Clinging to Not Getting Sentimental (1/2)
Title: Clinging to Not Getting Sentimental
Length: Oneshot
Pairings: Taemin/Kai
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, smut, romance, slight angst
Warnings: adult content, drugs, spanking
Summary: Kai is the notorious bad boy in town and Taemin has the pleasure of brushing with him every time he causes trouble.
a/n: haven't posted here in a while ahah oops
When Taemin had decided to become a cop, it had been the most exciting decision of his life. He was pumped about it right after he graduated High School. He was going to go to an academy and learn all about how to fight and be the forefront of justice. The second he'd gotten the title 'Officer', he'd been itching to get people to call them with crimes: robberies, stabbings, car chases, anything. The stuff you saw on TV, preferably.
What he hadn't expected was to be sitting on his ass most of the day and to have to mostly deal with the teen delinquents in town, which basically just consisted of one person; whom he'd seen consistently for about four years, give or take a little.
Kim Jongin.
He'd actually known that kid since the boy was ten, because everybody in this small town knew each other for some reason, and he'd been good friends with his parents, though he hadn’t seen much of them lately. Jongin had been much more of a joy when he was younger, that was for sure; now he was nothing but a pain in the ass, and the reason why Taemin hated his job. Admittedly, there wouldn't be much to do around there if Jongin didn't pop by every once in a while like he did, but every damn time the kid came, he had done some stupid crime that made Taemin want to hit him over the head with a brick because it was all so unnecessary.
"He's here," Hyorin said from the door, looking just as unimpressed as Taemin. Hyorin was one of the cops he worked with and she'd been his partner for a couple of years. She also knew that if Jongin ever got sent there that he was to be brought straight to Taemin. "Shall I take him in?"
"Yeah," Taemin said, sighing to himself. "I'll question him in here. Thank you."
It didn't take long before Taemin saw the sorry face being walked in, hands cuffed behind his back and his permanent frown parading around. Hyorin sat him on the bench by the wall, and Taemin watched the young boy slump against it.
"So, what did you do this time?" Taemin asked with full disinterest while scribbling down some directions for an altercation that had happened downtown in his notebook. "Underage drinking? Drugs? Start a fight? Kill a teacher? What?"
"I stole something," came Jongin's baritone voice, always so self-assured and full of childish defiance.
"Right. Larceny," Taemin mumbled, throwing his ballpoint pen away from him on the desk. "Should have figured; you haven't had that one on your list in a while. Great." He pulled out Jongin's file, which was always at the top of his bunk, along with Gene, the psychopath, and noted the crime down with a black pen. Next to Jongin's name, one of his old school photographs was paper clipped to his file. He was smiling in it, and Taemin knew Jongin hated that picture, so every time he saw it, he grinned in satisfaction.
"Can I--" Jongin started, but Taemin pointed a warning finger at him.
"You sit there quietly until I'm done with your file, capiche?" He raised his eyes, catching Jongin's, and the boy just stared at him, eyes filled with resentment.
Taemin went back to his file, pulling up the keyboard of his old, chunky computer. Their little police station didn't exactly have any state of the art things. They lived in a small town, after all. That was why Taemin saw less of murderers and more of Jongin's ugly mug than he wanted to. The only thing good about Jongin was that he had some sort of authority complex, and had practically thrown himself at Taemin from the very first second they'd met, doing almost anything to get him to sleep with him, like he was a child starved of attention. Taemin could see him kicking out and screaming for it, and he knew the boy's Dad barely talked to him and that his Mom was sick, so he kind of went along with it, letting Jongin play his dumb little games and then sometimes take the teen home to drill him into a mattress. God knows that at least it was satisfying seeing Jongin so helpless and submissive and kind of inexperienced when usually he was an obscene, rude, stubborn little shit.
"I have a date with a girl today," Jongin said out of nowhere, sounding obnoxiously proud of himself.
"Congratulations, Mr. Hot Commodity." Taemin didn’t bother looking over at him. "You've managed to screw that up for yourself real nice."
"So you're saying I can't go?"
"Of course you can't go," Taemin confirmed, licking his finger to turn the page in Jongin's file and finish typing up his case on the computer. The formalities he had to treat Jongin with every time were so pointless, but he had no choice in the matter. Every crime had to be duly noted, as was enforced by the government. "What did you expect? This right here is going to be your evening entertainment."
"That blows," Jongin complained, grimacing and leaning his head back.
"So do you sometimes," Taemin said off-handedly, laughing internally at his own joke. Jongin just scowled at him from his seat, looking all sorts of done with the situation.
"Just finish up your fucking paper so that I can get out of here," Jongin commanded, leaning exasperatedly over his knees so that Taemin could see his cuffed hands.
"If you didn't want to be in here then why did you steal?" Taemin tested.
"How was I supposed to know I'd get caught?" Jongin pressed indignantly. More like mumbled to the ground.
"You always get caught. You're sloppy and careless, and you shouldn't underestimate the police."
Jongin snorted. "Fuck the police."
"Jongin," Taemin said, glaring at him and waiting for him to look up, because he'd had enough of his shit.
"It's Kai," the teenager corrected, and Taemin almost laughed out loud from where he sat.
"But your name is Jongin," he pointed out, finally turning around to face him. "I think that's a lovely name."
"Ugh," Jongin groaned, turning away from him as much as he could on the bench. "You're fucking annoying."
"So are you, at this point. Also in general," Taemin retorted, tapping his fingers on his desk.
"Well?" Said boy mumbled angrily. "Are you going to lecture me or what?"
"Yup," Taemin agreed, pulling up to chair to sit right in front of his juvenile troublemaker. Jongin looked away from him defiantly, appearing more childish than he had five seconds ago, if that was even possible. "You have to cut your shitty behaviour out. I don't know whether it's to get my attention or somebody else's or what, but it's quite unbecoming on you."
"Shut up," Jongin spat, still not looking him in the eyes. "What do you know?"
"My IQ says that I know quite a whole deal more than you do," Taemin replied honestly.
"IQ's are overrated."
"So are you and your ego," Taemin said bitterly. He couldn't believe he was dealing with Jongin again. The kid caused trouble more than Taemin got real cases to solve, and he always walked in and out of the place because they didn't have Juvie and Taemin was supposed to just try and scare him. Luckily, in one year's time, Jongin would be old enough to land in real jail, and then hopefully Taemin wouldn't have to see his face again. "Look, Kai...I'm not trying to fight you. I'm trying to help you, and you have to let me. It doesn't have to be like this. If you keep going at this pace you'll get kicked out of school. Then you can kiss your dream of becoming a vet goodbye."
"I don't want to become a fucking vet," Kai said, rolling his eyes like only he could.
"Yeah you do," Taemin claimed, staring at him. "I've known you since you were little, remember? You used to cry when Monggu and Jjangu got hurt, and you'd always bandage their little paws up and watch over them until they got better."
"I was like twelve or something. Who even cares what I did back then."
"Because even to this day, you still want to become a vet. I remember you telling me about it only a few years ago, back when you hadn't started smoking crack and your grades were salvageable."
Jongin remained quiet for a while, and finally he turned his head around to face Taemin, his face contorted. He looked upset.
"I don't smoke crack."
"Alright," Taemin just said with a noncommittal shrug.
"I don't," Jongin pressed again.
"Okay." Taemin continued, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. He glanced up at the clock. 5pm already. He wanted to wrap this up fast so that he could head home and make dinner.
"Whatever," Jongin mumbled, slightly under his breath. "You're just a washed up cop with a slut of an ex-wife and a son who probably hates your guts by now."
"Don't you dare talk about Seohyun in that way," Taemin warned, getting up and leaning closer to Jongin, grabbing his hair. He pulled his head back in a spurt of anger. "You little brat. You know nothing of the real world. One day you're going to wake up and reality is going to hit you over the head like a goddamn brick. All you're doing now is playing with fire. And playing with fire gets you burned."
And by then he was at his breaking point. Taemin quickly uncuffed Jongin, then grabbed his t-shirt and pulled at him, yanking the teen from his seat and guiding him towards a free cell instead, where he shoved him to the ground. He huffed and then sucked in a breath of cold air, reaching for his belt and undoing it, along with his pants. It didn't take long before he'd fished his cock out and presented it to Jongin, holding it steady and guiding the boy's face up to it.
"Suck, you little shit. Go on," he commanded, nudging his pre-come leaking head up to his lips. Jongin complied faster than he'd thought, opening his mouth to take the phallus in one go, his warm, wet mouth swallowing almost every inch of Taemin's blazing skin like he was made for it. "You said all that shit just to get a rise out of me, didn't you? So you could do this." Taemin saw Jongin holding back a devious smirk as his lips were stretched nicely around the older's manhood. "You're the slut," Taemin reprimanded, bringing his hand down to fist Jongin's full hair. "Why do I always cave to you?"
And then Jongin was off, blowing him like he’d never doing anything else in his entire life. He sucked harder, his tongue doing wonderful things to the underside of Taemin's shaft, and all the officer could do was lean his head back and moan in contentment. With his busy work and life, he didn't meet any women on the regular, nor occasionally, so the only person he could compare Jongin to was his ex-wife, who was a conservative bible-thumper with a phobia of anything that deviated from normality. Like anything remotely phallic in her mouth. Jongin's mouth was heaven plus one.
He bucked his hips into his jaw automatically, letting Jongin show off his deepthroating skills which he always bragged about. Taemin didn't know why Jongin bragged about things like that when he was allegedly straight, but he wouldn't question it.
"How do you think your date would react if she knew you were blowing her off by blowing me?" Taemin asked with a snide chuckle, tightening his grip in Jongin's hair and holding him steady for his lazy thrusts. The younger didn't answer, but instead closed his eyes, like he was enjoying himself, and Taemin sped up his bucks, trying to get Jongin to at least choke on him once. He was punishing the boy, after all. He didn't want Jongin creaming his pants because of the treatment. "Are girls into that these days? Their suitors sucking cock behind their back?"
He got no reply as Jongin busied himself with trying to relax his throat for Taemin, slacking his jaw more and flattening his tongue. Oh, it was getting messy. Taemin grunted out in annoyance and pleasure while bucking up just a few more times, coming when he heard Jongin choke, and coating the inside of his pretty mouth.
The younger boy grimaced, bending over to spit the load on the ground, but Taemin covered his mouth with his hand, pushing his head up.
"No, you swallow it, you hear me?" He squeezed his hand harder over Jongin's plump lips. "Swallow like a good boy and I'll touch your little slut body for you, because it's begging for me, isn't it?"
He moved his hand away, trusting Jongin not to spit, and a broken, "Yes," was choked out. Taemin saw him swallow thickly, and he smiled.
"Thought so. Which part wants me the most?" He asked, running a firm hand down to caress Jongin's nipple. "Here?" He raised an eyebrow. Jongin moaned, leaning into the touch like he was starved for it. Taemin smirked and trailed down to his crotch, squeezing it pointedly. "Here?" He asked again, utilizing full on mock-concern. Jongin's breath hitched, his throat making all kinds of noises as he was groped. He closed his eyes as Taemin palmed him calmly and technically, like they were conducting scientific trials. The officer then moved his hand around to his backside, squeezing one if his large mounds before slapping him. "Or here?"
"Everywhere," Jongin said breathlessly, practically orgasming from the brief touches alone. Sweat was building up above his brows and upper lip and he looked gorgeous; horrendously beautiful, but Taemin would never tell him that.
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss Jongin chastely on the lips.
"So needy. Tell me exactly what you want, little slut."
"Put your hand down my pants," Jongin whined, bucking up fruitlessly. "Please," he added quickly as an afterthought.
Taemin snickered, popping open Jongin's button and teasing the zipper
"You're squealing like a little bitch, sweatheart," he teased. Jongin's pride was always so easily hurt. Taemin could see him struggling with himself, fighting the urge to moan and rub against Taemin's hand for friction.
Finally, Taemin sunk his hand into Jongin's underwear, fisting his strained and heated length. Jongin cried out, and flushed up in embarrassment about it a second later. Taemin smirked, squeezing and rolling his member a little to tease the boy. Jongin seemed to have forgotten about his tough act, because he let his head fall back and closed his eyes, humming appreciatively as Taemin fondled him.
"P-please...please suck me off."
"I'm not getting my lips anywhere near your genitals, Jongin. I don't know where they've been."
"I haven't been anywhere. Please-- oh god," Jongin moaned as Taemin flicked his wrist, turning his head to the side.
"I can finger you if you'd like," Taemin suggested as compensation.
"Suck me off…"
"It's that or nothing. I'm not running a negotiation business here."
"Fine."
"Fine what?"
"F-finger me."
"Alright."
Taemin peeled Jongin's clothes off, happy to see his beautifully tanned skin and soft legs emerge. Jongin was so beautiful. Whether Taemin wanted to admit it or not, that was just the truth. From his lean muscles to his warm flesh. He pushed Jongin's legs up so that he could get a look at his plump ass, pressing Jongin further down against the concrete.
"Ready for me, boy?" He asked, not expecting at answer, but he got a desperate mewl regardless. "Thought so. Slick my fingers." He held his pointer and middle finger up to Jongin's lips, pressing them into the hot cavern that was his mouth. Jongin lathered like a pro, sucking as wetting where appropriate, until Taemin decided enough was enough and pulled his dripping fingers out, quickly guiding them to Jongin's waiting hole.
Jongin whined once when he was first breached, but everything after that was a sultry sound, accompanied with lots of begging and emasculating moans. Taemin enjoyed it all thoroughly. Watching Jongin squirm while his face was red with raw pleasure was a delight in itself. The seventh wonder of the world.
"Fucking slut. I hope all your classmates know you approach grown men and ask pathetically to be fucked. Bet they think you're the big man always in charge, huh?"
He had three fingers thrusting in and out of him, Jongin practically screaming as his prostate was prodded, hands fumbling around desperately for something to hold onto, but only managing to scratch at the cold floor. Taemin was lucky he was the only one with the late shift, and was fairly certain nobody would bother coming in while he was having a supposed 'intervention' with Jongin, because he'd gotten people to try and help him out with that before, but it had always resulted in disaster. So him fingering delinquent of the month probably wasn't something anyone would get a wind of, especially because he hated Jongin's guts.
He picked up his pace, ignoring how the younger male was practically gurgling and biting off his own tongue, his chest vibrating with fast-paced inhales of air.
"N-no, wait," Jongin cried, hands shooing up to push at Taemin's chest with much futility. "I'm so close-- I want--"
"I don't care what you want," Taemin pressed, grabbing Jongin's wrists to peel his hands off his chest and pushing them down to the floor above his head instead. "My turf, my rules. And I don't have a condom."
Jongin screamed as Taemin jabbed him particularly hard, making the younger boy see stars, his hole clenching tight around Taemin's digits. He was convulsing already.
"F-fuck," Jongin whined, and Taemin had to plaster his palm over Jongin's wet lips to muffle his voice before anyone heard. He didn't like his potty mouth anyways.
A last couple few thrusts of his fingers and Jongin was gone, groaning and spilling all over his own stomach until his dick was twitching and soft-looking, his face red with effort. It was endearing, but also tremendously empowering. Taemin pulled his fingers out lazily, wiping them on Jongin's shirt before moving to fix up his own pants.
"Get up. I want you out of here in five minutes," Taemin mumbled, sparing a last glance at the delinquent, who was looking pretty wrecked as he panted in his naked, sweaty state. A part of Taemin wanted to give Jongin what he wanted, he wanted to go all the way with him, but that part was drowned out by the annoyed and angry side if him that hated Jongin for always making the same mistake over and over again. If Jongin stopped being bad, sure, Taemin wouldn't see his guts ever again, probably, which was good. He was always so caught up in work and never left except when necessary. But something told him he'd miss it all. At least the easy booty-call. "Hello? Earth to Jongin. Dress yourself and get out, unless you want me to throw you in with the drunk and disorderly and public masturbation inmates we got in this morning. I'm sure they'd be happy to have you."
He heard Jongin get up hurriedly, wrestling with his pants and t-shirt while his hair looked like he'd just gotten out of bed. His face was still red and his skin appeared heated, and Jongin looked best like that, Taemin thought.
Jongin left with a bitter and muttered, "Asshole."
*
Taemin lived in a bachelor apartment at the outskirts of the city, about fifteen minutes from his job. He'd always dreamt of ending up somewhere glamorous, but there he was stuck now was far from it. At least it was cozy.
After work, Taemin would spend his evenings drinking coffee out of the only mug he ever got to use, reading over some case files while watching CSI and wondering when his big break would come. After that he would dismantle and clean his gun, before putting it away safely. He never even used that thing, but he like to think that him polishing it every day would eventually pay off, and kept it as a part of his routine. The last thing he did was microwave a ready-meal dinner for one, setting it beside his coffee cup when he was done picking at it. He usually fell asleep on the couch due to lack of motivation to move himself to his bed, and that was also where he found himself in the mornings.
*
The next time Taemin met with Jongin, it was under another unsurprising situation. He'd been called to check on a seedy motel room because of smell and sound disturbances that had been reported -a motel just out of town where all the hookers hung out- and lo and behold, there in the middle of that room he found Jongin, and some other boy, snorting cocaine and smoking weed with the stink of sweat and sex like an omnipresent force around them, permeating everything in its path. Luckily, both teens were too high to understand much of what Taemin’s presence there even meant.
He cuffed Jongin's friend and sat him outside the room on the floor. His shirt was gone and his pants were unbuttoned, and Taemin had a hard time moving him because he kept falling down. When he finally got rid of him, however, he marched back in to Jongin -who had been about to go for another line- and shoved him down on the bed, grabbing his chin. He was angry.
"You fuck for drugs now? What happened to the chicks? And why would you do two drugs at the same time? Where do you even get the money for this shit?"
Jongin just laughed at him, and Taemin tried to not think about how pleasant the warm puffs of air felt against his skin, nor about how Jongin's hair fell cutely into his face and how his smile and closed eyes and fucked up state turned him on somewhat.
"I didn't...like after the second pill we took...everything was so fun...we decided to have this game where we checked whose spunk could shoot the farthest...if that's what you're...talking about...like a peeing contest but...with not pee..."
Taemin was about to tear him a new one and a half because, really? Three drugs at the same time? Masturbation contest? In some god forsaken shithole where nobody would notice if he lived of died? Especially not his equally fucked up friend. But just as Taemin was about to open his mouth and shout all hell at him, he noticed Jongin had fallen asleep, his mouth open and face peaceful. He stared for a while, watching the boy's chest rise and fall slowly, and sighed to himself. What had he expected? Jongin would never change. Jongin was selfish and predictable, and most of all stupid. He was about to wrap up and call Jongin's parents to have them come pick him up, when he heard Jongin moan, and saw him reach down to cup his crotch.
"Mmm, touch me," the boy mumbled, eyes still closed. Taemin wondered if he was dreaming, or if he was even aware of the situation at all. He didn't know much more about drugs other than the fact that they fucked people up. "Ooh, come on, come on, come on," Jongin continued in a hazy manner, almost wriggling on the bed. "Punish me, Officer. I've been so bad...so bad..."
Taemin sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at Jongin some more, who seemed to be high out of his mind. Normally the boy didn't voice exactly what he wanted, because he was defiant and moody and liked to pretend he was above it, but this was a nice change. He was transparent for once, and vulnerable, and Taemin had had it with him getting everything he wanted.
He grabbed Jongin's body and hoisted him over his lap with much effort (the boy was a lot heavier than he looked, that was for sure), ignoring his nonsensical ramblings and the saliva that was running down his chin.
"Quiet, Jongin," He said. He pulled the boy's pants down, along with his boxers, baring his perfectly round ass to the stuffy room. He placed a careful hand on one of the mounds, soothing the area like a calm before the storm. "Count with me in your head."
He lifted his hand up high and then brought it down on Jongin's ass with a loud but satisfying crack, rippling his flesh. The teen howled, squirming relentlessly on Taemin's lap, which did nothing but make the other male hard.
"Nooo," Jongin whined, almost gurgling the word in his throat. "Punish me with your cock, not like that."
"That's for me to decide," Taemin told him, spanking him once more, this time leaving a blooming, pink mark on the skin beneath his hand. "You're a greedy little slut, and I won't have it. You think you can get away with whatever you want...but when you sit down for dinner tonight, I hope your ass stings like hell and that you remember this moment."
Another slap, then three more of the same caliber, and all Jongin did was whine into the bed sheets, too high to keep squirming and protesting. By the time Taemin was finished, Jongin's ass was nice and red, and he felt an odd sense of satisfaction from pulling his pristine, white underwear back up over it, then buckling his pants up nice and safe, like he was wrapping up a present.
Jongin had been spanked to silence, but when Taemin turned around to carry him out of there, the other boy he'd sat down outside earlier was standing in the doorway, staring wide-eyed and mouth open.
"Did you see all of that?" Taemin asked cautiously, feeling unease settle in his gut. If this got back to the police station or out to anyone else, he'd surely lose his job. Luckily, the kid's eyes were red and unfocused, and he didn't look too aware of his surroundings.
"Are you his dad?" He just asked, eyeing Jongin, who Taemin had wrapped around his waist, trying hard to keep them both upright.
"No. I was just implementing a new form of punishment voted in by the DEA."
"Oh." The boy seemed to accept that just fine, and nodded his head. He bent over slightly. "Will I also...?"
"No-- no, you're fine. You left the scene without a struggle. Couldn't say the same for this one." He eyed Jongin, then looked back at the boy. The boy nodded again. "Alright...get in my car and I'll take you both home."
"What kind of car do you have?" The boy asked, scrunching up his nose in confusion, like he was trying to make sense of the universe, but then the time-space continuum and the impossibility of black holes came along and fucked it all up.
"...a police one."
*
After dropping the other boy off at the police station, Taemin parked his car down the road from Jongin's house to wait for the drugs to wear off and for him to come back to his senses and not act obscene. Taemin didn't know why he did it. He could easily have turned Jongin in at the police station once again, even told his mom on him, but instead he settled for reading the morning paper and occasionally glancing back at Jongin's sleeping face, which wasn't the most glamorous thing, smashed into the dusty backseat of his car.
When Jongin woke up about three hours later, unsurprisingly, the first thing that came out of his mouth was a slew of curse words, followed by some insults.
"Fuck...what the hell." Taemin heard Jongin sit up, rubbing his eyes and groaning. "Why am I sitting in your dirty ass car?"
Taemin took the liberty to roll his newspaper up and use it to beat Jongin a few times over the head with as he reached behind himself.
"Ow! Stop!"
Taemin did, discarding the paper only to turn the engine of his car on and let go of the clutch, so that the car jumped forward and Jongin's head bumped into and bounced off the velvety back of his seat.
"That's for being reckless and stupid. And not listening to me for the fiftieth time. And breaking the damn law." He slumped back in his seat, watching Jongin rub his nose in the mirror. With a heavy sigh, Taemin pulled his keys out and stuck them in his pockets. "Get out. Go up to your room and stay there until you decide you don't want to destroy your life anymore."
"You can't--"
"Don't test me, Jongin."
There were small sparks of defiance in Jongin that threatened to flare up, but he seemed to be smarter than Taemin gave him credit for, because eventually he dropped it, looking down and reaching for the door handle.
The only good thing coming out of the whole ordeal for Taemin was the little wince Jongin let slip as he got off his sore ass, moving it out of the car. The air felt lighter and calmer when he left, but it also initiated a small spurt of anxiety in Taemin, because he'd just spent about four hours on this waste-of-space boy that made conscious decisions to fuck up himself as well as everyone around him.
*
Sundays were suit and tie days, because they were Seohyun days, and Seohyun liked it when he was presentable and looked like he'd made something of himself for their little 'dinners'. Taemin only went because it was the only time he got to see Kwangmin, his son, and it was the only time where he felt like he wasn't a loser with no friends or social network.
"So...how's work these days?" Seohyun asked, her new boyfriend eating silently beside her. "Have you been dealing with those drunks again?"
It was a nice way of her reminding him that he was still stuck handling lowly police cases on a daily basis, while at the same time probably leading up to telling him about all the great things that new boyfriend of hers did. Alright, so he wasn't that new, he'd been around for a couple of years, but to Taemin he was still just 'the new boyfriend', because he himself was the old one. Well, husband, technically, but the point remained. He was sure Seohyun would put a ring on it sooner or later.
"Yes. I have." He took another bit of her vegan pot roast, watching Kwangmin play with his food.
"Oh, that's sounds fun." She was basically just dripping with sarcasm now, almost more than she was with uninthusiasm. "Mark went to Venice last week to attend a job interview. Maybe you should look for one too? Like a police department in a bigger city?" Taemin just nodded, chewing pensively on his not-meat. "You deserve a whole lot more than what they pay you now. I think Kwangmin would benefit from it, too."
Of course. She'd pull out the guilt of not being able to provide properly. Another pleasant dinner.
"I'll think about it."
Taemin kind of liked Mark. He always looked like he felt sorry for Taemin during the dinners, and that felt good. At least he wasn't crazy for thinking Seohyun could treat him better.
Kwangmin dropped his fork on the floor a few minutes later, and Taemin dove for it, using it as an excuse to escape to the kitchen for the remainder of the time.
*
Taemin was almost glad when he got a call about a fight happening outside a club on Tuesday night, because he hadn't gotten any real cop-action in ages. But then he heard the identity of one of the people involved and groaned so loud he couldn't heard himself think, which was good, because he wasn't thinking anything pleasant whatsoever.
Fucking Jongin.
He pulled up to the area, jumping out of his car and looking for the altercation. It wasn't hard to miss, because he heard yelling and cursing and saw a small group of people standing around something a little way away by one of the buildings, the cold, outside air biting at him as he looked over.
"Don’t touch my shit!" He faintly heard Jongin's voice boom, with an ever so slight slurring to it, meaning he was probably intoxicated.
"Oh, I ain't scared of you, Barbie doll. Stay the fuck out of our turf," some other guy said, and by the time Taemin rounded the corner, he saw both males with their hands raised in defense (or prepared attack), Jongin's knuckles white from giving the other guy a black eye, while the stranger's knuckles were painted red from punching Jongin heftily in the nose.
"Hey! Break it up!" Taemin yelled, pulling on his police officer persona and making the crowd part as he approached. Jongin seemed to take that moment to go for another swing, launching himself at the opposing guy with full force. "I said break it up!" Taemin yelled, reaching for Jongin's jacket and pulling him back. Jongin put up a good fight, but Taemin managed to wrestle him down to the ground, sadly at the expense of the other perp's capture, who fled as soon as he realized the police had become involved.
"There's nothing to see here. It's taken care of," he said, trying to disperse the building crowd. The handcuffs clinked around Jongin's wrists again, and he hoisted him up, shoving him in the direction of his car, the volatile boy stumbling reluctantly on with feet scraping the ground.
*
Jongin looked just as bored and annoyed sitting on the police bench as he did every time, but this time Taemin didn't bother showing him his own.
"Uncuff me," Jongin muttered, looking at him expectantly from across the room. Taemin was reading 1984, having come to the part where Winston started doing small acts of rebellion to feel like he was against the totalitarian rule. And he pretended it was infinitely more interesting that Jongin.
"So that you can do what, exactly?"
Jongin looked like he was about to answer, but he didn't. He leaned back instead, staring at the ceiling. Taemin turned the page, kicking his feet up on a small stool. It wasn't until then that he noticed how insanely cold the room was, the heating unit having been turned off for health inspection a couple weeks ago. He should have known his department wouldn't turn it back on the first thing they knew. They'd always tried to cut down on the electricity bills, and here was a perfect opportunity. All they needed to do was pretend Taemin wasn't a human being who needed heat.
"I'm sorry, alright?" He heard Jongin say out of nowhere, and almost stopped reading his book. "I didn't mean to fight that guy. I was just going to get a drink and play some pool. He started it."
"I don't care who started it," Taemin supplied, making an ear on his page because he'd lost the bookmark Kwangmin had made him in first grade, laminated and all. He was thinking of going for the Father of The Year. "It's always me who has to finish it."
He got up slowly, rustling his keys. Jongin glared at him until he realized he was coming to uncuff him, and leaned forward helpfully. Taemin freed his hands, then backed away again, slumping down on his chair with a heavy sigh. He turned on his computer.
"You can leave now. I'm not taking you home."
The old thing booted up, blue screen flashing. At least there was one thing in his life that never failed him. He typed his password and hit enter, waiting for the sound of Jongin leaving out the door.
Except it didn't come.
"Why do you never fuck me?" He heard Jongin complain, and felt him staring at the back of his head. "You always get off and I get off sometimes, but you almost never want to be in me...why?"
Taemin turned around, not sure why Jongin was even bringing sex up. This was the one time Taemin wasn't up for it. For anything. He wanted Jongin out and he wanted peace and quiet for himself.
To his horror, the teen standing behind him started pulling off his shirt, then proceeded to undo his pants and shove them down until finally, he stepped out of his underwear.
"What are you doing?" Taemin asked, chair turned around to try and gauge the situation.
Jongin started walking towards him, and when he finally reached him, he reached down to undo Taemin's pants as well, pulling everything down enough for his dick to be exposed. Taemin stared as the boy grabbed a hold of his limp member and started tugging on him furiously, face scrunched up in frustration.
"Jongin," Taemin started, looking to the open door. "Someone might--"
"Get hard!" The boy yelled, pumping Taemin's dick furiously, with even more vigor. He was on his knees for him, and though the sight was usually nice and more than arousing, this time was different.
"I don't get hard on demand, Jongin. Especially not when you're all angry and act like you can control me."
That made Jongin slow, and he only pulled on Taemin a few more times before he gave up. Taemin expected him to get embarrassed and angry and storm out of there, but instead he saw the boy's head flop down in his lap, and then heard the unmistakable sound of small, whiney sobs, feeling his thighs wet with tears.
He sat stunned to silence while Jongin got up against and moved to sit himself on Taemin's lap out of nowhere, ass placed over Taemin's soft member. He then proceeded to grind down desperately while crying into Taemin's neck, gripping the back of his chair.
"I just want you to fuck me...why won't you..." Jongin sounded so sad that Taemin almost pitied him.
After grinding futilely for a little while, Jongin stilled, hiccupping softly and slumping tiredly down. Taemin automatically reached out to stroke his back, Jongin's breath on his neck and his strung-out crying stirring some heat in his nether regions. He never thought he'd find himself like this, lap full of a crying Jongin, on his office chair, door open and all the power of the world in his hands. He was so big and Jongin was so small.
He kissed Jongin's jaw, then reached his hands down to knead at his ass, tempted to give him what he wanted. It wasn't that he didn't want him, because he did. A lot. Taemin wasn't sure what it was.
He was almost fully hard by now, and stroked himself a few times while feeling himself fit beautifully against Jongin's crack, nestled between the cheeks. Jongin was quite a bit bigger in build than him, but the weight was comforting, and Jongin's skin was warm and sweaty from effort already, making it easy for Taemin to touch and caress.
He grinded himself up against Jongin experimentally, kissing his neck and shoulder. Jongin seemed out of it, and stayed slumped against him, small whimpers escaping his lips periodically. Taemin glanced at the door warily while slicking up a finger with spit and worming it into Jongin's hole. He almost didn't care anymore, if he got caught. All he knew was that right now Jongin was needy and his dick was hard, and he wanted to fuck up into that warm body until they were both senseless.
He reached for his secret drawer, pulling out the bottle of lube he saved for boring days -sometimes Jongin days- squirting some out and lathering his shaft with a healthy amount. He ran a hand through Jongin's hair and sucked on his earlobe to distract him. He then ran the head of his dick down Jongin's crack a few times, before he finally pushed up, and smashed his lips against Jongin's to muffle his pained sounds as he eased himself in, the boy's muscles clenching and unclenching wildly around him.
"Shhh," Taemin sounded against his mouth, gripping Jongin's supple thigh tight and securing an arm around his waist. He kissed Jongin all he could until he was fully inside, the boy's hole having swallowed him beautifully. He'd be lying if he ever tried to say it wasn't pleasurable, and that he was doing it all for Jongin, because it was good. It was so, so good. So good he couldn't even wait for the boy to adjust, and began rocking into him slowly, relishing in his quietened whimpers. He could feel Jongin's nose sticky with blood against his shoulder, and went faster, bucking up into the heat with more vigor.
It wasn't long before he was bouncing Jongin's plump ass in his lap, lifting him with his arms and thrusting up at the same time with much effort. He was breathing in the scent of his skin and waiting for someone to catch them, and the excitement of it all only brought him closer and closer to the edge.
"Is this what you wanted? Huh?" He asked against Jongin's cheek, grabbing at his hair and pulling hard back so that his throat was bared. "Demanding, little brat."
Jongin didn't put up any resistance. He didn't even whine or choke as Taemin forced his head back. He just stayed limp and accepting, body free to mold and move. And Taemin moved it.
"Fuck, why do you feel so good," he couldn't help but say, closing his eyes as Jongin clenched around him.
He decided his legs were tired and that he needed a change in position, hauling Jongin ungracefully and sinking him down to the floor, turning him so that he was on his knees, his face and shoulders pressed into hard surface. He lined himself up with him again, and then continued where he'd left off, this time using the strength in his arms to keep Jongin in place as he bucked forwards, plastering his chest down on Jongin's back so that he was almost crushing him. His loin smacked against Jongin's behind rhythmically, and he made sure to fondle with Jongin's front and hit his prostate dead on until the boy came hard down his own leg, twitching and crying out. Taemin came soon after, pulling out and jerking himself to completion over Jongin's back, tracing a lazy finger through the mess as he panted and came down from his euphoria.
Groaning, he wiped his face with the back of his hand, then wiped his lube-covered hands off on Jongin, and then got himself up off the floor, fixing his pants back up.
"Go to the bathroom to wipe yourself off and then leave, alright? Don't let anyone see you."
Jongin just kind of slumped on his side, wrecked and strung and unresponsive. Taemin sighed.
He took the trip to the bathroom on his own, bringing back toilet paper to wipe Jongin off with and throwing the soiled pieces straight into the toilet to flush down. Jongin looked better a few minutes later, but still refused to leave, so Taemin grabbed all his clothes and forced them back on him, sticking all his limbs in the right holes and trying to make him look like he hadn't just been fucked and cried his eyes out at the same time. The last step had been to drag Jongin to the bathroom to use some water to splash in his red face and fix his messy hair, and after that Jongin seemed more awake, grabbing his jacket quietly as he prepared to leave.
"I'll be good from now on. That way I won't bother you anymore," Jongin almost whispered.
Taemin nodded, pretending not to hear him. It wasn't like he hadn't heard that before. But Jongin really was on thin ice by now. Nobody would let him slide next time.
"See you never," Taemin sent him off with. "Hopefully."
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Length: Oneshot
Pairings: Taemin/Kai
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, smut, romance, slight angst
Warnings: adult content, drugs, spanking
Summary: Kai is the notorious bad boy in town and Taemin has the pleasure of brushing with him every time he causes trouble.
a/n: haven't posted here in a while ahah oops
When Taemin had decided to become a cop, it had been the most exciting decision of his life. He was pumped about it right after he graduated High School. He was going to go to an academy and learn all about how to fight and be the forefront of justice. The second he'd gotten the title 'Officer', he'd been itching to get people to call them with crimes: robberies, stabbings, car chases, anything. The stuff you saw on TV, preferably.
What he hadn't expected was to be sitting on his ass most of the day and to have to mostly deal with the teen delinquents in town, which basically just consisted of one person; whom he'd seen consistently for about four years, give or take a little.
Kim Jongin.
He'd actually known that kid since the boy was ten, because everybody in this small town knew each other for some reason, and he'd been good friends with his parents, though he hadn’t seen much of them lately. Jongin had been much more of a joy when he was younger, that was for sure; now he was nothing but a pain in the ass, and the reason why Taemin hated his job. Admittedly, there wouldn't be much to do around there if Jongin didn't pop by every once in a while like he did, but every damn time the kid came, he had done some stupid crime that made Taemin want to hit him over the head with a brick because it was all so unnecessary.
"He's here," Hyorin said from the door, looking just as unimpressed as Taemin. Hyorin was one of the cops he worked with and she'd been his partner for a couple of years. She also knew that if Jongin ever got sent there that he was to be brought straight to Taemin. "Shall I take him in?"
"Yeah," Taemin said, sighing to himself. "I'll question him in here. Thank you."
It didn't take long before Taemin saw the sorry face being walked in, hands cuffed behind his back and his permanent frown parading around. Hyorin sat him on the bench by the wall, and Taemin watched the young boy slump against it.
"So, what did you do this time?" Taemin asked with full disinterest while scribbling down some directions for an altercation that had happened downtown in his notebook. "Underage drinking? Drugs? Start a fight? Kill a teacher? What?"
"I stole something," came Jongin's baritone voice, always so self-assured and full of childish defiance.
"Right. Larceny," Taemin mumbled, throwing his ballpoint pen away from him on the desk. "Should have figured; you haven't had that one on your list in a while. Great." He pulled out Jongin's file, which was always at the top of his bunk, along with Gene, the psychopath, and noted the crime down with a black pen. Next to Jongin's name, one of his old school photographs was paper clipped to his file. He was smiling in it, and Taemin knew Jongin hated that picture, so every time he saw it, he grinned in satisfaction.
"Can I--" Jongin started, but Taemin pointed a warning finger at him.
"You sit there quietly until I'm done with your file, capiche?" He raised his eyes, catching Jongin's, and the boy just stared at him, eyes filled with resentment.
Taemin went back to his file, pulling up the keyboard of his old, chunky computer. Their little police station didn't exactly have any state of the art things. They lived in a small town, after all. That was why Taemin saw less of murderers and more of Jongin's ugly mug than he wanted to. The only thing good about Jongin was that he had some sort of authority complex, and had practically thrown himself at Taemin from the very first second they'd met, doing almost anything to get him to sleep with him, like he was a child starved of attention. Taemin could see him kicking out and screaming for it, and he knew the boy's Dad barely talked to him and that his Mom was sick, so he kind of went along with it, letting Jongin play his dumb little games and then sometimes take the teen home to drill him into a mattress. God knows that at least it was satisfying seeing Jongin so helpless and submissive and kind of inexperienced when usually he was an obscene, rude, stubborn little shit.
"I have a date with a girl today," Jongin said out of nowhere, sounding obnoxiously proud of himself.
"Congratulations, Mr. Hot Commodity." Taemin didn’t bother looking over at him. "You've managed to screw that up for yourself real nice."
"So you're saying I can't go?"
"Of course you can't go," Taemin confirmed, licking his finger to turn the page in Jongin's file and finish typing up his case on the computer. The formalities he had to treat Jongin with every time were so pointless, but he had no choice in the matter. Every crime had to be duly noted, as was enforced by the government. "What did you expect? This right here is going to be your evening entertainment."
"That blows," Jongin complained, grimacing and leaning his head back.
"So do you sometimes," Taemin said off-handedly, laughing internally at his own joke. Jongin just scowled at him from his seat, looking all sorts of done with the situation.
"Just finish up your fucking paper so that I can get out of here," Jongin commanded, leaning exasperatedly over his knees so that Taemin could see his cuffed hands.
"If you didn't want to be in here then why did you steal?" Taemin tested.
"How was I supposed to know I'd get caught?" Jongin pressed indignantly. More like mumbled to the ground.
"You always get caught. You're sloppy and careless, and you shouldn't underestimate the police."
Jongin snorted. "Fuck the police."
"Jongin," Taemin said, glaring at him and waiting for him to look up, because he'd had enough of his shit.
"It's Kai," the teenager corrected, and Taemin almost laughed out loud from where he sat.
"But your name is Jongin," he pointed out, finally turning around to face him. "I think that's a lovely name."
"Ugh," Jongin groaned, turning away from him as much as he could on the bench. "You're fucking annoying."
"So are you, at this point. Also in general," Taemin retorted, tapping his fingers on his desk.
"Well?" Said boy mumbled angrily. "Are you going to lecture me or what?"
"Yup," Taemin agreed, pulling up to chair to sit right in front of his juvenile troublemaker. Jongin looked away from him defiantly, appearing more childish than he had five seconds ago, if that was even possible. "You have to cut your shitty behaviour out. I don't know whether it's to get my attention or somebody else's or what, but it's quite unbecoming on you."
"Shut up," Jongin spat, still not looking him in the eyes. "What do you know?"
"My IQ says that I know quite a whole deal more than you do," Taemin replied honestly.
"IQ's are overrated."
"So are you and your ego," Taemin said bitterly. He couldn't believe he was dealing with Jongin again. The kid caused trouble more than Taemin got real cases to solve, and he always walked in and out of the place because they didn't have Juvie and Taemin was supposed to just try and scare him. Luckily, in one year's time, Jongin would be old enough to land in real jail, and then hopefully Taemin wouldn't have to see his face again. "Look, Kai...I'm not trying to fight you. I'm trying to help you, and you have to let me. It doesn't have to be like this. If you keep going at this pace you'll get kicked out of school. Then you can kiss your dream of becoming a vet goodbye."
"I don't want to become a fucking vet," Kai said, rolling his eyes like only he could.
"Yeah you do," Taemin claimed, staring at him. "I've known you since you were little, remember? You used to cry when Monggu and Jjangu got hurt, and you'd always bandage their little paws up and watch over them until they got better."
"I was like twelve or something. Who even cares what I did back then."
"Because even to this day, you still want to become a vet. I remember you telling me about it only a few years ago, back when you hadn't started smoking crack and your grades were salvageable."
Jongin remained quiet for a while, and finally he turned his head around to face Taemin, his face contorted. He looked upset.
"I don't smoke crack."
"Alright," Taemin just said with a noncommittal shrug.
"I don't," Jongin pressed again.
"Okay." Taemin continued, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. He glanced up at the clock. 5pm already. He wanted to wrap this up fast so that he could head home and make dinner.
"Whatever," Jongin mumbled, slightly under his breath. "You're just a washed up cop with a slut of an ex-wife and a son who probably hates your guts by now."
"Don't you dare talk about Seohyun in that way," Taemin warned, getting up and leaning closer to Jongin, grabbing his hair. He pulled his head back in a spurt of anger. "You little brat. You know nothing of the real world. One day you're going to wake up and reality is going to hit you over the head like a goddamn brick. All you're doing now is playing with fire. And playing with fire gets you burned."
And by then he was at his breaking point. Taemin quickly uncuffed Jongin, then grabbed his t-shirt and pulled at him, yanking the teen from his seat and guiding him towards a free cell instead, where he shoved him to the ground. He huffed and then sucked in a breath of cold air, reaching for his belt and undoing it, along with his pants. It didn't take long before he'd fished his cock out and presented it to Jongin, holding it steady and guiding the boy's face up to it.
"Suck, you little shit. Go on," he commanded, nudging his pre-come leaking head up to his lips. Jongin complied faster than he'd thought, opening his mouth to take the phallus in one go, his warm, wet mouth swallowing almost every inch of Taemin's blazing skin like he was made for it. "You said all that shit just to get a rise out of me, didn't you? So you could do this." Taemin saw Jongin holding back a devious smirk as his lips were stretched nicely around the older's manhood. "You're the slut," Taemin reprimanded, bringing his hand down to fist Jongin's full hair. "Why do I always cave to you?"
And then Jongin was off, blowing him like he’d never doing anything else in his entire life. He sucked harder, his tongue doing wonderful things to the underside of Taemin's shaft, and all the officer could do was lean his head back and moan in contentment. With his busy work and life, he didn't meet any women on the regular, nor occasionally, so the only person he could compare Jongin to was his ex-wife, who was a conservative bible-thumper with a phobia of anything that deviated from normality. Like anything remotely phallic in her mouth. Jongin's mouth was heaven plus one.
He bucked his hips into his jaw automatically, letting Jongin show off his deepthroating skills which he always bragged about. Taemin didn't know why Jongin bragged about things like that when he was allegedly straight, but he wouldn't question it.
"How do you think your date would react if she knew you were blowing her off by blowing me?" Taemin asked with a snide chuckle, tightening his grip in Jongin's hair and holding him steady for his lazy thrusts. The younger didn't answer, but instead closed his eyes, like he was enjoying himself, and Taemin sped up his bucks, trying to get Jongin to at least choke on him once. He was punishing the boy, after all. He didn't want Jongin creaming his pants because of the treatment. "Are girls into that these days? Their suitors sucking cock behind their back?"
He got no reply as Jongin busied himself with trying to relax his throat for Taemin, slacking his jaw more and flattening his tongue. Oh, it was getting messy. Taemin grunted out in annoyance and pleasure while bucking up just a few more times, coming when he heard Jongin choke, and coating the inside of his pretty mouth.
The younger boy grimaced, bending over to spit the load on the ground, but Taemin covered his mouth with his hand, pushing his head up.
"No, you swallow it, you hear me?" He squeezed his hand harder over Jongin's plump lips. "Swallow like a good boy and I'll touch your little slut body for you, because it's begging for me, isn't it?"
He moved his hand away, trusting Jongin not to spit, and a broken, "Yes," was choked out. Taemin saw him swallow thickly, and he smiled.
"Thought so. Which part wants me the most?" He asked, running a firm hand down to caress Jongin's nipple. "Here?" He raised an eyebrow. Jongin moaned, leaning into the touch like he was starved for it. Taemin smirked and trailed down to his crotch, squeezing it pointedly. "Here?" He asked again, utilizing full on mock-concern. Jongin's breath hitched, his throat making all kinds of noises as he was groped. He closed his eyes as Taemin palmed him calmly and technically, like they were conducting scientific trials. The officer then moved his hand around to his backside, squeezing one if his large mounds before slapping him. "Or here?"
"Everywhere," Jongin said breathlessly, practically orgasming from the brief touches alone. Sweat was building up above his brows and upper lip and he looked gorgeous; horrendously beautiful, but Taemin would never tell him that.
He chuckled, leaning down to kiss Jongin chastely on the lips.
"So needy. Tell me exactly what you want, little slut."
"Put your hand down my pants," Jongin whined, bucking up fruitlessly. "Please," he added quickly as an afterthought.
Taemin snickered, popping open Jongin's button and teasing the zipper
"You're squealing like a little bitch, sweatheart," he teased. Jongin's pride was always so easily hurt. Taemin could see him struggling with himself, fighting the urge to moan and rub against Taemin's hand for friction.
Finally, Taemin sunk his hand into Jongin's underwear, fisting his strained and heated length. Jongin cried out, and flushed up in embarrassment about it a second later. Taemin smirked, squeezing and rolling his member a little to tease the boy. Jongin seemed to have forgotten about his tough act, because he let his head fall back and closed his eyes, humming appreciatively as Taemin fondled him.
"P-please...please suck me off."
"I'm not getting my lips anywhere near your genitals, Jongin. I don't know where they've been."
"I haven't been anywhere. Please-- oh god," Jongin moaned as Taemin flicked his wrist, turning his head to the side.
"I can finger you if you'd like," Taemin suggested as compensation.
"Suck me off…"
"It's that or nothing. I'm not running a negotiation business here."
"Fine."
"Fine what?"
"F-finger me."
"Alright."
Taemin peeled Jongin's clothes off, happy to see his beautifully tanned skin and soft legs emerge. Jongin was so beautiful. Whether Taemin wanted to admit it or not, that was just the truth. From his lean muscles to his warm flesh. He pushed Jongin's legs up so that he could get a look at his plump ass, pressing Jongin further down against the concrete.
"Ready for me, boy?" He asked, not expecting at answer, but he got a desperate mewl regardless. "Thought so. Slick my fingers." He held his pointer and middle finger up to Jongin's lips, pressing them into the hot cavern that was his mouth. Jongin lathered like a pro, sucking as wetting where appropriate, until Taemin decided enough was enough and pulled his dripping fingers out, quickly guiding them to Jongin's waiting hole.
Jongin whined once when he was first breached, but everything after that was a sultry sound, accompanied with lots of begging and emasculating moans. Taemin enjoyed it all thoroughly. Watching Jongin squirm while his face was red with raw pleasure was a delight in itself. The seventh wonder of the world.
"Fucking slut. I hope all your classmates know you approach grown men and ask pathetically to be fucked. Bet they think you're the big man always in charge, huh?"
He had three fingers thrusting in and out of him, Jongin practically screaming as his prostate was prodded, hands fumbling around desperately for something to hold onto, but only managing to scratch at the cold floor. Taemin was lucky he was the only one with the late shift, and was fairly certain nobody would bother coming in while he was having a supposed 'intervention' with Jongin, because he'd gotten people to try and help him out with that before, but it had always resulted in disaster. So him fingering delinquent of the month probably wasn't something anyone would get a wind of, especially because he hated Jongin's guts.
He picked up his pace, ignoring how the younger male was practically gurgling and biting off his own tongue, his chest vibrating with fast-paced inhales of air.
"N-no, wait," Jongin cried, hands shooing up to push at Taemin's chest with much futility. "I'm so close-- I want--"
"I don't care what you want," Taemin pressed, grabbing Jongin's wrists to peel his hands off his chest and pushing them down to the floor above his head instead. "My turf, my rules. And I don't have a condom."
Jongin screamed as Taemin jabbed him particularly hard, making the younger boy see stars, his hole clenching tight around Taemin's digits. He was convulsing already.
"F-fuck," Jongin whined, and Taemin had to plaster his palm over Jongin's wet lips to muffle his voice before anyone heard. He didn't like his potty mouth anyways.
A last couple few thrusts of his fingers and Jongin was gone, groaning and spilling all over his own stomach until his dick was twitching and soft-looking, his face red with effort. It was endearing, but also tremendously empowering. Taemin pulled his fingers out lazily, wiping them on Jongin's shirt before moving to fix up his own pants.
"Get up. I want you out of here in five minutes," Taemin mumbled, sparing a last glance at the delinquent, who was looking pretty wrecked as he panted in his naked, sweaty state. A part of Taemin wanted to give Jongin what he wanted, he wanted to go all the way with him, but that part was drowned out by the annoyed and angry side if him that hated Jongin for always making the same mistake over and over again. If Jongin stopped being bad, sure, Taemin wouldn't see his guts ever again, probably, which was good. He was always so caught up in work and never left except when necessary. But something told him he'd miss it all. At least the easy booty-call. "Hello? Earth to Jongin. Dress yourself and get out, unless you want me to throw you in with the drunk and disorderly and public masturbation inmates we got in this morning. I'm sure they'd be happy to have you."
He heard Jongin get up hurriedly, wrestling with his pants and t-shirt while his hair looked like he'd just gotten out of bed. His face was still red and his skin appeared heated, and Jongin looked best like that, Taemin thought.
Jongin left with a bitter and muttered, "Asshole."
*
Taemin lived in a bachelor apartment at the outskirts of the city, about fifteen minutes from his job. He'd always dreamt of ending up somewhere glamorous, but there he was stuck now was far from it. At least it was cozy.
After work, Taemin would spend his evenings drinking coffee out of the only mug he ever got to use, reading over some case files while watching CSI and wondering when his big break would come. After that he would dismantle and clean his gun, before putting it away safely. He never even used that thing, but he like to think that him polishing it every day would eventually pay off, and kept it as a part of his routine. The last thing he did was microwave a ready-meal dinner for one, setting it beside his coffee cup when he was done picking at it. He usually fell asleep on the couch due to lack of motivation to move himself to his bed, and that was also where he found himself in the mornings.
*
The next time Taemin met with Jongin, it was under another unsurprising situation. He'd been called to check on a seedy motel room because of smell and sound disturbances that had been reported -a motel just out of town where all the hookers hung out- and lo and behold, there in the middle of that room he found Jongin, and some other boy, snorting cocaine and smoking weed with the stink of sweat and sex like an omnipresent force around them, permeating everything in its path. Luckily, both teens were too high to understand much of what Taemin’s presence there even meant.
He cuffed Jongin's friend and sat him outside the room on the floor. His shirt was gone and his pants were unbuttoned, and Taemin had a hard time moving him because he kept falling down. When he finally got rid of him, however, he marched back in to Jongin -who had been about to go for another line- and shoved him down on the bed, grabbing his chin. He was angry.
"You fuck for drugs now? What happened to the chicks? And why would you do two drugs at the same time? Where do you even get the money for this shit?"
Jongin just laughed at him, and Taemin tried to not think about how pleasant the warm puffs of air felt against his skin, nor about how Jongin's hair fell cutely into his face and how his smile and closed eyes and fucked up state turned him on somewhat.
"I didn't...like after the second pill we took...everything was so fun...we decided to have this game where we checked whose spunk could shoot the farthest...if that's what you're...talking about...like a peeing contest but...with not pee..."
Taemin was about to tear him a new one and a half because, really? Three drugs at the same time? Masturbation contest? In some god forsaken shithole where nobody would notice if he lived of died? Especially not his equally fucked up friend. But just as Taemin was about to open his mouth and shout all hell at him, he noticed Jongin had fallen asleep, his mouth open and face peaceful. He stared for a while, watching the boy's chest rise and fall slowly, and sighed to himself. What had he expected? Jongin would never change. Jongin was selfish and predictable, and most of all stupid. He was about to wrap up and call Jongin's parents to have them come pick him up, when he heard Jongin moan, and saw him reach down to cup his crotch.
"Mmm, touch me," the boy mumbled, eyes still closed. Taemin wondered if he was dreaming, or if he was even aware of the situation at all. He didn't know much more about drugs other than the fact that they fucked people up. "Ooh, come on, come on, come on," Jongin continued in a hazy manner, almost wriggling on the bed. "Punish me, Officer. I've been so bad...so bad..."
Taemin sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at Jongin some more, who seemed to be high out of his mind. Normally the boy didn't voice exactly what he wanted, because he was defiant and moody and liked to pretend he was above it, but this was a nice change. He was transparent for once, and vulnerable, and Taemin had had it with him getting everything he wanted.
He grabbed Jongin's body and hoisted him over his lap with much effort (the boy was a lot heavier than he looked, that was for sure), ignoring his nonsensical ramblings and the saliva that was running down his chin.
"Quiet, Jongin," He said. He pulled the boy's pants down, along with his boxers, baring his perfectly round ass to the stuffy room. He placed a careful hand on one of the mounds, soothing the area like a calm before the storm. "Count with me in your head."
He lifted his hand up high and then brought it down on Jongin's ass with a loud but satisfying crack, rippling his flesh. The teen howled, squirming relentlessly on Taemin's lap, which did nothing but make the other male hard.
"Nooo," Jongin whined, almost gurgling the word in his throat. "Punish me with your cock, not like that."
"That's for me to decide," Taemin told him, spanking him once more, this time leaving a blooming, pink mark on the skin beneath his hand. "You're a greedy little slut, and I won't have it. You think you can get away with whatever you want...but when you sit down for dinner tonight, I hope your ass stings like hell and that you remember this moment."
Another slap, then three more of the same caliber, and all Jongin did was whine into the bed sheets, too high to keep squirming and protesting. By the time Taemin was finished, Jongin's ass was nice and red, and he felt an odd sense of satisfaction from pulling his pristine, white underwear back up over it, then buckling his pants up nice and safe, like he was wrapping up a present.
Jongin had been spanked to silence, but when Taemin turned around to carry him out of there, the other boy he'd sat down outside earlier was standing in the doorway, staring wide-eyed and mouth open.
"Did you see all of that?" Taemin asked cautiously, feeling unease settle in his gut. If this got back to the police station or out to anyone else, he'd surely lose his job. Luckily, the kid's eyes were red and unfocused, and he didn't look too aware of his surroundings.
"Are you his dad?" He just asked, eyeing Jongin, who Taemin had wrapped around his waist, trying hard to keep them both upright.
"No. I was just implementing a new form of punishment voted in by the DEA."
"Oh." The boy seemed to accept that just fine, and nodded his head. He bent over slightly. "Will I also...?"
"No-- no, you're fine. You left the scene without a struggle. Couldn't say the same for this one." He eyed Jongin, then looked back at the boy. The boy nodded again. "Alright...get in my car and I'll take you both home."
"What kind of car do you have?" The boy asked, scrunching up his nose in confusion, like he was trying to make sense of the universe, but then the time-space continuum and the impossibility of black holes came along and fucked it all up.
"...a police one."
*
After dropping the other boy off at the police station, Taemin parked his car down the road from Jongin's house to wait for the drugs to wear off and for him to come back to his senses and not act obscene. Taemin didn't know why he did it. He could easily have turned Jongin in at the police station once again, even told his mom on him, but instead he settled for reading the morning paper and occasionally glancing back at Jongin's sleeping face, which wasn't the most glamorous thing, smashed into the dusty backseat of his car.
When Jongin woke up about three hours later, unsurprisingly, the first thing that came out of his mouth was a slew of curse words, followed by some insults.
"Fuck...what the hell." Taemin heard Jongin sit up, rubbing his eyes and groaning. "Why am I sitting in your dirty ass car?"
Taemin took the liberty to roll his newspaper up and use it to beat Jongin a few times over the head with as he reached behind himself.
"Ow! Stop!"
Taemin did, discarding the paper only to turn the engine of his car on and let go of the clutch, so that the car jumped forward and Jongin's head bumped into and bounced off the velvety back of his seat.
"That's for being reckless and stupid. And not listening to me for the fiftieth time. And breaking the damn law." He slumped back in his seat, watching Jongin rub his nose in the mirror. With a heavy sigh, Taemin pulled his keys out and stuck them in his pockets. "Get out. Go up to your room and stay there until you decide you don't want to destroy your life anymore."
"You can't--"
"Don't test me, Jongin."
There were small sparks of defiance in Jongin that threatened to flare up, but he seemed to be smarter than Taemin gave him credit for, because eventually he dropped it, looking down and reaching for the door handle.
The only good thing coming out of the whole ordeal for Taemin was the little wince Jongin let slip as he got off his sore ass, moving it out of the car. The air felt lighter and calmer when he left, but it also initiated a small spurt of anxiety in Taemin, because he'd just spent about four hours on this waste-of-space boy that made conscious decisions to fuck up himself as well as everyone around him.
*
Sundays were suit and tie days, because they were Seohyun days, and Seohyun liked it when he was presentable and looked like he'd made something of himself for their little 'dinners'. Taemin only went because it was the only time he got to see Kwangmin, his son, and it was the only time where he felt like he wasn't a loser with no friends or social network.
"So...how's work these days?" Seohyun asked, her new boyfriend eating silently beside her. "Have you been dealing with those drunks again?"
It was a nice way of her reminding him that he was still stuck handling lowly police cases on a daily basis, while at the same time probably leading up to telling him about all the great things that new boyfriend of hers did. Alright, so he wasn't that new, he'd been around for a couple of years, but to Taemin he was still just 'the new boyfriend', because he himself was the old one. Well, husband, technically, but the point remained. He was sure Seohyun would put a ring on it sooner or later.
"Yes. I have." He took another bit of her vegan pot roast, watching Kwangmin play with his food.
"Oh, that's sounds fun." She was basically just dripping with sarcasm now, almost more than she was with uninthusiasm. "Mark went to Venice last week to attend a job interview. Maybe you should look for one too? Like a police department in a bigger city?" Taemin just nodded, chewing pensively on his not-meat. "You deserve a whole lot more than what they pay you now. I think Kwangmin would benefit from it, too."
Of course. She'd pull out the guilt of not being able to provide properly. Another pleasant dinner.
"I'll think about it."
Taemin kind of liked Mark. He always looked like he felt sorry for Taemin during the dinners, and that felt good. At least he wasn't crazy for thinking Seohyun could treat him better.
Kwangmin dropped his fork on the floor a few minutes later, and Taemin dove for it, using it as an excuse to escape to the kitchen for the remainder of the time.
*
Taemin was almost glad when he got a call about a fight happening outside a club on Tuesday night, because he hadn't gotten any real cop-action in ages. But then he heard the identity of one of the people involved and groaned so loud he couldn't heard himself think, which was good, because he wasn't thinking anything pleasant whatsoever.
Fucking Jongin.
He pulled up to the area, jumping out of his car and looking for the altercation. It wasn't hard to miss, because he heard yelling and cursing and saw a small group of people standing around something a little way away by one of the buildings, the cold, outside air biting at him as he looked over.
"Don’t touch my shit!" He faintly heard Jongin's voice boom, with an ever so slight slurring to it, meaning he was probably intoxicated.
"Oh, I ain't scared of you, Barbie doll. Stay the fuck out of our turf," some other guy said, and by the time Taemin rounded the corner, he saw both males with their hands raised in defense (or prepared attack), Jongin's knuckles white from giving the other guy a black eye, while the stranger's knuckles were painted red from punching Jongin heftily in the nose.
"Hey! Break it up!" Taemin yelled, pulling on his police officer persona and making the crowd part as he approached. Jongin seemed to take that moment to go for another swing, launching himself at the opposing guy with full force. "I said break it up!" Taemin yelled, reaching for Jongin's jacket and pulling him back. Jongin put up a good fight, but Taemin managed to wrestle him down to the ground, sadly at the expense of the other perp's capture, who fled as soon as he realized the police had become involved.
"There's nothing to see here. It's taken care of," he said, trying to disperse the building crowd. The handcuffs clinked around Jongin's wrists again, and he hoisted him up, shoving him in the direction of his car, the volatile boy stumbling reluctantly on with feet scraping the ground.
*
Jongin looked just as bored and annoyed sitting on the police bench as he did every time, but this time Taemin didn't bother showing him his own.
"Uncuff me," Jongin muttered, looking at him expectantly from across the room. Taemin was reading 1984, having come to the part where Winston started doing small acts of rebellion to feel like he was against the totalitarian rule. And he pretended it was infinitely more interesting that Jongin.
"So that you can do what, exactly?"
Jongin looked like he was about to answer, but he didn't. He leaned back instead, staring at the ceiling. Taemin turned the page, kicking his feet up on a small stool. It wasn't until then that he noticed how insanely cold the room was, the heating unit having been turned off for health inspection a couple weeks ago. He should have known his department wouldn't turn it back on the first thing they knew. They'd always tried to cut down on the electricity bills, and here was a perfect opportunity. All they needed to do was pretend Taemin wasn't a human being who needed heat.
"I'm sorry, alright?" He heard Jongin say out of nowhere, and almost stopped reading his book. "I didn't mean to fight that guy. I was just going to get a drink and play some pool. He started it."
"I don't care who started it," Taemin supplied, making an ear on his page because he'd lost the bookmark Kwangmin had made him in first grade, laminated and all. He was thinking of going for the Father of The Year. "It's always me who has to finish it."
He got up slowly, rustling his keys. Jongin glared at him until he realized he was coming to uncuff him, and leaned forward helpfully. Taemin freed his hands, then backed away again, slumping down on his chair with a heavy sigh. He turned on his computer.
"You can leave now. I'm not taking you home."
The old thing booted up, blue screen flashing. At least there was one thing in his life that never failed him. He typed his password and hit enter, waiting for the sound of Jongin leaving out the door.
Except it didn't come.
"Why do you never fuck me?" He heard Jongin complain, and felt him staring at the back of his head. "You always get off and I get off sometimes, but you almost never want to be in me...why?"
Taemin turned around, not sure why Jongin was even bringing sex up. This was the one time Taemin wasn't up for it. For anything. He wanted Jongin out and he wanted peace and quiet for himself.
To his horror, the teen standing behind him started pulling off his shirt, then proceeded to undo his pants and shove them down until finally, he stepped out of his underwear.
"What are you doing?" Taemin asked, chair turned around to try and gauge the situation.
Jongin started walking towards him, and when he finally reached him, he reached down to undo Taemin's pants as well, pulling everything down enough for his dick to be exposed. Taemin stared as the boy grabbed a hold of his limp member and started tugging on him furiously, face scrunched up in frustration.
"Jongin," Taemin started, looking to the open door. "Someone might--"
"Get hard!" The boy yelled, pumping Taemin's dick furiously, with even more vigor. He was on his knees for him, and though the sight was usually nice and more than arousing, this time was different.
"I don't get hard on demand, Jongin. Especially not when you're all angry and act like you can control me."
That made Jongin slow, and he only pulled on Taemin a few more times before he gave up. Taemin expected him to get embarrassed and angry and storm out of there, but instead he saw the boy's head flop down in his lap, and then heard the unmistakable sound of small, whiney sobs, feeling his thighs wet with tears.
He sat stunned to silence while Jongin got up against and moved to sit himself on Taemin's lap out of nowhere, ass placed over Taemin's soft member. He then proceeded to grind down desperately while crying into Taemin's neck, gripping the back of his chair.
"I just want you to fuck me...why won't you..." Jongin sounded so sad that Taemin almost pitied him.
After grinding futilely for a little while, Jongin stilled, hiccupping softly and slumping tiredly down. Taemin automatically reached out to stroke his back, Jongin's breath on his neck and his strung-out crying stirring some heat in his nether regions. He never thought he'd find himself like this, lap full of a crying Jongin, on his office chair, door open and all the power of the world in his hands. He was so big and Jongin was so small.
He kissed Jongin's jaw, then reached his hands down to knead at his ass, tempted to give him what he wanted. It wasn't that he didn't want him, because he did. A lot. Taemin wasn't sure what it was.
He was almost fully hard by now, and stroked himself a few times while feeling himself fit beautifully against Jongin's crack, nestled between the cheeks. Jongin was quite a bit bigger in build than him, but the weight was comforting, and Jongin's skin was warm and sweaty from effort already, making it easy for Taemin to touch and caress.
He grinded himself up against Jongin experimentally, kissing his neck and shoulder. Jongin seemed out of it, and stayed slumped against him, small whimpers escaping his lips periodically. Taemin glanced at the door warily while slicking up a finger with spit and worming it into Jongin's hole. He almost didn't care anymore, if he got caught. All he knew was that right now Jongin was needy and his dick was hard, and he wanted to fuck up into that warm body until they were both senseless.
He reached for his secret drawer, pulling out the bottle of lube he saved for boring days -sometimes Jongin days- squirting some out and lathering his shaft with a healthy amount. He ran a hand through Jongin's hair and sucked on his earlobe to distract him. He then ran the head of his dick down Jongin's crack a few times, before he finally pushed up, and smashed his lips against Jongin's to muffle his pained sounds as he eased himself in, the boy's muscles clenching and unclenching wildly around him.
"Shhh," Taemin sounded against his mouth, gripping Jongin's supple thigh tight and securing an arm around his waist. He kissed Jongin all he could until he was fully inside, the boy's hole having swallowed him beautifully. He'd be lying if he ever tried to say it wasn't pleasurable, and that he was doing it all for Jongin, because it was good. It was so, so good. So good he couldn't even wait for the boy to adjust, and began rocking into him slowly, relishing in his quietened whimpers. He could feel Jongin's nose sticky with blood against his shoulder, and went faster, bucking up into the heat with more vigor.
It wasn't long before he was bouncing Jongin's plump ass in his lap, lifting him with his arms and thrusting up at the same time with much effort. He was breathing in the scent of his skin and waiting for someone to catch them, and the excitement of it all only brought him closer and closer to the edge.
"Is this what you wanted? Huh?" He asked against Jongin's cheek, grabbing at his hair and pulling hard back so that his throat was bared. "Demanding, little brat."
Jongin didn't put up any resistance. He didn't even whine or choke as Taemin forced his head back. He just stayed limp and accepting, body free to mold and move. And Taemin moved it.
"Fuck, why do you feel so good," he couldn't help but say, closing his eyes as Jongin clenched around him.
He decided his legs were tired and that he needed a change in position, hauling Jongin ungracefully and sinking him down to the floor, turning him so that he was on his knees, his face and shoulders pressed into hard surface. He lined himself up with him again, and then continued where he'd left off, this time using the strength in his arms to keep Jongin in place as he bucked forwards, plastering his chest down on Jongin's back so that he was almost crushing him. His loin smacked against Jongin's behind rhythmically, and he made sure to fondle with Jongin's front and hit his prostate dead on until the boy came hard down his own leg, twitching and crying out. Taemin came soon after, pulling out and jerking himself to completion over Jongin's back, tracing a lazy finger through the mess as he panted and came down from his euphoria.
Groaning, he wiped his face with the back of his hand, then wiped his lube-covered hands off on Jongin, and then got himself up off the floor, fixing his pants back up.
"Go to the bathroom to wipe yourself off and then leave, alright? Don't let anyone see you."
Jongin just kind of slumped on his side, wrecked and strung and unresponsive. Taemin sighed.
He took the trip to the bathroom on his own, bringing back toilet paper to wipe Jongin off with and throwing the soiled pieces straight into the toilet to flush down. Jongin looked better a few minutes later, but still refused to leave, so Taemin grabbed all his clothes and forced them back on him, sticking all his limbs in the right holes and trying to make him look like he hadn't just been fucked and cried his eyes out at the same time. The last step had been to drag Jongin to the bathroom to use some water to splash in his red face and fix his messy hair, and after that Jongin seemed more awake, grabbing his jacket quietly as he prepared to leave.
"I'll be good from now on. That way I won't bother you anymore," Jongin almost whispered.
Taemin nodded, pretending not to hear him. It wasn't like he hadn't heard that before. But Jongin really was on thin ice by now. Nobody would let him slide next time.
"See you never," Taemin sent him off with. "Hopefully."
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