heels, fishnets
Summary:
"You've been strutting around the office," Yoongi says, circling Taehyung's nipples with his thumbs and hearing him gasp again, "Wearing skirts and heels and fishnets -" he stops himself, because he's working himself up, and he needs to have a clear head in order to do this. "Pretending it doesn't drive me wild. It has been driving me wild." Yoongi digs his nails in, testing, and Taehyung's whole body jerks, trying to get away from the sensation. "The least you deserve is my cock."
Notes:
my mind went to: vmon, fooling around in a stationery cupboard. white collar worker Yoongi finds them, and can't deny how hot Taehyung looks macking on his boss' neck .
this is the love child of that.
enjoy!
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Work Text:
The handcuffs on Namjoon's desk are new.
At first, Yoongi doesn't know what to make of them. The initial (and understandable, too, he's only been working under Namjoon for two months) shock he feels melts away rather rapidly, till Yoongi's staring dumbly at a pair of tacky, silver double lock handcuffs. Scratch that. As far as handcuffs go, they're reasonably advanced.
But they're still sex handcuffs, and once Yoongi has started at the sight of them, has stared at them - has gone through all the motions of coming to terms with the knowledge that his boss uses sex handcuffs - he finds himself torn between the urge to laugh and the urge to cry.
What should be more startling, is how easily Yoongi identifies them as sex handcuffs. Though he thinks it has more to do with common sense; Namjoon working in the finance department and all. No man who comes to work wearing thickly-framed glasses and high waisted trousers all for the aesthetic is likely to have any use for police handcuffs. Yoongi hardly thinks he could hold his own in a fight. The thickly framed glasses Namjoon balances on his nose would be a real hindrance, for instance.
After he's had his fill of staring and gawping - a whole five minutes that eat away at his time - he opts to neither laugh nor cry. He decides, on complete impulse, to act the part of the honourable employee and snatch the handcuffs up before somebody far less level-headed and more prone to acts of public humiliation sees them. Hoseok, namely.
He - as discretely as he can manage, with how the handcuffs knock into one another and clink - stuffs the pair down the back pocket of his trousers, after the front pocket proves too shallow. He's conscious the handcuffs are peeking out, and he'll waltz back into his office with handcuffs poking out; betraying Yoongi as some wannabe cop who plays dress up. He checks, double checks and triple checks before he leaves.
Unfortunately today really asserts itself as one of those days, because the moment Yoongi neatly sidesteps out of Namjoon's office Hoseok steps into his personal space, and crowds him against the wall.
Yoongi arranges his features into a sullen, sunken scowl - partly just for the sake of self preservation, Hoseok is intrusive - and grumbles at him, "What do you want?"
Hoseok, to his credit, isn't thrown by Yoongi one bit. There's the possibility he's wising up to Yoongi - that he's discovered Yoongi's disgruntled persona is merely a persona, and he doesn't loathe the world as much as he'd like people to think - but Yoongi doesn't want to entertain the idea of Hoseok becoming aware. The day Hoseok becomes aware, is the day Yoongi says farewell to the shred of privacy he had.
"Just wondering what you were doing in Boss' office," Hoseok chirps, hands clasped behind his back, rocking back and forth. He is exuding all the airs of a do-gooder, and Yoongi is suspicious. He narrows his eyes, partly for effect, and partly because he trusts Hoseok as far as he can throw him (which, Hoseok attempted once. Namjoon intervened quickly).
