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author note: 100% inspired by that scene between donna and harvey in that first ep of suits.Â
summary: youâve always been able to predict jeonghanâs needs.Â
pairing: yoon jeonghan x gn!reader
word count: 259
Jeonghan had many things to be grateful for in his life. His family, friends, education. But right now, he is currently most grateful for you. His most loyal legal secretary. The both of you had been bound together since he became a partner at his very first firm all those years ago.
So when he approached your cubicle, he really should have known you would have everything under control.
âHey do you have â â
You slide the files into his first hand. Â
âAlso I havenât had time to ââ
An iced Americano is placed into his other hand. Thereâs a little smirk on his face, tugging at the corner of his lips.
âMarry me?â                 Â
You respond without even looking away from your computer screen, a smirk curling the corner of your lips. âIâve already taken care of that. Weâve been married for seven years,â Thereâs a faint chuckle as Jeonghan walks away and Chan stops right behind your screen. His eyes are curious and you can see all the questions ready to be asked. You raise an eyebrow.
âHowâd you know he needed any of that?â
You shrug your shoulders. âHeâs Jeonghan. After a while you start noticing the patterns in his habits.â
âNo way.â
âWay. Now go. Isnât Seungcheol handing out case assignments to the associates today?â
You hear Chan curse as he stumbles and scrambles back to his own cubicle, hoping to land an assignment before they disappear. You also wonât let Chan know that your extensive knowledge regarding Jeonghanâ habits may or may not extend outside business hours.
Can we get detective Aomine, who gets assigned a female partner but from the start they're always at each other's throats. During an undercover case, reader has to be super flirty and Aomine gets all jealous and mutual confessions ensues. Maybe some sexy times at the end? :') Sorry if this is too specific, feel free to come up with your own interpretation! I'm such a huge fan of your work Sam and I'm so excited that you're opening your askbox even just for a little while!
ngl idk what im doing here but this is the last request in my inbox so i wanted to finish it haha pls enjoy (not proofread so excuse mistakes) - also my first time writing smut in like years so forgive me!!
Sometimes, Aomine thinks that if he isnât a law and order professional, he thinks he might actually commit murder and hide your body away in some undisclosed, obscure location. Most of the time, you feel the same way about him.Â
The two work in different divisionsâAomine in homicide and you in robbery. The two divisions have always been highly competitive especially given how much overlap you both encounter. Things can get territorial, but their teams are used to your snide remarks and Aomineâs verbal assault. Itâs just the way the world works.Â
After all, the two of you were in the same graduating class. You, a valedictorian by books. Aomine, top of the class by combat. Itâs natural that the two of you are so competitive with your conflicting personalities.
The two of you may have also fucked at some point.Â
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âIâm not fucking working with her, are you kidding me?â Aomine spits out at his boss. Any other person wouldâve been kicked out of the room or probably fired, but Aomine is the best detective in his division so Akashi would never do such a thing. For now. Aomineâs been wearing his patience thin.Â
The red-haired man sighs, folding his hands together atop his desk. âAomine, I understand you both have had your immaturity in the past. This, however, isnât the time for such trivial matters. Thereâs a double homicide downtown during a robbery. Sheâs the lead for the case on the robbery end because theyâve been tracking a series of these.â Aomine opens his mouth to argue again. âNo more buts. Sheâs already down there getting witness statements. Unless you want to be behind again, I suggest you get in your car and start driving.âÂ
He grits his teeth. Breathe. Donât strangle your boss, heâll probably kill you first. âIâll take Wakamatsu.â
By the time he arrives on the scene, a crowd has gathered behind the police line, snapping pictures in the hopes of getting something Twitter worthy. He growls past all of them and ducks underneath the tape. âWhereâs the officer that called it in?â
âInside talking to the detective.â
âIâm the detective,â he snaps right back, knowing full well youâre already three steps ahead of him. And you definitely wonât let him forget that.
He marches past the thick front doors, Wakamatsu in tow. From a distance, he spots you talking to another officer. When he finally approaches you, he realizes that youâre in a skin tight dress covered by an oversized police jacket.
Your name slips past his lips. âDid we interrupt a hot date?â He smirks.
You whirl around, knowing full well the irritating voice that grates on your nerves. Aomine Daiki. âUnlike you, I have actual friends and actual plans on a Friday night. Did you decide to give your wrist a break for the night?âÂ
Aomine bites back, âWell, itâs not getting much rest either when I had my fingers knuckle deep in something tight and wet tonight.â Complete lie but heâs not about to lose this battle. âNot sure you know how that feels though.â
âIf youâre talking about the pudding in your fridge, you might want to ease up on that. Doesnât look like itâs doing you any favors,â you smile right back at him, knowing full well youâve won this argument.
Aomine growls low under his breath, jabbing Wakamatsu hard with his elbow when he hears the snort escape him. âBrief me on the situation,â he tells the police officer.
âWell, uh, I already told this detective hereââ
âIâm the other detective in charge for homicide. Now, you better fucking brief me before I tell your captain.â
The guy glances at you warily and you just laugh. âTold you he hasnât gotten any in a long time. Come on, sugar, Iâll brief you on the way down to the vault.â You curl your finger in a gesture to get him to follow you and he sucks up his pride for the first time and do as heâs told. If he solves this case, he still gets the credit and you can go back to that sewer where you came from.
There are two bodies at the vault and forensics are already working to collect evidence when they arrive. âYour area of expertise, double homicide. Both are surprisingly the robbers. Four of them broke in, only two were seen exiting with money bags. No other casualties.â
âFucking weird,â Aomine mutters. Itâs not new for robberies to go wrong, but for two of them to die with no civilian casualty? Thatâs fucking weird. Â
âInteresting, isnât it?â You grin, seeming way too pleased considering there are two dead people in front them. âThe ammo is the same as the previous bank robberies in the area. Weâre going to assume theyâre linked to the Red Dragon clan.â
âFuck,â he groans, âI fucking hate those guys. Bitches to deal with. Hard to infiltrate.â
You flick your hair over your shoulder, grinning at him. He canât help but draw his gaze to your neck, a very attractive neck. Now that he notices how tight that dress is, he canât help but admit that it has been a while since heâs gotten any action. The curves of your breast defined so clearly by the fabric that stretches across the mounds, the flow of your hips, every dip and rise. Your exposed legs further emphasized by your heels. God fucking damn. He feels his pants tighten as he licks his teeth. Get it together, Aomine.Â
Of course, the clothes do nothing to remove the memory of your nude body from his mind. Heâs seen all parts of you some time ago. A drunken mistake that ended in a brief, but extremely satisfying night of passion. Your tight pussy wrapped around his cock, your nails digging into his biceps. He can still picture the sheen layer of sweat on your skin as he rams into you, your broken moans falling from your lips.Â
âWell, lucky for you,â you start again, pulling him out of the hazy cloud of lust. âI already have someone on the inside. Theyâve set up a meeting for me tomorrow night meet with the headâs son. Iâll try to get some information done.âÂ
âLucky for you, Iâm free tomorrow to be your backup. Youâre welcome,â Aomine smiles, âDonât fuck this up. I donât feel like cleaning up after your ass.â
âI should say that about you, asshole.â
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Aomine is sat in a dingy van just across the street from the bar youâre having your meeting. Youâve hidden your mic in the perfect spot, a location which you do not disclose to Aomine. However, he has a feeling itâs somewhere promiscuous that he wants to be aware of. They can see the restaurant clearly, their brat hacker Sakurai having plugged into the restaurantâs security cameras.Â
âShut the fuck up, Aomine. I can hear you munching on your stupid sour cream and onion chips.â You mutter into your mic before the guy arrives. You sip your wine and take a deep breath. This isnât the first time youâve gone undercover but it is the first time to have Aomine behind you while you do so.Â
The detective looks down at the can in his hands. Sour cream and onion. How did you know? He sets it aside, bringing the mic up to his lips. âMaybe you should do your job better and focus on your meeting instead of listening to me. Why are you so obsessed with me, hm?âÂ
However, a manâs voice on the other side of the headphones has him straightening. âGood evening, I didnât expect to be meeting a lovely lady like you tonight,â the sleaze says and Aomine can just imagine him kissing your hand. âWhen Tanaka said Iâd be meeting with the right hand of White Claw, I didnât expect it to be a woman.â
âWell, we are moving up in life, Mr. Ito.â
âYour good looks are certainly quite persuasive. Iâm sure there are ways you can convince me to strike a deal.â
Fucking. Sleaze.
âOh,â you laugh lightly, âwhat a flatterer. Youâre not so bad yourself. I can imagine people fall at their feet for you.â
âWell, I am quite knowledgeable in more ways than one. Perhaps I can show you tonight after dinner.â
The two banter back and forth, trading flirty comments that puts Aomine on edge. Youâre supposed to be doing your job and he knows that. He knows this is all an act but youâre a damn good actress.Â
âAomine, where are you going?â Wakamatsuâs concerned voice carries through the speaker.
You freeze. This fucker better not screw this whole operation up. âWell,â you say, âthis has been a lovely dinner. Iâm sure we both can come to an agreement without doing anything reckless.âÂ
The double meaning, a sentence meant for the man across from you and the man listening to you rings clear. Aomine growls, sitting back down petulantly in his seat. He was about to rage in there and start a war, but holds himself back. Be professional, Aomine. Job first, dick needs later.Â
âThe same to you. Itâs been a pleasure meeting you,â the man smiles. âAre you sure you wonât join me for the night?â
Aomine snarls low into his mic. Wakamatsu shoots him a weird look. You let out a little giggle and he knows itâs meant for him. âNo, thank you, Mr. Ito. Iâm afraid I have other commitments to tend to.âÂ
When he knows itâs safe, he storms into the restaurant where you still sit, sipping your drink. Sliding into the seat across from you, he rolls his eyes. âEnjoy yourself?âÂ
He didnât see when you were set up with the mic earlier so he also hadnât seen what you were wearing. Heâs almost grateful because he knows he mightâve lost it if he did. Tight ass dress, deep neckline that shows ample cleavage (heâs always a sucker for this), sultry eyes, red lips. God, all his favorite things packaged into one.Â
Your lips quirk up. âThe breadsticks here are quite nice.â
âFucking hilarious. Letâs go.â
âWhy the hurry?â
âUnless you want Wakamatsu to hear me fuck you, you better dump that mic and get your ass up.â
You lean back, narrowing your eyes at him. âIâm not sure I like your tone.â
âTrust me, you donât have to like my tone to enjoy what Iâm going to do to you.â
Licking your lips, you consider your options as you bring the wine back to your lips. âFine,â you mutter, unclipping the mic from the strap of your dress. Aomine moves faster though, snatching it from your hands and dumping it into the wine. Before you can protest, he already has a hand wrapped around yours, tugging you up from your seat and into the back room.Â
Youâre stumbling in his manic rush, heels barely keeping up with your movements. âAomine!â You chide as he pushes all the way to the employee break room. The space is fortunately empty and Aomine locks it to make sure it stays that way. âCan you please stop?! Youâre such a caveman, Iââ
Heâs quick to shut you up, swallowing your words with his lips as they slot over yours. He doesnât waste time, shrugging off his leather jacket as he licks your bottom lip for permission. You gasp a complaint, but he takes advantage of the situation to stick his tongue in, pressing it up against yours.Â
All your worries fall away into a moan as he separates from you only to gasp for breath and pull his t-shirt over his head. With nimble fingers, heâs unzipping the back of your dress and yanking it down, leaving your top half exposed. Shivering, youâre about to voice your disapproval but your brain seems to stop functioning the second your gaze lands on his tanned body.
Aomineâs always been attractive. No one can deny. Thereâs a reason why heâs simultaneously the precinctâs most eligible bachelorette and most insufferable jackass. His confidence matches his skills. His looks live up to his brags. Hard lines and shadows are painted on him like a masterpiece in a museum. His broad shoulders make him look even bigger with his height. His jeans that hang just low enough to be tantalizing with the hint of a v that leads to the space between his legs.Â
Your mouth dries up at the sight and Aomine smirks knowingly. Youâve fallen into his bed before, he can make it happen again. âTake a picture, itâll last longer.â
âFifth grade humor doesnât become you, Aomine.â You scowl as he backs you up against the table in the middle of the room. He effortlessly grabs you by the ass to lift you up and onto the surface, the metal cool against your exposed thighs.Â
âDid you dress up for me, doll? Knowing full well that this was going to happen,â he grins devilishly, bringing his hands up to shamelessly cup your breasts.Â
Itâs not as if youâre embarrassed for being so bare before him. Youâre proud of your body and he damn well knows that. You let him fondle you through your bra for a little bit. âNo, you animal. I dress for the job.â
âYou tell me you wear this flimsy thingââ he teases the light coverage of your lingerie. The lace is sheer and barely covers your nipples, the material holding onto your breasts for dear life. ââfor the job?â
âI do my job right, asshole,â you spat right back. âSo are you just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me?â
A wide grin stretches across his face. The heat in his eyes carry to his hands as he works to unclasp your bra and let it fall to the ground. Aomine doesnât waste time as you lean back on your palms, granting him full access to fondle and suckle on your tits. His tongue swirls around the sensitive nubs that have grown stiff in the contrast between the cold air and his warm breath. His teeth graze the sensitive skin hard enough to have you groaning in pleasure. His lips close in around them and suck. He uses his hand to tease and tug your other breast, pinching it to elicit that delicious whimper out of you. Aomine alternates between the two, making sure you stay warm.Â
Meanwhile, you let your hand fall to the bulge between his legs. He lets out a small grunt at the initial touch but seems to respond favorably to the way you stroke the tent, nudging his hips forward for more friction. âIs that a gun in your pants or are you just excited to see me?â
âYouâre so fucking ridiculous,â Aomine mutters, both humored and unamused by your comment.Â
âFuck,â you let slip as your fingers struggle to unbutton his jeans. âYour fucking pants. Donât you live in sweats? You choose today of all days to wear your stupid tight jeans?â
Aomine chuckles, âPatience, baby. You know you like my ass in these.â
You do, but youâre not about to admit that. He quickly works off his pants, letting them drop to his ankles as he moves towards you again. While he continues to stimulate your tits, your hand begins groping his cock which is rock hard and peeking from the top of his boxers.
âGod, I miss having this inside me,â you whine, pulling the flimsy fabric off and letting it pool on top of his jeans. âCondom?â
âYou donât want me raw? You know you want to feel all of my cock,â he grins. You throw him a glare and he just chuckles as he reaches for his wallet on the floor, pulling out a packet and tossing it onto the table. âBut first,â he pauses, letting his hands slide down to cup your pussy, which is admittedly already drenched at that point.Â
He hisses when he feels your juices drip and coat his fingers. âYouâre so fucking wet, goddamn. How long have you been waiting for this?â
âWhen that robbery happened, I was about to get laid for the first time in months. So fucking sue me,â you snarl at him.Â
âWell, I am here to please,â he wets his lips. He slips one finger in, sliding in all too easily. So he adds another finger and feels your walls pulse around him. He begins pulling it out before shoving it back in, repeating the measure to stroke your walls. He curls his fingers inside as he watches your face closely.
Your expression morphs from irritation to blinding pleasure in an instant. Your eyes slide shut, your lips part to exhale shaky breaths. Aomine seems to know exactly how to angle and twist his fingers to induce a heart attack. The sounds falling from your mouth are ephemeral, Aomine wishes he can film this moment so he can replay it over and over again.Â
He pumps his fingers into you and ducks his head to take your nipple into his mouth again, tongue circling the tip. âGod, you taste so fucking good. I forgot how wet you can get. Donât even need lube to slide into you, huh? Youâre already dripping for me.âÂ
âAsshole,â you murmur weakly, clearly in no place to retort.Â
âRemember the first time I fucked you? God, you were so easy,â he grins, âyou were so wet, so turned on already. Remember when I stuck my tongue in your pussy? Licking up your juices. You tasted so sweet.âÂ
Your breath stutters in your chest, hitching in your throat. âFuck you, letâs not forget how quickly you came when I sucked you off.â
âI mean, the sight of you on your knees is enough to get anyone off, sweetheart.âÂ
âFuck me,â you groan. Any rational thought has fizzled from your brain. The feeling of his fingers inside you is enough to consume you whole, overwhelming you in waves of rapture.Â
âWhat was that?â
âDickwad.â
He chuckles darkly, licking his lips again. âBeg me.â
âIâm not going toââ
Aomine yanks his fingers out, looking down at you, taunting you. He waits as you internally struggle with your moral convictions. Are you willing to give up your pride for one night just to get fucked out of your mind?
Easy.
Yes.
âPlease,â you huff, âplease fuck me.âÂ
âPlease fuck me who?â
Your eyes find the ceiling, wondering what in the hell you did in your lifetime to have met the devil that is Aomine. Biting your lip, you lean closer to whisper, âPlease fuck me, Da-i-ki.âÂ
The man is a sucker for you calling him by his first name. And to get what you want, youâre willing to play into his hands. Aomine lets out a low growl before ripping open the condom packet and rolling the thin rubber along his length. Your pussy squeezes at the sight. Just imagining what itâs like to have that thickness inside of you, fucking you full, has you on edge.Â
He doesnât waste a single second, pulling you forward and slowly positioning himself in front of you. He holds onto his cock, letting the tip trace your pussy lips, circling it and letting your juices drip onto his cock. Stroking the wetness along his dick, he uses it as a lubricant before he slides himself inside you.
When heâs buried to the hilt, Aomine leans forward and lets his forehead rest on your shoulder. Your pussy is so fucking tight. Itâs squeezing and throbbing around him with the engulfing heat. He feels as if heâs going to explode right then.Â
âFuck, you really havenât been screwed in a while,â Aomine rasps.Â
âTold you.â
Aomine starts off slow, pulling out and pushing back in. With how thin the condom is, he can feel every ridge, every bump in your heat rub up against his cock. The sensations is enough to have his thighs quivering, but heâs not one to back down. He begins to pick up the pace, thrusting deep inside of you repeatedly. HIs mouth latches onto your neck, tongue lapping and teeth nipping to paint purple blooms upon your skin.Â
His movements are building a bubbling pressure in the pit of your stomach. You feel your heart tightening with every move, your insides squeezing. The absolute pleasure that crashes over you has you breathless, your hands finding purchase on his arms.Â
He mutters filthy words in your ear, one of his hands reaching up to tangle in your hair. He yanks back lightly, just enough to have you moaning. You like it rough, heâs well aware of that. He pounds into you relentlessly, hands keeping you in place as whimpers tumble from your mouth.Â
âFuck, right there, oh god,â you gasp, âfuck me harder. God, your dick feels so good. Filling me up so full with your thick cock.âÂ
âKeep talking like that and Iâll be tempted to come in you, baby,â Aomine grazes his teeth along your ear, hot breath kissing your skin. âGod, I want to just fucking cream inside you.âÂ
âBetter watch yourself, Daiki.â
Aomine grins lasciviously, sweat beginning to bead his forehead as he attempts to keep himself in check. He feels you tighten your pussy, walls closing in around him. âBitch,â he growls. You know what youâre doing but heâs not about to let you gain dominance of the situation.
So his hands dig deeper into your hips as he fucks you harder and deeper, his cock pulsating inside of you on the brink of his self-control. âIâm about to come,â he says with eyes squeezed shut. If he sees your tits bouncing as he fucks you again, he might actually combust in that second.Â
âMe too,â you panted, fingers scraping down his arms.Â
With a few more pumps, Aomine spills into the rubber with a grunt. He feels you convulse around him, your entire body trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm. He can feel his come continue to leak from his cock. God, he hasnât come this hard in a fucking long time.Â
His heart is thundering in his chest from the impact of his climax. He slumped forward, leaning against you for supportâalso partially to feel your tits press up against his chest. âFuck,â he huffs.
âThat was good,â you admit to yourself, still breathing heavily as you begin fixing your hair. âWe should do that again sometime.â
Aomine just laughs, huffing against your skin. âYouâre the fucking she-devil.â
âSays the guy whoâs fucking me in the back room in the middle of an undercover operation.â
âDick first, job second.â
â
Wakamatsu looks at him when he walks into the precinct that morning. âYou do realize the captain is going to kill you for fucking up that expensive mic, right?â
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