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Stellar Behavior Part 1
Stellar Behavior đ Part 1

âWhat is worth an innocentâs life? You decide.â
PAIRING: Officer!Yoongi x Mafia (f)reader
SUMMARY: Yoongi has been in the police force for long enough to know that the system isnât perfect, so when an injustice is about to put his protĂ©gĂ© in jail, he has no other choice but to go to you. Youâre the devil, but youâre hard to resist, and he needs to decide between falling into temptation or showing you that two can play the game.
WORD COUNT: 4.8k
GENRE: Gangster AU, Law AU, enemies to lovers, smut
RATING: R (explicit)
WARNINGS: corruption, power dynamics, blackmail, threats w/ a knife, slight degradation, sexual favors, oral (f rec)
A.N. I'm soooo excited, this fic is đ„ Infinite thank yous to @moonleeai and @downbad4yoongi for working through my crazy and being incredible! Enjoy đ„đ„
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Yoongi huffed and threw his eyeglasses onto the keyboard, rubbing his eyes so roughly he saw lights. It was no use; no matter how much he went over the evidence, again and again, he couldnât change it.
âHyung.â
He uncovered his eyes, only to be met with Taehyungâs sadness. His shoulders sagged from the sleepless nights ever since Jimin had gotten arrested, with dark circles bringing even more desolation to his otherwise heavenly features. He knew it wasnât Taehyungâs intention, but the sight only unnerved Yoongi even more.
âGo home, get some sleep.â
Taehyung flinched, âButââ
âThatâs an order, Officer.â
Taehyung stiffened and instantly bowed and showed his respects to his Superintendent before turning and leaving. Only then did Yoongi heave a deep breath and observe around him. It was weird seeing his department at the police station empty, without the officers at their desks taking calls or doing paperwork while on one of their 24-hour shifts. But they had all been shaken up, and so he had sent them home.
He was proud of his Division, and as their Chief, he couldnât be more certain of everyoneâs conduct and character. This included Jiminâs, and it was the reason why he was losing his mind over this case.
No matter how much he reviewed the footage and evidence, there was no mistake â Officer Jimin had seemingly shot his partner dead during an arrest gone wrong. This was a natural conclusion, judging by the body camera of the now deceased cop, Officer Junghee, that had captured Jimin nearing him with a fuming pistol in his hand. One that matched the ballistics report on Yoongiâs desk.
This was why the prosecution wanted to charge him with manslaughter at the very least, but Yoongi could not be convinced. The body camera also captured the panic in Officer Jiminâs voice and expression as he tried to save his downed partner. Yoongi didnât care if that was Jiminâs gun or if it was fuming in his hand â he didnât believe it.
âIt wasnât me!â The words Jimin shouted as he was arrested conveyed an absolute world of hurt and combined with the shock in Jiminâs eyes was seared into Yoongiâs retinas, causing him to dig the heel of his hands into his eyes again. But no matter how much he attempted to change the image, it wouldnât. Jimin, his protĂ©gĂ©, was still being handcuffed and taken away while begging, âI didnât, you have to believe me! He put it in my hands! Hyung!â
Yoongi nudged his eyeglasses off the keyboard, locked his computer, and grabbed his coat. On long nights like these, he didnât bother staying in uniform, only wearing black pants with a white shirt and his badge and holster belt. He made his way outside and got into his car, acknowledging whoever he met along the way. Temperatures were freezing, and his car didnât start immediately. He reached for his nicotine gum while he waited for the car to warm up. When it finally started, so did the 3 AM news on the radio right as he left the parking lot.
âIn a shocking revelation, an officer from the Seoul Metropolitan Police Agency shot his partner dead after pulling up to a suspicious vehicle in Dongjak District. The mounting evidence is undeniable, and the prosecution is discussing the potential penalty in such a case, with the spokesperson revealing in a press conference that while mistakes happen, justice needs to be served.â
Yoongi kept chewing and driving as the prosecutorâs voice echoed through the speakers. On the outside, Yoongi was the picture of calm, cool, and collected, but inside, he was fuming. He had spoken with the prosecutor many times, who preferred a clean-cut arrest to build his case to run for whatever political role he was after rather than fight for justice, as he claimed. Yoongi had always known that multiple interests abound in the justice system, but now he was starting to get pissed.
When he parked the car, he looked outside through the windshield, observing quietly as the people moved in and out of the Aether. The bouncers kept drunks at bay, and despite the booming music and the flashy lights, everything looked normal for a nightclub.
He removed his belt and badge, shoving them in the glove compartment so hard that something fell out. He reached to grab it from the floor, his frown instantly turning into a scowl. It was a photo of him hugging a woman, laughing, taken many years ago when they were still happy. When they were not even married yet, let alone divorced.
He got out of the car and ripped the photo into as many tiny pieces as possible, dropping the scraps in a trashcan along with his gum. Then he stopped in front of the bouncers with his hands in his pockets, saying six little special words.
âI want to see the boss.â
The first bouncer just scoffed a laugh and shook his head, but the second one eyed him from head to toe, âIf youâre here to inspect, then you have to identify yourself first.â
âNot an inspection,â Yoongi said nonchalantly, glancing around. âItâs not an official visit.â
The smirking bouncer kept the flow of the people going in and out while the serious one, resembling the first almost to a T, pressed his earpiece further into his ear, waiting for orders. Yoongi had noticed the cameras already while he was walking up, and he wondered how long it would take for them to know exactly who he was and why he was there.
The serious bouncer moved closer to him, âAre you armed?â
âNo.â
âI have to make sure.â
Yoongi glanced at him, then nodded, raising his hands as he let the man make sure he was unarmed. When the tall man rose from his knees after checking Yoongiâs ankles, he lowered his arms and waited for the goon to catch his breath.
âAlright, you can go in.â
He moved past the bouncers and into the entryway, but he hadnât even made it to the coat check when someone approached him. Just by the light clothing, styled hair, and badge hanging on his belt, Yoongi could immediately tell that the man worked there.
âFollow me.â
Yoongi wasnât there to sightsee, but he could appreciate the columns and marble structures and statues. Along with the paintings, velvet curtains, and carpets, it made the Aether look like a temple or divine abode of the Gods. The aesthetic intensified as they went up the stairs, but he didnât have time to register much. In a second, he was walking into what appeared like an ordinary office â a pleasant space with a large desk at the center in front of huge dark windows that showed the lights flashing from the dance floor. He ignored the liquor table, the cabinets with files, and the black velvet sofas to the side. What his eyes were immediately drawn to was you â you who had pushed the large computer screen to the side so you could watch him come in. Your chin rested graciously on your intertwined fingers, with your elbows on the desk, eyes flickering with amusement, watching him through dark curled lashes. He hadnât even noticed he had walked to your desk or that the door had closed behind him, but then you stood up, letting your delicate arms fall alongside your tight black dress. Your black, straight hair slid over your shoulders, framing the plunging cleavage of your dress, and when you smiled, he felt hotâmolten hot.
âWelcome, Superintendent,â you smiled with a glint of amusement, your perfect teeth shining in the overhead light, and he clenched his fists behind his back. âOr should I say Yoongi? I was told you werenât here in an official capacity, butâŠâ You eyed him from head to toe, and he did his best to stay poised and calm. âYou donât look like youâre here to club.â
Yoongi was already sweating, not out of nervousness but because of you. Because you always eyed him like you owned him, always had a hint of mischief to every smile, and were always as elusive as a ghost. One he couldnât catch and had grown tired of running after.
Still, hearing his name in your mouth for the first time⊠made him pull on the collar of his shirt, âNot here to party; Iâm here on business.â
Your eyebrow twitched, and he looked at you seriously; you were a cunning fox of the worst kind. Worse than a weed, than a pest, than the bloody smoke still hanging in the air and making his fingers twitch. He had a simple goal, and he had to stay focused.
âNot an official visit, but youâre here on businessâŠâ you mused out loud then shrugged. âSoon, it will be four in the morning,â you revealed with a hint of disdain as you neared the table that held liquor in crystal decanters. âSurely, if you wanted to do something official, youâd wait at least three more hours?â You chuckled as you poured a finger of whiskey into a glass. âWant some?â He shook his head, and you shrugged again. You made your way back to your desk, but instead of going around it, you perched on the side of it, close enough for him to see your dress parting, giving hints of your upper thighs, âWhat can I do for you, Chief?â
Yoongi had nerves of steel; he ignored the lush skin of your thighs, the cleavage, the numbing sound reverberating through the walls, the dimmed lights, and the way your eyes seemed to challenge him with every blink.
He focused, âI want your help.â
Your eyes widened comically, the image of innocence and confusion, âMine? What could such a powerful person need from me?â
Thankfully, your coy attitude irritated him and helped him concentrate. âI know the suspicious car they were chasing was one of yours.â
Your eyes widened even more, but this time, you brought your glass to your lips to hide a smile, âMy, my, Officer. I know I have many cars, but to say I was a fugitiveââ
âYou know what I mean,â his jaw clenched, and you licked your lips.
âI donât,â you could only smile, and he clenched his fists again. There it was. It pissed the fuck out of him. âAre you going to arrest me, Chief? Make good use of those deduction skills of yours and put pretty handcuffs around my wrists?â
He hated that his heart jumped in his chest as you whispered salaciously and leaned into him, shortening the distance between you. He hated how tempting you looked, and he hated the way your eyes fixed on his, as if you were ready to follow suit with your provocation. You were probably a tease like that with everyone all the time. It pissed him off even more.
He only blinked, ever the master of showing a relaxed demeanor, âI have no evidence to arrest you, nor am I here in that capacity.â
It instantly hit him, as you straightened your back and finished the drink in your hand, that he was going to have to ask for your help. Not outsmart you, not convince you, not squabble with half facts and hunches â he needed your help and that meant he had to come down off his pedestal.
âMyâ An officer from my team will be sentenced for something he didnât do. Iâm out of options; Iâve hit a dead-end.â
Your lips pressed into a thin line as you put down the empty glass, âDonât tell me â the system he holds and protects with his life wonât even try to prove his innocence.â
His jaw clenched; he hated that you werenât completely wrong. âIâm trying to prove his innocence.â
The corners of your mouth twitched in a smile. âWhat makes you think I can help?â
He kept his mouth closed for a thoughtful moment. There was no use in accusing you again. Your smile wasnât sly, so he decided to go for it. âYouâre one of the biggest players.â
âMe?â You acted surprised, âI just own a few businesses here and thereâŠâ
âThey say youâre the one to contact for information.â You tilted your head, and he insisted, âEven if that wasnât your car, youâd know about it because it was on your turf. Youâre you. I just know you know something that can help us solve this.â
That answer seemed to satisfy you because your lips and eyes revealed a small yet genuine smile that caught his breath. It made him realize he was leaning towards you now, exposing himself like that, but he couldnât bring himself to hate it. Not when you looked at him like that, feeding into his hope.
âSay I do,â you started, eyes fixed on his. âSay I have evidence that could exonerate Officer Park.â He snapped straight; he had never told you the name of the Officer, and the media didnât know it either. Yet what got him were your words, âWhy would I help you?â
He clenched his jaw so hard that his teeth clicked. He just about growled with the way irritation mixed with his desperation, making him reel.
âCome on, Chief. Talk to me,â you pressed, wanting him to push through both the shock and the stick up his ass. âYou must be desperate enough if youâre asking for my help, and Iâm not denying it. Iâm saying I might have what you need. What would you do to save an innocent from prison for life or worse?â
He didnât think, âYou have it? Something that could undeniably prove his innocence?â
He knew before he was done asking that it was impossible and that he was acting crazy. Yet, you leaned into him, meeting him halfway, your breath hitting his chin, âIn those exact words? I do.â You sat back and let your words sink in, not knowing they gave him a full-body shudder. He always knew you were powerful and had your ways, but holy shitâ âWhat do you have that I want?â
He opened his mouth but instantly closed it. Objectively, he had nothing. But maybe there was something he could do. First, though, he needed to know it was real. âWhat evidence do you have? Show it to meââ
âHmmm, no,â you pressed your lips and twisted your nose, displeased. âThatâs not how this works. This is based on trust. Besides, you donât seem to have anything to offer.â
For a split second, he wondered if you were bullshitting him, but he honestly didnât care. He had to do something. âYou want something concrete for a maybe?â
âDonât make me repeat myself,â your tone hardened as your expression lost humor.
âAlright, name it. Tell me what is worth your help.â
His tone was soft, and it worked to soothe you. His dark eyes helped; there was so much willingness in them, and you liked that. The man there asking for your help to correct an injustice was the kind of man you were looking for.
âSince you asked,â you cheekily started, pulling your hair behind your shoulders. âI want three things.â He didnât even blink, so you continued, âThe first is a favor. Of my choice and at my discretion whenever I shall need it. The second is for you to get on your knees. And the third is for you to eat.â
He blinked, âWhat?â He looked down to follow your hands over your thighs, and you spread your legs for him, though the black dress covered between them. He shook his head in bewilderment, âYouâre crazy!â
âCrazy?â You chuckled, âI think Iâm being quite reasonable.â
âYouâ Do you hear what youâre asking?â
He sounded breathless and could feel the heat on his cheeks, which was not ideal. He almost managed to step back, but a quirk of your eyebrow kept him still â he needed that evidence.
âOh my, Chief Min. Are you getting heated at the thought of a couple of favors?â He scoffed, and you continued your tease, âOr is it the knees? Too proud to beg?â
âNo, not too proud,â he mumbled between teeth. He was ready to kneel on the floor and beg, and the heat rising in his neck told him the rest wasnât a problem either. And that was the problem. âThe favorââ He cleared his throat, scratching it, âWhat is the favor?â
âI donât know yet,â you shrugged, and it seemed to him like it didnât matter. He knew that couldnât be true, that had to be what you were really after â something specific from the Superintendent of the Seoul Metropolitan Police. And yet your eyes were shining in such a way that he almost forgot who you were. Almost.
âSomething illegal, no doubt.â
You sighed and he took the moment to let the anger cool him â you were a criminal about to use his good intentions to surely accomplish something even worse. Instead of cooling him, irritation made him snap his knuckles and shift on his feet.
âI donât know what it is, but it shouldnât matter,â you said more coldly, squinting your eyes. âWhat is worth an innocentâs life? You decide.â
There was a hint of impatience in your tone that only riled him up more. He turned to you, âWhatâs stopping me from justââ
âYouâre not that stupid,â you interrupted, raising your chin. His eyes noticed the surveillance cameras and you smirked, âTheyâre not who you should be concerned about.â
Your smile was predatory but he scoffed. You didnât need to threaten him, and he didnât like the coercion. He refused to look at you for a moment, giving you the impression that he was weighing his options. In reality, he was figuring out what angered him more â the fact that he was about to make a deal with a devil like you, or that he was that turned on from it.
You huffed and got off the desk, your heels clicking on the floor like a timer had just gone off. âNever mindââ
He grabbed your arm to keep you from walking away, and in a second, something sharp was poking his lower stomach. You both froze in place, your gaze angry and fixed on his, while his heart raced inside his chest. He didnât let go of your arm, and you didnât lower your knife.
âI never heard a yes from those pretty lips, soâŠâ you spoke quietly, then pressed the blade harder. âHands off.â
He knew you could put your money where your mouth was, and that if you wanted to kill him and get rid of him, you would. Yet, his grip didnât lessen as he observed you. He was still trying to figure things out â not what to do, but you. He hated you objectively; you represented everything wrong with the world. Jimin was innocent; you shouldnât be bargaining for his life, you should do the right thing. But you werenât, you wanted to play with fire. Maybe even to get burned.
âWhat is itâŠâ he started quietly, still eying your angry eyes. âIs it the risk? The humiliation? The footage for blackmailing me later? The power over a figure of authority?â
You scoffed, leaning in to answer just as quietly, âNo risk, Chief. The footage might be insurance, but youâre a man of your word. No power over you because youâll be doing it willingly. And no humiliation,â you chuckled. âItâs a privilege to eat at this table. AlthoughâŠâ You looked down, then smirked. âI can play if thatâs what you like.â
He looked away from your eyes for the first time and almost flinched; his pants had a tent. He couldnât even think; why was his body betraying him like this? He tried pulling away and letting you go, but you pressed the tip of your knife harder.
âNuh-uh,â you whispered, taking a deep breath a little closer to his neck. âI heard the missus left cause you couldnât get it up, but wonât you look at thatââ Your tone was sly, and he gripped your arm harder in retaliation. You laughed, âI guess she just didnât know how to play. Or maybe you like this,â your voice lowered wantonly, and a shiver ran up his spine as though he was starting to attune to it. âLike not having a choice, to be in danger, to be forced to do something reprehensible.â
He had to lick his lips because for a second he thought he was drooling, âI have a choice.â
You smiled and his cock twitched, âThen choose.â
He eyed your smile and leaned into you, but you chuckled and playfully pressed the tip of the knife to impose distance, ignoring the red droplets tainting the fabric.
âOn your knees, Chief.â
His eyes snapped to yours, and he pulled you by the arm, disregarding the blade, so youâd walk back until the back of your thighs hit the desk. Then, he gripped your hips and helped you on the desk, fisting your dress in the same movement to get it out of the way as he kneeled between your legs. Your knife had slipped from your hand as you rested them on the desk for support, and you didnât think to pick it back up. You wanted him to eat you and mean it, but he was going above and beyond â nuzzling your thighs and inhaling your scent, frantically fighting with your dress, and trying to pry your legs further apart so he could have access.
When his nose poked your clit, you jumped in place, and his fingers dug into your hips, even through the fabric of the dress. Just looking at the way he was fighting to get his mouth on you was positively melting you, but you wanted it to actually happen.
âSlide them down,â you breathed after he nuzzled and licked your core through your panties enough times to cover you with goosebumps.
He immediately obliged, and you shimmied to help him get rid of them. He threw them on the floor, then gripped your legs apart before giving you a look that seared you in place. You didnât know what it was, but you were living for it, and the excitement burned your gut. The Superintendent looked like a piece of forbidden heaven between your thighs; who knew heâd have you melting like this just at the hint of doing what you asked?
A smirk spread on your lips as he kept struggling with your dress, until suddenly â rip. He bunched the fabric and pulled it, causing the slit that revealed your thigh to rip, and you chuckled. You liked that energy, that hunger; the way he was willing to destroy to have his way. Instantly, he had free leeway to uncover your core and press his mouth, rolling his tongue all over your slick folds.
You jolted with a sigh, gripping his hair at the back of his head. The more he laved his tongue over your slit to taste you, the more you had the urge to move, but you stayed still. With your eyes closed, you enjoyed every second of his discovery, from his licks to his tasting and humming. You heaved the breath you were holding when he nibbled your heat right before finding your clit to suckle, and your voice finally came out. You could almost laugh at how easily he had found his way, but your mind wasnât there. While he found his rhythm, you guided him with expressive sighs, grazing your acrylic nails over his scalp without ever forcing him. You wouldnât; his hunger was part of the power trip. Chief Min would eat you, give you what you wanted, and service you because you had that much power. You could bring someone like him to his knees. He liked it.
You suddenly pulled on his hair so heâd look up at you, and he did, not even bothering with a quizzical look. You bit your lip to stop a smile and relented your grip, and he looked down for a second. It was all it took for him to get back to it, and you let your head fall back with a sigh â case in point.
âThe things you do for duty, ChiefâŠâ
His tongue kept laving over you as if you were desert, focused, regardless of your taunt. In fact, he seemed to have forgotten where he was or why because his hands started gently exploring your spread thighs. His fingers pressed to your curves and didnât stop even when he felt the garter that held the knife you had used on him. Instead, he pulled on it, making it snap against your thigh, ripping a stronger moan from you.
It was then he realized you needed something stronger, so he pressed his face harder against your cunt, latched onto your clit, and started rutting into you. You were surprised but instantly melted, and your fingers curved around his hair. The grind of his lips pressing into you while his mouth held the suction was already maddening, but the thrumming of his tongue on your clit was the cherry on top. You didnât have time to make it a challenge, or maybe you didnât want to; his rhythm was perfect against your heat, and you moaned when it intensified. The strumming was precise and maddening, each tap firm and steady, giving you enough time to despair for the next one and moan when it came, leaving you to anticipate what would come next.
Your hips started moving on their own, and that was when you knew you had let go. There was no point in pretending he wasnât doing it just like you wanted, or that you werenât rolling into his face to feel him harder, forcing him to dig his long fingers into the flesh of your hips as he drank the slick melting out of you. The very sounds of his humming and licking drove the blood to your cheeks and emboldened your hips, messily humping against his mouth. You could feel the edge right before you, and every time you ground on his mouth, you thought that would be it.
âFuck,â you groaned between teeth, looking down to find burning brown eyes drinking you more greedily than his hot mouth. He wasnât stopping you or holding you back, he was letting you fuck his mouth however you wanted, and it popped you.
You let your head fall back and pressed his face to your cunt, your moans pitching higher when he sucked harder, as if to pull all the pleasure out of you like it was venom. He rode your climax with you, gripping your trembling legs around him as though he wished youâd smother him, and finally, you looked down. Your walls were still throbbing in the aftershocks when he dragged his tongue across you slowly, and you groaned through a smirk, then pulled him away by the hair.
âEasy there,â you smiled and let your legs down.
You quickly pulled your dress down to cover you again while your other hand raked through your long hair, putting it in place. He rose slowly to his feet with his eyes on you, and you didnât even try hiding your heaving chest; he could see it well with such an observant gaze. His eyes were so intense that you shuddered and bit your lip, but avoiding them only landed your own on his evident arousal, and you smirked.
Looking up, for a moment, your taunt got caught in your throat. Min Yoongi looked the absolute best covered in your cum from nose to chin â deliciously ravenous.
You licked your lips, raising your hand to his face but stopping before you touched him. He mimicked you, his pink tongue collecting your slick over his lips while he focused on yours. Still, when your hand moved down, so did his eyes. You smirked, dodging his erection at the last second to hide your hand under your dress.
You hummed, closing your eyes as your fingers collected your wetness mixed with his saliva, and then brought them straight to your mouth. You licked them first, tasting what he did before putting them in your mouth and sucking.
You clenched, knitting your eyebrows as you realized how turned on you were. You were throbbing and craving something to push into you and fuck you senseless, and opening your eyes, you saw the same urge staring right back at you.
Your fingers left your mouth with a pop, and then you smiled, shaking your head, âShould have asked for a good fuck too.â
His dark eyes stayed on yours for a moment, and even when he wiped his chin with the back of his hand, they remained on yours. It was almost a taunt, and you grinned; you loved a good challenge, and even more the kind of fucking that lustful gaze promised. But you knew the worth of asking, and you were not going to come out losing.
âMaybe next time.â
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A/N: This story was written for the @bangtanwritershq's 3rd Quarter Writing Event: Got A Secret, Can You Keep It? ⳠWaste It On Me - Reverse Harem AU ⥠Crime/Mafia ⥠Step-siblings Exhibitionism - Creampie - Flowers - Fingering - Unprotected Sex
A/N: A special thank you to @lo1k-diamonds @moonleeai and @downbad4yoongi for their unfailing beta services that helped to bring this debauchery to life!
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PAIRING: Officer!Yoongi x Mafia (f)reader
SUMMARY: Yoongi has been in the police force for long enough to know that the system isnât perfect, so when an injustice is about to put his protĂ©gĂ© in jail, he has no other choice but to go to you. Youâre the devil, but youâre hard to resist, and he needs to decide between falling into temptation or showing you that two can play the game.
WORD COUNT: 43.5k
GENRE: Gangster AU, Law AU, enemies to lovers, smut
RATING: R (explicit)
WARNINGS: where do I begin... Corruption, power dynamics, blackmail, sexual favors, mentions of crimes, guns, knifes, explosions, fire, blood, concussions, arguing, Yoongi is a badass and a sweetheart đ, handcuffs, death, violence, invasion of privacy, kidnapping, fingering, oral (f & m rec), handjob, masturbation (both), caught having sex, unprotected sex, switching, (f)brat, hate sex, semi public sex.
A.N. I'm so happy with this fic, I can't even tell you đI didn't think I had it in me, but here we are with a gangster/mafia AU! Infinite thank yous to @moonleeai and @downbad4yoongi for working through my crazy and being incredible! This is my entry in the upcoming @bangtanwritershq 3rd Quarter Writing Event: Got A Secret, Can You Keep It? I chose the AU Type: Savage Love - Enemies to Lovers, and took it very literally đ„° I'll be uploading daily, so buckle up! đ
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He blinked, âWhat?â He looked down to follow your hands over your thighs, and you spread your legs for him, though the black dress covered between them. He shook his head in bewilderment, âYouâre crazy!â
âCrazy?â You chuckled, âI think Iâm being quite reasonable.â

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âWhat is worth an innocentâs life? You decide.â
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âI may consider an alternative with less social catastrophe... If Iâm adequately compensated. I was left wanting last timeâŠâ
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âIt's not the price of anything, or a deal. Just let me eat you out again.â
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âJustice just never sleeps.â
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âIntimacy was about power, worth, and gain, and I thought that was all there was to it, but⊠I donât⊠feel that way with you.â
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âWhy didnât you tell me?â
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âI said I like it fucking quiet.â
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