#the melody and genre are very second priority for me but i do acknowledge the genre is very unmatched to the outsiders

[purecommemasolitude]

i'm not a jally girlie* but the lyrics to tuhoasti by kuumaa do make it a jally song. to me (translation)

[out-of-jams]

One Chance || myg

(Amazing, incredibly badass banner made by @kimtaehyunq​ )

↠ One Chance ↞ Min Yoongi was a lot of things.

A musical genius, a guy with a bad reputation, your assigned partner for your final project.

And the last thing you ever would have expected.

Word Count: 7.4k

Warnings/Genre: College!au. Music producer!Yoongi x Singer!Reader. Fluff. Explicit language. Some angst. Mentions of alcohol. s2l. Oneshot.

A/n: Hey all you cool cats and kittens. Hope you’re all staying safe out there! I wasn’t intending to write this, but I had no other choice.

All of my works are purely fiction. Everything I write is my intellectual property and therefore belongs to me. ©out-of-jams. Do not copy or repost without permission.

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Min Yoongi.

The name stared up at you in size twelve font, black letters printed onto the white sheeted paper. Every other word on the page blurred around the edges as you tried to place a face to the name. You weren’t good with names, never had been. So with a sigh, you leaned to the side and mumbled to the girl sitting next to you in class.

“Hey, who’s Min Yoongi?”

She--Mira? Mina? something like that--glanced up from her portfolio opened up on the desk and shot you a disbelieving look. You couldn’t blame her, not really. It was nearing the end of the semester and your vocal class had worked with the music production class multiple times throughout the course of the year. Neither class was very big, so you probably should have known the names of all twenty students. Total. Ten in each class.

But hey, in your defense you’d had a lot on your plate, seeing as how you were about to graduate from university and all. Which was a pretty big deal, so memorizing the names of people you only saw a few times ever-so-often wasn’t high up on your list of priorities.

But Min Yoongi.

You recognized him the moment you saw the soft outline of his profile through the glass window of the studio door a day later. He had his attention trained on whatever was on his laptop screen, pale hand sliding across the mousepad. His dark brows were pinched in concentration and you could see the tip of his tongue digging into the side of his cheek.

Even though the overly-bright lights in the room were on, the guy still somehow managed to blend in with the slate grey walls. Hell, his icy blond hair was the only color to stand out amongst all the black clothing. The oversized hoodie and black joggers he wore looked comfortable, and had you glancing down at your own outfit self-consciously. Had the sweater, skirt and high heeled boots combo been too much? Should you have dressed down a little?

Whatever. It was too late now.

Watching him through the door made you feel like some kind of stalking creep, but you couldn’t help it.

You’d seen him around campus a few times and recognized him from whenever your classes joined together and was a little disappointed at yourself for not recognizing his name. Even though you'd never spoken a word to him before, you were a little apprehensive about being partnered together. Min Yoongi had a reputation, and not a very good one. Sure, he was talented at what he did, producing music, to the point where a lot of people in the music department called him a genius. But he was known for being standoffish. Rude. And could cut someone down with a few words from his naturally pouty lips.

You didn’t like to judge a book by its cover, or by the rumors that circulated about them. However, that did nothing for the intimidating aura that bled from the man like cologne the second you stepped foot into the room.

He didn’t even pause in whatever he was doing to spare you a glance. Just announced in a dry, rumbling voice, “You’re late.”

“Uh.” You hesitated halfway into the room, the door swinging shut behind you automatically. Two seconds in and he already hated you. Great. “Sorry. I got lost.”

That made him look up and watch as you pulled the only other rolling chair back from the desk and plopped down. God, his eyes were just as daunting as the rest of him: onyx in color and cat-like in shape, they were bottomless as he blinked at you lazily. And he slowly raised a disbelieving eyebrow.

“You got lost.” Yoongi repeated slowly. So sarcastically that you didn’t even hear a question mark at the end of it. “Aren’t you about to graduate? How are you still getting lost on campus?”

Your mouth opened and closed, embarrassed heat blossoming across your cheeks. You were blushing hard and you knew it, but that sure as hell didn’t mean that you had to acknowledge it. So you just sniffed and dug through your backpack for an excuse to break eye contact. “I haven’t been in here before.”

It was true. In a way. The hall of studios that you were in now were for the senior music production students. There was a completely different area for each year, but each student had their own assigned as theirs for the semester. So you weren’t lying when you said you hadn’t been to his exact studio before.

Which he seemed to catch on to, if the way Yoongi’s second eyebrow raised to join the first told you anything. But he let it go and turned back to shut his laptop, which you could now see was opened to a music production app. You weren’t very schooled on how to operate it, but even you could tell that he seemed to be very far into whatever it was he was making.

Though you didn’t get a good enough look at it before he closed it.

“Even though we have a month to do this, we should figure out what kind of song we’re making now instead of later.” Yoongi stated in that gruff voice of his and clicked a few things on his laptop. “Since you’re the one singing, you’ll be setting the tone--”

“Wait.” You interrupted.

Yoongi stopped whatever it was he was about to say to give you a blank look, the corners of his lips turned down. “What?”

Clearing your throat, you continued on despite the way his expression tried to cow you into shutting up. “How’re we splitting this up?”

A valid question. Not every person who created music worked in the same way. Some liked to do things a completely different way than somebody else might’ve. Last time you’d worked with one of the students from the music production class, the two of you had butted heads the whole way. He hadn’t wanted to hear your input at all, and you weren’t about to be shoved off to the side like some kind of un-opinionated mouthpiece again.

Yoongi made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded like a hum. “I normally make the track and leave the lyrics up to the singer unless they need help.”

He looked at you from out of the corner of his eye as he clicked a few buttons on the keyboard in front of him to bring the giant monitor above the control panel to life. “Can you write?”

“Yes.” The word left your mouth before you could even think about it.

“Good. You’ll take care of that then.” Yoongi slid a blank yellow notepad into the empty space on the control panel between you. “Though we’ll need to do the melody before that.”

The next time the two of you met was almost a week later. It’d been sometime late in the afternoon when you both finally had time in your schedules. Because for some stupid reason, even though both of your classes were combined to work on the project, it had to be done outside of class.

Ugh.

As if you didn’t already have enough things to stress over. Like say, securing a job for after graduation.

During the first meeting between the two of you, you’d already decided on what kind of song you wanted to make. Something upbeat, but not over the top, though not boring either. You weren’t a huge fan of sounding like every other music artist out there and apparently Yoongi had felt the same. So it’d been easy to come up with.

He’d texted over a few ideas for the concept and you’d been pleasantly surprised at how serious he took it. At how complex and layered the ideas he’d come up with were. They were a lot better than anything you could have ever dreamed up and you were beyond astonished.

Especially when he met you outside of his studio door, blond hair was secured back off his forehead by a white headband,  and greeted you with, “I finished the track.”

“Already?” Shock was clear in your voice and you watched open mouthed as he unlocked the door and held it open for you to follow him inside. The lights flickered on overhead, but you were too busy staring at his back to notice. “That was quick, holy shit.”

Yoongi shrugged off your awe and wiggled the mouse to bring his computer to life. “It was no big deal. And now we can work on the melody.”

Still gaping at the blond, you shuffled forward to drop your bag next to your chair. “Okay. Um. Where should we start?”

Pulling out his chair, he sat down and lazily dragged the mouse over to open up his production software. “Listen to it first and let me know if you want to make any changes.”

“Yeah, okay.” You plopped down into your own chair and watched as he pressed play.

The music that poured from the expensive speakers started off slowly until it tapered off into what you assumed would be the first chorus. And you found yourself unconsciously tapping your fingers against your thigh when the bridge finally hit, you had to bite your lip to contain an excited smile. The moment it ended, you twisted in your chair to see that he was already looking at you. Though he kept his face blank, you could literally see question lingering behind those cat-like eyes of his.

“Mm.” You hummed, nodding your head and trying your damnedest to keep the grin from your face.

When you failed to say anything more, Yoongi raised his eyebrows. “Mm?”

“Mm.” You finally let the smile touch your lips. “I really liked it. It’s good.”

“Yeah?” He reached out to stop the track from replaying on a loop. “Any changes?”

“Nah. I like it just the way it is.”

“Alright.” Was what he responded with, but you could tell that he was pleased beneath that hard exterior of his. “The melody then.”

“The melody.” You agreed.

Min Yoongi was extremely anal when it came to anything he attached his name to.

That was probably why he had so many music companies vying for his attention. Not only did he produce nothing short of perfect tracks, but he’d even made some cash on the side selling some of them. Or so you’d heard through the grapevine.

Which was exactly why you were left staring at the blank notebook settled across your crossed legs. The pen in your hand had yet to put ink to the blank pages hours after you’d gotten home. All because some guy intimidated the hell out of you.

Most of the songs you wrote were fine. But that was the problem.  

Min Yoongi didn’t do fine. And you had no doubt in your mind that he’d tear your work to absolute shreds should you present him something lackluster. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so quick to jump the gun and tell him you’d be fine writing by yourself.

It was way too late now.

“How long are you going to stare like that?”

Snapping out of your self-degrading thoughts, you turned to look over your shoulder. Jennie, your ever present roommate, was standing behind the couch shoving spoonfuls of cereal into her mouth. By the lack of makeup on her face and the messy bun her long black hair was thrown up into, she was more than likely about to go to bed.

“Stare like what?” You asked with a poorly concealed pout, pulling out your earbuds that’d been playing the track on a constant loop.

“Like you’re constipated or something.” Jennie waved her spoon at you before dipping it back into the bowl to scoop up more soggy cereal. “Project really giving you that much trouble?”

She didn’t necessarily know exactly what was going on with you, not exactly. Sure, she knew that you were partners with Yoongi and had been spending a lot of time with the man for the project. But she didn’t know just how much pressure you were under. Self-inflicted or not.

“These lyrics are kicking my ass.” Groaning, you leaned to the side until you were sprawled out on the couch.

“Why?” Jennie rested her arms against the back of it, bowl of milk and cereal hovering over you dangerously. “They don’t normally.”

She had a point. It wasn’t usually so difficult to write a damn song, but you also didn’t usually have a perfectionist genius as a partner. Instead of saying that though, you just threw your arms over your face. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just not cut out for this, ‘ya know? I should drop out while I still can.”

“O-kay.” You could hear her exasperated eye roll. “Don’t stress so much about it. You know, whenever you’re done being overdramatic.”

Jennie successfully dodged the couch pillow you chucked after fleeing footsteps. A buzz from your phone had you reaching for it blindly and the text on the screen had you burying your face into the cushions.

Min Yoongi: you free tomorrow?

Y/n: yeah. Same time?

His response came in not even five seconds later.

Min Yoongi: works for me

“So, see you tomorrow?” The question left your lips as you packed your stuff back into your bag. You still hadn’t been able to come up with any lyrics. At least none good enough to show your partner. So while you’d both been in the studio, you’d busied yourself trying to write and Yoongi had been doing whatever it was that he did.

He’d just powered down the computer he’d been working on and shook his head without looking at you. “I can’t tomorrow. I have plans.”

“Oh, really?” That came as a surprise. The fact that there was something or someone out there that could force the Min Yoongi to ditch working on a song. “What kind of plans?”

Ever since you’d showed up with food two weeks ago, he’d been a little more amicable towards you. Not as closed off. Which, of course, only led to you bringing some with you every day. Maybe food being the way to a man’s heart really applied to every man. Nonetheless, with the way the two of you would banter back and forth without heat made you hope that it wasn’t just you who considered him a friend.

Yoongi paused, only for a moment, but he paused all the same in throwing his bag over his shoulder before he answered. “I...have a show.”

“A show?” Your eyebrows raised in surprise as you stood up. That was the last thing you would have expected to leave his mouth. “What kind of show?”

“It’s not the type of show you’d want to watch.” He headed for the door and you scrambled to follow after him.

Leaning against the wall while he locked up the door, you folded your arms across your chest. “Why? You a stripper or something?”

Yoongi didn’t even spare you a look, just pocketed his keys and started down the hallway, apparently assuming that you’d follow. “You saying I wouldn’t be a good stripper?”

He’d assumed correctly. Your legs raced to catch up. “I never said that. You insinuated that all by yourself.”

An amused scoff passed his lips, but that was all you got in response. You weren’t about to letter the matter drop though. “So, are you?”

“Am I what?”

“A stripper.”

A pause. And then Yoongi met your sparkling gaze and shook his head with a huffing laugh. “No, I’m not a stripper.”

“Well, if your show isn’t anything rated NC-18, then can I go?”

“Why would you want to go?”

His question had you sending him a hesitant look. “Because we’re friends, aren't we?”

A heavy sigh escaped him. “If I say no, will you stop asking?”

You pretended to think for a minute before clicking your tongue. “Nope.”

He looked over at you, feline eyes squinting in contemplation. As much as Min Yoongi liked to act like he came across as aloof, he was a lot easier to read than he probably thought. And he must have found whatever it was he was looking for, because his thoughtful pout turned into a careless shrug.

“Whatever. Fine.”

“Sweet.” You grinned up at him and finally let him go on his merry way.

It was difficult to find a parking spot. You’d had to loop around the block at least ten times before you were finally able to squeeze your car into a space between two giant SUVs. The spot wasn’t exactly close to where you were supposed to meet Yoongi, but it was the best you could do.

When he’d texted you the address, you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t a little apprehensive at first. It was located on the outskirts of downtown where you’d never been before. Because the further out you went from the center of the city, the more dangerous it got.

Y/n: I’m here.

You sent the text off to Yoongi and cut the car engine. Throwing a glance at the clock on the dash, you silently thanked yourself for leaving a bit early in order to get there in time. The sun had long gone down and the moon had taken its place, so the streets were dark. Only lit up by the street lamps and lights that bled from apartment windows. Most of the businesses were closed for the night, the corner store half a block down was the only one still open.

You had about six blocks to walk and was just about to get out of your car when your phone started vibrating in your hand.

“Hello?” You answered the call, voice pitched with barely concealed amusement.

“Where are you?” Yoongi’s voice was even deeper over the phone, if that were possible. And you could hear the sounds of cars driving past him in the background.

You rolled your eyes even though he wasn’t there to see it. “I told you that I’m here.”

He sighed into the phone and you just knew that he was making a face. “Where is ‘here’ exactly?”

“Like, parked a few blocks away.” You popped your car door open, turning back to the passenger seat to grab your bag. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll be there.”

“Stay where you are.” Yoongi demanded and you raised an eyebrow. “I’ll come get you.”

“You don’t have to.” You huffed a laugh. “I have two legs, ‘ya know.”

“Really? Never noticed.” In the background, voices blended in with the sound of cars. “This neighborhood isn’t exactly the safest. So just tell me where you are so I can make sure you don’t get stabbed or something.”

“‘Stabbed or something?’” It was difficult to hide your amusement now, but you obeyed and got back inside your car anyway, letting him know what street you were on. “My knight in shining armor, you say the most romantic things.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. You knew he did. “Nevermind. Maybe I’ll just let you get stabbed while I make my escape.”

The bark of laughter that left you was impossible to contain. “I could run faster than you and you know it. So try me.”

“I’m hanging up.”

“Yeah okay. You wouldn't--”

A click told you that yes, he would. And you were left staring down at your phone with open mouthed disbelief. How dare he? You were just about to call him back and tell him as much, when a knock on your car window had you jumping with a small shriek.

Yoongi stood right outside your door with his fist still raised and a gummy grin on his pouty lips. You just stuck your tongue out at him childishly and grabbed your bag before slipping out of your car. “You’re a bully.”

He slid his hands into the pockets of his dark colored jeans and shrugged. “Would a bully walk all the way over here to make sure you don’t get robbed?”

Now it was your turn to shrug, taking him in and pretending not to see his onyx eyes slide down your body. Yoongi was dressed casually like usual. With a plain white t-shirt and a black zip up jacket thrown over it, he pulled it off like he’d just stepped off a magazine cover. How in the hell he always managed to do that was a mystery to you. And you knew you didn’t compare to him, even with your high-waisted white joggers and grey crop top.

Whatever. It wasn’t like it was bright enough outside to matter anyway.

“That sounds exactly like something a robber would say.” You flicked your hair over your shoulder and took off down the cracked sidewalk, making sure to lock your car behind you.

“Not like there’d be much to steal.” Yoongi’s voice caught up to you right as he did, walking side by side with the occasional brushing of his shoulder against yours.

You responded to his playful jab by lightly smacking his arm. “Careful there. Keep saying such poetic words and you’ll make me fall in love with you, Min Yoongi.”

He went quiet, but you could feel him looking at you from the corner of his eye. His gaze was a weight that burned through you, a light shining through the night.

The rest of the walk passed by pretty quickly, especially when nobody jumped out of an alleyway to rob you at knifepoint. Whether or not that was because of the man walking at your side, or something else, it didn’t matter. Not when the building you were headed to for the night popped up in the distance.

It looked like any other building on the street, with rough brick siding and a glowing red and green sign advertising the bar. Situated on the corner, you were just about to head inside when Yoongi’s hand caught your arm.

“It’s this way.” He answered your confused look by tugging you gently down the alleyway right next to the bar.

“But I thought it was inside.” You glanced back behind you before looking back towards the dead ended alley.

Yoongi dropped his hand from your arm. “It is.”

“Ah, makes sense.” You nodded sarcastically, successfully drawing a smile from your escort.

“Be patient and you’ll see.”

True to his word, you saw what he meant when he came to a stop outside of a side door. There weren’t any signs or anything indicated what it led to, but you could take a guess as Yoongi pulled it open and gestured for you to enter first.

It was dark inside and you had to squint in the dim lighting in order to see anything. You were in what appeared to be some kind of entrance that reminded you of one of the speakeasies downtown. Though there wasn’t a soul in sight, just a staircase at the end of the short hall. Unless you counted the loud base of music pounding through your feet and straight to your bones. The door slammed shut behind Yoongi and then he was taking the lead towards the stairs.

The further down you went, the louder the music got until it was all you could hear. And once you got to the bottom of the stairs and turned into the room, you found out why. Bodies were packed wall-to-wall, some moving to the music pouring from the speakers and others nodding their heads with drinks in their hands. Red and purple lights made the room seem bigger than it actually was, made it easier to lose yourself in the crowd.

Yoongi had taken you to an underground club. Which just made you all the more curious about just what kind of show he was going to be performing in.

“Want a drink?” Yoongi’s voice, even though spoken directly in your ear, was barely distinguishable from the lyrics bleeding through the room.

You simply nodded, taking care not to bash your head into his nose from where he was leaning over for you to hear him. He said something you couldn’t hear, words lost to the crowd. But you assumed he wanted you to follow him when he started to merge himself into the throngs of people. Just when you thought that you’d have to try and fight your way through to keep up with him, he was reaching back to grab your hand.

Wrapped his slender fingers around yours without sparing you a second look.

He was just trying to make sure you didn’t get lost in the crowd. Yeah, that was it. There was no other reason for it, so therefore your heart had no reason to speed up. To thump in time with the bass as you followed behind him. Especially when the warmth from his palm slid into yours.

“What do you want?” Yoongi turned back to speak in your ear. Shit, you hadn’t even realized that you’d already reached the packed bar. So you forced yourself to focus on the two bartenders running around behind it, rather than the hand still in yours.

“Tequila.” You answered. Yoongi raised both eyebrows in surprise before turning back to the bar. With his eyes no longer on you, it made breathing a whole lot easier. And you turned your attention away from Yoongi’s slim back and towards the stage.

It was all the way on the other side of the room and you watched as a guy walked across it with a mic in his hands. The music was lowered and his voice cracked to life through the speakers. Whatever announcement he was making went in one ear and out the other because Yoongi turned back around with a plastic cup extended out towards you. His other hand was empty and you sent him a questioning look.

Whether or not he knew what you were silently asking, or was just making a general announcement, he answered your question. “I have to perform soon.”

You made an ‘o’ with your mouth and accepted the drink with a smile in thanks. “You still haven’t told me what you’re gonna be doing.”

You had to stand on your tippy-toes in order for Yoongi to hear you, which didn’t go unnoticed by him if the amused gleam in his eyes was anything to go by. “You’ll see.”

Which was exactly how you found yourself with another drink in your hands and your back leaning against the bar. If you were being completely honest, you hadn’t been sure what to expect. A lot of different things had popped into your mind about what kind of shows your partner liked to put on. Some ranging from completely ridiculous, to weird, to funny.

But none of them had been this.

Min Yoongi was a lot of things. A talented producer, a deep thinker, a musical genius.

Never would you have thought to add “rapper” to the list. You should have known, was a little surprised at yourself for not being able to guess. Like all other things Min Yoongi, he was incredibly good at it. Took to the stage like a natural. And you were completely awestruck, unable to look away the whole time he was up on that stage, letting words flow from his lips like some kind of poetic river.

Calm, yet bubbling over with the effortless way he captured the attention of everyone in the room. The track he rapped over was fast paced, but he had no trouble keeping up and keeping the crowd engaged at the same time. He performed three songs, but it wasn’t enough. And judging by the one last look at the crowd Yoongi took before exiting the stage, it wasn’t enough for him either.

Whoever took his place didn’t have one ounce of your attention. And maybe that was rude or whatever, but you didn’t care. Not when you caught sight of his blond head making its way towards you. He got stopped multiple times along the way by people congratulating him with pats on the back or short conversations.

By the time Yoongi finally made his way back to your side, your second drink was extended out to him with a grin on your face. You’d barely even taken a sip from it, so it was completely full and beginning to sweat water. “That was amazing!”

The performer on stage was loud, but you could tell that Yoongi heard you by the smile he tried and failed to hide behind the rim of the plastic cup. But you weren’t going to leave it at that, grabbing a hold of his shoulders and squeezing to make sure you got your point across. “Like, incredibly amazing! Why didn’t you tell me you could rap like that?”

“You never asked.” He shrugged. Yoongi wasn’t the type of person to feed off of compliments, you knew that. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t appreciate them. The way his onyx colored eyes glittered told as much. And when he tilted the plastic cup back and drained the contents, the confidence that flowed beneath his skin gave it away too. “You wanna get out of here?”

“Where are we going?”

“Patience, young padawan.”

A snort of amusement from the passenger side of your car had you throwing Yoongi a wink. He completely ignored you in favor of thumbing through the playlist on your phone. It was hooked up to the radio via bluetooth and ever since you’d left the underground club, he’d been focused on silently judging you for your music choices.

When Yoongi had suggested bailing on the club, he hadn’t really had a particular place in mind. Which you’d soon figured out the moment you stepped out the door. He’d taken the subway to the place, so you’d all but shoved him into your car before he had a chance to say no.

“You really have Ariana Grande on here?” He wiggled your phone in your peripheral and you would have rolled your eyes if you weren’t too busy merging off the freeway.

“What’s wrong with Ari?” You huffed in mock offense.

“Nothing.”

“I can literally hear the judgement in your voice.”

“Maybe you should focus on the road then.”

Now you really did roll your eyes. Though the bark of laughter that accompanied it showed your lack of annoyance. “I would if we weren’t already here.”

Yoongi looked up from your phone just as you were putting the car into park. His eyes squinted into the dark with a furrow of his eyebrows. “We’re at the beach?”

“Nope.” You popped the ‘p’ and turned off your car, quickly hopping out before you could fall victim to his flatline stare.

The scent of sea salt lingered in the semi-humid air and you paused for a moment to inhale deeply. There was nothing quite like the smell of the ocean, and when the passenger side door opened and closed, you rounded the car to wave Yoongi along. He caught up to you right as your shoe hit the wooden planks of the boardwalk. You’d had to park way back in one of the lots far away from the beach for whatever godforsaken reason.

Shopfronts, closed and shuttered by metal grates due to the late hour, greeted you as you walked down the path. And Yoongi’s presence at your side was calming. Hell, everything about that man was. Never would you have thought that about him, not at first. Not with the rocky way your friendship had started.

Neither would you have expected the warmth that bloomed in your chest everytime he looked at you with those pretty eyes of his. Or flashed you one of his patented gummy smiles. He’d somehow wormed a place into your heart with that sarcastic wit of his. No, the last thing you would have expected from your final project was this.

But you didn’t mind. Even if he didn’t feel the same way, only looked at you like a friend, you didn’t mind. Because you’d take anything he offered you. And if a friendship was all he was willing to give, that was okay too.

“Where are we going exactly?” Yoongi’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you glanced up at him to see that he was already looking at you.

“Do we need to have a destination?” You shot back with a wiggle of your eyebrows. “It’s all in the journey.”

He rolled his eyes skyward as if silently asking why me, but let a smile touch his lips anyway “And this journey leads to the beach I’m guessing?”

“Maybe.” You dragged out the syllables, nudging your shoulder with his playfully. “Don’t tell me you don’t like the beach.”

“Who doesn’t like the beach?”

“That’s exactly what I’m--whoa.” Your feet came to a halt right as you stepped out from between two shops, where the boardwalk met the beach. Yoongi stopped at your side, but you didn’t even notice.

Because you were too busy staring at the apparent concert that was being held further down the beach. Apparently the loud music you’d heard from the parking lot wasn’t from one of the many speakers placed throughout the boardwalk. Well, that would explain the lack of parking at least.

Even from where the two of you stood, you could tell that the crowd was huge. They took up a big chunk of the beach, bodies nothing but a dark mass in the distance as they danced to the music from the stage. You couldn’t tell who it was, not that far away. But the multicolored lights flashed into the sky like a beacon.

“I wonder who’s performing.” Yoongi’s mumble had you bending down to unlace your shoes. “What’re you doing?”

“You wanna know who’s performing?” Slipping off your socks, you threw both those and your shoes into your bag. Once it was closed up, you sent Yoongi a conspiratorial wink. “Let’s go find out.”

He didn’t move, just gave you a look before realization dawned on his face. “You want to sneak in.”

It was a statement, not a question, but you nodded your head anyway. “Come on, when will you ever have the chance to do something like this again. Don’t tell me you’re scared we’ll get caught.”

Yoongi scoffed, but leaned down to slip off his shoes in an uncharacteristic move. You knew he wasn’t much of a partier and didn’t do things like this very often. So the fact that he was caving to your suggestion had your mind whirling. “I’m just surprised, is all.”

“At what?”

A smirk was thrown your way as he stood back up, but that was all the answer you got. After all the time you’ve spent with the man, you’d like to consider yourself a Yoongi Whisperer. So that smirk probably meant something along the lines of: I’m surprised that you’re a super awesome badass.

Or something.

“Just come on.” You grabbed his hand without thinking, dragging him behind you onto the sand. When he failed to complain, you took that as a greenlight to continue doing so.

When his fingers linked themselves with yours, it took all you had to not falter in your steps. To pretend like you weren’t affected by such a thoughtless action. To calm the rapid beating of your heart.

The closer you got to the concert, the louder the music got, until you could hear the roar of the crowd over the artist on stage. It was EDM, or at least sounded like it. Of course, as soon as you got closer, you spotted your first hurdle. One you’d been unable to see from far away.

A chain link fence stood between the two of you and a night of fun. It had your shoulders deflating before you even realized it, and you turned to the blond at your side. “Should we climb it or something?”

Biting your lip, you eyed just how far up it was. Even if the two of you managed to climb it, there was no way that you wouldn’t be spotted by security. And being arrested was the last thing on your to-do list.

“Or.” Yoongi crossed over to the fence and wrapped his hands along the bottom of it. With a quick glance around to make sure that no one was looking, he lifted it up and back, bending it backwards with just enough space left at the bottom for someone to squeeze underneath.

There was no way that he would have been strong enough on his own to lift it, and a closer look had you snorting a laugh. Apparently the two of you weren’t the only ones who’d had the idea to sneak in.

“You going?” He questioned and you started forward before a smartass remark could leave his mouth.

The sand was cool beneath your body as you shimmied underneath the space between the fence and the ground. And once you were on the other side, you crouched down and grabbed the fence from Yoongi to pull back towards your side. “I’m surprised that you’re going along with this, to be honest. Don’t you hate music like this?”

He grunted as he crawled across the sand towards you. “You wanted to.”

“So?” Your voice was soft, but he was still able to hear you over the pounding bass. The fence dropped from your fingers once he was on your side, but you didn’t move, just stared up at him as he stood.

“So.” Yoongi started, extending a hand down to help you up. “Are you coming?”

His answer had warmth blossoming in your chest and a tiny smile blooming on your face. Had you reaching out to let him help you up off the sand. He didn’t let go while you brushed yourself off, but he did guide the both of you towards the writhing crowd, if only to avoid being spotted by security.

It was a good thing that Yoongi was a slim man, because it made slipping through the numerous dancing bodies closer towards the stage a whole lot easier. You’d made it to about the middle when he stopped and tugged you closer to join him in a pocket of space between two different groups of people. The scent of marijuana mixed in with sea salt from the ocean in a cocktail that usually accompanied things like that.

“Dance with me.” You spoke into Yoongi’s ear, ignoring the excited flush you felt at being so close to him.

“I can’t dance.” He stated, despite the hand he slipped around your waist and pressed into your back. Whether or not to move you out of the range of the group of girls dancing wildly behind you, or something else, you didn’t know.

Chest to chest, you’d be surprised if he couldn’t feel how fast your heart was beating. “Mm. I don’t believe you. Everyone can dance.”

“That’s a lie.” Yoongi’s lips were titled up at the corners and his gaze on you was soft. Gentle.

The flashing lights on the stage flickered through his dark colored eyes. Turned those once pools of onyx into a glittering galaxy that you couldn’t look away from. That hypnotized you like the beat that pulsed beneath your skin and drowned your ears.

“That’s not true.” Your mumble was lost to the crowd. Buried somewhere underneath the music as he moved closer. And the butterflies nestled deep in your gut fluttered their wings when his other hand cupped the side of your face.

Your eyes fluttered closed when his nose brushed yours and his breath fanned across your cheek. That was the only warning you got before his mouth was on yours. His lips were soft and he tasted like the strawberry chapstick he liked to wear. And the kiss, like everything Min Yoongi, was slow. Not in a lazy way. More like he was taking the time to savor it. To remember what your hair felt like as he slid his hand into it.

Or the way you involuntarily sighed into his mouth when his teeth caught your bottom lip. How your fingers found their way into the short hairs at the nape of his neck when you pulled him closer. How he’d had to hold back a laugh at the way you were standing on your tippy-toes in order to reach him.

You probably wouldn’t have pulled away and neither would he, if it weren’t for the rain that suddenly tore from the sky like an opened dam. Drenching anything and everything around it faster than you could blink. It had you forcing yourself away from the magnetizing pull of Yoongi’s lips to give him an eye crinkling smile.

“What was that for?” You didn’t care if you were getting wet.

Neither did he apparently, because he ran a thumb over the lips he’d just kissed, sending shivers down your spine. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“No. Break it down for me.”

He met your imploring gaze almost bashfully, eyes squinting from the rain. “I’ve liked you since practically the beginning of the semester.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “What? Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

Yoongi shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t know how.”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you let out a small laugh. “I can’t believe you, Min Yoongi.”

He opened his mouth to respond when he was cut off by a loud clap of thunder. Both of you glanced up at the dark sky at the same time.

Everyone around you was either ignoring the torrential downpour or shrieking and attempting to use anything to shield themselves from getting wet. Once the sound of thunder echoed a streak of lightning, you knew what was about to happen next and turned to meet Yoongi’s eyes. He, like everyone else, was drenched and his blond hair stuck to the damp skin of his face. It had you grinning at the pout on his mouth and you leaned forward to press your lips to his one final time before pulling away.

“We should get out of here before everyone else decides to do the same.” You had to shout to be heard over both the rain and the noise from everything else. It was only a matter of time before the concert got either canceled or postponed due to the thunderstorm and you didn’t want to be caught in the middle.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Yoongi wiped water from his eyes and grabbed your hand to start navigating the hell out of there.

And as your eyes trained themselves to his slim back and your fingers interlocked themselves with his, you smiled. The lyrics that you’d been struggling so hard to write came to life beneath the fire in your chest. You had no one but the man in front of you to thank for the inspiration.

Min Yoongi was a lot of things.

A musical genius, a poet, a light in a sea of darkness.

Min Yoongi was nothing if not beautiful.

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Bless summer dresses (Jung Hoseok x Reader /Smut)

Word Count: 6,9k

Genre: PWP, Smut

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Character appearance: Park Jimin, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jeongguk, Min Yoongi

Warnings: Mirror sex, Daddy kink, Dirty talk, Semi-Public sex, Degrading

Summary: Sometimes, its the right dress at the right time that becomes the last push needed to reach the highest ecstasy.

Hoseok P.O.V.

‘’Again.’’ I shake my head frowning, hands placed on my hips as I stare at Jeongguk and Jimin how they move, Jimin a mili-second slower than the maknae which doesn’t sync them up like they should be ‘’Stop.’’ I raise my tone over the music which gets cut off both of them breathless stopping to glance at me.

‘’I thought they were perfectly in flow, hyung.’’ Taehyung comments from where he’s sitting against the mirror near the computer, now staring at me in question.

‘’Jeongguk-ah was too fast, you did this…’’ I’m quick to demonstrate the spin and hip thrust ‘’To fast, it’s like you’re too eager for it, while Jiminie the…’’

‘’I know, I know.’’ he shakes his head hair falling in his eyes as he goes to redo the move properly and seemingly easily.

‘’Good. Again, from the top.’’ I order and glance back at Joon who presses a button on the keyboard of the computer the music starting to play. Jin hyung walks around slowly observing the two as they start to move. I’m not even concerned with the beginning of the song because I know they can handle it, and have been nailing it from the start. So, I let my eyes drift past Yoongi hyung who’s comfortably settled on the chair which was moved over to the corner of the mirror. And there sitting in the very back as we’re in the front, is the prettiest girl you could ever lay your eyes on.

The first thing that falls into my eyes is the yellow colour of the sundress she has on. Luckily it does reach her knees if it was any shorter she definitely wouldn’t be wearing it anywhere. I stare at the expanse of her smooth flawless legs, quickly skipping over the bunched-up material, up till her waist where the material hugs her curves but loosely enough to show them off. Passing her breasts my eyes land on her skin, still clear of any kind of marks that I know are hiding over her thighs, near the lines of the panties she has on. I wonder which pair she put on today. My eyes take me higher taking in her collarbones, and I just want to lick over them, and trail my tongue to her sweet spot which I know would make her shudder and whimper easily. Her neck is just begging to be decorated in flourishing marks.

Her eyes are completely entranced flickering from one dancer to the other. She has this dazed kind of expression on, a light blush to her cheeks which can be makeup but who knows for sure. Due to the room heating up more than cooling despite the AC in the corner being turned on she has pulled her hair up into a bun, and makes me all the more want to mark her neck up and listen to the breathless moans and hitches of breath that would fall from her beautiful plump lips. Ghhhh my blood is already boiling with want.

‘’Again.’’ I raise my tone over the music which has the boys both stumbling out of rhythm, but nobody says anything and continues doing their thing as I back away and then turn, making my way towards my girlfriend. Only when I’m 5 steps close she takes her eyes away from the dancers and looks at me, looking like she’s snapping out of a daydream, but offers a beaming grin, showing off her pearly white teeth.

‘’Not gonna dance?’’ she asks knowing me well enough to know that I do want to but I have something else in mind. I shake my head and lean down, sitting myself right next to her.

‘’I decided I need a new angle to observe them.’’ I make up quickly and throw my arms around her shoulders. She eagerly leans into me despite being warm, but I take the chance as she’s not complaining as we settle to watch the two ‘’Plus…I need kisses, I’m running low on energy.’’ I whisper into her ear which has her giggling turning to me while I keep my eyes focused on the dancing boys who are off beat again but I want my kisses and I know my priorities.

‘’You don’t seem to be so tired yet, you’ve nailed the dance and everything perfectly just a few minutes ago.’’ She challenges making me smirk as my hand lands over her knee patting it gently, then letting my thumb brush over it.

‘’Why would I lie??’’ I challenge and look at her smiling cheerfully, the blush on her cheeks spreading.

‘’What do I get in return?’’ she shots back the remark causing me to chuckle. I faintly hear someone saying ‘Stop’ and the music getting cut but I’m putting my priority onto my girl. We’ve been going at it for 2 hours, and we’ve came here for a meeting only, it’s enough serious practice for the day.

‘’What would you want in return?’’ leaning in I make sure I ghost my nose down over her cheek, pressing a kiss to the underside of her jaw. She starts tapping her fingers over my thigh where her hand is comfortably resting.

‘’Hmm…’’ she trails off instead, which has me sparing a glare to the members Jin and Tae now with Kook and Jimin chatting away but Namjoon lets ‘Idol’ play and is quick to join them just messing around to the beat. I smirk noticing how she’s completely focused onto them. It only ticks me off a tiny bit that she’s so shamelessly ogling them, mostly Jimin. I know she loves me, and she is mine but Jimin is her bias after all even if I won her over. So, him being in the room, and now laughing and pushing his hair back I know he’s doing it intentionally.

‘’Cuddles?’’ I try knowing she’s distracted enough, the tug on her hand not affecting her much. She goes along willingly and mutters her acknowledgement, but moves and sits herself on my lap letting me pull her backwards into my chest. I eagerly wrap my arms around her waist and hold her against me, my body thrumming with warmth and eagerness, my cock stirring at the feeling of her on me and so close.

Her hands are resting over my forearms but she doesn’t even protest once I move my hand to circle her thigh, caressing through the fabric unfortunately. I don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine. But looking at her through the mirror because we are in the clear the boys more on the right, I can see her eyes still following Jimin as he runs around the room eagerly. A smile draws itself on her lips.

The melody comes to a stop finally, leaving the boys cheering some clapping which she eagerly claps along too, and earns herself a wink from Jimin. His eyes do meet my own, so I give him a questioning look. He turns around rushing over to Jin hyung hugging him from the back hiding away. C c c little brat.

The boys fall into a chatter while she finally leans back and sags against me.

‘’Cuddles.’’ She finally replies making me chuckle ‘’Movie night?’’ she proposes as I let my fingers slip to the very hem of the dress to touch bare skin of her knee.

‘’Doable.’’ I state ‘’Will you make us snacks though? I did them last time.’’ I sing in the end which has her chucking as I tap my fingers over her knees. She has her legs crossed one over the other resting between my own which I’ve parted slightly to accommodate her. As long as they aren’t spread in front of anyone else but me, we are good.

‘’You’re drawing a hard bargain there Mr. Jung.’’ She goes on thoughtful but ends up giggling, and looking up at me.

‘’That’s Hobi to you, little lady.’’ I raise my fingers to her ribs but there’s not much effect as she isn’t ticklish but the touch has her chuckling hands reaching for my own to stop them.

‘’Aigo you are so cute Oppa.’’ She coos whining adorably and twists her body lifting herself up, pressing a surprise peck onto my lips ‘’Aigo, aigo.’’ I laugh out loud with her as she squishes my cheeks together but is quick to let go, as we just laugh at the silliness. The cute moment is ruined quickly by Jimin rushing over.

‘’Y/N-ah come dance with us!’’ he eagerly offers his hand to her. My fingers tighten holding her.

‘’Ah no thank you I’m not in the mood to ruin how good you all dance…’’

‘’Nonsense!!!!’’ Taehyung calls from across the room.

‘’Come on!!!’’ Jin adds encouragingly.

‘’I’m sure Hobi Hyung doesn’t mind.’’ Jimin goes on ‘’Plus he’ll dance with us won’t you hyung? We can show Y/N-ah a few moves.’’ I keep my cool at how adorable he is, I can’t blame him for that and I know he doesn’t have ill intentions. It’s just that Y/N is easily persuadable into things specially if my members are involved and I do love them with all my heart but, I want her all to myself.

‘’No, it’s alright, I’m good where I am right now.’’ She denies offering a confident smile to the boys, some of them groaning others snorting.

‘’Of course.’’ Yoongi snorts ‘’She’s with her boyfriend now guys, he’s her top priority.’’ He chuckles as he stands up, closing up his laptop.

‘’Hobi hyung is our high priority too.’’ Jimin adds but gets hit over the back of his head by Jeongguk who’s walking around. But upon the to hit, which does dislodge Jimin a step it goes silent and suddenly the chase starts.

‘’Tae the door.’’ Jin exclaims to which Taehyung is quick to open the door of the practice room giggling, as Jeongguk laughing runs out with Jimin hot on his trail. It takes maybe 3 seconds until we hear a crashing and breaking sound coming from the hallway. Y/N tenses up but remains staring at the others as they glance between another in question.

‘’Uh oh.’’ Taehyung mutters stepping openly between the doorframe ‘’Namjoon hyung, you better come and…oh boy…’’ he’s out with Namjoon right behind him while Jin hovers at the door now, and Yoongi is still finishing packing his things up.

‘’Yahhhhhh what did…we’re all getting in trouble.’’ Jin rants glancing over to us ‘’You lovebirds better stay where you are if you don’t want to get inv…’’

‘’Jin Hyungggg!!!’’

The call has the oldest fuming suddenly in disbelief ‘’Yah, Jeon Jeongguk I’m going to…’’ and he’s storming off his voice echoing in the hallway, as more people seem to be gathering there, trying to fix whatever the two boys did.

‘’I hope nobody got hurt.’’ Y/N mumbles to herself. I bend my legs up a bit forcing her to lean back against me, so I can nuzzle my face into her neck.

‘’Ah you know they’re fine. No need to worry.’’ I assure her, giving into temptation and press a kiss to her neck. And another one. And another one, which gets her quickly to start giggling. She starts wiggling more trying to move away, but I’m not letting her go. The friction yeah, it’s not helping me not get turned on as quickly as I am, but I want to hear more of her adorable giggles, which always manage to cheer me up even when I’m angry or really upset it’s her and her smile alone that cheers me up, or breaks the flow of negative emotions.

‘’You two are disgustingly adorable.’’ Yoongi comments, surprising me to see him still here. Well he’s putting on his backpack, bucket hat on his messy hair hiding it away ‘’I’m going leave you to it, see you back home. Don’t give in to easily Y/N-ah.’’ With a smirk he’s then heading out.

‘’Bye Oppa!’’ she cheers making me do a double over at her, as she turns around and shrugs.

‘’What he’s nice.’’ she replies and then pushes herself away quickly the action unexpected so she easily gets out of my reach ‘’Don’t get so jealous, you know you’re my one and only Hope-ah.’’ She teases chuckling and leans in to steal a kiss but then she’s off rushing across the empty dance studio, stepping over to her bag which she’s left in front of the mirror in the corner where the computer and TV screens are.

Shaking my head, I push myself onto my feet, shamelessly readjusting myself in the sweats that do manage to hide away my problem. But it’s far from over. ‘’My members are way too confident around you. I don’t like how sweet you are, because you should be only like that to me.’’ I fake complain because I know my members would never dare do something to her like that or betray me in such way by hitting on her. So, this I know it’s something that gets her going into defence mode where she starts assuring her love for me. And I do know that she loves me, and how much I mean I relate because I love her so much as well, but sometimes I like pushing her buttons. Plus, sometimes I just like hearing this like;

‘’Ah Hobi you know I have eyes only for you.’’ She replies voice slightly echoing around the empty room. Reaching the door, I glance out seeing people gathered in the hallway but just around the corner, whereas the janitor’s closet is on my right opened. Quickly I close the doors leaving us complete privacy.

‘’You have a weird way of proving it.’’ I point out making my way to the computer, as she’s busy with her phone her back facing me. She’s completely engrossed into the device probably replying to her friends. Quickly I click away finding my file with my playlists and put on a more R&B one, that’s more sensual and fitting for what I have in plan.

I creep up behind her, sitting myself down as she’s on her knees instead of getting herself comfortable ‘’Come on Y/Nickname love me.’’ I whine and pout through the mirror examining her face, her cute nose scrunching up before smoothing out. She glances at me confused, as I place my hands onto her hips but goes along as I move her to my lap forcing her legs to open up, dress still hiding her away.

I let my right-hand roam down to her knee exposing her thigh more, under the pretence of drawing invisible patters over her skin. Peeking down over her phone I smile as she sends one of my stage pictures to her friend along with millions of hearts next to it. She’s clearly bragging. I glance quickly towards the doors, hearing people chatting outside our managers voice and from other staff but nobody is entering the room.

I welcome her body eagerly as she suddenly leans back, sighing contently fingers still working furiously over the keyboard ‘’Oh this is a nice song. You should do a cover of it.’’ she thinks out loud phone getting locked while she, lets it drop over to her bag on the side. Closing her eyes, she leans her head against my shoulder and starts to hum the melody, snapping her fingers to it.

Perfect this couldn’t be a more perfect situation for what I have in store. I still keep my touches gentle, as I tug the skirt upwards exposing more and more of her thighs, which I just want to bite into. I’m practically salivating by just staring at them. When she sighs at a particular part of the song, I let go having dragged the material just above her midthigh enough for me to see that she’s wearing nice pink panties, with a small bow on the front. My fingers dance across her stomach, and higher her expression revealing that’s she’s catching on. But I boldly place my hand over her breasts discovering she isn’t wearing a bra underneath immediately as I squeeze them.

‘’Wha…’’ she jumps as I grope them firmer, and hook my thumbs over the straps making quick work of tugging them off her shoulders, and then pull the material down to reveal the two perfectly rounded boobs to my eyes finally ‘’Hobi…’’ she whispers panicked as I pinch her nipples, the piercings making the sensation much more intense, and always has her more sensitive ‘’D-don’t n-no…’’ she weakly protests as I knead them again firmly, both fitting in my palms perfectly. Silently I lift her right arm, and duck past so I can latch my mouth onto her right breast. She whines out loud, it echoing around the room and only furthering my arousal, making me harder by the second, as she sarts shifting and squirming because of the exposure, but with that she’s creating an almost perfect rhythm and friction against me.

She does start to get louder the more I suck and lick, and then bite at the nipple gently, so with regret I do detach myself from her, glancing up to see her flushed cheeks as she stares at me with parted lips. I want to do so much more, play with her tits as much as I please but there is a time limit.

I do take the moment to take her in with my own hooded eyes how gorgeous she looks the pink adoring her cheeks brilliantly, and how she’s already biting onto her lower lip, clearly nervous despite being so turned on. I can clearly read the lust in her eyes.

‘’Kiss me.’’ it’s a simple order, and despite it she doesn’t react. Raising back up, holding onto her hand, I glance towards the doors as she stiffens in my hold upon the knocks against it. But whoever is there they seem to be preoccupied with discussing something, as the handle doesn’t rattle or anything. Turning back to her, she’s ready to pounce away, but with a pinch on her nipple she yips and turn to me looking distressed. The music is a perfect distraction, masking her whimpers so far synchronized ‘’Kiss me.’’ I order again with a low tone, licking over my lower lip as I glare at her and straighten properly leaning in close.

‘’O-oppa n-not h-here, they are going to f-find out…’’ I use the beat of the song I know like the back of my hand to pull her dress up, and strike two times at the side of her thigh making the flesh jiggle as well as her to tense up like a string. With one hand I hold it around her torso keeping her steadily in place, but with the other I reveal the panties properly pushing the dress up, bunching it in the middle. And all the while not once does she attempt to push me away. Her hands settle onto my forearms, but as in to brace herself rather than to indicate any type of rejection.

Her eyes are fixated at what I’m doing, and I can see how much turned on she really is; more than the usual as she’s gone suddenly very quiet. And it’s a thrilling idea, of someone, anyone to be able to just walk in on us and see everything. Of course, I hate the idea of anyone seeing her, but it’s the getting caught part that’s doing it for her is my guess because it’s doing it for me too. Or maybe the idea of my members walking in and seeing her submissive to me that’s getting to her? For them so see how much control I have over her. She’s mine and mine alone.

Her eyes do dart to the door again at the noises, but I preoccupy myself by, leaning in and kiss up her neck, lick at her skin and bite, for sure leaving marks behind her neck which she won’t hide. I want everyone to see what I did to her. My right hand continues its way over the inner of her thighs which tremble briefly, until my fingers find their way to her cunt ‘’Oh what do we have here?’’ I wonder with pride swelling in my chest as I detach my lips and look up at her embarrassed expression, her eyes trained onto my fingers which I tap against the panties rubbing my fingers together the wetness visible under the bright lights ‘’You’re already dripping for me baby girl huh?’’ I tap a few more times making her legs want to close up but she’s smarter than that and keeps them open, as I smirk and run my fingers up and down her folds over the panties that start to get wet from how soaked she really is ‘’You’re practically soaking through.’’ I marvel putting more pressure which has her breath hitching and pressing herself into me firmer ‘’Is this all because of me?’’ I wonder ghosting kisses over her neck gently ‘’Or maybe it was Jimin’s doing? Is that the reason you’re this wet? Filthy slut you can’t be even a good obedient whore for me.’’ I growl the last part, ignoring the whine of protests as she shakes her head but doesn’t dare moving or doing anything yet as I haven’t told her or gave her an order yet.

‘’It’s all you, you know it’s all for you, Op..’’ I smack her thigh again watching as this time around the red mark doesn’t fade away so quickly ‘’Daddy, daddy, I’m sorry daddy.’’ She’s quick to add correcting herself making me hum in approval, hand returning back but now to let my fingers trace the edge of the panties, making sure I’m brushing my fingertips over her skin.

Raising my left hand up, I grab her chin roughly forcing us both to lean forward so she can get a closer look at herself in the mirror, her eyes automatically doing so ‘’Look at yourself.’’ I growl, spreading her legs even wider as she tries to avert her eyes, but I only tighten my hold on her jawline ‘’How dirty.’’ I mumble with my right-hand slapping at her breast which has her jumping, hands which are now bunched up in the skirt of her dress tightening ‘’Do you think someone could be watching us?’’ I whisper leaning in letting my breath ghost over her ear and neck, which does make her shudder against me, the movement feeling nice against my hardon, cock just throbbing and twitching as I even for a second think how it would feel being buried in her tightness.

‘’Do you think someone might be just outside peeping in? Seeing how filthy you are huh?’’ but she only squirms more trying to keep her beautiful noises in. Reaching down I tug at the panties harshly to the side, to reveal her folds. She hisses at the exposure but ends up letting out a breathless moan that has me rolling my hips into her ‘’Such a dirty pussy, for anyone to see. For them to realize what a whore you are huh? Letting me do anything to you. You’re not even attempting to stop me. Filthy.’’

I manage to hold the material to the side, to spread her lower lips apart, seeing how her cunt glitters, juices literally leaking out ‘’Ah this is what whores do after all right? But you’re a good slut for me aren’t you baby? My slut soaked only because of me, and my touches. Only for daddy.’’

‘’Only for da-a-ddy…’’ she stumbles over her words but eagerly repeats them. The door handle rattles, but I have a gut feeling it’s nothing, its why she’s the one that whines and almost shouts while I slide my fingers over her slit teasingly, letting go of her jawline to hold her against me as I roll my hips again, getting more frustrated by the lack of touch on me. My cock is starting to hurt with the lack of friction the proper one.

‘’Suck whore.’’ I order sticking two fingers into her mouth without even asking. I do glance at the door worried for a moment but the shadows disappear so does the rattling, so I focus onto her enjoying the chocking noises emitting from her chest before I tug my fingers out leaving her coughing for a moment, tears gathered in her eyes. Lowering down the fingers, I directly aim for her clit starting to rub them in circles over it.

She slumps back against me, eyes never leaving either my own or my ministrations or even her own expression which she’s too shy to admit of watching ‘’You like it? Like daddy touching you like this?’’ I whisper as the song gets quieter before the chorus. I let my fingers run lower to pick up some of her own juices before I start rubbing them properly against her clit. I’ve watched her touch herself enough times to know how to dot it myself. (She’s been a bad girl for some time so her punishments were always to finish herself of on her own, without daddy helping which didn’t satisfy her as much).

Her right hand shoots up grabbing onto my forearm but I don’t stop just speed the motion and bite onto her neck ‘’I l-love it, daddy, I love it so much!’’ she manages out legs spread wide open, back arching. I can see how close she’s getting, eyes shutting breath coming out in short spurts so at one point before she can come I remove my hand completely watching as she slumps against me crying out just as the singer of this song sings out a high-pitched part.

Opening her eyes, she’s desperate almost angry as she looks at me through the mirror, but I’m tugging the panties off harshly which has her shutting up, and whining as I force her to close and bend her legs so the panties can come completely off her.

‘’Don’t stare at me like that baby girl, you will be punished.’’ She only pouts at me eyebrows furrowed while I triumphally hold the panties in my hand ‘’Eyes on the mirror slut. Want you to see how filthy you are…you ruined your panties completely.’’ I add on bringing the material closer, to take a whiff and make a show of it, her body relaxing as she gets more aroused at the sight, her scent filling my nostrils pleasantly. Another thing I have to do later is eat her out.

Stuffing the panties into the pocket of my sweats, I cock my head up meting her frustrated eyes ‘’Look at that pretty cunt.’’ I say in wonder reaching down again to spread her lips apart ‘’What a sight, so pretty.’’ She squirms as I stay still and just openly admire her because my point is to make her embarrassed and beg for me.

It’s not hard to pick up on the voices from outside, Taehyung clearly recognizable as well as Jimin as his laughter resonates around reaching us as well ‘’Do you think someone is watching us now?’’ I whisper glancing towards the closed doors, but from her perspective she has some of it blocked by the chair ‘’Just peeping in getting themselves off, of seeing you like this?’’ thanks to the music I slap at her thigh happily a few times watching as it colours prettily into bright pink.

‘’Daddy!’’ she hiccups grabbing onto my forearms again, but her expression turns into one of despair.

‘’Fucking slut.’’ I almost hiss, patting her cunt again the wetness quick to wetten my fingers. She tenses up but only bends her legs keeping them up, while with my middle finger despite the slightly awkward angle, I do prod it at her entrance. She whines fingernails digging into my arms, but I continue on sinking my finger inside of her, cursing to myself because she’s tight and already clenching, her wetness and heat perfect as I push my finger almost till my knuckle in.

‘’That’s it, relax.’’ I coo pressing a kiss to the side of her head, as she does do as I say and tugging my finger out it’s easier the second time to push it in. Her chest deflates as she exhales, clearly enjoying my ministrations. So, I start to do it slowly and gently, not giving her much and only building up her frustration. And the kisses I start pressing to the side of her head, and then cheek are the complete opposite, sweet and gentle.

‘’Does my slut want more?’’ I ask easily picking up on the voices of my members outside, further away this time but laughing loud. It gets my blood pumping quicker and adrenaline rushing, the sight before me ruining me too ‘’Want daddy to fuck you here like this? Want them to see you full of my cum? See you spread open, ha slut?!’’ I slap her thigh again getting her to yelp, but end up moaning as I push another finger in, the shudder that leaves her making me stop and tug my fingers out.

‘’No, d-daddy please, I’m a good girl, please don’t stop…’’ she’s quick to cry out pleading me with tears spilling down her beautiful cheeks.

‘’Shhhhh.’’ I’m quick to soothe her hugging her for now and rocking us left and right ‘’Your daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?’’ she pouts but nods along staring at me with big sad eyes ‘’Yeah so good. Stand on your knees for a moment, would you?’’ she’s eager to move forward and do so, gathering her own dress and tugging it up, to keep her cunt revealed ‘’Such a well-mannered girl, making daddy proud.’’ I coo, pushing the top of my sweats and boxers down finally freeing my cock, precum already having ruined my boxers.

‘’Please…’’she whines making me nod and motion down, hands placed onto the floors as I brace myself giving her a mischievous look and crooked smile.

‘’You know what to do.’’ I simply say not moving despite hearing the boys louder than before, Jimin being his giggling self, right in front of the door. I watch mesmerized half expecting her to back away and cover both of us up, but no she grabs my cock, bringing out an involuntarily gasp as she spits in her hand and then spreads her saliva over me. She’s quick to back down, and make quick work to sink herself down. It has me groaning in pleasure at the sweet friction, and tight wetness surrounding me while she whines it turning into a sweet long moan, at the burn that is quick to fade away judging by the way she clenches and unclenches.

‘’You need to be quiet baby girl.’’ I say regretfully before she can raise up fully and drop back down again. Watching her expression through the mirror, I’m left lovestruck at how erotic she is, cheeks flushed still, expression dazed. She bites hard onto her lower lip, the moans getting stuck in her throat as she drops back down again. I bring my hands to her hips to help her along, but she continues stubbornly, to slowly tortuously slowly raise up and down. It’s for the better I don’t want to blow my load to quickly, I want to tease her more, but not painful so.

The boys seem closer which has her halting turning around panicked ‘’Move.’’ I order through my teeth, as she just got in hang of the rhythm of a slow built up.

‘’B-but, b-but the b-boys…’’ with a slap to her thigh she gets the message and leans forward letting the dress drop regretfully covering us, but she gabs onto my legs and suddenly slams herself back down.

I bite into my own fist to prevent a shout, the way she sets this brutal pace is just maddening ‘’That’s it…’’ I barely manage to get out, as she starts to properly ride me using me to just get off. Its what she’s best at after all, and thanks to the sport she plays weekly, her things endure a lot until she gets tired. But then the handle rattles, and it has me regretfully grabbing her shoulders and force her down completely onto me keeping her there. Readjusting the sweats over my ass, I make sure she pulls the straps of the dress back in place and that the skirt remains hiding everything, as I cross my legs under her, the movement having her moaning accidentally.

‘’What are you two doing?’’ Jimin asks making my head snap up to see the members entering the room.

‘’Cuddling don’t you see?’’ I go along wrapping my arms around her giving my dongsaeng a glare. I shift my hops the tiniest bit which has her muttering a harsh curse, earning herself and immediate smile from me.

‘’You cuddle all the time Hyung.’’ Jeongguk complains. Staring through the mirror I tense up as they all crowd in, but head for their bags that are placed near Y/N’s too as they’ve all left them in the corner when we came here. Taehyung is quick to get his, and smirks just then settling against the mirror by Y/N’s feet.

‘’Isn’t it too hot for cuddling, you’re both sweating.’’ He points which has me pretending to look at Y/N that quickly wipes away the sweat from her forehead as she shakes her head but keeps quiet. I glance at her cheeks but she must have run her hands earlier over to wipe away the tears from before.

‘’No, we’re fine. We’re just basking in love as they say.’’ I offer an award-winning grin ‘’And you, you like cuddles as much as anyone there’s no downside to them so quiet.’’ I argue back with him who only snorts but nods in agreement.

‘’Hey are you okay Y/N-ah?’’ Jimin picks up noticing the lack of words and enthusiasm from before from my girlfriend. Why is he always so observant in the wrong moments? I rub my fingers prominently across her ribs, reminding her silently not to give us away. But a thought daunts onto me. What if she wants to do it? To reveal what’s really happening beneath the skirt? It would only take one wrong move and the boys would see everything.

‘’I’m fine.’’ She replies shakily and coughs as he furrows his brows kneeling next to me, as I gently pat over her arm ‘’I just gotten sleepy, I didn’t sleep so good tonight.’’ She’s good, she’s really good.

‘’Oh no I’m sorry to hear that.’’ Jimin goes on worriedly ‘’We should take you out to eat and then sleep. An empty belly is not right.’’ He goes on cheerfully ‘’Yah hyung stop hogging her to yourself so much!’’ he goes on disapprovingly. And I know he means well I know perfectly well but right now he’s pushing it.

‘’I’m not the one keeping her here.’’ I reply making my point across by letting go of her. I watch through the mirror as her eyes widen, and she’s quick to throw herself back, the back of her head almost slamming into my face, but she manages to sloth it onto my shoulder as well as throw her arms around my head, squishing me to her.

‘’I’m clingy! I haven’t seen my boyfriend in weeks, Oppa you don’t know how much I’ve missed him!’’ she goes on pretty convincingly which I think surprises all of us this sudden outburst. It makes everyone suddenly burst into laughter as she remains frozen while I glance around them even Jimin who joins in. Luckily Taehyung who has gotten up wraps an around the shorter boy.

‘’Just let them be hyung.’’ Tae starts ‘’One day you’ll be the same don’t even deny it.’’

‘’Hey.’’ Jimin complains as they start walking away ‘’I wouldn’t be…’’

‘’So, I take that you’ll be staying here for a bit?’’ Namjoon kneels on my side while Y/N shoos Jeongguk away who goes in to tease her. She’s clenching around me from the panic, which isn’t helping me at all.

‘’Yeah…’’ my voice breaks which I mask with a cough ‘’We’ll catch up with you in a few. Y/N phone is charging so…’’

He nods in understanding luckily not checking if I’m lying or not, while I grab onto Y/N hips forcing her back, a whimper leaving her lips but Jeongguk is too preoccupied with laughing.

‘’Alright then, I’ll order your usual’s then.’’ Namjoon goes on politely smiling as he back away dragging the maknae along, Jin waiting for them at the door.

‘’Later!’’ the oldest greets as Y/N finally let’s go of my face, so I can wave goodbye too as they walk outside with cheers, and close the door behind them. Sighing in relief I turn forward to meet the horrified expression that my girlfriend has put on. Before she can protest I roll my hips forcing her to catch herself on her hands, while I start to shift and manhandle her onto her knees.

‘’What a good baby girl I have, not only is she gorgeous…’’ as I position her so she won’t faceplant, I push the skirt over her back to see how we are connected and thrust experimentally to see if she’s going to push me away or not ‘’…she’s also very obedient…’’ another thrust this one has her moaning louder than any time before today ‘’…and so so good for her daddy, making him so proud that he’s going to give her, her reward finally. Only good sluts get rewards, don’t they?’’

‘’I’m daddy’s good slut, daddy’s…ahhhh’’ she stammers out as I’m quick to pick up a brutal pace, thankfully not having danced much so I have the energy but also the frustration piled up enough to make me just mindlessly fuck her. The grip I have on her hips must be to tight, and the way my own knees dig into the floor is uncomfortable borderline painful but I know she’s into it. Mixing pain and pleasure and judging by her moans she’s getting close too. My spine fucking tingles all over, hips breaking the rhythm as the knot tightens in my stomach.

‘’You close?’’ I ask breathless licking my lips, sweat again now properly dripping down my forehead. She isn’t doing good either, her tight bun now undoing on its own, strands already having fallen down around her head.

It gives me an idea. I reach up tugging her hair from the bun just to wrap it around my wrist. It has her crying but out in pleasure (I know the difference between the two) at the burn on her scalp, while I keep my hips slamming against her ass the slapping noises overpowering the song. But it also has me staring down at her ass at how it jiggles. Its fucking glorious.

‘’D-d-daddyyy I-I’m…p-p-pleaseee…’’ I allow myself to grin and tilt my head up to stare down at her as she looks at me through tears. She’s getting overwhelmed but godsdamn she’s just so fucking gorgeous.

‘’Cum for me, slut. Want to feel how tight you can get, your sweet little c-c…ahhh shitttt…’’ I curse as she tightens immediately. Letting go of her hair she cries out head falling down, and I’m upset I don’t get to see her beautiful expression but she does clench impossibly tight which has me grabbing onto her hips almost forcing myself in. Luckily, she is wet enough, but her grip has me coming in seconds after she does.

I try and hold my composure but I find myself, leaning forward practically forcing her to hold me up until it clicks in my mind that I’m probably putting too much of my weight on her. I drop my hands on the ground with a pant, finally supporting my own weight, as I pull out feeling sensitive even more as the air hits my softening cock, which has me hissing ‘’Oh baby, you really did a number on me, fuck…’’ I admit.

‘’You okay?’’ she chuckles glancing back.

‘’I should be asking you that.’’ I reply and straighten up, tugging her by her waist off her knees and to let her rest against me as I sit back down again ignoring the cold floor.

‘’I’m peachy.’’ She replies with a smile on, hands readjusting the straps of her dress which I loosened up a bit ‘’Could really go for some food, and a nap though.’’ She admits staring at me through the mirror with a smile.

‘’Or another orgasm.’’ I propose which has her choking and turning to me around with wide eyes.

‘’Not enough trouble for one day? We almost got caught!’’ she goes on staring worriedly.

‘’But that’s what you like isn’t it?’’ another flush re-colours her cheeks back ‘’Stop complaining and give me a kiss to thank your daddy properly.’’

Surprisingly she doesn’t hesitate or roll her eyes like she likes to do, but turns around on my lap, and is quick to wrap her arms around me, lips landing on my own. I squeak in surprise but gladly melt into the kiss which she leads, and this time around I let her enjoying when her tongue darts over my lips teasingly. But then my stomach is the cause of which we part as I only now get aware how hungry I am.

‘’Food and nap then?’’ she asks smirking widely as I nod and just want to keep her close to me. I’m a very lucky man. Very, very lucky. Just as she starts to get up she’s quick to lean in and steal another kiss, making me chuckle.

‘’What was that for?’’ I ask curiously.

‘’Thank you, daddy.’’

My heart flutter at how adorable she is ‘’You’re welcome baby girl.’’

Copyright 2019© by barbika1508. All rights reserved.

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Dust Volume 5, Number 9

Tropical Fuck Storm

Just like that, summer’s over and we face a growing pile of late 2019 records. But before that, before we drag ourselves like kids to school into the second half, a moment to appreciate what’s accumulated.  This month’s Dust touches on groovy jazz tuba, punishing hardcore, a bracing industrial reissue, altered percussion and an OG Tuareg guitarist.  Contributors this time around include Isaac Olson, Ian Mathers, Jennifer Kelly, Jonathan Shaw, Bill Meyer and Andrew Forell.  

Joseph Allred — O Meadowlark (Feeding Tube) 

O, Meadowlark by Joseph Allred

 Plenty of people get the tag American Primitive Guitarist stuck on their rump these days. It’s not always appropriate and it’s not always welcome, but it adheres to Joseph Allred with the fastness of the truth.  Allred, a Tennessean who currently pursues higher learning at Boston College, understands that whether you use mountain music or raga-derived form as your framework (and he uses a bit of both, alternating between skeletal banjo figures and rushing guitar fantasias), the music has to project something beyond the notes. O Meadowlark not only evokes a cascade of emotions, some explicit and others allowed and bent until they’re beyond name, but he exerts an opposite pull. Like Robbie Basho or Steffen Basho Junghans, he draws the listener through the sound hole and into the tones and overtones that carom about the insides of his guitar.  Climb inside; like a Tardis, it has room for all.

Bill Meyer 

Caterina Barbieri — Ecstatic Computation (Editions Mego)

Ecstatic Computation by Caterina Barbieri

The title of Caterina Barbieri’s third LP suggests a congress of emotional states and cognitive processes; total neural action, you might say. The sound of the thing suggests another, maybe more personal integration. She favors massive, echo-haloed electronic sounds, the sort that would set off all manner of madness in the disco if only she’d subordinate them to a sufficiently clubby beat. But instead she juxtaposes them with wordless female vocals (not her own) and switched-on harpsichord sounds which lock together with a structural logic that probably comes natural to a person who grew up studying classical guitar. And while the sounds promise abandon, the way they lock together requires submission to a Bach-like allegiance to order. Promise delivered.

Bill Meyer

Theon Cross — Fyah (Gearbox Records)

Fyah by Theon Cross

Tuba player Theon Cross was the secret weapon of last year’s excellent Your Queen is a Reptile, by The Sons of Kemet. Fyah is Cross’s debut as a band leader, and  if the melodies occasionally sag, Cross and company generate more than enough energy to keep you, if not intently listening, grooving. Like many in the London jazz scene, Cross has no qualms about pulling in sounds from everywhere, and while not every experiment works (the synths and trap beats on “Panda Village” don’t add much), it keeps Fyah feeling fleet and admirably populist. Cross’s commitment to bring the tuba back to our attention and good graces is admirable, and he’s certainly the right guy for the job, but for better or for worse, he suffers the fate of all lower register players: disappearing when played back at anything less than high volume. As such, the real MVP on Fyah is tenor saxophonist and fellow London hotshot, Nubya Garcia. Fyah is a good record. It gets better the louder you play it.

Isaac Olson

 Drugs of Faith — Decay (Selfmadegod Records)

Drugs of Faith have been making records like Decay, their new EP, for quite a while now. The record is full of crossover hardcore that pushes on the pressure points of crust and sludge. It’s grimy, gritty, sweaty stuff and it’s really good. The focused truculence of a song like “Anonymity” sharpens rather than overwhelms the tune’s tendencies toward melody, and what a frigging breakdown. The whole 7” — all ten minutes of it — is terrifically punishing. Or maybe it’s punishingly terrific. Whatever it is, it goes by quick. But that’s cool, you’ll just flip it and play it again. And like a live hardcore set, music this intense is best enjoyed in small, gut-thumping doses. Toward the end of the excellent track “Nihilists,” singer Richard Johnson (who also plays guitar) growls, “If I go down, I’m taking you all with me.” Sure sounds like he means it.

Jonathan Shaw

Help — Help (Self Released)

Help by Help

One advantage to keeping songs short and lyrics anthemic is that you can throw a whole lot of sludge into the works and still end up with tunes that folks will remember the next day. Portland noise-punk band does this six times on their quite good debut EP, Help. No surprises here, just grimy, coruscating punk that sounds amazing when you’re reading the latest update on our slide into oligarchy/kleptocracy/kakistocracy/planet death/what have you. Best of all is their theme song, which softens up a traditionally macho genre with some very welcome, very 2019 vulnerability (Complete lyrics: “Help!/I fucking need it!/You know I’ve battled but it’s all I can take!”) and the closer, “Class War Now” which is about… well, you know.

Isaac Olson

 HTRK – Nostalgia (Fire Records)

Nostalgia is the self-released 2004 debut EP by Australian experimental trio HTRK (Hate Rock Trio). Nigel Yang (guitar, programming, electronics), Jonnine Standish (voice, percussion, samples) and Sean Stewart (bass, programming, samples) produce seven tracks of heavy, noise intensive electronica with echoes of Throbbing Gristle, Pan Sonic and Suicide. Physically and psychically crushing, the tracks move at a funereal pace with waves of static and feedback crashing against bottom end bass, percussion and drum machines as Standish’s voice intones from a cave, a cross between Lydia Lunch and Alan Vega. Instrumental opener “Hate Rock Trio” begins quietly with the ticking of a clock, a time bomb with crashes of distorted percussion. Thereafter the song titles tell the story of the EP. Run together they form both a record of, and a demand to acknowledge, damage inflicted: “Look What’s Been Done/Look Down the Line/Look At That Girl/Look At Her/You Injured Me/I’m All Broke Up.” The intensity builds with each track as feedback and samples scratch atop thickening layers of black sludge. Re-released by Fire Records, Nostalgia is a bracing experience with a palpable sense of menace.

Andrew Forell

 Max Jaffe — Giant Beat (Ramp Local)

Giant Beat by Max Jaffe

If a curious listener was told Max Jaffe only used one instrument to make Giant Beat, they’d be forgiven for guessing something like a modular synth. Instead, it’s drums, but in a way that makes the question maybe a little bit of a cheat; Jaffe, drummer for JOBS, Elder Ones and others, was also a beta tester for something called Sensory Percussion that allows percussionists to use their instruments to trigger sounds and samples in a way that feels analogous to the chromatic, sometimes abrasive playing Ian Crause and Disco Inferno did with sampling. Of course, with a drum kit and that kind of setup, Jaffe can generate a whole album just by himself in a different way than you might get with, say, a singer and an acoustic guitar. Giant Beat dips its toes into various experimental waters, jazz here, electronics there, noise and musique concrete there, but always with the steady pulse of Jaffe’s one-take percussive playing behind it. The result feels like anything but a product demo; if anything, it feels like a new type of voice articulating itself.  

Ian Mathers  

Ocean Fanfare — First Nature (Barefoot)

First Nature by Ocean Fanfare

Whether you take the words First Nature as a prescription of priorities or a stern reminder of who is best equipped to play the long game in the battle between humankind and its environment, this is a record with a message. But since that message is being relayed via horns, bass, and drums, which play melodies that wind and ascend, one must exercise one’s emotional antennae to decode the vibe. Both trumpeter Tomsz Dabrowski and alto saxophonist Sven Dam Meinild are equally facile with post-bop tunes and extended technique explorations, and the shuttles between these poles gives the music a questing quality. They’re methodically seeking, not giving up hope, and the inventive ways they maintain balance on the fly suggests that they’re conscious of what tools will come in handy if people are going to survive.

Bill Meyer

 Abdallah Ag Oumbadougou — Anou Malane (Sahel Sounds)

Anou Malane by Abdallah Ag Oumbadougou

One of the original Tuareg guitar heroes, Abdallah Oumbadougou recorded these dreaming, droning, melancholic-with-a-swagger tunes in Benin in 1995 with the West African producer Nel Oliver. It was a step up for Oumbadougou, who had previously recorded mostly on boom boxes in encampments during breaks in the Tuareg rebellion, but the songs, even embellished with electronics and studio effects, have a raw, lonely power to them.  “Thingalene” drifts towards funky pop in its syncopated drum machines and squealing synths, but Oumbadougou’s voice carries over time and distance with a bracing authenticity. Other tracks, like “Tenere” splice the echoing snap of gate-reverbed drums to a beat that sways like camel caravans; the guitar work here is particularly fine. On its original release, Anou Malane introduced the world to the Tuareg’s keening, ambling desert blues; now it reminds us that artists like Tinariwen and Terekaft and Mdou Moctar are interpreting and extending — not inventing — a vibrant art form.

Jennifer Kelly

Savage Republic  —Gods  & Guns (Mobilization)

Savage Republic doesn’t pack the band schedule very tightly nowadays. The band, currently a quartet (Thom Fuhrmann, Ethan Port, Alan Waddington, Kerry Dowling), took the whole of the 1990s off and has made just two albums in this century. But when they do make a record, it hits hard. In days gone by they sounded like Rhys Chatham fronting the Ventures on an album of Aegean surfer themes, but now they sound just a bit like Michael Gira fronting Echo & the Bunnymen in some Bladerunner-like hell of a dark hole. “God & Guns,” sung in dire and reverb-swaddled tones by Fuhrmann, articulates understandable dismay at the twin lumps of stinky meat that are being held in front of the vast heard of fascism-embracing Americans. The instrumental on the flip is named “Tranquilo,” but you won’t rest while they’re charging you, driven by chain-gang shouts, oil drum lashes, and epically massive bass. Heavy shit for heavy times.

Bill Meyer

Sleeping Ancient — There Is No Truth But Death (Viridian Flame)

There Is No Truth But Death by Sleeping Ancient

In any number of ways, black metal and the horror fiction of H.P. Lovecraft are a good match. The overweening interest in darkness and unnamably horrific, indecipherably complex forms; the highly abstruse mysticism; the tinge of troubling racism and anti-Semitism — it’s sort of uncanny. Sleeping Ancient aren’t the first black metal band to express a deep appreciation for Lovecraft’s weird fictions. Heck, they probably aren’t even the tenth or the fiftieth. But if they’re not breaking any new ground, thematically or musically, at least they’re making good songs. Check out the grand dirge of “Akeru,” or the slow but assured drift, from frigidly delicate melody to batshit intensity, that forms “Taphephobic Hallucinations” (taphephobia, by the way, is crippling fear of the grave—not death so much as the gravesite itself). The songs are typical of Sleeping Ancient’s mannered but powerful playing, which the band sustains across the whole of There Is No Truth But Death. It’s a good record to play as we wait for Cthulu. Judging by current conditions, we won’t have long to wait.

Jonathan Shaw

 Sore Points — Not Alright (Slovenly)

SORE POINTS "Not Alright" EP by Sore Points

If you miss the Marked Men, how ‘bout some hard, fast punk rock from Vancouver? This four-song 7 inch, following a 2018 self-titled on Deranged, snarls and stomps with feverish fury, making the most of its double drummed, guitar stabbed, bass whomped basics. You’d infer a few battered Ramones records in the rec room, but also punks both harder core and more melodic—Black Flag on one end and the Buzzcocks on the other. “Not Alright” rampages at blur speed. The drummer, whoever he is (Sore Points are not big on self-promotion), gets a monster workout here, but really everybody is pushing about as hard as it goes. “Not Coming Back,” is likewise accelerated, but in an anthemic, memorable way. As a non-professional, you’d kill yourself trying to keep up playing these songs, but you can sing along, no problem, after just one or two spins.

Jennifer Kelly

 Tropical Fuck Storm — Braindrops (Joyful Noise)

Braindrops by Tropical Fuck Storm

“Braindrops,” the title track from this second Tropical Fuck Storm album, slinks and rattles and backpedals, its rhythm complicated and syncopated, its stream-of-consciousness lyrics about dreams and waking (“But you gotta get up because time is nagging like a dog humping your leg”) as tangled as the polyrhythmic beat. There’s a slant of ska in the bass, a dissolute hint of post-punk in the cracked vocals and a baroque inclination to stuff things to the gills in the overload of just about everything. Tropical Fuck Storm tilts recognizable forms so far over that they always seem to be careening into chaos. A hip friendly bump of bass and drums is just a landing pad for guitar noises that crash, still burning, to the ground. Even the ballads (“Paradise” both “Marias”) teem with noise and dissonance. Braindrops is never an easy listen. It verges, fairly often, on the unpleasant. But in a world where everything spins down to a grey Spotified entropy, it’s a prickly, fascinating, mess of bright colored wires; go ahead cut one and see if it explodes.

Jennifer Kelly

 Various Artists — Greys (Anachronisme)

Greys by Field Guides

In this day and age, if one even wanted to put together a new “We Are the World,” where would one start? Leverage Models’ return to music last year with the phenomenal Whites was partly so that previously-shelved record could raise money for the Southern Poverty Law Center, and here the band and Anachronisme Records are at it again. Raising money for the Mohawk Valley Resource Center for Refugees this time, instead of trying to rope everyone they know into one big aesthetically-dubious singalong, they’ve put together with any number of friends a smorgasbord of 21 tracks all somehow ‘in conversation’ with the music on Whites. There are plenty of intriguing covers, remixes, and other deconstructions, from Field Guides’ glowing, pastoral version of “If I Let You Stay” to the menacing buzz of DOV’s remix of “Dark Pools,” to Concierge Records and The Working Elite’s “transatlantic meditation” on the feeling of the first song on Whites with “Day Two,” as well as two unreleased tracks from Leverage Models. Then there are the contributions that just engage with the emotions and stories of the original album, like Courtship Ritual’s haunting “Uncle Incision” and William Tyler’s gorgeous “She Swims in Hidden Water.” There’s a lot here to absorb, but even if you’re not familiar with the source material it all stands on its own, even as it’s still one of the most intriguing expansions of an album in recent memory. Not to mention hopefully a more effective way to help a good cause.

Ian Mathers

 avery r. young—Tubman (FPE)

tubman. by avery r. young

avery r. young brings the sizzle in this paean to African-American musical traditions from skanky funk to body-moving R&B to soul-on-fire gospel, complete with a full choir. The multi-talented Chicagoan took inspiration from his own book—Neckbone: Visual Verses—from Nina Simone and from the singer Jamila Woods, whose superlative pipes provide the uplift of many of these cuts. “Maasai” slouches so far into a smouldery blacksploitation groove as to be nearly horizontal, all evil wah-wah’d twitch and rumbling bass and slashing lightning bolts of disco strings, while “go'head mary & weep” takes things to the church with a massive harmonized swell. young himself has a fine, fluttery, emotionally nimble tenor, shades of the Reverend Al Green in his supple phrasing, but his songs take flight when they’re sung by a crowd, as on the spiritually stirring “lead in da wattah” and especially, the monster highlight “get to know a nina simone song” which rolls on like a doo-wopping, gospel-quarteting freight train right on to Mississippi. God damn, indeed.