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Cut and Dry (Leon x Reader)

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Pairing: RE4 Leon x Reader

Summary: Leon comes home from a long and tiresome mission with a nasty wound that he tries to hide from you… keyword is try.

Genre: Established relationship, boyfriend Leon au, smut, hurt and comfort

Warnings: oral (f. receiving), fingering, praise, mentions and depictions of blood (but it’s really tame), swearing, hurt and comfort (it’s nothing serious though), pet names (‘baby’, ‘angel’)

WC: 3k-ish (I can’t remember the exact word count lmao)

A/N: I was debating on whether this could be considered a part 2 to my other domestic boyfriend Leon ff and right now I’m thinking fuck it— it can be considered a part 2 so if you read my other ff “Morning Distractions” I hope you enjoy this one! Also the two aren’t super connected so you can definitely read this one without having read the first one.

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Leon stumbled haphazardly out of his car as soon as he pulled up to the driveway, his heavy footsteps crunching against the hard gravel, interrupting the disgruntled quiet that settled over the early morning hours. He knew he needed to be quiet, not wanting to disrupt the neighbors as he stifled a grunt from escaping his lips, his gloved hand tightened over his side, the blood from the deep gnash slashed across his torso paying no mind to the pressure he tried to apply to stop the red liquid that stained his uniform. He had just come back from a mission and it was safe to say that it had been… arduous. He was honestly lucky that he didn’t sustain any other serious injuries besides the wound that was currently causing him severe amounts of pain.

“Fuck,” the man murmured under his labored breath as he leaned against the front doorframe, his body slumped and skin doused in a layer of sweat, coating him in its hard-earned glow.

Fumbling for his keys, his bloody gloved hands produced the jingling object, missing the lock a few times and cursing as a result until he finally managed to unlock the door. Practically tumbling into the foyer before his back met the cold surface of the door that closed behind him. Taking a quick assessment of the dark hallway, Leon sighed in relief when he didn’t see you waiting up for him like usual, figuring you were asleep due to the late hour. He didn’t need you seeing him like this– broken and fragile. As if you didn’t worry about him already, Leon knew this would only heighten your concerns and the last thing he wanted was for you to worry about his wellbeing when he knew you had your own shit you were dealing with.

Pushing himself off the door, Leon bit back a groan, the searing stab wound in his side alarming him of its pertinence as he trudged his way over to the pantry where he kept his emergency supplies. Grabbing a first aid kit he managed to stumble over to the couch right as his vision began to blur.

“Shit… I need to hurry up…” he thought to himself as he stripped himself of his shirt, tossing it to the side along with his dirty leather gloves. He sighed as the cool air-conditioned breeze rushing out from the vents hit his heated skin, the sweat drying unlike his wound as more blood gushed through.

Leon did his best to stop the bleeding, he was used to tending to his injuries so what was one more, right? He did his best to calm himself, his eyes periodically glancing up at the staircase to make sure you hadn’t heard him before glancing down at his wound, he hurriedly poured out a stream of rubbing alcohol onto a wipe before bracing himself, knowing the sting he was about to feel would be even more painful than the actual injury itself. And just as he predicted, when he pressed the wipe firmly against his side a strangled groan escaped his lips that he desperately tried to cover, his eyes squeezing closed tightly as he did his best to take deep and even breaths.

Unbeknownst to him, up in your shared bedroom, you stirred, sitting up slowly to glance at the clock on your nightstand before your eyes widened in alarm. You had fallen asleep waiting for Leon and if the sound that emanated from downstairs was any indication– Leon had just come home from his mission. You slip out from under the covers, grabbing a robe when the cool air meets your warm skin. With light steps, you quickly yet quietly made your descent down the stairs, your eyes immediately finding Leon slumped on the couch. It only takes you a second to take in the scene before you, noting the red cloth pressed against his side that you knew was white before.

“Leon? Oh my god…” you mutter, your tone laced with shock and concern as you hurry over to your boyfriend, sitting gingerly beside him while your eyes quickly assess his body, searching for any other ailments before zeroing in on his wound.

Upon hearing your voice break through his strained breathing, Leon’s eyes flew open, sitting up before grunting and falling back on the couch. “Baby– what’re you doing up? You should be sleeping–” he tried to soothe you, his voice taking on a calming lilt despite the obvious pain he was in, trying to mask it behind a weak smile that gave way to a grimace as his hand tightened around the wound.

“Leon–what happened?” you ask, immediately getting to work on fixing your man up. You had been with Leon long enough to know what to do in these situations, your hands finding the proper materials you’d use to stitch him back up, knowing his pride kept him from going to a hospital.

Leon shrugs off your question, attempting to stop your hands that tried moving towards his wound, “babe, I’m fine. Go to sleep.”

“You’re not fine. Stop acting all hard and let me take care of you,” your voice was firm, leaving no room for the man to argue with you as he sighed before relenting, laying back on the couch as his expression tensed, visible discomfort flooding his tired blue eyes.

He knew you loved him and that you took no issue with tending to his injuries, but every time you did he couldn’t help but feel like he was hurting you, having you constantly see the unheroic sides of his job that left him torn and dirty, bleeding over the new couch you guys had just bought. But he didn’t attempt to stop you again, simply letting a tense silence form between you as he watched you concentrate on cleaning up the wound after successfully stopping the bleeding for now. After a minute, he finally spoke, his voice low and quiet in the early dawn of the morning, “sorry about the couch…”

Your eyes flicked up to meet Leon’s when you heard his mumbled words, your hands picking out more medical materials from the kit, preparing to perform a brief suture on Leon. When you first assessed the wound you noted that it was deep but luckily not too severe, allowing you to patch him up now, at least until you forced him to visit the doctor later in the morning. “I don’t care about the couch, Leon…” you finally reply as you prepare to give Leon a few stitches.

“Yeah, but… you were so excited to pick it out and now–” Leon’s words are cut off when you first puncture his skin. He hisses sharply, his muscles tensing for a moment before relaxing, knowing he needs to be still in order for you to continue doing your job.

“And now it’s covered in blood. Your blood from the wound you weren’t going to tell me about.” Your words were clipped, the slight anger you felt at Leon trying to hide something like this from you rising now that you knew he was going to be alright. Your eyes didn’t meet Leon’s as your hands quickly began sewing Leon up, his skin coming together under your ministrations as the area surrounding the wound was dusted in a light red tint, the skin agitated yet prepared to begin healing as you finished up the last stitch.

Leon sighs as you begin to pack up the materials, noticing how you practically throw the needles and rubbing alcohol into the kit before quickly wrapping up his wound in a thick layer of gauze. He knew you were upset with him, you always were when he tried hiding his injuries. Wanting to alleviate your anger he slowly sat up, grunting a bit at the pain from the sudden movement which earned him a glare from you. He internally cursed in his head, knowing he wasn’t making a good case for himself already as he tried to find the right words to say to ease your mind.

“I’m sorry, ____. Really… I know you want to be there for me, but I can’t help but feel… ashamed whenever you see me like this,” running a rough hand through his hair, Leon sighed heavily, his chest rising and falling as his breath evened out, his mind clearing up from the pain due to your help.

“Ashamed? Leon, I’m your girlfriend, not your colleague. You shouldn’t be ashamed to let me see you when you need help.” You reply, your expression softening for a moment as you turn to look at Leon better, the little light emanating from the lamp in the corner of the room casting half of his body in a warm glow, his skin regaining some of its color from the sickly pale tint it once had. You lift your hand to lightly brush along the side of Leon’s cheek and he leans into your touch, finding it a beacon of comfort after the horrors he had seen the night before. Despite your frustration, you couldn’t help the wave of dejection you felt, realizing how little Leon trusted you concerning his wellbeing and your capabilities to support him through his vulnerable moments, “I love you and you know that. I’ll always be here for you no matter what, but I can’t help unless you trust that I can.” Your tone was quieter this time, subdued in the levels of desolation you felt course through you.

Leon’s eyes widened a bit as he took in your words, his gaze catching onto the way your gaze pooled with a certain sadness and concern he hadn’t quite realized you carried for him. “Babe, I… I do trust you. With my life, but I still don’t want to have to put you through seeing me like this– you deserve someone strong to protect and secure you.”

“Yeah, but what you’re not getting is that I should be allowed to do the same thing for you.” Your reply stings deeper than any cut or stab wound Leon could’ve received. With a somber look, you press a quick kiss to Leon’s cheek before standing up and making your way back upstairs, the lingering tension of your conversation hanging over him as he watched you disappear upstairs, leaving his wound fixed but mind a mess.

“Damn it, Leon…” he muttered under his breath, his head hanging low while his hand rubbed the back of his neck. He hadn’t realized the depth of your feelings for him, the unwavering love you harbored for him that he practically pushed away to maintain his pride.

He knew he needed to fix this, to show you that he trusted and loved you in the same way that you did, he couldn’t just leave it like this, leave you alone in your bedroom questioning his feelings for you. No– he couldn’t have that. With determination pushing away his regret, he managed to stand, the wound still emanating a dull pain but it wasn’t enough to keep him from making his way to the stairs. While it took him longer than he liked, he managed to make his way upstairs, quietly heading towards your shared bedroom and finding your back facing him.

His eyes briefly flicked over to the sun slowly beginning to rise over the horizon, painting the once pitch-black sky into a mirage of oranges and pinks that blended into a light blue. He sighed at the sight before turning back to you, his expression softening as he observed you for a moment longer before making his way over to the bed. Making sure to avoid putting pressure on his wound, he slipped under the covers next to you before his heavy arms reached out to gently wrap around your waist, bringing you closer to him as his toned chest met your back, his breath skating down your neck as he took in your natural scent, the smell intoxicating him. After thoroughly taking in your presence and how nicely your body fit against his, he began to talk, his voice low and quiet in the small space between you.

“Baby? I don’t know if you’re awake and if you’re not I have no problem repeating this, but if you are listening I want you to know how much you mean to me,” he began, pausing for a moment as he figured out the rest of the words he wanted to say that perfectly encompassed how he felt, “I love you so much… you’re my everything, I swear. I know you care for me and I guess… I guess I was scared that if you saw how fucked up my job really was and the amount of times I end up getting my ass kicked you’d end up leaving… that it would be too much for you to handle and I shouldn’t have assumed that. I thought I was protecting you, but I realize I was only pushing you away.” Leon had more to say, but he stopped when he saw you shift before turning to face him.

He smiled softly when he saw your face, his hand leaving your waist to brush along the curve of your cheek, his touch delicate yet warm as his eyes bored into yours. You had been awake the whole time and while you wished he told you about his injury earlier, you could understand why he felt like he needed to hide it. Your own eyes flicked over his face, taking in the way the early morning light perfectly highlighted his features– his sharp nose, angular jaw, and clear blue eyes that met yours, clear affection and vulnerability in his gaze as the sincerity of his words washed over you.

After a moment of staring, you finally spoke up, your voice quiet yet lighter now, “thank you, Leon. I love you too and I’ll always be here to support you… just promise me that you’ll be more open with me the next time you get injured, okay?”

Leon nods, his pink lips immediately widening in a bright smile. His hand cups your cheek before he leans forward, his lips brushing against yours as he murmurs, “I promise. I’ll tell you everything from now on,” with that submission he deepens the kiss, his lips pressing more firmly against yours as his tongue runs along the curve of your bottom lip, leaving you breathless when he pulls away.

Instead of the affectionate loving smile that once graced his lips, when he breaks the kiss, you note the sudden heat pooling in his gaze, his smile turning into a sensual curl of his lips while his thumb left your cheek to brush along your bottom lip that his tongue just tasted, “god, I missed you…” he murmurs, his eyes taking you in as if you were the world’s most fascinating piece of art, “do you mind if I finish my apology?”

You quirk an eyebrow at the sudden question as you do your best to not show how much his touch has gotten to you, your legs shifting conspicuously under the covers to quell the growing ache you felt between them. “Finish?” You ask, wondering what Leon was referring to.

With a devilish smile, Leon suddenly moves below the covers as you feel him shift, his hands lightly caressing your legs before finding your plush thighs. With a gentle push, he parts your legs and settles between them. Immediately your mind understands what he meant as you begin to protest, your eyes widening as you quickly lift the covers to look at Leon. His gaze meets yours as he gives you an endearing smile, his slender fingers tracing along your inner thigh. “Leon– no, you shouldn’t be doing this. Your injury…”

“I’ll be fine, I’m just gonna show you how much I love you by eating you out, okay? Now relax for me, babe, and let me please you,” without another word, you watch as Leon’s fingers move up to the edge of your underwear, a damp spot already making itself known which earns a smirk out of Leon as his fingers brush over the area, probing lightly against your entrance before moving up to brush against your covered clit, earning a quiet groan out of you as you debate on letting this happen.

All resolve to push him away, however, dissolves when you feel his tongue flick against your underwear, tasting your arousal as the barrier of thin fabric adds another sensation of pleasure to the erotic scene. Your eyes almost go out of focus as your hand holding up the cover trembles a bit, your thighs spreading further apart on their own accord to give Leon more access to you, a silent plea for him to continue which he gladly does with a shit-eating smirk on his lips. His hands quickly tug off your underwear, tossing them somewhere under the covers before his eyes take in the sight before him.

“So beautiful…” he murmured as he took in your wet folds, his intense gaze was enough to have your heart racing against your chest, desire and anticipation making an impatiently intoxicating mix as your teeth captured your bottom lip. With one final glance up at you, Leon lowered his head before he rested between your legs, his tongue sliding out and immediately finding your sensitive bud of nerves.

He started slow at first, wanting to build up your pleasure as the tip of his tongue slowly swirled around your clit, switching between gentle flicks and swipes to his lips sucking against the bud. The sensation elicits a moan from your lips as your hand drops the covers, too consumed with the pleasure of Leon’s tongue against you to bother keeping it up. Instead, your head falls back on the plush pillow below you, your hips lifting slightly to better meet Leon’s mouth.

He hums in appreciation for your urgent need to feel more of him, the sensation vibrating against your pussy as his tongue continued to flick against your clit before finally moving on, giving the sensitive nerve a break as his tongue finds your entrance. Without much warning, his tongue slides inside you, lapping up your arousal and tasting you, causing him to moan softly against you, enjoying not only the way you tasted but the way your body reacted to his touch.

His hands reached up to grasp your hips, steadying them against his mouth, not wanting you to escape the pleasurable torment he was bestowing upon you as more moans tumbled from your plush lips, your back beginning to arch while your nails dug into the sheets. You were endowed in blissful surrender, your every squirm and whimper belonging to him as he pleased you to no end, wanting to display his devotion and care for you. Moving away from your entrance, his tongue returned to your clit, flicking against the bud while one of his hands moved away from your hip to your entrance, brushing along it before slipping two fingers inside, your walls clench at the intrusion as his digits probed deep inside you, the wet sound of your pussy mixing with your moans that grew louder with every thrust of his fingers inside you.

You could feel the coil of tension in between your legs begin to tighten, the tension in your body building as you squirmed under Leon’s touch, the double stimulation of his fingers and tongue sending you over the edge as your eyes fluttered closed and thighs threatened to close the closer you to got to your orgasm.

“Hold still, baby… almost there, you’re doing so well for me…” you heard Leon’s low voice rumble from under the covers, you missed the smirk he had on his face, too busy trying to grapple with your incoming climax that had you crying out to Leon. His hand that wasn’t fucking into you held down your hips, stopping you from moving away or closing your legs, sliding down to hold your thighs apart. He was determined to make you cum, he wanted to taste you over his tongue, to know he did a good job for you.

“L-Leon–ah! God– I-I’m close–!” You manage to sputter out seconds before your muscles seize, your body stiffening before finally the coil snaps and a blinding light overtakes you, your figure shudders and trembles against Leon who doesn’t let up even with your warning. He simply redoubles his efforts, wanting to bring you over the edge with an intensity that matches his affection for you. His lips continued to suckle against your clit, his fingers plunging in and out of you as your orgasm washes over you. He loves the feel of you shaking against him, pride swelling in his heart at making you feel as loved and cared for as he felt around you.

When you finally begin to calm down from your high, Leon takes a second to clean you up, his tongue collecting your essence dutifully before he finds your underwear somewhere under the sheets and slides them gingerly back over you. Finally, he rises from the covers, his body hovering over yours as he stares deeply into your eyes, leaning down he presses a searing kiss to your lips, allowing you to taste yourself before pulling away with a soft smile on his lips. “So do you accept my apology?”

You chuckle when you hear his question, your hands lifting to wrap around him, resting along the back of his neck as your fingers lightly brushed along his smooth skin. “Yes, I accept and forgive you, babe. I love you…” your words are sincere and intimate, matching the peaceful atmosphere that settled between you as Leon gazed down at you, a tender gleam in his eyes.

“I love you too, angel. And I thank you for all that you do for me…” he murmured, his tone open and honest for you to see. As he dropped another lingering kiss against your lips he couldn’t help but settle in next to you, holding you close as you both embraced one another in the tranquility of your room, the sun rising as you both prepared for a restful sleep, uncaring if the world outside was beginning to wake up as you two held one another, content to slip into your sanctuary of love and security.

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Leon Kennedy x Black Reader (Headcanon)

•Notes•

Pairing: RE4 Leon Kennedy x Black Reader

Genre: smut, fluff, headcanon

Summary: A few headcanons of what it would be like dating Leon Kennedy.

Warnings: smut at the end but it’s nothing too graphic, pet names (‘baby’, ‘love’)

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: This is my first headcanon so sorry if it’s shitty but I hope you enjoy it regardless! Also the first section for the headcanon was written more as an intro to set everything up!

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⟡⋆.˚❀⋆.˚ ⟡⋆.˚❀⋆.˚⟡ First Meeting ⟡⋆.˚❀⋆.˚❀⋆.˚⟡ ⟡⋆.˚

When Leon was first assigned to train you, the newest recruit brought onto the Division of Security Operations, he could only bite back a curse word from slipping past his lips and nod towards his superior, accepting his assignment no matter how begrudgingly. He didn’t have time to train newbies, he had his own shit going on which he proceeded to comb through on his way to see you.

However, all his internal grumbling fell to a muted hush when he entered the training room. His eyes fell on you and while they narrowed into an assessing squint, inside he felt his heart pound against his chest as his eyes flickered over your body, briefly lingering on your curves before clearing his gaze. He didn’t know it then but he was fascinated with you from day one.

Leon could be a pain in the ass when it came to training, putting too much emphasis on the minute details and leaving all his trainees burned out by the end of the week. But with you, it was different. Whenever Leon became too overbearing, rather than taking it you’d quip back at Leon, taking him by surprise with your sharp tongue despite your mostly unassuming nature.

Leon couldn’t help but feel heat wash through him whenever you retorted against his commands, how your pretty eyes flared with a mixture of passion and determination whenever you spoke. If Leon looked close enough, just beyond the surface of your alluring gaze, he could see a silent defying challenge in your eyes, a challenge that Leon found himself more and more eager to fulfill as the days turned into weeks…

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As stoic and hardened as Leon had become over the years, the moment you entered his life it was almost as if the time he had spent crafting a meticulous wall around his emotions meant nothing as his heart would crash against his chest whenever you smiled at him or caught his gaze that seemed to be permanently locked on you.

During meetings, Leon makes a habit of getting there early, always saving a seat for you beside him with a steaming cup of coffee waiting for you.

Normally, Leon is usually able to remain focused during meetings, the longer the better. But now with you sitting so close to him, every meeting seemingly begins to test his self-restraint.

He subtly tries to move closer to you to take in more of your sweet perfume, if the meeting drags on he’ll let his hand trace random patterns over any exposed skin he can reach. Whether that be your hand, arm, palm, or knee– as long as Leon can feel the warmth of your brown skin underneath his fingertips he’s content.One day after training, Leon invites you out to a favorite bar of his, wanting to spend more time with you without divulging how much he craves your attention. This became a habit for you two, and soon you guys were going out for lunches and dinners after work on the regular.

Practically everyone at the agency knows that you and Leon are damn near a full-fledged couple.

Leon simply rolls his eyes whenever his co-workers chide him for taking so long to officially ask you out, giving them the same answer: “It’s none of your business.” And that pretty much shuts down any further conversation on the topic.

Leon doesn’t like to share. He hates sharing your attention with anything or anyone else. He also hates anyone prying into your relationship. He felt that what you two had going needed its time and space to cultivate into something more and he didn’t need his nosy-ass co-workers butting in to ruin the delicate intimacy that was building between you and him.

Leon loves to watch you train. He loves observing how your soft curves can carry such deadly velocity and force. The disparity between how he viewed you and how you trained were two stark comparisons but it only added to your attractiveness as Leon found himself having to shade the tent at the front of his pants more often than he’d like.

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Leon, while difficult, managed to keep most of his affections and desires for you at bay. But when you agreed to be his girlfriend on one of your late-night hangouts, he couldn’t care less about his image and prioritizing professionalism. He had you now and that’s all he cared about.

He showers you with love and affection, taking you out on mini lunch dates when both of your schedules align.

When at work, Leon does his best to remain professional when around others, not wanting to display your relationship to everyone. He gets antsy, however, when he’s next to you and can’t touch you due to the nature of your working relationship. That doesn’t stop him from grasping your hand whenever he can, letting his thumb brush small comforting circles over your hand.

Leon loves staring at you, especially when your side profile when you’re focusing on something. He likes the way your eyebrows furrow and eyes glint with determination.

It’s no surprise that Leon is protective of you. The nature of his career was built around protecting people so when it came down to protecting the ones he cared about, he could be a bit overbearing.

He helps you take out your braids or weave if you wear them. At first, he wasn’t too sure how to properly assist, not wanting to pull or damage your hair. But he still wanted to help and so after asking you a few questions and taking out a few braids, he quickly got the hang of things and now regularly asks to help with your hair whenever you change up your hairstyle.

He always makes you text him whenever you’re going out, wanting to make sure that you arrive at your destinations on time. If you forget to text him, he’ll check your location before calling you to make sure that you’re okay.

Anytime Leon leaves for a longer mission he makes sure to lavish you in love and affection, growing more affectionate and touchy when he knows he’ll have to leave you.

Waking up in the morning is Leon’s favorite part of the day, it gives him time to admire your face unabashedly. He loves to trace his callused finger gently along the surface of your skin, lightly tracing your jawline and cheeks while trying to not wake you.

Whenever Leon comes back from long missions, you make it your job to shower him with comfort and affection. Those nights usually consist of lacy lingerie, scattered candles, and a very satisfied Leon.

Leon is a big cuddler despite what others may think. He loves using his larger frame to encapsulate you in his embrace, tugging you close to him while he takes in the scent of your hair, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

Gives you hugs from behind, his heavy arms wrapping around your waist and tugging you against his chest while his head hovers over your shoulders.

Leon can never say no to you. He could be working in his home office, filing away documents, and sending in mission reports only to stop when you walk in, your touch distracting him in the best way. He’ll always put on the facade of resistance, “Babe, I’m working…” but that sentiment doesn’t stand a chance when put up against the pleading look you always give him in response that always makes him fold, pulling you down on top of him and pressing his lips against yours.

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Leon loves eye contact. Whenever his toned body hovers over yours he can’t help but stare into your eyes. He loves watching how your face contorts in pleasure with his every thrust, enjoying the low whimpers that escape you when he pulls out only to be greeted by the satisfying moans that escape you when he plunges back inside you.

He loves how vocal you are, he likes hearing how good he’s making you feel. If you try to keep quiet he’ll simply smirk in amusement before fucking you senseless into the covers, pleasuring you to an agonizing degree until he hears you crying out for his name.

જ⁀➴ “That’s it, baby… let it out for me. Let me hear those pretty moans.”

Leon loves it when you give him head, but he’ll never ask for it.

He’ll always prioritize your pleasure, always making you cum first before him.

Leon enjoys talking you through your orgasms, especially when you ride him.

જ⁀➴ “Take it slow, love. Don’t rush yourself…”

He loves it when you give him massages, feeling your warm palms glide along the contours of his tense body never failed to get a reaction out of him, the towel covering his lower half not doing much to hide his erection, not that he wanted to hide it from you.

Touching your body is Leon’s favorite pastime. On the couch his hand usually rests over your shoulder, tucking you against him. When in public he holds you by the waist, letting everyone know that you are his.

When he’s drunk, his usual self-restraint weakens which allows his hands to roam over the curves of your soft brown skin. In those instances, he couldn’t give a damn who was around, letting his hands trail up your thighs or brush over your breasts while his lips brush against the side of your neck, his low raspy voice murmuring sweet licentious words into your ear.

If Leon is sitting somewhere, he’ll always reach out to gently grasp your waist, pulling you onto his lap so he can pepper your face with teasing kisses.

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Overall, Leon is completely in love with you. He’s a devoted and loyal lover who will always prioritize your comfort and safety over everything. He shows his love to you through physical touch and acts of service, jumping at any chance he could take to help you if it would bring a smile to your face.

*“You know I’d do anything for you right, babe? All you have to do is ask and I’ll do it for you.”* ―୨୧⋆ ˚

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Short and Sweet (Yg x black reader)

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Pairing: Yoongi x Black Reader

Genre: smut, college au

Summary: You and Yoongi have been fuck buddies for awhile now, but it seems like Yoongi might want more.

Warnings: smut, oral (f. receiving & m. receiving), penetration w/o protection (use protection!), cursing, drinking, pet names (‘love’), slight toxicity

WC: 7,642

A/N: This one took me forever to write for some reason (writers block is a bitch). I wrote this to help me get back into things so I hope you like it.

Enjoy!

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Your hands nestled their way into the long black strands of Yoongi’s hair, gripping the roots harshly as you pushed the man’s face deeper against you, a poorly repressed moan escaping your lips as you do so.

“Y’know I’m not going anywhere,” you heard a low voice rasp from below you.

You forced your eyes open long enough to glance down at the man currently eating you out, your jeans halfway down your thighs as Yoongi smirked up at you, his lips glistening under the low light of the custodian’s storage room.

“Shut up,” you huffed, your grip on Yoongi’s hair tightening to punctuate your words.

The man simply chuckled quietly at your gruff words before situating his lips back around your clit, his tongue ran devilishly across you while his fingers plunged deeper inside of you. It was a dangerous combination that had you biting your lip harshly to keep your moans down.

You didn’t really think out your plan when you demanded Yoongi’s attention after class through text. He just looked so damn good when he walked into today’s lecture with his hair freshly dyed a midnight black, the wavy curls of his hair fanning his soft-looking skin while his sharp eyes glanced over at you playfully.

Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing when he pulled that shit.

Your legs clenched together from under your desk as if automatically. It had been a while since the two of you had sex and you were practically in heat. So when you texted Yoongi halfway through the lecture hinting at a quick session you weren’t exactly thinking logically since as soon as class ended you dragged the man to the nearest empty room on campus which just so happened to be the janitor’s closet.

The heady scent of Pinesol further deluded your senses as you took in harsher breaths of air to steel yourself against the wall as Yoongi licked away at you.

“Feel good, love?” he call out to you, you could practically hear the smug smirk on his lips as he spoke.

You grit your teeth, your eyes squeezed shut as you pressed him further against you, “quiet,” you command, only trying to focus on the feeling of Yoongi’s tongue and fingers against you and not his cocky attitude.

Unbeknownst to you, Yoongi felt himself get even harder. As if tasting you weren’t hot enough, your quick and quiet demands had him feeling even giddier. He loved it when you gave him a reason to shut up and thus he let you press his head further into your center. He loved the taste of you. Shit, he practically worshiped the way you spilled onto his tongue as he slide in between your wet folds, savoring every shudder and tremble of your body.

He loved talking shit just to have you break him down to his rightful place. It’s why he continued finger fucking you even after you had just come. Your body squirmed under him, his eyes danced up to your face after he licked you off of his lips. You looked so goddamn sexy with your eyes closed and lip captured between your teeth.

“Thanks…” you sighed after your body finally came down from the extremely satisfying orgasm Yoongi gave you.

“My pleasure. You look hot when you come,” Yoongi noted with a lopsided smirk as he pulled up your underwear and jeans.

“How charming,” you said with a roll of your eyes, the hint of a smile curving the edges of your lips as Yoongi stood to face you, his hands sneakily sliding around your waist.

“I’m even more charming when I’m out, eating dinner under the stars and making quirky conversations with someone.”

You cocked an eyebrow, “mhm. Sounds like a date.”

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, “you said it. So how about it?”

“We’re just fuck buddies remember?” You replied with a small smirk.

“That could change.”

“Or not. Y’know we’d make the worst couple.”

Yoongi tilts his head, his small eyes gazing into yours as he speaks, “who said that?”

You rolled your eyes, “like all of our friends? We’re only compatible with sex, remember?” You pinched Yoongi’s nose teasingly as he shuddered out of your touch with a playful smile of his own.

“Oh, I remember,” the man purrs, his voice low and soothing as his breath fans across your ear when he leans in closer to you. His thumb rubs soothing circles against your waist, just above your jeans.

You repress a shiver from running down your spine, this man was like a siren, his very touch and voice were enough to pull you in if you weren’t careful. Lucky for you though- you were always careful and pulled back from Yoongi, your eyes catching as you placed a hand on his firm chest and gently pushed him back. “Good. So you know that’s all we’re good for. I’ll see you next time, Yoongi.” With a wink you squeezed past the black-haired man and out of the small closet, your hands roaming over your clothes and piecing them back in order.

~~~~~✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧~~~~~

Your eyes began to blur as you reread the same paragraph for the fifth time. Finals were just around the corner and you had been cooped up in the library with your small study group for the past six hours.

“Okay, if I don’t get some food in me I’m just gonna start eating people,” your eyes glanced up to catch your friend, Jungkook, slumped back in his chair from across the table. His tattooed arms folded over each other as a contrasting pout pulled at the curves of his small lips.

“God, _____, let's get Kook some food. He’s a big guy, he really could eat us if he wanted.” Jin, your other study buddy, responded. His eyes watching Jungkook with caution.

You chuckled a bit, “I can’t go guys,” you held up your comically large textbook, “I gotta at least get through this chapter before I take a break.”

Jin rolled his eyes, his plump lips curling up in a mocking smirk, “you’ve been on the same page for the past 15 minutes. I don’t think you’re making much progress.”

“Well, I have to try!” You groaned, your head falling against the cover of the textbook.

You heard your two friends move, their wooden chairs gliding against the carpeted floor as Jungkook’s voice sounded from above you, “don’t listen to Jin, _____. We’ll get you a snack or something, alright?”

You nodded your head solemnly against the book, not looking up until you felt like you were alone at the table. “Fuck finals…” you mumbled as you opened your book back to the page you last read.

You forced yourself to sit up straighter in your chair and shook your head slightly, trying to summon some energy to help you focus. You only got halfway through the paragraph, however, when another voice spoke up beside you.

“Studying?”

Just from the slight rasp alone, you could determine who the voice's owner was before you looked up. Your tired expression was quickly replaced by one of amusement when your eyes caught sight of Yoongi standing beside you, his body leaning slightly against the table.

“No, paragliding.” You answered after a second, your eyes meeting Yoongi’s with a gleam of excitement.

If anyone could replenish your energy- it was Yoongi.

“Looks fun,” the man commented with a smirk as he took a seat next to you, “where’s tweedle-dee and tweedle-dum?”

“Why you wanna know? Are you jealous?” You asked, your voice hinting at just a bit of playfulness.

Yoongi’s smirk widened even further as he brushed a strand of hair away from his face. His black hair shone underneath the warm fluorescent lights that washed his face in a subtle glow; his small pouty lips practically glistening after he briefly swiped his tongue across them temptingly, “terribly jealous.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “I’m sure. Well, if you must know, they went to get some food after Jungkook threatened to eat someone.”

Yoongi quirked an eyebrow, his eyes pooling with confusion as he spoke, “why get food when you’re right here?” You felt Yoongi lean closer to you, his voice dipping low so only you could be privy to his licentious words as he whispered softly, “you taste pretty delicious to me.”

You thanked God that your brown skin prevented the raging heat in your face to not be outwardly noticed. Yoongi seemingly had no shame if he was willing to speak to you like this knowing the effect it would have on you while out in public. But before you could even think to come up with a response the sounds of something hitting the table startled you away from Yoongi.

When you turned your flustered eyes to the front of the table you saw Jin and Jungkook with bags of snacks that they poured over the table.

“We eating good,” Jungkook commented with a wide smile as he took a seat, his hands automatically reaching out to grab a bag of chips.

“Yoongi. Didn’t know you’d be here,” Jin greeted with a polite smile.

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders, “yeah, well… I saw you guys and thought I’d say hi.”

“More like you saw _____ and wanted to say hi,” Jungkook said through a mouth full of crushed chips.

“Gross, Kook,” you grimaced as you held your hand up to cover his mouth.

Yoongi simply smirked, though the usual flirtatious edge it usually had when he flashed it was gone. “Caught me,” he then pushed himself away from the table before speaking once again, “and now that I’ve been caught… can I talk to you for a second?” Yoongi asked, his attention turning towards you.

You shrugged, “sure,” you agreed before standing up and looking over at your friends who sent you teasing looks.

You rolled your eyes at them before following Yoongi through the library until he stopped in a dim corner surrounded by tall bookshelves, the area void of any other students.

“You chose a pretty secluded spot to ‘talk.’”

Yoongi turned around to face you while leaning against one of the wooden bookshelves settled against the wall with a smirk, “purely coincidental.”

“Oh is it?” You asked, your eyes darkening slightly as you took in the man before you.

He nodded, his eyes seemingly doing the same as they flicked over your body. You watched the way his muscles flexed as he folded his arms across his chest along with the way he tilted his head slightly to the side before he responded, “plausible deniability, love.”

You scoffed as you took a step to stand directly in front of him, your hands snaking down his firm body until you grasped the precipice of his desire through his basketball shorts. Your eyes took in Yoongi’s reaction, a shallow groan escaping his pretty lips as his eyes glazed over slightly at your touch, “I’d like to see you plausibly deny that, love.”

Yoongi chuckled through his pleasure, his eyes meeting yours as you continued applying pressure over his covered dick. Watching him squirm underneath your touch and grasp your hips, pulling you closer against him, sent a thrill of excitement through you. It was just the thing you needed to keep yourself from burning out.

“As much as I am enjoying this- and trust me I am. I actually did want to talk to you.” Yoongi said, his voice slightly shaky as your hand continued to palm him through his shorts.

“About?” You cocked an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk crossing across your lips as you waited for a response.

Yoongi’s eyes gazed into you, a flash of something you didn’t recognize flickering in his stare before he cleared it away with a shake of his head. A thick quiet settled between you briefly as the athlete cleared his throat and gave you his signature arrogant smile, “nevermind. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

You eyed Yoongi suspiciously, part of you wanted to probe him for his weird behavior but another part of you didn’t want to push him, after all, you guys weren’t together and you didn’t want to overstep any undiscussed boundaries. So instead you pushed the encounter aside before flashing him a smug smile of your own, the tension from before fading as you spoke.

“Since when do you call the shots?”

The side of Yoongi’s lips lifted in an amused smile as he countered, “since I saved your ass from studying?” he emphasized his point by sneaking his expansive hand around you and giving your ass a firm squeeze.

“Oh, ‘saved’ me did you?” you asked, a thrill of excitement coursing through you at his touch, “then I should repay for your generous nature, right?”

Without much further thought you quickly sank to your knees, your hands clutching the waistband of Yoongi’s shorts, preparing to pull them down. You glanced back up at Yoongi to see him watching you with wrapped attention, his breath shallow and his eyes wide. You gave him a sly grin, your teeth peeking out to appetize him before you pulled his shorts down slightly, just enough to reach your hand in and pull out his hard dick. It had been a while since you gave Yoongi head- you liked letting him pine for your mouth until you gave in to his desires.

Your eyes took in the sight before you; your hands roved mindlessly across the shaft of Yoongi’s cock. The pretty practically pink length stood stiffly, his tip weeping with precum for your attention. You loved him like this. Hard and practically sobbing for you.

“_____, are you really about to do this?” you heard Yoongi’s voice call out to you, his tone was gruff and slightly airy.

“Are you really complaining about me sucking your dick?” you asked, your hand squeezing his shaft resulting in a low groan tumbling out of Yoongi’s lips.

“Point taken. I’ll shut up.”

You smirked before returning your attention to Yoongi’s cock and giving his tip a little swipe of your tongue, his precum coating your tastebuds. Thank god he played basketball- he didn’t taste bad and you figured it was due to his athletics. Your tongue continued toying with Yoongi’s tip, licking at him as if he was an ice cream cone. You knew it was driving him crazy with the way his hands gripped the shelves behind him, trying to keep himself from just shoving himself in your mouth. He knew you didn’t like that.

You kept teasing him, happy to watch him try to restrain himself before you figured he had enough and finally wrapped your plump lips around him and took Yoongi’s dick deep into your mouth, sucking him hard.

“Fuck!” he whisper-shouted, his head hitting the bookcase behind him.

You continued deepthroating Yoongi, his tip hitting the back of your throat as you tried to control your gag reflex before sliding him out of your mouth, your saliva coating his slick cock.

“Jesus, _____. A little warning would be nice. I almost came.” Yoongi sighed as he looked down at you, his eyes widened in both surprise and arousal as he watched a string of saliva connect your lips to his dick.

“Sorry, I thought you could handle it,” you said with a mocking smile before pressing your lips against Yoongi’s shaft.

You saw Yoongi open his mouth to respond but before he could the speakers above you crackled to life as a voice announced through the old sound system, “attention all students. The library will be closing in 15 minutes. I repeat the library will be closing in 15 minutes.”

You sighed and turned back to Yoongi’s still-hard dick, you gave his tip a teasing suck before standing up.

“Not gonna finish the job?” Yoongi teased as he stuffed himself back into his shorts, the faint outline of his desires pressed against the fabric of his shorts.

“Who said I wasn’t? You’re still full of cum and my mouth is empty,” you responded with a devilish smile, “meet me outside. I gotta go get my stuff.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened ever so slightly before he steeled his expression and offered you a quick wink before pushing himself off of the bookcase, “you got it, _____.” He sent you one last sly smirk before walking off.

Your eyes gleamed with anticipation as you went back to collect your things quickly so that you could give Yoongi some mind-numbing head.

~~~~~✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧~~~~~

Friday night. Your friends had been raving for the whole week about a new club that was opening only a few minutes away from your campus. Friday was the opening night for the club and so you found yourself in a tight short dress with high heels you were regretting wearing already as you made your way to the front of the line outside the building.

Muffled music could be heard through the thick walls of the club as you and your group of friends made their way to the front, one of these friends being Jungkook, who had been flirting with a few other people in the line behind you.

“Kook, we’re moving to the front,” you called out to your tattooed friend who turned away from the pretty girl he was talking to (who shot you the meanest glare you’ve ever seen).

“Right. You excited?” he asked with a bright smile, his chin hovering over your shoulder while his arm hugged the shoulder of your other friend, Jimin, who stood next to you.

“I guess. You guys gassed the hell out of this club so I hope it lives up to the hype,” you responded with a smile.

“It will. Trust.” Jimin piped up, his smile bright under the cover of the dark night sky.

As you continued inching closer to the front, your eyes glazed over the other people waiting in line, to your surprise many of them you recognized from being on campus. You supposed the opening of this club drew many of the local college students out as your eyes jumped from face to face. Part of you was searching for a specific face, the face that could ignite every sense and nerve within you with just the curl of his fingers, the brush of his silky hair, the parting of his soft lips.

“_____? Earth to _____?” A blurry shape shook itself in front of your face, jerking you away from your thoughts as Jimin stood in front of you, his manicured eyebrows furrowing in concern.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, trying to push yourself out of your daze as you stepped up in the line you were holding up.

“What had you so out of it, _____?” Jimin asked as he turned to look at you with crossed arms.

Before you could respond you felt a heavy arm sling over your shoulder rousingly. Turning your attention to your left met you with the sight of Jungkook grinning at you, his voice teasing as he spoke, “were you looking for a specific basketball star? First name rhyming with loony?”

You rolled your eyes as you shrugged Jungkook’s arm off of you as Jimin’s mouth popped open, his eyes widening in surprise as he spoke hurriedly, “you’re still dating Yoongi?”

You quickly pressed your finger to your lips, your eyes darting around to make sure no one was listening, “we’re not dating, Jimin! Don’t spread that around. We’re just…”

“Pretending to not like each other and fucking as an excuse to see one another?” Jungkook interjected, a shit-eating grin on his sly lips.

“Kook, hush!” you harshly poked the man’s side as he winced at your touch, “and it’s not an excuse. You know this whole thing started as a friends-with-benefits situation.”

“Yeah, ‘started’. But is it still just sex that you want? From the way you were staring at the line, it seemed like you really wanted to see Yoongi.” Jimin stated, his gaze softening slightly- he was such a romantic.

You scoffed as your heartbeat increased at the question you had tossed over in your mind a hundred times over. “Please, guys can we just focus on having a good time and stop worrying about my sex life.”

“More like love life since you love him~” Jungkook teased once again, his voice cooing at you before puckering his lips out playfully.

You elbowed him and rolled your eyes, effectively tuning him out before the three of you were promptly let into the club a few minutes later.

The club definitely lived up to the hype once inside. The design was sleek and had a futuristic theme with neon lights guiding people to the bar, a mirror acting as the ceiling over the dancefloor, and sleek plush furniture scattered about the spacious building.

Everywhere you looked sexy patrons occupied the space, pushing against each other on the dancefloor or throwing back glowing shots at the bar. It was safe to say that you were in for a good time. Your eyes locked with Jungkook and Jimin, your past conversation fading into the background as excitement gleamed in all of your eyes.

“I’m getting us shots!” Jimin pronounced before swiftly leaving, expertly moving through the crowd to the bar.

You and Jungkook picked out an empty booth before it got too crowded when Jimin came back with the drinks. You each quickly took the shots, the stinging liquid sliding down your throats before you started to feel the alcohol kick in.

Three shots later had you on the dancefloor, your body swaying to the music of the R&B song occupying the large booming speakers. The color of the strobe lights flashed over you, giving your brown skin an almost otherwordly glow as you lost yourself in the music.

As you moved gracefully along the dancefloor you felt a pair of hands slide on either side of your hips, their body pressing against your back. You smirked to yourself, your tipsy mind assuming that these hands belonged to Yoongi until you glanced over your shoulder to see another man occupying the space you wished Yoongi was in.

Looking over the man’s face he was far from unattractive. His sharp nose and angular jawline could melt anyone at just a glance and under any other circumstance, you probably would’ve let the man dance against you. However, you couldn’t shake the echoing words of Jimin’s question from earlier, pondering on the state of your relationship with Yoongi. You just couldn’t imagine feeling the touch of anyone’s hands against your body if it wasn’t Yoongi’s.

With a mumbled curse you shook your head apologetically to the man, silently declining his request to dance. Luckily the man took your rejection in stride, he simply inclined his head with a light smile before stepping away, slipping back into the sea of moving bodies. You suddenly felt a cold breeze wash over you, the curdling feeling of loneliness washing away the alcohol that coursed through your veins.

“Damn it, Yoongi,” you said to yourself with a bitter smile.

As you looked up to try to locate your booth, wanting to sit down for a break, your eyes inadvertently glazed over the bar before stopping at a sight that momentarily stopped your heart.

There, leaning against the counter of the bar stood Yoongi. The Min Yoongi. With a girl pressed against him, her hand sliding over his arm temptingly.

“The fuck?” you muttered, an incredulous look flashing across your face as you made your way off of the dancefloor.

You recognized the girl from one of the classes you had with Yoongi. You recalled the way she would eye-fuck him during the lectures. But what you don’t recall is this seething feeling of anger that pooled in your stomach as you watched her take a slow drink of her glass in a practiced move of seduction. Yoongi, who seemed to be aware of what she was trying to do, simply smirked down at her- the familiar curl of his lips being directed at another girl was the catalyst that had you trudging back to your booth where Jungkook and Jimin were currently doing body shots off of each other.

“_____!” Jungkook shouted, pulling his shirt down that still gleamed with sticky alcohol. Some of the nearby patrons pouted at the sight of his abs being covered prematurely.

“Hey, Jungkook…” you mumbled, giving him a weak smile as you slumped into the booth.

Your two friends gave each other confused looks as they sat down, eyeing you with concern before Jungkook spoke up again, his voice tinted in drunken worry, “uh oh, you’re using my government name- something happened. What is it?”

You sighed before gesturing to the bar where Yoongi was still conversing with the girl.

“That bitch!” Jungkook cursed once he caught sight of what you were pointing to.

“Kook!” Jimin scolded, even when tispy he was still the gentleman.

You chuckled half-heartedly at the two men before mumbling, “thanks, Kook. But it’s not her fault. Yoongi and I aren’t dating, he has a right to talk to her.”

Jimin’s hand reached out from across the table to hold yours, a soft look on his face before he spoke, “you could fix that, _____. From what I’ve seen it looks like you really like Yoongi. Why not just tell him that?”

You shrugged, “I already turned him down once, he’s probably tired of me by now.”

Jimin and Jungkook both display expressions of exasperation as you finish talking. With a roll of his eyes, Jungkook leans closer to you, his slightly slurred words don’t deter the firmness in his voice as he speaks, “_____, be for real. Yoongi likes you. Like really like you.”

“Yeah, trust us. From the outside looking in it’s pretty obvious despite how much you guys try to hide it.” Jimin says with a cross of his smooth arms.

You sigh as your friend’s words wash over you. Maybe they had a point? You couldn’t deny the way your heartbeat seemed to always increase whenever you spotted Yoongi around campus. Or the way you felt comfortable whenever you guys hung out outside of your sexual interactions. You cherished the time you’d spent in his dorm room, listening to the beats he’d made or ranting about your professors after class.

Truthfully, you enjoyed Yoongi’s company so much that it frightened you. If you were to try and have a serious relationship with Yoongi would it last? Could you guys be more than sex buddies? Could you open your heart even more for the man that had already made a home there?

You knew the answer to that question before you even stood up and made your way towards Yoongi and the girl at the bar, your friend's cheer blurring into the background as you approached.

With a steadying breath, you pressed yourself against the bar’s counter, your eyes glancing at Yoongi whose back was facing you. Your voice carried through the sea of noise that inhabited the bar as you addressed the bartender, “hi, could I get a shot of tequila? Chilled. Thank you.”

Your eyes sneakily glanced over to see Yoongi’s head tilt to the side subtly, as if he was trying to catch your voice before he turned his head to glance over his shoulder. At the sight of you, Yoongi’s bright eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, before he quickly steeled his expression to one of amusement and cockiness. You knew it was all a front, however, and cocked your head to the side with a small closed-lipped smile as you awaited for Yoongi to speak.

“_____, didn’t expect to see you here,” his smooth sultry voice floated over to you like an inviting cloud, threatening to consume your every sense if you let it.

“I could say the same to you. Friend of yours?” You nodded your head to the girl standing behind him, she eyed you haughtily but didn’t say anything. You did your best to keep both your expression and voice passive, letting the edges of your lips curl up in a mocking smirk.

Yoongi quickly glanced behind him before chuckling softly and moving aside to give the girl more room in the conversation, “yeah, I guess. She’s in our 1:30 lecture actually.”

You give the girl a simple small smile of acknowledgment before your eyes drifted to the shot the bartender had just delivered on a crisp napkin. As you lifted the acidic shot to your lips you heard Yoongi’s voice once again wash over you, “so… what’re you doing here?”

You shrugged and gestured to your table after swallowing the shot, “with Jimin and Jungkook. Just came out for some fun.”

“And are you having fun?”

“Mmh, not the kind of fun I want to be having.”

“What kind of ‘fun’ would that be?” Yoongi asked you, his head tilting slightly to the side as his eyes watched you, flaring with intrigue.

You shrugged, “the kind where my clothes are on your bedroom floor.” your voice was low and tempting as you responded, keeping your eyes hooded ad you looked up at Yoongi.

Were you flirting with Yoongi unabashedly in front of another girl? Yes. Was it wrong? Well, that all depended on the way you viewed the situation. You knew this girl had seen you and Yoongi a handful of times together outside of class. Hell, almost all your friends figured you were dating. She must have known that Yoongi was messing around with you so you assumed it was all fair game if she also decided to talk to Yoongi while knowing all of this.

You observed the way Yoongi’s eyes seemingly darkened in the already dim club, the look on his face was one of desire- a look of his you were familiar with. His eyes ran over you, caressing the curves of your body with his gaze. Before he could respond, however, the girl behind him roughly tapped his shoulder as a look of envy flashed over her face.

“Hello? Should I just leave?” she asked, a scowl covering her glossed lips as her eyes darted between you and Yoongi.

You smirked but refrained from saying anything, leaving Yoongi to split his attention between you and the girl. Fortunately, it didn’t seem to take the basketball player long to decide as he turned to face the girl and gave her an apologetic smile, “if you wouldn’t mind.”

A scandalized expression of offense flashed over the girl’s face that took all the strength within you not to laugh at. You weren’t expecting such a blunt response from Yoongi and it was clear she didn’t either as she narrowed her eyes at him before marching away into the dark club. You figured that was one less thing you had to worry about and quickly let yourself relax, your body releasing some of the tension it had been carrying.

“Whoa, don’t tell me you were just acting before?” You heard Yoongi’s voice chide you as a reluctant smile pulled at your lips.

“Calm down you’re not that special.”

“Is that why you stomped over here and passively told that girl to get the fuck away?”

That earned a laugh out of you, “I did not stomp, thank you.”

“Sure you didn’t.” Yoongi shook his head at you before glancing around the club, his narrow eyes scanning the venue slowly before a somewhat haggard sigh slipped from his lips. “Seriously, _____. Why’d you come over here?”

Your smile fell as you turned around to look at the club as well, the flashing lights were both hypnotic and distracting as you tried to piece together your scattered thoughts. There were a lot of different ways you could’ve answered that question, but all you really wanted to do was just be honest for once. You and Yoongi had been running circles around each other for a while now and while the chase was fun, there was always a sense of yearning that ebbed underneath the surface of your playful relationship. You were tired of having to fight against your emotions- convincing yourself that Yoongi only wanted a casual relationship and that you were content with that thought.

If you wanted this to work you had to be honest about your feelings and that all started with the steadying breath you took before finally answering Yoongi’s question, your voice tinted with a rare edge of vulnerability. “I missed you.”

Yoongi looked taken aback by your words, one of his eyebrows raising as he tilted his head at you, an incredulous crossing over his face. “You missed me? _____, what does that mean?”

“I-I missed you, Yoongi. Whenever you’re not around I’m always yearning for your presence.”

“Are you sure it's not a good fuck that you’re yearning for?”

The slight cut in Yoongi’s words shocked you but you did your best to remain calm, understanding why he’d be so apprehensive towards your confession after turning him down in the past. “I know we agreed to a casual relationship, Yoongi, but… when I saw you with that girl I… I got upset. And scared. Scared you’d leave me for a real relationship. For the relationship you tried to have with me but I was too stubborn to give us a chance.”

That seemed to make Yoongi pause, his once-guarded expression morphing into one of subdued shock as his brown eyes gazed into yours, his lips pulling into a tight line. A thick quiet settled between you as your confession hung tentatively in the air. Part of you wanted to reach out and take your confession back as unease crept into your skin, gnawing at your nerves. But the other part of you knew that the two of you needed this. You couldn’t keep this relationship if you weren’t willing to be honest with both yourself and Yoongi.

After another second of silence passed the sound of Yoongi’s voice finally reached your ears, “I knew you liked me.”

Looking up greeted you with the sight of the athlete with his signature smirk, the edges of his lips lifting in a teasing manner as his eyes glinted playfully at you from under the glossy lights of the club.

You shoved Yoongi’s shoulder as a certain relief flooded your senses, “you ass! You had me worried!”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, his lips still curled, “did you really think I was going to reject you?”

“I mean maybe! I did reject you plenty of times whenever you asked me out. I just figured you’d eventually get tired of me and give up.” You responded honestly, slight embarrassment etched into your skin as you spoke.

Yoongi, however, seemed amused by your words. He chuckled softly but the sound was covered by the large speakers in the club. He moved closer to you, his lips leaning close to the side of your face as his voice whispered to you, “give up? _____, I'm obsessed with you.”

“Then why were you talking to that girl?” you retorted, your eyes narrowing as you remember the way she touched Yoongi.

“I was literally just talking to her.” Yoongi chuckled, seemingly amused by the hint of jealousy torching your words, “and maybe trying to take my mind off of you since initially I was going to ask you to come with me when I visited you at the library.”

You quirked an eyebrow, “really?”

The man nodded, a somewhat vulnerable look flashing over his eyes as his lips pulled into a shallow frown, “yeah… when I tried to bring it up I choked. I wasn’t sure if you’d agree and I didn’t want to keep pushing you to go out with me so…”

You smiled. A giddy smile that was etched onto your lips. You hadn’t lost him yet. Before Yoongi could continue his ramblings your hands lifted up to grab the collar of his shirt and bring him close to you, your bodies pressing flush against each other as your lips hovered over his.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize how much I need you. Not as a fuck buddy but as more,” you whispered, and despite the club being full of people, your focus was solely on Yoongi and the feeling of his soft breath fanning across your lips.

Yoongi smiled, his pouty lips stretching into a full-fledged grin. Your eyes absorbed the image and stored it away in your head before you finally pressed your lips against his, your mouths slotted perfectly against one another- pushing and pulling in tandem.

It felt right.

You felt Yoongi’s hands snake around you, his grip pressing into the fabric of your dress as the heat from his hands seeped through your clothes and into your skin.

“_____, I know we just did the whole confession thing and shit but I really wanna fuck you right now,” Yoongi whispered hotly in your ear, a low groan accompanying his words when he felt your hand slide down his body to palm his dick through his pants.

“No one’s stopping you,” you mumbled against his lips, your own body thrumming with need.

As if you said the magic words, Yoongi quickly pulled away to grab your hand before you both left the bar, searching for a place to act on your desires.

You ended up finding yourself in the blocked-off VIP section that was a bit removed from the main club. Looking around it seemed like they were still renovating the place with wall coverings strapped to the ceiling and scattered furniture not yet set up.

“Are we allowed to be here?” you asked, your voice skeptical but your lips curling up in an amused smirk as your eyes looked over at Yoongi who had already made himself comfortable on a covered couch that lay abandoned in the room.

“Who cares? The only thing I’m focused on right now is what’s between your thighs.”

You felt your core clench at his words, aching- yearning for Yoongi to fulfill his promise of giving you the attention you’ve been feigning for. With a tempting tilt of your head, you made your way over to Yoongi, allowing him plenty of time to see the way your dress hugged your body, accentuating your curves and pulling at his heart that thumped faster with every step you took before you found yourself standing between his open legs.

“This seat’s not taken,” Yoongi said with a smirk as his hands stroked his thighs.

You rolled your eyes, “corny,” you mumbled before sliding onto his lap, your dress rising while Yoongi’s hands immediately went to cup your ass, squeezing at the soft muscle.

You were not in the mood for foreplay today and with the VIP section not being completely blocked off from the main room, you both knew that you could be caught at any time if you weren’t quick enough. So when your hands flew to unbutton Yoongi’s jeans he didn’t tease you for your impatience like he normally would- shit he was just as impatient, maybe even more once he felt your hand grasp around him, pulling out his throbbing cock that glistened with precum.

You sent him a quirked eyebrow and a knowing smirk at how excited he already was for you but remained quiet. A thick silence settled between you two, the only sounds passing out of either of your mouths were your mingled breaths as your thumb slid over his tip, letting the precum cover the pad of your fingertip. You brought your thumb up to your lip before letting your tongue poke out to swipe away the fluid, tasting Yoongi on your tongue.

A low groan fell from Yoongi’s lips as he watched you. He could not put up with your teasing right now and so he quickly slipped his hands under your ass before flipping your positions. You found yourself looking up at Yoongi who hovered over you with pure unbridled hunger lingering in his eyes.

“Fuck me, Yoongi…” you said softly, your voice breaking the silence between you.

Yoongi didn’t need further prodding before his hands shifted to your thighs, grasping onto them and pulling you flush against his body before his hands slipped to your core, hooking a finger on the side of your underwear and moving it to the side. He aligned himself with you, making sure you could feel his tip press against you.

The feeling of Yoongi’s hardened dick rubbing against you sent a soft moan through your lips, your eyes fluttering closed as you prepared yourself for the sensations that would soon envelop you.

Yoongi watched as your eyes closed before flicking down to your center, his eyes greedily took in the way his dick pressed against your warm entrance, he took a sharp breath to control himself before he slowly pushed into you. He watched the way you took him in, your tightness almost making him come as he managed to hold on and let you adjust to his length.

“Ready?” he huffed, the sight of you below him already taking him to the edge.

Before you could respond, however, Yoongi was already moving against you, his dick plowing into you as he quickly set a fast pace. Your less-than-private room forced Yoongi to have to try to get you there in a speedy time and so he fucked you hard and fast.

His hands gripped your thighs, his nails sinking into the soft skin while his dick ran against you, stroking your walls with every thrust and pulling out low and desperate moans from your lips. Your hands reached out for anything they could cling to, needing something to hold onto before you lost yourself in the man pushing and pulling against you.

Yoongi couldn’t do anything except watch you- watch the way your body squirmed and writhed underneath him. To feel you- feel the way you clenched around him, taking in more of his cock that was slicked with your wetness. To listen to you- letting the sounds of your moans spur him forward as he kept his quick pace, wanting to see the mounting pressure build between your thighs.

One of his hands left your thigh to grasp your breast that was spilling out from your dress with the way your body rocked against the couch beneath you. His warm fingers cupped and squeezed you, his fingers finding your brown nipple and toying with it which drawled out another shuddering moan from your lips. Minutes flew by with Yoongi moving against you, his dick drilling into you while you moaned from beneath him.

With how fast he was moving, it didn’t take long for you to feel your body begin to tense up, the feeling of your climax approaching making your hips buck up to meet Yoongi’s.

“Y-Yoongi…” you moaned loudly, the sound of the music from the club muffling your cries of pleasure.

“Come for me, _____. Give me the feeling of you clenched around me, taking me in as I fuck into you.” Yoongi’s voice was like a command, his tone low and stern.

You couldn’t do anything but adhere to his words as you felt your body begin to give in to the overwhelming sensations that coursed through your body, tightening every muscle within you before being broken down with every tremble that cascaded over you.

Yoongi was quick to follow after you, his own orgasm being brought on after seeing the pleasure that racked through you. He didn’t have a condom on him since he wasn’t planning on sleeping with anyone from the club if it wasn’t you but he knew you were on birth control pills since you mentioned it to him the last time you fucked.

So with one steady thrust, Yooni felt himself spill into you, the warmth of his seed filling you up as you milked him for everything he had. You watched as his head tilted back and eyes squeezed shut while a guttural moan slipped from his lips.

Yoongi’s chest heaved as he began to come down from his high, your breathing also started to become less erratic after your own orgasm. As you both started to come back to reality you stood up, your hands flying over your dress to try to look as presentable as you did before you came in.

“_____, you know you’re not fooling anyone right?” you heard Yoongi chuckle beside you, his voice a bit hoarse.

“Fuck you. You sweated out my hair,” you huffed, turning to face the basketball player with a mock glare as you crossed your arms.

“I’m sorry. I’ll pay for your hair to get done next time, alright?” he offered, his head tilting slightly as a small smirk crossed over his lips.

You rolled your eyes but acquiesced to his suggestion, “is that a perk of dating you?”

“That and many more.” Yoongi quipped back as he took a step closer to you, his hands finding a place on your hips.

You smiled as you let your own hands loosely hang from his shoulders, pulling him closer to you, “lucky me.”

“You might even be luckier if you leave this club with me tonight,” Yoongi’s hold on you tightened, telling you that you didn’t have much of a choice as he wasn’t planning on letting you go now that he’s finally caught you- officially.

You gave him a cheeky smile before you said lightly, “lead the way.”

With a smile and a quick press of his lips against your cheek, Yoongi’s hands slipped from your waist to interlock with your fingers. His grasp was warm and secure as he led the both of you out of the VIP section and through the throng of people, ushering the two of you out of the club and into a new world of possibilities and pleasures.

[cui-nisi]

New Recruit (Miguel O’Hara x Reader)

(Credit for art goes to @ Shuploc on Twitter!)

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Paring: Miguel O’Hara Spider-Man ATSV x Reader

Genre: smut

Summary: You’re the newest prospect for recruitment at Spider Society. Unfortunately for you, Miguel’s not a fan of your attitude and decides to put you in your place.

Warnings: smut, oral (m. receiving), penetration w/o protection (use protection!), finishing inside, dom. Miguel, power dynamics (both are consenting though!), pet names ('good girl'), mild cursing

WC: 5,526

A/N: Miguel speaks a bit of Spanish so I’m including all the words he’s saying with a definition in English! It’s not a lot, just a few words that I felt would better match his character, enjoy!

Mierda- shit

Muñeca- doll

Nenita- babe

Ninfa- nymph

Enjoy!

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Jessica Drew led you down the pristine white halls of the Spiderverse HQ. The modernity of the building was overwhelming as simplistic designs scattered across white and gray surfaces greeted you wherever you looked.

“Not what you expected, huh?” Looking ahead you captured Jessica’s gaze. Her voluminous curls caressed the sides of her face as she gave you a small smile.

You nodded, swallowing the sheepish smile that threatened to cross over your lips, “not exactly. It’s not bad just-”

“-Just bland. I get it,” Jessica laughed as she led you deeper into the building.

You were the newest prospect for recruitment and you felt like you were already messing it up. Here you are critiquing the interior design of the Spiderverse HQ when you should be focusing on your impending interview with the founder of this whole operation.

“Miguel is right down this elevator.” You snapped your attention back to Jessica as the once bright modern interior designs that surrounded you was replaced by black walls and ominous red strips that lined the walls. “Not so bland now, right?” Jessica teased, her yellow glasses almost glowing with all the darkness surrounding the both of you.

You gave her a polite chuckle, but truthfully, you were nervous. You hadn’t been Spider-Woman for long and you were still trying to get accustomed to your newfound powers. As your eyes gazed down the lone hallway with a platform at the end of it that waited for you to step on it you tried to calm your nerves.

Why were you so anxious? Why did it feel like your heartbeat was slamming against your chest with every step you took? Were you shaking? Because it felt like you were. How did you look? You hadn’t perfected your suit yet- what if Miguel hated it? Was having a fully functioning suit a requirement for recruitment? 

“_____.” A firm voice shook you out of your thundering thoughts as a pair of warm hands clasped around your shoulders. You fixed your gaze to meet Jessica who stood in front of you, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at you, “you okay? You looked like you were about to pass out.”

You took a shaky breath, “if I’m being honest- no. I’m kind of freaking out.”

Jessica quirked an eyebrow at you, her lips tightening in a thin line as her eyes roamed over your face, analyzing you. “And why is that?”

“Well I’m still new to this whole superhero thing and I don’t think I’m ready for all… this.” You motioned to the room, trying to encompass the intimidating situation. 

A look of relief crossed over Jessica’s face, prompting your eyebrows to furrow in confusion as she chuckled softly, stepping away from you as she approached the platform. “Is that all, _____? Because if so then I think you’ll be fine.”

You stepped up to the platform, hesitating slightly as your reflection stared back at you from the clear surface. To your left you heard Jessica speak up once again, her voice sounding relaxed as she fixed you with a smirk, “the things you’re stressing out about? They don’t matter. At least not to Miguel. You’re worrying about the wrong stuff, ____. Just relax and you should be fine.” 

As Jessica stepped back from the platform once you took that final step you couldn’t help but capture the inkling of amusement that tinted her voice. What did she mean by ‘worrying about the wrong stuff’? What should you have been worrying about? By the time you managed to overthink her question, it was too late to follow it up with one of your own as the platform had begun its descent down into the depths of the building. 

You couldn’t help but feel your nerves wrack your body as the dark walls flew by you. You really needed to calm down and with a deep heave of your chest you released a slow breath, a quarter of the tension that resided in your muscles lessened. It wasn’t much but it was something and it was all you had time for as the platform arrived at its destination.

Stepping off of the smooth surface, your eyes took in the supposed office you guessed you were being interviewed at. Walking deeper into the room greeted you with different devices and electrical machinery scattering the walls and every surface until the room suddenly opened up to a cavernous void of inky darkness. 

Before you could venture any further the sound of clicking followed by a low hum filled the room. Suddenly an even bigger platform descended down, from where you had no clue. But standing on top of the platform was a dark imposing figure, their back turned to you as the glow from the plethora of holograms in front of them cast a green light over the figure's sleek black suit.

As you waited for the platform to finish its slow ride down to the ground level you couldn’t help but speak, your voice echoing in the dark chamber as you tried to dispel the tension you felt seep back into your body. “That must be one hell of an intimidating tactic for anomalies.”

The platform finally stopped a few feet in the air, the harsh click of the machine ringing loudly through the room before a few seconds of quiet settled in the space between you. Your eyes tracked the lone figure before they waved their hand, dispersing the yellow holograms. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the figure turned around. Their voice simultaneously hitting your ears as their dark hoarse tone startled you, “cute. I hope you can give me more than quippy jokes. I’ve heard them all.”

Before you could respond the figure swiftly slipped off of the platform, their movements were quiet and stealthy. If you hadn’t been watching him you wouldn’t have even heard him move. The figure stalked towards you, his eyes tracking you until he was standing a foot away. 

From this vantage point you had a clear view of the man… the man who seemed more like a predator. His aura was one of a man who harbored incredible restraint as if knowing that if he were to let go and dive into the inner consciousness of his being then he’d be the undoing of everything that surrounded him- converging chaos with unbridled power. It sent a shiver down your spine at the thought and whether it was from fear or something more… intimate, you weren’t sure.

“So, you’re _____ I’m assuming?” he asked, his voice devoid of any perceivable emotion. 

You nodded, “yep. And you’re Miguel O’Hara?”

“As far as I’m concerned,” Miguel answered, his eyes continued staring into yours- as if trying to grasp something that was hidden in your gaze before he flicked his red eyes away from you and down to the watch strapped to his wrist. With a passive voice, he continued speaking, “Jess recommended you?”

You watched as his slender fingers quickly imputed a sequence of numbers you couldn’t understand into the watch, “yeah, she caught me fighting what I now know is an anomaly?” you say questioningly, still grasping the whole concept of anomalies in different dimensions, “I guess she saw something in me and thought I’d be useful for this society you’ve got set up.”

Miguel glances away from his watch to look at you, his gaze still unreadable as he mutters, “yeah she must have. Can’t say what though.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his words. Did you mishear him? “Excuse me?” you prompt, hoping that you just heard the leader wrong.

Miguel’s eyebrow cocked upwards as if confused by your question, “I didn’t misspeak did I? I said I don’t see why Jess brought you to me.”

“And why is that?” You countered, a flicker of irritation sparking in your body as you watched the Spider-Man once again shift his attention to his watch.

“You’re not ready. You’re too inexperienced and I already have enough shit to deal with. I don’t have time to train new recruits on how to do their job. That should be a prerequisite.” Miguel stated, his voice placid and expression bored as he stared down at his wrist, stepping away from you and turning back to his platform as he waves his hand dismissively, “go home and stop wasting my time.”

All the nerves that had been building up inside you had vanished as soon as Miguel’s harsh words hit your ears. Sure, you weren’t as experienced as he was but you still felt like you were pretty damn good. Never mind what you thought earlier- you held your own against a plethora of infamous villains in your dimension. Not to mention the anomaly that got you scouted by Jessica in the first place. You’d be damned if this elitist asshole didn’t at least give you a chance to prove yourself. 

“So that’s it? You’re done?” you ask, your voice filled with annoyance. 

Miguel calls back to you without even sparing you a glance, “no, you’re done. Now leave.” 

You bit your lip, trying to contain the acidic words that you wanted to hurl at the man. You took a steadying breath before responding, this wasn’t over until he at least took you seriously. “Make me.”

Was it the most mature comeback you could’ve said? Not by a long shot. But you knew it would be enough to at least spark Miguel’s interest. If you couldn’t win his favor then you’d shoot for his anger. It was a dangerous tactic but you were willing to take the risk, being Spider-Woman wasn’t an easy gig and you figured Miguel understood that, but now you wanted him to respect that.

Lucky (or unlucky) for you- it worked. The Spider-Man slowed his walk as your dare reached him. A humorless chuckle escaped his mouth before he turned around to face you, a wolfish grin spread across his lips, “make you? You don’t want me to do that.”

“Oh, I do. I just don’t think you can,” you say plainly, matching his intimidating gaze. 

A flash of blood red shoots across Miguel’s face, the color growing in intensity as he strode over to you. His once quiet footsteps were thundering as he approached you with a penetrating stare and shallow scowl etched over his mouth. In no time he was standing in front of you, his broad chest was an inch away from yours as he looked down at you- his figure imposing.

“What’re you playing at?” he asked, his words simple but the frustration in his tone was palpable. 

You subtly fixed your posture, squaring your shoulders to try and match the strength Miguel’s seemed to carry. “I’m not playing. I’m deadly serious.”

“How serious?” Miguel retorted, his sharp eyebrows slanted as his red eyes narrowed at you.

“Serious enough to challenge you to a fight. If I manage to hold my own then you have to let me into the society.”

Miguel’s once flashing red eyes suddenly shifted to one of intrigue, the burning red in his gaze quelling slightly as he listened to your words. After a second of terse silence with your words freezing the air surrounding the two of you, the Spider-Man cracked an amused grin.

“You want to fight me for a place in the Spider Society?”

“Well, only if you think I’m worth a morsel of your time,” you say, your words mockingly polite.

Miguel chuckles once again, the dark sound sends a jolt of both nerves and unexpected excitement through you. When he finally speaks his voice is low with a roguish smirk accompanying it, the edges of his lips curling upwards, “you’re cunning, I’ll give you that. But what would I gain from this if you were to lose?” Miguel leans into your space, the scent of apple and sandalwood flooding your senses in the process as you take in the Spider-Man’s close proximity. 

You do your best to not get distracted, however, as you think of a response to his question, “then… then I’ll leave. I’ll leave and I won’t bother you again.”

Miguel seems to think about your proposition for a second, the gears in his head turning as he stares down at you before a scoff escapes his lips. He leans away from you, creating a respectable distance between the two of you which allowed you to take a steadying breath but also filled you with a sense of yearning. 

“Fine. But you better put up a good fight, I don’t just fight anyone.” Miguel calls out to you, his neck rolling to the side in a small stretch.

“Guess that makes me lucky.” you quip, but you're too focused on coming up with a game plan. Your eyes dart around the large room- the large platform Miguel initially used would be a good place to try to maneuver around. 

You weren’t too familiar with Miguel or his powers so you’d have to be cautious when fighting him. You weren’t sure if you really stood a chance against the man who founded the Spider Society but you sure as hell were going to give it your all. As you both prepared to fight the space between you grew, the red floors only added to the intensity you felt coursing through you at the anticipation of what was to come. 

After a second you gave Miguel a nod, alerting him that you were ready. He nodded his head back once before fixing his stance. His body mimicked one of an animal with the way he slowly began to circle around you, his eyes latching onto you, analyzing any weakness he could exploit and rip apart. The thought sent a shiver down your spine before focusing, you had to make this fight count. After a few seconds of watching one another Miguel suddenly charges you, his speed was deadly and you barely dodged his attack as he swung at you, his claws swiping harshly at the air.

You took a deep breath as you began predicting his moves. He chased after you, hot on your heels as his eyes blazed at you with a mixture of intrigue and anticipation. You were agile on your feet, practically hovering off of the smooth ground as you played defense against the multitude of attacks Miguel began hurling at you. His claws were always a breath away from ripping into you but you seemed to miss them a second early every time.

“You plan on running away from me the whole time?” Miguel shouts at you, his gruff voice slicing through the sounds of your fight.

“Nope. Just long enough to do this,” you call back before turning around and shooting a plethora of thick webs at Miguel’s face. 

The webs hurled over to the Spider-Man but proved futile when he easily slashed through them with ferocity. You anticipated that, however, as you used the webs as a distraction to give you enough time to latch a web on the bottom of the platform that hovered a few feet in the air. Using the momentum from the string of web you outstretched your legs as you watched Miguel catch on to your plan a bit too late. With a kick of your legs, Miguel flew across the floor, landing on his feet as his claws dug into the ground to slow the momentum of his fall.

You landed a few feet away from him, the web slipping from your hands as you took a second to catch your breath. Miguel looked up at you, a glimmer of excitement flashing across his fiery eyes. He brought his covered hand up to the side of his lip where you notice a trickle of blood gleaming at you from the dim lights of the room. 

“Huh,” he says quietly to himself. The leader of the Spider Society maintains eye contact with you as his pink tongue darts out to lick off the small drop of blood on his bottom lip. He shoots you an amused lopsided smirk that momentarily stuns you as you watch him stand up, “alright, _____. It’s time you pay up for that.”

You give him a confused look as your eyebrows furrow, “what’re you talking about? I haven’t even lost yet-”

Before you know what’s happening, Miguel pounces on you, abusing your confusion to allow him to tackle you to the ground. His hard body covers you as he knocks you to the ground. A string of pain crashes through you once you hit the hard ground. You feel Miguel on top of you, his breath coming out in harsh pants as you crack your eyes open through your pain to watch him staring down at you. His short dark brown hair hangs slightly, caressing the sides of his forehead while his tan skin gleams slightly with a light sheen of sweat. One of his hands has your wrists pinned over your head, the claws dig slightly into your skin as a poorly repressed wince flashes across your face. 

“Fine,” you huff out through your pain, your heartbeat pumping in your chest, “you win. I’ll leave.”

Miguel fixes you with a smirk where you notice two sharp canines sticking out from his upper line of teeth. They gleam at you temptingly, daring you to press your warm skin into the cool prick of their edges. You feel your heartbeat speed up once again but not from the fight this time. 

“Leave?” Miguel’s voice shakes you out of your daze as your eyes drift up to his eyes, “who said anything about you leaving?”

Your eyes widen, “but… I lost. The deal was-”

“I know what the deal was.” The Spider-Man interrupts sharply, his voice a mix of emotions that you couldn’t decipher, “but I think you need to be taught a lesson.”

“A lesson?” you repeat, your voice quiet as your mind races with ideas of what this man could be referring to.

Miguel nods simply while his hold on you tightens. He moves his face over yours, his lips a breath away as he speaks lowly, “yes. You need to be put in your place if you’re going to be a part of the Spider Society. You weren’t bad during the fight… even managed to make me bleed a bit.” Miguel’s words fill your ears as heat radiates off of you. 

“Wait- so… I made it? I’m in?”

Miguel nods, his free hand reaches up to trace an invisible pattern over your cheek, the sharp tip of his claws scrape gently over your face and for some reason, the thought of knowing this man on top of you could kill you with one swipe of the finger he has delicately placed over your cheek sends a thrill through you.

“You made it. But you’re attitude needs some adjusting. It’s that smart mouth of yours…” Miguel’s clawed finger travels to your lips, lightly skating over the outline of your lips, “I know how to put it to better use, though.” 

Your eyes widen at the implication the man’s words have as the repressed feelings of need begin to simmer in your bloodstream. “Miguel…” you whisper into the air, the cavernous room suddenly feels immensely smaller as your breath mingles with Miguel’s who keeps his eyes locked in yours.

A flash of what you can only describe as unbridled lust surfaces in his eyes, their red hue practically blazing at you. For a second he just stays there, his body pressed over yours before he moves, standing up and quickly shedding his suit with practiced ease. His claws come off first before he quickly begins to remove everything else. “No talking,” he says simply, his eyes flicking up to yours. 

You oblige, too transfixed on his hands that disregard the black suit. Your eyes feast on Miguel’s freshly exposed body, the taut muscles of his torso converge in teasing lines, dips, and curves that leave you hungry for him. His skin practically glows under the dim lights as the intimidating man tilts his head with a nod, gesturing for you to walk over to him as the hint of a smirk lingers on his lips.

After picking yourself up from the ground and blindly walking in front of Miguel you reach your hands out to touch his tempting skin before the man quickly grabs your wrists. Looking up you were met with an amused smile touching Miguel’s lips as his dark voice addresses you, a hint of warning edging the bluntness of his words, “no touching. On your knees.”

With a gentle shove, Miguel pushes you to the ground, your knees hit the hard surface before your attention is quickly drawn to his freed dick that springs at attention. It was surprisingly well maintained with the hair trimmed neatly and his shaft curving upwards at an angle that you yearned to feel hit every spot inside of you. Along with that his desire for you was evident in the way his cock stood hard for you, your eyes could barely focus on anything else besides Miguel’s stiff erection while your brain tried to comprehend the situation.

Your eyes glanced up at Miguel who stared down at you with a surprisingly patient look. It looked like he was giving you the choice to back down if you weren’t comfortable but there was a hint of challenge in his eyes as he gazed at you, almost anticipating you to quit. 

He couldn’t have been more wrong, however, as your eyes flicked back to the precipice of his desire. While you weren’t expecting the interview to get to this point, you could admit to noticing the handsome details of Miguel’s hardened face. His sharp jawline, straight nose, and piercing eyes would’ve been enough to have your clothes off when you first walked in if you weren’t so nervous about the interview. 

Abandoning your inhibitions you gently took Miguel in your hands. You cautiously lifted your thumb to slide over his shiny tip that gleamed with precum. A shuddering breath escaped the Spider-Man’s lips as your eyes slipped up to catch Miguel just as his eyes slipped closed. You forced the smile threatening to grace your lips down and decided to follow through on Miguel’s earlier words by wrapping your tongue around his tip. Your tongue swirled over him, tasting his precum that was a bit salty but not unpleasant to have cover your tastebuds. You flicked your tongue over him once more as a harsh breath escaped Miguel’s mouth.

“Mierda…” you hear Miguel mutter under his heavy breath, his voice was quiet and yet held a tense restraint. 

You let Miguel’s reaction spur you on as you finally take him deeper into your mouth. When your lips wrap around his shaft a guttural groan falls from Miguel’s lips, you feel his callused hands entangle in your hair, gripping the roots slightly and urging you on as you take even more of him. 

Every flick of your tongue, every slide of your lips had Miguel groaning into the charged air, his deep voice encouraged you to keep going even as his tip hit the back of your throat.

“Fuck, ninfa…” Miguel huffed, his eyes cracking open to watch your mouth slide over him. The image was enough to make him come but he kept himself under control as your eyes met, both glazed over in lust and desire as you continued sucking him.

After a second you slid your mouth off of Miguel, letting a string of saliva connect your puffy lips to his dick. Your hands replace your lips as they grip his shaft and pump him, your saliva acting as a great lubricant while your hands grasped Miguel’s slick throbbing dick.

“Stand up, _____. I want to taste you.” Miguel ordered, his voice low and sultry. 

You had no qualms in giving in to his order as you stood up, your hand still pumping him. With no pretense, Miguel’s expansive hand grabbed the back of your neck, squeezing softly as he pressed you against him, his lips slotting against yours in a passionate slew of kisses.

Your clothes felt suffocating as your body yearned to feel Miguel’s skin against yours- the heat from his body seeping past the fabric of your suit. You figured Miguel felt the same when he pulled back a second later and flicked his eyes over your body.

“Take your suit off,” he commanded, his tongue running across his bottom lip impatiently. 

You gave Miguel a licentious smile before taking off your suit, your movements are slow and deliberate. If you were going to have Miguel’s full attention then you were going to make the most of it. Your suit eventually rolls off of your body, falling to the floor with abandon.

Miguel’s eyes widen ever so slightly at the sight of you. He takes in every curve your body has to offer, lingering on the swell of your breasts as his eyes glint hungrily. “Come here, muñeca.”

Once in front of him, Miguel’s hands eagerly wrap around your waist, hiking one of your legs up to wrap around his torso. The movement allowed Miguel’s dick to rub against your center which was slick with your arousal. A soft moan fell from your lips at the brush of friction, your walls clenched in agony at being deprived of the delectable cock sitting just a few inches away from your entrance. 

“You sound amazing, _____. I want to hear more,” Miguel whispered into your ear before his tongue dipped out to trace the shell of your ear.

A shiver ran down your body as your hands wrapped around Miguel’s broad back, the skin had a few scars running along the cords of his shoulder blades but that only turned you on more at seeing how resilient he was during his battles. You were excited to be working with him but at this moment all you could think about was him working you out until you were broken in his arms. 

“I want to feel more, Miguel.” you breathed, your breathing quickening as Miguel’s dick once again brushed your center teasingly.

“Patience, nenita. I haven’t had my fill of you yet.” With a wicked grin, Miguel ignored the ache in between your legs and instead pressed his lips against yours once again.

You felt Miguel’s sharp canines nibble against your bottom lip, threatening to bite down on you which only heightened your desire for him. His tongue followed the path his teeth had nipped at, soothing the pain with a flick before sliding between your lips, demanding entrance that you granted. Your hands snaked up to his hair, entangling in his brown locks as a soft growl escaped his lips that reverberated into the kiss. You hummed in pleasure at the sound before Miguel’s lips left yours and traversed the heated skin of your cheek, jawline, and finally your neck. 

The thrum of your heartbeat echoed in your throat as Miguel sucked and nipped at the skin, leaving you pining for him, practically whimpering for more as his mouth teased your skin. All the while his dick continued brushing against you, your clit pulsing with need at Miguel’s torturous touch. 

“Miguel, please!” you plead, your voice high and airy as you tilt your head back slightly, allowing Miguel better access to your neck.

“Please what? You’re going to have to beg for it, _____.” Miguel’s teeth skimmed the top of your collarbone temptingly, the sting of his teeth only adding to your need for him.

Uncaring of any sort of pride or ego you once held onto your hands gripped Miguel’s shoulders in a plea as you begged, “please, Miguel! I want to feel you inside me! Please give it to me!” 

A sly smirk flashed across the man’s plush lips, exposing his sharp teeth as his eyes shined at you, their red color ablaze. “Good girl,” he complimented, his voice low.

You watched as Miguel adjusted your positions, his hand hiking up your thigh that wrapped around him while his other hand aligned his dick with your entrance. His tip teasingly pressed into you as another agonizing moan slipped from your lips. Miguel smiled at your desperation before giving in to your desires and pushing himself deep into you, his tip burrowing inside you, hitting everything on its way in. Your walls stretched to accommodate his girth as your mingled moans created a symphony of licentious sounds to entertain the dark walls that watch you in silent passivity.

After giving you a brief second to adjust to him Miguel pulled out only to plunge back into you. The sensation of him moving against you was almost too much as you gripped his shoulders harder while he drilled into you. His pace was punishing as his hips pistoned against you allowing his dick to hit your cervix every single time, eliciting loud shuddering moans to ripple from your lips in unabashed pleasure. 

Cracking your eyes open in your haze of pleasure revealed Miguel enjoying it as much as you. His teeth were clenched as strained grunts escaped his lips, and a few strands of his hair landed across his forehead which was covered in a light sheen of sweat that made his skin look golden under the lights. He was so incredibly beautiful. You let your lips capture him in a searing kiss which was followed by a moan from both of you. Without warning you felt Miguel’s other hand slip to your ass, gripping it tightly while his other hand did the same. You then felt Miguel’s grip on you tighten before hoisting you up, holding you against him in his strong arms as his dick kept moving inside you. 

You were amazed at his strength. You supposed it should make sense with him being Spider-Man, but you still couldn’t help but feel a thrill run through you as Miguel’s hands held onto your ass while your hands latched around his neck, your lips still moving in tandem. You felt the pleasure in your abdomen beginning to build the longer the two of you fucked. 

From this angle, Miguel’s cock with every stroke, every thrust, was hitting everything and driving you absolutely insane. His name fell from your lips naturally as your body began to tense up. 

“Let go, _____. I wanna see what your body looks like when overcome with pleasure.” Miguel whispered hotly against your ear.

His command was enough for your body to succumb to the sensations flooding through you. Your body tensed before a white-hot light scorched your body as your orgasm wracked through you, causing you to shudder and tremble in Miguel’s arms.

“Beautiful…” you heard Miguel mumble as he watched your orgasm with wrapped attention. 

Seeing you so fulfilled only helped his own climax as he kept dicking you down. His voice was hoarse and gruff as his moans tumbled from his lips, his chest heaving as harsh breaths fell out of his mouth. 

“Where do you want me to come?” he asked, his hips beginning to stutter.

“Inside…” you panted, your hands still clinging to his back.

“You sure?” he gave you one last questioning look as his orgasm started to approach.

You nodded,  “yes. I want to feel you fill me up.” 

You were on birth control so getting pregnant wasn’t a concern for you. All you wanted was to feel Miguel release inside you, a true testament to your time together. Without further questioning, Miguel nodded, trusting your words as his orgasm overtook him. His head threw back as a strained groan left his lips and spilled into the empty room, echoing off of the walls. You felt him release inside you, bringing about a strange sense of comfort as you watched the mighty Spider-Man tremble beneath you.

As Miguel came down from his high he gently placed you back on the ground, but didn’t completely disentangle himself from you. His strong arms held onto you as he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before muttering, “welcome to Spider Society, nenita.”

You chuckled at his words before reciprocating the kiss. You could tell you were going to like it here, “thanks, Miguel. I look forward to working with you.”

Miguel looked into your eyes, a gleam of amusement passing over his gaze as the passionate embers in his eyes took you in as a sensual smile curled the edges of his soft lips. His sharp canines reminded you of the way they felt scraping against your skin as his touch tightened and his deep husky voice responded back to you, “as do I, _____. There’s a lot I’m looking forward to showing you.”

You weren’t sure what was ahead of you now that you were the newest agent in the Spider Society, but you definitely were looking forward to it- especially if sessions like these with Miguel were going to be reoccurring. You pressed another kiss to his soft lips as he returned your fervor with equal intensity, the empty room was the only witness to your passionate whims.

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Morning Distractions (Leon x Reader)

•Notes•

Pairing: RE4 Leon x Reader

Genre: Established relationship, smut, fluff

Summary: Leon only has 15 minutes before he has to leave for work but he’s determined to please you before he goes.

Warnings: Top Leon, quickie, unprotected sex (use protection!), comfort sex, fingering (fem. receiving), pet names (‘baby’), penetration

WC: 3,108

A/N: God, another Leon one-shot! This man won’t leave me alone (I’m not complaining though tbh). I hope you enjoy domestic Leon comforting y/n, I definitely enjoyed writing it!

Enjoy!

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You clutched the vintage leather of Leon’s jacket deftly in your grip as you pleaded with him not to leave. You felt your fingers begin to ache with how much pressure it took to keep your boyfriend from going as you stopped him from exiting your shared bedroom, his frame caught in the middle of the doorframe as he looked back at you with an amused expression.

“Do you plan on doing that for the entirety of my 12-hour shift?” he asked with a slight chuckle, his voice low and soothing.

You gripped him tighter, “yes.”

You felt Leon shift to face you before he quickly tore your fingers off of his jacket, his hands encapsulating your wrists as he pulled you towards him. Your body followed his command without resistance, bumping against his strong torso as he looked down at you.

“Y’know I don’t want to leave either,” he whispered softly as his lips tried to appease you with a featherlight kiss on your cheek.

You simply huffed at the gesture, you were going to need a lot more than a peck on the cheek to let this man go. “Then stay,” you countered, your lips pulling down into a shallow frown.

Looking up at Leon left you with the sight of him smiling down at your antics. His eyes were warm as they captured your morning image of tangled hair, puffy eyes, and slightly raspy voice. He thought you were adorable, but he really needed to leave. Leon’s eyes briefly flicked away from your sullen expression to check the time on his watch. He had to go in the next 15 minutes or he’d get his ass chewed out again for being late.

“Baby… you know I can’t. I really have to go.” Leon stated, his voice soft yet firm as his eyes met yours once again.

You sighed as you sagged your body into your boyfriend’s firm one, his hands immediately wrapped around you protectively in his comforting embrace. You knew you were being a brat but you couldn’t help it. Every time Leon left for work he always came back worse than when he left. Just last week he came back with a large bruise on the side of his abdomen that he refused to tell you the origin of.

You knew he kept you out of his work for your own good so you wouldn’t worry about it but you couldn’t help but feel guilty every time you watched him kiss you goodbye before heading to work, knowing you were letting him leave only to come back hurt. You knew this was Leon’s job and that he was capable of handling whatever missions he received, but you still wanted to hold onto him for as long as you could before he left.

With your head resting on Leon’s chest you listened closely to his heartbeat that pumped rhythmically against your ear. You found the sound comfortingly. Finally, after a second you spoke up, your voice quiet, “will you at least let me make you breakfast before you go?”

“Baby-”

“I’ll be quick! I swear!” You reassured him, knowing that he was going to try to get out of you cooking for him.

A second of quiet stretched between you two before you heard Leon sigh from above you, his hand resting on top of your head and combing through your hair as he acquiesced, “okay ____, I’ll stay for you. But then I really have to leave, deal?”

You raised your head off of Leon’s chest to look up at him with a wide smile while nodding fervently, “deal!”

Not wanting to waste whatever time you had left with him, you quickly pulled away from your boyfriend before dashing past him and making your way to the kitchen which consisted of marble countertops and white wooden cabinets.

Leon watched as you made your way to the kitchen, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he followed behind you, his eyes never leaving you as you moved about the kitchen. You quickly pulled out your black metal griddle, a bowl, and a plate along with milk, eggs, sugar, vanilla extract, cinnamon, and bread.

“French toast?” Leon guessed as he took a seat in one of the bar stools that was settled in front of the island, a perfect spot for admiring you cook in front of him.

You hummed in response, a closed-lipped smile on your face as you began mixing all the ingredients in a bowl before pouring the batter onto a plate. Leon always loved your french toast and you hoped that this would hopefully make his upcoming grueling day at work a little better.

After letting the bread soak in the batter you quickly turned around and began placing the two pieces of bread on the griddle, cooking it on low heat so that it would fry evenly. Unbeknownst to you, when you turned around Leon couldn’t help but admire your body. You were still in your pajamas which consisted of a thin tank top paired with shorts that did little to cover what was underneath.

Leon shifted uncomfortably in his seat, the strain in his pants making its presence painfully known as he did his best to focus on the amazing breakfast you went out of your way to make for him and not on the thought of fucking you on these expensive counters.

“Leon?”

Your voice pulled the federal agent away from his distracting thoughts as he looked up to see you gazing back at him from over your shoulder, your eyebrows furrowed in concern. Shit, he didn’t want you worrying more about him than he knew you already were on a daily basis.

“Sorry _____, I just zoned out is all,” he stated as he slipped off of his seat before walking over to you, leaning against the counter as he watched you flip over the two pieces of bread.

“It’s alright, the food’s almost done.” You said with a small smile, still a bit on edge over Leon’s expression earlier when you turned to ask him if he wanted strawberries with his toast.

Your boyfriend saw that your mind was still focused on his distracted behavior earlier, he could see the flicker of concern that pooled in your eyes. He really didn’t want you to be stressed over this while he was away and figured the best way to convince you that he was indeed okay, was to show you exactly what had him so distracted.

With the idea firmly planted in his head, Leon took another quick glance at his watch to see that he had about 10 minutes left before he had to go. That would be plenty of time.

“Baby, stop worrying,” Leon said soothingly as he looked back down to see you plating the toast, your attention focused solely on the food in front of you.

He chuckled to himself at your intense concentration before moving behind you, his pelvis pressing against your ass as he leaned over your shoulder, his voice low as he mumbled into your ear, “I just got distracted by you.”

You momentarily froze when you felt Leon move behind you and press himself lightly against you. Despite him not applying a lot of pressure, you could feel the faint outline of his hard erection poking you. Paired with his whispered words, you had practically short-circuited. His voice caressed you and fanned over your neck before being overtaken by his soft lips that lightly pecked your heated skin just below your ear.

What was this man doing?

“L-Leon…” you huffed out after you felt Leon’s leather-gloved hands roam over your thighs and higher up your legs, resting on the waistband of your shorts.

“Yes?” You heard him mumble from behind you, his kisses on your neck coercing you to tilt your head to the side to allow him better access.

“You…you have work…” you tried to counter, doing your best to hold on to your rationality.

Leon chuckled softly against your skin, his body pressing against you even more than before as he speaks, “weren’t you the one trying to get me to stay just a minute ago?”

You sighed in frustration. Partly because Leon was using your words against you and partly because now you were extremely horny. You felt your core ignite in heat and desire, already feeling yourself getting wet just from Leon’s touch resting around your waist.

“I was, but-”

“But?” Leon’s hands began to slip off of your body as he took a step away from you, his voice was low and teasing, “should we just stop then?”

You rolled your eyes as you turned to face him. Your hands reached out to grab his leather jacket once again before forcing him closer to you as you speak, “nope. You don’t get to leave after teasing me like that.”

Leon flashed a wolfish grin at you, his eyes drinking you in, “we have 8 minutes.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” You asked with a devilish smile.

Your boyfriend didn’t even bother to respond as he simply crashed his lips upon yours, his tongue slipping out to taste yours as you moaned into the kiss. You felt his strong hands grab your ass, massaging the soft malleable muscle while pulling you harder against him.

You felt his boner even more clearly now as it rubbed against your thigh. As you kissed your hand traveled down to lightly grip Leon’s desire, eliciting a soft groan from his lips as he pulled away from the kiss.

You smiled up at him before glancing down at his watch to see that you guys had 6 minutes left now. You didn’t have time for the usual foreplay that the two of you liked to indulge in. You’d have to save that for later.

“Fuck me, Leon.” You said plainly.

Your boyfriend’s eyes widened slightly in surprise before a licentious smile crossed over his slightly puffy lips. He raised his thumb up to your lips, smearing the saliva covering your lips even more. “So needy,” he teased, but he was more than ready to fulfill his earlier fantasy.

Without any further pretense, Leon quickly gripped your ass and lifted you up on the cold island counter. You shivered as your thighs pressed flatly against the marble surface, but you barely had time to register the shock of the cold on your warm skin since Leon was already yanking your shorts and underwear down to your ankles until they inevitably fell on the wooden floor.

“‘So needy.’” You mocked at seeing the urgency in which Leon seemed to be in to fuck you.

“It’s you… I can’t help it.” your boyfriend stated with a slight chuckle, his lips curving upwards in a smirk as his icy-blue eyes took in your half-naked body.

His eyes dipped down to your heat. You were so ready for him, you didn’t even need to be warmed up but you didn’t complain when Leon’s index and middle finger briefly explored the folds of your core.

Your hands jumped up to grip his shoulders as you relished in the feeling of his fingers sliding through you before he slipped both of them in without warning. You gasped at the sudden intrusion before it was swallowed by Leon’s lips on yours. His fingers pushed deeper inside you as he kissed you, it was messy, hot, and passionate as you felt your hips try to push against Leon’s fingers, wanting him deeper inside you.

Before you could succeed in your attempt, however, Leon slipped his fingers out of you. You whined at the movement, “I was starting to get close.”

Leon laughed at the whine in your voice before leaning over to your ear and whispering softly, “not without me, baby.”

Your boyfriend then brought his fingers that had just been inside you up to your lips.

“Taste yourself, _____.”

You didn’t need any further convincing as you obliged his request, your tongue sliding over the two fingers Leon delicately placed in your mouth. You sucked all your juices off of his digits diligently while gazing up to catch Leon’s reaction who watched with wrapped attention, his eyes focused squarely on every roll and flick of your tongue across the pads of his fingers.

“Fuck…” you heard him moan softly after you popped your mouth off of his fingers.

You smiled smugly at the man in front of you, pleasing Leon was always a treat for you and if you had more time you’d have already been on your knees for him with him deep in your mouth. But unfortunately, a hesitant glance at his watch told you that you only had 4 minutes left.

“Did you still want to…?” You asked when you caught Leon’s attention who had also frowned when checking the time on his watch.

He nodded at your question, “yeah. You were close right?”

You frowned, “I was. But I know that’s not enough time to get you off.”

Your boyfriend smiled softly at your words as he brought his hand up to softly caress your cheek. He pecked a sweet kiss on your forehead as he spoke intimately into the little space that blocked the two of you, “I get off on your pleasure.”

You felt heat spread throughout your body as your heart seemed to explode with warmth at Leon’s sincere words. Still, you couldn’t help the nagging guilt that pulled at your thoughts, “are you sure, Leon?”

Leon simply smiled at your question, amused at how concerned you were about him climaxing. He answered you with the same small smile and warm tone, “I’m sure, _____. Now, will you please let me fuck you for the next 4 minutes?”

You chuckled at his question before nodding, granting him permission to completely wreck you with the short amount of allotted time you guys had. Leon’s smile widened when he saw you nod as he pressed one more short kiss to your lips before quickly pulling out his dick and pushing it inside you. His length and girth alone were enough to make you completely fall apart but you held yourself together as Leon pulled you closer to the edge of the counter so he could more easily push into you.

After giving you a second to adjust, Leon began moving inside you. Normally, he would gradually increase his pace when fucking you. Leon loved watching the pleasure slowly build inside you, he loved seeing how your moans would get louder with every thrust as he moves faster and faster against you. But, due to the limited time, he had to instead just fuck you hard and fast to get you to come.

His pace was ruthless and took you completely by surprise. It was rare for Leon to fuck you so brutally as he liked taking things slow. You knew that he was doing it so that you would climax in the next 4 minutes but at this rate you weren’t sure if you would even be able to last that long. You felt Leon’s dick run deeper and deeper inside you, hitting every spot with such velocity that you were helpless to try to stay coherent. All you could do was moan and cry out for him, your hands gripping his jacket while your head faced the ceiling with your eyes squeezed shut.

Leon watched you with amusement as he moved against you. The sounds you were making were incredibly sexy- almost enough to make him cum. His eyes darted to your neck before he leaned in and began nipping at the skin there. That was definitely going to leave some marks, but the pleasure coursing through you was too powerful for you to care.

You supposed you’d just have to wear a turtleneck to work today.

Leon continued sucking and biting on your neck as he fucked into you. The combination of pleasure and pain mixed with his incredibly fast pace had you coming in the next minute or so. Your body tensed as you announced to Leon that you were coming which he already knew but simply hummed in acknowledgment- not stopping any of his ministrations.

An intense feeling dominated all of your senses as you came, your body shaking and trembling at the magnitude of the pleasure ensnaring you in its intoxicating clutch. By the time the tendrils of your high began to slowly fade you were completely spent as your chest heaved up and down. Your dazed eyes blearily gazed over to see Leon pulling out of you, a sheen of sweat covering his clear skin.

“Are you okay?” you heard him ask as he began to gingerly put your clothes back on you.

You knew he most definitely had to leave now, but you appreciated that he still made sure you were in order before heading to work. “I’m fine… thank you, baby. That was…” your voice trailed off as you lifted your hand and directed Leon’s attention back to your face. You leaned forward and pecked his lips to which he reciprocated. “Will you be okay?” You asked after pulling back from the kiss.

Leon smiled softly at you as he spoke tenderly, “I’ll be fine, _____. As long as you’re okay.”

You listened to Leon and did your best to believe that he’d be fine despite not having an orgasm of his own. Your hands reached up and fixed his hair back in place as he continued speaking.

“Now. I really need to go. I’ll see you later, okay? Text me when you get to work.” Leon pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before helping you down from the counter and grabbing his bag and heading to the front door.

You watched him for a second before you remembered something, “wait!” you called out to him before rushing to the forgotten french toast. You quickly put it in a Ziploc bag before dashing over to the front door where Leon waited anxiously for you. “Your breakfast,” you said, handing the bag over to your boyfriend who took it with a wide smile.

“You’re the best,” he says before offering you one last kiss on the lips and heading out the door.

You watch his retreating back as he heads to his car. While you would definitely still worry about his well-being while he was away, you were excited to see him when he came back home. You already had some ideas on how to repay him for his efforts this morning and this time- you wouldn’t have any time restraints keeping you from pleasing the man that you loved.

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Lavender And Cinnamon (Leon x Reader)

•Notes•

Pairing: RE4 Leon x Reader

Summary: You work at a high-end spa called Exotic Luxuries where you’re assigned to take care of the alluring and mysterious Leon S. Kennedy. But late-night sessions can lead to more than just a regular massage…

Warnings: slight cursing, no protection (use protecting!), workplace sex, riding, blowjobs, pet names (‘good girl’), dom. Leon, praise kink, slight nipple play

WC: 6,750

A/N: A bit different from my usual stuff but I’ve been obsessed with this man especially with the release of RE4 so I wrote this one-shot to help get him out of my head (it didn’t work)! I hope you like it!

Enjoy!

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Your eyes looked over the list of reservations you’d be handling for the day, your boss standing behind the check-in desk mumbling about the shortage of massage oils.

“Seems like the regulars…” you stated as you looked over to watch your boss.

“Yeah…” they sighed, turning to look over at you with tired eyes, “but you do seem to have a newcomer coming in later today. Ensure that you treat them with the utmost respect and professionalism, alright?”

You nodded before glancing back down at the list to see your last and latest reservation set for eight o’clock. “Leon S. Kennedy?” You tested the name, it sounded like a pseudonym as you cocked an eyebrow skeptically, “is that a joke?”

“It most certainly is not.” Your boss finally stood to turn and face you, their expression serious, “they’re a high-class customer, alright?”

You nodded, understanding what your boss was saying. You’ve had your fair share of “high-class customers” from mayors to senators who would come in and reserve a massage. The spa in which you worked had humble beginnings but by the time you were hired the reputation of your spa had grown to become a fairly luxurious business that served people with important backgrounds.

Confidentiality was key with this job; so much so that you were even required to sign an NDA upon being hired. You weren’t sure why it was such a big deal as nothing explicit ever occurred with the patrons, at least not to your knowledge. But you refrained from asking questions and focused on doing what you were hired to do and giving out high-quality massages.

“I’ll do my best to satisfy him,” you proclaimed, your boss offering you a small smile before leaving to carry out their other tasks for the day.

You push aside the ominous ‘Leon S. Kennedy’ as you go about your day, your scheduled reservations trickle in, many of them regulars who you’ve attended multiple times. By the time the clock hits 7:45, your hands are starting to feel sore as your joints ache. You bid your last customer goodbye before going into the bathroom to wash your hands.

“Long day?”

You startle at the sink, turning around to see one of your coworkers entering the bathroom.

“Oh hey, Jenna,” you offer her a small smile before turning off the faucet.

She stalks over to you, her eyes wide with an excitement you don’t trust, “I heard about your last customer.” she says knowingly.

“Okay?” You quirk an eyebrow at her, unsure why she seems so vested in your customer’s affairs.

“You’re not excited?”

“Why should I be? It’s just another customer.”

You watch as Jenna’s eyes widen, an amused smile pasted on her lips as her voice drops to a hushed whisper, “so you really don’t know?”

“No..?”

Jenna chuckles softly to herself before she responds, her voice light, “Leon S. Kennedy. He was hired by the federal government to act as a special agent. Rumors say he was tasked with saving the president’s daughter a few months back when she was kidnapped.”

You stare at Jenna as she talks, her words registering in your head before you give her a dubious look. She was known to stretch the truth at times and you couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow at her.

“I’m serious!” she urges after a second of silence passes between the two of you.

“I’m sure you are! It’s just… you gotta understand that that’s a lot of information you dumped on me.” You explain, grabbing a paper towel and drying off your hands as Jenna moves around you to one of the empty stalls.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m just telling you so you know what you're in for, okay? Treat him nicely. I heard he’s easy on the eyes so it shouldn’t be too hard for you.”

You roll your eyes as you exit the bathroom, your voice meeting Jenna’s quiet laughter as you call back to her, “real professional, Jenna.”

As you make your way back to the front desk, awaiting your last customer, you can’t help but let Jenna’s words wash over you. Was she really telling the truth? Why would she lie about something like this?

Your eyes glaze over to the open computer on the front desk before darting to the clock: 7:56. Your customer would be here any minute but your curiosity was eating away at you. You chewed on your bottom lip… one quick little Google search of his name couldn’t hurt, right? Besides, you rationalized it by saying that it was best to be prepared and know your new customer so that you knew how to better take care of him during your session.

Temptation and curiosity made a heady mix as your hands as if automatically, lept to the keyboard and quickly typed in the name ‘Leon S. Kennedy’. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but considering that Leon was a supposed federal agent, you guessed that you shouldn’t have been too shocked to see little information about him online. Being a federal agent must mean that you have to keep a lot of personal information offline, but the lack of information on him could also mean that he’s just a reclusive kind of guy.

You sigh tiredly before looking back up and yelping at what you see. Across from you, in front of the desk, you’re met with a tall man with long light brown hair that slightly shadows his sharp-looking eyes. His narrow nose and small pink lips along with his angular jaw all came together to create a face that could have anyone stunned on the spot.

“I have an appointment.”

His voice almost sends a shiver down your spine. His voice was a bit deep yet not unfriendly, just distant. His tone gave nothing away except pure professionalism despite him being here as a customer and not a worker. Everything about this man just oozed secrecy and you guessed that Jenna was right when she said this guy was a federal agent.

“Of course, eight o’clock for Mister Kennedy, right?” You say, forcing your eyes away from the man and trying your best to remain calm and polite, just as you are with every other customer.

“You can just call me by my name. It seems like you’re fairly familiar with it anyway,” your eyebrows raise slightly until you notice the quick glance Leon sends the open computer on the desk with his name clearly typed into the search bar.

Your eyes widen in horror before you swiftly power off the computer, a wavering smile on your lips as you respond, “I apologize… Leon.”

“It’s no problem, really,” Leon assures, the hint of a smile lifting the corner of his lips as he looks over you, his gaze analytical as if he’s trying to read you with a distant curiosity.

You swallow the dry spit that has collected in your mouth as his gaze stays on you. “If you’ll follow me to the back, Leon. My name is _____ and I’ll be taking care of you this evening.” You state as you lead Leon down a series of dimly lit hallways, remembering that you have a job to do and need to fulfill it as such.

“Nice to meet you, ____.” the man behind you greets, his voice calm and measured as he says your name. “Is it usually this quiet here?” he asks after a second of silence passes.

You do your best not to focus on the way your name fits on his tongue and simply offer him a small smile as you briefly turn around to look at him before answering his question, “we try to keep a serene atmosphere here at Exotic Luxuries. Although since your appointment was a bit later most, if not all, the other workers have headed home for the night.”

You see Leon’s eyes widen slightly an apologetic look flickering over his piercing blue eyes, “I apologize for keeping you so late. I understand the frustrations one can have when having to work overtime… that’s actually the reason why I had to book this so late.”

You shake off his apology, “don’t worry about it. Were you working earlier?” You say carefully, not wanting to sound too interested in his line of work.

There’s a second of silence as your footsteps occupy the space between you and Leon. For a second you worry if you crossed the line, you don’t usually ask your customers about their jobs unless they confide in you first but you can’t help but want to know more about this man… this man who was tasked with saving the president’s daughter, supposedly. You can’t help but be curious.

Luckily though, it doesn’t seem as if Leon is upset with your intrigue as he responds a few seconds later, his voice polite. “Yes, you’re correct. I just got off about 30 minutes ago.”

Your eyes widen, unable to curve the shocked tone in your voice as you blurt out, “you just got off? Jesus, you must be so tired!”

Another second of tentative silence stretches on between you two as you curse yourself out for saying something so obvious. Before you can apologize for your rudeness you hear a quiet chuckle from behind you. Turning around you cast a brief glance up at Leon’s face and see him laughing softly, it’s not a full-on laugh and more of a close-lipped chuckle, but the way his lips curve slightly upwards makes something in you twist as you force your gaze away.

You continue your way through the halls until you eventually stop in front of a door made of glass but with a tint over it that makes it hard for anyone to see anything through it.

“This is where we’ll be having our session for the evening,” you say formally while gesturing to the door, “I’ll give you a few minutes to change out of your clothes. There’s a towel in there for you to use to cover yourself. I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Leon nods curtly at you, his eyes gazing at you briefly before he opens the door and heads inside. You watch the way his leather-bound jacket hugs his broad shoulders before the door closes, sequentially cutting off your vision of the beautiful man.

“Get yourself together, _____” you mumble to yourself before quickly walking away to the supply room.

According to the reservation, Leon reserved the first-time package, a promotion your boss was running that allowed new customers to get an hour-long massage at a 50% discount along with 30 minutes free in the sauna room. It was a pretty good deal and had brought in a plethora of new customers who left with a membership. You at least were used to doing it and felt better prepared to not embarrass yourself in front of Leon. You only hoped you could get through the massage without any incidents that would have you fired.

You reach for the supplies you’d need including a lavender and cinnamon scented oil before making your way back to the room you left Leon in. When you take a deep calming breath and open the door you expected to find the man lying face down on the cushioned bench centered in the middle of the room like everyone else. So imagine your surprise when you instead find Leon with his back facing you as he observes the different oils on display on a shelf. You can’t help but let your eyes travel across his bare back, the tendrils of his muscles flexing as he reaches up to grab one of the oils. Your eyes travel lower down his back until they reach the white towel wrapped around his waistline.

My god did he look gorgeous.

As much as you wanted to keep looking at him you had to remain professional. You knocked briefly on the door to alert him of your presence, causing the man to turn his head slightly to you, his voice calling out to you in the small room.

“Sorry, am I not meant to touch these?” he holds up the small oil in his hand.

You shake your head, stepping further into the room and closing the door behind you. “You’re fine. Did you have any questions about them?”

He shakes his head before setting it back down and turning around, striding over to the bench as you begin prepping on a nearby wooden stand.

“I was just curious to read each oil’s scent, I’ve never been to a spa before so…” as his voice trails off you glance back to smile friendly at him but immediately feel your cheeks flush at the sight you’re met with.

In the dim candlelit room, you notice how the warm glow from the tiny flames bathes Leon in their serene glow. The flickering shadows of their fiery nature create patches of darkness across Leon’s skin before being overtaken by light once again resembling a makeshift mirage of shadows. Every flex of his defined muscles is outlined by the shadows they leave on his skin like delicate brush lines dipped in black paint. He truly was a piece of art- a walking canvas.

It takes all your willpower to tear your eyes away before you start drooling as you try to remember what he said and provide an appropriate response, “yeah…um. Each oil’s unique scent can have a different effect on the person using it depending on what they want.”

“Like what?”

You think for a moment before picking up the oil you chose for Leon as you turn to him and force your eyes to meet his rather than glance down at his chiseled body. “This is a lavender cinnamon essential massage oil. The contrast of the sweet and cool lavender with the warm and spicy cinnamon produces an indomitable romantic blend. It creates a calming yet stimulating feeling when massaged into the skin. The scent also restores your mind to a more relaxed state.”

Leon nods at your explanation, a ghost of what you assume to be a smirk crosses over his lips before it's quickly wiped away as he heads over to the bench and sits down.

“Where would you like me to start the massage? We could start on your front or on your back.”

“My front if you don’t mind. I don’t really like having my back turned.”

You nod, somewhat understanding why he’d feel that way if his job always requires him to be on alert. “That’s fine. Do you mind getting under the sheet and removing your towel? I’ll turn around as you do so.” You say gently, turning around.

You hear some rustling sounds before Leon’s smooth voice tells you that’s finished. You turn around to see the sheet covering his lower body, leaving his chest and arms exposed.

“Is it okay if I leave the sheet off my chest?” he asks.

You nod, “that’s completely fine. As long as you’re comfortable,” you move closer to Leon and grab the massage oil before opening it and beginning to lightly pour it over his arms as you explain your movements, “since this is your first time I’ll start off slow. I’m going to pour this oil over the parts of the body you feel need the most attention, okay? For now, I’ll massage your arms.”

Leon listens closely to your instructions, his eyes flick down to the oil that begins to roll down his arm until you reach out and begin slathering the slippery liquid across his warm skin. As soon as your fingers grace Leon’s skin you feel your brain begin to short-circuit. His arms are so firm, it takes you a second to properly grip his arm so that you're massaging him more effectively. You do your best to not imagine how his arm would feel wrapped around you as you begin the session. Instead, you let your eyes wander across his chest (which also turned out to be a bad idea) where you’re met with his broad shoulders and defined collarbone that you want to sink your teeth in. As beautiful as he is you also can’t help but notice various cuts and bruises on his skin, some looking fresh as a red tint surrounds the cuts and a blue color defining his upcoming bruises.

“I’m fine.”

You startle at hearing a voice call out to you. Your eyes quickly flick up to find Leon looking at you, his eyes almost glowing under the light of the candles, and yet his voice has a slight edge to it as he speaks.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare…” you trail off, embarrassment flooding through your skin.

Leon studies you for a moment, his whole body still, almost disguising his presence as you try to focus on the massage before he sighs and finally speaks, “no, I’m sorry if that came off rude. I got these from work…”

“Do you always suffer from injuries like these?” you ask, your voice tinted with worry as you furrow your eyebrows.

To your surprise, Leon smirks when he sees the expression on your face. His lips curl up dangerously, subtly, as if amused before he answers. “If I’m lucky. Today wasn’t too bad. They’ll heal.”

You don’t like how dismissive he is of his injuries but you supposed him coming down to a spa was a way for him to try to relax and take his mind off of his strenuous job. You redouble your efforts, determined to give this man the best massage of his life. For a while you’re able to do this, your eyes focusing on his pressure points as you massage his arms. From time to time your eyes glance up to catch Leon already looking at you, his eyes watching you with a glimmer of something that you can’t discern.

“Is there something wrong? Am I applying too much pressure?” you question hesitantly after catching him looking at you for the fifth time.

He shakes his head, his eyes still attached to yours, “no, sorry if I was making you uncomfortable. I guess I was just trying to get a read on you. You seem young, but by the looks of it you’ve been doing this for awhile.”

Did he want to learn more about you? You pushed the thought away quickly, he was probably just trying to make casual conversation. You answered with a small smile, “I’ve always liked making people feel good. As a kid that was in the form of giving my mom really bad back massages that she pretended wasn’t practically cracking her spine,” you see Leon’s chest heave up and down slightly as he chuckles quietly, “seriously though, something about giving someone a massage is just… fulfilling to me. It’s intimate, quiet, and serene. It’s just as relaxing for me as it is for my clients sometimes…”

Leon observes the way your voice becomes softer, and more thoughtful as you speak. He smiles at your words, this time allowing you to see his shiny teeth and you feel your heartbeat speed up knowing you were able to draw that kind of expression out of him.

“I admire your passion. I’m sure this job isn’t easy.”

“‘I’m sure it’s nothing compared to what you have to do.”

“Doesn’t matter which one is harder. The point is that you like what you do and you do it well. That requires a lot of patience and discipline. You should take pride in that.”

You feel your eyes widen slightly at Leon’s words, sincerity pouring through his tone.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lecture you…” Leon huffs out a humorless laugh as he turns to look away from you, his eyes tracing the lines on the ceiling.

“You weren’t. I appreciate it, Leon,” you say honestly with a small smile as you finish massaging his arms. You turn around to face the clock that hangs on the wall, “we have about 45 minutes left. Is there any other area you’d like me to show attention to?”

Leon seems to think for a moment, his icy-blue eyes traveling over to you before he speaks, “would you be okay with massaging my legs? My job today required a lot of running and I can tell I’m going to wake up sore in the morning.”

You nod before moving down to his legs and cautiously moving the sheet up until it’s lying halfway across his thighs. You do your best not to stare at his toned legs as you begin pouring more massage oil on him before pressing your thumbs into his calves. You continue massaging the different parts of Leon’s legs, the oil glistening off of his skin while the candlelights reflect a warm glow onto him. You gradually move higher and higher up his leg until you press down on his inner thigh absentmindedly when you're brought back to the present after hearing a noise escape from Leon’s lips.

Fear spreads through you as you quickly pull your hands away from him as if he was a fire.

“A-are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” you ask frantically, your eyes wide with worry.

Looking at Leon however, you’re met with an interesting sight. Rather than the scowl or grimace you were expecting to see you notice a slight tinge of red dusting over his cheeks. Was he blushing? He quickly meets your eyes, his eyebrows furrowed slightly but not in annoyance at you as he speaks lowly, “I’m fine, sorry if I startled you. I closed my eyes momentarily and when you pressed into my thigh it just-” he cuts himself off, promptly clearing his throat and stealing his expression. “I was just surprised is all.”

You look at him, studying his behavior with confusion pooling into your eyes as you speak up hesitantly, “did you… want me to stop? I can always begin working on your back if you feel uncomfortable.”

“No… you don’t need to stop. You’re doing fine, really. I was just… taken aback.” while he speaks politely, you can just barely pick up a shred of something else in his eyes. A flash of… want?

Before you can dissect the look further Leon leans back down and closes his eyes. You take a second to register what just happened before cautiously reaching out and massaging the skin just below his thigh, your brain whirring with thoughts… a lot of them are unprofessional and would most likely get you fired if you acted on them and especially if it was unwarranted. But you can’t help but wonder if Leon didn’t want you to stop because it felt… good?

What would happen if you raised your hand just a bit higher?

Your eyes glance up to look at Leon whose eyes are still closed shut, his breathing even. You glance back down to your hands around his knee and tentatively begin moving your hand higher up on his leg. You stop halfway up his thigh where you had left off and ever so gently press into his inner thigh, his skin folding under your touch. Once again a noise escapes Leon’s lips, but this time you can discern what it is. A quiet small moan slips through his pink lips.

You can barely believe what you’re hearing. You manage to not freak out and continue massaging his thigh, this time adding even more pressure as your thumbs slide over the skin on his inner thigh. Again, another moan escapes Leon’s lips and it’s incredibly sexy.

Before you can continue, however, you see Leon suddenly open his eyes in shock, as if he had been in a daze. His gaze darts over to you, “I’m sorry…” he begins, “I didn’t mean to- that was unprofessional of me. I don’t usually… I’ve never…”

You watch in amusement as Leon begins floundering over his words, surprised to see the seemingly cool-headed federal agent flustered over your touch. With a calming breath, you muster all your strength to prepare yourself for what you’re about to say and pray that you won’t regret it.

With a determined expression, you give Leon a look that stops him from talking, your eyes piercing into his as you speak with an air of confidence despite you wanting to throw up on the inside. “It’s okay. I did it on purpose.” Leon squares you with a confused look as you continue talking, “I told my boss that I would satisfy you. I was instructed to help you relax and to take care of you. And like you said… I’m very passionate about this job.”

You watch as Leon takes in your words, you can practically see the gears in his head turning as he takes in what you’re proposing. “Are you sure?” he asks after a long second, his eyebrows knitted in concern, unsure if you’re being serious.

You nod, “if you can’t trust my words…will you trust my actions?”

The man before you eyes you warily. A specific and stringent tension begins to fill the air, the feeling so palpable that you can practically feel it prickle your skin. You don’t even realize the breath you’ve been holding in your chest as you await Leon’s response until he finally speaks, his voice low and quiet.

“Help me relax, _____.”

That’s all it takes for you to continue your massage, but this time you let your hands roam freely. You start back up at his thigh, your hands sinking into his malleable skin as a small soft huff of air leaves Leon’s lips. You continue your climb up his leg until your hand eventually reaches underneath the towel, you can see the growing tent of Leon’s desires and smile up at the man before looking back down.

“I don’t think you’ll be needing this…” you say softly before pulling the towel off and revealing all of Leon, his bare body completely and utterly at your mercy.

One of Leon’s arms props him up on the bench as he stares at you, a small smirk clearly expressed on his lips. “Impatient?”

“Eager.”

Leon’s eyes glimmer at your words before you rest your hands on the base of his shaft, your attention drifting from Leon’s face down to his pretty cock. It’s perfectly trimmed and curves upwards at a beautiful angle. You can see the faint outlines of his blue veins that run up and down his shaft. You trace your oiled index finger over them delicately eliciting a shaky breath from the man you have cupped in your hands.

You smirk seductively, your plump lips curling upwards before you put your mouth to good use and lean down, your tongue making contact first as it swirls around the pink glistening tip slowly. The taste of Leon’s precum is surprisingly pleasant- or as pleasant as precum can be. You supposed his job kept him in shape along with whatever healthy diet he probably has set for himself.

“That’s it…” you hear Leon praise quietly, his voice warm and intimate. “Do you mind if I hold your hair back?”

You shake your head as you open your mouth a bit more, your lips closing fully around Leon’s tip and sucking slightly. As you do so you feel Leon’s expansive hand entangle itself in your hair, holding it up gently. You open your mouth more, feeling like you’ve teased him enough, and begin to take him in your mouth, his shaft fitting snugly in your mouth. Your hands move from his base to fondle his clean-looking balls while your mouth entertains his cock, you feel his tip hit the back of your throat before you’re able to fully take him in. He wasn’t huge, but he was big enough to have you needing to take a breath after feeling him hit you in the back of your throat.

“Don’t strain yourself.” the statement was supposed to come off as comforting but when your eyes looked up to look at Leon you knew it was anything but. He was teasing you and the now smug smile on his lips was a big indicator of that.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” you snapped back with the same teasing tone in your voice.

You turned your attention back to Leon’s dick before using your hands to pump him from the base, they were lubricated enough from the massage oil to set a quick pace while your mouth latched back on to the tip before you opened your mouth further to take more of him.

“That’s a good girl…” Leon’s gruff voice called out from above you, his hand still in your hair but gripping it a bit harder.

You feel your core ache with need at the praise, oddly satisfied to have this man’s approval as you continue working his cock in your mouth. The texture of his veins slides against the walls of your mouth, and your tongue runs against them, flicking over the long lines. Your hands continue their ministration of pumping the base of Leon’s shaft, they slide over him easily.

From the side you begin to hear Leon’s breathing pick up, the sound harsh and impatient. You continue sucking him for a few more seconds before popping your mouth off of him and smirking triumphantly at him, “don’t strain yourself, now.” you say mockingly as you observe the way Leon has his bottom lip crushed between his teeth, “should I let you cum in my mouth?” you ask with mock innocence.

Before you can revel in your temporary victory at seeing Leon succumb to your mouth Leon sits up abruptly, his hand that was propping him up leaves the bench to lightly grab your chin and bring your lips to his. The movement momentarily shocks you but you quickly get yourself under control and kiss him back eagerly.

Your lips slot together perfectly, he feels so soft against you despite his callused hand tracing your jawline and down to the back of your neck, adding a bit of pressure to pull you closer to him.

“I��d prefer… doing that inside you with your permission,” Leon mumbles into the kiss, his tongue running across your bottom lip before slipping inside your mouth.

“Fuck…” you whisper, too consumed by his lips over yours to come up with something more coherent to say.

You feel Leon laugh slightly against you before he finally pulls back, his lips glistening and wet just like the rest of his body. Your hands absentmindedly trail across his slippery chest, your hands brushing against his pert nipples.

“You…” he says after letting you explore his chest for a minute, “are severely overdressed,” he says before leaning into your space, his mouth traveling over to your ear as he whispers sultrily, “take this off,” he commands you feel him tug at your shirt.

You nod, swiftly discarding your shirt and leaving you in your lacy black bra. For once you’re proud you didn’t wear a sports bra like you usually do despite how comfortable they are.

Turning back to Leon, you’re met with his gaze solely glued to your chest. His hands come up as he gingerly traces the frilly lace on top of your bra. Despite him not touching you yet, your skin burns, eager to feel his strong hands caress and squeeze you.

“Beautiful…” you hear him whisper lowly.

Without warning you see Leon duck down before you lose focus when you feel his tongue poke out to lick over your covered nipple through the lace. The feeling is euphoric as you feel his other hand massage your other breast slowly. After a second you feel his hand leave your chest and travel to your back where he fiddles with the clasp for a second before suddenly the bra hangs loosely from your chest.

“You seem to know your way around a bra…” you sigh, eyeing him with mock suspicion.

His eyes twinkle with something as he leans back to observe you once you let the bra fall from your chest. Rather than answer though, after he’s gotten an eyeful he leans back over to you and pushes his lips back onto you. This time the kiss is slower and sweeter as your lips push and pull against each other. As you kiss Leon’s hands travel up your body until both of his hands are cupping your breasts. He takes a second to feel them, his rough hands warm against your cool skin before his index finger and thumb wrap around your nipples and squeeze them slightly.

You break off the kiss to moan softly, the pressure from his fingers on your nipples sending a string of pleasure through you and down to your core. Leon eyes your reaction, a pleasantly surprised look glimmering in his eyes as he smirks at you. Before you have time to recover you feel Leon duck back down before sucking on your nipple, his teeth nibbling slightly as he alternates between your two breasts. The pleasure and pain blend perfectly and you can’t help but arch your back the more he bites your nipples before soothing the pain with a soft lick of his tongue.

“Leon…” you gasp, your hands landing on the federal agent’s strong shoulders.

“Do you want more, _____?” he asks, taking his mouth off of your hard nipple.

You nod, your eyes staring up at the ceiling as you try to get yourself together.

“I want to hear you say it. What do you want from me, _____?” You feel Leon’s breath hit your ear, the smell of the lavender and cinnamon massage oil taking over your senses and easing the tension in your body.

You wanted this man bad.

With a shaky breath, you tear your gaze away from the ceiling to look down at Leon. “I want you to fuck me.”

At your words of admission, an almost tender smile graces Leon’s face as he presses a quick kiss to your lips, “that’s all I needed to hear.”

Swiftly, Leon has your pants and underwear pulled off and sits on the edge of the bench. He taps his thighs before looking back at you, “don’t worry. I’ll be holding you the entire time.”

You sigh, eyeing him warily before biting your lip and climbing onto him. True to his word as soon as your thighs are pressed to his, his hands latch onto your hips, holding you firmly in place.

“Now just lift your hips up for me…”

Leon’s voice is soft yet stern as he looks down to eye your movements. You carefully lift yourself up before centering yourself. Leon gives you a nod before you sink down on top of him. A loud moan escapes the both of you as your body stretches a bit to accommodate him. Luckily, you were already wet enough beforehand so Leon didn’t need to worry about warming you up. As you both take a second to adjust you latch your hands around his neck, pressing your body against his as you bite back a moan and stare deeply into Leon’s icy-blue eyes.

“Are you ready?” he asks after a second passes.

You nod, “ready.”

You then begin to slowly test the waters, setting a steady pace, and begin riding him. You’re careful at first, letting your body get used to Leon before quickly picking up the pace. The feeling of Leon’s thick cock running deep inside you has you moaning in a matter of minutes as you squeeze him tightly, a tumble of curses falling from his clenched teeth as his hands hold on to you tighter the faster you move.

“Fuck… you feel amazing…” he grunts, his body glistening with both massage oil and sweat as your eyes take in the sight before you.

“You too…” you moan your eyes drinking him in, “you’re definitely the sexiest client I’ve ever had.”

He laughs airly, his eyes opening briefly to look at you, “I’m sure you say that to every client.”

You know he’s joking but you feel the need to clarify to him anyway, “I mean it. I’ve never done this with a client before and… ever since you walked in I’ve had a hard time being professional. That’s why I was so excited when you first moaned when I touched your thigh.”

You see a slight blush cross over Leon’s cheeks. Whether it’s from him having to keep you upright or because of your words you’re not sure, but it looks cute on him regardless.

“Since we’re both confessing. I thought you looked extremely sexy when I first saw you. I actually planned on skipping this because it was my coworkers who had initially signed me up for this but…” he pauses, his eyes full of sincerity as he speaks, “I’m glad I didn’t.”

This time it’s you who’s blushing as you take in his words. Leon simply smiles brightly at you before crashing his lips against yours, his grip on you tightening as you begin moving faster against him, your hips rolling smoothly over his cock. After a few more minutes the heat that has been building in your core finally begins to overwhelm you, your breath coming out in harsh pants as you whisper harshly into the kiss with Leon, “I-I’m close…”

He nods, holding you close before pecking you once again on the lips, his voice quiet and husky as he leans into your ear, “come for me, _____. Let go…”

As if earning his permission your body lets go as the heat envelopes you, caressing your body and filling your entire body with pleasure as you tense up at the intense feeling, your orgasm hitting you hard and fast as you let out a loud moan.

At hearing and seeing your climax Leon quickly follows suit, his eyes squeezing shut, his mouth falling open as a sexy groan fills the air. His breathing is ragged and you feel his hold on you tighten even more. You can feel him fill you up as you begin to come down from your high. You squeeze a bit tighter on him to milk him even more earning a sly smirk from him as he tries to get himself together after finishing.

As you both come back to your senses you can’t help the small smile you have on your face as you gaze at Leon. The glow from his orgasm made him look even more alluring than he already did. You lift your hands to push his light brown hair out of his face. As you play with his hair you feel him grab your wrist lightly before bringing it down to his lips where he presses a feather-light kiss to your pulse point.

“I had a great time,” he says lowly, staring deeply into your eyes.

“Same here…” you sigh, sagging your body against him as his hands wrap around you, holding you in place.

“I think my session is up though.”

You sigh, your ear pressed to his chest as you listen to his heartbeat.

“But I’d like to make a reservation for another session in a few days if you’re available.”

You lift your face off of his chest to stare at him in disbelief, you figured this was a one-and-done deal. “You want to do this again?”

He nods, clearly amused at your reaction as a gentle smile takes over his face, “of course. You were able to take my mind off of my job and that’s a pretty damn hard thing to do.”

You smile widely at the man before pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “I’d be honored to take you on as a client, Leon S. Kennedy.”

Leon chuckles as he kisses you back before pulling back and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“You know you still have your free sauna that comes with your package. You could redeem that for your next session.” You inform with a smile.

Leon looks at you before a twinkle appears in his eyes as he pulls you closer to him, his arm wrapping more protectively around you as he speaks softly, “as long as you join me… I’d be down for anything.”

You seal the deal with a tender kiss, entangled in one another’s arms as the smell of lavender and cinnamon cascade over you, the candlelights flickering gently around you.

[cui-nisi]

All Mine (KSJ x Black Reader)

•Notes•

Pairing: Student Body President Kim SeokJin x Student Black Reader

Genre: friends with benefits, college au, smut, slight enemies-to-lovers but not really

Summary: With Jin being the student body president, you have to keep your purely sexual relationship on the DL, but what happens when it’s no longer just sexual?

Warnings: swearing, oral sex (f. receiving), implied sexual content, slight emotional hurt (it’s nothing major though), arguing, dirty talk, pet names (just “baby” but Ik some ppl don’t like pet names), toxic behavior (just a lil bit)

WC: 3,886

A/N: I was bored and instead of finishing my English essay I wrote this so I hope you like it! 😅

Enjoy!

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You knew what you were doing when you kissed Namjoon at the frat party last weekend. You knew he was best friends with Seokjin and after he pissed you off after your last hook up you decided getting with his best friend was an appropriate punishment.

When you first started fucking around with the student body president, you both established that you were strictly friends with benefits, hell you were barely friends. Sure, you both had mutual friends that would plan hangouts every now and then but the two of you were in completely different worlds.

While you spent your time slaving away in sterile classrooms working on your projects and essays for your finals and midterms, Jin was out delegating and organizing events for the student council. Outwardly, he was the “perfect guy”, at least according to your friends when they would go on their annual discussions about the man.

No one knew that you two were fucking on the low so you would always roll your eyes and say “he’s aight,” when they chided you for your own opinion.

Truthfully he was fine. Annoyingly fine. With his curly auburn hair, pretty plump lips, and warm smile. You would never admit that though, not to your friends and especially not to Jin. After all, no one knew the side of Jin that he would only show you when in the woes of your quick sessions of passion and lust.

But after your last hookup, the last person you wanted to think about was Jin. Instead, during a lull in between your classes, you decided to pay your friend Namjoon a visit and after asking where he was through text you quickly made your way to his student apartment.

“______, I wasn’t expecting to see you today. What, you miss me or something?”

“Stop playing,” you huffed out a dry laugh, pushing past the man who simply laughed before closing the door from behind you.

You’ve been to Namjoon’s apartment a handful of times but it was always filled with his dumbass friends. But as you scanned the surprisingly clean apartment you noted the air of silence that surrounded you. Turning around, you were met with Namjoon, his back leaning against the front door with his strong arms crossed over his black t-shirt. His eyes bored into you, his bottom lip succumbing to his teeth biting into it, damn it he looked good.

“What?” You asked after a second of terse silence settled in the space between you.

“Why’re you here, _____? “

Your eyes widened briefly as you absorbed the man’s question, “ I can’t pay my friend a visit now, damn.”

Namjoon laughed softly before pushing himself off of the door and striding over to you, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as you felt his hands slide around your waist.

“You wanna pick up where we left off at the party?” His deep voice whispered quietly into your ear, the smell of his cologne enveloping you.

As hot as Namjoon was, you knew his reputation and that he was just teasing you, besides you had only kissed him to get back at Jin. With a roll of your eyes, you leaned away from the man, your hands pushing against his broad chest.

“Stop all that, y’know I’m not here for that.”

Namjoon relented with a chuckle, his arms leaving your waist before stepping away, his cocky smirk still present on his lips. “So what are you here for? Seriously, is everything okay?”

Despite Namjoon being friends with Jin, he didn’t know about your relationship and you had no intentions of telling him now. But then that left the question- why were you here? Truthfully, you didn’t know. You suppose you were just being petty, but before you could come up with a plausible excuse a knock came from the front door.

“Hold on a second,” Namjoon said to you before turning away to answer the door.

You watched as your friend looked into the peephole of his door before confirming whoever was behind it and opening the door.

“Hey, Joon. Did you remember to-”

Looking past Namjoon, you felt your heart stutter and your eyes widen at the sight before you. Only a mere five feet away was Kim Seokjin, the respected student body president. You hadn’t seen him in almost a week which, in your case, was a long time. You felt your core ache with need and desire, repressed memories of how he’d feel between your legs surfacing up in your mind the longer you stared at him.

At the sight of you Jin’s words trailed off, his mouth hanging open slightly before seemingly remembering where he was. With a sharp intake of air, he forced his gaze away from you and back onto his friend.

“Sorry, I didn’t know _____ was going to be here,” with a nod the man gestured to you as Namjoon turned back around to glance at you, “I can come back another time if you guys were-”

Namjoon’s laugh cut off the rest of Jin’s sentence as he stepped aside, his cheery voice filling up the weird tension that had stricken the air, “nah, we weren’t doing anything, Jin. She just came by to say hello, you can come in.”

With a small smile, Jin nodded his head in gratitude before walking into the room when his eyes slid over to you, a cold hardness overtook his gaze as his smile dropped. His expression made a chill run down your spine as you did your best to not cower underneath his stare.

“_____.”

“Jin.”

You observed the way Jin’s eyes briefly flicked down to take in your body despite his distant greeting towards you, but you still couldn’t discern any noticeable emotion from his sharp hollow eyes.

“What did you need again, Jin?” Namjoon’s voice thankfully took Jin’s attention away from you as the man turned to face his friend, his expression softening immediately with an easygoing smile plastered over his lips.

“Right. I was wondering if you were able to get those flyers printed out for me? I asked Yoongi if he got them, but he said he forgot them in the apartment.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes as a scoff fell from his lips, “‘forgot them’ my ass. I don’t even think he printed them out, to be honest. But I gotchu, I know one of my friends has a printer that they’d let me use real quick if you don’t mind waiting a few minutes while I print the flyers.”

“Oh, no. You don’t have to do all that, Joon. It’s fine I can just-”

“No, I insist, seriously.”

With a sigh and a shake of his head, Jin nodded towards his friend who reciprocated with a dimpled smile before grabbing his keys and walking towards the door.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, try not to kill each other while I’m away.”

You knew Namjoon was joking when he said that, but with the way Jin looked at you as soon as the door closed you’d think it was a serious warning.

The polite and kind student body president disappeared as soon as the two of you were left alone. His once bright eyes suddenly narrowed into sharp slits that shot into you like a bullet and his easygoing smile transformed into a shallow scowl.

You didn’t understand why he was treating you with such disdain, it’s not like you kissing Namjoon was unwarranted and you’d be damned if you let this man try to punk you. So with all your courage you made a point of rolling your eyes and folding your arms in defiance, your voice ringing out and cutting through the tension.

“What’s with the attitude?”

At that, Jin cocked a finely waved eyebrow at you, his head tilting to the side when he responded, “so I’m the one with the attitude now?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what it means, _____.”

“No, I don’t actually.”

“Then let me enlighten you,” striding over to you Jin towered over you, with how close he was you could clearly see the inky pools of darkness that swallowed his iris’. “You kissed my best friend knowing damn well I’d find out about it then avoid me for a week only to turn up at Namjoon’s apartment.”

You forced out a humorless laugh after Jin finished, you couldn’t believe he was throwing a hissy fit over this after what he’d done. “You’re forgetting that I did all this after you called me the wrong fucking name the last time we had sex!”

You couldn’t help the burst of anger that flooded your words, it was hell trying to avoid Jin all week without giving in to your intrusive thoughts and just fucking every one of his friends as payback.

“And it was Sofia of all people! Can’t believe you’ve been hooking up with that hoe…” now that last statement was more you than to Jin and when your beady eyes snapped up to catch a smirk over the student president’s lips you had just about had enough.

With a frustrated huff of air, you quickly brushed past Jin and towards the front door. If the nigga was just going to laugh in your face then you were just going to leave. But before you could even grab the door handle you felt a pair of hands encapsulate your waist and pull you deeper into the apartment until you were forced down onto the beige living room couch.

“I know you didn’t just push me onto this couch.”

“And I know you’re not being pissy with me because I fucked Sofia.”

“And what if I am?”

“_____, look at me. Look.” Despite his laughter earlier, when you begrudgingly turned your eyes upward to face the man hovering over you, you were able to note the seemingly sincere look covering his beautiful face.

His lips were pulled back in a tight line and his eyebrows were furrowed. His eyes looked like they were studying you, trying to untangle the web of thoughts that surrounded your anger.

Finally, after a second of silence, his voice softly pecked your ears, his gaze never leaving yours, “ I’m sorry, truly. I really didn’t mean to call you Sofia, it was a shitty thing to do.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“I’m serious, _____.”

Truthfully speaking, you knew he had been messing around with Sofia. Mostly because the bitch never knew when to shut the fuck up. The two of you established that you weren’t exclusive and that as long as you stay safe then all cards were on the table but… you still couldn’t help but feel that stinging ache of pain when Jin mistakenly called you her name after giving him head.

“Why did you say her name then?” You weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to know the answer, but it seemed like it was the time to lay everything out and the question had been eating you up for the last week.

For the first time throughout the conversation, Jin’s eyes blinked away from yours, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat before he replied in a quiet voice, “this is going to sound dumb but… lately when we hook up I’ve been enjoying it more than I think I should.” Briefly meeting eye contact once again the man chewed on his bottom lip before continuing, “and I guess I was scared so… when you were giving me head I thought about anything– or I guess anyone that could distract me, and usually when Sofia gives me head it’s pretty shit so I thought thinking about her would keep me from climaxing too fast and then I just accidentally said her name.”

After he finished his explanation a firm silence dawned over the two of you. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing and after a few more seconds of silence stretched on you couldn’t contain the loud laugh that echoed throughout the apartment.

“Alright now, it’s not that funny” you heard Jin mutter under his breath but you were too busy laughing to reply.

It was only after a few more seconds of laughter that were you able to sputter out a coherent sentence, “wait- Jin, are you saying you only said Sofia’s name so you wouldn’t come too fast?”

“Basically yeah. I know it’s dumb I just-”

You didn’t let him finish as you had pulled him down to your level and kissed him heartily, your lips slotting together so naturally as if nothing had changed. His lips were just as pillowy soft as you remembered and his cherry-flavored chapstick tasted like nostalgia as you recalled all the times you kissed it off this man’s pretty lips.

“It is dumb, but it’s also kind of cute,” you muttered through the kiss.

After a few more kisses you felt Jin pull away slightly, his arms pressing against the sides of the couch, “I really am sorry, _____. I haven’t slept with Sofia in over a month. If I’m being honest the only person I’ve been seeing intimately is… you.”

Your eyes widened at that. Jin wasn’t known for being a playboy or anything, he did have a reputation to uphold, but he was known to get around every now and then. To hear that you were the only person he was really seeing made you both giddy with joy and suspicious of what he wanted you to say. But before you could respond Jin quickly intercepted you, his words rushing out uncharacteristically.

“I know we said we would be strictly friends with benefits, but… I don’t know. The thought of you being with someone else… especially someone like Namjoon scared me. I don’t expect you to feel the same way or even be exclusive with me, I just had to tell you now or else I would’ve lost my fucking mind.”

It took you a second to fully process Jin’s words. It was a lot he was spilling onto you. Was he confessing that he liked you? That’s what this meant right? You hadn’t messed around with anyone either besides Jin, but you always figured it was one-sided.

“For what it’s worth, I haven’t slept with anyone else in a while too.”

“What?”

You felt a rush of heat spread through your cheeks which was gratefully hidden behind the melanin in your skin, but the effects of your flustered nature were enough to have you avoiding eye contact, “no one makes me feel as good as you do, Jin.”

Suddenly you were too shy to look back at the handsome man in front of you but you could feel the heat of his stare caress over you before his voice piped up quietly, “no one? Not even Namjoon?”

You swiftly snapped your head back to Jin as you answered hurriedly, “no! I never slept with him! I just kissed him to fuck with you…”

Jin clicked his teeth disapprovingly with a shake of his head, his once look of nerves replaced by a sharp smirk and dark eyes, “I don’t believe you. I think I gotta remind you of how nice you feel when I’m eating you out.”

Your legs clenched at Jin’s words, that familiar ache from in between your legs coming back at full force. Jin’s eyes darted down to catch the action before his eyes flicked back up to meet yours and leaned in to kiss you once again. His kiss was gentle and slow as his tongue ran against your bottom lip, begging for permission to which you granted.

You lifted your hands to wrap around Jin’s neck and pull him closer to you but were suddenly stopped when you felt the man pull away from you, his lips puffy and gleaming with saliva.

“No touching, baby. Today, I just want to pleasure you, will you let me?” Looking at you through his doe-like eyes was enough to have you folding and allowing Jin to have complete control.

With a smile that could light up a dark cave, Jin leaned in once more to peck you warmingly on the lips before slipping away and kneeling in front of you, his large hands running light circles over your denim jeans.

“Take this off for me, ____.” Jin tapped his index finger over the fabric of your jeans as he spoke.

You both knew you didn’t have much time left before Namjoon finished printing the flyers so you wasted no time in lifting up your hips and quickly peeling off your jeans with Jin assisting you. When he caught sight of your black lace underwear you saw him visibly gulp, his eyes never wavering from the sight of your covered privates.

“Jin, c’mon, we don’t have much time.” while that was true you only said that because you were starting to get flustered from the way Jin was eyeing you.

“Sorry, I just can’t ever get enough of you.” at that his eyes left your underwear to admire your thighs, then your stomach, chest, and finally ending on your face. A strange warmth clouded his gaze, one that you’ve never seen before and suddenly you felt your heart rate spike.

Tearing his eyes away from your face, Jin returned to your underwear as his hands slowly coerced your legs open until you were spread out before him like a meal. Creeping his fingers up your inner thigh Jin leaned forward before blowing softly over your already-soaked underwear, the breeze contrasting greatly against your heated center. You then felt Jin’s finger softly stroke the fabric of your panties, running small circles over your covered clit, it was agonizingly pleasurable as a soft gasp escaped your lips.

“Please, Jin… hurry.”

Noting the urgency in your voice Jin sighed, the smirk on his lips bleeding into the tone of his words, “only because of the time constraint, but _____, next time I won’t be rushed.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine but it was quickly overtaken by the joy you felt when you felt Jin’s fingers hook around the band of your underwear and yank it down to your ankles. The cold air hitting your vagina shocked you, but the feeling of Jin’s fingers sliding through the folds of your pussy was even more surprising. How could you have forgotten how good this man makes you feel? How well he knows your body?

His index finger expertly found your clit before rubbing small circles over it, his touch was tender and yet precise as you began moaning into the air, your eyes doing their best to stay open and focus on the man before you who watched you before glancing down to look at his fingers slipping easily into you.

“God, I missed this. I missed you,” his voice was low and quiet, almost as if he was hypnotized.

“It’s just a pussy, Jin. And it’s definitely not the first one you’ve seen.”

Jin’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked back up at you, “it may not be my first, but I sure as hell want it to be my last.”

Before you could even process what he was implying he leaned closer to you before sticking his tongue out to taste you. His tongue explored every inch of you like it was the first time and you were helpless to try to keep up. His tongue licked at you relentlessly and you did your best to hold in your moans but when he stuck another finger inside you, you could no longer contain yourself; so moan you did.

“That’s right, baby. Moan for me, indulge in the feeling of my tongue on your beautiful clit.”

You loved when Jin talked dirty to you and he knew that as he slowly coaxed you closer and closer to your orgasm with his sinful words paired with his wide eyes, plump lips, and sweet voice. You weren’t sure how long you were going to last like this, but you embraced it regardless. You embraced the feeling of Jin’s tongue lavishing you like you were water in the Sahara, you embraced the way his slender fingers pushed in and out of you like a well-oiled machine, and you embraced the way Jin’s eyes caressed you, looking at you with such desire and warmth.

You knew it wouldn’t take you long to reach your orgasm and after a few more minutes of Jin pouring his all into pleasing you, you were crying out to him, warning him of your incoming climax.

“Come for me, _____. Please, I wanna taste you on my tongue.”

On his command, you felt yourself let go as a flood of pleasure took over your senses. Your eyes squeezed shut and your hands latched onto Jin’s shoulder to try to anchor yourself as you called out his name, the only name you’d ever want on your lips from now on.

Without missing a beat after you had come down from your high you felt Jin pull up your underwear and jeans before moving to sit on the couch next to you. When you finally opened your eyes and turned to look at him, a small smile graced your lips as you saw your juices covering Jin’s lips.

“C’mere,” you smiled as you pulled Jin in by his chin and began kissing him sensually, the taste of you covering your lips now.

“If it wasn’t obvious, I really like you. The only name I wanna moan from now on is yours, okay?” Jin mumbled in between the kiss, his tongue dipping out to lick you off of his bottom lip.

You smiled, you knew you were cheesing so hard at the man’s words but you couldn’t help yourself. He just looked so cute sitting next to you with his curly hair and goofy smile. Here you were with the revered and respected Kim Seokjin, the voice for all the students on campus, and yet you’re the only thing on his mind and the only thing on his lips.

“Hm, you know I was so close to moaning Namjoon’s name…”

“You got jokes now.” Jin shook you slightly as you teased him.

He rolled his eyes as you laughed lightly before squaring your gaze back on him, your voice coming out soft and low, “I’m just kidding… seriously, I’m sorry for kissing him, I was just being petty.”

Jin nodded, “I get it, what I did was fucked up so I deserved to get humbled. But I’m hoping now that we talked this all out I could maybe take you out. Like on an official date?”

You feigned like you were thinking, your chin lifting up as your eyes flicked up to the ceiling. “Mm, that depends. Where you taking me?”

“Wherever you’d like, baby.”

“Then it’s a deal.”

You sealed the date with one last kiss that you smiled into before you both got up and frantically tried cleaning up the couch before Namjoon got back, knowing that if he found out about what you guys did he’d never let ya’ll hear the end of it.

[cui-nisi]

You’re 22 (jh x black reader)

•Notes•

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Black Reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, hook-up, one-night stand, club au, smut

Summary: You find yourself dancing with an attractive stranger at a club…

Warnings: smut at the end, swearing, unprotected sex (wear protection!)

WC: 2,258

A/N: I highly recommend you listen to “22” by JayO. It’s the song that inspired this one-shot so it’ll help set the vibes when reading!

Enjoy!

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The sultry melodic rhythm of the afrobeat-inspired song drifting through the club aided the movement of the slow wine of your hips. You were content being alone as your friends had scattered off throughout the night thus leaving you to find your own entertainment.

The club your friends had chosen wasn’t as bad as you had imagined. From your experiences, most of the clubs you visited were pretty shit. It was always hot and the smell of sweat seemed to permeate the dancefloor of every club, not to mention the gaggle of guys who didn’t understand what the word “no” meant when asking to dance.

But immediately upon entering this club you knew it was different. The aesthetic of the club, for one, was mesmerizing. The dance floor allowed ample room for dancing, the bar was decorated with colorful neon lights, and the music was absolutely immaculate. The DJ had been playing various rap and R&B songs that had everyone in the club dancing- including you.

Your body had practically started moving on its own as soon as your black strappy heels touched the floor. Your body twisted and twirled to the music, your eyes closing at one point as the beat from the speakers matched the pumping of your heart. But once your favorite song started playing by an up-and-coming artist your eyes fluttered open to take in the people around you.

Various glittery and silky fabrics surrounded you as people began pairing up with the other drunk and attractive patrons that swayed to the sultry melody. The atmosphere was sensual as the once flashing club lights dimmed and took on a Tyrian purple hue that overtook every other color in the building. Suddenly you felt a pair of hands encompass you, softly running along the glowing melanin of your skin.

You were used to men coming up from behind you, silently asking for a dance. If they were cute and you were tipsy enough, you’d let them. When you turned your head slightly to check out the man that had just approached you, you felt your heart stutter. This man was, for a lack of better words, hot as fuck.

His blonde highlights caught in the light of the club from underneath his long jet-black hair that slightly shadowed his slender eyes. His golden skin looked soft and smooth and his sharp nose paired with his heart-shaped lips completed his look. You couldn’t quite see his outfit from your angle but you could make out the silky fabric of his black shirt that had a deep v-neck cut that almost ran down to his belly button.

After properly inspecting him, your eyes flicked back up to meet his gaze from underneath your long eyelashes. His eyes seemed to track your features before a dark smirk spread across his beautiful lips, revealing his white teeth. You simply returned the smirk before turning around and pushing your ass into the man’s crotch and swaying your hips slowly over him.

The stranger took no time in situating his expansive hands across your waist, their heavy warm weight sent a shiver of pleasure through your core. He began moving with your body with practiced ease which you were eternally grateful for. Some guys would be all off rhythm and then kill the whole vibe, but that wasn’t a problem for the man behind you as he matched your tempo perfectly.

As you continued grinding, your hands found their way around the stranger’s neck, softly twirling the ends of his hair, pulling him closer to you. The man took advantage of the new position as he lowered his lips to kiss along the nape of your neck, the contact sent a jolt of surprise through you causing you to gasp softly which luckily went unheard due to the loud music playing.

His lips were soft and you reveled in the feeling by tipping your head to the side, allowing the man better access to your skin. You felt his breath softly cascade over you, almost like a ghostly caress before it was quickly replaced by his lips once again, this time traveling higher up your neck until you felt his tongue dip out to lick your ear.

You couldn’t take much more teasing.

With a swift turn of your body, you faced the stranger who was once holding you between his arms. A look of amusement fluttered over his face as his eyes glanced down to check out the rest of your outfit and suddenly you were glad you went with the new short black dress you bought with the thighs cut out.

Taking a step closer to the man you wrapped your hands back around his neck, pulling him closer to you until finally, your lips touched. It was as if he torched a fire within you as you were burning with need when you felt him kiss you back with the same intensity. He tasted like tequila and you were intoxicated by him, you felt his hands wrap back around you, holding you in place while you made out on the dance floor.

Breaking away from the kiss you took a second to catch your breath before nodding your head in the general direction of the bathrooms.

Luckily, your dancing partner seemed to understand what you were offering and with a short lick of his lips he nodded and the two of you made your way past the other club-goers and into a random bathroom.

Pushing him into the biggest stall, you wasted no time in slipping your hands under his shirt and feeling his hardening nipples, your lips lifting up to meet the man. He reciprocated the kiss while his hands snaked around you to grasp your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

Not wanting to waste any more time, your hands quickly left his firm chest and went to unbuckle his bulky belt.

“Fuck…” you whispered sharply as you fumbled with the belt, your hands too uncoordinated to take the leather material out of the loop.

The stranger chuckled darkly before gently grasping your hands, his eyes meeting yours briefly before he mumbled, “I got it.”

You’d be lying if you said hearing his voice didn’t make you extremely horny. His voice was deep and yet soft and you wanted to hear what he sounded like when fucking you senseless.

After a few seconds, he had managed to strip himself of his belt and unzipped his pants. You were quick to feel the hard erection he was sporting from underneath his black boxers and even quicker to grasp the man’s dick in your hand. You pumped him slowly, using his precum to help make your ministrations feel a bit better. Your thumb ran over the slit of his penis and a soft moan escaped his lips, his head bumping against the glossy tiled walls of the bathroom.

You took this time to admire the man’s cock, it was quite pretty, surprisingly. It was a nice length, nothing too crazy, and curved upwards. His pink tip shined from under the white fluorescent lights of the bathroom, his blue veins ran subtly across the shaft, and he was properly trimmed. You wouldn’t have minded having him in your mouth and you were sure he’d appreciated it but before you could propose the offer you felt the stranger begin to lift the fabric of your dress until it rested above your pelvis.

“Can I?” his question momentarily shocked you.

You looked up to find his messy hair spread across his forehead, his dark eyes tracking your facial expression, and his hands pulling you closer to him.

“You better.”

With a cocky smile, the man’s hand left your waist to run down your thigh, sending a shiver down your skin until you felt his cold finger connect with your heated core. You already knew you were dripping wet and that fact seemed to excite the stranger before you as his smile widened after slipping a finger inside you with ease.

You moaned quietly and leaned your head against his shoulder while hiking your leg around the man’s side, his other hand holding your thigh up. His slender and long finger slipped in and out of you at an achingly slow pace. Only after another minute did he slip in another finger, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted all of him.

“Please…” you begged after a few more seconds passed. Your breath hit his blushing ear as your hands gripped his broad shoulders.

“Only because you were so polite…”

In an instant, you felt the man pull his fingers out of you which would’ve been a disappointment if you didn’t know what else was waiting for you. You were surprised, however, when instead of asking you to turn over, he wrapped his hands around your thighs and picked you up, cradling you in his strong arms.

You didn’t have time to even react before you felt him slip inside you with relative proficiency. You gasped when you felt yourself stretch slightly to accommodate him and when you felt adjusted you nodded to the man who grunted in response and began moving you up and down, establishing a steady pace.

From this angle, his dick was able to run deep inside you, and the feeling of him plunging into you was enough to get you moaning loudly in the (thankfully) empty bathroom. But truthfully, you wouldn’t have cared if it was filled with people because the way this man was currently fucking you was enough to alleviate any feelings or thoughts of shame.

Speaking of the man, through your own pleasure you were able to crack open your eyes and see that he appeared to be enjoying you as much as you were enjoying him. You squeezed him tighter as you watched him grit his teeth, harsh pants, and curses spilling from his beautiful lips. The muffled beat of the R&B song playing from outside accompanied your desire-fueled moans.

You felt the man suddenly spin and have you pushed against the cold wall but it didn’t stop him from fucking you as he brought his lips to yours. His tongue slipped out to taste yours and soon you were engaged in an oral wrestling match for a few minutes until you felt yourself starting to peak over the edge.

“I-I’m cl-close!” You moaned through the kiss.

“So…so am I. Where should I…?”

You forced your lips away from the man to look at him, you were sure your makeup was fucked up by this point but you did your best to look just as seductive as you did when you first entered the club, “inside.”

The man offered you a quizzical look, his pace slowing slightly, “you sure?”

You nodded, “I’m on birth control, it’s fine really. Besides…” you leaned closer to him, pecking his lips softly as you mumbled, “I want to feel you come inside me.”

That seemed to be enough for the man as a sharp smile crossed his lips. He began plunging inside you at a ruthless pace. You could barely keep up, all your senses honed in on the feeling of this stranger absolutely fucking up your insides. It didn’t take long until you felt yourself gripping him even harder as a blinding light overtook your vision. You had never come as hard or fast before as the pleasure inside you erupted into something almost transcendental.

It didn’t take long for the man to follow suit as a few seconds after your high his pace began to stutter until you felt him climax inside you, his warmth filling you up. You watched as he came, his head thrown back, eyes shut, and hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. His skin glistened from the workout and his voice echoed in the bathroom, his moan sounded so sexy.

As he came back down from his high his lips peppered yours before finally he slipped out of you and gently set you back down on the floor. For a second the two of you stayed entangled with one another with your arms resting on his shoulders, his arms still holding you by the waist, and your breaths mingling in the small space between you.

After a minute though he stepped back from you and began cleaning you up with the toilet paper he had grabbed. As he helped clean you up, from his crouched position you began fixing and combing through his hair.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” you heard him say, his eyes flicking up to meet yours.

You were glad your skin prevented him from seeing the blush that flowered over your cheeks as you responded, “I could say the same about you.”

The man chuckled before finishing up and throwing the soiled toilet paper in the trash. You both walked out of the stall and to the large bathroom mirror, inspecting your visages and washing your hands. You both knew you still most likely looked like you had a quickie but you didn’t really care.

After the man supposedly finished adjusting his clothes he turned to you, his hips leaning against the counter while calling out to you, “you wanna dance a bit more?”

The question surprised you, but you definitely weren’t against spending more time with this stranger and maybe after tonight, he wouldn’t be a stranger anymore.

With a bright smile, you nodded and took hold of his hand as he led the two of you out of the bathroom and back into the dim club.

[cui-nisi]

A Dose of TLC (jk x jm)

Notes•

Pairing: Bartender Jungkook x Customer Jimin

Genre: strangers to lovers, slight smut (mild), au, bar, flirting, comfort

Summary: After Jimin completely breaks things off with his boyfriend of two years he's in the need of a distraction…

Warnings: emotional pain/emotional hurt, slight swearing, implied/referenced drug use, mild eventual smut

WC: 8,349

Enjoy!

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Jimin had just about had it with his boyfriend. The two years of trust, care, and love he had devoted and poured into his partner were wasted and spilled all over their bed as Jimin stormed out of the room after witnessing his boyfriend fucking someone else upon entering his bedroom.

“Baby- wait!”

Jimin ignored the pleas of his now ex-boyfriend as he snatched his car keys from the kitchen counter, quickly striding over to the front door before he felt a hot hand grip his shoulder.

“Fuck off!” he shouted, disgust framing the scowl on his face at the thought of his ex-boyfriend's hand on his body after it had touched someone else.

“Jimin- wait, please! It isn’t what it looks like.”

The man rolled his eyes as he did his best to keep the hot streaks of anger from spilling over his eyes.

“Yeah right, Taehyung. This is the second fucking time- and in our bed no less!”

The wispy tresses of the fall breeze cascaded over Jimin’s face once he made it out of the apartment building, Taehyung hot on his heels, his pleading voice quickly turning into annoyance at Jimin’s uncooperativeness.

“Jesus Jimin. Slow the fuck down! You’re being dramatic!”

The man couldn't believe the words being spewed from his ex-lover’s lips. He wouldn’t let his manipulative boyfriend talk him back into his arms again and instead focused on clearing his tear-blurred eyesight enough to spot his car in the parking garage.

“Baby, c’mon. What’re you doing?” Taehyung asked once Jimin approached his car, the vehicle chirped obediently at the click of the man’s keys.

“The fuck does it look like I’m doing, Taehyung?”

Not waiting for another response Jimin gripped the door handle of his black BMW before hauling it open and hurridly plopping himself into the sleek leather seats while Taehyung rushed to the driver’s side- narrowly avoiding getting his hand crushed in between the car door when he caught the edge of the metal frame, holding it open.

“Move or I’ll break your hand,” Jimin growled as he tried to shut the door close but sadly his boyfriend was stronger and was able to hold his stance.

“Jimin- listen. What you saw… it-it was a mistake, I swear. I’d never intentionally do anything to hurt you.”

“Great speech. Are you done now?”

The taller man huffed at his boyfriend’s response, his patience running thin as he did his best to appease him. “Really Jimin? This is how you act when I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you? This is why we could never work out.”

Jimin could feel his eyes practically fly out of his sockets, was his boyfriend always this tone-deaf? He couldn’t help but stare dumbfoundedly at the man currently stopping him from leaving, his sharp dark eyebrows furrowed thus creasing his forehead, and his eyes were filled with a brooding darkness that honed in on Jimin’s startled gaze.

“You really want to know why we never worked out? It was because you couldn’t keep it in your fucking pants and because I could never call out your manipulative bullshit. But that changes today. I’m done, Taehyung. Don’t call me, don’t text me, don’t talk to me– we’re over.” With one last look at his past, Jimin saw a flash of the joyful memories he once had with his boyfriend that had long passed before shoving the man’s hand off of his door and closing it.

Jimin had to leave, he didn’t know where the hell was going to go but he just needed to get away from the memories that plagued him at his apartment. His thoughts were all scrambled in his head and he could feel his chest begin to restrict and contract with anxiety while his heart knocked against his rib cage, a dull ache filling up the beating vessel.

He wouldn’t- no- he couldn’t think about his now ex. This day marked the beginning of a new era for Jimin. As much as he felt himself wanting to pull the car over and break down on the side of the road he instead forced his foot to press harder on the gas pedal. He needed to get away, he needed a distraction. He knew he made the right choice breaking it off with Taehyung but the pull of pain he felt at leaving the person he thought he loved for two years was a difficult adversary to ignore.

Jimin supposed that his body thought alcohol would help in quieting his pain as he soon found himself in front of one of his favorite gay bars. He used to frequent it often as his friend worked there but once he got into a relationship Taehyung demanded that he stopped going since he feared Jimin would hook up with someone from the bar.

Jimin snorted bitterly as he recalled the memory and made his way inside the club. When he entered he noted the changes that were made since the last time he had visited which included the remodeled dance floor that showcased the multicolored LED square tiles that lit up the squirming bodies that stood atop it. On the far side of the club was the bar that was now decorated in black marble countertops that matched the black walls.

Overall the bar seemed to take on a more sleek industrial theme that Jimin could appreciate as he made his way over to the bar. If he was going to get over his breakup and lavish in his newfound freedom he’d definitely need some liquor in his system as a means of liberation.

“That edible I took must’ve been laced with something unless the real Park Jimin is standing in front of me right now!”

“Taking drugs on the job, I’m appalled Mr. Kim Namjoon. I might just have to report you to Seokjin.”

Once Jimin reached the bar he was met by his friend who swiftly made his way around the counter to embrace him in a bone-crushing hug, his muscle-toned arms completely overtaking the smaller man.

“Ah, don’t worry about Jin. I have very effective ways of appeasing him…” Jimin shoved Namjoon’s arm as he observed the salacious look his friend had sent him.

“Gross. I see the two of you are still going strong.”

“Being fuck buddies with my boss is probably the best idea I’ve ever had.”

Jimin rolled his eyes as he took a seat on one of the plush bar stools while his friend went back to his station behind the somewhat crowded bar, “yeah until he finds out what a whore you are and fires you.”

Namjoon put a dramatic finger to his lips as he puckered them, “I can’t help it if I like to explore.”

A pang of hurt shot through Jimin’s eyes as he recalled his boyfriend doing some “exploring” of his own. Damn it, he came here to forget his problems and catching up on Namjoon’s latest conquests definitely wasn’t helping.

“So what brings you here?” the older man asked, thankfully moving on to a new subject after catching the solemn expression his friend made, much to Jimin’s oblivion.

“Just wanted to be out,” the cocked eyebrow on Namjoon’s face was enough to force a sigh out of the younger man as he knew Namjoon was aware of Taehyung’s ban on the place. As much as he wanted to just pretend that stint of his life didn’t exist- he couldn’t. Because his relationship with Taehyung did exist. And it took up a big part of his life that he couldn’t just drink away with a shot of tequila despite how much he wished he could. And so it was with a heavy breath that Jimin briefly filled his friend in on the events that occurred not two hours earlier.

“And you came here right after telling him off?”

Jimin nodded as his eyes picked at the bar counter until he heard his friend make a sound of joy. Snapping his head up to face his friend Jimin was met with Namjoon sporting a wide with his head thrown back, revealing several of the neck tattoos he had gotten on a whim.

“About damn time, Jimin! This calls for a fucking celebration!” Namjoon swiftly turned his back to his friend as he began picking up various bottles and glasses, his tone overcome with happiness that left Jimin speechless.

“‘About damn time’…? Wh-what are you… were you waiting for me to break up with Taehy-”

“Ah! Don’t even say that prick’s name. Tonight is all about you and your newfound freedom!”

Jimin couldn’t believe the enthusiastic reaction he was receiving from his best friend. He knew that Namjoon was never fond of Taehyung, especially after the first time he had cheated on Jimin, but it was still shocking to see how excited Namjoon was. Jimin figured that normal friends of someone who got cheated on would provide comfort rather than copious amounts of alcohol but obviously, Namjoon was not a “normal friend”.

“I got your favorite!” Namjoon turned around to reveal the three shot glasses he had been making, “top shelf shit.”

“Are you allowed to give me this? I thought this stuff was reserved for private parties.” Jimin was never one to turn down free alcohol but after abandoning the club for so long he felt like a foreigner and didn’t want to draw any more attention to him as Namjoon’s shouting had already caught the eyes of the nearby patrons.

“Don’t worry about it, Jimin. I’ll deal with Jin later,” as if settling the matter Namjoon pushed a shot glass into his nervous friend’s hand before grabbing one himself and lifting it up above him, gesturing for Jimin to do the same, “to new and exciting sex!”

Rather than ask why that was a top priority for Namjoon to cheer to, Jimin simply laughed and cheered along with his friend before throwing back the burning liquid that slid down his throat.

“So… what else has changed since I’ve been here? I see you’ve remodeled.” Jimin cleared his throat from the bitter alcohol while nodding to the new countertops as his friend poured him another shot before drinking the third shot he brought with him.

“Mmh, yeah. Jin came into some money from his side business and decided to jazz up the place to draw in more customers. And with the flood of new customers pouring in he had to hire more staff.” Namjoon paused to take a shot with his friend and after chasing it with the glass of water he poured he continued, “I gotta tell you- some of the people he hired are hot as fuck. I gotta introduce you to-”

Namjoon’s words suddenly stopped short as he snapped his head towards a familiar voice that had thrown his name into the air. Jimin did his best to hide back the laugh threatening to slip from his lips as he immediately knew the hell Namjoon was about to get and quickly poured himself another shot.

“Kim Namjoon! I know you aren’t giving away all my top-shelf liquor.”

From a door hidden to the left of the bar emerged a pissed Seokjin whose eyes narrowed dangerously onto his employee. His usual crisp suit only further heightened his menacing aura as he marched his way toward Namjoon.

“Jinnie! Listen I know you said not to use the top-shelf alcohol without authorization but-”

“But what, Namjoon? What could possibly have caused you to use my alcohol when I distinctly remember expressing to you that-”

When Jin was close enough to spot Jimin sitting at the bar he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes locking in on his friend before a small warming smile shifted his once scowling expression to one of fondness.

“Jimin… what a surprise. It’s been a while, I’m glad to see that you’re well.”

Jimin bowed his head with a smile of his own, “hey Jin. Nice to see that you’re still chewing this asshole out when he needs it.”

“Hey!” Namjoon’s voice interjected with disbelief staining his tone as Jin quickly remembered why he had left his office in the first place.

“Right. I seem to be doing it more often than I’d like.”

“But you see why I did it! It’s Jimin!”

Jin simply pursed his lips as he folded his arms and stared sternly at the man. Namjoon didn’t seem fazed, however, as he simply slid on an easygoing smile that showcased his dimples before simmering closer to Jin and wrapping his strong arms around the man’s small waist, pulling him flush against Namjoon’s torso. He then leaned his mouth to the side of Jin’s reddening face despite the firm expression he wore.

Jimin could just barely make out the mumbled words Namjoon whispered into his employer’s blushing ear, “c’mon Jinnie~ I promise to make it up to you if you let it slide just this once…”

Jimin watched with curiosity as a tense second passed between the two until finally, Namjoon’s charm seemed to soften Jin up as the older man sighed and agreed to not duel out any punishment for spending his expensive alcohol.

“Dick must be good…” Jimin mumbled mindlessly, pouring himself another drink while his two friends began not-so-subtly flirting.

Jimin wasn’t jealous of their relationship or anything, but he did wish he could have someone to use as a distraction to take his mind off of the only person he had let touch him for the last 2 years.

“Hey- Jimin-” at the sound of his name the man forced the small frown away from his lips and looked up to face Namjoon who still had Jin wrapped in his arms, “I’m gonna go help Jin with some business in the back.”

“Uh huh, business. Sure…”

A small chuckle slipped from Namjoon’s lips, “yeah, you know how it is. Anyways I don’t want to cut your celebration short so I’m gonna send over one of the new hires I was telling you about. He’s super chill and sexy as fuck. I think he’ll be able to hold it down until I get back, okay?”

Without waiting for a response Namjoon quickly signaled to someone further down the bar who was currently being blocked by the crowd of people before giving Jimin one last charming smile and dragging Jin away to the office.

Jimin simply sighed before making a move for the abandoned bottle of tequila but was intercepted by a hand that pulled the bottle out of his reach. Jimin felt like he was tipsy enough to have the confidence to curse out whoever took away his last chance at forgetting his ex until his narrowed eyes snapped up to face the owner of the hand.

“You the guy Namjoon wanted me to pour for?”

Holy shit.

Namjoon wasn’t kidding when he said the new hires were hot- hell they were more than hot. If the strapping man standing before him was any indication it was no surprise that this place was booming with customers if all the staff looked like demons spawned from hell to fulfill every sinful desire a mortal may have.

“I was hoping you could do a little more than that…”

This guy, whoever he was, looked like the incarnation of sex. Jimin barely processed what he had said as his eyes roamed over the man who had tilted his head and raised a finely waxed eyebrow. The slight glint of his lip piercing teased Jimin from its position on the man’s small yet pouty pink lips. His soft-looking black hair was styled as a mullet, the ends of his hair curled around his neck while his parted bangs fanned the sides of his angular face. His doe-like eyes seemed to sear deep into Jimin’s soul. His eyes almost appeared to contain a certain darkness that lurked just beneath his gaze… it wasn’t malicious but rather heated and intense, forcing Jimin to break eye contact.

Instead, he turned his attention to cascade over the fabric covering the man’s body. He sported a tucked white button-up shirt paired with heavily ripped black jeans that teetered the line between professional and casual. The shirt revealed just enough of the bartender’s collarbone to warrant thoughts of imagining what lies further below on his body.

He exuded a sense of authority and power despite him being a newly hired bartender and suddenly Jimin was thankful that his best friend was such a fuck boy and allowed him to meet this beautiful man.

“Careful. I charge by the hour.” the man had quipped back, forcing Jimin out of his analysis and back into the club that was now doused in slowly flashing white strobe lights. “So what’ll you have? Seems like there’s no budget for you… must be special.”

“Special is one way to put it but I’ll take a martini.”

The bartender simply nodded with a quirked eyebrow and a small smile as he began gathering the ingredients he would need for the drink. When he turned around Jimin took the time to admire the way his shirt hugged the toned muscles of his back and the curve of his ass in his tight jeans.

“I didn’t catch your name,” Jimin managed to formulate a few words to make conversation, figuring that it might be more productive than staring at the man’s ass.

“Didn’t throw it.”

“Oh what? You charge for that too?”

Turning around, the man had a shaker in one hand and a martini glass in the other that he placed right in front of Jimin. He eyed him warily as if trying to work out his angle but if Jimin was honest with himself he was just tipsy and horny, he wasn’t sure how that was translating though, and hoped the bartender wasn’t put off by his barely cognizant words.

“And what if I do? Do you think you have enough to afford it?” in one swift movement, the man had leaned himself over the counter, one hand holding himself up as his face fell a breath away from Jimin who could barely swallow the dried spit that had settled on his tongue. He could practically see the man’s nonexistent pores if he tried hard enough and at the swipe of his pink tongue across his lips Jimin felt his eyes dart down to catch the action, the bartender’s lips suddenly glistening and tempting enough to taste.

Fuck, he wanted him bad.

But he had to get himself under control, a guy as good-looking as him had to pull with just a blink of his long eyelashes and Jimin refused to fold that quickly. He at least wanted to challenge the guy a bit, it made the ultimate goal that much more satisfying when rewarded.

Before Jimin could say or do anything he noticed the bartender pull back, an empty shaker hanging from his hand. That’s when Jimin noticed his martini glass was now miraculously filled and realized that the man had leaned in so closely to fill his drink and not for any other nefarious purposes.

“Well, how much are you worth?” Jimin almost forgot to respond to the awaiting bartender as he shifted his gaze to his drink, his hands gently clasped the shimmering stem and raised it up to his lips.

“How much do you think?”

“You tell me.”

“Mmh, I’d rather show you.”

Jimin felt his hand shake slightly as he did his best to not choke on the alcohol that had just slipped into his mouth. It had been a while since he had someone be so forward with him and now that he seemingly piqued the interest of the hot bartender he felt all that more flustered.

“I’ll give you a free pass for now though. I’m Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”

“Park Jimin.”

“So, Jimin. What brings you here?”

“I just wanted a nice distraction.”

Jungkook smirked at that, his lips lifting slightly to reveal his shiny teeth, “it’s a good thing you met me then.”

Jimin cocked an eyebrow as he took another sip from his drink before he responded, “oh? And why is that?”

“Because it looks like I’ve already got you thoroughly distracted with my presence alone,” the bartender’s tone was low and smooth as he spoke, almost as if he was casting a spell on Jimin which only worked to prove his point further.

He had, in fact, forgotten about Taehyung the second this man had walked up to him, but that didn’t mean he needed to know that. So he forced a scoff to escape his lips as he leaned back a bit in his chair with his arms and legs crossed as a means to come off as nonchalant as possible.

“And who told you that?”

“Just that little blush on your cheeks,” without warning Jungkook had leaned over the counter once again but this time it was his arms that reached out to Jimin as a slender finger brushed lightly against his flushed cheek. The short-lasting touch felt like it had imprinted onto Jimin’s cheek once Jungkook pulled back with a self-satisfied smirk. His finger was so warm when it tenderly caressed his cheek and the movement had also caused the sleeves of Jungkook’s shirt to ride up a little, revealing a full sleeve of tattoos that only turned Jimin on even more. “Hm, your cheeks look a little redder now…”

“That’s not fair! You took me by surprise.”

“Who said anything about being fair? I distracted you didn’t I? Seems like I did my job.”

“If that’s how you complete jobs I’m surprised you haven’t been fired yet.” Jimin couldn’t help the slight pout of his lips as the alcohol in his system seemed to make him more bratty than usual.

Jungkook, however, appeared to be mildly entertained by the man in front of him but before he could tease him further a voice from further down the bar broke through the atmosphere.

“Kook! Need you down here!”

Jimin lifted his head up to try to connect a face to the disembodied voice but was only met with the teeming bodies of bartenders rushing around to complete orders and patrons chatting jovially with drinks in their hands.

Turning his attention back to Jungkook Jimin noted the way his tongue poked the inside of his cheek, his furrowed eyebrows and his hip leaning against the side of the counter.

“Sorry, cutie. Duty calls. I had fun being your distraction though… find me if you need another,” with a wink and a flash of his smile the man was gone, weaving his way behind the bar and toward the voice that had called him.

Left with nothing but his thoughts and a half-empty martini Jimin felt the rush of his blood swell in his cheeks as he did his best to calm the beat of his heart. This Jungkook fellow definitely had a slick tongue and Jimin wanted to see if it could do more than just talk. They had only conversed for a few minutes and yet the man had ignited a flame of desire within him that had once been put out by his ex. Jimin hadn’t felt this infatuated with someone in a long time and he wasn’t sure how to take it.

Was Jungkook’s words an invitation for more? Did he really want him to find him and ask for sex? Was sex what he was even offering? What if he just meant that he’d make him another drink and Jimin just read the situation entirely wrong?

He couldn’t take the embarrassment if he asked the bartender to sleep with him and was rejected.

“Jimin!”

Hearing his name the man shook his head to clear his thoughts and when he returned back to reality he was met with his friend standing in front of him, his clothes ruffled and hair sticking up in places it hadn’t before.

“Namjoon…? What’re you doing back here? I thought you and Jin-”

Namjoon nodded with a sigh, his thumb swiping over his puffy lip, “Jin got a call and had to take it so he kicked me out. Just when things were getting good too.” he huffed despondently at the interruption.

“Okay. Didn’t need that extra detail at the end but…”

Namjoon brushed off Jimin’s comment as his head swiveled around the bar before landing back on his friend, a raised eyebrow prompting his question, “where’s Jungkook?”

“Oh. Someone called him for something. He just left.”

“Damn it, did you at least get some blow while I was away?”

“Namjoon, what?” Jimin couldn’t help the shock that filtered through his voice at the implication his friend had made, “it’s only been a few minutes!”

“That’s still enough time to-”

“Joon, all we did was talk and it was… nice. He was cool. I liked him.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes, “yeah, yeah that’s nice but I was hoping you’d do a bit more than that. I could’ve sworn he was your type…”

Jimin felt his cheeks get hot as he recalled the way Jungkook had looked at him with his wide eyes and pierced lips. “He’s not not my type…”

“Huh?”

“I mean he wasn’t that bad… he was kinda cute…” Jimin’s voice trailed off as he talked, his mumbled words of admission making it hard to face his friend who stared confoundedly at him.

“What? Jimin I can’t hear you.”

“He was hot, okay? He was beautiful and I wanted him to fuck me right here on this counter, you happy?” Jimin knew he was drawing attention with how loud he was shouting, but he was too heated to care at the moment.

“Well I’m glad you admitted it but what are you doing telling me? Go and tell him and then get laid.”

“You make it sound easy…”

“It literally is.”

Jimin simply shook his head as his eyes lowered back down to his martini glass, his small fingers fiddling with the drink.

A second of terse quiet settled between the two, the background noise of people talking and laughing along with the pumping bass from the music filling the space between them before Namjoon’s voice broke the quiet, his tone uncharacteristically gentle.

“Listen, Jimin… I know you're still dealing with the breakup and I don’t want to pressure you into anything you don’t want to do but… if you like Jungkook and want to do something with him then I think you should and not just because I heard he’s packing.” Jimin couldn’t help the small smile that spread across his lips as he listened to his friend talk, “I think Jungkook could help you move on, but only if you want him to. It’s up to you and I’ll respect whatever you decide to choose.”

“Thanks, Namjoon. I appreciate that, seriously.”

Namjoon nodded with a small smirk before raising his hands, “what can I say? I can be gentle when I need to be. Besides the hoes love duality.”

Jimin shook his head at his friend who simply laughed at his own corny joke before focusing back on what he was going to do. It didn’t take long for him to come to a conclusion when he realized his ex had probably already moved on and fucked about three people up till this point. It was his turn to have some fun.

With his resolve set, Jimin picked up his drink and finished it off in one fell swoop before hopping down from his seat and marching off in the direction he saw Jungkook walk in, the sounds of his friends' hoops and hollers echoing behind him.

Forcing himself through the crowd of people who had gathered around the bar was hell but Jimin was determined as he mumbled out apologies whenever he elbowed someone until his ears latched onto the sound of someone's voice from behind the bar.

“Kook, can you go get some more cocktail glasses from the kitchen? We’re running low.”

Snapping his head up Jimin caught sight of Jungkook as he just finished pouring a customer’s drink, the white strobe lights created shadows that flashed over his face and swallowed his eyes in darkness. He nodded his head to whoever had called him and made his way to the side of the bar, lifting the countertop up and heading towards the kitchen.

Jimin never felt himself speed walk faster than he did when he followed after Jungkook who was halfway to the kitchen before he caught up to him. Grasping his arm, Jimin stopped the bartender who turned around with confusion written over his face that quickly morphed into amusement upon meeting Jimin’s face.

“Jimin? Did you follow me?”

“Yes, yes I did.”

Jungkook smiled devilishly at Jimin’s straightforwardness before speaking, his voice raised a bit louder due to the music blaring next to them, “did you need something?”

The shorter man felt his tongue run dry as he did his best to not let his words falter. He wanted- needed this man and he’d be damned if he messed it up now after embarrassing himself by chasing after him. So with a steadying breath, Jimin squared his eyes on Jungkook and tested his luck.

“I was looking for another distraction if the offer was still open?”

Jimin was slightly taken aback at the smile that had widened on the bartender’s face. His smile was surprisingly… cute? His two front teeth were a bit longer than the others and his wide eyes were crescent-shaped as his nose scrunched up slightly making the intimidating man look almost innocent.

“The offer is very much still open,” those words almost made Jimin’s knees weak as he held back the giggle of excitement he felt in his throat, “my shift ends in ten. You think you could be good and wait for me at the front till then? I’ll make it worth your while.”

Jimin nodded obediently at the man’s request eliciting another smile from Jungkook who caressed his cheek before winking and heading back to carry out his last-minute duties. Jimin couldn’t be more excited as he quickly made his way to the front of the club but not before throwing Namjoon a thumbs up from across the room.

It didn’t take long for Jungkook to finish up his shift and soon the two left the dark building together to enter the dark of the night that was dotted with the small scattered lights of the distant stars. The winter breeze was cutting through Jimin’s shirt but luckily Jungkook’s leather jacket that he had let him wear on their way to his car was enough to keep him relatively warm. Jimin had sobered up for the most part by this point but they both agreed it would still be best to take Jungkook’s car to his apartment rather than risk Jimin driving. There was also a small chance that Jimin’s ex could still be in his apartment and the last thing the man needed was to see Taehyung interact with his one-night stand and ruin his night.

“I’m surprised you asked me to spend the night with you.” Jungkook’s voice forced Jimin away from his increasingly burdensome thoughts as the two sped down the empty highway.

The concentrated orange lights from the lampposts doused Jungkook’s skin with a warm glow as he drove with one hand on the steering wheel while the other rubbed small circles along Jimin’s inner thigh.

His touch made it hard for the smaller man to concentrate but he did his best to answer his question with a semblance of thought, “you were surprised? Why?”

Jungkook shrugged as a lazy smile spread across his lips, “you looked content on your own, honestly.”

“Looks can be deceiving…”

A second of silence swooped over the two and Jimin began to regret saying anything. He couldn’t exactly read the look on Jungkook’s face but figured he definitely killed the mood. Why would he say something like that to someone who was practically a stranger? Jungkook didn’t want to hear about his problems and Jimin needed to get them back on track if they were gonna enjoy their night together.

With renewed vigor Jimin cleared his throat before he spoke, his voice taking on an airy tone that matched the quiet of the night around them, “but you were hard to resist…” as he spoke Jimin moved his hand to land on top of Jungkook’s thigh, his fingers moving closer and closer to the precipice of the man’s desire with each word he uttered.

“Jimin…” Jungkook’s voice was low almost blending into the hum of the car engine that rumbled softly underneath them.

Jimin couldn’t tell if his companion was warning him to stop or probing him to keep going but regardless he kept his hand lightly tracing over the ever-hardening bulge that pushed against the tight fabric of Jungkook’s pants.

“Jimin…” Jungkook’s voice was followed by an unsteady breath of air, as if talking took a great deal of effort while he flexed his hands that gripped the steering wheel, “as good as that feels if you don’t stop I’m going to end up crashing this car.”

“Hm… but you feel so good under my touch.” Jimin punctuated his words with a tight squeeze of Jungkook’s bulge who grunted in response, the sound sending blood rushing down Jimin’s body.

Rather than respond Jungkook took a tight breath of air before seemingly pressing harder on the gas pedal sending the car further down the highway. Jimin took a steadying breath as he watched the trees and street lights fly by him, the bass from the music playing lulled him into a peaceful state while he did his best to calm down the fast beat of his heart.

The rest of the drive was relatively uneventful as the pair quickly made it back to the apartment complex Jungkook resided at. As the two got into the elevator headed for the fifth floor Jimin took note of how nice everything looked, he figured these apartments were new and when he walked into Jungkook’s spacious apartment it was even more evident.

Everything in the apartment was clean and the furniture looked well-kept as Jimin was led into the bedroom that sported a large king-sized bed with a fluffy gray comforter.

“Ah! Sorry about the mess, I was in a rush earlier,” Jimin turned in time to see Jungkook picking up a pile of scattered clothes before tossing them into his closet.

“It’s fine… that’s not what I was focusing on anyways…” the slow drawl of Jimin’s voice seemed to catch the bartender’s attention as the man’s once apologetic eyes became hooded and dark within the dim room, the only light illuminating each other was from the haunting glow of the moon.

Rather than wait for a response Jimin simply walked up to Jungkook before slowly backing him up against his bed, forcing the man to sit. His wide eyes never left Jimin’s face until the man in question began slowly stripping off his clothes, his hands running smoothly over his bare chest once his shirt fluttered off of his body.

Jimin wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing when he began taking off his shirt. In all honestly, he was just improvising; especially when he straddled Jungkook whose hands instinctively clutched his lower back. Jimin thought he was doing well with all things considered.

Taehyung was never one for foreplay or romance during sex, intimacy just wasn’t something he would initiate, and thus Jimin was left with the responsibility to force the love and intimacy that should have already been present in the relationship. At first, Jimin figured that they were going through a rough patch and that if he just kept improving his sex game then eventually Taehyung would reciprocate. It wasn’t until Jimin first caught his ex-boyfriend cheating that it all started to click.

“Jimin…? Are you okay?”

Shaking his head, Jimin was met with Jungkook’s furrowed eyebrows and shallow frown. Shit, he was messing this up by thinking about his dumb ex.

“Yeah, I’m fine sorry.”

Jungkook cocked an eyebrow, “are you sure?”

“Totally,” not wanting to feel Jungkook’s inquisitive stare, Jimin leaned his lips to the side of the bartender’s face before peppering him with small pecks and moving his hips in a small circular motion over Jungkook’s bulge.

The low raspy moan that escaped Jungkook’s lips was like music to Jimin’s ears as he pressed himself further into the man’s lap.

“You feel so good…”

Jimin smiled to himself at the confession before whispering back, “I taste even better.”

“May I get a free sample?”

Leaning back Jimin was greeted by Jungkook’s intense expression. His eyes were bright even in the darkness of his room and his skin looked just as soft as the bed he was sitting on. Jimin watched Jungkook’s eyes dart down to his lips before meeting his gaze once again, a silent prose for permission which Jimin granted with a small nod.

Without further pretense, Jungkook leaned in slowly before pressing his lips upon Jimin’s. His kisses were so… different from Taehyung which is to be expected but even still the man couldn’t help the small gasp of surprise that escaped him when feeling the gentle and patient lips that careened over him.

While it felt nice Jimin couldn’t seem to rid himself of a feeling he could only recognize as disgust and shame. How did he not realize sooner that Taehyung had stopped loving him a long time ago? There was a time when he used to kiss Jimin the same way Jungkook was, with tenderness and care but after a while, those kisses turned into quick pecks on the cheek and eventually nothing at all.

He was pathetic. Pathetic for staying with someone who cared so little about him and pathetic for letting the man still have control over him at a time when he should be enjoying himself. Jimin was so overwhelmed by his thoughts that he didn’t even notice that Jungkook had stopped kissing him and instead studied him for a few seconds before breaking the trance Jimin seemed to be in.

“Jimin, what’s wrong? Seriously.”

Hearing the genuine concern lace Jungkook’s voice is what pulled Jimin away from his thoughts, his eyes blurring from unshed tears that he did his best to blink away.

“Was it me? You can tell me if you’re uncomfortable and want to leave. I’ll understand. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“No! No, it-it’s not you, I swear. I’m just-” Jimin couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentence when he looked at the man in front of him. Jungkook didn’t deserve this. He didn’t need Jimin to trauma-dump on him.

“What is it, Jimin? You can tell me, I won’t judge. Actually… hold on.” Without warning Jungkook gently moved Jimin off of his lap before rushing out of the room.

Jimin heard the sound of cabinets opening and closing along before seeing Jungkook come back in a few seconds later with a full glass in his hand.

“Iced tea. It helps calm me down, so I figured it might help you too. I hope you don’t mind.” Passing the drink to Jimin, Jungkook took a seat next to him on the bed while still leaving a respectable amount of space between them.

Jimin was grateful for how careful and patient Jungkook was being with him but he couldn’t help the burning sense of shame he felt imprint on his cheeks. He truly did want to sleep with Jungkook but he couldn’t help but be reminded of how horribly Taehyung had treated him when in comparison to this stranger who was so kind to him.

A few seconds of quiet filled the dark room while Jimin took the time to collect his thoughts, the tea helped in soothing his intrusive thoughts. He knew Jungkook wasn’t going to ask him to explain himself, but Jimin still felt like he owed him an explanation, if for nothing else, for his own peace of mind.

“I know I probably seem crazy…” Jimin’s voice was soft as he angled his face to the ground, his eyes trying their best to focus on the small details of the tan carpet rather than on Jungkook’s gaze.

“No, of course not.”

Jimin laughed dryly, “you don’t have to lie. I know I look like a mess it’s just… I had just broken up with my boyfriend earlier today. I, uh, caught him cheating on me in our apartment.” Jimin held his breath as he waited to hear some sort of scolding or chastising from Jungkook but was instead met with silence, prompting him to continue before he lost his nerve. “I guess seeing the way you’ve treated me made me realize just how broken my relationship was.”

A pair of warm hands enveloped Jimin as he spoke, his words cracking as he did his best to choke down a sob from exiting his lips. Jungkook’s strong arms held onto Jimin, his thumb rubbing small circles over his bare arm while Jimin rested his head against Jungkook’s chest, his heartbeat thumping in a comforting rhythm. For a while, no one moved. Jungkook was so warm and being encapsulated in his arms lulled Jimin into a state of pure contentment after his admission.

“Y’know… I’ve had my fair share of relationships. About half of them have ended with my sorry ass crying on the couch while watching a corny romance movie even though I was the one who ended the relationships.” Jungkook’s voice was soft and low, his warm tone resembling a cozy fire that kept you safe in the midst of winter, “it’s okay to feel hurt, Jimin. To grieve. You’re not crazy for having a normal human reaction to a relationship ending.”

“I know, I just don’t want you to think I’m using you for a rebound or anything I just-”

“If you’re not ready that’s totally fine. Honestly, I’m okay with just watching a movie if that’ll make you feel better. And not to brag but my movie collection is pretty superior.”

That earned a small chuckle from Jimin who agreed to Jungkook’s proposition as the pair then moved to the living room. Jungkook let Jimin pick the first movie while he made them popcorn before they both settled down on the leather couch.

Jimin, who was now wearing one of Jungkook’s band t-shirts, made himself comfortable on the couch with his legs curled up under the oversized shirt while leaning into Jungkook’s side as a large blanket covered the two. At first, Jimin felt a bit sheepish about watching movies with someone he was planning on having sex with but Jungkook never made Jimin feel bad about it and instead would make corny jokes about the movie and tell small anecdotes of memories he had connected to the movie.

“-and then they stood on top of the counter and reenacted the pose. They had the DJ change the music and everything too.”

“You’re lying!”

“I swear I’m not!”

Jimin couldn’t help the string of laughter that left his lips as his brain conjured up a visual of Jungkook’s story, “there’s no way Namjoon and Jin reenacted that titanic scene at the bar.”

Jungkook huffed despondently before reaching to grab his phone with a determined look plastered over his face, “we can call Jin and ask him-”

“No! I believe you.” with a laugh Jimin leaned over Jungkook to grab the phone before he lifted the device out of Jimin’s reach, leaving him an inch away from Jungkook’s face.

A second of tentative divisiveness clouded Jimin’s head as he simply stared at Jungkook who did the same. As the moment stretched on and the movie became a forgotten memory playing quietly in the background Jimin felt his own desire to pleasure Jungkook begin to fill his head.

Here he was with this gorgeous man looking at him with his beautiful bright eyes, how was he supposed to resist him? Without uttering a word Jimin pressed a quick kiss to the bartender’s lips before he moved off of the couch and positioned himself to be stationed in front of Jungkook’s legs. With a slow and sensual touch, Jimin eased open Jungkook’s legs while his eyes stayed focused on the bartender’s cautious yet intrigued reaction. Jimin ran the pads of his fingertips lightly over the dark denim fabric, his fingers brushing against Jungkook’s bulge eliciting a small gasp of surprise from the man above. But before he could go further, Jimin’s hands were overtaken by Jungkooks’ who gazed down at him with a worried expression.

“You don’t have to do this, Jimin. I know you’re still mourning your last relationship and I don’t want you to feel like you owe me any sexual favors if that’s not what you want to do.”

Jimin sweetly smiled up at Jungkook, he couldn’t believe just how mature he really was and it only made Jimin more firm in what he was going to do. “I appreciate that Jungkook, I really do. But trust me, I want to do this. Will you let me?”

The man in question seemed stunned by Jimin’s response as he only managed a quick nod of his head. His eyes somehow widened even more as he watched Jimin work.

Pulling Jungkook’s hardened cock from undeneath his tight boxers left Jimin practically salivating at the sight, this man had probably one of the prettiest dicks in the world. His blushing pink tip glistened with precum as the sticky substance rolled delicately down Jungkook’s veiny curved shaft. Jimin wasted no time connecting his lips to the tip, smearing the precum across his lips before dashing his tongue out to taste it, his eyes snapping up to catch the moan that left Jungkook’s lips who watched in anticipation.

He tasted sweet which was a good sign as Jimin wasn’t sure if he could handle giving head to someone whose cum tasted like battery acid. Moving his lips further down the tip Jimin made sure to accentuate the movements of his tongue by delicately lavishing the slit of Jungkook’s cock before he relaxed his jaw and took more of the bartender into his mouth.

“F-fuck, Jimin…” Jungkook’s voice was hoarse and strained while he spoke, from the corner of his eye Jimin observed the way he clenched the forgotten blanket, his knuckles turning a ghostly white from the pressure.

Rather than respond Jimin simply hummed before he gradually moved his mouth up and down Jungkook’s shaft, his ministrations leaving a trail of saliva over the throbbing cock. The deeper Jimin took him the louder Jungkook became, glancing up at the bartender left a stunning visual of Jungkook’s head rolled back, his eyes clenched shut, and gorgeous lips rippling with explicit sounds.

Briefly lifting his mouth off of Jungkook’s dick Jimin wrapped his hands around the base of the shaft and began pumping Jungkook’s cock, his saliva making a great lubricant that allowed for his hands to move at a quick pace. Jungkook practically whined once Jimin switched to giving him a handjob, his voice sounding almost like he was singing with his high-pitched pleas for release and praise.

Not wanting to interrupt the flow, after a few more seconds Jimin once again connected his mouth back onto Jungkook’s tip, his tongue swirling over the reddening skin before completely covering the top half of Jungkook’s length while his hands worked on the base of the shaft.

From the breathless pants and incoherent words, it was clear Jungkook was close to his climax and with that in mind Jimin made sure to suck a bit harder, the sound of his mouth enveloping Jungkook’s cock echoed throughout the dark empty apartment and Jimin lavished at how beautifully Jungkook’s moans rang out into the air. It only took a few more good sucks until Jungkook’s strangled voice called out that he was about to cum.

Jimin didn’t let up though as the warning fell on deaf ears, he really wanted to taste Jungkook again and kept his mouth wrapped around the man before feeling a burst of heat coat his lips and tastebuds. Jimin relished in the feeling of Jungkook’s cum in his mouth, swallowing happily at the fact that he was able to help the bartender reach his orgasim relatively quickly after not giving any head for the past few months.

Once Jimin was sure Jungkook had come down from his high he removed his mouth with a ‘pop’ before sitting back up on the couch, his lips still tingling from the whole session.

“Wow… that was…” Jungkook looked dazed as he turned to face Jimin with his dilated eyes and agape mouth, “wow.”

Jimin chuckled at the man’s astonished expression, “they don’t call me the throat goat for nothing, y’know.”

That earned a hearty laugh from Jungkook who flung his head back on the couch, “you’re amazing… truly.”

Jimin felt his heart swell with warmth at Jungkook’s words. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever see the man again but right now that didn’t matter. Leaning closer to him Jimin felt their two lips collide and mold into one another, the kiss was heated and passionate and Jimin loved the feeling of Jungkook’s tongue fondling with his own.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to…” Jungkook’s words were muttered hurriedly before diving back into the kiss, his hands wrapping tightly around Jimin’s waist.

“No, I’m fine seriously. Pleasing you was hot enough. You look cute when you come, by the way.”

“Hopefully I can say the same to you one day.”

Jimin preened at Jungkook’s words. So he did want to see him again. Jimin wasn’t mad at the proposition and as the two continued their heated makeout session (while occasionally rewinding the movie before returning to kissing), he felt himself become excited for whatever his future held for him and was grateful for finding someone to help him bury his past.

[cui-nisi]

On Call (Seokjin x OC)

Summary: Seokjin finally sees the inside of an on-call room. Nari acknowledges something.

Pairing: Seokjin x OC

Genre: Best friends; Minor smut, humour, angst

Word count: 8.7 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: making out, fingering, unprotected sex, tension, talks

A/N: This fic is set eight months after Strawberry and Vanilla. Thank you to @cui-nisi for the stellar song rec <3

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive @dreaming-with-happiness @kflixnet (drop a message if you want to be added)

Listen to: "awkward" by sza

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Of all the things to happen tonight, this wasn’t on the list of impulses Nari thought she’d be acting on.

“Is the door locked?” she gasps as his lips trail down her jaw.

In response, Seokjin walks her backwards until her back touches the door. One hand gripping her waist, he reaches to touch the lock with the other, mouth still on her neck. “Yeah, we’re good.”

“Okay, then,” she murmurs hurriedly, pushing him back by the shoulders further into the dark on-call room, with nothing but the moonlight through the window illuminating their illicit activities.

Their clothes are off without fuss; it’s almost as if Seokjin wasn’t stopping by the hospital just to return the backpack she’d left at his house yesterday. The way their lips find each other every time, the way they’re of an almost equal height every step of the way - it makes no sense that they would succumb to this again if not for the fact that it simply had to happen sometime. No, their actions are too quick, too familiar, to the point where Nari feels like his fingers are the only ones that have ever been inside of her.

It’s just enough to check how wet she is. “M-m, I can’t,” she whines softly, her back arching slightly on the bed as his thick hair tickles her breasts. His lips are soft on her ribcage, his fingers slow yet firm on her clit. 

Seokjin looks up at her words, his fingers freezing for a second. “What?” he asks hurriedly.

She shakes her head and pulls him up for another kiss, and his fingers resume their work. Her knees bend of their own accord, her hands feel his slender torso on hers as she moves her legs to allow him to settle comfortably in between them. Without breaking the kiss, Nari reaches for his erection, stiff against the inside of her thigh.

“Fuck,” he groans softly, removing his fingers instantly and nudging her legs further apart, his tip touching her core tantalizingly. 

“Come on,” she murmurs, raising her hips slightly. “I need to get back to the ER before anyone notices I’m gone.”

“Yeah, okay,” he replies, kissing her again before positioning himself. “Wait.”

“What?”

Seokjin swallows and, if she’s not mistaken, blushes slightly. “I don’t - I don’t have a condom. Do you?” he asks after a moment.

Nari blinks. “Um… no. You - you don’t have one?”

“No. I don’t carry one around in my wallet, you know?”

“Seriously?” she whispers, propping herself up on her elbows. “Why did we - how -”

“I’m sure we can get one. Isn’t this a hospital?”

She gives him a look. “We don’t have bowls of free condoms outside on-call rooms, Seokjin.”

“Okay.” There’s a pause as they both consider this. Then he looks up at her again. “I can… pull out. If that’s alright?”

Nari raises her eyebrows. “Yeah?” she asks hopefully.

His plush lips curve into a small smile. “Yeah. I can pull out, I think.”

“You think?”

“No, I - I know I can. I can,” he repeats, sounding slightly more confident. “I can. I will, I promise.”

She nods jerkily. “Okay. Alright, then,” she agrees, tilting her head up and capturing his lips in hers again as she falls back on the bed. “Now where were we?”

Sex with Seokjin this time has none of the hesitancy it did the last time. If anything, it has urgency. Desperation. While part of that could be attributed to how they should absolutely not be in here, especially since he doesn’t even work at the hospital, the rest of it seems to be dominated purely by impulse. As Nari feels him inside her, feels this elusive yet familiar touch for the first time in nearly a year, her mind goes blank, trying only to capture as many of the endorphins from this brief sexual encounter as it can before she returns to real life.

Their sounds are soft, thankfully. Even when Nari finishes, her moans muffled against his shoulder, she doesn’t think it would be audible outside this room. Her eyes flutter open as she catches her breath, taking in Seokjin’s perfectly crafted silhouette, the moonlight highlighting his jawline. A lock of his hair falls into his eyes as he moves in rhythm, eyes squeezing shut and head thrown back as he goes faster. Nari touches it gently, watching his fingers run through the strands like water, feeling him deep, deep inside her. She closes her eyes again when he pulls her closer by the thigh, his grunts in tandem.

She hears him groan softly before feeling warm spurts on her abdomen. She registers the cool, empty feeling as she opens her eyes, just in time for him to press a kiss to her lips. 

“That was amazing,” he sighs, rolling off her and onto his back beside her. Nari shifts to make room for him on the narrow cot, sitting up slightly and reaching half-blindly for a tissue box she’d spotted when they’d first stumbled into this room.

“Yeah, it was,” she murmurs honestly, the tingle from her orgasm still not fully gone. She wipes herself down and chucks the soiled tissue across the small room, watching it bounce against the rim of the dustbin and fall to the ground. Too weak in the knees to care, she lies back down.

Neither of them says anything for a few seconds, the aftereffects of their spontaneous act slowly settling down like dust. Nari can hear his heavy breathing next to her, every breath getting slower and steadier as he comes down from his high. She wonders momentarily if it would be strange for her to curl into his side. 

It would, she decides a moment later. All this happened because she’d been whining and complaining to Seokjin about how stressed she was - enough, apparently, that he felt the need to kiss her in a deserted corridor to shut her up. It was hasty and messy, and despite how it undoubtedly helped take away some of her temporary stress, cuddling was nowhere in the implicit agreement. 

“Shit.”

Seokjin’s voice breaks her out of her reverie. Something seems to have just occurred to him.

They weren’t supposed to do this again; it wouldn’t be surprising if he regrets it already. None of it was planned: not his visit, not her relief at seeing his perfect face in a sea of exhausted doctors, not the mutual impulse of having a quickie in an on-call room. Nari recalls the moment of doubt they had fifteen minutes ago, an ominous sign that they were not ready for this, and her chest contracts in panic.

“What?” she asks gingerly.

He sighs, and she feels his fingers brush hers. She sees him shake his head slightly.

“I forgot your charger.”

—

It’s early evening when Seokjin sets off for Shin Hyeri’s house. It’s not just she who lives there, though; apparently it’s home to no less than four of the doctors who work at the hospital, making it the most common location for a night of drinks with Nari’s resident class.

Nari had invited him weeks ago, begging him to join. I want you to meet my friends - my other friends, Kimbap, she’d said. Plus, it’s a Taboo night. You know you want to.

He does want to. There are so many things he feels he wants right now, but he can’t put his finger on a single one. The resulting confusion, combined with the low hum of anxiety at having to meet a dozen new people, along with the fact that he hasn’t spoken to Nari since their tryst from last night, makes Seokjin certain with each step that he’d rather sit this night out.

He was ready to, in all honesty. Nari hadn’t mentioned this plan after he’d accepted her invite, and he was starting to think she’d forgotten altogether. He would’ve asked, but they’d separated rather quickly last night. They stumbled out of the on-call room in a haze of pheromones and the vaguely mischievous feeling of getting away with something, straightening their clothes and fixing their hair. They walked in silence till the end of the corridor, beyond which was the chaotic ER.

Nari turned to him, her face flushed. Seokjin was sure it was the after-effects of a spontaneous quickie, but he was suddenly aware of how genuinely pretty his best friend was.

“You know I didn’t plan -” She broke off, biting her lip. She was trying to suppress a smile as she shook her head, as though sharing an awkward joke.

Seokjin knew what she meant. “I know,” he said. “I didn’t either.”

There didn’t seem to be a need to say anything else. Seokjin, at least, had no desire at the time to dissect his feelings about it and it didn’t seem that Nari had the time to. A pained scream sounded in the ER just then, terribly incongruous to Nari’s comforting, familiar, female form, a sound that made his insides curl up in fear.

Nari whipped around at the sound before sighing. “I really need to -” She pointed to the door, already taking a step back. “I’m sorry. Thanks for - thanks for coming. I mean, not like that,” she amended, groaning when he chuckled.

“Careful, Nari. You may be having a k-drama moment right now.”

As expected, she screwed up her face in mock-disgust. “Never.”

Seokjin grinned. “I’ll send your charger to the hospital in the morning,” he promised, watching her face break out into a relieved smile before she turned around to go save a life.

The only reason Seokjin even remembered this plan at Hyeri’s house was because it was the day before he had to leave for Yeongam. After last night, he may have avoided it entirely had it not been a hasty text from Nari this morning, reminding him.

You’re still coming to Hyeri’s tonight right? There’s Baileys and charades.

It’s not the prospect of coffee liqueur or a strangely competitive game that spurs Seokjin to go; it’s the fact that once he received her message, he realised he’d been expecting it all along. 

While the previous night was not uncomfortable in any way, he respects the fact that she seems to go on normally after it, which encourages him - and makes it clear to him that he will not be the one to shake their retained normality. The text, the invite - all of it points to last night being spur of the moment and everything carrying on normally.

Seokjin checks his phone for the map to see that he’s less than a minute away from Hyeri’s. He’d opted to walk; the weather was pleasant and, besides, he felt he could use this time to prepare for an entire evening spent with people he doesn’t know - apart from Nari.

Once he reaches, he contemplates texting Nari to open the door. Ringing the doorbell would attract attention, he feels, but before he can make a decision, the door swings open to reveal a girl in mid-conversation with someone inside the house.

“- and some more ice,” she calls before turning around and seeing Seokjin. Her business-like face goes slack and she gulps. “Um…” Her gaze pans slowly over his form, as though he’s a different species and not, perhaps, a guest she might not be expecting. “... wow.”

Seokjin raises his eyebrows blankly before a sudden panic sets in: he’s at the wrong house.

“Oh, I - sorry -”

The girl seems to be just about registering him when a familiar figure comes into view, making his heart skip a reassuring beat. “Seokjin!” Nari exclaims, sounding relieved. She jogs to the door and beckons him to enter before turning to the other girl.

“Daeun, this is Seokjin,” she says, pulling him inside gently by the arm and reaching automatically for the wine bottle in his hands.

“Hi,” he says, following Nari’s lead, “I’m -”

“Oh, you’re Seokjin,” she interrupts, her face awash with understanding. It occurs a little belatedly to Seokjin that he is, in fact, famous but then Daeun continues. “We’ve heard a lot about you,” she says knowingly before turning back in the direction of the living room. 

“Everyone - Seokjin is here!” As he resists the urge to shush her hurriedly, she pats his shoulder and starts walking to the door again. “I’m just going out for a few supplies. Nice to finally meet Nari’s best friend,” she adds, giving him a friendly wink before shutting the door behind her.

There’s a moment of silence during which he simply stares at Nari, feeling a rush of heat in his face. Nari bites her lip before snorting. “Sorry, Kimbap,” she says finally, squeezing his shoulders and leading him inside. “Daeun usually isn’t the first person we send out to greet someone new.”

Can’t imagine why. But Seokjin doesn’t want to start the evening off by alienating her friends, so he simply shrugs and follows her. There are about ten other people in the room, all in the age range of twenty-five to thirty-five. Nari introduces them all one by one and Seokjin promptly forgets each as soon as he hears them. The only people he registers are a plump, dimpled man with glasses who seems to be fiddling with an empty cigarette pack; a tall girl in a pale pink blazer with a glass of wine in her hand, who raises a hand in greeting when introduced; and Kwon Jason, the only other person in this room he’s met before.

“We’ve heard a lot about you,” says Jason, as everyone settles back down with their drinks, conversation resuming seamlessly. “Nari’s best friend, with the jajjangmyeon,” he adds, nodding towards her. She clicks her tongue and pretends to be annoyed, even as she takes a seat next to him on the sofa.

Seokjin chuckles, feeling a pleasant lightness in his stomach. “Not the worst thing to be known for.”

“He also has a really good wine selection in his house,” points out Nari, patting his shoulder. “The bottle he brought is probably from it.” She turns to Seokjin. “Right?”

He’s about to nod when Jason snickers. “Let’s not pretend you’re too discerning about the quality of alcohol you drink, Nari.”

Nari gasps while another one of the guys, whose name Seokjin cannot remember for the life of him, nods in agreement. “If anyone is okay with whatever is on the menu at Minho’s Bar, it’s Dr Choi,” he agrees, saying her name in a low, Satoori accent.

“Oi, I’m Minho’s favourite customer, I’ll have you know.”

“Obviously. You’re the reason he never has leftover inventory.”

A few people laugh at that, including Seokjin, while Nari scoffs and shakes her head, apparently lost for words. 

“Nari’s right, though,” says Jason seriously after a moment. “It’s probably why she gets so many shots on the house, too.”

She retorts with something and the conversation continues with ease, while Seokjin frowns at how Jason just said Nari’s name. He can’t quite put his finger on it, but it’s different from how everyone else is saying it for certain. Maybe it’s an accent? His first name is Jason after all; maybe he’s half-foreign? Based on his slightly accented Korean, he could be American. Seokjin tries to recall how Kaya says Nari’s name, but the moment he does, he can’t think of a single such scenario. 

It takes a few impatient taps on his shoulder for Seokjin to pull himself out of this train of thought. “You want a drink?” Nari asks him, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, sure.” Seokjin stands up and follows her to the kitchen where fortunately they are the only ones. “Wow, that’s a lot of people in there.”

Nari chuckles, going around the small kitchen island towards the pile of bottles with ease, as though she’s been here a hundred times before. “Yeah, it’s the first night in forever that none of us are on call. That’s why I wanted you to come tonight,” she adds. “Can I open your bottle?” she asks longingly.

“Yeah, of course, that’s why I brought it,” he answers, rolling his eyes. Taking the bottle from her outstretched hand and unscrewing the top, he returns it. “Pour me one, too? Hey, by the way,” he adds casually, leaning forward with his elbows on the island, “where’s, uh, where’s Jason from?”

Nari frowns but doesn’t look up from where she’s pouring the wine into two glasses. “Um, Seoul only, I think. Why?”

“No reason. His accent seems a little different.”

“Does it?” She considers this before shaking her head. “Never noticed. He doesn’t sound slightly different over the phone, though, it’s true.”

“Oh, yeah? Do doctors get a lot of time to talk on the phone?” he asks, chuckling even though it’s not one of his funnier jokes.

“Uh-huh. We talk about our hopes and dreams and who gets dibs on the next day’s gallbladder surgery,” she responds, grinning and handing him his glass. “But his mother is foreign, though, so it could just be an accent thing.”

“American?”

“No, German. I remember, because she tried to teach me a couple of German words when we went out to dinner and my accent was abysmal,” she says, shuddering at the memory.

Seokjin chokes, immediately turning it into a cough. “You -” He coughs again and places his glass down. “You went to dinner with his mom?”

“Yeah, like six of us,” she explains, now pouring her own glass. “His parents visited during… New Year’s, I think, and invited all of us who were working that day to dinner. Kind of sucked in the plans department, but the free food was worth the pity.”

Seokjin can’t quite think of a response to that so he simply nods, taking a large sip of the wine to buy some time, clinking his glass wordlessly with hers as she joins him on this side of the island.

“By the way,” she says after a moment, voice suddenly a little lower, “thanks for coming. I kind of didn’t think you would,” she confesses.

“Why?” he asks.

Nari shrugs. “It’s not really your scene, I guess? A party, so many new people…” She bites her lip. “Plus… you know. Last night.”

Ah. A blush creeps up his neck at the thought of last night and he hopes it isn’t visible on his face. Looking into the clear rosé in his glass, he shakes his head. “Are you kidding me? Taboo and socialising? How could I say no?” He smiles with her before he feels it fade. “Do you regret it? I mean… do you think we made a mistake?” he asks, realising for the first time that since they were completely sober last night, the consequence of their tryst could be far more dire than the first time they slept together.

She frowns, as though this train of thought hadn’t even occurred to her. “No,” she says slowly. “Do you think it was a mistake?”

“Of course not.” 

Nari nods and looks down at her glass this time, the corners of her mouth twitching infinitesimally. It’s similar to how she looked last night outside the ER doors just before they separated; a moment of quiet privacy before the chaos of their lives caught up to them. 

“Good.” She pokes his shoulder and playfully pushes him so he bounces back on the balls of his feet.

“Good.” He mimics the gesture, only for her to bounce back with slightly more force. 

There’s no muss or fuss about it; their lips meet naturally. The feeling of consciously deciding to kiss in the light of day is an unfamiliar yet wonderfully liberating feeling. He registers the mild sweetness of the rosé, although whether it’s from him or her, he can’t tell. Her teeth accidentally graze his lip when the sound of glass shattering interrupts them, and Nari immediately pulls away and steps back.

Seokjin opens his eyes a second later to see her gingerly touch her mouth, her eyes on him but her expression unreadable. From behind her, one of the other girls with a bob cut scurries in.

“Shit, I told him to - oh, guys. Make sure you don’t step into the living room barefoot until we clean up the glass,” she informs them before turning to Nari. “You know where the paper towels are?” she asks urgently.

“Uh, yeah.” The moment gone, Seokjin watches silently as Nari directs the new entrant to one of the cabinets. 

Once the girl gets hold of a brand new roll, she hastens to leave but not before turning to them. “You guys should hurry, we’re about to start Taboo.”

“Come on, let’s go,” says Nari softly, touching his wrist before heading out of the kitchen. It’s too quick an interaction for Seokjin to be able to pick up anything from her tone, except that it’s probably shelved for later and until then, everything can go back to normal.

Normal. While it’s a nice thought, it becomes apparent fairly quickly that the concept itself is elusive. It occurs to Seokjin that while he and Nari have an equally comfortable rapport by themselves as well as around friends, it’s always only been his friends. The boundaries between him and his members are nearly negligible, and they’ve all known Nari for years now, making the entire dynamic a comfortable one.

But it's the first time he’s ever spent an extended period of time with a group of her friends, however, and it’s disconcerting, for they all seem to know a slightly different Nari than he does. It’s minor; so minor that Seokjin feels that if this recent snag in their friendship hadn’t emerged, he may not have noticed it at all. 

Her body language isn’t the same, although he supposes sitting with her feet up in faded shorts and a torn t-shirt would be inappropriate in a colleague’s house. She’s sitting two places away from Seokjin, something he tries not to read into, laughing at an imitation of someone he doesn’t know. 

He doesn’t like this. He half-wishes she hadn’t kissed him in the kitchen - but hadn’t he equally kissed her, too? Even when the game begins and he and Nari - along with four other people including Kwon Jason - are teamed together, he wonders if he’s imagining the sudden distance or if it’s a coincidence that she’s chosen to sit on a single-seater recliner, leaving him to sit next to the host, Hyeri, on the sofa.

Seokjin can’t focus on the game at all, but it’s not for lack of trying. The game is rife with inside jokes, which he supposes is to be expected upto a point, but it makes following the game extremely difficult. Nari is one of the few people who tries to steer the conversation to neutral topics and focus on the player in the centre, until someone says “What Dr Oh is known for” and the answer turns out to be assets, that Seokjin mentally checks out.

He’s not sure why he’s so uncomfortable. He tries to catch Nari’s eye as Jason from their team stands up and moves to the centre, picking out a card with a flourish. She frowns curiously when she finally meets his gaze and he immediately mimics typing on a phone. She nods once and reaches for her phone when Jason goes “Okay”, apparently about to begin, and the tall girl from the other team starts the timer.

Nari shrugs apologetically and mouths “sorry”, setting her phone on her lap and turning to Jason who’s already begun.

“ - refers to a lot of -” Jason checks the card, “- wealth.” He looks to his team with wide eyes, hinting at something.

“Rich?” Hyeri guesses.

“No - well, yes, but it’s more to do with, uh…” He checks the card again, “okay - quality of life.”

“Um…” She frowns and trails off.

“Wealthy?” One of the other guys guesses, only to be met with a slap to the shoulder.

Jason tries a different approach. “Okay, what kind of people would go to, say… a fancy airport lounge?”

“Celebrities?” Nari asks, her eyes flickering to Seokjin. Thankfully, no one seems to notice, more focused on Jason shaking his head rapidly.

Seokjin, now with zero interest in the game, trains all his focus on not making a single expression. He needs this one round to finish - this endless, unproductive round - so that he can either speak to Nari in the most normal way possible about what the hell they’re doing, or leave.

“ - no, Jesus.” Jason huffs, tapping his foot impatiently. “Okay, come on - Nari’s favourite k-drama?” he asks pointedly, and a couple of people snicker.

Seokjin nips this one in the bud. “Nari hates k-dramas,” he says, resisting the urge to slap his forehead.

Jason frowns, as though this is news to him, while Hyeri gasps. “Boys Over Flowers!” she exclaims, jumping out of her seat rather dramatically, stealing Jason’s focus instantly.

“Yes! And they go to a school for…?”

“The elite!” 

Nari’s answer comes a second before the timer buzzes, and Jason drops the card onto the centre table, punching his fist in the air as he goes back to his seat next to Nari. Just then the doorbell buzzes and someone goes “Pizza!” before shuffling out of the room, while a bunch of pagers go off at the same time. There are multiple groans, including - Seokjin notices with a sinking heart - Nari’s.

“Duty calls,” says Daeun wryly, as some six people drag themselves to their feet and begin heading out of the room. Nari, thankfully, comes straight to Seokjin.

“I’m so sorry,” she says immediately, dropping her face into her hands and groaning. “There must have been an emergency or they wouldn’t page.”

He nods blankly. “An emergency. Yeah.”

“Yeah. Like a bus crash or a fire or something.” She sighs and twists her neck. “It’s a Saturday evening, though - my money’s on a pile-up.”

In this moment, Seokjin couldn’t care less about a hypothetical pile-up if he tried. “Alright. Uh,  I guess I’ll see you… whenever I’m back.” He moves to get up, but Nari holds him back. 

“Don’t leave because of me,” she pleads, her voice small. “Stay… have a drink. Not everyone’s leaving,” she points out.

He realises she’s right. There’s one guy rifling through the remaining Taboo cards, the girl in the pink blazer next to him, Hyeri the host, and Jason, finishing his beer enthusiastically before standing up and heading to the kitchen.

“Nari, I don’t think -”

She tilts her head, looking far too apologetic for a situation that isn’t quite her fault. “Jinnie…”

Seokjin’s heart skips a grudging beat and he feels himself nodding, barely able to register the relieved smile and friendly peck to the cheek she gives him before rushing out and leaving a faint flowery scent in her wake. Once the door swings shut and it’s only four doctors and one idol in the room, he instantly regrets his agreement. Five seconds later, once he hears the car outside drive away, he’s done. 

Coming here this evening was a tentative decision at best, and he’d only done it for Nari. With her gone, he has no obligation or desire to stay - and definitely not with Kwon Jason for company. 

He downs the rest of his drink, hoping that with everyone else sufficiently distracted, he can possibly slip out unnoticed. The host isn’t even here to say goodbye to, although that seems to make no difference to the others, for they seem to be treating the house as their own. As if to prove it, the guy with the Taboo cards plonks himself on the sofa and puts his feet up on the armrest, with no care for anyone else.

Mind made up, Seokjin stalks over to the dining table to keep his empty glass, pulling his jacket on at the same time. He fumbles with the sleeve and his phone falls in the process.

“Perfect,” he mutters, hoping the screen hasn’t shattered again. He feels around for the phone under the table and drags it out, accidentally twisting his wrist. He hissed softly and pulls his hand back hastily, only to feel another sharper pain on his skin.

Retrieving the offended hand, he sees a gash near his thumb. Under the table, he spots a shard of glass, glistening with red on one of the corners. Marvelling briefly at his luck in finding the one piece of glass everyone else had managed to miss while cleaning up, Seokjin shakes his head and goes into the kitchen.

The cool tap water of the sink burns the cut, but Seokjin grits his teeth. Nari would force him to wash it, he knows. Do you want to get tetanus, Kimbap? Because it can happen, you know.

Once he deems it sufficiently sanitizer, he turns off the tap when Hyeri traipses in, halting in her tracks when she sees Seokjin.

“Is that blood?” Her eyes widen but also gleam slightly, as though she’s hoping to start suturing something right away. “Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah,” he says shortly. “It’s just a small cut, don’t worry.”

“Oh, okay.” She nods. “I just came in here to get the pizza menu,” she explains, reaching into a drawer and revealing a glossy folded menu. “These companies think they can swindle us and not calculate the discounts they promised.” She shakes her head in disappointment.

Seokjin isn’t sure what to say. “Good luck?”

Hyeri smiles with fervour. “Band-aids are in the cabinet just behind you.”

As she leaves, Seokjin dives for aforementioned band-aids, eagerly pasting one on the cut so that he can be done with the hideousness that is this night. 

“Oh, you’re in here.”

Seokjin almost groans. Not another one. He turns with hesitation to see the girl in the pink blazer entering, looking equally doubtful. Her gaze falls to his hand.

“Are you okay?”

“Just… peachy.”

“Why are you holding your wrist like that?”

Seokjin frowns, realising for the first time that he is, indeed, holding his left wrist strangely still. He leaves it loose, only to feel the same throbbing pain shoot through the joint.

“Ow,” he mutters, wincing and straightening his hand. “How did you -” But he breaks off, remembering that a doctor would and should be able to identify an injury better than him. “Guess I twisted it a little,” he says, shrugging.

“You should ice it,” she suggests before pointing to the fridge. “Should I…”

It takes him a moment to catch on. “Oh! Uh, yeah, sure. Thank you,” he adds quickly, meaning it. 

The girl opens the freezer, only to pull out an ice pack, as though ready to be used should someone injure a joint. “Huh,” she says, raising it slightly. “You got lucky.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if all of you have one of these ready in your fridge,” he says as she hands him the ice, smiling so she knows he’s joking. When she frowns curiously, he explains. “Well… because you’re doctors. Prepared for anything?” Seokjin places the frozen object against his wrist.

“Oh. Right. I’m not a doctor, though,” she admits after a moment. 

“You’re not?”

“No. I’m here with Junghyun,” she offers, pointing vaguely behind her to the living room. 

Seokjin struggles to recall which one Junghyun is, something she seems to notice, if her small and amused smile is indication. “That’s nice,” he says finally. “Boyfriend?” he asks, realising a moment later that it’s none of his business.

“Kind of. Not really.” She shakes her head and sighs. “It’s our second date.” When Seokjin pointedly says nothing, she gives a hollow chuckle. “And probably our last,” she adds in a low voice.

He snickers. “That bad?” he asks, privately thinking he knows exactly what she means.

“Yes. I mean, they’re all very nice,” she adds tiredly, leaning back against the kitchen counter, “but they’re just too…”

“Close?” he offers.

“Yes! God,” she adds with feeling. “And to meet that many of them at the same time? It’s overwhelming.”

Seokjin sighs, feeling almost vindicated - but also somewhat relieved. If he isn’t the only person in a mood tonight, then it can’t all be due to his unintentional dalliance with Nari, can it? It’s them, the swarm of overworked, underpaid surgical residents with repressed emotional ranges who spend eighty hours a week together - they are the problem.

“Okay, I think the ice is melting.”

Seokjin looks down to see a droplet land right on his thigh, leaving a rather incriminating spot on his tan trousers. “Shit,” he mutters, immediately placing it on the counter. 

“Do you have a wrist brace you can use?” she asks, circling her own wrist with her fingers.

“Um, no. Do people just carry wrist braces around with them?”

To his horror, she simply raises her eyebrows before pushing up the sleeve of her blazer and unstrapping a wrist brace. “Here,” she says, handing it to him.

“You -“ Seokjin finds himself lost for words. “I can’t take that,” he says finally, unsticking his throat. “But thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she says easily, waving a hand. “I have a bunch of these at home. All different colours,” she adds mock-proudly.

“Oh.” He takes it slowly, noting its deep purple colour. It feels soft on the inside, like foam. “Do you -“ He looks up and frowns curiously. “Do you collect them or something?”

She nods. “Yeah. Why?” When he, once again, finds himself devoid of words, her eyes narrow. “Prada came out with a line last year focusing on wristbands just like these. Do you think I’m weird?”

Seokjin’s eyes widen. “Y-no! No, of - of course not. It’s - it’s a perfectly respectable hobby. I collect stuff, too. Socks, if you’ll believe it - but I’m a little behind on -“

“I was kidding. I have a mild case of tendonitis.”

He stares at her, noting a hint of an apologetic smile forming on her face. “I knew it. No one collects wrist braces,” he grumbles. “I really thought I’d offended you, you know?”

She laughs, a pleasant sight. “It’s easy to make people think that. But I don’t offend that easily,” she adds after a moment, tapping the brace in his hand. “Need any help?”

“No…” Seokjin shakes his head. “I can’t accept this. Especially if you need it, too.”

“I wasn’t kidding about having a bunch of extras at home. Believe me, you don’t want a sprained wrist tomorrow morning.” When he bites his lip doubtfully, she tilts her head. “Think of it as me returning a favour. This conversation is the most fun I’ve had all evening.”

He doesn’t want to admit how much he relates to that. “Okay, then,” he agrees finally, carefully slipping it on and securing the velcro. “Thank you,” he says, meaning it.

She smiles. “Of course.”

“I’m Seokjin.”

Her smile widens slightly and she visibly hesitates. “I know.”

Oh. Seokjin is struck with a sudden mental image of this girl, possibly in her late twenties, in this exact blazer and her sleek, straight ponytail, jumping up and down in the audience at a concert, Army bomb in hand. He feels the heat creep up his neck and he knows - he just knows - that his ears are going red.

Blood rushes to your face faster than a cardiac tamponade, Kimbap.

“Right. Thanks, I -”

The sound of the front door swinging open and hurried footsteps makes them both jump. Two seconds later, a scattered-looking Nari scurries in, almost slipping sideways on her Converse.

“Thank God you’re still here,” she sighs in relief. Her hair is slightly windswept, as though she’s run up the porch stairs and into the house. “I was afraid you’d left.”

It feels like he’s been hit on the back of the head by a football. “You’re back?” Seokjin asks stupidly.

“That’s my cue, I think.” His companion, whose name he suddenly realises he doesn’t know, takes a step back good-naturedly and turns to leave. She and Nari murmur a “hi” to each other as they pass, before the latter faces him again. A draught blows through an open window, colder than expected.

“Hi,” says Seokjin.

Nari smiles, but there’s something held back in it. “Hi. I’m so glad you stayed.”

“Just until I fixed… this.” He holds up the hand with a band-aid and wrist brace on it and watches her smile fade, as though she’s just noticing he’s hurt.

���What happened?” she asks, walking up to him and taking his wrist delicately. “Did you twist it?”

He nods. “It’s okay, though. Doesn’t hurt much.”

“Did you ice it?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry about it.” Seokjin finds it surprisingly hard to meet her gaze. “How come you’re back? I thought there was a bus crash. Or something.”

Nari sighs, her fingers letting go of his wrist. “I was deemed too drunk to practise medicine,” she says dryly, rolling her eyes. 

“Are you?”

“Yes. But sometimes I like to watch.”

There’s a pause before they both chuckle half-heartedly. The lingering tension of the last twenty-four hours seems to be finally gathering somewhat and for the first time in his life, Seokjin doesn’t know what to say to Nari.

“So… I have to ask,” she begins slowly, leaning back against the kitchen table opposite him. “Is it my imagination, or when I left for the hospital… I felt like I was doing something wrong.”

He considers this. “Well, you didn’t leave so much as… stumble and almost fall on your way out.”

Nari gives him a small smile. “Seokjin, I’m being serious.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” he says automatically. His eyes drop to his wrist again and he gingerly applies pressure to the back of it with his finger.

“Seokjin.” She waits until he meets her gaze. “I’m - I’m sorry about earlier. About… kissing you.” She looks at her feet. “I know I probably sent you some mixed signals and… I’m sorry.”

“I kissed you, too. And that’s not the problem, Nari,” he adds, realising as he says it that it’s true. The kiss, while it felt like the world was spinning off its axis when it was happening, is still just a blip in the radar compared to the moment of shock and confusion he’d experienced later.

“Really?” She frowns. “So what is it, then?”

“It’s -” Putting this into words is harder than he thought, not to mention borderline embarrassing. But Seokjin rallies, knowing that if he doesn’t say it now, he never will. “You like Boys Over Flowers? Since when?”

Nari’s face goes blank for a moment before she evidently remembers. “Oh. Uh, no. Not really. It’s a bit cliche for my taste.”

Avoidance. Unsurprised, he continues. “Fine, I’ll rephrase. You’ve seen Boys Over Flowers? A k-drama?” He waits for her shoulders to drop.

“Yeah - but not of my own free will,” she clarifies quickly. “A bunch of us saw Hayoon watching the first episode on her phone during lunch and we started joking around and joined her and - God, it was so stupid, Kimbap, seriously -” Nari rolls her eyes, and for a moment he feels like they’ve gone back five years. “But, anyway, then everyone got all invested in the plotline and everyone wanted to watch the second episode… and then it just became a thing. It was a joke,” she finishes, her voice a bit smaller.

It seems plausible. Seokjin feels the same, low frustration at the smallest, stupidest things annoying him - things he can’t tell Nari. He doesn’t know if it would make him seem petulant, the fact that she didn’t have the time to watch their favourite movie a month ago because she was so tired from a shift but has managed to finish an entire series while on the job. 

Nari’s favourite k-drama! Kwon Jason had said it with confidence, and his look of confusion at Seokjin’s response had been disproportionately devastating. The difference in how her new friend said her name makes sense now, because it’s not the accent or the voice or anything else. It’s just the familiarity of knowing her - something Seokjin had, until today, heard only in his own voice.

“So you hated it?”

“I did,” she confirms. “I still don’t like k-dramas.”

The deliberate tone with which she says it gives him a sneaking feeling that she knows where his mind is at. When he doesn’t respond, she sighs again.

“Seokjin, I’m really sorry.”

“Nari, stop apologising,” he starts to say gently, but she shakes her head.

“No. Something’s wrong, or… different,” she argues, and he finds himself feeling slightly glad that at least they’re still on the same wavelength when it comes to things like this. “And you’re my best friend, Jinnie. So I don’t mind apologising if I’ve done something to hurt you or make you angry.” Which I think I have.

She looks anxious; she’s fiddling with her fingers, her nails scratching the skin, but he doubts she’s noticed. Seokjin reaches forward and gently holds her chin for a moment before letting his hand fall to his side.

“I’m not angry, I promise.” He waits for her to nod before continuing, looking somewhere near her shoulder. “Look, I… this may be my issue more than yours.”

“I don’t care,” she says immediately. “Tell me.”

How? It would sound ridiculous, like he’s a child with a toy he doesn’t want to share. “It’s not surprising,” he begins slowly, “that we’d drift apart. It sucks but it had to happen. I mean, we’ve made it two and a half decades - that’s a hell of a record. Right?”

Nari’s face doesn’t betray anything, except for a momentary flicker of her eyes. “Right,” she agrees softly.

“I think I’ve been using our… thing as a way to… I don’t know, tell myself that we’re still close,” he admits, unable to look at her at all now. 

“You don’t think we’re still close?”

Seokjin shuts his eyes, something squeezing his heart at the accusatory note in her voice. “I do. Just maybe not as much.”

There’s a few seconds of thick, heavy silence and he suddenly, wildly hopes she’ll smack him upside the head and tell him to cut it out.

“So that’s what you were doing last night?” she asks finally. “Trying to keep me close? And the night at the dorm?”

Especially the night at the dorm. But Seokjin resists the urge to say it, his mind flashing back to the night in question a few months ago. Grey sleet outside, most of the members including Seokjin, Kaya Madaan, Jimin’s friend Sooah, and Nari - not to mention the one and only time Jennie Kim had ever set foot in there - all huddled in their dorm in Hannam Hill with a monopoly board between them. There had been a lot of alcohol that night, too, possibly because there was nothing else to do in the face of the intense awkwardness that seemed to emanate from every which way.

Seokjin couldn’t be completely sure, except that he knew Taehyung was in some sort of tiff with either Yoongi or Jimin, Sooah’s presence was a wildcard entirely when it came to Jimin, while Kaya remained the only person who spoke to Jennie with complete normality. 

No, what he remembers most of all is how Nari had to leave that night, for some birthday party or something - and Seokjin had been getting more and more ticked off all night at her constant glances at her watch. Finally, he’d snapped in the only way he knew how: tapped her on the shoulder and promised her, completely calmly, that once they finished this round of Monopoly, he’d drive her wherever she wanted.

He hadn’t known what else to do, except that there was a certain sense of irritation he was feeling that he was afraid would show eventually. But he couldn’t help it, for if she was so eager to get somewhere else, why had she even come here? Why make the effort to come over in the rain, spend time wading through the worst kind of friend group politics over Monopoly, only to end the night with other people?

True to his word, he’d stood up and silently stalked into his room after the game ended, mumbling something about grabbing a jacket. Nari had followed him, as he’d known she would, and he hadn’t even been surprised when he’d heard the door close behind him.

Seokjin, she’d said, and her tone held many things he did not wish to unravel.

You should grab your stuff. You don’t want to be late.

You’re not driving me anywhere, Seokjin. You’ve been drinking.

Well, you’re not going to get a cab in this weather, he’d reasoned. Spotting a stain on his t-shirt, he’d taken it off and dropped it on the floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he’d seen her figure approach. He’d felt her cool hand on his bicep, tugging at it to turn him around. He’d begrudgingly obliged, feeling the old leap in his stomach at their proximity.

Then I won’t go.

Seokjin hadn’t even bothered to turn on the light when he’d entered. Despite that, her lips had known just where to find his, and his hands had known just where to wrap around her waist. He didn’t know what feelings they’d succumbed to that night while the rest of his friends continued playing Monopoly outside; he simply knew that this was where he wanted to be - alone with Nari, her voice the only one, soft and melodious in his ear. 

He was trying to keep her close. The thought fills him with shame, deep and sinking.

Hanging his head, he nods once. “Kind of, yeah. I think. I guess I was hoping it was… affirmation of some sort, affirmation that we’re still close. It feels like we’re drifting apart, Nari,” he murmurs after a moment. “My travel and your hours. And then that night - the first night -” He watches her bite her lip and his heart skips a small beat. “It felt like we were back to our old selves. A little bit.” He sighs. “I think I’m associating two things that have no business being associated with each other.”

After what feels like ages, Nari nods. “I get it,” she says finally.

“Really?” He can hear the surprise in his own voice.

She gives him a momentary look. “Yes. I may be on my way to becoming a heartless surgeon, but I still understand.”

He cracks a smile. “You can never be heartless. You’re still the person that donated a month’s pocket money for the Injured Birds Association in middle school.”

“The one that turned out to be a front for Eunwoo to buy Hot Wheels for himself?”

“That’s the one.”

Nari slaps his shoulder jokingly, but there’s a significantly lesser punch to it. “Regardless. Do you remember my crisis on the night we first hooked up?” She waits for him to nod. “You may be using our thing as affirmation of our friendship, and I’m using it as affirmation that I’m not going to die alone.”

“Nari, you’re not going to -”

“Maybe not, but I was so genuinely afraid of it that night,” she continues, cutting him off. “I really thought I would be alone forever and then… what happened happened, and… it felt like no matter how alone I was, I still have you.” She exhales, as though she’s finally said something she’s been thinking of for a long time. “Fuck,” she mutters, dropping her face into her hands.

Seokjin swallows, his heart sinking at her hunched figure. It was never supposed to be this complicated; not during the first drunken night, not in his dimly lit bedroom, and definitely not in the pregnant silence of last night. Nari was what uncomplicated his life; this is completely unchartered territory.

“That bothers you?” he asks, although he’s not sure what he’s referring to.

She looks up at him, clearly unsure. “Seokjin, I don’t want to use you,” she admits in a small voice.

He doesn’t know how to feel about that. “Are you? Using me?”

“Sometimes I feel like I am.” Nari swallows. “I was really happy after the first night, you know? When everything went back to normal. But then the next time happened, and the next time…” She trails off, shaking her head.

“We need to stop.”

She nods. “We need to stop.”

The silence that follows this mutual agreement is thick with tension, more than Seokjin could ever have been prepared for. Before him, Nari looks more sober than she has all night.

“It can’t be that hard, right?” he ventures, raising his eyebrows when she snaps up to look at him. “I mean… we’ve gone, like, twenty years without sleeping together.”

“That’s true.”

“Yeah?” He tries to give her a small smile, his heart heavy. “Just… don’t be a stranger, okay?”

Nari scoffs, in spite of the glassiness of her eyes. She wraps her fingers lightly around his wrist. “What? Why would you say that? I’m your best friend.”

This one’s easy. “Yeah, you are.” I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life. But he doesn’t say it. Nothing good can come out of saying something like that.

She nods a little too vigorously, and Seokjin knows she understands what he meant. “But we… are we taking some space? Just for a while?”

“I think we have to.” He squeezes her hand back. “Just for a while.”

Nari bites her lip and swallows, blinking rapidly and taking a step back. “I need to help clean up.”

He nods, taking the cue. “Yeah. I should go home, too.”

“Is someone picking you up?”

“I’ll ask Yoongi. He owes me.”

“Cool.”

Nari walks him out, their shoulders brushing slightly. The night air is cool and Seokjin has half a mind to just walk back home.

“Thanks for coming,” she says, and he’s relieved to hear her voice not trembling anymore. “Really. I know it could’ve been a bit much,” she admits, chuckling slightly.

“Just a tad.” He returns her smile. “I’ll text you when I’m back from Yeongam.”

“Okay.” She takes a step back and raises a hand in a small wave. “Bye.”

“Take care, Nari.” Seokjin turns to leave, but he barely takes two steps before he hears her call his name and he turns back around. “Yeah?”

Nari says nothing, but her face is like an open book. She looks worried, not to mention confused, as though unable to put it into words.

“Seokjin, we…” She trails off before trying again. “I know we’re taking space, but…”

It takes a second for it to click. “I’m always here, Nari. No matter what. Even if we’re taking space,” he assures her.

The relief that floods through her face makes his stomach leap. “Cool,” she murmurs, nodding. There’s a momentary pause before she jogs up to him and hugs him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and gently knocking the side of his face with hers.

Sighing, he hugs her back, his arms tight around her. He will miss her, he thinks, but it’ll only be for a while. If it saves their friendship, it will be worth it. He squeezes her once and tilts his head to the side, kissing her hair before they both step back.

“‘Night, Jinnie,” she whispers, taking a couple of steps back before turning around and heading inside. 

Seokjin watches her go, running a hand through his hair before suddenly wincing. His wrist, he remembers. He’d almost forgotten about it. He inspects it again, the deep purple brace still strapped on, when he remembers.

“Nari!” He unstraps the brace as she pokes her head out of the door again. “Can you give this back to…” He rolls his eyes, remembering once again that he doesn’t know her name, when he sees something scribbled on the inside of the strap. In silver pen, the name glitters: Seulgi. “Oh - Seulgi? The girl in the blazer?”

She frowns for a second. “Seulgi? Oh, Junghyun’s friend? I think they left.”

“They did?” 

“I think so. Her bag and stuff is gone.”

Damnit. “Okay, no problem,” he mutters, waving as Nari smiles and closes the door again. No car, injured wrist, and a brace he can’t return.

It’s just a twist, though. Not even a sprain. Nothing a couple days of icing, some rest and a brace can’t fix.

He hopes.

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Where is Everybody?

Hello there! So, this post here is gonna be a doozy, but I need to get some things off my chest and hopefully, I can get some answers at the end of the day.

For the last few months, I’ve noticed a significant downtick in interactions on here. And it’s not just for my blog, quite a few of my moots seem to going through the same issue as well.

On top of that, the ever-present issue of liking over reblogging seems to have just gotten worse.

The main question I want to ask is why?

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20 year old, black/African American, she/her

Affiliate/member of: @thebtswritersclub

Groups I <3: BTS (so surprising), TXT, NCT, GOT7, TWICE, NewJeans, KISS of Life

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•BTS parings/ships!

•BTS x reader (black reader usually)

•some miscellaneous ffs of other fandoms I like

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bts and such

-Short and Sweet (one-shot)

•Pairing: Yoongi x Black Reader

•Genre: smut, college au

•Summary: You and Yoongi have been fuck buddies for a while now, but it seems like Yoongi might want more.

•Warnings: smut, oral (f. receiving & m. receiving), penetration w/o protection (use protection!), cursing, drinking, pet names (‘love’), slight toxicity

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- You’re 22 (one-shot)

•Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Black Reader

•Genre: strangers to lovers, one-night stand, hook-up, club au, smut

•Summary: You find yourself dancing with an attractive stranger at the club…

•Warnings: smut, swearing, unprotected sex (wear protection!)

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- All Mine (one-shot)

•Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Black Reader

•Genre: friends with benefits, college au, smut, enemies-to-lovers (slightly)

•Summary: With Kim Seokjin being the student body President your purely sexual relationship with him has to be on the DL, but what happens when it becomes more than sexual?

•Warnings: swearing, oral sex (f. Receiving), arguing, dirty talk, pet names

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•Genre: smut, stranger-to-lovers, workplace

•Summary: You work at a high-end spa called Exotic Luxuries where you’re assigned to take care of the alluring and mysterious Leon S. Kennedy. But late-night sessions can lead to more than just a regular massage…

•Warnings: slight cursing, no protection (use protecting!), workplace sex, riding, blowjobs, pet names (‘good girl’), dom. Leon, praise kink, slight nipple play

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Swimmin’ In Sinners

{one-shot +3 parts}

•Notes•

Pairing: Criminal Yoongi x Police Officer Hoseok

Genre: eventual smut, teasing, bickering, slight fluff

Summary: In the 1930s with the Prohibition Act in full effect, Min Yoongi, the owner of a local speakeasy settled in the heart of New York is barely able to make ends meet. But when the appearance of a mysterious and alluring police officer comes to shut down his bar, will Yoongi have to face the federal consequences of his actions, or will this sinner be able to swim in his desires?

Part 3 word count: 7,369 (a lot longer lol)

A/N: enjoy! No warnings apply to this! The smut scene is finally here!!

Parts: one, two, three

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Act Three- Finale

Almost a week had passed after the whole scuffle went down with the police. Yoongi was able to fix the place back up to its former glory with the emergency savings he had piled up in a mason jar. It was going to take him a while to make it all back, but he was determined to protect his speakeasy no matter what the damn cops said.

As Yoongi got ready to open up the bar with Taehyung and Jungkook in-toe who were determined to continue working for him, his mind drifted back to the stranger he had met on that fateful night. The stranger who turned out to be a cop- Jung Hoseok; a scowl formed on Yoongi’s lips at the thought of it. He couldn’t believe he found him attractive the first time they met, but then again he didn't have cuffs suffocating his wrist while being prodded with irritating questions.

“I don’t know, it still sounds kind of erotic if ya ask me.”

Yoongi snapped his head up from the stage he was sweeping to Taehyung who was pulling the chairs down from the table while Jungkook added candles to each one.

“Tae, I could barely move my wrists.”

“Plus it was like 2 in the morning, right Yoongs?” Jungkook chimed in as he looked expectantly at the older man.

Yoongi nodded, “yeah, it definitely wasn’t the time nor place to be thinking about that.”

Taehyung sighed dreamily as he dramatically swept his body over a chair and sat down, his hand supporting his chin as he spoke, “still, imagine being in a room with a dashing copper. Now, that’d be something worth getting arrested for.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes while throwing the white rag that lay over his shoulder at him, “gross Tae. Not everything is about…”

“About?” Taehyung questioned with a perplexed look.

“Y’know…”

“‘Y’know’ what?” Suddenly a lightbulb went off in Taehyung’s head as a devious smile spread across his pink lips, “are you talking about sex, Kook?”

“Ah! Tae, hush!” Jungkook mumbled as the evidence of his embarrassment bloomed over his cheeks.

“Aw c’mon Jungkook! You’re a man now, ain’t ya? You can say sex without getting all shy.”

“I’m not shy! I just…prefer to keep things classy in an establishment such as this.”

“You mean an illegal one? If there was any place to say crude words such as sex I’d think a speakeasy would be a great place to say it.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes as a small smile formed over his lips as the bickering continued. It was nice to receive a semblance of normalcy after the hell they all went through, and soon that normalcy would be returned completely once the bar opened.

And as if nothing ever happened, Yoongi’s loyal customers filled the bar and tables with ease, slipping back into the routine of ordering nonstop drinks, singing along with the band, and swinging their hips to the energetic music.

The hours passed as the evening soon slipped into night, the blanket of stars illuminated the sky while the currents of alcohol filled the patrons. Yoongi had been dashing off from one task to the next, from bartender to busboy to waiter. He wanted to keep his mind fresh and distracted as the threat of imagining the cop from before popping into his head kept Yoongi on his toes.

He wasn’t scared by the man, not in the least, it was actually the opposite and that’s where Yoongi’s problems lied. Even when being taken into custody and interrogated for an hour, he couldn’t help the way his eyes would latch onto the man like a magnet. Something about him was so alluring that it made Yoongi want to discover the hidden pieces of the cop.

Some wishes were better left not granted though as Yoongi began cleaning up one table only to be stopped by an out-of-breath Taehyung that clung to his shoulder. Yoongi looked calmly at the man and waited for him to catch his breath and explain his sudden intrusion. Antics like this were common for Yoongi as Taehyung was always one for dramatics.

“Yoongi! Jesus, I shouldn’t have performed three songs in a row tonight.” Taehyung huffed while still leaning on Yoongi.

“Yes? Is there a problem? Did Jungkook cut himself on a piece of glass again? Do I need to get the first aid?”

“No! It’s not as bad as that but it’s still pretty important!” Yoongi nodded as Taehyung gasped for a breath of air and began talking, “I don’t know how else to say this but… thecopfrombeforeishereandhe’ssittingatthebarrightnow.”

Yoongi blinked once before giving his friend a look that demanded him to repeat himself but this time while taking breaths in-between his words.

“Yoongi, the cop! He’s here, at the bar! Look!” Taehyung grabbed Yoongi’s shoulder and spun him around until the truth behind Taehyung’s words was revealed.

The cop really was here.

And he looked even sexier than before.

Yoongi could only see the side of him and the constantly moving shadows that flickered over his form didn’t help. But even so, Yoongi could make out the black undercut Hoseok sported that complimented the equally dark long trench coat that revealed the slender cut of his legs and strong looking torso from underneath his sleek suit.

“I’ll handle him,” Yoongi mumbled as he moved away from Taehyung, in what way he was supposedly going to handle the cop he wasn’t sure but he knew he had to get to the bottom of this.

“Ah, Min, are you here to take my order?”

Hoseok’s eyes had caught onto Yoongi’s before he had reached him as a condescending smirk flashed over his lips.

“I’m here to tell you to leave.”

“What? That’s not very hospitable of you, Yoongi.”

Yoongi did his best to not dwell on the way Hoseok’s rich voice said his name and instead crossed his arms over his chest while serving the cop a cold glare.

“As if you would know anything about hospitality. You practically trashed the place last time so I’d like it if you got the hell outta here.”

Hoseok chuckled softly while shaking his head before looking Yoongi dead in the eye, a certain gleam sparkled in them under the dim lights that created an intense darkness over his face, “Relax, Min. I didn’t come here to arrest you or your friends. Just wanted to pay a little visit and see how you were doing.”

The smile on his face told a different story and Yoongi wasn’t going to drop it that easily, “do you think I was born yesterday? What is it that you want, Jung? I know you didn’t just come here for a drink and a chat.”

“Sorry to disappoint, but that’s really all I want. A drink and a chat.”

“Well you got your chat, if I get you a drink will you leave?”

“I was hoping we could have a drink in private?”

Yoongi squinted his eyes critically at Hoseok, just what was he playing at? Why the hell did he have to drink in private when he could do it perfectly fine in public? Regardless, the twinkle in the cop's eye told Yoongi that he wouldn’t leave until his request was fulfilled.

With a sigh Yoongi turned around to see Jungkook working at the bar, the two eyed one another as Yoongi signaled to the boy that he’d be upstairs to which Jungkook nodded. Yoongi knew that the younger man would tell Taehyung and so with no other obligations he turned back to a waiting Hoseok, “fine. Let’s head upstairs and have a drink.”

❦ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ❦

It didn’t take long for the two to enter Yoongi’s apartment before Yoongi made his way to the bedroom while calling out, “sit. I gotta get you that drink.”

Yoongi entered his bedroom before he looked through the stash he kept of rum, while he didn’t like drinking it straight it was all he kept in his home so the cop would just have to put up with it.

Yoongi made his way back to the living room to see Hoseok sitting at one of the wooden chairs at the kitchen table settled next to a small window.

At his entrance, Hoseok’s eyes left the window to look at Yoongi, his attention glanced down to the bottle in his hand before a smirk crossed his tantalizing lips, “the brown stuff, huh?”

“It’s all I have, you’re not gonna arrest me for it are you?” Yoongi asked shortly while he began pulling small glasses from his cabinet and poured two cups.

“Nope, I’m off duty, and besides, I asked you for the drink.”

The two were now sitting across from one another, Yoongi handed the hard liquor to his temporary guest and watched as Hoseok picked up the glass and lifted it up to his eyes. The moon’s light reflected off the glass as the shine danced over Hoseok’s face giving him an ethereal glow.

“I know I’m charming but there’s no need to stare, Min.”

Flushed with embarrassment Yoongi mumbled something incoherent before taking a hurried sip from his cup, the burn of the alcohol slipped down his throat as Yoongi tried to contain the wince he felt arise from him.

“Not a person for rum?”

“More like liquor in general.”

Hoseok’s eyes left the glass he had yet to take a sip from and darted to Yoongi in surprise, “really?”

Yoongi nodded with a roll of his eyes, “what? Just because I own a speakeasy doesn’t mean I necessarily enjoy alcohol.”

“Isn’t that ironic.”

Feeling annoyed Yoongi took on a defensive tone as a small scowl covered his mouth as he spat, “what about you? Doesn’t seem like you like rum.”

A distant look fluttered across the cop’s face that forced Yoongi to drop his scowl and adopt a confused expression at the unexpected response from Hoseok, “I love it, actually. All sorts of alcohol but rum is one of my favorites.”

“Wha…”

“I know I’m supposed to be eradicating it from the streets of New York but in order to erase a supposed sin you must first indulge in it, understand its appeal.”

The smug smile Yoongi had first seen on Hoseok’s face was now gone as a more sobering and bittersweet smile painted his face in something of the past, as if he was reverting back to a state of himself that no longer existed.

“So you don’t like the prohibition act?”

“Not necessarily. I think it’s important to have alcohol in moderation, the act is just taking things to the extreme and making things worse.” Hoseok paused before finally lifting the glass to his lips, and in one swift movement, finished off the entire drink before once again dipping his eyes down to his hand that held the now empty glass, “y’know there’s a belief that humans desire what they can’t have. The more you deny something from someone the more they pine for it. The same is true in this case for alcohol. It’s why establishments like yours are popping up everywhere.”

Yoongi took a second to soak in Hoseok’s words, he was surprised at how level-headed he seemed in regards to his stance on everything. Prejudice blinded Yoongi’s senses but even with this revelation, he couldn’t help the flashes of broken bottles that littered his bar when the police arrived and the sight of Taehyung being arrested. “But if that’s true, why me? Why my speakeasy? There are a ton of jokers out there who are way bigger than me and don’t even have the police on a payroll.”

Hoseok sighed before biting his lip and looking back out of the window, the neighborhood below gave a view of new yorkers laughing and enjoying the cover of night to aid in their nightlife activities. “It’s nothing personal, Min. You’re not the only person we’re targeting. The goal was to shut down a few big-name speakeasies to keep the government happy. There's a chance you might be left off the hook but I’m just as in the dark as you are.”

The deafening silence that passed between the pair allowed for a sobering moment to cover them. Here they were, a cop and a speakeasy owner sitting in an apartment with a bottle of rum settled in-between them.

Their current situation was so ridiculous that a small laugh fluttered from Yoongi’s chest as he rubbed his temples in disbelief.

“Something wrong?”

“Quite the opposite,” Yoongi grabbed the bottle of rum and poured both of them another glass, “this whole circumstance right now just sounds like the beginning of a bad joke.” Yoongi took a sip from the bitter alcohol before gazing into the brown liquid, “a cop and a speakeasy owner walk into a bar…”

A soft chuckle resounded from the cop before he followed Yoongi and picked up his glass, “and it turns out the bar was yours.”

The two shared a look of amusement before Hoseok lifted his glass towards Yoongi who stared dumbfounded at it before catching on and clicking his drink against Hoseok’s.

They each downed their glasses and let out refreshing sighs to alleviate the acidic taste of the rum.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you open a speakeasy?” Hoseok asked after a minute of silence passed.

Yoongi shrugged, “there’s no grand story behind it. My family was poor like everyone else, I was deployed from the military, I had to make money somewhere and one of my old friends was starting to get out of the speakeasy business, let me have the place.”

“I understand.” Hoseok said stoically before his eyes darted to look directly at Yoongi, “look, Min, I’m sorry about what happened before. We didn’t mean to trash your place but with everyone running around it was a little hard not to.”

“It’s fine, I-I get it, I suppose. It’d be great if you didn’t do it again though.”

Hoseok smiled sadly at Yoongi, they both knew that was a promise he couldn’t guarantee to keep as a mutual quiet tainted the air. After a while, Hoseok suddenly stirred from his still state and slowly stood up from his chair.

“I should get going, I’ve taken up enough of your time and I’m sure your boys are wondering where you’ve gone. Thank you for the chat, and the drink.”

Yoongi stood up along with Hoseok and walked him over to the door, a sudden pain striking across his chest as he twisted the doorknob open, “well they already know where I’m at but… I understand.”

Hoseok nodded in response as he began to move out of the door before Yoongi urged his voice to call out to him, causing the cop to stop and turn to face him, his eyes open in expectancy.

Yoongi wasn’t sure why he’d call out to him, their business was done and with everything on the table, it made sense to say goodnight. But something in the way Yoongi’s chest ached at every step Hoseok took begged him to stall for time and extend their time together.

“I-I was curious about something you said earlier.”

Hoseok cocked an eyebrow prompting Yoongi to continue, “you said something about desire and how the more your desire is taken away the more you want it.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok confirmed, his tone laced in-between confusion and amusement.

“Well, I was just wondering if you really believed in that. You don’t think humans have enough self-control to step away from temptation?”

An almost unnoticed lift of Hoseok’s lips caused Yoongi to almost lose his breath as Hoseok made his way back up to Yoongi, his chest mere centimeters away from him.

“C’mon Min. When have humans ever been able to fight temptation? It’s in our DNA, the thought of risking something for the sake of fulfilling our own wants is too enticing to ignore.” Hoseok’s voice took on a husky tone now as his eyes bored darkly into Yoongi, as if he could read the man’s every fantasy, want, dream, and goal. Every deceptive and derivative thing Yoongi has ever thought felt like it was on display for only Hoseok to see.

Yoongi took a shaky steadying breath as he resisted the urge to dash his eyes away from Hoseok’s intense ones, “and how would you know?”

At that, an odd smile crossed the cop’s face, a rare smile that contained a certain unquelled impulse in the way his teeth twinkled teasingly at Yoongi. With one hand, Hoseok caressed the side of Yoongi’s face softly and delicately. His touch on Yoongi’s skin sent a curl of fire to the man’s stomach as he yearned for Hoseok’s hands on the rest of his body, a desire he wasn’t fully aware he had until this moment where he was a breath away from having his desire fulfilled.

“I told you, Yoongi, in order for one to understand a sin one must indulge in it.”

As if entering the secret password, Yoongi pushed himself onto Hoseok and crashed his lips upon the man. Without missing a beat, Hoseok’s lips moved in tune with Yoongi’s. Their mouths pushing and pulling like an untamed wave before the feeling of Hoseok’s tongue swiping against Yoongi’s bottom lip elicited a gasp from his muffled lips allowing Hoseok to slip his tongue in, locking them in a slippery oral wrestling match.

While their mouths entertained one another Hoseok’s hands roamed over Yoongi’s anticipating body. They were warm and practically encapsulated his whole waist as he flushed their hips against one another. At the movement, Yoongi felt the true desire Hoseok had for him rub against his inner thigh causing him to snake his hand to palm the hardness in-between his legs.

A low groan fell from the cops' lips as he bucked his hips into Yoongi’s hand who chuckled at the action, “a little impatient, are we?”

Hoseok’s closed eyes popped open to stare dangerously at Yoongi while his hands cupped the man’s ass to emphasize his words, “you have no idea.”

“Show me, Hoseok,” Yoongi whispered as he raised his head to be next to the man’s ear, “show me just how far your desire runs.”

Without needing another command, Hoseok hiked Yoongi up into his arms who quickly strapped his legs around his waist in surprise, “you don’t know how sexy my name sounds coming from your lips,” Hoseok dove in for another kiss before his teeth snagged onto Yoongi’s bottom lip and let go with a pop.

“Room’s that way,” Yoongi breathed dreamily, his mind completely overtaken by his senses that zeroed on the way Hoseok’s hips pressed into his growing erection every time he took a step.

In a flash, the two entered Yoongi’s room. A single bed just big enough to hold two people sat in the center of the back wall, two wooden nightstands adorned both sides of the bed. A small desk occupied a dark corner of the room followed by a closet.

“Take off your clothes, Yoongi. I want to see every part of you.” Hoseok commanded gently as his eyes roamed over a fully clothed Yoongi but still holding a certain want as if he was the most attractive person in the world.

Yoongi had no reason to object and so he began undressing slowly, his hands catching onto the edge of his white button-down shirt before slipping it off after popping off the bottoms one by one.

Hoseok stood back and watched the almost bare man with rapt attention, a dazzle of admiration touching the edges of his eyes.

Once Yoongi had finished he stood obediently in front of the bed, his arms by his side as he eyed Hoseok attentively. He wasn’t insecure of his body by any means but having such a handsome man analyzing every part of him who was still covered in cloth was a weird power trip not tipped in his favor.

“Your turn, Hoseok.”

“I actually had some other things in mind before I undressed.”

“Excuse me?” Yoongi cocked an eyebrow suspiciously, was he not going to take his clothes off?

“I want to enjoy you, Yoongi,” Hoseok whispered as he walked up to him, his voice deep and intimate as it permeated Yoongi’s senses and engraved itself inside of his head. “Will you let me?”

Yoongi barely processed the question before his head nodded automatically as Hoseok smiled mischievously.

“Good, then I want you to get on the bed in front of the headboard, okay?”

Yoongi nodded as he made haste and crawled on top of the bed and lay against the metal rodded headboard. He watched Hoseok loosen his tie before completely taking it off. The long black fabric was twisted in-between the man’s slender fingers before Hoseok’s eyes shot up to meet Yoongi’s who swallowed dry spit that had settled in his mouth.

“Can I blindfold you, Yoongi? I promise I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with, okay? Just tell me to stop at any time and I will, yeah?”

Yoongi simply nodded as his eyes stayed alert on the black-tie in his hands.

“I need a definite confirmation, Yoongi. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

The warmness in Hoseok’s voice was shocking to Yoongi but regardless he obliged to his request and told him he agreed. With that said and done, Hoseok walked to the side of the bed and sat down gently next to Yoongi. He lifted the black soft fabric up to Yoongi’s eyes and soon his vision was swarmed in a black ominous shadow.

❦ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ❦

Hoseok loved how diligent Yoongi was when it came to listening to him. From what Hoseok had gathered from the man, he wasn’t one to obey just anyone and figured this level of vulnerability was a privilege.

Hoseok swore to not take that level of trust for granted as his eyes roamed over an oblivious Yoongi who sat patiently on his bed. His body was nothing short of perfection, it was lithe yet lean, pale under the watchful eye of the moon that drizzled him in an otherworldly glow. As if he was an angel sent down for Hoseok’s indulgence.

From his coat pockets, Hoseok pulled out two pairs of metal cuffs and warned Yoongi before placing them on each of his wrists, “I’m going to place cuffs on you, okay Yoongi? I always keep some on me just in case so just trust me.” Yoongi nodded and shivered once Hoseok clamped the metal object around his slender wrist before attaching them to the headboard.

With Yoongi’s hands out of the way, Hoseok took off his coat and shoes before gracefully sliding onto the bed to straddle Yoongi’s warm body. His hands skated over the man’s chest before gliding over Yoongi’s pert nipples who shivered at the touch. Hoseok smirked at the reaction he got before he pinched them in-between his index finger and thumb as Yoongi arched his back slightly.

“Ah, Hoseok? Wh-what’re you doing?” Yoongi’s voice teetered on the line of nervousness and excitement.

“Shh, relax Yoongi. I’ll make you feel good.” Hoseok reassured before he lowered himself over Yoongi.

His tongue dashed out and licked a short line over Yoongi’s nipple before doing the same to the other as a resounding gasp sounded from him. Hoseok clamped his lips over one of the nipples as his tongue swirled over the pink bud while his free hand teased the other one.

Throughout the whole process, Yoongi had been squirming every time Hoseok’s tongue ran over his sensitive areas as harsh puffs of air toppled from his lips in a barely restrained fashion.

“I love how sensitive you are, Yoongi,” Hoseok smirked, his voice laced with amusement.

“I’m not sensitive! I’ve just never been touched like that.” The man retorted, his voice clinging to the last bit of control he thought he had.

“Touched like what? Like this?” Hoseok returned his lips to Yoongi’s nipple before biting gently on it, sending a sharp shiver and gasp throughout Yoongi’s body. “Interesting, seems like you like it when I tease you.”

Hoseok didn’t wait for a response as he began sucking softly on Yoongi’s neck, his warm tongue swirling over Yoongi’s equally warm body. He tasted sweet and there was a certain scent that clung to his skin that intoxicated Hoseok, making him want to ravish him right at that moment. But instead, he restrained himself while making his way slowly down the constrained man’s body. His teeth sunk occasionally into Yoongi’s chest and torso causing light blots of purple and blue to adorn his pale skin.

Finally, Hoseok reached Yoongi’s neglected erection, no doubt a result of Hoseok’s teasing. Without a warning, the cop lowered himself to be stationed right in front of Yoongi’s dick before his hand wrapped around the tip and began rubbing the stream of precum up and down the shaft.

At the touch, a loud shuddering gasp that sounded more like a moan escaped Yoongi’s lips who arched his back, the cuffs on his hand clinking against the bed as he did so. Loving the reaction, Hoseok continued making work of Yoongi’s dick as his hands gained pace with the precum acting as a great lube substitute. After a minute, Hoseok’s hands fell and were then replaced by his mouth wrapping around the tip.

“Ah-- Hoseok-” Yoongi heaved, his hands pulling against the cuffs around his wrist.

Hoseok felt his own desire grow at the sound of Yoongi calling out his name as he took in more of the man, his lips coating Yoongi’s shaft as his tongue ran around his base.

The sound of the crowded bar below them was distant but still present as the sound of people laughing and talking drifted through the vents indistinctly but all Hoseok could focus on was the sound of Yoongi’s moans that tumbled from his lips while he moved his lips up, down, and over his cock. Hoseok popped his mouth off of Yoongi for a second only to dive back in with his tongue whirling over the man’s shiny tip, it’s salty taste coated Hoseok’s mouth as he licked nonstop.

“Ah- Hoseok- please- please let me look!” Yoongi whined as he squirmed even more on the bed from Hoseok’s mouth.

The cop stopped his torture for a second to look up at Yoongi, his mouth was slightly open and his chest was taking in as much air as possible. Hoseok loved the way the marks on his skin covered Yoongi like a blanket, like a reminder of their time together. “And why should I?”

“I don’t want to come yet, but since I can’t see my other senses are heightened and it’s almost too much…”

Hoseok considered Yoongi’s request before finally crawling over his body to remove the tie from around the man’s eyes.

❦ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ❦

When Yoongi met Hoseok’s eyes he felt like he could come right there and then despite what he had said before.

Hoseok’s eyes were dark and dilated as he gazed passionately at him, his once flame of desire had grown into a bonfire blazing brightly in his eyes. His lips were slicked with a mix of saliva and precum that gleamed teasingly at Yoongi and his once slicked back hair had now fallen down the sides of his narrow face.

In short, he looked like he was a demon spawned from hell to tempt Yoongi to delve into a world of debauchery and sin and Yoongi was helpless to resist.

“Kiss me.”

As if not expecting Yoongi to say that Hoseok blinked once, twice, three times before seemingly coming to his senses and leaned in to kiss Yoongi. The kiss was wet, messy, fast, and salty as their lips slotted together in a rush of passion and heat.

When they finally pulled away a line of saliva still connected the two causing them to chuckle.

“Do you mind if I continue?” Hoseok asked, his tongue running across his lip as he waited for Yoongi to respond.

“I’d rather you let me please you, to be honest.”

“Ah, in due time, Yoongi. But for now…” Hoseok lowered himself down to Yoongi and continued his job of pleasuring and torturing Yoongi with his tongue, at least this time he could see what the officer was doing.

Hoseok closed his eyes as he took Yoongi in, but only halfway as his hands made work of wrapping themselves around the base of his shaft and moved up and down.

“Ngh- you’re killing me Hoseok… you’re gonna make me come.”

Hoseok removed his mouth to respond, “that’s sort of the point, Min.”

“Ah- no! I want to please you, taste you, touch you, please uncuff me, Hoseok. I don’t want to come alone.” Yoongi begged, he could hardly recognize the high pitch of his voice that called out to Hoseok in a pleading tone.

“Damn it, I can’t deny you when you sound like that, Yoongi.”

Hoseok moved away from Yoongi’s dick and stalked off the bed and toward his coat that hung over the arm of a chair that belonged to Yoongi’s desk. He dug in one of the pockets until he pulled out a small silver key and made his way back to the bed.

After a few seconds, Yoongi’s hands were finally free and instead of inspecting them for any injuries, Yoongi reached for Hoseok and immediately got to work taking his clothes off.

“I see you’re wasting no time.” Hoseok chuckled as he helped Yoongi take off his clothes.

“You’ve kept me waiting long enough, Jung.” Yoongi teased before finally getting rid of the last article of clothing on Hoseok.

His eyes ravished in the sight of the man before him. Hoseok, unlike Yoongi, had defined muscles- taut and strong. Yoongi supposed being a police officer had its perks when looking at Hoseok’s body- a pure testament to the hard work he puts into his job, not to mention the length of his dick that Yoongi wanted to please.

“Like what you see?”

A voice called from in front of Yoongi who simply nodded before licking his lips and hopping out of the bed to stand in front of Hoseok. While his legs were a little weak from Hoseok’s handiwork he was able to stabilize himself as he ran his hands up and down Hoseok’s strong and warm body. He was soft and smooth as Yoongi’s lips pecked short kisses over Hoseok’s chest.

As he did so his hand snaked down to Hoseok’s throbbing cock and gave it a little tug forcing a guttural moan to sound from Hoseok’s lips as his head rolled back. Yoongi felt a sudden flutter in his chest as he watched the way the cop’s eyes squeezed shut while Yoongi began rubbing his hand up and down his shaft in light teasing strokes.

“Please… Yoongi…”

“This is your punishment for making me wait to touch you, Hoseok. It’s my turn to tease you, to make you call out my name and beg for mercy.” Yoongi whispered harshly before giving Hoseok’s dick a harsh tug resulting in another moan to escape his lips.

Yoongi smirked at the sudden rush of power he attained as his hands continued lightly stroking Hoseok while his other hand cuffed his balls and played with them.

“Yoongi… please…” Hoseok called out, his eyes now landing on Yoongi’s with a certain desperation present in them.

“Hm?” Yoongi asked innocently, his hand never stopping its trail of torment, “what is it, Hoseok? Do you want me to suck your dick?”

Hoseok nodded enthusiastically as Yoongi stifled back a laugh and said with fake annoyance, “fine. But only because I want to know what you taste like.”

With that, Yoongi dropped to his knees and licked the sides of Hoseok’s shaft, his tongue gliding over the warm dick before completely sinking into it as he wrapped his mouth over Hoseok’s erection.

Yoongi felt Hoseok’s hand gently grip his hair and guide him slowly down his dick, Yoongi felt his eyes well up as Hoseok’s dick reached deeper and deeper into his mouth until he felt it hit the back of his throat. Yoongi popped his mouth off of Hoseok as a few coughs escaped his lips.

“Shit, sorry Yoongi! Are you okay?” Hoseok’s urgent voice called out from over Yoongi who looked up through his blurry eyes and offered a reassuring smile.

“I’m fine, Hoseok. Really.”

Wasting no time, he continued his efforts on Hoseok’s dick, swallowing as much of him as he could before sliding his mouth off for air. The sounds of their activities overtook the noises from below as the exhilaration of that fact coursed through Yoongi’s body. He wondered if Taehyung and Jungkook figured out why he’d been gone so long and assumed that Taehyung had already guessed it while Jungkook tried to convince him otherwise.

“Yoongi,” Hoseok’s voice broke through his daze as Yoongi looked up from his kneeled position on the floor, Hoseok’s dick still in his mouth, “I need-ah-more of you.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened slightly before nodding his head vigorously before giving Hoseok one last good suck and standing up attentively.

“Top or bottom?”

Yoongi was momentarily taken aback by the question before his brain caught up and answered with a smirk, “I’ll let you decide.”

Hoseok’s eyes gleamed deviously at him before his voice commanded in a low tone, “bed.”

Yoongi followed his order diligently and crawled onto the bed, his back pressing into the headboard once again.

“Condoms?”

“In my top drawer next to the bed. There’s some lube in there too,” Yoongi replied breathlessly, his heart thumping dangerously fast in his chest as the thought of Hoseok being inside him echoed in his head.

“Thanks, Min. While I get set up I want you to warm yourself up, okay?”

A flush of red dashed over Yoongi’s cheeks at the proposition. “Are you… going to watch?”

Hoseok nodded his tone adopting a softer edge as if sensing the nerves in Yoongi’s words, “not if you don’t want me to. But Min, I think you’re one of the most beautiful creatures in the world. You're my desire, a sin that I’d love to commit and admire right here and now.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened as the thumping in his chest only increased at the grace Hoseok’s words carried. Without any further hesitation, Yoongi gestured for the lube in Hoseok’s hand who handed it to him.

The cold liquid pooled into Yoongi’s hand before he reached down to his hole and slipped a slick slender finger inside. They got to work as he pulled his finger in and out of himself. After a few seconds, he slipped another finger in as strings of pleasure shot through his body forcing Yoongi to shut his eyes briefly as a tumultuous round of moans escaped his lips. In his masturbation session, Yoongi used his free hand to pinch and prod at his nipples the way Hoseok did, although it wasn’t as pleasurable it still was enough to cause him to arch his back.

After a second Yoongi cracked his eyes open and through his enjoyment, he saw Hoseok standing at the foot of the bed, his mouth slacked slightly open while his hand held his cock, stroking softly as his eyes peered into Yoongi’s like a predator.

“Please fuck me now, Hoseok. I’ve waited long enough.” Yoongi whined, his fingers still moving inside of him.

“Whatever you say, Yoongi.” Without wasting a second Hoseok crawled up next to Yoongi before he tapped his thighs and glanced at his companion.

Tentatively Yoongi straddled Hoseok’s thighs, their cocks brushing against one another in the process as both parties groaned at the contact. Yoongi’s hands rested on Hoseok’s strong shoulders and their thighs were tightly pressed together. The air around them felt electrically charged with a sensual energy, their desires for one another having increased ever since they first entered the apartment.

“I’ve never ridden anyone before, Hoseok,” Yoongi warned, slight embarrassment in his tone but was overtaken by the sheer anticipation he was feeling with the cop’s dick rubbing against him.

Hoseok smiled angelically, a stark juxtaposition to the compromising position the two were settled in before he leaned in slightly, his breath tickling the edges of Yoongi’s ear, “it’s okay. I’ll teach you, just take your time.” His hands emphasized his point as they latched onto his waist.

Yoongi nodded before taking a shaky breath and offering a wobbly smile. Finally, after a second he lifted himself up and tried to center himself over Hoseok who smiled patiently at the man. Slowly, Yoongi descended onto Hoseok’s dick, but even with him being warmed up along with the slicked condom Hoseok was wearing, putting his cock inside him was a struggle with its length.

“Here,” Hoseok whispered as one of his hands left Yoongi’s waist to try to position his cock under Yoongi until he felt his tip just at the entrance of his hole, “I’ll try to be gentle but it might hurt for a second. Are you ready?”

Yoongi nodded, tired of waiting until he felt Hoseok grip his waist once again and pull him down onto his dick. While the pain wasn’t unbearable it definitely was a little uncomfortable as tears threatened to spill from Yoongi’s face until his lip that was currently being crushed from under his teeth was overtaken by Hoseok’s. He slipped his tongue in easily as if he owned Yoongi’s mouth as the slight pain Yoongi felt faded from his mind until Hoseok’s cock was completely sunk into him.

Breaking away, the two took a second to catch their breath as Yoongi’s body adjusted to Hoseok’s length. When he felt like he was ready Yoongi lifted himself up before lowering himself back down onto Hoseok who groaned quietly in response. Yoongi repeated the action again, his thighs and hips squeezing and contracting as they began to create a stable pace.

“That’s right, Yoongi, just like that. You’re doing great, baby.” Hoseok shuddered out as his hands helped lift Yoongi’s hips up and down.

The pet name sent Yoongi in a frenzy as any and all coherent thoughts flew out of his mind and was overtaken by the feeling of Hoseok’s dick running deep inside of him. As if that wasn’t enough though, Hoseok decided that he must’ve really wanted to torment Yoongi as one of the man’s hands left Yoongi’s waist and moved to rub over his chest and settled into a position where whenever Yoongi moved up or down while riding Hoseok, his hands would rub against Yoongi’s nipples.

“Ah- Hoseok- if you keep touching me like that I’m gonna-”

“It’s alright, Yoongi. You’re doing so well.”

“Hoseok-”

With a look of pure sensual intimacy, Hoseok’s rich and textured voice uttered quietly, “come for me, Yoongi.”

The sensation of Hoseok’s hand constantly rubbing against his sensitive nipple, his hand gripping his waist, dick pumping in and out of him, along with his licentious words it didn’t take long for Yoongi to adhere to Hoseok’s command.

After a few more seconds, Yoongi found himself slamming down on Hoseok until he felt a blinding euphoric high consume his entire being. His head flung back in pleasure while his eyes squeezed shut before a trembling shout of utter obscenities flew from his mouth. The people below may have possibly heard his cry of pleasure but at that very moment, Yoongi didn’t care.

Hoseok came soon after with a few more pumps. His voice rang through the empty apartment as his hands held tightly onto Yoongi. The two rode out the rest of their orgasm, Yoongi slowly moved his hips over Hoseok while they looked intently at one another.

As the last bit of pleasure sauntered out of their systems, the gravity of what they had done now weighed heavy in the atmosphere.

Once a few minutes passed, Yoongi slid off of Hoseok’s lap and sat at the edge of the bed. The air hung heavy around them and when he tried to take a breath it felt as if he was being suffocated. “Um, if you want to take a shower the bathroom is across the hall.”

Hoseok was quiet for a minute until he mumbled a thanks and stood up from the bed. The two showered separately and afterward, Yoongi offered Hoseok a night at his place if he wanted to stay which the officer accepted.

“What about the speakeasy? Don’t you need to close up?” Hoseok asked after a few seconds of silence.

“Nah, Taehyung and Jungkook know how to close up the shop. Besides I’m sure they realized I wasn’t coming back down after 30 minutes had passed.

Hoseok chuckled softly to himself before moving towards the bedroom door, was he going to sleep on the couch?

“If you’re not uncomfortable with it, you can sleep in the bed if you’d like. That couch isn’t the most comfortable to sleep on.”

A look of conflicting hesitance flashed over Hoseok’s face before he nodded slowly and made his way to the unoccupied side of the bed before sliding into the covers next to Yoongi.

The two faced one another, the darkness of the night surrounding them but the confusion and caution in their eyes were as clear as the sun that would soon rise in the sky.

Yoongi knew they needed to talk about what happened but he had no idea where to start until Hoseok did it for him, his voice was low and quiet as a hint of tiredness clung to his tone.

“I don’t regret it, Yoongi.”

The man looked up at Hoseok as he feigned confusion, “hm?”

“Having sex with you- I don’t regret it.”

“You don’t?”

Hoseok shook his head as a soft smile graced his lips before lifting his hand from under the cover to caress the side of Yoongi’s face. “Nope. How about you?”

The man shook his head quickly, a small smile splintering over his lips, “I don’t.” The feeling of Hoseok’s fingertips brushing over his cheeks caused a blooming feeling of comfort to pass through Yoongi’s chest until it was quickly wiped away by his next question, “but what do we do now?”

“Now?”

Yoongi nodded, was this a one-time thing? It had to be right? There was no way they could have a relationship together with their conflicting goals.

“Whatever we want, Yoongi.”

Hoseok’s response pulled Yoongi from the burdening thoughts in his head as he stared incredulously at the seemingly relaxed man in front of him.

“Yoongi, jobs are just that- jobs. Do ours happen to conflict with one another? Yes, but that doesn’t mean it can stop us from seeing one another.”

“So this wasn’t a one-night thing? You want to possibly have a relationship with me?” Yoongi didn’t want to get his hopes up but the way Hoseok smiled so reassuringly at him, caused a flicker of optimism to sprout in his soul.

“Of course, Yoongi. Unless… you didn’t want to… which in that case I completely understand.” For once since the entire night, Hoseok looked a bit nervous as he began rambling about his imagined rejection.

Yoongi rolled his eyes at the man before lifting his hands up from the covers to cup the sides of Hoseok’s cheeks and bring him in for a tender soft kiss. Their lips pressed together gently as if adding any more pressure would break them.

“Let’s see where this goes, Officer Jung, alright?” Yoongi teased as a cocky smile graced his lips.

Hoseok’s eyes widened momentarily before adopting the same playful look on his face, his eyes gazing into Yoongi’s while his hand snaked around his waist, pulling Yoongi’s hips flush against his, “well alright Mr. Min. Let’s see where this goes.”

As the night drifted and slipped into the seamless light of the morning Min Yoongi, a speakeasy owner, and Jung Hoseok, a police officer slept soundlessly entangled in each other’s arms as the problems dwelling in New York City faded away into the depths of obscurity and irrelevance. Leaving only the promise of tomorrow with a new start hopefully for the both of them.

[cui-nisi]

Swimmin’ In Sinners (yg x hs) ||+18||

{one-shot +3 parts}

•Notes•

Pairing: Criminal Yoongi x Police Officer Hoseok

Genre: eventual smut, teasing, bickering, slight fluff

Summary: In the 1930s with the Prohibition Act in full effect, Min Yoongi, the owner of a local speakeasy settled in the heart of New York is barely able to make ends meet. But when the appearance of a mysterious and alluring police officer comes to shut down his bar, will Yoongi have to face the federal consequences of his actions, or will this sinner be able to swim in his desires?

Part 2 word count: 4,176

A/N: enjoy! No warnings apply to this!

Parts: one, two, three

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Act Two

The bar was unusually crowded tonight. Yoongi surveyed the dark shadows of faces that slipped in and out of the dim lights overhead. There were a few regulars here but among them was a sea of unknown features that occupied the bar and tables. Yoongi tried to recall a time when Taehyung told him about an event in the area but he couldn’t conjure up said memory. Maybe it was just one of those days when the stress of the world forced people to venture out into the streets of the city and see what was lurking just below its surface.

Yoongi sighed as he looked over at Jungkook who was standing behind the counter along with him. He was too scared to leave the 19-year-old alone behind a bar with expensive liquor and antsy patrons so he settled on observing the man and helping him along the way if he ever got stuck.

“Yoongi, could you remind me of what the recipe is for an El Presidente?”

The man turned to look at Jungkook who stood helplessly at the bar, a shaker in one hand with a bottle of gin in the other as he smiled sheepishly.

“Well for one,” Yoongi said as he walked over to Jungkook after grabbing a bottle of white rum, “El Presidente doesn’t have gin in it, kid.”

He handed the bottle to Jungkook who nodded his head nervously before taking the glass, “right. I-I think I remember now. White rum, dry vermouth, and orange curaçao right?”

“Nice to know that Taehyung is teaching you something in that apartment of his.”

A brush of red tinted the boy’s face before he began making the drink as the man of the hour rushed up to the side of the bar. His face was flushed with sweat and euphoria after the performance he had just given that received a standing ovation.

“Everything alright back here? Kook?”

The younger man turned away from shaking the El Presidente to smile brazenly at Taehyung, “I’m fine Tae so stop bugging out. I’ve got Yoongi here to help me.” Jungkook glanced at Yoongi as he flashed a genuine smile before turning back to Taehyung. “You were great up there by the way.”

Yoongi watched as Taehyung proceeded to lose control over his tongue as he floundered for words that drowned at the bottom of his throat. As cute as it was seeing the young lovers flirt with one another, those drinks weren’t going to make themselves and if Taehyung was serious about making that $20 back then he needed to “make track.”

“Alright, alright. I’m leaving Yoongi. I just wanted to check up on you two.” Before Taehyung dashed away to start up a new set he turned to Jungkook as a flash of adoration crossed over his eyes. “I’ll see you after this song, yeah?”

Before the younger could respond Yoongi gripped Taehyung’s shoulders and began pushing him away from the bar, “yes, yes, he’ll be seeing you. Now go get back on stage, Jesus.”

Taehyung laughed before finishing the rest of the walk up to the stage and through the crowd as he cued the band to start another song. As the melody of the trumpets and drums filled the air Yoongi sighed before turning back to watch Jungkook. He was a pretty quick learner but with the number of people at the speakeasy tonight Yoongi figured he’d step in to help take the rest of the orders.

Jungkook only glanced over at Yoongi before turning his attention to a customer as Yoongi began making his own rounds.

One royal Hawaiian, always a good choice. Two bee’s knees, classics. Four Brandy Alexanders, a local favorite. Yoongi set to work on the orders, wasting no time as he chatted with the patrons he had become accustomed to serving until he moved on to the next person sitting at one of the bar stools at the end.

As Yoongi made his way over to the man he immediately knew that he was not a local. If he was Yoongi would know, a face like his wasn’t something that could be easily forgotten.

“What would you like sir? Need a menu?” Yoongi asked once in front of the man whose attention was turned to the stage where Taehyung had begun to sing a Billie Holiday song.

The stranger turned to face Yoongi, his eyes rose up his body slowly before finally meeting Yoongi. The man’s eyes were dark and shadowed by the brown fedora on top of his almost jet black hair, his jaw was defined and while sharp also looked sculptured with a soft curve. When the man finally opened his mouth to talk his voice was smooth and contained as if keeping a few reservations hidden in his tone.

“What do you recommend?”

Yoongi shrugged as he did his best to slow the beat of his heart and flicked his eyes up to give the pretense that he was thinking about the question, “it depends on what kind of person you are, sir. If you’re the reserved gentle type then I’d recommend the grasshopper.”

“And if you’re the opposite?”

Yoongi lowered his eyes to gaze at the customer before him, it was hard to get a good look at his face but the tone of his voice gave slight goosebumps along his arms. His voice sounded in control as if he already knew what he wanted to order but was just toying with Yoongi with the deep richness of his tone.

“Well, if you’re more of the strong and resilient type I’d recommend a Scofflaw. It’s a cocktail with rye whiskey, dry vermouth, and grenadine. It has a citrusy type of flavor and a bit stronger in taste.”

“Then I’ll take that.”

Yoongi nodded as he made his way to the shelf that showcased all the liquor. He had never really questioned his sexuality before, he never had to after all. In his youth, Yoongi mostly dated girls, while he had a few brief stolen kisses with men his primary focus was on the opposite sex. But something about the stranger he had just talked to made his mind flip on its side in a way no one else had. Was it the curve of his pink lips? Lips that Yoongi so desperately wanted to sink his teeth into. Or was it the calm and collected voice of the stranger that Yoongi wanted so badly to hear call out his name?

No. No, it was none of those. He was just horny. That’s all it was, Yoongi thought to himself as he began mixing the ingredients of the drinks together and adamantly avoiding looking in the stranger’s direction. Jeez, if he was beginning to fall for his own patrons then it must be time for him to get laid, but not with the people that kept his lights on. Absolutely not.

With his dignity still intact, Yoongi made his way over to the man with his orange drink in hand.

“Hope you like it because we don’t offer refunds if you don’t.”

The stranger offered Yoongi a small smirk as he nodded his head in thanks before his hand reached out to grab the glass drink. Yoongi began to turn away before he could see the stranger’s reaction until he heard a voice call out after him in subdued amusement.

“Not gonna wait to hear any critiques?”

Yoongi smirked to himself as he turned his head to the side, “critique or not, I’ve got 57 cents outta you.”

“Figured a man such as yourself would be open to all sorts of opportunities to improve.”

“And what opportunities could you offer me?”

The slow melody of the jazz instruments along with Taehyung’s velvety voice drifted between the gap of the barstool the stranger was occupying and the counter Yoongi stood behind.

“Well, you could come back over here and find out for yourself.” The man responded after a minute had passed.

Who was this man? And why did he seem to have such a keen interest in him? Yoongi’s curiosity temporarily overrode his sense of duty as he felt himself draw closer to the mysterious stranger.

“How long have you owned this place?” The man asked once Yoongi was in front of him, his arms resting against the countertops.

“Long enough to read the people that come in here,” Yoongi responded haphazardly.

“Oh yeah? If it pleases you, may I get a reading?”

“For free?”

“How much you charge?”

Yoongi lifted a single eyebrow as a small smile graced his lips, “the price varies from person to person. I’ll tell you how much after I do the reading.”

The stranger chuckled softly, the glimpse of his white teeth almost blinded Yoongi before he began talking, “how’s about this? Let’s test out your reading before you empty my pockets to make sure it’s legit, yeah?”

Yoongi figured that was a fair trade and so he asked the stranger to pick out anyone in the room and Yoongi would provide an in-depth analysis of their character at one glance.

“How about him?”

Yoongi tried to follow the direction of the man’s pointed finger as he squinted his eyes, “the man with the booze dripping from his mouth or the man swinging his hat around?”

“Neither, and may I say your clientele is just impeccable.” Yoongi rolled his eyes at the man’s sarcasm as he continued talking, “I’m talking about the man with the two dames on his arm.”

This time Yoongi’s eyes snagged onto the man the stranger was talking about. Near the stage sat a table occupied with an older white man with two women strapped to his arm as they laughed at something the man had said.

“Oh, he’s most definitely married,” Yoongi commented after a moment and shifted his gaze to the patron in front of him who grinned mischievously at him.

“Why do you say that?”

“I can see the gleam of his wedding ring on his finger, by the looks of it, this is a pattern for him if he doesn’t even feel the need to take his wedding ring off anymore. He probably comes from old money looking at the vintage watch on his wrist and the perfectly tailored suit. He figured taking his two dolls out for the night to a speakeasy would be a thrilling entertainment for them with the prohibition act in full force.”

The stranger stared curiously at Yoongi with something indiscernible mixing within his eyes. “Alright, that one was easy. How about…” the man paused as his eyes scanned the blur of people that resided inside before supposedly snagging onto someone as he turned to face Yoongi once more. “Him. The man leaning against the wall.”

Yoongi looked up to search for the person matching that description but grimaced when he found him. “He has a hat covering half of his face and he’s halfway across the room. How am I supposed to read someone that’s not visible?”

“If you’re so good then you’ll be able to pick up on something. Unless you want to give up?” The man smiled at Yoongi cheekily.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes before sighing and turning his attention back to the man, his body was lean and tall yet it was clear there were muscles hidden underneath the slick black suit. He must’ve been around his age as he spotted the man wearing the newest hat going around in the magazines giving an indication that he also made good money. What person in their twenties is making good money right now?

This man perplexed Yoongi along with the man who had challenged him in the first place. Now that he was actually thinking about it, the two had many similarities between each other. They each sported nice clean suits, expensive and trendy hats, and refrained from showing too much of themselves, just who the hell were they?

“Give up?” Yoongi heard a voice call out to him, forcing his gaze away from the man leaning against the wall and instead to the patron in front of him.

Before Yoongi could respond, the sound of Jungkook calling him tore his eyes away from his current conversation to face the younger man who gazed at the stranger with interest before facing Yoongi once again. “Sorry for interrupting ya’ but we’re running low on rum.”

Yoongi nodded, a sense of relief washed over him as he gave one last glance at the stranger and made his way to the supply room hidden in Yoongi’s apartment. As handsome as the man was, something about him felt off and it was probably best they departed before he could get sucked deeper into the stranger’s games.

Momentarily forgetting about his previous conversation Yoongi’s mind began to drift to more important matters such as the rent while his hands shuffled through crates of alcohol until he found the bottles of rum.

Yoongi gripped the bottles but just as he was about to head back down into the swinging speakeasy he heard the sound of abrupt yelling followed by the sound of furniture being knocked over as a collage of screams and shouts arose from below.

Panic gripped his heart as Yoongi rushed out of the apartment and flew down the stairs and into the speakeasy only to be met with a heartbreaking scene. His once lively bar that was filled with music and relaxation was now filled with destruction and violence. A clamor of people ran about the bar pushing chairs and tables over. With so many moving parts Yoongi could barely make out what was happening until his eyes snatched on to Taehyung… with his face being pushed into a wooden table, his arms behind his back, as muted berated shouts escaped his bruised lips.

As if on autopilot Yoongi immediately made haste and rushed over to Taehyung to see him being held down by the older man he had observed in his little game with the stranger from before. Just who was this guy? Yoongi didn’t have time to ask that question as he lifted the bottle of rum still clutched in his hand and smashed it over the man's head.

Without a breath of hesitation, the man dropped his grip on Taehyung and fell to the ground in agony.

“Y-Yoongi!” Taehyung sputtered as he pushed himself from the table and stared at his friend, a mix of fear and confusion dabbling in his eyes.

“Tae- what’s going on? What happened?”

“I-I don’t know! One second I’m on stage singin’ and then the next a few guys get up and start shouting about having us under arrest! I’m pretty sure they were undercover coppers sent in to shut us down or something! As soon as he said that, the place went into a panic. I tried to get to Jungkook and you so that we could get outta here but then this buster here-” Taehyung gently nudged the man on the ground, “caught me.”

“Damn,” Yoongi cursed, he should’ve known the police would double-cross him, it was his fault for not being more prepared. “Alright, Tae. I want you to gather Jungkook and scram okay?”

“But what about-”

“You two are too young to be dealing with the law like this. Take the back exit, I’ll be fine I’ve covered most of my tracks, so just go! Don’t make me say it again, either!”

Taehyung flinched at Yoongi’s words as he hesitated to move, the conflict of the situation flickered in his eyes before he nodded at his friend and dashed off to carry out Yoongi’s orders.

“How sweet, criminals looking out for criminals.” A voice dripped in menace hissed from behind.

Yoongi swept around to be faced with the stranger from before, a cold smile plastered over his deceptive face.

“You’re one to talk, jackass. Look at what you and your goons did to the place?”

The man took a short uninterested glance at the chaos ensuing around them, people screaming, pushing, and clawing their way out of the building as broken glass and wood cluttered the floor.

“A dirty floor is the least of your worries if you don’t cooperate.” The man responded as he reached into his coat pocket to pull out a gleaming pair of silver cuffs.

Yoongi knew that it was futile to try to run and allowed for the police officer to link his wrists together behind his back and escort him to the car waiting for him outside. While he may have lost this battle, the war he was sure to win as he strategized the responses he would give once he was taken to the interrogation room where all secrets were to be bared and displayed for his ultimate crime and unjust punishment.

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As much as Hoseok hated to admit it, Yoongi was a hard nut to crack. He and Namjoon had taken him into custody an hour ago, and for 60 minutes straight the man had been giving them both radio silence.

It was clear that Namjoon’s patience was running thin as he rubbed his temples and took a sip from the room temperature water in his plastic cup.

“Alright, Min. We’ve been at this for an hour. This doesn’t have to be difficult. You could either tell us what we want to know and maybe lessen your punishment. Or you could sit there and just be tried in the court of law and face jail time. Which one sounds like the better option, hm?”

Yoongi’s critical eyes only stared emptily at Hoseok’s partner, an answer in itself to Namjoon’s question.

“Jail time it is.” Namjoon huffed in frustration while stalking away from the metal table.

With how easy it was to capture Yoongi, Hoseok figured breaking him down to confess and give extra information regarding his ledgers and suppliers he’s associated with would be just as easy.

But it seemed like the small man had his own plan when entering the station as he sat stiffly in his chair with his lips tugged into a narrow line. Just how long did he plan on keeping up this facade?

Hoseok didn’t care to find out as he pushed himself from his chair nestled next to the door and walked over to his irritated colleague.

Hoseok lowered his voice and turned his back to Yoongi as he talked to Namjoon, “Hey, why don’t you take a break? I can take over from here.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened before he snapped his head to the side to glance at the guilty party. “Are you sure? It doesn’t seem like he’s gonna spill anything. Let’s just let the Chief handle it.”

Hoseok shook his head as a small devious smirk crossed over his lips, “Nah, I can handle him. I think I’ve figured out a way to get him to crack so you just head on home.”

Namjoon gave his friend a dubious look, a silent question being asked between the pair as Hoseok stared back with determination in his eyes. After a tense second Namjoon caved with a sigh before nodding his head and opening the door, “good luck” he whispered before closing the door and leaving Hoseok alone with Yoongi.

Hoseok watched his friend’s retreating shadow before turning around to face the criminal. Yoongi’s eyes watched Hoseok like a snake tracking a mouse in a grass field. Despite the glare of the artificial light from the single overhead light, it looked like Yoongi’s eyes were glowering in an ominous shadow as the hint of a scowl praised his lips.

Hoseok mentally smirked as the first sign of emotion from the man was already revealed and Hoseok hadn’t even spoken to him yet, that was a good sign, his presence alone got under Yoongi’s skin. That would make it all the easier to get the information he needed.

“Let’s skip the pleasantries and get straight to the point, shall we?” Hoseok laced his voice in fake warmth as he peered down at Yoongi.

The man only sat still in his chair almost as if Hoseok hadn’t even said anything.

“How long are you going to keep this up?” More silence swelled the room with the lack of participation from the guilty, “do you really think your silence is going to protect you? We have enough evidence against you to have you locked up for a long time.” Again Hoseok was met with silence as he figured a change in tactic would suffice in forcing a response from the man, “the longer you wait, the deeper the trouble your friends’ll be in.”

The slight raise of Yoongi’s eyebrows told enough of a story, he had struck a nerve and he just had to keep running with the narrative until Yoongi finally caved. With this in mind, Hoseok sighed before taking a seat in the chair across the table and leaned back nonchalantly as he closed his eyes. “Without your word to say otherwise, it’ll be safe for us to assume that they were working under you and could face the same punishment you’ll receive.”

“You’re bluffing.”

The soft cold voice was like music to Hoseok’s ears as he held back a smile and simply shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. “Whether you want to take that chance or not is up to you. Of course, if you just gave us your list of ledgers and suppliers you’re in contact with, we could write off your friends' involvement as mere civilians caught in the fray who escaped in the scuffle. The choice is yours.”

“Bullshit. I know how you coppers operate.”

“And how’s that?”

Yoongi’s lips curled back in a scowl as his eyes narrowed dangerously at Hoseok who only raised a playful eyebrow in response. “I put you on payroll and you still try to shut me down. Justice my ass, you all are a bunch of criminals, not me.”

“My, my, such accusations. It seems like you’re reading us like a book, aren’t ya?” Hoseok abandoned his relaxed demeanor as his eyes gleamed with a devious shine while he leaned forward in his seat. “Speaking of readings, you never gave me mine. May I get it now?”

If looks could kill, Hoseok’s blood would've splattered over the brick walls with the glare Yoongi was serving him. His brown eyes looked almost like inky pools of darkness that not even the brightest light could penetrate, the curve of his eyebrows furrowed together and the way his teeth sunk into his bottom lip was sure to leave a bruise.

“You’re a man driven by a sick sense of power. Morals mean nothing to you if having control over another person is involved. In your perverted sense of justice, force remains supreme in the domination of others.”

Hoseok almost laughed at the intense reading Yoongi gave him as he stood up from the chair, a barely contained smile gracing his lips while he eyed Yoongi curiously. What an interesting interpretation. Hoseok never saw himself as a person without morals but the inclination that he liked to be in control and have the power to influence the behavior of others was tantalizing.

“I’ll admit,” the officer began as he strolled around the table, his eyes never leaving the criminals, “I do enjoy the rush of euphoria I get when in control over something. Or someone.” Hoseok now stood off to the side of Yoongi, a small smirk gracing his lips before he lowered himself to the side of the man’s ear. He felt him stiffen but didn’t move away, “but not in the sense you're thinking about, Mr. Min.”

“What bullshit are you spewing now?” Although Hoseok couldn’t see his face, the slight tremble in Yoongi’s voice was all he needed to confirm that underneath the seemingly raging exterior there was a certain… want… or yearning inside the man that piqued Hoseok’s interest.

“Nothing. Thank you for the reading. How about I give you something in return?”

Yoongi simply raised his eyebrow once Hoseok shifted to his original spot in front of the table. “You won’t be prosecuted, at least not right now. There was a mixup with the warrant. Consider this your lucky day, tonight you’ll be sleeping in your warm bed but remember that if you don’t take my offer that might change to a cozy metal jail cell.”

Hoseok’s mind briefly flickered over to the thought of Yoongi’s bed and what it must feel like with the man’s warm body heat enveloping the covers; how the shape of the sheets would assimilate to his lithe body.

Hoseok indulged in the thought for only a second before he shook his head to gaze at Yoongi who looked incredulously at him.

“I’ll escort you out. We’ll take the cuffs off and you can head back home. But just know that we’ll be watching Min, so be on your best behavior.” Hoseok winked as Yoongi responded with a seemingly infamous scowl before the two walked out of the room and into the disorienting hallways.

[cui-nisi]

Swimmin’ In Sinners (yg x hs) ||+18||

{one-shot +3 parts}

•Notes•

Pairing: Criminal Yoongi x Police Officer Hoseok

Genre: eventual smut, teasing, bickering, slight fluff

Summary: In the 1930s with the Prohibition Act in full effect, Min Yoongi, the owner of a local speakeasy settled in the heart of New York is barely able to make ends meet. But when the appearance of a mysterious and alluring police officer comes to shut down his bar, will Yoongi have to face the federal consequences of his actions, or will this sinner be able to swim in his desires?

Part 1 word count: 1,762

A/N: enjoy! No warnings apply to this!

Parts: one, two, three

-`ღ´- ~~~~~~~ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧~~~~~~~ -`ღ´-

Act One

The new decade brought in by the 1930s and ruled by Herbert Hoover for the second term was one of innovation. Clothing was changing: girls' waists were cinched and men’s hats were getting bigger and Hollywood had become a staple in the media and global influence. But for most, the 1930s was a time for rolling up their sleeves and getting to work after the ramifications of the market crash affected almost every household.

But for Min Yoongi, the 1930s meant a bad omen for his speakeasy. Even before prohibition, Yoongi had enough to worry about with the feds breathing down his alley and getting enough supplies to keep the business afloat. But once prohibition was passed everything was raised “to all hell.”

“Ah, but we’re doing alright, ain’t we?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he counted the money he made for the night. The dim lights did little to help him but his eyes had become accustomed to the stuffy dark atmosphere and still easily counted the bills stuffed in his hand. “If being $20 short is ‘alright’ to you then, yeah. We’re doing just fine, Taehyung.”

“Relax, will you? We’ll make it up.” Taehyung answered from the barstool in front of Yoongi. A bright glimmer shot across his almond-shaped eyes as his voice perked up in anticipation, “how’s about I go up on stage again? The crowd loved it last time and I’ve been rehearsing.”

A small smirk graced Yoongi’s lips at the thought of a hopeful Taehyung bouncing onto the stage to sing one of his favorite jazz songs. “As much I’d love for you to showcase your talent, I need you behind the bar.”

Taehyung’s smile didn’t diminish as he quipped readily, “Jungkook can handle it! I’ve been teaching him-”

“-Not with my supplies I hope.”

“Of course not, he’s been practicing at my place. He’s a pretty quick learner, Yoongi. I’m sure if you gave him a chance he could be more than a busboy!”

The urgency in Taehyung’s usually relaxed tone caught Yoongi’s eye as he put the cash he made into a white envelope. He rested his gaze upon the younger man in front of him, he was dashing with his chestnut swept-back hair and pink tongue darting out to lick his lips in anticipation.

“You’re really gunning for Jungkook, aren’t ya?”

Taehyung nodded vehemently, causing Yoongi to sigh. Even with it being the 1930s Taehyung had been upfront about his sexuality ever since the two had met and Yoongi was fine with it, being gay never affected Taehyung’s performance as a bartender and so he didn't make a big fuss over it. What did irritate Yoongi, was when Taehyung’s weekly crushes would distract him from his priorities and this week’s crush on the newly hired fresh-faced busboy from Missouri was beginning to rear its ugly head.

Yoongi always joked about Taehyung’s naive heart, who would always claim he had found the love of his life only to get bored and move on. Yoongi figured it would take a few more years for Taehyung to truly understand what love was, so for now, Yoongi let him carry on with his antics. But ever since Jungkook flashed his youthful smile Taehyung had been completely driven to have Yoongi promote him to a higher position. And unfortunately, Taehyung was a great persuader and a damn good bartender. At least good enough for Yoongi to trust him.

“You’re sure he can handle it?”

Taehyung nodded again, the smile on his lips widening as Yoongi hung his head to face the glossed wooden bar counter before lifting it to face his friend.

“One night. If he screws it up he’s back on dish duty, Taehyung.”

The younger man practically leaped out of his seat as he clamored over the counter to enwrap Yoongi into a tight hug before darting out of the room to presumably tell his crush the good news, leaving Yoongi alone to shake his head and finish cleaning the bar on his own.

As the man grabbed a dirty white rag from under the counter and began wiping down the countertops, memories of past lovers floated through his head. When he was young, ambitious, and free of crime (well most crime) Yoongi dabbled in the dating scene, leaving hearts behind and having his abandoned as well. Youth is a time for exploration, a blank canvas ready for the strokes of colorful paint to define it and that’s exactly what Yoongi did.

He couldn’t say he was mad at Taehyung for wanting to do the same (even if it was more impassioned) as when the nights were cold and Yoongi’s bed seemed especially empty, he couldn’t help but picture someone there to assuage his desires and put his neglected body at ease and send him down a river of nirvana.

Yoongi huffed a despondent puff of air as he finished up his daily routine of cleaning up the speakeasy before heading up to his apartment above the bar to sleep in a bed made much too large for one person.

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“Face it, Jung. Chief’s gonna fire ya.”

Jung Hoseok, who had barely any time to himself, was now dealing with the foolishness of his colleague who interrupted the one break the man had gotten all day.

With a tired sigh, Hoseok put his turkey sandwich down before gazing to look at his friend who sat across from him at his desk. A look of disheartened sadness was painted across his striking face.

“What’re you going on about now, Namjoon?”

“It’s not me you should be worried about. It’s the Chief.” Namjoon gestured over his shoulder to the Chief’s office whose blinds obstructed the view inside. “Told me to send you to his office after your break.”

Hoseok sighed as a small smile graced his lips, “well if he called me my break must be over then. I’ll see you on the other side.”

“I hope not!” Hoseok heard his friend call back to him as he made his way to the office.

He was sure Namjoon was just being dramatic as usual but figured coming in with a cautious and formal attitude would be a great start to a potential firing. As if the job market wasn’t already scarce, finding another would be damn near impossible with the economy the country was hassled in right now.

As Hoseok made his way to the door he went over all the possible things he may have done wrong. Was it when he screwed up that parking ticket? Or when he was scolded for being late (on account of Namjoon’s car breaking down), or for forgetting his badge when on patrol?

Soon the door to the office swung open after Hoseok knocked gently on it to be greeted by his Chief, a small smile plastered on his face.

“Jung, come in, have a seat. There are some things I need to discuss with you.” Hoseok did as he was told while the older man sat across from him at his desk that was adorned in family photos and awards. The smell of jet black coffee permeated the night air as the Chief continued talking, “you’ve been doing good the past few weeks, Jung. You’re a great officer.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“With all this mess going on with the economy people seemed to have lost their doggone minds.” The Chief commented, disbelief clear in his tone as he shook his head.

“Times are hard, sir.”

The man nodded, “yes, they are. Especially with this prohibition act. It seems coffee just isn’t the best substitute for the good stuff, you see?” He flashed a smile as a faint laugh escaped his mustache-covered lips.

Hoseok replied with a polite laugh of his own, but a life without alcohol sure as hell wasn’t a laughing matter when you spend all day filing paperwork and chasing criminals only to come home with nothing to take the stress off.

The Chief sighed as a sad smile graced his lips before he looked at Hoseok. A glimmer of something indiscernible in his eye, a sign that he was now getting down to business. “I didn’t call you in here just to bump gums with you but to actually assign you to something. Goes along with the prohibition actually.”

Hoseok nodded and leaned in slightly in his chair as the older man pulled out a manila folder from his desk and handed it over to Hoseok, “the federal government wants to crack down on speakeasies. Apparently, they’ve been popping up all over the country but especially in the apple. And as the NYPD, we gotta uphold the government's wishes.”

Hoseok tentatively listened until his eyes snagged onto something in the folder before he glanced up at the older man, “uh Chief? It says here that we’re-”

“-On a payroll? Yeah, we’ve been protecting some of the speakeasies, under the radar of course. They supply alcohol to some important people, Jung. But with the government breathing down our backs we’re going to have to close a few of them. We’ll take down some of the bigger names to set an example and leave a few of them to survive under our watch.”

Hoseok wasn’t paid to preach his morals, he was paid to do a job. So even with the corruption of the system that prided itself on justice, Hoseok simply nodded as the Chief began running down a list of extra information included in the folder before sending him away.

“So… when’s your last day?” Namjoon asked once Hoseok settled himself back into his seat and picked his sandwich up nonchalantly.

“You’re such a crumb, Namjoon. I should’ve known better than to trust a clown like you.” Hoseok chuckled before taking a glorious bite of his sandwich.

“What? Whaddya mean? I heard that-”

“You heard nothing so stop telling a story. I wasn’t fired.”

“You weren’t?”

Hoseok shook his head as a confused Namjoon slowly descended into his chair, a mix of happiness and confusion written over his face.

“So if he didn’t call you to fire you, what did he want?”

Hoseok offered his friend a small smirk and lift of his eyebrows before swallowing a bite of his food, “he gave me an assignment.”

Namjoon cocked an eyebrow as he leaned forward cautiously as if distrusting his friend's sudden smile, “what assignment?”

Hoseok flashed a full smile before leaning his head back on his chair and declaring with a light tone, “we, my friend, are going to take down New York’s biggest speakeasies.”