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If anyone ever got a chance to sit down with Namjoon, and ask him if he liked his job, the answer would fall into a grey category, a list of pro’s, a list of cons.
Sometimes one would outweigh the other – sometimes he’d get such a good fucking that he’d return home happy and sated, cash stuffed into the waistband of his fishnet tights, and it would be a good night, a good sleep, a nice rest and money for nice food in the morning.
But sometimes it would be bad, and someone wouldn’t pay up, or they wouldn’t listen to Namjoon’s do’s and don'ts, or they’d try and be sneaky fuckers, and peel away the condom when they thought he wasn’t looking. Namjoon hated those nights because he didn’t get fucked, didn’t get paid, and he’d go home with sore, swollen knuckles, from breaking noses and faces and fingers.
It was like because he was taking dick, the idiot clients forgot that Namjoon was big.
Was strong.
That they weren’t going to get away from the justice Namjoon could and would serve, because none of them would call the cops on him.
Officer, this boy I illegally paid to fuck assaulted me!
Ha, ha, ha.
So, if he was ever asked, Namjoon would shrug about his job, and say it had it’s ups and downs, just like any other.
But if he was asked what day he liked working the best, he would grin, would bite down hard on a lollipop, and crush the candy between his teeth as he giggled.
Wednesday.
Not a busy night, not a profitable one either.
But Wednesday was when cute, baby Rookie Cop Jeon Jungkook was sent out to patrol the red light district, and oh boy, was he a fun one to tease.
Like a kid in a costume, his big wide eyes and red bitten lips, his jacket huge like he’d stolen it from his Dad maybe, sitting in his ‘undercover’ car across the road, as Namjoon leaned beneath an overhead light and sucked his lips around cherry candy on a stick.
Jeon Jungkook was young and kinda dumb, and Namjoon understood why he’d be sent out here to patrol – it was only ever Namjoon here on a Wednesday night now, with Jungkook being so obvious and scaring away all the other prostitutes. There was a friendly rivalry before Jungkook made himself a known presence, but no one else had the level of protection Namjoon did, so no one else was going to risk it.
Wednesday’s were fun because Namjoon would pretend he didn’t see the car, a different one every week, would suck on his lollipop and arch himself against the wall, would pull at his shirt like he was warm, would squeeze his chest and thighs together just for Jeon Jungkook’s entertainment, and then when he got bored, he would act like he’d just noticed the car, and would saunter over slowly.
The windows were tinted, always, but never as tinted as Baby Cop Jeon Jungkook thought.
A tap on the window, and Namjoon would grin, would flutter his lashes, would lean down to give the pretty boy a look into the depths of his tempting shirt.
“Looking for some fun?”
Without fail, the window would roll down, and Jeon Jungkook would be there, blushed and brows furrowed, his badge held up and right in Namjoon’s face.
“Y-you trying to solicit me, RM?”
Always with the stutter.
So, so cute.
“Oh no, Officer Jeon,” Namjoon would smile, could never play scared, just because it was so much fun to tease. “Me? I would never.”
“Then what are you doing out here again?” The door opened up for Jungkook to step outside, Namjoon moving away to let him. “Every Wednesday, it’s like clockwork.”
Namjoon pouted cutely, and tucked his arms behind his back.
“I was waiting for my friends.”
“For three hours?”
“I guess they’re running late.”
Jungkook sighed, kept his eyes averted at all times, and Namjoon wondered if this cute thing was a virgin, if he’d ever been with anyone, if he’d even be able to handle Namjoon, should that opportunity come to happen. It wasn’t like Namjoon would ever say no.
Jeon Jungkook was attractive, completely and utterly Namjoon’s type, even though the big uniform hid it all away, giving Namjoon nothing to try and fantasise about at all. But being arrested by Jungkook had become their weekly routine, so Namjoon knew the officer was strong, had felt those hands shackle him up and guide him into the back of the car, driven to the station to be written up, only to be let go without fail every time.
I guess Officer Jeon doesn’t know that his boss lets me go if I promise to turn in any suspicious behaviour. Maybe they’ll tell him one day…
But for now, Namjoon did like to play with him, and watch those soft cheeks go pink and red with embarrassment, absolutely solidifying Wednesday as the best day of the week.
“It’s 2am, Kim Namjoon.”
Ah, the full name, Jungkook knew it well by now.
“So? That’s when I like to see my friends.”
“Last week it wasn’t friends,” Jungkook was already reaching for his cuffs, and Namjoon was excited by his eagerness. “Last week I stopped you getting into the car of s-someone who was going to pay you for sex. Why should I believe t-this week would be any different, hm?”
“I didn’t have sex with him though.”
“But you were planning on it.”
Namjoon giggled.
“Sounding a bit jealous there, officer. If you wanna have a go too, you only have to ask nicely~”
Even in the dim street lights, Namjoon could see Jungkook’s pupils blow wide, could see the way his body went tense and the way his lips quivered, eyes still looking anywhere that wasn’t Namjoon, and Namjoon loved it, loved how shy and cute and nervous this officer of the law was around him.
Jungkook wanted him bad, that was more obvious than his undercover cop car, but Jungkook wasn’t caving to those desires, and Namjoon was enjoying the games too much to push too hard. Liked being cuffed and driven to the station, where Jungkook’s boss Yoongi would see the scene and roll his eyes, sending Namjoon a text the next day, a “sorry the kid keeps bringing you in. Any leads on anything yet?”
It was illegal to sell your body on the streets, yes.
But drugs and violence held a priority to the police department here, so they let Namjoon be, in exchange for what Namjoon saw.
It was a good trade, in Namjoon’s opinion.
But Rookie Baby Cop Jeon Jungkook seemed to be out of the loop.
“I’m not jealous,” the boy spat, cuffs in his hands, trying to look so serious. “I’m just trying to do my job.”
“Mhm~”
“Stop it, this is serious!”
“Right~”
“Don’t make me place you under a-arrest, Namjoon.”
Namjoon giggled, pulling his lollipop from his mouth with a grin.
“You’re just threatening me with a good time, officer – you know how much I love those handcuffs.”
There was no doubt in Namjoon’s mind that the officer was hard right now, that that giant uniform was covering up his straining cock, and Namjoon really wanted to be arrested, wanted those hands on him, wanted Jungkook’s attention, even if it meant another night of paperwork and Yoongi’s look of disapproval.
Namjoon brushed a finger down the curve of Jungkook’s chin and leaned in, just a little, enough to make the poor boy’s eyes go wide in terror and arousal, the handcuffs clinking and jingling in his shaking grip.
“Don’t you wanna have a taste?” Namjoon murmured, stepping into Jungkook’s personal space, tilting his head curiously, feeling pink hair shift and fall across his heavy eyes. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
Jungkook shuddered.
Pondered.
Pondered hard and let his lips part and his starry eyes finally blink up to meet Namjoon’s, and then the pretty boy was cuffing Namjoon, wrists tight in the metal, locked together at his front, the lollipop dropping to the grimy road, Namjoon trying to suppress his laughter.
Maybe tonight wasn’t the night.
But Jungkook was getting close to a breaking point, and that was all the fuel Namjoon needed to keep it up.
“I’m t-taking you to the station, Kim Namjoon,” Jungkook’s voice wobbled, his chest heaving, tugging on the handcuffs to check they were secure. “You can’t just go around s-saying stuff like that.”
“I didn’t know flirting was against the law.”
“… well, it’s not, but--”
Jungkook swallowed loudly.
“B-but soliciting sex is, s-so I’m gonna have to take you in again.”
Cute.
Namjoon wanted to bite at his pretty petal lips.
Wanted to make him fall apart.
“It’s only soliciting if you pay for it,” Namjoon scoffed, tasting the remnants of cherry candy on his tongue.
Jungkook blinked with his big eyes, glittering from the overhead street lights.
“...yes?”
Namjoon wanted to eat him alive.
“Oh, baby,” he whispered in Jungkook’s ear, nice and close, almost caging the officer against his car. “You think I want you to pay for me?”
Jungkook’s cheeks were pink, and Namjoon could feel the warm blush from here.
“You could have me for free,” and that had Jungkook shivering, panting, not flinching as Namjoon raised his shackled hands, and gently pressed them where the officer’s thick thighs met. “You could have me however you want.”
He was hard in Namjoon’s hands, hard and throbbing beneath his uniform, a small, cute whine leaving his lips as Namjoon squeezed his cock, head lolling back on his shoulder so Namjoon could see the veins up his thick throat.
Bunny teeth bared from behind quivering lips, as Namjoon squeezed again, and Jungkook whimpered, opening his eyes, glazed over with heavy lust.
“I don’t w-want to get in trouble,” Jungkook whispered, even though he didn’t move away from Namjoon’s touch. “I love my job.”
“It’s not illegal to fuck, officer,” and those words had Jungkook licking his lips, had his hands coming to touch Namjoon back, solid palms on Namjoon’s hips, squeezing at where he was softest. “It’s only illegal to pay for it.”
“You might beat me up afterwards,” Jungkook’s laugh was airy and nervous. “I know w-what you do, to those who don’t pay.”
“And break such a pretty face?” Namjoon grinned, feeling luck in his cards tonight. “That would be the true crime here.”
Whether or not he noticed it himself, Jungkook was shifting his hips into Namjoon’s touch, desperate and cute, and now Namjoon was the one nearing his limits, worked up and wanting this pretty officer inside him, getting close to begging if that’s what it would take.
Namjoon was glad he didn’t have to beg.
Jungkook looked at him with wide, wide eyes.
“… however I w-want?”
“However you want,” Namjoon repeated, nodding, noticing Jungkook’s gaze finally shift down and drink in the sight of Namjoon’s outfit, the nail in the coffin if the way Jungkook’s cock jerked and twitched was indication to go by.
Fishnets, small shorts, a soft and almost sheer shirt, black heeled boots to complete the look, and Jungkook was made ravenous by it, sinking his fingers into Namjoon’s hips, squeezing and trying not to pant, falling victim to his own lust.
“Can…” Jungkook asked slowly, like he was scared of his own words. “Can you… r-ride me?”
Oh, a thigh man.
Namjoon liked Jungkook even more now.
“Officer,” Namjoon giggled, arching himself into Jungkook’s touch. “You just discovered what the RM stands for.”
“F-fuck.”
Namjoon was still cuffed as Jungkook got him into the backseat and let Namjoon guide him to the place Namjoon took all his clients – somewhere discreet and silent, behind an abandoned building nearing the end of the district, a river glimmering in the moonlight as Jungkook parked the car and got out.
The poor thing paced for a moment and Namjoon watched on in amusement, before Jungkook seemingly made his mind up, and pulled the back door open with lust in his gaze.
It only took one coy flutter of lashes, a slight splay of his legs, and Jungkook was in the car again with him, the door slamming behind him, shaking hands pressing the remote on the keys to lock everything, before they were discarded aside in exchange for kissing Namjoon.
Kissing Jungkook was exactly as Namjoon had expected – soft desperation, a good boy trying to be a gentleman, lips that were hot and wet and just a little inexperienced, and Namjoon wanted to teach him everything.
It was hard to kiss back and make Jungkook feel good in his handcuffs, but the metal was a delicious bite, a perfect contrast to Jungkook’s soft whimpers and mewls, to his delicate hands and his delicate scent, like freshly washed laundry, and maybe a fruity body spray.
When Namjoon deepened the kiss, tongue begging for entry at the seam of Jungkook’s lips, Jungkook shuddered and opened up, groaning and squeezing at Namjoon’s waist.
The strength it took to haul Namjoon from the seats and into Jungkook’s lap was no easy feat, and that made Namjoon a little breathless, the manhandling from this pretty boy, wanting to touch and feel the strain of his arms, wanted to know if Jungkook could do that again, if he could toss him around like a rag doll should Namjoon beg for it.
“Can I s-see?” Jungkook asked politely, pink and dishevelled, his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, hands on the hem of Namjoon’s flimsy shirt, Namjoon noticing tattoos there.
Tattoos?
This sweet thing??
“Yes,” Namjoon replied though, nodding, light headed, letting his legs fall wider across Jungkook’s lap, rolling his hips to try and gauge a feel of his cock. “Whatever you want.”
Jungkook was tentative and cautious as he pulled up Namjoon’s shirt, one hand stuffed with the fabric, the other tracing up the curves of Namjoon’s body, fingers brushing up his bunched tummy, up past his ribs, up and up until that inked hand was cupped at Namjoon’s soft pectoral, squeezing hard enough to make Namjoon fight back a hiss.
The rookie cop looked awed.
Squeezed again and again until Namjoon’s nipples were hard and begging for attention, and then Jungkook was leaning in to give them just that, lips and tongue and a hint of teeth, sucking into the sensitive skin as Namjoon took the sight in eagerly.
He wanted to see more though.
Wanted to be out of these cuffs.
“I wanna touch too,” Namjoon whined, Jungkook pulling back with a shudder, lips red and slicked up, Namjoon wanting more kisses. “Please, take the cuffs off?”
The boy had the audacity to pout.
“I like when you w-wear them.”
Namjoon giggled, and jingled the chain.
“Is that why you stalk me in the streets, baby? Any chance to cuff me up and drag me into your car, huh?”
“You wanted this too,” Jungkook squeezed his tits again, and Namjoon’s breath caught in his chest. “We’re both at fault here.”
“We are,” Namjoon agreed, grinding himself down hard on Jungkook’s clothed cock. “We’re such bad, bad boys.”
Jungkook shivered, and Namjoon took this moment of weakness to lean close, whisper in his ear, leaving behind his words with Jungkook’s piercing tugged between his teeth.
“If you take these cuffs off, I’ll show you how bad we can be.”
That seemed to do the trick.
Despite his nervous hands, Jungkook freed Namjoon fast, and when his hand were unbound Namjoon went to work immediately, knocking away Jungkook’s hat, tearing into his vest and his uniformed jacket, kissing the whole time as Jungkook whimpered and tried to keep up, unable to do anything except shred holes in Namjoon’s fishnets.
It was a surprise to see more black ink on all that creamy skin when Namjoon had gotten buttons and zips undone, intricate swirls of black flowers and harsh lines across a shoulder, down parts of Jungkook’s chest, the boy fucking built and making Namjoon drool internally, his own cock hard at the sight of those taut, tense abs.
Fingers were in Namjoon’s shorts like Jungkook wanted them off, and Namjoon grinned against his mouth, kissing and letting his lashes flutter, squeezing his thighs around Jungkook, making the poor thing gasp and writhe.
“They have snap clips,” Namjoon mumbled against Jungkook’s cherry-kissed lips. “The shorts. You can tear ‘em off.”
“God,” Jungkook panted, nodding and kissing and letting his nimble fingers get to work. “O-okay--”
The shorts came away easily with that little bit of force, and Namjoon’s cock was hard and straining the fishnet tights, Jungkook’s pupils blowing wide at the sight. Namjoon wanted to make it worse, so he reached down and tore a hole, the fabric ripping and snapping and freeing his dick, Jungkook whining, paralysed, his hips jumping from the seat as if he was already inside.
“Y-your dick is so big,” Jungkook slurred the words like he couldn’t believe it, almost innocent in his wonder. “Hyung, oh my god.”
Hyung.
Oh, Namjoon loved that.
“Should let me put it in you one day,” Namjoon joked, nipping and kissing beneath Jungkook’s jaw, hands between them, trying to free Jungkook from his own trousers. “I’d fuck all those cute, silly morals right out of your system.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook nodded and nodded and Namjoon tried not to groan, finally getting the zipper down, finally pulling Jungkook’s cock free from his briefs, his pants, Jungkook lifting his hips to let Namjoon tear the useless fabric down his legs. “Please, hyung, a-anything--”
Namjoon nearly made a sly retort, nearly told Jungkook he was acting so slutty that he should be the one waiting for dick beneath street lights instead, but Namjoon was shattered from his teasing immediately, as he gave a small, short stroke to Jungkook’s cock.
What… was that?
“Officer,” Namjoon breathed, almost laughing in disbelieve, another stroke, another, just to feel if it was true. “Is your dick pierced?”
Jungkook nodded, starry eyed and looking so fucked out already.
This boy?
Soft, stutter-y, sweet Jeon Jungkook?
Tatted up with a piercing in his pretty, pretty dick?
Namjoon was broken.
“I need to you inside me,” It was a demand, Namjoon rising up on his thighs, well practised but feeling clumsy in his desire to get that cute pierced cock stuffed into him, reaching behind to tear out the plug keeping him ready, fingers in the pockets of his shredded shorts to dig out a packet of lube and a condom. “Need you to fuck me, officer.”
“I w-will,” Jungkook nodded and nodded, frozen where he sat, gasping as the condom was rolled down his length, watching as Namjoon dribbled lube all down the rubber. “I’ll do my b-best--”
Jungkook’s dick wasn’t huge, definitely wasn’t a challenge or anything new for Namjoon’s experienced ass, but it was Jungkook and Jungkook was cute and fun, and even through the condom, Namjoon could feel the way that small barbell of metal pressed against his rim, his walls, dragged inside him as he sank down, Jungkook’s head thrown back against the seat.
Oh, yes.
“Yes,” Namjoon was purring like a cat who got the cream, no hesitation as he rose back up on strong thighs, boots sinking into the car seat as Jungkook shattered apart beneath him, Namjoon gripping the handle above the window to make sure he could slam himself on that cock hard and fucking fast. “Yes, Jungkook, yes.”
The poor stunned police officer sat there and took it well, hands all over Namjoon as he tried to find some sort of stability, eyes wide and hypnotised by every jiggle of flesh, tearing more holes into the sad fishnet tights, just to see more thigh spill free.
Namjoon made sure to ride him like it was a punishment too, up, down, a roll of his hips to get Jungkook’s cock all shoved up against his prostate, and Jungkook was a whimpering mess, nails sinking into the swell of Namjoon’s ass, every muscle clenching as an orgasm approached rapidly.
It was cute, to make his pretty cop fall apart so fast.
“Officer,” Namjoon purred, low, sultry, keeping his pace steady as he licked the drool from Jungkook’s lips. “Can’t believe you kept this dick from me for so long.”
“I’m s-sorry,” Jungkook mumbled, gaze hazy, black hair plastered to his forehead. “I d-didn’t wanna be like them--”
Them?
“You’re so pretty,” Jungkook continued, his senses coming back to him just in time, pushing his hips up to meet Namjoon’s movements, a hand on the curve of his spine, the other in Namjoon’s fresh pink hair, guiding them together for more kisses, before Jungkook would cum and then come back to the reality of what they were doing.
“You’re so pretty too.”
“I’ve liked you f-for so long--”
Oh?
Namjoon couldn’t fight the blush, but he giggled, and felt his heart race.
“You got a crush, officer?”
“Yes,” Jungkook’s lips were soft and warm, and Namjoon wondered what they’d feel like in the morning, side by side in Namjoon’s bed. “I h-hate what you do out here, but I like you s-so, so much--”
Jungkook was close.
An inked hand was around Namjoon’s cock, trying to bring him to pleasure too, and that startled Namjoon enough to whimper, not used to being touched by the men who paid for his services.
“I like you too,” Namjoon gasped, right against Jungkook’s tongue. “You s-should take me on a date--”
“I want to,” Jungkook whined, straining to fight back his orgasm, Namjoon feeling himself clench around that perfect cock. “B-but I don’t want to share--”
“Then I’ll quit, and do something else,” Namjoon laughed, one last slam of his solid hips, Jungkook sobbing and curling his face into Namjoon’s chest, coming hard and holding Namjoon down as he filled the condom with his release, Namjoon stroking back his soft, silky hair. “Whatever you want.”
“Okay,” Jungkook was breathless and flushed as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm, still stroking Namjoon, kissing his chest, getting soft inside Namjoon’s ass, but not daring to move until Namjoon had reached his orgasm too. “Please come for m-me, hyung.”
They kissed as Namjoon finished, splattering his wetness all up Jungkook’s bare chest, but Jungkook didn’t care, only kissed him, milking out the last of it as Namjoon shivered and felt weak, thighs shaking, guided back into the car seat, kissed at all over with reverence, as Jungkook pulled his cock free and worshipped Namjoon wherever he could reach.
By the time they’d caught their breath and their pleasure had all but faded into a warm distance, Jungkook was cleaning up with wet wipes, shy and blushed as he did, his chest, his cock, Namjoon’s ass and cock too, before turning his attention to the car, sighing as he went.
“Yoongi hyung is gonna kill me.”
“How come?” Namjoon was putting his shorts back on, clipping up the snaps, endeared by Jungkook’s worrying.
“Because I fucked a prostitute.”
Namjoon rolled his eyes.
“You’re not the only cop on the force who’s done the dirty, baby.”
Jungkook’s eyes went wide, horrified.
“W-what?”
“Not with me!” Namjoon confirmed with a laugh, even though some had definitely tried it on. “You know Jung Hoseok? He’s dating of of my friends who works the streets on Friday nights. Yoongi hyung knows, don’t worry.”
“W-wait, you know Yoongi hyung??”
Namjoon giggled at Jungkook’s lack of knowledge.
“Yeah, I kinda work for him too. I report any suss shit I see going down, in exchange for being released every time you bring me in.”
Jungkook closed his eyes.
Sighed.
“… that explains why all my p-paperwork gets ‘misplaced’.”
“Sorry, Jungkookie.”
“I feel dumb now.”
“Baby, no,” Namjoon laughed, reaching out to pull Jungkook back in for more kisses, Jungkook pouting but letting him do it. “It wasn’t important information for you, and besides… I liked our weekly date.”
“You did?”
“Mm,” Namjoon hummed, wondering if they’d ever be able to do it again now, Jungkook dragging him in for an arrest, Namjoon siting pretty in the cuffs. “I’ll miss it.”
Jungkook flushed bright red.
“We… c-can always… uh, pretend?”
“That’s kinky, you dirty boy.”
“S-sorry--”
“Let’s do it.”
“… yes, y-yes, okay--”
And then Jungkook took Namjoon into the station while Namjoon folded his legs and fucked Jungkook with his eyes, filling in the paperwork together as Namjoon grinned and wondered when it would be too early to invite Jungkook home, and then when Namjoon left, tapping at where his name was written on the forms, his phone going off in his tiny bag as soon as the night air was settling into his skin.
Get home safe, an unknown number said on the screen. See you again soon, Namjoon hyung.
And then another, from Yoongi, that had Namjoon’s side almost split from holding in his laughter.
Oh no.
You defiled our poor rookie, didn’t you?
Namjoon texted back, when he finally caught his breath.
Me, Yoongi hyung??