Apr 17, 2019
jongin soft hours || a thread.
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jongin soft hours || a thread.
dating jongin || a thread.
“c’mere, we don’t have to get up just yet.” (To Kai)
Kai knew it was probably time she started getting ready to open up the parlor. But he coxed her back into bed with such ease. The woman laid back against his chest nice and close, warming her inked skin with the body of the other. It wasn't like he'd had to work too hard to convince her. "Okay, okay. A few more minutes.."
@long-gone-dream
For so long, traded glances and fantasies had been all Kai needed to get by. It wasn’t easy just admiring Oscar from afar for so long, watching other women watch him, sharing an inuendo here and there. All it seemed to take though to get him to come forward was the sight of her tattooing one of his underlings. His face had been so near her breasts, and just one inuendo too many had ended with a shared kiss and a profession of feelings that ran so much deeper than she had expected from him. The night after that tattoo had been incredible. A evening full of passion that lasted long into the next morning. Kai didn’t seem to have settled down properly under the covers until the sun was starting to brighten the sky through the window. Waking up from her alarm was absolutely dreadful, especially when she wanted nothing more than to stay curled up in his warmth. The morning didn’t last as long as either of them probably would have liked. Ozzy didn’t make it easy for Kai to get out of bed, and it was even harder to focus on cleaning up their mess from the night before when they showered. It took absolutely every ounce of her to keep their encounters to a heavy snog instead of delving into something deeper. A short ride back to the bar ana Kai retrieved her tattoo gear from the locked room in the back. One last cigarette and Kai left him with a kiss and the promise to see him that evening at the party. God, it had never been so hard to tear herself away from someone. After doing a couple long sessions for her scheduled clients, Kai took a second to think about how much of her life had changed. No longer was she just a lightly affiliated tattoo artist for a motorcycle gang, now she was the bosses old lady, the leader’s one and only. They weren’t going for a trail run, they weren’t fucking around. Tonight, they were having themselves a first date, even if that date was just at the club.
Scrubbing some ink off of her tattooed arms, Kai changed from her jeans to a little red number that stopped just below her ass and above the tattooed bows on the center of the back of her thighs. The fabric was soft, slinking from her breasts and over her curves. It exposed a good deal of her skin but most of it looked covered by the ink covering most of her body anyway. Normally she didn’t think much of getting dressed up for parties for anyone else but this felt different. A monster inside of her had woken from a deep slumber, a monster that wanted to see his face light up knowing the prettiest girl there was going up to his room with him at the end of the night all over again. Slipping back to the shop, the woman set aside a bag for the morning so that she could change out of her dress in the office to prevent an extra trip. More time spent with Ozzy, the better. Leaving was hard enough, and it would be even harder to have to leave knowing that she was missing out on an hour having to run home before work. A sudden rush of nerves washed through her though as she left the shop and made her way over to the bar. The woman stopped outside only to fuss with her heeled boot. Stepping through the door, Kai took a look around at the rowdy bunch of hoodlums already drinking the night away. More of the other old ladies were around, families she assumed of some of the other men. A number of eyes fell on her, as per usual from the ink on her skin. But when she met the eyes of the man that stole her heart, they all might as well have faded away. A burgundy smile curled onto her lips. “Hope I’m not too late.”
“ . . . so i made another girl mad today. she said i sucked at communication and cared more about my little sister than me but i thought everyone loved seeing little kids do cute things ? ” @itaidoshin