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House of Cards | Agust D | ONESHOT
🕑 Added 2023-06-13 20:34:46 +0000 UTC
Pair: CorruptDetective!AgustD x f!reader
Summary: Min Agust knew you were too good for him. He was too rotten inside, undeserving of someone like you. But selfishness was just one of his many flaws. Agust was greedy, he liked possessing things; money, gold, people. But you were by far the only thing he'd burn the world down before losing.
Genre: Oneshot, fluff, angst, smut, prequel to Mouse Trap.
Warnings: Porn with plot. Dom and possessive Agust.
WC: 9.2k
Living a double life was never in Min Agust’s life plan.
For a while, he wanted to be a basketball player, but he wasn't tall enough. Then it was his ambition to become an idol, but he refused to dance. All his life Agust had to hustle to make ends meet, picking up side grinds on top of his delivery job so he wouldn't have to choose between eating lunch or dinner.
It was through the twists and turns of a life of struggles that he ended up joining the police force, his ambition dragging him up the ladder of success until he reached his department's high chair as the best detective of his division in his early thirties.
It was that same ambition, and that same life-long struggles that corrupted him.
Doing what he did made it too easy. Who would suspect him? Who'd imagine that the top cop of the Seoul Police Department would be as rotten as he was?
He didn't act alone, Agust was a lot of things, but he’d never be a fool to think he could run his money laundering business all by himself, no. He had help inside and outside the force, he had dirt on important people, politics, businessmen, the common folk struggling as much as he had in the past. People with nothing to lose, and those that would die before getting their names dragged through the mud. So if Agust went down, he'd bring a bunch of people with him.
That's not to say he didn't have different kinds of struggles and nuisances at this point in his life. The more he gained, the more he controlled and the more he wanted, the more people had to take from him.
And Agust wasn’t particularly interested in sharing.
"Just fucking tell me, Namjoon." Agust had his phone pressed to his ear, protected by the solitude of his black car. The heated leather seats did nothing to relax his already aching body. "And give me a fucking name."
"They attacked the Triads." his right hand spoke with a fake calmness that didn't convince Agust for a second, the waver in his voice too obvious for someone as trained as Agust to miss.
"China?!" on the inside, he might be ready to bite someone's fucking head off, but Agust couldn’t lose his cool in front of his men. Even one as close to him as Kim Namjoon.
"Afraid so, boss. We're sending people there first thing to assess the situation and count the losses, but it's bad." the man on the other side sounded pained as little wheezes escaped him. "We think we know who-"
"Of course we fucking know, that motherfucker's been trying to take everything from me." Agust scoffed, interrupting his friend. "I want to know how he found out about China and the Triads, and how he found out it belongs to me."
"Yes, boss."
"When do we leave?" he wanted to know, pressing his pointer and thumb against his temples to try and send away a migraine.
"You’re coming?"
"Not that I don't trust you and your men, but on the off chance he's still there, I wanna take him out myself."
“I know, boss, but your–”
"Let me deal with her." he cut Namjoon again, sounding annoyed as he was forced to repeat himself. "When?"
"Park is visiting Si-hyuk. We're gonna take his jet, so just the time to get everything ready." Namjoon complied, albeit reluctantly. "I can send Guk to pick you up."
"I'll meet you there at sunrise."
Without another word, Agust dropped his phone to the seat beside him, grabbing onto the steering wheel with both hands, grip so firm his knuckles turned white.
"Fuck!"
Agust cursed, body jolting in his seat with the pent-up stress coursing through his veins. This shouldn't be happening. They're getting too close to him. Attacks on his safe houses and businesses that were a front to what was really going on were getting too constant. And he knew exactly who was doing it, who was hunting him. But Agust was no fucking mouse.
Funny how you can't even trust family these days.
He wanted to smoke, but Agust already had too much trouble to get rid of the taste and the smell of his last one, and he knew you hated it. Always twisting your pretty nose and refusing to kiss him if his breath smelled of tobacco.
And he really needed a kiss from you right now.
He might be the boss of the streets of Seoul, but you were the only one to ever make him feel like a king.
It was with a brain clouded with thoughts of you that Agust grabbed his phone and briefcase from the seat beside him and finally left his car, rolling his neck as he made the few steps to the home he shared with you.
The white walls and well-kept plants, the mowed grass and the polished stone path leading to the front door should not belong to someone like him. You should not belong to someone like him.
Not when, if things were to crumble, you'd be destroyed in the process. Your life, everything you worked for, would be tainted for being involved with someone like him.
His number one rule after he met you was to never let you get involved, never drag you into his world. You should never know who he truly was, for you were much too good for what he did, you were too good for him.
But selfishness was just one of his many flaws, and he couldn't let you go. Even if he knew the pain it would bring you if you found out, when he eventually got taken down one way or another.
The moment Agust unlocked the front door, the warmth and the smell of food hit his nostrils. It was like leaving his problems behind, the threats and worries turning into a muffled voice he fought to put to the back of his mind. As his phone slipped into his suit pocket and his briefcase met the floor, Agust’s back met the wood of the closed door and he took a deep breath through his nose, eyes closing shut.
“Baby?” your soft voice came from deeper into the home, but Agust was much too tired to call back. His eyes parted when he heard the small steps approach. “I knew I heard the door. Hi, my love.”
“Good evening, beautiful.” for the first time all day, his smile was genuine. “Come here.”
You looked like the picture of innocence in your cotton shorts and tank top, topped off by the fluffy, yellow cardigan that had belonged to him once upon a time; he had bought the colorful piece in an attempt to butter you up for missing dinner because of work, and you were always nagging him for only wearing black or white. He wore it once, for a walk in the park you dragged him into during a sunny Sunday afternoon, and let you keep it after it smelled of him.
“Rough day?” your arms wrapped around his middle as you raised on your toes to kiss his lips, then his right cheek, where the gnarly scar that crossed the right side of his face.
“Can I kiss your scar?” you asked him once, which made him frown and fight the urge to run away from you then. Agust tried to be offended, the pang to his stomach, laced with his own self-doubt and insecurities was very much present. But you were the same soft-spoken, sweet woman you were today, so he asked you “Why would you want to do that?”, instead.
“Because I like kissing beautiful things.” the reply had shocked him into a stun. You have kissed the worst part of him every day since.
“Same old.” Agust shrugged, reaching to touch the side of your face, thumb running against the apple of your cheek. When he caught the sight of a little dried blood peeking at the hem of his long sleeve, his hand dropped slowly back to his side.
“Kids giving you trouble with petty theft again?” you asked him with that same smile he fell in love with.
“When are they not?” he chuckled, craving you close, hands on your hips pulling you into him as his lips pressed to your forehead.
“Don’t go too hard on them, you never know what someone needs to do in order to survive.”
It was in times like this, the little things you said that showed how big and good your heart was that made him wonder just what you could possibly see in someone like him. How you had been the one to pursue him, to keep texting him even when his communication was faulty at best.
“Now go shower, yeah? You stink!” you giggled, pulling away from his arms as he tried to grab for you. “Then come down, dinner is almost done.”
“We could have ordered something, you know you don’t have to cook everyday.” when you rushed out of his reach, Agust bent down to pick up his briefcase.
“I like cooking for you.” you grinned, walking backwards and almost bumping into the hallway wall, making him chuckle. “Shower, mister!”
With a tired groan, Agust nodded. “Yes, yes, going now.”
Only when you disappeared around the short corner, Agust pulled his feet out of his black Oxford shoes and hardened his posture as he climbed up the stairs. The master bedroom was on the second floor, just at the end of the hallway to the left. Pictures of the two of you with friends and your family littered one of the walls, gallery style.
The smiling faces of Jimin, Jungkook and Namjoon were sprinkled here and there, reminding him every morning and every night just how deep this lie ran. His love for you, how you met, it was all real and genuine; your relationship together was something Agust never thought someone like him could have. But there was a side of him that you had no clue about, for your own safety, and for the very fact that you might leave him if you ever found out.
Agust closed the bedroom door behind him with a gentle click, unbuttoning his suit and vest and loosening the tie around his neck; funny how it didn’t help him breathe any easier.
Walking into the walk-in closet you shared, Agust pulled the door to almost close, just so he’d hear if you came upstairs looking for him. Crouching down in front of his set of drawers, the man opened the last one, where his many socks and underwear were neatly organized.
Lifting the fake bottom to reveal rows and rows of US Dollars stacked inside, Agust reached into his briefcase to get the new load and place the few thousands of dollars near the rest. Next to go was his matte black pistol, pushed to the very back of the drawer so he could get rid of it at a later time.
The barrel would still be warm to the touch, just as his own hands and suit would still be covered in gunpowder residue if tested.
After making sure the fake bottom of the drawer was in place and it was closed, Agust got up on tired legs and sore muscles and left the closet in order to walk into your shared bathroom.
The white and baby blue, tiled room was still a little steamy and everything smelled like your coconut and shea butter soap, telling him you must’ve showered just before he arrived. Agust would have loved to have dragged you up the stairs, say fuck it to the dinner and have you instead. But it wasn’t always a possibility and, as he undressed, the detective was glad you hadn’t offered tonight.
As soon as his suit jacket was off, the red streaks of dried blood were visible on the sleeves of the white dress shirt, when his black vest was pushed off his stiff and sore shoulders, a few splashes had caught on his stomach and chest. It wasn’t his blood, obviously, and he worked for the police force, but catching sight of so much blood would have made you ask questions.
Some he couldn’t answer.
His wallet, phone and badge stayed at the top of the counter and his clothes –save for his underwear and socks– were folded and placed into the dark bag he’d take to the laundry place; always with the excuse of needing his work clothes to be pristine and well ironed, something he couldn’t do himself at home.
The shower he took was scalding hot, enough to melt away the remnants of blood on his skin, loosen the stiffness from his limbs and wash away the hair products he had to apply so that his long hair could be well tamed during the day.
While wet, Agust’s hair was way out of his shoulders already, a length that was starting to be a little hard to maintain. Washing it took a little longer, getting ready for work was a little trickier. But you loved his long hair, so Agust kept it this way to make you happy.
Your happiness was so simple, it seemed.
Agust tried showering you with expensive gifts and luxurious trips at some point, your closet was filled with designer bags and your jewelry box only had the real stuff. But you never cared much about that. For you, a full day by his side was better than any ‘Sorry I missed your sister’s birthday dinner, here’s a Hermès bag’ stunt that he pulled in the past.
As Agust washed his body, hands lazily lathering his body with your soap just because he missed you a little too much during the day, his hand reached for his cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. Just for a little pressure, a little relief. He couldn’t help but groan and finish washing up a lot faster than before.
The detective found you in the kitchen as promised, facing the marble counter as you plated the ramen into two deep plates; the yellow cardigan slipping down one shoulder as you cut the boiled eggs in even halves, placing them in one of the bowls. Agust had dressed in black sweatpants and a white shirt, towel drying and finger combing through his hair so it got the slight curls you loved so much.
You didn’t even flinch as he towered over you, arms wrapping around your middle as his face hid in the crook of your neck and he breathed long and deep.
“Dinner smells delicious, kitten.” he spoke against your skin, smiling as it broke into thousands of goosebumps. “How about we forget about it and I eat you instead?”
“That makes no sense, and don’t even try.” you giggled, but the little gasp was still there, the little whine at the end of your sentence. “I know you most likely forgot to eat, so we need to get some food into you first.”
“First, huh?” he chuckled, kissing up and down your shoulder, making the yellow cardigan slip further.
“Well, if the offer still stands after dinner, I wouldn’t say no.” you shrugged, but Agust could almost see the blush on your cheeks in the reflection of the microwave in front of you. "Go sit."
"Yes, boss."
"Don't call me that." you groaned with a light laugh as Agust kissed your cheek before walking away from you. "I'm much too soft to be like you."
"Nothing wrong with being soft." Agust sat at the dinner table and his kegs thanked him for the rest. "It's one of the things I love about you."
"Bet you love my cooking most of all." you shot him a wink as you followed and placed the bowl of steamy ramen in front of him.
His gums were showing as his hand dragged up and down your thigh, stopping at your ass and giving it a light squeeze.
"I do love your food, baby, but you’d be surprised."
"Oh, I don't think I would." you giggled as you leaned down to kiss the top of his head before placing the red chopsticks next to his bowl on top of the table. “Is something wrong, my love?”
Agust must be frowning as he stared at the sticks, fingers reaching to take them in his hand and twirl it around to look at the golden chinese dragon engraved. “No, everything’s fine.”
You gave his shoulder a little squeeze as you walked back to the counter to take your own bowl, sitting on the chair to his right as he always took the head of the table once you were back, chopsticks a twin match to his.
“Did you see my brother today?” you asked in small conversation as you dug into your dinner to fish a piece of pork.
“Yeah, just in passing.” Agust nodded, bringing a scoop of noodles to his mouth. “Told him to come have dinner with us sometime.”
“Oh, that’s good!” you smiled looking at Agust with the sweet eyes he loved so much. “I worry about Hobi. He works almost as much as you.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” the detective’s eyes squinted, but you were unphased.
“It means that you, my love,” you pointed at him with your red sticks. “Work too hard.”
Agust had to agree with that, nothing he’d say could ever change your mind. He knew he worked too hard, but he had an empire to maintain. Something he couldn’t exactly tell you in order to explain just why he worked so damn hard.
To steer the conversation away from him, he asked:
“How was work for you?”
“Good!” you nodded with a mouth half full of noodles, eyes widening as you rushed to chew, showing him there was more you wanted to say. “But we’re working on implementing a new menu, which sucks.”
“What’s wrong with the current menu?” Agust frowned as he couldn’t think of a single dish at the restaurant you worked at that was less than amazing.
“Well, for starters, I came up with most of the current menu, so Chef Lee wants to change that.” you rolled your eyes in a cute way that made Agust suppress a grin.
“Want me to send someone to his house? Shake him a bit?” the detective asked with a wiggle of his brows.
“You speak like a mafia boss sometimes.” you laughed harder, shaking your head while taking a spoon to slurp some of the ramen broth. “Are you going to threaten him over unpaid parking tickets?”
“You never know what someone could be hiding, kitten.”
Agust stared you dead in the eye, making you squirm in your seat. When his gums broke out in a smile, you giggled again and started eating the rest of your dinner. Sometimes Agust wondered what would happen if he told you, how you would take it. The scariest part about that is that he didn’t think you’d walk away from him, he knew it would hurt you to find out about the other side of him, that he wasn’t as good as you believed he was, his family history.
But you wouldn’t go anywhere. Even if you should run for the hills and stay as far away as possible from him.
Your brother finding out about what he did on the side would be a different story. Hoseok, ever the black and white man, righteous and law following Hoseok, would kill him, no questions asked, if Agust got his sister involved in his secrets.
After dinner was done and Agust started feeling warm from the inside out, limbs a little sluggish and heavy, he got up from the table and brought the dishes to the sink for a quick rinse and to place them in the dishwasher. You always complained about using too much water and power, when you could just wash them by hand, but it was a small luxury the two of you could easily afford.
“Do we still have that wine from last night?” Agust asked you as he fiddled with the buttons and settings of the washer.
“Mmhmm, want me to pour you a glass?” was your reply as you walked to the fridge to retrieve the bottle of red.
“Will you have one with me?” he stood up to his normal height to open the glass cabinet to pick up two burgundy wine glasses, holding them by the thin stem.
“Of course, my love.” you smiled as sweet as the wine you were about to share, handing Agust the bottle and letting him tip the rich, dark liquid onto the glasses. “Should we bring the bottle?”
“I'm just having one, kitten.” he told you, handing you back the bottle in case you wanted more later. “Can't get drunk, I have an early day tomorrow.”
The new information had you faltering as you decided to put the bottle back in the fridge instead of bringing it to the couch area of the open plan kitchen and living room. You were pulling your yellow cardigan higher on your shoulder as you got back to him to take your glass and follow Agust to the couch.
Guilt was already making its way into Agust’s veins as you just looked so sad about his plans.
“How early?” your voice was a little meek as you sat down on the plush cushion, the light blue fabric a nice contrast to your clothes.
“Five, maybe six?” four, actually, but you’d still be sleeping and wouldn’t be able to tell when he slipped out.
“Ah.” you brought the wine to your lips to take a sip as Agust sat next to you.
“What's wrong?” the man wanted to know, his free hand resting on your naked thigh to rub your skin up and down.
“Tomorrow's my day off.” your shrug was minimal as you stared into your glass.
As if Agust needed any more reasons to feel worse about this.
“Oh shit, that's true, I completely forgot…” he sighed to himself, the wine on his tongue tasting a lot more bitter than he remembered.
“Can't you call in sick, maybe?” you tried.
“I'm sorry, beautiful, I have important business that can't wait.”
“Maybe I’ll pay you a visit at the station then.” you decided, filling Agust with dread. “We could have lunch together at that bakery you like–”
“You know how I feel about you coming to the station, kitten.” Agust leaned forward to place his tall glass next to yours at the coffee table, turning to you as he said: “That’s not a place for you.”
Not only that, but Agust wouldn’t be there. He’d be in China with his men, tracking down the fucker that decided it was a good idea to steal from him.
“Okay then.” you were about to reach for your glass once more, when he took your hand instead, bringing it to his lips to kiss your knuckles, searching for your eyes with his lowered ones.
“Don't be mad at me.” Agust placed kiss after kiss against your skin.
“Not mad. I appreciate how hard you work, and I do feel safer knowing you're doing such a good job and keeping the bad guys off the streets.” you assured him. If you only knew the worst of them all lived under your roof.
“But?”
“I miss you, that’s all.” your small pout made him smile and lower your hand from his lips.
“I'm here now. Won't you let me make it up to you?” he offered, thumb caressing the back of your hand.
“Usually you make it up to me after you do the bad thing.” you mused with a begrudging laugh.
“I'll do it again when I'm back, then. Or put it in the bank for future fuck ups.” he suggested with a small chuckle, scooting closer to push the cardigan off your shoulder again so he could kiss your skin directly. “God knows there will be more.”
“What are you thinking?” you were trying so hard to hold your ground, to stay strong when your body was already melting into him, giving in to his lips leaving wet kisses on your neck.
“Come here and let me show you.”
You sighed blissfully, allowing him to pick you up with arms around your waist to bring you to his lap. You settled easily, knees on each side of his hips, your height slightly bigger than his in his position, making your soft hair fall around your beautiful face as you looked down at him.
Agust pushed the strands behind your ears, a hand going to the back of your head to pull you down, but the squeeze of his fingers on your hair delimited how far you could go. He looked into your eyes, down to your lips, Agust studied your face, every trace and beauty spot; he knew it very well could be the last time.
Doing what he did, Agust never knew when his house of cards would come crumbling down.
“I don’t like it when you look at me like that.” you whispered, hands on his chest holding onto his shirt. Agust’s eyes snapped back to yours, a frown creating lines between his brows. “I know what it means.”
You knew, of course you knew. At least some parts of it. You knew his day job was hard and dangerous and that was enough to make you fearful for him. Agust could promise you he’d be careful, swear to you that he’d always come back at the end of the day. But you both knew it wasn’t as simple.
So instead of empty promises, Agust pulled you down to press his lips against yours. You melted into it, sighing and following his lead as his mouth moved slowly against yours, the tip of his tongue licking between your lips to ask for entrance. Your jaw relaxed as you allowed him to push the wet muscle into your mouth, chasing yours, rubbing your tongues together as he tasted the wine and you.
Your lips moved in practiced motions, twisting tongues and tipping heads to make it deeper and mind numbing. As the wet smack of your mouths filled the quiet living room, Agust let go of your head to trace the tips of his fingers down the sides of your throat, continuing down your shoulders to push off the yellow cardigan, dropping it to the floor.
When your hands returned to him, one of them slipped into his hair instantly, nails scratching his scalp, tearing a groan out of the man. The sound had you squirming on top of him, hips rocking and barely pressing against his growing erection.
Agust took your bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it slowly, hands on either side of your hips to angle you and place you closer to him, on top of his crotch. You mewled against his lips as you settled and felt his cock pressing against you.
“Agust–” you moaned, breath growing heavy with each roll of your hips.
“I know, kitten.” he smirked against your lips, letting the bottom one wobble back into place. “Keep doing that. Make yourself wet for me.”
You moaned as Agust knew the effects his words had on you. His back settled against the cushion behind him, head falling backwards as his lips parted and you kept moving on top of him, the drag of your clothed cunt on top of him making him pulse and fill with blood, twitching harder at each new sound you let out.
His hands were firm on your plump ass, squeezing the cheeks and guiding your hips to move slower, enjoy each push and pull. Agust’s eyes were closed as you gently traced a path with your finger, starting just above his right brow, all the way down to his cheek in a straight line.
You were outlining his scar, as you did sometimes, making Agust moan openly as his hips rutted up and against you. His eyes snapped open to see you smiling back at him, soft cheeks, small eyes that sparkled with so much adoration and love.
At that moment he knew, he’d burn the whole fucking world down to ashes for you.
“Fuck, come here.”
Agust’s hand reached for your neck to pull you down to kiss him; a needy, desperate kiss that was a mess of tongues, lips and teeth. Your hips never stopped, but grew a little slopier as you squeezed and tugged at his hair, moaned into his mouth and kissed him back with just as much greed.
The man’s free hand moved down your front, no modicum of class or patience with the way he pulled the front of your top down, spilling your breasts out of it. You gasped as he grabbed one of them, with a little more force than he initially intended. Your parted mouth allowed for his lips to latch onto your tongue and suck it into his mouth with a gentle bobbing of his head.
Your moan was softer as he held your tits in both hands, squeezing them, feeling their weight in his palms as he kissed down your jaw and neck to nibble at your collarbones. Your eyes were blown out as you looked down, finding Agust’s gaze already on you as he dragged his lips to one of your nipples.
A pretty frown took over your face as you bit down on your bottom lip, pleasure obvious as his pout closed around the hardened bud and he sucked as if he was starved. You were all moans and whines as Agust played with the nipple inside his mouth, sucking more of your tit into it, slow and firm circular licks around your sensitive breast making your eyes roll back.
“Please, baby, please–” your begging brought a smile to his face as he switched breasts to repeat the same exact actions to your other nipple, teeth pulling at it to feel you squirm. “Agust!”
“Let's go to the bedroom.” he told you between grunts after your breasts were sufficiently covered in him.
It took your clouded brain a couple seconds to make sense of his words, and then you quipped:
“Are we getting so old that you don't want to fuck me on the couch anymore?”
With a raspy laugh, Agust took a playful bite of your tit and said: “Your brother is coming over on the weekend, we won’t have time to dry clean it again. And I want to make a mess.”
“Don't want your best friend to know how well you’re fucking his little sister?” you teased like a little devil, but you looked like a goddess.
Agust’s mouth opened and closed as your hand slipped between your bodies and you palmed his hard cock. When he finally found his voice again, Agust groaned:
“Want to spare him the fact that his little sister is such a slut.”
“Mhmm, only a slut for you, baby.” you whined, small fingers squeezing his shaft over his sweatpants.
“Then be an obedient one and get this ass upstairs.”
The smack of his hand on your ass was loud enough to echo through the walls, making you squeal and get up from his lap. Agust gave you a few meters of a head start, following after you once you rounded the corner of the hallway and reached the stairs.
Your clothes were on the floor, creating a sinful path for him to follow. First, your white shirt in the middle of the steps, your shorts were right at the top of it, and your lacy blue underwear was around the doorknob of your shared masters.
Agust picked up the delicate fabric, turning it to swipe his thumb on the wet mess in the middle, the clear, stickiness clinging to his digit.
Kicking the door open, Agust let the garment fall from his grasp as he saw you on the floor, in the middle of the room, on your knees, thighs pressed together and your hands behind your back. Your head was lowered, but raised slightly as he approached you.
Always the defiant little thing.
When Agust first met you, years ago, introduced to you by Hoseok, you weren’t a virgin by any means, but you were quite inexperienced. You never had a cock down your throat, much less one up your tight, perky ass. Agust had claimed you in many ways ever since, staining you with his rotting touch, tainting you with his poison.
But how could he not? When you were the perfect little angel for him to corrupt? For him to ruin?
Agust pulled his shirt off, not minding the mess it made of his hair. His pants were next to go as he was left as naked as you. You were trying not to move, but Agust was well trained –not only for his job as a detective, but he was trained on you– picking up on the subtle way you pressed and rubbed your thighs together at the sight of him.
With one hand around his big cock, the man walked to you and stood in front of you. He parted his legs ever so slightly, stroking his shaft slowly as he guided it to your face. Your lips instantly parted, tongue sleeping out, ready to wordlessly receive him. His chuckle was dark and low as he slapped his hardness against your cheek. Your eyes closed upon impact, but you didn’t say a word.
“Look at you.” he praised, hitting your other cheek with two consecutive taps. “You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you, kitten?”
You only nodded, glossy, innocent eyes blinking slowly behind your lashes. But it wasn’t enough for him.
“What was that?” Agust used his free hand to angle your face up, so your gaze was on his. With that same hand, he gave your cheek a little slap, just as he’d done with his cock before. It obviously stung, pink blossoming on your skin, but you fucking loved it every time. “Words.”
“I’m yours.” you whimpered, tears forming on your waterline. “You can do anything you want, Pyeha.”
Your majesty. Fuck.
Agust’s fist closed around his tip as he twisted and flicked his wrist, moaning lowly in an almost growl.
"Open."
His order was followed as your jaw dropped and Agust tapped the flat of your tongue with his heavy cock, hips pushing and pulling him back and forth, dragging him in and out of your mouth, coming so close to the back of your throat, but never really slipping any further.
You were clearly disappointed about that, whining and threatening to close your mouth each time he pulled off. But Agust loved to toy with you, to use you for his pleasure just as much as his wicked amusement.
He took a step back and you pouted.
“Stand up, kitten.”
You wobbled as you obeyed too fast, still not reaching for him, hands still perfectly placed behind yourself. Agust circled you like a shark, using your saliva to tug and stroke his cock as he looked you over. Once he was in front of you again, he pulled you into him by your hips.
“You can touch me, baby.”
“Thank god.” you sighed, hands touching his lower stomach and dragging up and down, reaching his chest.
Agust had a few scars on his body, like one on his shoulder from a surgery he had in his late twenties, many more from life on the police force and for being targeted by dangerous people he stole from and outsmarted. But you never looked at him as if he was any less than perfect, you kissed and caressed all of his flaws, even the ones you couldn’t see.
You peppered sweet kisses all over his neck, tongue soothing the spot whenever you took a bite. Your hands roamed his body freely, nails leaving red lines at their wake.
“How do you want to fuck me, hm?”
“Desperate to have this pussy filled?” Agust teased, slipping his hand between your legs to cup your cunt. You moaned loudly and parted your legs, but just as his touch came, it left you just as quickly. “Want you to sit on my face first. And don’t leave before I have your cum in my mouth.”
“Yes, Pyeha.”
Agust kissed you long and slow before walking away from you to climb on your bed. He laid in the middle of it, placing a pillow under his head and propped his body up by his elbows, calling you to him with his eyes and the tilt of his head. You swayed your hips like a seductress as you walked to your shared bed, getting on your hands and knees as you climbed up his body.
You covered him in kisses, from his legs, to his hips, his stomach, ribs, chest, until you reached his face and smacked a loud one onto his cheek. You giggled like the sweetest, most pure creature on earth, once again making him wonder just how you could belong to someone as corrupted as him.
“No more teasing.” he told you through a ragged breath, face flushed and neck warm. “Wanna eat you.”
“Yes, sir.”
You turned around, throwing one leg to the other side of him, hovering over his face as Agust helped ease you down. Your body fell forward as you balanced yourself with your hands on his chest, pushing your ass out as one of his hands grabbed for it.
“You better keep that pretty mouth busy, kitten.” Agust mumbled with his mouth against your inner thigh.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” you crooned, moving your hands to each side of his hips to lower yourself until you were practically laying on his stomach.
Agust loved to feel you on top of him like this, skin to skin, the new position bringing your dripping pussy to exactly where it needed to be. He could smell you, groaning at the scent of your arousal, hands on each side of your hips to hold you steady as he opened his mouth to push his tongue between your folds and lick you up and down.
Your body jolted at the first contact, making his fingers press into your skin to keep you in place as his lips smacked against your pussy and his tongue explored you. You were so fucking sweet, like the ripest, juiciest, forbidden fruit. You were already moaning as if you were close and Agust hadn’t even started yet, smirk growing on his lips at how easy it was for him to drive you crazy.
His skilled tongue dragged up and down your slit, the very tip of it slowly circling your clit, flicking it only once before coming back up to lap at your clenching hole, slurping and swallowing the wetness oozing out of you.
As if remembering your own job, you wrapped a small hand around the base of Agust’s cock, lifting him up to your mouth. He felt your warm breath first, then the soft licks as if you were enjoying a lewd lollipop. Agust knew you were licking up the pre-cum dribbling out of his slit, moaning against your pussy as your lips wrapped around his tip and you sucked it into your mouth, soft tongue dancing in gentle circles as you teased him.
It took great effort not to fuck into your delicious mouth, so Agust focused on making you unravel in his mouth instead.
His lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked it with light pressure, making you squirm and moan around his cock in response. Agust lapped and dragged his tongue over and over and over the swollen bud, licking all the up to your hole to push his tongue inside you. Your moan grew louder as he stretched you around the muscle, licking your walls as his eyes closed with joy and he groaned at the taste and feel of you.
Pulling his tongue out, Agust stretched his neck and kept licking up, feeling you tremble in his hold as his wet tongue swirled around your puckered hole. Your whimper was honeyed as he rimmed you, licking your hole as his hands pulled your cheeks apart.
“Oh my god, Agust–” you cried out, hand lazily pumping his cock as your chest heaved against his lower stomach. “It’s hard to suck you off when you feel this good.”
“Want me to stop–”
“I will literally leave you.” your threat was empty and you both knew that, making him chuckle.
“Then get back to work.”
Instead of making it easier on you, Agust moved back to your pussy, finding it way wetter than before. Your lips were puffy and swollen under his tongue as he made out with your cunt.
Against all odds, you wrapped your lips tight around his cock, dragging them up and down as you sucked and licked around him. You felt so good, knowing all of his sensitive spots that it was a little overwhelming. Especially when you moved lower and lower, pushing past the construction of your tight throat.
Agust moaned around you as you bobbed up and down, pushing him deeper and deeper each time. He could feel your spit dribbling down his shaft, loving the feeling of being messy and wet and covered in you. When your hand joined your lips on the up and down movement, making him feel like he was all the way inside your mouth, and your free hand slipped between his legs to cup and gently squeeze his balls, Agust’s lower stomach tensed.
That’s when he knew he better make you cum now.
The man under you doubled his efforts, licking you up and down with newfound hunger. His lips, chin and some of his cheeks were already covered in your arousal, making him growl and bring your clit into his mouth. The sucks and swirls of his tongue were well timed and constant, repetitive motions to make your hips buck as you subconsciously rubbed your cunt against his mouth.
He could feel you clench as your legs threatened to close, the vibrations of your unabashed moans around his cock making him twitch and throb painfully inside your mouth. When you pulled him off of your lips, letting him fall against his lower tummy with a wet splat, Agust knew you were close.
“Gonna cum, baby, please–” you warned, forehead resting against his hipbone as if keeping yourself upright was too much effort. Agust’s mouth and tongue worked you into oblivion and you practically screamed his name. “Agust… Agust! I’m cumming, baby, don’t stop–”
Your pleas and whimpers were music to his ears, making Agust hold onto your ass with a steel grip, hoping for pretty bruises. He felt you clench and shake as he brought you to orgasm, body twitching on top of his as you creamed all over his tongue. Agust swallowed audibly, licking you in slower and fluid motions to stretch your climax as much as he could.
You started trembling and moaning softly as you fought for your breath, whimpering as it became too much, giving Agust a bite to his lower stomach.
“Ouch!” he complained with a laugh. “Don’t bite me, brat.”
“Kittens bite sometimes.” you crooned, sounding a little silly as you giggled.
“Bad kittens don’t get treats.” he warned, tapping your ass so you could move off him.
You simply rolled off of Agust, plopping to your side on the mattress. The man sat up, looking at your swollen lips from sucking his cock, a little bit of his own pre-cum at the corner of your lips. And he looked even worse than you, for sure, your cum all over his lips and chin.
“Come here, handsome.” you cried, stretching a hand towards him in a beaconing motion.
Instead, Agust held your hand and pulled you up into a sitting position, grabbing you by the back of your neck to kiss you hard and deep. It was sloppy and wet, tasting your cum on his own lips and himself on yours, with small hints of the alcohol that was still clinging to your tongue. You moaned and clawed at the planes of his chest, making him retaliate and bite onto your bottom lip.
“Can you take more for me, kitten?” Agust mumbled against your lips as you kept messily licking at them. “Can I fuck you nice and hard?”
“Please, sir.” you moaned and started to distance yourself from him. “Let me turn–”
“No, baby, want you like this.” he stopped you from moving away with a firm grip on your hips, loosening his hold as you winced. “Want you to ride me.”
“Anything you want, Pyeha.”
During the first months of you hooking up, and even longer before that with his sexual partners, Agust preferred to fuck you from the back. Either on all fours or on your stomach. Just because he hated the awkwardness of fucking someone while looking them in the eyes, the intimacy that came from it was always too much for him. Not to mention the fact that his lovers tended to stare at his scar, sometimes with disgust, so Agust much rather avoid it all together.
With you, especially after years together, it was different. He liked nothing more than to see the pleasure in your face as he fucked you over and over again.
You still offered to turn and present yourself to him every now and then, for his own comfort, even if he never really told you about his reservations. But somehow you just knew. And you lit up every time he denied it and asked to look at you instead.
Agust pushed the pillows against the headboard and sat with his back resting on them, stretched legs in front of him as he helped you sit on his lap. The man was a lot more gentle with it, noticing the purple marks on your skin from the bruises he left there earlier.
Your hand went to his cock as you spread his pre-cum up and down, getting him ready for you. Agust bit his bottom lip as you squeezed and pumped him, as if he wasn’t impossibly hard already.
“Let me prep you, kitten.” he told you, but you shook your head, bringing him to your cunt.
“No need.” the hand that wasn’t around him was on his shoulder as you hovered over his crotch. “Just play with my clit.”
“Fuck.”
Agust moaned as he felt your wetness coating his tip, with your swiping movements as you dragged him back and forth, teasing the two of you. His fingers found your clit and you whimpered at how sensitive it was, so he slowed down the flicks, switching with slow rolls against it instead.
“So fucking big–” you crooned as his tip got caught in your entrance and you started to sink down. “Fucking hell, Min Agust!”
“Don’t nag me as if you didn’t love it–” he growled, deep from his throat.
“I’m a weak woman.” you shrugged, teeth sinking in on your bottom lip. “Faster, please. Hurts.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re so damn stubborn.” he bickered.
You frowned and pouted, making Agust relent and roll your clit in tight and faster circles so you could focus on the pleasure and not on the stretch. You felt impossibly tight and while it did feel amazing from his perspective, he could tell you were being brave, pushing through the pain of the stretch.
“You’re doing so well for me, kitten.” the rolling and rubbing on your clit never stopped as he leaned over to kiss your neck, licking your salty skin to make you moan. “Always taking your king so well, hm?”
“Yes, yes, fuck, Agust–”
“Just a little more, baby. Keep squeezing this fat cock just like that, fuck.” Agust’s free hand was around your waist, making sure you didn’t go any faster than you could take it.
When you lowered yourself the rest of the way, your nails were sinking into his shoulders, leaving crescent moon indentations on his skin. He groaned from the pain and the pleasure it brought him, holding you against his chest with both arms.
For a little while you just hugged and held onto each other like that, skin sticking to each other, chest heaving and pressing together. Agust let you get used to him, perfectly okay with just enjoying your warmth and the fluttering of your walls around him as you adjusted to his girth.
His face was hidden in your neck, nose dragging against your skin as he could smell more of himself on you, instead of your coconut and shea butter scent.
“Let me look at you.” you softly whimpered, hand slipping into his hair.
Agust didn’t say anything else as he pulled back and leveled his face with yours. That smile was back, paired with your gentle touch as you touched the side of his face, thumb tracing the scar on his cheek, caressing it as if it was the most delicate flower.
“I love you, Agust, please know that.” you pleaded and he almost missed the twitch in your eyes, the worry you tried to mask. “No matter what happens in the future, know I do.”
“What are you talking about, kitten?” Agust couldn’t help the drop in his stomach as he tried to make sense of your words.
“Just that.” you wheezed, giving his cock a squeeze with your inner walls, but Agust didn’t know if it was involuntary or not. “Say it back? Please?”
“I love you.” he told you the words that had always been hard for him to say. “I love you so much.”
That’s all it took for you to moan and properly plant your knees on the mattress, starting to move your body up and down. You went about it slowly and carefully, seeing if it hurt. Before Agust could tell you to slow down, your lips met his.
He parted his mouth for you with a moan, letting his tongue lick into your mouth, desperately searching for yours. You were holding onto his shoulders as you moved your hips to pick up your pace, movements aided by how wet you were, making the side easy. Agust was holding you by your waist, hips working in tandem with yours to fuck up into you in long and slow thrusts.
“Oh god.” you cried as he hit your sweet spot with each slow drag, moaning openly when staccato thrusts had his tip nudging it over and over again until you could no longer move. “I was trying to fuck you, Agust.”
“I know.” he grinned, lips against your own. “Let me.”
You nodded and Agust pushed your hair away from your face, the few strands that had stuck to your sweaty skin. He kissed your forehead, your cheeks and your lips, positioning you just slightly upwards, giving him space to work.
Agust’s hips moved with the fluidity of a dancer, fucking himself into you with practiced movements, the drag and push of his hard cock, hitting all of the special spots that made you see stars. Your brows were pinched as your lips were parted, soft moans constant and sweet, spurring him on to make you feel even better.
His pace was constant and rhythmic, the noise of skin hitting skin making his ears buzz and his heart beat so fast inside his chest it felt like he was running a marathon. And he could already see the finish line as he watched your own pleasure bloom in your pretty face.
You squealed as Agust lunged for you, dropping you down onto the mattress as he laid above you and between your legs. Your ankles linked behind his back, pushing his cock impossibly deep inside you. Agust alternated between rolling his hips and grinding into you, only to push back and ram himself into you once more.
Your hands tangled in his hair as you pulled him down to kiss you, teeth catching on your bottom lip to make you squeeze him harder.
“Oh, shit, just like this–” your back bowed off the mattress as he began to fuck you harder, body squirming under his, tits bouncing on his face as Agust leaned down to kiss between your soft mounds. “Baby, oh my fucking god–!”
Agust was on top of the world with you writhing underneath him, drilling into you with fuller thrusts, his moans were heavy with lust and mixing with your cries of pleasure. With a sharp gasp, you slapped his chest and your eyes rolled back, pussy spasming around him, trying to suck him in, swallowing him whole.
“Gonna cum again, hm?” he teased, hoisting his body up on his arms, biceps bulging with his own weight, looking between your bodies to watch his cock come out covered in your slick, only to push it back in as deep as it would go. “Look at this cunt milking me up.”
“Want you to fill me.” you cried as you held onto his arms for dear life, gaze never leaving his face. “You’re so fucking beautiful, oh my god.”
“Am I fucking you so good you’re getting a little crazy?” his pace turned inconsistent as the long day started to get to him, the tiredness of his heavy bones. Not that you seemed to mind, so close to your next high.
“J-ust ho-nest…” you stuttered through the snaps of his hips. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum!”
“Yeah you are.” Agust brought his left hand to your clit, the one that was dominant to him, and rolled and pinched your abused, swollen bud. “Gonna cum all over my cock and then I’m gonna stuff you full.”
“Yes–!”
You moaned and arched your back, eyes scrunched shut as Agust watched you tense up and tremble. Your pussy squeezed him so tight it was hard for him to keep his pace, fucking you long and hard and completely stilling once he felt you orgasm around him.
His came right after, shooting his load in sticky strings deep inside your pussy, spreading his warmth and planting his seed right where it belonged. The man collapsed on top of you with an oof! and you hugged him by the neck, sweet kisses being pressed against his scar as you mumbled words of affection and praise of how full you felt, how you would keep his load inside, how he took care of you.
Agust flipped the two of you to your sides so he wouldn’t crush you too much, holding you into his chest as if he was holding his own world. You snuggled into him with blissful sighs, peppering kisses all over his chest as your arms wrapped around his middle.
Agust couldn't think of many moments in his life where he ever felt so alive and so absolutely terrified as he did right now. He stared at death in the face and laughed at it, he watched as life left someone's eyes, couldn't remember just how many times he was the one to take it.
But you. You had the most power over him and you had no idea. Agust would do anything to keep you safe, to keep you in his arms for as long as he could.
If he only knew…
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Andredayyy
Omg oorn with plot but why the plot intriguing?! What's she gonna do????
