First Sip - 4

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"Is that how you greet everyone? No wonder you don't get any tips." None other than Min Yoongi stands before you, smirk already firmly in place on his lips. The black t-shirt hangs off his skinny frame, as do the dark, ripped jeans.

"You're not a customer."

"I could be." Yoongi walks behind the bar, punches in his usual iced coffee in the machine.

You roll your eyes. "Customers have to pay for their drinks."

"Fine, you got me." Yoongi flashes those downturned eyes to you. "Mina told me to close with you tonight."

"Why?"

Yoongi mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like "... was late and Dami snitched."

"Ha!" You can't seem to hold the laughter in as it hits you just how much he must loathe being here right now. Especially since he had to drag his ass all the way back here after working a shift already. The peals of your amusement only serve to make his annoyance deeper, a fact which you relish like lemonade on a summer's day. "Finally!"

"Hey, it's all your fault! You didn't tell me you switched shifts with her!"

"Why would I?" You drag the wet cloth across the steel surface with a renewed strength. "If only you got to work on time ever, this wouldn't have happened!"

"Yeah, well..." Yoongi trails off, for once his smart mouth stuck. "Whatever. I have more important things to do than work."

"Like what, staying up too late playing video games? Or is it trying to score a date? Either way, if you make a commitment, you should stick with it instead of being such a flake." You're being meaner than usual, but it feels so damn good to just let it all out after swallowing your frustration for so long. "Grow up."

"Fuck off, I'm not a flake." Ooh. Looks like that was a trigger word for him as he slams a hand on the counter. "It's annoying enough that I have to be stuck here with you when I'm busy. I'm not even getting paid for this shit."

"It's not like that would change anything. I'm surprised you didn't just not show up, like usual." You throw the cloth into the sink. "Flake."

When you turn, you find him staring you down with his eyes narrowed, arms tensed at his side. "You know, in fact, I'm going to call Mina tomorrow," you say. He doesn't have to know about the classes, about the scheduling. You just want to get a rise out of him with any means necessary. "I think I'll switch to the night shift permanently."

You take two steps towards him. You refuse to break the stare and set your jaw instead. "That'd be so." Another step. "Fucking." So near you can smell the coffee on his breath. "Nice. And I—"

His mouth crushes onto yours.

Your ass hits the cold steel of countertop as he pins you, holding a fistful of your hair captive between taut fingers. The other lands on your waist, possessive as he digs into your flesh. The shock holds you for all of a second. Then your fever spikes just as high as his. With a hand, you tug at his collar, force him closer.

His teeth find home on your bottom lip. You can't staunch the moan when he pulls, sucks. He releases only to trace his bite mark with his tongue like he's proud of his work. You repay him by meeting his tongue with your own, tingles and adrenaline exploding like fireworks in your veins with each swipe. Another harsh yank at your head makes you very aware that he's soaking you. You fucking hate that, yet you keep going back for more.

When you finally break for oxygen, you're both panting. You're still tangled together, neither of you willing to be the one to back down first. Because that feels like losing.

"Guess you're only tolerable when you're moaning." Yoongi uses the last of his breath on that, what he considers a worthy trade.

"Guess what you lack in personality, you make up for in size." He is as firm as you are wet, the unyielding fullness so obvious against your thigh. You'd much rather have it sheathed inside your cunt. "Thought I annoyed you."

"You do."

"Then why are you so hard?"

He actually growls against you, irritation seeping through his every pore. Fuck, it does indescribable things to your cunt, making you clench in slick anticipation. Just imagining this cock driving into you, stealing your air with each relentless stroke... You cup his bulge through the jeans, using two fingers to rub the head that's probably a mess of pre-cum with how erect he is. You want to hear him lose control. You want him whimpering because of you.

Just as you think he's going to crack, he pulls away. You feel suddenly chilly without his heat burning your skin.

"Yoongi?"

You watch him stalk towards the entrance of the café. He slams the open sign to the other side, almost breaks the switch for the lights when he goes for it next. When he rounds on you again, his hair is mussed, eyes blazing with carnality.

He bites his lip. "Get in the back. Now."

There's no arguing with that tone. But you take your time undoing the knot of your apron, knowing his eyes are on your ass. You slowly take the loop over your head, taking this opportunity to be the one smirking because he's right on your heels, impatient as all hell. The heavy door swings open and he rips the apron from your hands, tosses it on the floor.

"What's the rush, Yoongi?" Every glare from his narrowed eyes and set jaw thrills you. How will you ever make it through another shift with him without remembering this? But that's not about to deter you as you lead him halfway inside the backroom, with its counters and crates. You whirl on him. "Scared I'll change my mind and leave your dick dry?"

"Heh." Yoongi huffs, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm not worried. One look at you and it's obvious you want to be fucked." You can't refute the truth, not when evidence clings to your cunt. All words are stolen from your mind anyway when he closes the distance, fingering the waistband of your shorts. "I bet you're soaked because of how badly you want my cock, after talking all that shit."

"Why don't you find out?" You haul him towards you, smashing your lips together again.


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