Daegu Detective: Agust D

Tell Me More

If you're not in the expected age group for this story...please dashi run, run, run. That's an order. Thank you! The new chapter is here, so if you can't tolerate spice eyebrow wiggle or don't want to be bias wrecked. Well, this is your warning.  

Special ShoutOut: JoonDaddy'sLeftTiddy, thank you for all your help, it is very much appreciated!

First off: I do not own BTS this is purely fictional, only thing I own is the story and it's plot!
Second: There will some gore, violence/abuse, emotional damage; so please be prepared when you read.
Third: I haven't written anything for a while, so please be patient and understanding if it sucks!
Fourth: I will try to keep this story updated best I can; but I am a grad student; so please bare with me!
Lastly: Just a few notes: Anything in italics is usually inner monologue/thoughts of a character. ***If an entire section is written in italics with asterisks; it's a memory.*** Anything written normal text is details/character interactions/dialogue. If you see anything in bold It's just extra or 4th wall effects. Asterisks in a set of three (***) is basically a page/section break.

Here you go~

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Y/N was now straddling Yoongi's lap, their lips only parting from each tother to get enough air to get right back into it. She had her arms loosely draped over the man's shoulders and his hands were on her hips. Their tongues had practically nonstop fought for dominance, Yoongi even let her explore his own mouth.

Damn, she's pretty good at this. The detective didn't know how much time had passed before remembering why he was there in the first place. Shit, I got caught up in the moment. Yoongi's grip on her hips tightened then his hands slipped under her ass so he could pick her up. 

Y/N groaned into the kiss shifting a bit to wrap her legs around his torso as he easily picked her up. He has to work out~ She pulled away from the lip smacking with a giggle. 

"If you liked that tongue technology I've got more to show you, if you want?" 

His voice only made her want him all the more. "Yoongi...you're such a smooth talker." She pecked his cheek then along his jawline.

"Mm, I've heard that a few times...but usually from my boss." He chided in response. The man carried her over to the bed in the room and very gently laid her down as he moved to hover over the girl. Nah, don't even start. It's a club...a special club. A special club with backrooms that have beds. Don't question me, I'm the boss of this story. Fight me.

Y/N looked up at the other, arms still around his neck and eyes full of lust. 

As he looked down at her, Yoongi couldn't help but notice just how small she was compared to his own frame. He found himself thinking she was pretty cute under him like this. He leaned down and peppered soft kisses at the crook of her neck. "Mm, want to play with me?" 

The soft kisses elicited a moan in the form of his name from the girl. "Play with you?" 

Yoongi suckled lightly on her neck. "You'll really enjoy yourself. I promise you that." He slid a hand along her arm and pulled it to above her head. As he held it in place he did the same with the other, holding them in one hand with ease. "I won't hurt you. If you want to stop, say so and I will." He cooed into her ear, nipping the shell of it playfully to distract her from the handcuffs he was pulling from his back pocket. 

"You promise you'll stop if I say so?" Right now, all she could think about was his lips on her skin, the heat radiating off of his body, and his scent filling her nostrils. It was more intoxicating than any alcohol she had drunk.