A Night in Narcotics (M)
Synopsis: You had one simple job tonight and you let Mujin down by getting caught by Narcotics while transporting new product from the warehouses since you had pulled transport duty tonight. Now you were stuck in a holding cell, alone with the smug cop that was able to slide those handcuffs around your wrists. You wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk right off his face...
Contains: Jeon Pildo x (f) reader, Dongcheon member!reader, adult language, smut, explicit depictions of unprotected sex, use of handcuffs, sir kink, teasing, exhibitionism, spanking, hair pulling, edging, creampie.
“Freeze! Don’t move!” A voice boomed through the nearly abandoned warehouse you were assigned to supervise during a transport, someone within Dongcheon giving away our location. You had a feeling there was a rat in your midst, but you were too busy focusing on this huge Tokyo job that you had neglected to do your full research on who it could be. And now you were being pursued by the local Narcotics unit as you were dashing through corridors as fast as you could, desperate to escape like a caged rat.
Mujin wouldn’t necessarily be mad or disappointed in you if you were to get caught, but considering you were one of his best mules, you should’ve been more careful. Granted, this was all due to the rat in your ranks, but you still could’ve prevented this. It was worth noting that you were able to save most of the product as you strapped it to one of your counterparts and made sure he escaped back to HQ. Because of your generosity, you were the only one left behind at the warehouse. It looks like the odds were stacked against you in this situation.
Determined as ever, you continued to pound your feet in the ground to propel yourself as far as you could as quickly as you could, hearing the thunderous footsteps of at least four officers right on your tail. While you were thinking five hundred miles a minute on which outlet to take, you neglected to pay attention to the stray crack in the foundation that was raised just enough to trip you and send you tumbling into a stack of crates. Not even seconds later after you crashed and burned into the crates, you were now face to face with the officer that had been chasing you the minute he arrived on scene, a taunting grin painted on his face, “Finally got someone from Dongcheon after all these years. You’re coming with me tonight sweetheart.”
Interrogations proved to be useless as you refused to speak unless legal counsel was present, something Mujin had taught you just in case you were to find yourself in this situation. You were unable to get your lawyer here since you were unable to alert Mujin of your situation, but you were hoping that your partner was able to successfully escape to let him know that you had been had. Especially by an arrogant cop who is currently watching you like a hawk through your holding cell.
Meanwhile, you were sitting calmly in you cell with your back against the wall, watching the second hand on the clock go round and round in an attempt to pass the time. Well, at least you were trying to pass the time, but it was kind of hard with the cop making his way over to you and standing right in front of you with his arms crossed, “Never thought Mujin had such good looking drug mules, but he always surprising us these days.”
You didn’t even bother to respond to him, honoring your vow of silence whenever you were trapped in enemy territory. The less you said, the less they could use against you and get you thrown into prison. But the cop didn’t seem to care, he just wanted to hear his own voice. He had that kind of swagger to him and you hated the fact that he was viewing you as some kind of trophy for his efforts. All these years of hunting Mujin and they finally had something to show for it: his talented drug mule.
“How much longer are you going to gawk at me?” You spat, finally having enough of that cop eyeing you over his magazine and acting like he wasn’t undressing you a couple seconds ago. In your line of work, you were used to men ogling at you but they never paid attention to how dangerous you actually were. This cop is no exception as you were now standing in front of the cell door, crossing your arms over your chest and glaring at the man who was now standing from his desk to join you.
“I don’t think I like your tone, sweetheart,” The cop taunted at you, knowing the petname irked you the minute he used one on you when he put the cuffs on your wrists. This caused your eyes to squint that the arrogant man in front of you, him smirking as he too crossed his arms over his chest. The only difference is that his muscles bulged out generously in his light green top, your eyes spanning the impressive physique reluctantly. You didn’t want to give him any reason to exploit something in you, but you couldn’t help it. You were a woman with needs and this cocky but very attractive man was staring at you like a lion stares at his prey.
A new surge of confidence flowed through you as your lips turned into a devilish grin as you licked your lips before leaning in as close as you could before the bars restricted you, “Oh no, what are you going to do? Punish me?” With that you gave him a playful wink before letting your tongue wet the soft skin of your lips in a sinful way, testing to see if this cocky attitude was just a facade or the real thing. Judging by the way his eyes widened and how he started to cough uncontrollably in reaction to your suggestive touch, you knew he was just as pathetic as the rest of them.
Just as you were about to turn back to return to your preferred spot on the wooden floor of the cell, you felt a strong hand grip your wrist to yank you back, forcing you to become face to face with the now hot and bothered cop. You felt his grip on your wrist tighten as his eyes studied your face carefully, admiring your features before he spoke, “I’m going to lock the door and when I get back, you’d better be shirtless for me. If not... Well, we’ll just have to see, won’t we?”
The stranger’s command sent shivers down your spine that eventually ended in your core, you choking back a moan that was struggling to be contained in your throat. You knew that if your boss saw you in this situation, he would probably kill you or him. But you didn’t seem to care as the cop left you alone in your cell while he went to go lock the door. Part of you wanted to obey him, but part of you wanted to continue to mess with him and see what he had in store for your punishment.
Sitting prettily in the scarcely furnished cell, you waited patiently for your gentleman caller of the night with a calm smile on your face. However, when the dashing stranger made his way back to the area you were in, he didn’t seem to happy at the fact that you were still wearing your white button down with black blazer and slacks to match. That simply wouldn’t do.
Sighing at your apathy, you watched as the man walked over to his desk and rummaged around in the drawers before pulling out a shiny pair of handcuffs. These were the exact same pair he used on you to apprehend you back at the warehouse, and these were going to be the ones to hold you in place while you took whatever the stranger had in store for you. Now this was something you could get behind.
The stranger appeared at the door of your cell within seconds, the sound of metal creaking together grabbing your attention as you smirked up at the rather intimidating looking man. You opened your mouth to make one of your infamous quips, but the offensive comment never came as the man grabbed you forcefully by your wrist to yank you to your feet. His patience with you had run out and it was time someone taught you a lesson in respecting authority figures.
Cold metal encased both of your wrists as the man tied your hands behind your back, sliding the handcuffs on your wrists rather tight before shoving you forward harshly. You turned your head and glared at him, silently telling him to watch himself as Mujin doesn’t take too kindly to damaged goods returning from the police station. But the man didn’t seem to care as he shoved you forward again, nudging you in the direction of what you were assuming was his desk judging by the photo of him and his sister. You also took this opportunity to study the nameplate that lay on his desk, revealing his identity to be “Detective Jeon Pildo” according to the embellished wood.
As the two of you rounded Pildo’s desk, he made sure to push you forward so that the tops of your thighs were making contact with his desk while he stood behind you, his hot breath fanning the back of your neck. Standing perfectly still, you kept your eyes forward was Pildo’s hands made contact with your hips, tracing his way inward until he palmed the plumpness of your ass. A small yelp could be heard in response to the sudden contact, hearing Pildo chuckle behind you as he took one more step towards you. All color drained from your face when you felt the intimidatingly long shape that belonged to Pildo nestling against your backside, pressing his member against you to make his intentions known.
“What’s the matter, princess? You were all bark earlier, now where’s that bite?” Pildo teased behind you as he rocked his hips into you, the friction causing goosebumps to spread over the expanse of your body. He was right. You had no problem snapping back at him and disrespecting everything about his existence earlier, but now that he had you pinned against his desk with his hardened length pressed tightly against your body, you were having a hard time forming words at the moment.
While one of Pildo’s hands stayed anchored on your hip, the other one traced up your ass until he reached your lower back, pushing forcefully on the area so that you folded over the desk at ninety degrees. Letting out a grunt from how rough Pildo had bent you over his desk, you turned your head to look back at him through squinted eyes. Your glares did nothing to Pildo as he simply laughed at you, reminding you that you were the one in handcuffs by tugging sharply on the metal to have it dig into your skin. You quickly realized that you were at the complete mercy of Pildo... You just hope he had a decent safeword in mind.
Seeing that you had relaxed underneath him, Pildo kicked both of your ankles to spread your legs wider before his hands returned to your hips. Calloused fingers hooked into your black work pants, yanking them down your legs to reveal rather revealing pair of laced panties. Completely unintentional, but Pildo wouldn’t have believed you as he groaned out from the sight of your panties sticking rather tightly to your cunt thanks to the gushes of wetness Pildo caused. He couldn’t help himself as he pressed two fingers to your clothed pussy to see how much of your essence would coat his fingers, him grinning wildly when he pulled them away to see a decent sheen on the tips of his fingers.
“Oh baby, how would your boss feel knowing you were dripping for the cop who arrested you? Mujin’s little drug mule, getting fucked by a cop,” Pildo mused as his hand rubbed the bare skin of your ass, him leaning down to sink his teeth into the supple flesh before kissing it softly. The sensation caused you to moan out wantonly, your core clenching around nothing but disappointment. You needed Pildo to do something, anything.
“Pildo please-,” You began to beg, but were quickly silence by the deafening sound of Pildo’s hand connecting with the soft skin of your ass, a small squeak falling from your lips in response to the burning spreading through you.
“That’s sir to you tonight,” Pildo corrected as he was now soothing the skin where he just hit, knowing he probably way going to leave a handprint behind from the sheer force. Although your ass was stinging from the welt that was most definitely forming, you couldn’t help but smirk from the sensation while unintentionally arching your back to ask for more. Pildo picked up on your subtle change in position and mirrored your devious smirk, stepping to the side of you while he kept one of his hands on the small of your back. He had to make sure he had the prime position in order to give you maximum pleasure.
Pildo’s hand came crashing down against your ass nearly as quick as he drew back, the sound of the smack ringing out through the room as you moaned out from the pleasure. The smirk on Pildo’s face deepened as he took this opportunity to rip your panties down your legs to join your slacks, returning his gaze to your ass that was growing redder with each smack. This time, he wanted to make sure he had a blank canvas to create his masterpiece, each delightful spanking he gave you eliciting a symphony of moans from you.
It was only after the tenth spanking that Pildo decided to relieve you of your punishment, rubbing the heated skin of your backside and soothing you while he worked on unbuttoning and removing his pants. The downside to you being bent over Pildo’s desk is that you were robbed of the opportunity of seeing Pildo’s beautiful length, only being allowed to feel it as his leaking tip was teasing your dripping folds. The only warning that Pildo decided to give you to signal that he was about to wreck your world was when you felt one of his hand grip your hip, the other one holding onto your wrists that were behind your back.
Sinful groans filled the air of the precinct as Pildo pushed himself forward, sinking his cock inside of your soaked heat. You could feel Pildo’s grip tighten on your hip as he groaned deeply, him throwing his head back from the sensation of your walls suffocating his cock from the first second he entered you. To say that he was struggling would be an understatement as you could hear his breathing become labored, you yourself having a hard time adjusting to Pildo’s impressive girth.
“Fucking shit baby, has anybody fucked you right?” Pildo asked rhetorically as he readjusted his grip on your hip, slowly drawing his hips out of you just to ram back into you. Pildo began to pick up speed when he finally got his bearings together, snapping his hips against you experimentally to see which strokes caused you to arch your back in pleasure. The answer was all of them as Pildo’s cock was hitting all the right places, you struggling to keep your composure in the first three minutes.
As time went on, Pildo began to unleash an animalistic pace onto you, his hand tangling with your hair to yank you up so that his lips ghosted along the skin of your ear. Pildo could feel you shudder in his grasp as he nibbled at the skin of your earlobe, you moaning out from all the pleasurable sensations going on. It was quickly becoming too much for your brain to keep up with, but you didn’t seem to mind at all as you arched even further for Pildo to be able to hit all the right spots at such intensity.
“S-sir, I’m gonna... I’m gonna cum,” You moaned out shamelessly as you could feel your legs starting to shake uncontrollably from the unbridled pleasure coursing through your veins. Pildo was making you see stars as he buried his cock deep inside of you to the point you were convinced he had hit your cervix, abusing your walls in a fit of raw passion. But just as you were about to let yourself go, Pildo drew his hips back particularly far and never entered again.
Instead, Pildo decided to take this opportunity to stand you back up and flip yout around, but not before he unlocked your handcuffs to let you gain access of them. Once you turned around, you were met with the delicious sight of Pildo’s shirtless torso, glistening with sweat after giving you the best fucking of your life, Traveling south, you licked your lips at the sight of Pildo’s length that was now red and angry. You weren’t allowed a lot of time to admire Pildo as he immediately laid you down on his desk so that your back was flat against the top of the desk while your legs were dangling off, taking his position in between your legs and immediately sinking his cock into you for the second time tonight.
When Pildo entered you this time though, you weren’t able to hold off your sinful desires as your orgasm crashed over you from the sensation, you wrapping your arms around Pildo’s broad shoulders to hold on fore dear life as Pildo fucked you through your orgasm. You were absolutely beside yourself as you screamed out for Pildo, sinking your nails into his shoulders as your core clenched unforgivingly around Pildo.
Pildo apparently couldn’t hold on that long either. Before, he was snapping his hips into you with so much intensity and fervor that you were sure your pubic bone was going to be bruised in the morning. But now, he was struggling to keep his breathing normal, his hips were starting to still against you, and he was currently grunting uncontrollably into your ear. It wasn’t long before Pildo called out your name as his cum filed you to the brim, painting your walls white with sin.
The two of you remained in your respective positions for a while; Pildo had his arms wrapped tightly around you for a surprisingly tender embrace while his lips were nestled into the crook of your neck, and you had your arms wrapped lazily around Pildo’s broad shoulders while having your legs wrapped his waist. It was rather intimate for the sinful acts you two just committed. But Pildo decided it was time to slip out of you shortly after, immediately tending to your every needs and making sure you were comfortable before tending to himself.
As you were busy adjusting your work uniform to make sure no wrinkle was seen and making sure no stains could be seen, the phone began to ring, immediately catching the attention of Pildo. Pildo gave you a nod to continue as he walked over to his desk, picking up the phone and answering in his professional tone since he was still at work after all. The phone call was pretty swift as he seemed disappointed, hanging up the phone on the receiver before turning to you, “Mujin’s here. He’s taking you home.”
You had to admit, you were pretty sad to be leaving Pildo like this. But your loyalty is with Dongcheon, not Pildo, so you had no choice but to tidy up your appearance to make sure that Mujin wouldn’t be allowed to ask any questions about what exactly happened tonight. But before leaving Pildo behind, you made sure to pass along your contact information and told him to bring his handcuffs anytime you two got together.
The weather outside was absolutely atrocious as the rain pounded against the side of the building, the wind howling through the night not helping the eerie appearance of the night either. The only thing that appeased you about total darkness outside was the slick black SUV with the window cracked to reveal its important patron: Choi Mujin.
Mujin didn’t mutter a word to you, he simply motioned for you to enter the vehicle with quick motion of his head, to which you obliged as if you had a choice. Once inside, Mujin sat on the opposite side of you and took an apathetic drag of his cigarette before flicking the rogue cherry out the window and turning his attention back to you, “Did everything go to plan?”
A devious smirk painted across your face as you rummaged through your pants pocket, pulling out a thin black flashdrive and placing it Mujin’s hand. This flashdrive was one you had stolen from Pildo’s desk when he turned you around to fuck you, this particular flashdrive containing every shred of information and evidence that Narcotics had on Dongcheon, Mujin, and everyone involved. You had your eyes on the flashdrive in question the second Pildo had brought you into the holding room. Knowing that the flashdrive was just sitting on his desk, all you needed to do was come up with a distraction.
And boy did you come up with quite the distraction for a job well done.