Short And Sweet (Yg X Black Reader)

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.

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.

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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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.

❦ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ❦

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.

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.

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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.

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.