☂ Chapter 21 ☂

One day after rescuing kids, Jimin was trying to put kids in Y/n.

His hands grabbed at her uniform and popped the buttons off from how hard he pulled. She yelped at his nails scratching against her skin, but he didn't care. She didn't either seeing as she pushed him back on her bed and climbed on top of him. Her knees pressed against either side of the bouncy mattress, and her hands rested on his bare chest that had droplets of sweat decorating it. Her hair, like his, spiraled up in twelve different directions. Looking at her was a reflection of himself; both of them had eye bags, lip gloss smeared all over the lower halves of their faces, and few clothes on.

Her bra jutted out from under the ripped fabric of her uniform (oops), and her pants had no belt or thigh holster. Their shoes got yeeted out of existence, and he honestly didn't know where his trousers went. Probably to the same place that pen he had dropped in sixth grade had gone.

"What?" she asked when he didn't move to kiss her again. "You were the one who said you wanted to rip my uniform off."

He jabbed his finger toward her chest. "I did. Your tiddies are hanging out, babe."

"Then the fuck are you waiting for? Make out with them."

"Sheesh, bossy-"

"Oh my God."

She bent down and kissed him, and he accepted it without complaint. He shut his eyes and took off what remained of her outfit, including the pants. Soon enough, nothing came between them, and he rolled them around to get on top. Her legs wrapped around his waist and guided him closer.

It was safe to say they were horny. After a long... well, life... they decided they needed to let out their emotions on one another. It was one in the morning after a late shift doing paperwork, trying to crack the coded message, and filling Jungkook in on what had happened at the warehouse. The evidence needed review. After, they'd form a plan. A plan that could lead to the "mastermind" behind the child trafficking.

Not that he could focus on work, though. Y/n giggled into their kiss to distract him, and he pulled back so he could stare at her. For once, she didn't have gloves on. They rested on the nightstand with her full bottle of water. The cap didn't get a chance to get removed before Jimin had started making out with her. To be fair, it was Y/n's fault. She was the one walking around looking that good, knowing damn well her boyfriend, who exclusively thought with the head in between his legs rather than the one on top, wanted to fuck her sideways, backwards, on the kitchen counter, in his cruiser, and wherever else.

In conclusion: it wasn't Jimin's fault.

"You think they'll find a solid lead?" she asked as she traced her finger across his collarbone.

"Maybe." He pressed kisses up and down her neck, inhaling her sweet sweat scent. He had the same smell, though his had a faint aroma of peaches mixed in between thanks to his cologne he sprayed twenty times a day. "You think Captain Jeon will let us investigate together?"

She ran her hand through his hair and tugged on the locks, making him groan against her skin. He didn't care and left a hickey right above her right breast, then resisted the temptation to go down further. He waited until her legs squirmed under his weight. Then, and only then, did he kiss lower and rub his hands over her waist, coaxing her legs wider apart.

"I... hope." Her voice came out in a pant when he rubbed his knee against her. "Where do you..." She broke off and sucked in a sharp breath as he rushed up to her neck to leave more marks. "...think the kids are now?"

He kept her close to his body and gazed into her eyes. "Captain Jeon put them into protective care, not sure where." He paused to slow his movements and make her whine. A smirk blessed his lips once she dug her nails into his back. "Oh, sorry, did you want more?"

"You're such a fucking asshole."

"Mmm, I know." He kissed her and moaned into, backing up a second later and grabbing her lower lip as he did. His teeth grazed over her delicate flesh, feeling how it squished thanks to the pressure. Saliva soaked his mouth as he dropped her lip and placed his hands on her stomach. The soft touch made her giggle, and he snickered at that. "Ticklish?"

"Shut up and fuck me."

"Do you do anything other than boss me around?"

She rolled her eyes. "Do you do anything other than be annoying?"

He huffed. "I also eat donuts, jerk off to the thought of you, and forget to buy Yoongi tangerines."

"You forgot to buy Yoongi tangerines?" She furrowed her brows. Then, her eyes widened. "Wait a second, you've jerked off to the thought of-"

He made out with her to shut her up, and she clawed at his hair almost as if getting her revenge on him for interrupting her. Despite her pleas, he didn't fuck her yet. As much as he wanted to, he needed to A) wrap it before he tapped it, and B) get her to beg like a punk little bitch.

Okay, maybe Jimin would be the one who ended up begging, but it was worth a try.

"What do you want, hm?" he whispered against her lips. He tilted her chin up with his finger and forced their eyes to lock. "Look at me. If you look anywhere else, I'm not going to touch you, got it?"

She nodded and didn't break the contact. "Put that massive thing you call a dick inside me, dumbass."

He sighed. "You're never gonna beg for me, are you?"

She shrugged. "Next time you jerk off, dream of it. That's the only time you're ever gonna hear me beg."

Jimin couldn't argue with that, so he rolled over and went to her nightstand to search for the unholy wrapper. She sat up and flicked his shoulder over and over as he did, and he poked his tongue against his cheek as he struggled to find one.

"I thought you said you had some in here," he said once he found nothing but broken hair ties and mouthwash.

She snorted. "I never said that."

"Then do we have any?"

"There's one in your car. The emergency one."

He facepalmed and mumbled a few curses. She laughed at his expense and leaned back on the bed, the mattress bouncing with her and making a soft creak. Other than the creak, the room remained quiet. Distant honks from NYC disrupted them every once in a while, but he had to admit the serenity was refreshing.

"So I have to walk all the way out there?" he asked, and she grinned enough that it showed her teeth.

"I'll give you a dollar if you do it with your dick out."

He flipped her off and listened to her sweet laughs as he threw on his shirt and pants. He didn't bother with the boxers. After he got presentable, he took the (somewhat) walk of shame outside and searched his car to find a condom.

Nothing.

So, he dragged his horny ass back inside and ignored the two people walking by and glancing at his messy hair and half-buttoned police uniform.

Note: Jimin was barefoot, too.

Upon entering, he saw her apartment remained unchanged. After their shift, Jimin had driven her there, and thanks to their raging hormones, they hadn't had much time for chit chat or sightseeing. However, he hadn't missed much. The boring walls remained boring with no decorations, and the kitchen stayed as cramped as always. No music played, and no neighbors made a peep.

He went inside the bedroom to share the disappointing news, but he froze when he saw Y/n holding a rubber in her grasp. She gave him a toothy smile.

"It was in my dresser."

That little fucking bitch.

He jumped onto the bed and attacked her, not caring how rough he ended up being. Besides, she was a police officer; if anything, she liked it rough. His suspicions were confirmed when she whispered for him to fuck her hard, and he wanted to, but she had tested his patience, so he had to tease her first.

His clothes came off once more, and his fingers circled her inner thighs while trailing up to where she craved it. Like he had mentioned earlier, she didn't break the eye contact.

"I don't think you deserve me," he said as he wrapped his hand around himself and guided it toward her. She squirmed at the tiny distance between them, and he brushed his nose over hers. "But maybe if you beg..."

"We're in for a long night then, cause you're not getting shit."

Oh good lord, he fucking loved her.

From there, he snatched the sacred wrapper from her, geared himself up, and did the nastiest of dos on her without stopping, without caring if anyone heard, and without bothering to question if they were going too fast. They had been on minimal dates, after all. But that didn't matter to him. At least, not in that moment. Or in the next ten minutes it took him to fuck her brains out and make her eyes roll to the back of her head.

By the time they finished, she laughed more than she had when he made his stupid magic hands joke. She curled up on his sweaty chest and didn't speak for a few minutes. Instead, the silence got interrupted by distant sirens, honks, and her squeaks of laughter. When the couple minute grace period of "no talking after sex" came to its conclusion, she placed her chin on his right tiddy and peeked up at him.

"I have to piss."

He quirked a brow. "You felt the need to announce that?"

"Yes. You're coming with me."

"I already did-"

"No!" She glared at him, and he shut up at that. "I mean you're gonna piss too."

"I don't have to."

"Too bad. I wanna hold it."

Without another word, she slid off the bed and grabbed his uniform shirt, wrapping it around herself before skipping into the bathroom. A beat later, he could hear the trinkle from her releasing all the toxins from the day into the poor toilet. He rested his head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling that was as boring as the walls. It just hit him: he had sex with his girlfriend. And afterward, she wanted to hold his dick and watch him piss.

What the fuck had his life become, and why did he like it?

He willed himself to stand. Did he bother putting on clothes? No. In his apartment, he didn't bother wearing anything, so he didn't bother doing it around her. She saw his monster of a cock. No point putting it away.

Jimin entered as soon as she flushed, and she beamed and danced her way over to him. She pulled him closer. Then, she glanced down.

"Have you ever tried stacking donuts on it?"

He cleared his throat. "No."

"You're lying, aren't you?"

Yes, he was. One time, a few years back, he had ordered a dozen donuts after a night of drinking. That led to him getting himself hard and stacking donuts to see how many would fit. More than expected, but he didn't have a chance to keep testing since he had devoured the rest of the delicious treats.

"You're not holding my dick while I piss, Y/n," he said instead of answering the question. "Why don't you get some new sheets. I'll take them off, you put them back on?"

It was safe to say she ignored that.

"But I want to hold it." She motioned to his dick as if that'd make her argument stronger. "Please?"

He peered at her and watched her lips jut out in a little pout. Her scarred hands entered his eyesight, and he scanned over every mark on her flesh. Her hair looked like a bird's nest. Moisture covered her body, and his uniform hid her arms and shoulders along with part of her breasts, but he had the perfect view of her stomach. If beauty could be personified, he imagined it'd be her.

"I love you," he whispered before he could stop himself, and she snapped her head up at that. He realized he said it and backed up, his neck burning up. The mirror above the sink showed his rosy cheeks and swollen lips. They'd get rosier in a minute. "Sorry, I'm going too fast."

But it was true. No one had gifted him the bravery Y/n had. She listened when no one else would. Despite their cultural differences, she attempted to understand more about where he came from. Then there was her laughter and the way she could giggle over anything. A sense of innocence resided inside her, but not from a sexual or "pure" standpoint, more from her desire to see the best in the world. Jimin wished he could be like that. Although the future could change who they were and what their lives entailed, he didn't mind as long as he was by her side.

She didn't say anything, and that caused his adrenaline to spike and his lungs to shrivel up inside him. He fiddled with his fingers and felt the urge to throw his clothes back on. Part of him wanted to flee to his car and storm off, maybe finding drug dealers in the alleyways he could bust on the way home.

"So?" she asked, breaking the silence. He raised a brow, and she chuckled. "We're adults, not high schoolers. So what if you love me this early? You had a bullet in your arm and somehow carried my half-dead ass out of a creepy ship. If that doesn't show you love me, I don't know what does. Say it."

"What-"

"Say you love me."

Tears pricked at his eyes, but he held them back to instead calm his quivering lower lip enough to speak. "I... I love you."

She closed the distance and grabbed both his hands. "Again."

"I love you," he said with more strength than before.

She moved one hand out of his and instead to his cheek. "I love you too."

As soon as the words left her tongue, he kissed her. It ended with her pressed against the wall with her leg wrapped around his waist. If he had the energy and the refractory period wasn't a thing, he'd fuck her against the wall to show his appreciation. Fate had other plans. Before he could escalate the kiss to at least him eating her out, he heard his phone ring in the other room. Usher's Yeah! reverberated in the tiny space known as Y/n's apartment.

They grunted as they pulled away, and she motioned with her head for him to go pick it up. He scurried his way into the bedroom and found his phone under the clump of clothes at the foot of the bed. He snatched it and answered without looking at who it was.

"I'm getting pussy, call back later."

"Jimin," Jungkook's voice said, and Jimin froze at that. "Sorry to interrupt, but I think I made a breakthrough. That letter Y/n found? I had my best crack the code, and we got him. We know who's behind this now. If you want to know, come to the station and I'll show you everything I have."

All amusement drained from Jimin's face. "Do we know where he is?"

A beat of quiet passed.

"I think so."

Y/n stepped in with her curious eyes on him, and he nodded to her before turning his attention back to Jungkook, who remained silent and allowed Jimin time to process the information.

"What's the plan?"

On the other side of the line, Jimin heard lifelessness. No busy police department, no hum of Jungkook's computer, no sirens, no other voices—nothing. However, a few seconds passed, and the sound that tore the solace of silence away was the soft smack of Jungkook's lips parting to speak.

"We're going after him."

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