+Summary: It was supposed to be a fun night out with your coworkers, but somehow you found yourself in a holding cell at the police station. Luckily, the officer on duty has a big heart.
On AO3
===
God, how did you end up here?
Never in your life have you ever been in jail, but here you are, locked in a decrepit holding cell at the police station downtown.
As it was quite late, about 2 o'clock in the morning, all the officers had pretty much gone home. That is, except for Officer 'Jung Hoseok'. Fuck that guy. He had practically thrown you into the cell as if you weren't the victim here. Even if he was really hot and even if the way that police uniform fit him made you wanna cum all over his thighs. He was still a dick. On that note, you think he must have a really nice one, too.
"Hey! This isn't fair! He touched me first!" You bang on the metal bars of the cell hoping to get the attention of the overbearing cop.
"Yah! Quiet down. You can make your claim when it's your turn!" The cop's voice rings throughout the empty station, even the guy who's making his claim first seems shocked by his tone.
You grumble under your breath and sit begrudgingly on the cold concrete floor.
A few minutes pass by before Officer Jung Hoseok is unlocking your cell door, but it feels like hours.
"Finally. Am I free to go? Where's the other guy? Can I go home?" You stand up and stretch your back with a groan. You can practically feel him eyeing you when your crop top hikes up.
"The man left. I think you'll want to stay and make your claim, though. He wants to press charges." There's a slight smirk tugging at the policeman's lips but you barely notice it, lost in your own anger.
"What!? That prick! It was self-defense!" The officer signals you to follow him to his desk and you do. Once you're seated, the attractive cop asks you basic questions like your name and date of birth. You answer accordingly but not without admiring his beautiful facial features as he looks down at his computer.
"If you stare at me like that, I won't be able to focus," Officer Hoseok says it without looking up from his keyboard and you instinctively turn away. The alcohol in your system that usually makes you bolder seems to be betraying you right now.
"Okay." He finally looks up at you, eyebrows raised. "You said he touched you first. Can you tell me where and how?" He clicks his pen three times, ready to write your words down.
You think back to the club you were at an hour and a half prior. You happened to be there with a few coworkers and ended up getting separated from the group. It was just your 'luck' that while sitting alone at the bar a disastrous looking man approached you.
"I was sitting at the bar by myself and he came up and tried to get me a drink, blah blah blah-" You speak quickly as if you were trying to get to the good part of a story. "-And then he like, put his hand on my, uh, my-my leg..." The words leaving your mouth make you cringe a bit, as if you shouldn't say them.
"Hey, you don't have to say it if you don't want to. Why don't you come over here and show me what happened?" You can tell by the tone of his voice that he means well and it's a nice gesture. But somehow, your mind twists it into something much more sinful and dirty. Regardless, you obey, standing up and smoothing out your skirt before walking to his side of the desk and kneeling before the seated man.
His eyes go a little wide at the familiar scene and you feel better knowing both of your thoughts are impure
"We were both sitting and he put his hand-" You lay a gentle hand on his lower thigh and you can feel him tense imperceptibly below you. "-here. Then, he slowly moved it-" You look up at him as your hand gradually gets higher. He's looking down at you, too, except his eyes don't seem as kind as they were before. "-up to here."
You can't help if your hand gently squeezes his upper thigh. The way the navy blue wrapped around his lower body, you'd be lying if you said it didn't do things to you.
Officer Hoseok's hand finds its way to your chin, tilting your head ever so slightly so your eyes meet his a second time.
"Is that all he did?"
You bite your lip and use your other hand to unzip his uniform pants, knowing very well you wouldn't be able to respond with your words.
You can tell even before you take his throbbing length from his boxers that he's far past a semi.
"Isn't this against like, the law?" You tear your eyes away from his gratifying cock to look up again.
"I am the law." His hand combs through your hair slowly, the motion is so tender you almost forget how sinful the act you're about to perform is.
You let out a quiet snigger before grasping his cock by the base, leaning forward and swiping your tongue over the tip. As soon as you do this, you can feel him twitch in your hand. Somehow it works you up even more than you were before.
You part your lips slightly, immediately feeling his tip press against them. Opening your mouth bit by bit, you slowly take more and more of his length.
"Mm, that's good, baby." Officer Hoseok's voice is deep, deeper than it once was and it sends a quiver to your lower abdomen. His fingers thread through your hair before gripping your roots gently. "Would you let me fuck your throat, sweetheart." He's looking down at you, anticipating your answer. You're hesitant to say yes considering you've never been... throat fucked... before; but regardless, you give the cop a curt nod. You barely have time to react when his fingers tangle properly in your hair and he's forcing himself deep into your mouth. The sound you make when you feel his tip approach the beginning of your throat is nothing less than filthy. Its a mix between a gag and a moan and Hoseok absolutely eats it up.
The man above you lets out a sinful growl and you can't help but press your thighs together, a sigh of your own stumbling out from your abused throat.
The pace is fast and relentless. You could feel the mixture of precum and saliva drip down your chin as he used your mouth as his toy. All it does is spur you on farther.
"Fuck. Fuck, baby. That beautiful mouth of yours." Your hands slide up his thighs, kneading them with the pace of his thrusts.
Eventually, his thrusts start to falter, his movements turning into slow, heavy drives that have you choking and moaning around him.
"So close, baby. You're gonna make me- I'm gonna-" Hoseoks grip on your hair tightens before he's pulling your hair back and you can't help but let out a high pitched whine.
You're so lost in pleasure you don't even hear the way he lets out a low growl before cumming down your throat. You have no choice but to swallow every drop and only some of it ends up dribbling down the side of your mouth.
Officer Hoseok tucks himself away before leaning forward so he was looking at you from eye to eye, a smirk playing at his lips.
"Aish. Look what you did to me, I look like a mess." You don't have to look in the mirror to know you look like a freak. Hair disheveled and various... fluids all over you.
Hoseok doesn't bother to respond but instead uses his thumb to wipe the streak of cum dripping down the side of your mouth.
"Perfect." He finally says after pulling away.
"You know, after this encounter, I'll have to pay more attention to the local police department."
Officer Jung Hoseok simply gives a devilish smile in return.
