Warnings: swearing, rough sex, choking, Yoongi is not a good guy here (ymmv)
Word Count: 499
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: You'll do anything to capture your target. But letting yourself get this close means you could lose everything.
A/N: Remember that lil' bad cop Dad!Yoongi fic I wrote a few weeks ago, thanks to @minttangerines prompt? Well, he's back, and this time reader's gotten herself a wee bit entangled.
Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕
Part 1 💵 Bad Cop Masterlist 💵 Part 3
Of your many skills, one in particular made you a top undercover agent for the Bureau.
It’s not your sharpness, your intuition, or the fact that you’re a hell of a shot. No, your greatest strength lies in how you connect to your targets, getting close enough to learn all their dirty little secrets in order to take them down.
In all your years on the force, you’ve never gotten this close to anyone before.
Yoongi groans as he slides into your enveloping heat. You urge him closer, deeper.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good.” The pet name falls sweetly from his lips as his hips snap into yours.
For such a reserved man, it was all too easy for you to infiltrate his world. Posing as his daughter’s teacher gained you his trust. A few conversations at morning drop-off, a sympathetic hand on the arm when he discussed being a single father at a parent-teacher conference, a coffee and a dinner and now here you are, in his home, writhing against his silk sheets while he thrusts into you.
Sleeping with a target is a line you’ve never crossed. It’s risky. One wrong step could cost you everything. But you've run the calculations. You can handle this. You just need to stay focused.
Just remember. You can’t be compromised. You’re steel. Difficult to bend, even harder to break.
Yoongi captures your mouth with his. The kiss catches you by surprise, so tender, a marked contrast to the way he fucks you so roughly. Your hands release their grip on his sheets to card through his dark hair, trying to hold him close. As he pulls away, pounding you into the bed, he smirks.
“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart? So quiet. Gonna make me fuck the sounds out of you?” He lifts one of your legs, kissing your ankle. “I promise I can.”
In response to the slight change in angle, you moan, and he winks. “Told you.”
Your fingernails dig into his arm, guiding it until his hand curls around your neck. “Well, better keep going.”
Midnight. Yoongi snores lightly as you slip from bed. A lock of hair falls in his handsome face, and without thinking you reach out, tucking it behind his ear. Grey threads have begun to wind themselves through his silky strands. He’s still young enough that the splash of silver is shocking. Just a sign of how much he’s running himself into an early grave with his double life. All for his daughter.
Deep breath. Remember. Steel.
Yoongi’s years as a detective means he knows how to cover his tracks. But just like the other criminals you’ve chased, he’s cocky. Too convinced of his invulnerability. Which means that when you find the safe under the floorboards in his study and crack it open using his daughter’s birthdate, you’re completely unsurprised.
Until an arm wraps around your waist and a deep voice growls in your ear, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
