'O-Officer?!' [Sousuke Yamazaki x Reader]

A/N: HAAAAY MY LOVELIES! A Sousuke Yamazaki one shot for you all! I really hope you guys enjoy this! (: Comments and favorites are highly appreciated! 

Walking out of the book store, holding onto the new cook book you had just purchased, you sighed with excitement. It’s been a while since you last cooked dinner. University had been making you live off of cup noodles and convenience store bento boxes for about 2 months. However, today, you get to cook dinner. But, this dinner you were creating wasn’t just for yourself. It was for your prince, your hero, a guy who saved you from a groper two days ago.

You smiled subconsciously to your.... fangirling thoughts of his appearance. His dark brown, blackish, short hair and fierce teal eyes. Oh, the moment your (eye colour), dazzling eyes locked into his sexy and manly ones instantly locked your heart into his. The thoughts of his strong, built arms, shielding around your small stature. His back facing towards you as a barrier of protection, and there… You could see his wonderfully sculpted back muscles he possessed through his T-Shirt and how broad his shoulders were. A damn fine man he was, who stepped in and protected you; two days ago.

Could you just say… Love at first sight?

Of course, after the situation was reported to the police, you couldn’t let go of your saviour without a thank you. So… You decided to invite him over for dinner… It was probably going to be the first time in 2 months you had actually made a friendly interaction with someone other than passing friends down the hall… And also probably the last time you were going to be interacting with someone after tonight. That just means back to studying.

You shook off your thoughts as you arrived in front of your apartment. Upon entering, you dropped your groceries and books onto the table. You began preparing the ingredients and following the cook book’s recipe in order to make a savoury dish for the both of you and some wonderful sides, such as lobster ravioli and cheesy garlic toast.

A couple hours later, you finished cooking. The aroma of your dishes rose out your window and well, you got quite a lot of comments as you heard from the people walking below your apartment, down the street. You set down plates, utensils, and even prepared a bottle of red wine, finest in the house, literally.

You were quite excited. Perhaps, a little too excited. You stepped back a bit and stared at the table while crossing your arms. Is this a little too much... I look like I'm preparing for a date. Thinking more and more, the ringer went off on the stove. Oh, times up. Time to plate I guess... Walking over to the stove, you grabbed the pan filled with the ravioli and cream sauce. 

Plating everything elegantly and removing the oil and grease that had slipped from the pan off the white plates. You smiled to yourself. Delightful! Putting away the pan in the sink, you grabbed the ready-made garlic bread from the oven and placed it on the small appetizer plate. There, everything was in place. Hopefully. 

The door bell went off.

“He’s early!” You gasped a little, wiping your fingers against the cloth that was attached to your apron. "Oh no, I'm not really dressed..." Debating whether or not if you should change out of your apron and throw on a nice outfit… Or just get the door.

I think you know what decision you made.

Quickly, you ran over to the door and greeted him in. His serious facial features didn’t leave his face when he saw you. He was quite the man, a fierce one. You blushed at the sight of how wonderfully groomed up he looked. A black and teal plaid shirt with black jeans. Seriously, this guy was amazing.

… And then there was you, a little, small girl still in her little apron. He chuckled at your little get up.

He truly felt like he had you as a wife, a wife who looked forward in seeing her husband and had prepared dinner for him when he came home from a stressful day of work. A wife who had opened the door for him, brightening his evening.

How he wished for that to happen everyday. He smiled and chuckled at his inappropriate thoughts. He shouldn't have imagined you as his wife, after all, you both had just met. 

His chuckle, too had quite shocked you a bit… Even his chuckle is sexy…

The first thing he began doing was embracing the aroma of your delicious lobster ravioli down his lungs, followed by swallowing the smell of the delicious sides of cheesy garlic toast.

“You certainly weren’t kidding about being a chef.”

“Yeah? Funny how you mentioned that, I’ve been living off of convenience store food for the past couple of months…” You held your fingers together, while fidgeting them and giggling. “I hope this will be enough to show you how thankful I am!" 

“I think it’ll be more than enough.” He grinned, eyeing you up and down. Would it be terrible for him to embrace you? That's what he thought to himself. 

You laughed, giving a childish push against his shoulders, also being able to feel how firm his shoulders were in 5/10th of a second… You were admiring everything about him. Leading him to your small dinner table, you revealed the famous, and rich dish that was artistically modeled to its perfection, by the one and only, you!

“This isn’t much, but I hope it’ll be delicious for you, Yamazaki-san.”

His eyes widened at the sight of the piece, the art, and the portrait of food.

“This is amazing, breath taking to be exact,” he paused, “I don’t get to eat food like this often.” He smirked, while looking at you. That sexy smirk of his… “Makes me wanna save you everyday, so I can get this kind of reward.”

You blushed at his compliment and looked away from his direction, while taking a seat adjacent from him. "T-Thanks..." You mumbled.

You two began digging in. The atmosphere around you both wasn't awkward or anything, although you could see that he was enjoying every savoury bite he placed on his tongue, sending sensational feelings against his taste buds.

Until he had suddenly asked you a question.

“Do you often get sexually harassed like that on the train?”

The sudden topic startled you a bit. In response, you only slowly nodded your head to his question.

“Hmm, I guess I’ll have to ask the captain to monitor the site at the station and trains tomorrow, and for a bit to watch out for gropers.” He sliced the lobster ravioli in half elegantly with his knife and fork. 

“C-Captain? No, you don’t have to go that far to monitor! I don’t want to trouble you into talking to anymore police officers!” You stuttered a little at his generosity and compassion. “But, thank you, Yamazaki-san!”

“Sousuke, call me Sousuke. And it’s not troubling talking to officers.” He stared at you, a little bewildered by your comment and protest.

“Isn’t it intimidating?” You blushed a bit, fidgeting your knees together due to embarrassment of the question, to someone as fierce as him. "I-I mean like... s-scary..?"

He chuckled a little again, “do you find police officers intimidating?” How cute. He thought to himself, while taking a sip of the wine from his glass.

You swallowed hard, “kinda… They’re really strict… And serious… Sometimes, the impressions I get off from them makes me feel a little insecure about the issues I have and would like to tell them. I can't approach them though because I’m scared that they might just have better things to do with their time, rather than dealing with issues that aren't as big.. as robbery, I don't know…” Your voice trailed off near the end, not really knowing what to say to someone as stern as him. A little embarrassed, you looked down a little, it was certainly a distorted thought of yours, having these insecurities about the issues that are absolutely universal and that matters to you and to everyone.

“What else do you think of police officers?”

“…. Huh?”

The sudden question got you looking up at him. His expression wasn’t exactly what you would call curious looking, but the way he leaned forward on the table with his chin resting on his palm and with his elbow lying on top spoke otherwise. Your eyes traced over from his expression to his arm, how muscular can this guy get?

But anyways.. It was a weird and sudden question by him. He didn’t seem like the type of guy who seemed interested in laws and security.

“… Well, I think they’re amazing… They're just a little hard to approach, that's all... And seemed way beyond my league to even talk to them..”

Sousuke only responded by chuckling more. “You’re quite interesting.”

Again, he continued talking, although you somewhat lost him in the sense of how you began checking him out. Yours eyes couldn’t stop travelling everywhere, from how his lips curved to the every word he said, to how defined his jaw line shifts when he talks. Ugh those lips. You eyed them again and followed every movement and curve his lips made. Essentially, you read his lips instead of listening to what he was saying, until what you read, caught your full attention.

“S-Sorry?! You’re a what?”

“You weren’t paying attention?”

“… S-Sorry..”

He sighed, getting up from his seat. It left you paralyzed for a bit because you thought your hero tonight was going to peace the fuck out… Until he walked over to you. Grabbing your wrist, he pulled you up. Your face met with his chest, but he lifted you up from under your arms with his strong hands and moved you over to the nearby couch. He sat you down and hovered over you.

“What are you… D-Doing?!”

Your heart almost exploded. This handsome man was on top of you!

“Hm? I figured this way would be better for you to listen to me.” He paused, smirking. "Also punishment for checking me out instead of listening."

“H-Huh?!”

Without even knowing where he pulled out the damn handcuffs, you were already secured in it. You double blinked in puzzlement at what just happened.

“What are yo–”

Before you knew it, he leaned in closer. You blushed as bright as a tomato. His lips, closing in, inching closer and closer to yours... Until:

He started tickling you.

your body went into a full blown panic state of squirming around and broken laughter and tears.

“N-No!! Hahaha, stop!! S-Sousuke!! Pleaaaaaase! Ahaha… W-What are, ahehrheahaha doing to me?!”

He stopped to your command. His face was close to yours still, with a wider smirk.

You looked away from this man. “Why do you have handcuffs?” You asked.

He chuckled again, bringing his hand towards your chin and cupped it, making you look at him. You still averted your gaze away from him, since the heat was starting to get to you as his body was pressing close you.

“I’m the lieutenant of the police force, if you were listening earlier instead of checking me out.”

You almost choke on air. Could you even choke on air? You looked at him in awe, a little paralyzed by what he had just stated. 

“Y-You’re…–” 

That explains why he has handcuffs. That explains why he wasn't scared to protect you. That explains why he is built so stern and firm. That explains why he was so interested in knowing your opinion on police. That explains everything.

You were a little embarrassed now. You were somewhat looking down and commenting on the ethics of polices, completely unaware of his occupation. I should've asked him what his occupation was... Oh my goodness, (Name)!! you can be so stupid! 

“S-Sorry..” You apologized. 

His expression didn’t change. It was still serious looking, yet with a smirk still engraved. He lifted your chin up a little to prevent you from looking down so much and to lock his beautiful teal eyes with your bright, (eye colour) eyes. You felt that urge again, the butterflies. You felt your heart locked onto his. 

Inching his lips closer to yours, you didn't move away. Because of this, he took your catatonic state as "you were okay" with what was to come next. He placed his cold, rough lips against your soft ones, which you instantly melted against to. His other hand was placed gently against your cheeks to deepen the kiss. You replied with bringing your cuffed hands up to his cheeks, feeling how warm he was and deepening the kiss on your part. 

How you wished that you could stay like this.

When you both pulled away, leaving the saliva trail diminishing as the distance between you both increased. You innocently looked up at him. That expression of yours innervated the nerves in his junk.

Did he want you more? Yes.

Was his thoughts inappropriate? Fuck yes.

Did he do anything else? No. He couldn’t.

But did you guys stayed in the same position? You betcha!

“Be my wife.” He ordered, giving you that once again, serious look.

Those words that came out of his mouth left you shocked. Those words weren’t even in a form of a question, it was a command. Although, you had no objection to it, not because you were handcuffed, but because you fell in love with him too, love at first sight. Your hero...

You responded by kissing his cheeks gently and smiled.

“I’ll think about it.”

“That’s a yes.”

He didn’t even take maybe for an answer. You guessed that was why you couldn't approach polices... You couldn't voice yourself. But that's okay, because he will be the one who will listen to you, who will bring your worries down, who will bring happiness up, and be the one who guards you from harm. 

    Your hero. 








"C-Can you take this off?" You asked, bringing your cuffed hands towards him. 

He tilted his head with a questionable face. "Why?"

"So I can do the dishes?!" You chirped a little. 

"Hm, that can wait." He picked you up bridal style. "Where's your room?" He smirked, licking his lips.

......

Can an officer take advantage of you like that?! You blushed.

.... 

"A-Are you sure you're an officer?!"




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