

soft black strands of hair stick to his forehead, his undercut is oddly satisfying to stare at and he smells of pine trees which again is refreshing

“ah hahaha thank you for blocking the sun out!!”

why the fuck did you ha ha????

this is so awkward.

putting on your best front you beam up at him hoping your toothy smile doesn’t look stupid

then again it probably does because who the hell has a good toothy smile

nobody.......

levi’s gaze lingers on you but if he has anything else he wants to say he doesn’t make it known

instead he firmly nods and turns away

you’ve messed up,,

only!!! you manage to mess up even more....?

without thinking your hand latches onto the back of his blue button up and your face burns up realizing what it is you’ve done when he stiffens to a stop

as quick as your hand has grabbed onto his shirt it lets go and you awkwardly laugh again

hahahahaha

“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to hold onto you so hard i was just...wondering if you could let me in on your secret.”

the random sentence is one you’ve made off the top of your head because you don’t have any real reason for holding onto him

but thankfully for you the saccharine of your voice is enough to sway levi

when he turns to see you with the same smile eagerly awaiting his answer something sparks in him

his chest feels a little funny but he ignores it

“secret?” he questions

“yeah!! your tea!! you’re really good at making it and aaaahhhh” you sigh contently thinking back on it.

“i remember when i ordered rose tea one time. you made it beautifully and the taste was infused so delicately it was incredibly soothing.”

hearing you ramble passionately about what he loves to do makes his chest feel funny again

he doesn’t know what the hell is going on exactly

but the only way he can explain it is his heart somersaulting and flipping despite him not wanting it to

despite that, it’s quite enjoyable

it’s probably got something to do with your kindhearted demeanor or the way you always manage to give him a smile when you waltz in

but levi finds himself fighting to touch you more and more as the days pass

your collar is always haphazardly done and he wants to lean in and fix it

sometimes you’ll have an eyelash on your face and he wants to lean in to swipe it away with his thumb

occasionally he stares at your hair and wants to sort it out. half the time it’s all over the place from the wind

he wants to lean in and smooth it out.

all he wants to do is LEAN IN but he sees no valid reason to

he’s lucky he’s always able to catch himself before his thumb reaches your cheek (you’re very oblivious and never notice how close he really gets)

ever since your first encounter at leviolas a few months back he’s been dragged into your world of books and lively stories

it doesn’t take you long to break out of your shell and you’re always telling levi something new

he doesn’t speak as much as you but when you coax out a story or two out of him he’s always earnest

you’ve learnt a lot through the conversations

you’ve learnt about his lost comrades, the horrible things he had to see on the battlefield, how he hopes he’ll live happy with what he has left

there are certain conversation topics he skips entirely and you respect his boundaries

you and levi are sat by a window and a comfortable silence floats between you two

it’s been four months

four months since you asked what his secret was

come to think of it he never told you what it was

he’s intently staring at you as you drink the lemon tea he’s just made you and his stare is a little too intense

feeling nervous you pick up your cup hoping for something to occupy yourself

recently the butterflies in your stomach have been increasing in number but you know it’s wrong to fancy levi

you don’t know why you think that but it’s the fact that you’re sure you’re not his type

he probably likes organised people, dependable people, funny people

not you.

you’re just an irksome author who spends your days writing in his shop

honestly he finds you annoying he has to. you’re always hanging around here

however, you do remember the one day you did choose to write in the park he thought you had died or something. that made you feel a little sad because he can’t really help but automatically worry if his routine is broken and you happen to have accidentally become part of his schedule

no, like levi’s literally said he has your name in his planner and whenever he thinks of a new thing to make you he’ll write it down with your name next to it

but still,, you’re convinced he has to find you annoying

there’s no reason for thinking it but you DEFINITELY think it’s correct

absentmindedly you haven’t even noticed levi still staring at you

“y/n?”

looking up at levi he’s clearly worried about something

humming in response telling him to continue he does

“i like someone.”

oh.

“...i’m not sure they’d return my feelings, that’s why i mentioned it.”

you smile at him warmly and you feel your heart sink, obviously he has to like someone. it’s probably someone in the corps, someone strong, someone capable. you’re not any of those things.

“well, you need not worry. if a man as good as you fancied me i’d be over the moon. i’m sure they would too!”

keep optimistic, don’t let him see you upset.

levi’s cheeks grow bright red and he bashfully tries to hide his embarrassment by covering his face with his hands

you laugh when he doesn’t budge and stays in the same position 

“c’mon levi, confess they’ll accept you have nothing to fear.” you coo persuasively

finally letting up after a few seconds he lets his arms drop to his sides.

“would you date me?”

the question takes you aback and you stare at him startled

soon realizing the idiocy laced in the inquiry he quickly retracts his statement

“nevermind, that was stupid.”

ignoring him you still want to answer

“uh well, i would. i have thought about it on occasion.”

he’s blinking rapidly trying to process what you’ve just admitted.

“you’ve thought about...?”

“dating you. yes i have.”

“and why the hell would you do that?” you can’t tell if he’s mad at you

“you’re capable, respectful. you’re considerate and quiet. i mean it you’re an amazing man really. also your tea!! imagine getting to drink it every day.”

you really have to add in the part about his tea because you know he loves it when you compliment it :-)

“ok, you drink my tea every day already.”

his short uninterested response stings and the dam of regret bursts open 

you shouldn’t have said all of that.

you and levi sit in an awkward silence for what feels like an eternity. you don’t dare look at him and your course of action is too drink your tea as quick as possible before dismissing yourself.

but before you can set your plan in motion levi breaks the ice.

“let’s date.”

you freeze and your eyes grow to the size of saucers

what did he just say???

he has to be losing his mind

“but levi what about the person you like?”

his eyebrow cocks upwards and an amused expression stretches across his face.

“i was talking about you.” he confesses boldly

this is a fever dream, nope, nope nope. you can not comprehend that this is your reality.

pinching your arm you hiss a little when you feel the pain

okay so, you’re definitely not dreaming...

“i, you, me. you...you like me?” the sentence is a jumble of words but you manage to sputter out something that makes sense

“yes. i like you.”

he’s being so blunt you can’t tell if he’s being serious but when you remind yourself that this is levi you relax, a blunt straightforward confession is meaningful coming from him 

BUT THAT’S BESIDES THE POINT

HELLO???? HE LIKES YOU BACK?%^%^”*

you get all blushy and flustered and you let out another one of your awkward hahahahaha’s but it’s a good hahahahaha

cautiously testing the waters he grabs your hand from across the table intertwining his fingers with yours

the gesture is adorable. the buzzing sensation that travels through your laced fingers makes you giggle to yourself giddily

“leviolas suddenly a matchmaking agency now? ;-)” your joke is dry and unfunny and levi rolls his eyes at it 

“you’re not funny.”

“but you still like me.” you tease

“yes. i still like you.” he admits

a few days have passed since then

you and levi have been the talk of the town 

humanity’s strongest soldier finally found his flame???

the chatter and rumors spread like wildfire, both you and levi aren’t fans of being in the spotlight but nothing negative has been said so there’s no complaints so far

levi places a cup of tea in front of you, it’s a herbal kind because you’ve been complaining about a headache

today you’re explaining why you dislike the plot of beauty and the beast and how there’s so much wrong with it. from the weirdly toxic relationship to the power imbalance. levi stands listening attentively whilst waiting for you to take a sip of the tea

just as you’ve paused to take a large breathe and prepare yourself to continue explaining how unbearable that book is levi uses it as his chance to say what he’s been wanting to 

“drink up before it’s ice cold.”

following his instructions you interrupt yourself and take a gulp of the herbal tea

your eyes glimmer in approval. it tastes of strawberries and you’re delighted already feeling your mood slightly raise in response

“it’s GREAT?? what did you put in it?? it doesn’t even taste medicinal.” once again, you’re fawning over his tea

“so levi ackerman, what really is the secret to all these perfect cups of tea?”

and without a seconds hesitation he responds.

“i was making the tea for you. that’s the secret.”

it takes a while for the gravity of his words to sink it but when the meaning does you cup his face in your palms and peck him everywhere. he whines a little but you can tell he enjoys the attention

you find that you’re more than happy you’ve found a home in levi and his shop

and levi’s more than happy he’s found a home in you and your books

:-)