Let’s Get in the Back of Your Cop Car, Officer

by Carbonara_Thief8002

Summary:

Kim Hongjoong is a small town police officer in the southwest of the USA in the late 1990’s, and he is currently looking for someone to spend his life with. But he happens to pull over a sexy burlesque club dancer Seonghwa for speeding.

Notes:

Hello! This is the first time I’m publishing an FF, and I have been putting it off for sure :/
This idea is from TikTok, an edit I saw to the song Playing Dangerous by Lana Del Ray, and I thought it matched Seongjoong so well. Anyways this is short and sweet, and I’m not an experienced writer so I appreciate all the interaction I can get, thank you for choosing to read my fic when there are so many out there!

(Edit:) The user I got the TikTok from is @halaziq Pls go check their page out! ❤️❤️

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

It was a busy night in the burlesque club that Seonghwa was working in. Of course it wasn’t unexpected, after all, it is a Friday night.

 

The bar was full of men who “didn’t know” this was partially a drag bar, and even though they pretended to be disappointed or even disgusted, they stayed. How funny is that? Obviously they weren’t too bothered.

 

Even though many straight men would visit the bar, Seonghwa never really felt uncomfortable or unsafe. There was always security around to protect him if any of the men would get rowdy or possibly violent. And seonghwa had no problem showing off his body in skimpy clothing made for women who would strip or pole dance on particular nights, after all he was a natural born performer. Seonghwa would sing, dance, and act at the bar and catch the interest of everyone there, positive or negative, it was the attention that fueled his fire. Usually it was never anyone he was interested in, mainly straight women who would come for birthdays or bachelorette parties, or even worse, “straight” men.

 

Seonghwa learned early that it was a massive waste of time to take interest in any of the men who attended the bar. He had been denied kisses or acts of intimacy so many times by men who had the audacity to make the first move, but ended up backing out because of their own insecurities. Other men that visited the bar that were interested in men were too flamboyant for Seonghwa’s liking. He had wanted a man that could pick him up and be a sturdy pair of shoulders to hold on to.

 

Unfortunately for him, this was the only time and place he could be himself, and be safe.

 

Seonghwa lived in a fairly small town with a population of traditional and old fashioned people. The plan was to leave as soon as he could, but with the current state of the economy it was becoming increasingly difficult to make a decent amount of money to move towns or possibly states. Even if he was working two jobs, he knew it would be a while before he could accomplish his goal.

 

One day. One day I’ll be a star in a town that wants me. With someone that wants me.

 

It was a nice thought, and it was what kept him going, even if it meant performing at a bar that was seen as a joke or disgusting to the people of the city he lived in. Even if he was heckled while pouring his heart and soul into the songs he would sing and practice for. It hurt, but so did the thought of losing the paychecks and tips he would make by the end of the week.

 

Even if people cringed or laughed at him, he knew he was beautiful, and one day they would miss his shiny, sparkly, sexy aura.

 

“Good evening everyone, tonight I wanted to do some dancing, are there any objections?” Seonghwa spoke into the mic with a sultry and flirty tone.

 

The crowd was full of loud and drunken mumbles. And Seonghwa took that as a queue to begin his number.

 

He was wearing a stunning black lace and silk two piece set. The top was short and showed off his toned and flat stomach and the straps fell from his shoulders into flowy sleeves that he loved. The skirt hit right in the middle of his thighs with a sheer overskirt that gave him a little more volume to his hips that were already wider than his waist by a couple inches. Of course he wore a pair of strappy black heels that twisted around his calves and made him feel so feminine.

 

He danced to the song “Blue Bayou” by Linda Ronstadt and let his body follow the rhythm. He showed off his skill to the audience, and swayed his hips and showed off his long limbs and perfect proportions. The slow tempo set the sexy mood for his audience and he knew all eyes were on him.

 

His performance only lasted about 4 minutes before he blew a kiss to the audience, collected tips, and headed behind the curtain to his dressing room where his friend Wooyoung was waiting for him.

 

Wooyoung also performed at the bar but his performances were much more intense and he was much more disguised than Seonghwa was. Wooyoung would dress full drag and even wear a body suit that would give him a large chest, and no one would be able to recognize him in regular daylight. Of course, Wooyoung's natural beauty helped the illusion that he was a woman performing.

 

“Wonderful number tonight, Seonghwa! Everyone was in awe!”

 

“Thanks Wooyoung, but I could tell they were all mostly confused by my gender the whole time,” Seonghwa said with a note of dissatisfaction in his voice. All he wanted was to be admired, and no one questioned what might be under his clothes. Why did it matter what kind of genitalia he had? He was still a wonderful performer, and no one could appreciate his skill because his confidence scared them.

 

“I know Seonghwa, but you can always count on the fact that I think you look beautiful.” Wooyoung was so genuine with his statement, and made a smile appear on Seonghwa’s face.

 

“You’re the best Wooyoung. San coming to get you tonight?” Seonghwa felt he needed to change the topic to avoid the tears that threatened to slip from his eyes because of Wooyoung's statement.

 

“Yep, we have a date night planned, it’s our three year anniversary tomorrow, but he’ll be out for work so we’re having all the fun tonight.”

 

San was Wooyoung's boyfriend who was absolutely obsessed with him. They were a perfect match, both of them had an amazing sense of humor and a light hearted spirit. They still managed to keep a spicy and exciting relationship even after being together for so long, it was as if they never got tired of being together.

 

Seonghwa admired what they had.

 

“I hope you guys have the best night! I’m going to go home all alone again tonight,” Seonghwa said as a joke to Wooyoung, but it was completely true. He had no idea how the two men had been lucky enough to find each other in this town in this time, but it was truly a miracle. Seonghwa knew he would have to go far away to find what he was looking for.

 

“Aw Seonghwa don’t give up, that perfect person is just around the corner. I promise everything will work out as beautifully as your dreams.”

 

Seonghwa gave him a small smile and a hug before he finished packing up all of his things into his duffel bag he brought for his props, or wigs, or other extravagant clothing he would bring for his performances.

 

“I love you, have so much fun with San tonight okay? I’ll see you tomorrow,” Seonghwa took one final look at himself in the vanity mirror and tucked a couple of strands of his white blonde hair behind his ears.

 

“I love you more! Get some good rest Seonghwa!” Wooyoung waved to him before slipping on his heels as a finishing touch before he went up on stage for his number.

 

Seonghwa grabbed his bag and his keychain and walked out of the back door to the staff parking lot, being careful not to trip on the broken asphalt and huge cracks, since he was still in his heels. Rookie mistake to forget after-show slippers or more comfortable shoes. Even someone with tons of experience walking in heels, like Seonghwa, would definitely rather wear a pair of sneakers after a night of dancing.

 

Seonghwa had a 1989 black ford mustang that he had driven around since he was in high school. It was only ten years old, and worked like a charm. The car was definitely reliable, but it was easy to speed in. Seonghwa had a tendency to speed at least 5 over the limit, especially after a long night and when he had to be up early in the morning for his second job at the local diner.

 

He took a few minutes to breathe all by himself, relaxing his shoulders and of course, taking off the painful shoes. (It wasn’t the first time he had driven barefoot, and it certainly wasn’t going to be the last)

 

Seonghwa finally started up his car and backed out of the parking lot. It was dark but the parking lot was lit up by the pink neon sign that read “The Dollhouse,” the name of the bar. The roads were empty and Seonghwa had all his windows rolled down to feel the fresh May breeze that was the perfect temperature, warm but not hot, that was exactly what Seonghwa liked.

 

He felt his shoulder length hair blowing in the breeze and the slight sheen of sweat on his face from the stuffy, smoky bar began to dry.

 

The drive home was almost half an hour, so Seonghwa lit a cigarette to pass the time. He placed the cigarette in between his two fingers and twirled it around, it was a habit he had picked up from the years he’d been smoking.

 

He glanced at the clock in his car that read 12:37 am tonight he would be home surprisingly early compared to his regular shifts that would end at the early hours of the morning. But since he had asked his manager to leave earlier because he had work in the morning at his second job, he was let go by 12:15 am

 

While leaving the main part of the city, Seonghwa had contemplated stopping to get food, but ultimately he just wanted to get home to shower. He watched as all the street lights flickered and saw the drunken crowds leaving and going into the pubs and bars that lined the city’s downtown. But eventually the road became much more lonely. There were barely any buildings, just occasional gas stations, small town houses, or other small businesses. Seonghwa’s home was around another little neighborhood that was just past this bleak and empty section of their town, but it seemed like that boring view of southern plains and sparse trees here and there stretched on forever.

 

Eventually Seonghwa started to speed up. The road was mostly 35 mph, but that was just too slow for Seonghwa’s liking. After all he had had a very long week followed by an even longer night.

 

35

 

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44

 

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51

 

He had just passed the mark where he was 15 miles per hour over the speed limit when he heard the sirens.

 

Blue and red flashing could be seen in his rear view mirror.

 

Motherfucker

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Hongjoong had been patrolling the area for only a short amount of time. He was young and just got cleared to start patrolling on his own. 

 

He had no idea why it took almost a whole year to be able to do solo patrolling, because the amount of crime that happened in this town was so minimal that he knew most of the time he would just be sitting around watching for speeders or the occasional drunk driver. 

 

This is not the type of excitement I signed up for. 

 

Hongjoong wanted to be a cop because he believed it would be fulfilling to stop crime and protect the people of his town. But this was pathetic. His nights were full of nothing, watching cars pass and listening to his radio hoping for an exciting 10-code. It was even exciting for him to get to pull someone over for once. 

 

His job was lonely. But so was his regular life. Not many friends, no love life, not really even any sex life. At least not for a long time. He’s spent so much time training and studying for his job that he forgot to be a young man in his twenties. He should be out partying and drinking and having sex for fucks sake. 

 

But it was all said and done already. He could still go and have fun some nights. After all he had three days of the week off, and nothing else to do. 

 

Hongjoong honestly wanted to skip the small talk and settle with someone special. But he didn’t know who to look for. 

 

Hongjoong struggled with his sexuality for as long as he could remember. Men or women? It was always an internal battle he had with himself. Why can‘t it be both? 

 

Hongjoong knew he wasn’t ugly by any means, but for some reason he struggled finding people that would pick him out in a crowd. Hongjoong knew that was what he wanted, he wanted a love at first sight kind of feeling. It hadn’t happened yet, but he knew it would happen someday. His friends, Mingi and Yunho, had tried to set him up with a couple people before, but nothing had seemed to go as planned. 

 

Mingi and Yunho were also a couple, and they had been together since high school. Hongjoong thought they must have forgotten what it is like to just date around or what to look for in a potential relationship. Obviously, they didn’t have to worry about finding new people to go out on dates with, and Hongjoong envied that more than anything. It always seemed like everyone around him was in a relationship and he was always the 3rd wheel. He would give anything to make one of his friends a 3rd wheel. 

 

Actually just that morning he had met a woman for coffee. The date was set up by Yunho, since he was the most social person he’s ever known and seemed to know everyone. He had been sort of dreading the date since he knew this woman was looking for a traditional and working man who wanted children as soon as possible. 

 

Yikes

 

That was definitely not the route Hongjoong was on, at least not right now. But he pushed his doubt aside and went out to meet her anyway. The date was going alright until she brought up the topic of her future and what she had wanted to accomplish in the next five years. Kids, wedding, house, and a dog. Wow. That’s a lot. 

 

Hongjoong already knew this wasn’t the one. 

 

He left the date feeling empty, which was normal for him. She was nice but it just didn’t click, along with her wish list for the future, things just wouldn’t work out for the two of them. 

 

Hongjoong took the regular walk back to his apartment. He always enjoyed the view on the way to his home, it was quiet and it was so vast that he felt as if he could paint it a million times, if only he was an artist. The peaceful walk was quickly interrupted by the reminder that Hongjoong had another traffic patrol shift tonight. And not just another boring patrol, this would be excruciatingly dull. The road he would be patrolling was a giant stretch of a whole lot of nothing. It was known as the “bridge” between the more active part of the city with restaurants, bars, clubs, shops, and other things like that, to the residential area with property, the county school, and the police department. 

 

He was dreading the night ahead of him. He knew it would be a very big struggle to even stay awake during his 8 hour shift. He would be working from 5 pm to 1 am, which would be some of the most active hours of the night, and he knew there would be a couple tickets he’d have to issue, but other than that, it was pretty much radio silence. How unfair. Such a busy Friday night and nothing would be going 

 

Maybe I need a vacation. A cruise maybe?

 

Literally anything to bring him out of his constant state of boredom and save him from burn out would be amazing. Hongjoong had never been on a vacation where he went alone. Since he had moved out of his parents house, he was laser focused on school and his career, and he never felt he had enough stability to spend money on a vacation. But the underlying reason was that he didn’t have a partner to go with. Everything was more fun with someone and Hongjoong was missing that piece of the puzzle. He just needed to keep holding out hope. 

 

When Hongjoong made it back to his apartment, it was already almost noon. About 5 more hours to relax before he had to start his shift. He needed to sleep for at least a couple of hours, but he was feeling productive, and what’s the harm in finishing a couple chores before taking a nap? 

 

The sink was filled up with hot soapy water and Hongjoong took his time washing all the dishes, countertops, and even the other dusty surfaces throughout his home. After that he stripped his pristine white bedding off his mattress and threw it in the washer. It had been about two weeks since he washed his bedding so he figured it was a good time for a refresh. Two hours later, the floors were swept and polished, the bathroom was sparkling clean and all wiped down and sanitized, he quickly washed the large windows he had in his living room and the window in his room, and of course he took out the trash. 

 

It felt nice to be in his clean and fresh apartment, even if it wasn’t too messy to begin with there was nothing better than relaxing in a spotless house. Right before hopping in the shower, Hongjoong made his bed with all the freshly washed bedding and placed every pillow he had right where it belonged. It almost looked like he would be having someone over later. 

 

2:06 PM

 

His bedside clock flashed the numbers. Almost perfectly timed. He could take a fifteen minute shower and sleep peacefully for two and a half hours before getting dressed and heading out for the night. 

 

The bathroom quickly steamed up and Hongjoong's clothes found their way to the laundry basket in the corner of his bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror trying to see a clear image of his naked body through the glass that was fogging up with the hot water vapor. He ran his fingers slowly up his chest and over his shoulder to rub out a tension knot that had built up over the last couple work nights. He moaned out of relief at the sensation. 

 

God I need a massage. 

 

The thought of someone massaging his shoulders and back gave him a warm tingling feeling that lit up the feeling in his fingers and it slowly spread to his groin. 

 

It had been a long time since Hongjoong had pleasured himself. He was usually too stressed or too busy to even think about his own body and what he wanted, but nothing was stopping him now. 

 

He stepped into the warm water and let the sensation cover him. The water was a little too hot, but it felt good and it fueled his desire to touch himself even more. After his body was fully soaked with the water from the shower head he ran his hand back up to the sore spot on the back of his shoulder and continued to work the knot. The sounds that spilled from his mouth were completely involuntary, and kept coming with the movement of his hand. With his free hand he grabbed a hold of his cock and started to slowly pump up and down, roughly at the same pace as he was massaging his shoulder. 

 

Hongjoong started picturing someone else rubbing his back from behind. He didn’t have a specific face to put on the figure he was imagining, but he did know other details he would want for his perfect fantasy partner. He imagined long and slender fingers running around his body and tugging at his hair. He saw lean and tall legs that were tanned and would wrap around his torso when he would pick them up, or pin them to his mattress. He could almost smell the natural warm gourmand musk of the person behind him. 

 

His pace on his cock gradually increased and his other hand found its way off his shoulder and on his head slightly pulling on his wet hair, which gave him a little boost of arousal and excitement. His mouth was open and he was spewing lewd sounds at the scene he was picturing. The water continued to fall over his body creating a sweaty and hot sensation. 

 

“Ugh~ Oh my god~” He applied slight pressure to the head of his cock with his thumb and rubbed against the slit, feeling the sticky precum oozing from it. 

 

With a couple more strokes, Hongjoong found himself placing his hand on the shower wall for stability as his orgasm hit him quickly and almost unexpectedly. He shot out a couple ropes of cum onto his stomach and the wall he was bracing himself on, and he shut his eyes lightly as he tipped his head back to feel the water rush over his face and bring him out of his quick trance. 

 

A couple groans escaped his mouth as he came down from his high, and he turned his body towards the water to wash off the white fluid of shame that landed on his stomach and barely reached his peck. He hadn’t had an orgasm that quickly or that intense since- actually he couldn’t remember the last time. 

 

Hongjoong went on with his shower scrubbing his dark locks with his woody and slightly spicy scented shampoo, and he scrubbed his light tan skin with the matching scented body wash. After he washed his face, he let the water run off his body for just a couple more minutes before reaching back to turn the knob on his shower past the temperature module and completely stopping the heavy stream of hot water. 

 

Hongjoong grabbed his towel from the golden rack that hung above the toilet and gave his whole body a quick dry and flipping his head down to muss up his wet head of hair before wrapping the towel around his waist and stepping out of the steamy bathroom. 

 

2:31 PM

 

Maybe his shower had lasted a little longer than he had planned. 

 

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BZZ BZZ BZZ BZZ

 

4:25 PM

 

Hongjoong’s eyes fluttered open at the abrupt sound of his alarm going off on his bedside table. 

 

2 hours of sleep before his shift wasn’t ideal, but he was lucky enough to have gotten a good 6 hours of sleep the night before. No amount of sleep could assure that Hongjoong would stay fully awake during his devastatingly boring shifts though. 

 

Hongjoong slowly rose from his freshly washed bedding. Even if he wasn’t under the covers, and he only used the knit blanket that laid across the foot of his bed, it still seemed impossible to get up. His feet hit the warm floor that had the evening sun shining on the dark wood for the following hours. He made his way over to the bathroom where he performed his quick beauty routine consisting of combing his hair and running an oil through the strands to keep down the frizz and give a shiny finish to his hair. 

 

He stepped out of the bathroom and put on his uniform for work, which flattered his muscular torso and firm chest. Another perk to the job was the uniform, it always got the attention of women and even some men were impressed. His badge read “Officer Kim” and he wore it proudly. After all, he worked incredibly hard for his badge and the clothes he was wearing. 

 

After he was all suited up, he grabbed a couple snacks to hold him over and temporarily cure his boredom. Usually he would opt for something high in protein or rich in nutrients since he was focused on keeping his healthy body. Heading out the door, he made sure to lock it and turn off his porch light, and he gave a brief glance at the setting sun and the sky that was shaded with a beautiful pallet or colors. Blues, pinks, oranges, and even hints of purple. The sky was always something that gave Hongjoong hope, something so naturally beautiful and eternal, and he was privileged to be able to look at it every single day. 

 

Once he was in his patrol car he headed out towards “the bridge” to a slightly hidden patch of gravel off the side of the road where he could analyze the incoming and outgoing traffic. 

 

Since Hongjoong kept his car at his house and went directly from home to his patrol he could clock in and out using the device that connected to his station on the inside of the car. His model was a sleek and compact Chevrolet Caprice with a roomy backseat. The interior was a black suede and white exterior. 

 

As soon as he was on the clock, the wait began. 

 

The clock passed hours after hours. Hongjoong struggled staying awake and focused. It had been about 3 and a half hours before he gave his first ticket. The stop was brief and no conflict came from it. It was a group of middle aged women who had been leaving town and were speeding by 8 miles. The ticket was only about $50 but he needed to issue it because if he didn’t get them for speeding, another officer would catch them at a higher speed. 

 

About 1 hour and 45 minutes after the first ticket he pulled over a red Jeep XJ Cherokee with a suspicion of drunk driving. However, it was a car of university students who were driving carelessly, and that would be Hongjoong’s second ticket of the night that he issued. 

 

The night was so incredibly bland, and Hongjoong had assumed it was because his car was not completely hidden, and most of the time people would begin to drive more carefully around the area when a police car was nearby. The entire night had only consisted of the two basic tickets he issued. That was all. Nothing interesting happened, and Hongjoong waited out the next 3 hours of his agonizing shift. 

 

12:51 AM

 

9 more minutes

 

As soon as Hongjoong began to lose hope for an interesting night. A black sedan raced past where Hongjoong was planted. 

 

Fucking finally 

Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Shit shit shit 

 

Seonghwa absolutely could not afford a speeding ticket right now. He was speeding almost 20 miles over the limit, and there was no way he could get off free. Not too mention his feet were bare, because he couldn’t get passed driving with heels, but now he needed to quickly put them back on as to not catch another possible ticket. 

 

Seonghwa could feel his heart beating loudly and aggressively in his chest, and he waited with anticipation for the officer to come over to his window. He grabbed his license and began to reach for his registration in his glovebox, but the officer was already at his window. 

 

The officer motioned to roll down his window, and with a shaky and sweaty hand he reached over to press the button to slowly move the glass out of the way. In the short time he had, seonghwa knew he needed to collect himself and keep his composure. 

 

Oh fuck me

 

The officer was a good looking young man who seemed to be around the same age as Seonghwa. He had dark hair to match his dark eyes, however, his demeanor was not aggressive or overly intimidating. Seonghwa scanned down his body, and he could tell he was fit. Through the fabric of his shirt he could see one of the buttons struggling to hold on because of his wide pectoral muscles. The officer was also thin in the waist, but Seonghwa could already tell he was not lacking in the torso section. 

 

Officer Kim

 

“Good evening maam- oh I’m sorry sir?” 

 

“Whatever you prefer works for me, I’m so sorry officer, I already know you pulled me over for speeding,” Seonghwa batted his eyelashes and pushed his hair back from his forehead. He wasn’t sure how he could possibly get the officer to let him off without a ticket, but maybe this could work. 

 

“Have you had any alcohol tonight?” Hongjoong asked, slightly stuttered, because he was busy looking at the person who was right in front of him. Hongjoong couldn’t quite tell if they were a woman or a man. They were simply too beautiful to be a regular man, but the sharp features and the Adam’s apple on their throat proved his estimate wrong.  

 

“God no! Do you think I’m stupid Mr. Kim?” 

 

“Oh no! I’m so sorry, it’s just procedure to ask,” Hongjoong felt his face flush, he didn’t mean to offend the man, but he wasn’t lying, it was simply his protocol he followed by muscle memory. 

 

“I’m assuming you need my license, right?” 

 

Hongjoong was so flustered he didn’t realize he was silent for a beat, until the other person spoke up first. 

 

“Yes, you’re right. Do you have that on you?” 

 

“Yes sir, here you go.” Seonghwa put his hands out of the window to hand his id to the officer and managed to touch his hands, which were slightly calloused, but Seonghwa found it sexy that he used his hands. 

 

Hongjoong scanned the new person, Park Seonghwa’s, driver's license and found that he was a man and was born the same year only a couple months earlier making him 24 years old. Seonghwa's photo was amazing, it showed his hair a little shorter and all black rather than the platinum white color he sported currently, but there was no doubt it was him in the photo. His strikingly sharp features showed through the shit quality of the camera that was used to take the photo. He could still be a model through the oldest camera known to man. 

 

“No ring officer? I find that difficult to believe. A handsome young man like you? You must not have proposed to a lucky lady yet,” Seonghwa was attempting to butter up Officer Kim, but he wasn’t even close to lying to him. How could he not be married? 

 

“You’re funny Seonghwa,” Hongjoong tried to hide the blush that was creeping over his face, and seemed unbothered by Seonghwa’s comment. Obviously he was trying to escape the ticket, but someone as beautiful as he was could get away without even trying. 

 

“What do you mean? I know it looks bad to say that after being pulled over, but how could a gorgeous young and obviously very fit young man be on his own?” 

 

“Well I’m flattered.” Hongjoong put both of his palms on Seonghwa’s cars opening and slightly leaned forward, “ what on earth are you doing out so late, and not be drinking? You looked dolled up, were you working?” 

 

“Yes sir. I work at the Dollhouse, I don’t know if you know of it. The burlesque club on the corner of 8th street. I’m just itching to get home and get a good night's rest. I have to work in about 8 hours.” 

 

“They open the club at 8 in the morning?” Hongjoong asked Seonghwa with genuine interest in his schedule, and pure shock at the thought of a club being open so early. 

 

“Oh no sweetie! I have a second job to help with the gnarly bills. I’m a waitress at the diner near the hospital, you know Miss Ellie’s?” 

 

Hongjoong blushed once again at the sheer charm of Seonghwa’s words and tone of voice. He nodded slightly as a way of communicating he knew what diner he was talking about, and then waited for Seonghwa to say something once again. 

 

“I’m terribly sorry for speeding, I’ve been working a lot lately, I just need some time to relax and take the load off. Can I do anything to change your mind, Officer?” Seonghwa looked at Hongjoong through his long lashes and slightly pouted involuntarily as he waited for a response. 

 

Hongjoong didn’t know how to respond. Could he let Seonghwa off without giving him a ticket? He felt that Seonghwa’s confession was extremely relatable and he wondered if he could just let Seonghwa off, it was the final stretch of his shift anyway. 

 

“I could do you a special favor. Maybe from the back of that Chevy you have,” Seonghwa was surprised at his own boldness. He never flirted with people very obviously, but he really wanted to get out of paying a hefty speeding ticket. But he found himself wanting Officer Kim a little more. 

 

Hongjoong stood in Seonghwa’s window genuinely shocked at the offer. But he felt a sudden rush of heat to the lower half of his body. 

 

There’s no way I can actually do this 

 

Hongjoong thought it was insane, but something about Seonghwa made him want to forget about all the repercussions he could face for having sex in the back of his patrol car. 

 

“Would you mind stepping out of the car for me?” 

 

Seonghwa paused in fear, but also with a twinge of excitement. Maybe he was accepting his offer to pleasure him in exchange for not issuing him a ticket. Although Seonghwa was nervous to do it, he opened the door to his car and slowly stepped out. He was all dressed up and wearing his high heels. A part of seonghwa thought the officer would think he was an absolute joke and issue him a larger ticket just for the obscene and out-of-the-ordinary attire he was in, but Officer Kim was only looking at him with lust and admiration. 

 

“Good, now will you put your hands behind your back please?” 

 

Seonghwa felt his knees go weak, but again, it was not only out of anxiety, but also a tense excitement. Seonghwa listened and put his hands behind his back and watched as Officer Kim walked behind him, observing him carefully and scanning his body. He heard the sound of handcuffs opening and felt the cold metal touch his wrists only seconds later. 

 

“You can call me Hongjoong, darling,” Hongjoong whispered in Seonghwa’s ear from behind him, and he felt Seonghwa shutter from his breath hitting his neck. 

 

“Yes sir, I’m sorry,” Seonghwa felt his knees threaten to buckle yet again, and collapse into Hongjong's arms. But he felt Hongjoong reach around and grab his throat. 

 

“Are you serious about your offer, my Seonghwa?” 

 

Seonghwa almost purred at the endearing name. He leaned his head back to whisper back into Hongjoong’s ear. 

 

“Let’s get in the back of your cop car, Officer.”  Seonghwa was amazed at how quickly Hongjoong had responded to his consent. He felt himself being dragged towards the other car, but Hongjoong was careful not to pull too hard on Seonghwa’s arms, but his strength was impressive. It was like Seonghwa was light as a feather to Hongjoong, even though Seonghwa was a couple centimeters taller than him. 

 

Hongjoong opened the back door to his patrol car and smirked at Seonghwa. 

 

“Will you lay down on the seats for me? I need to clock out, I’ll be quick,” Hongjoong instructed Seonghwa, and he eagerly followed his directions. Hongjoong took a moment to watch as Seonghwa carefully scooted down the seats as his back hit the passenger side door in the backseat. He raised his cuffed hands to rest above his head and stared back at Hongjoong. 

 

Holy fuck

 

Seonghwa could be out of a painting. He was tall and slender and he had such an effeminate figure that showed off curves in every right place. His skin was tanned and looked as smooth as silk. He was also wearing makeup that complimented all his features and made him look unreal. He was so ethereal, even if he was doing this to get out of the ticket, Hongjoong would absolutely enjoy the rest of his night. 

 

Hongjoong quickly reached in the driver's door to end his shift for the night on the same device he clocked in with. The timing could not be more perfect, much like how Seonghwa couldn’t be more perfect. After ending his shift, he slammed the door to the front seat harder than he had intended, and opened up the back door once again. 

 

Seonghwa’s face looked like he was getting impatient waiting for Hongjoong, but he immediately perked up when Hongjoong began to climb inside the back seat. Hongjoong started to unbutton his linen shirt that had this badge and was adorned with the city’s police department patch. He was wearing a white tank top underneath, and decided to keep it on while he addressed the more interesting matter at hand. Hongjoong leaned down to feel under Seonghwa’s skirt. Seonghwa’s feminine attire made him so sexy, he looked so beautiful but his outfit showed off his muscle, which impressed Hongjoong even more. His eyes traveled all the way to his feet that were adorned with shiny black heels. He felt himself firm up even more at the sight of his glamourous shoes. 

 

“It’s like you were waiting for me,” Hongjoong said breathlessly as he continued to move his hands over Seonghwa's lower body. 

 

“Please Hongjoong, I need you to take off my skirt, it's bothering me, and while you’re at it, let me get a better look at you,” Seonghwa looked over Hongjoong’s partially covered chest, which let Hongjoong know he wanted to see his body. That made his cheeks heat up even more, the fact that such a beautiful person wanted to admire his body. 

 

Hongjoong let out a small groan at the request, and he reached for the bottom hem of his white under shirt and pulled it over his head, and he waited a second to see Seonghwa’s reaction. 

 

Seonghwa’s jaw dropped slightly at Hongjoong’s toned stomach and bulging pec muscles. After looking at him in awe, he ran his fingers daintily through the indents in his skin. The handcuffs made it a little difficult but he got to fully caress Hongjoong's honey skin. 

 

“My my, you were hiding all this, my goodness,” Seonghwa lowered his voice “you’re so sexy, I really want you Mr Kim.”

 

A shiver ran through Hongjong's spine, Seonghwa was dangerous and that was clear now.  He made a swift action to reach for the hem of Seonghwa’s skirt. 

 

“It’s Hongjoong to you,” he said in a low raspy voice. His hand continued to make work of Seonghwa’s skirt, and slid the lacy fabric down Seonghwa’s milky hair thighs. “Oh fuck, you are so beautiful my dear.” 

 

Hongjoong finally slid the back skirt all the way off of Seonghwa to reveal a pair of sheer black panties with little white bows decorating the elastic near his hip bones. Hongjoong felt himself grow even more in his pants, and his throat started to feel dry, but he started salivating at the same time. Seonghwa’s beauty was completely unmatched. Did he know he would be getting some action tonight? 

 

“It looks like you came prepared for me didn’t you?” Hongjoong leaned his lips closer to Seonghwa’s ear to whisper. “Or are you always dressed like such a pretty doll underneath your clothes?” 

 

Seonghwa let out a whimper. 

 

“Yes sir, I like feeling pretty,” Seonghwa swallowed hard after his confession. He tried moving his hands to touch, feel, caress, or grab at Hongjoong, but the cuffs on his wrists kept him in place.

 

“You are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Hongjoong reassured Seonghwa of the fact, as he let his hand run up Seonghwa’s length that was hidden in his lingerie, but he was, without a doubt, just as excited as Hongjoong. “Do you mind if I eat you out, I want to taste you.” Hongjoong was surprised by his own honesty. 

 

“Yes god! Please Hongjoong, I need to feel more of you,” Seonghwa was speaking in a whiny and desperate voice, and it was only turning Hongjoong on even more. 

 

Hongjoong reached inside of Seonghwa’s panties to touch his leaking cock and collect some of the sticky, slick precum that was oozing from Seonghwa’s tip. He gave a little attention to his cock to stimulate seonghwa a little more and continue to gather the lubricant on his fingers.

 

Meanwhile, Seonghwa was a moaning mess right under Hongjoong, he desperately tried to do anything with his hands, but he ended up throwing his arms above his head and giving in to the restraints. Seonghwa tilted his head back in pleasure as he felt Hongjoong’s calloused hand rubbing along his length, he was in pure ecstasy. 

 

“Hongjoong~ stop teasing me. Need you please. Please touch me,” obviously Seonghwa was asking for Hongjoong to move his hand lower towards his entrance, because Hongjoong already had his hands all over Seonghwa’s body. 

 

Hongjoong decided to listen to Seonghwa’s pleas. But not without throwing him a quick smirk, filled with arrogance. His hand found its way down to Seonghwa’s entrance, and he cautiously began to finger the tight ring of muscles. 

 

Seonghwa’s reaction was instantaneous. Filthy moans spilled from his mouth and his hands tried to find anything to grab on to, but the metal restraints made it hard to reach anything. He could feel Hongjong's finger inside of him, his knuckle just passing his entrance. Hongjoong’s fingers were thicker and had obviously been used pretty frequently, and that was so sexy to Seonghwa, to know that he was under a man who worked with his hands. Who could take care of him. 

 

“Ah- Oh god Hongjoong!” Seonghwa felt the words being torn from his throat almost involuntarily. It had been a long time, too long, since he had been sexually active with another man, and he couldn’t feel luckier that this man was the first one after a while. 

 

“Oh fuck, you feel so tight just around my finger, will you be able to take the rest of me?” Hongjoong said, in almost a whisper, his deep sexy and sexy voice felt soft velvet to Seonghwa and immediately soothed and excited him at the same time. 

 

“Yes please! I can take it,” Seonghwa wasn’t trying to sound so desperate, but Hongjoong brought out a needy side in him. The way he didn’t seem fazed by the fact he was wearing women’s clothing, in fact he seemed incredibly excited about the fact that he was in  feminine attire. The way Hongjoong made sure Seonghwa was going to be prepped enough to take Hongjoong’s dick, he needed him to make him his own. 

 

Hongjoong pumped his singular finger in and out of Seonghwa multiple times until he felt Seonghwa’s muscles relax more and more, and he eventually added a second finger to stretch Seonghwa’s entrance even more. Hongjoong was trying to be careful, but when Seonghwa was below him spilling filthy sounds from his pretty pink lips, all he wanted to do was keep pushing to drive him crazy. 

 

“Ah! Hongjoong!” More breathy and whiny moans followed, "Please I need more of you.” 

 

“You’re such a desperate doll are you?” Hongjoong smirked at his impatience, and added a third and final finger to Seonghwa’s entrance. Seonghwa was trying to move his hands to grasp Hongjoong's body but the cuffs still held his wrists together, and made him seem almost helpless. Hongjoong continued to work his three digits in and out of Seonghwa, and once he felt Seonghwa slightly relax and adjust to the width, he started a painfully slow rhythm. 

 

“Oh god! Hongjoong please! I need you, I need more of you, please!” Seonghwa had such a beautiful whiny tone of voice, that exposed his neediness for Hongjoong. It sent a shiver up Hongjoong’s spine, and made his hand jolt forward to reach a sensitive spot inside of Seonghwa that made his eyes roll back in his head, and let out a hiss through his teeth.

 

Hongjoong removed his fingers from Seonghwa’s hole and reached under Seonghwa’s lower back, and in one motion Hongjoong flipped the two and placed Seonghwa on his lap. Seonghwa wrapped his restrained hands around Hongjoong’s neck and leaned in to place pecks on Hongjoong’s naked torso and his neck. 

 

“I want to see what else you’re hiding,” Seonghwa whispered into Hongjoong’s ear. His hands trapped Hongjoong’s neck, and he laced his fingers in Hongjoong’s dark hair, and Hongjoong could feel his nails scratch his scalp. Fuck. Seonghwa was a professional at unraveling Hongjoong. 

 

“I’ll show you as long as you promise to ride me,” Hongjoong turned his head and whispered right back to Seonghwa, “I want you to take all the pleasure you need, I want you to be selfish.” 

 

Seonghwa let out a quiet, but filthy moan. Hongjoong reached behind Seonghwa and slowly unzipped the top that adorned his body. Seonghwa lifted his arms and put his cuffed wrists in front of Hongjoong and gave a slight pout. 

 

“You know, I can’t take that off unless you uncuff me,” Seonghwa gave Hongjoong his best wide-eyed and innocent look, hoping to get Hongjoong to grant his wish. 

 

“You’re such a tease, but you’re so goddamn pretty it doesn’t bother me,” Hongjoong reached into his pants pocket to retrieve the keys to unlock the cuffs, “you need to promise me that you’re gonna use those pretty fingers for good.” 

 

“I promise, Officer Kim,” Seonghwa followed his reply with a sexy smirk. He watched as Hongjoong released his hands from the cuffs, and threw them to the side. Seonghwa immediately placed his hands on Hongjoong’s muscular shoulders and ran his long and slender fingers all around Hongjoong’s bare torso. Seonghwa slipped his arms through his shirt, and just like his cuffs, his shirt ended up on floor of the backseat of the car. “I want to see you, please. Can I?” Seonghwa played with the metal zipper on Hongjoong's pants, asking to further undress Hongjoong. 

 

Hongjoong quickly nodded, and seonghwa made quick work of Hongjoong’s pants. Hongjoong lifted himself off the seat to slide his pants and boxers down his thighs. Seonghwa was impressed by how easy it was to lift his hips with Seonghwa’s weight on top of his lap. However, Seonghwa’s train of thought was quickly interrupted by the sight of Hongjoong’s cock. Hongjoong was rock hard, and his dick stood proud and tall, and veins decorated the length and impressive width. He felt his mouth water, and the image of taking his cock in his mouth flashed in his mind. If he wasn’t already impatient to feel it inside of him, then he would absolutely offer the service. 

 

“Like what you see?” Hongjoong asked, and ran his hands up and down Seonghwa’s back. He could tell Seonghwa was enjoying the sight, but he wanted to hear it from his own, pretty lips. 

 

“Yes, sir. I want to feel it inside of me,” Seonghwa reached down and stroked his cock cautiously, like he was touching a valuable piece of gold. 

 

There was a beat of silence before Seonghwa raised his hips off of Hongjoong's lap and grabbed his cock underneath him to line up his entrance with his dick. Seonghwa slowly lowered his hips down and felt Hongjoong’s tip breach his entrance. He gasped at the intrusion, and immediately felt his eyes roll to the back of his head. His legs threatened to clamp together, but with Hongjoong’s thick thighs in the way he could only move his feet. Seonghwa still had his high heels on, and the shoes only added to the sexy and intimate atmosphere, it was like a scene out of a porno. Seonghwa continued to inch his way down the length of Hongjoong’s cock, and felt the way he stretched out his hole even more. Eventually, he was sitting on Hongjoong’s lap again, and he could feel Hongjoong completely fill him up. 

 

“ Are you alright?” Hongjoong asked, but it was difficult to speak when he was balls deep inside the most beautiful person he has ever laid eyes on. He was waiting for Seonghwa to answer, but it seemed that Seonghwa was just as breathless as he was. 

 

“Oh God~ You’re so big,” Seonghwa looked down and saw a slight imprint of Hongjoong’s cock poking through his thin stomach. The sight made him let out a breath along with a high pitched moan, and he instinctively moved his hips to grind on Hongjoong’s member. Both of them let out loud sounds of pleasure at Seonghwa’s movement. 

 

“Oh fuck~ God, you’re gonna kill me,” Honggjoong let out a strangled groan, and tried to hold his hips down, as to not cause any pain or discomfort to Seonghwa. But Seonghwa took the lead and began to set a pace. 

 

Seonghwa lifted his hips and sat right back down on Hongjoong's lap, and began to repeat the movement. Seonghwa increased the speed and the size of his movements. Eventually, Seonghwa leaned back and placed the palms of his hands on Hongjoong’s knees for balance, and to make his movements a bit easier. Meanwhile, Hongjoong was beginning to buck his hips upward to meet Seonghwa’s rhythm. Hongjoong held on to Seonghwa’s hips firmly and rubbed his thumbs over the bones he felt under his fingers. 

 

“Fuck, Hongjoong I can see your dick. Ugh~ Shit!” Seonghwa let out a beautiful string of moans and whines at the same pace as his movements. He bounced on Hongjoong’s cock chasing the warm feeling that slowly crept up his stomach. 

 

Hongjoong could feel the slick glide of Seonghwa’s tight entrance on his cock. Seonghwa was relentless with his movements, and it drove Hongjoong crazy. He had a stunning man bouncing on his dick, red flush spreading over his face, eyes rolling to the back of his head, and letting out the most filthy moans. If Hongjoong wasn’t careful he would cum prematurely. Seonghwa’s hands ran over his sweaty body and grasped onto his firm shoulders, and he could feel Seonghwa’s movements getting sloppy and slowing down. 

 

Hongjoong snapped himself out of the trance he was in while watching Seonghwa pleasure himself with his cock, and firmly grabbed onto Seonghwa’s body and flipped them once again. Seonghwa’s eyes widened and he was shocked by the sudden change in position. Hongjoong gripped Seonghwa’s plush thighs and wrapped them around his waist. He could feel Seonghwa’s heels press into his skin and it only turned him on even more. He placed kisses to Seonghwa’s neck and jaw as he lined himself up with his entrance once again and began thrusting into him with rigorous speed. 

 

“Fuck me! Oh~ Hongjo-“ Seonghwa was even louder than he was on his lap, letting out babbles under Hongjoong. “Mm- I’m- gonna cum! Please don’t stop! ‘M so close!” 

 

Hongjoong was on the same page as Seonghwa, he could feel the coil of pleasure quickly unraveling. Hongjoong let out grunts and moans involuntarily and he could feel beads of sweat running down the sides of face. 

 

“Seonghwa, oh fuck, I’m so close, let me,” Hongjoong stopped himself and began to remove his cock from Seonghwa’s entrance, but he was interrupted by Seonghwa. 

 

“No! I want you to cum inside me, please,” It was such a dirty request, it made Hongjoong’s dick twitch. He looked into Seonghwa's sparkly eyes, and waited for Seonghwa to change his mind, but he didn’t. Before he began his movements again, Hongjoong placed his hand on the fogged up window of the car for balance, and slammed back into Seonghwa. 

 

Seonghwa gasped and a moan was ripped from his throat. Hongjoong could tell Seonghwa was close, because his thighs were shaking slightly, and precum was spilling from the head of Seonghwa’s red, and twitching cock. Hongjoong lifted his head to get a breath of air, and get the damp strands of hair out of his face. 

 

“Kiss me, Hongjoong, please,” Seonghwa pleaded, and parted his lips slightly, waiting for Hongjoong’s lips to meet his. 

 

Hongjoong leaned down and pressed his lips against Seonghwa’s and immediately pushed his tongue past his lips and explored his mouth, and he could taste a slight hint of cigarette smoke. As he kissed Seonghwa, he delivered one last hard, and deep thrust before he was cumming inside of Seonghwa. 

 

Seonghwa also reached the end of his rope and painted his own, and Hongjoong's stomachs with his white and sticky cum. The two of them continued to move together to ride out their highs, and come down from the rush. Hongjoong separated his lips from Seonghwa’s and a string of saliva still stuck to each of their mouths. Hongjoong ran a hand over Seonghwa’s sweaty forehead and planted a kiss to it. 

 

Without any exchange of words, Hongjoong lifted Seonghwa up and placed him on his lap once again, and let Seonghwa catch his breath. They looked at each other for a little while longer, and Seonghwa leaned in again to lock their lips together once more. The two of them shared a passionate and romantic kiss like they had known each other for years, like they were just what they have been searching for and they finally found one another. 

 

“I’ve never said this to anyone, but I think you should start speeding more often,” Hongjoong broke the silence. Seonghwa laughed, and the sound lit up Hongjoong’s heart. Hongjoong knew that this was the first night ever meeting Seonghwa, but he wanted to offer Seonghwa the whole world. He held on to Seonghwa as they shared gentle conversation, waiting for the strength to start moving to hit them. Hongjoong wanted the night to last forever, maybe he could take Seonghwa back to his place and they could share a steamy shower together to clean up the mess they made. But Seonghwa’s tender voice woke him up to reality. 

 

“I have to work in a little, darling. I had the best time with you, and I want to invite you to my next performance. Would you like to watch me dance?” Seonghwa asked shyly, and it stunned Hongjoong that he might assume that he would deny the invitation. 

 

“Do I get to take you home later, or do I need to issue you a ticket to get you in my bed?” Seonghwa blushed and shook his head at Hongjoong’s joke. 

 

“No, you can have me whenever you ask. So please see me again. I can do much more outside of the backseat of a car, and I want to put on a show for you,” Seonghwa kissed Hongjoong’s lips again, and ran a hand through his hair. 

 

“I couldn’t say no to that, even if I wanted to.” 

Notes:

How’d you guys like it?? Please be honest I’m not very experienced at writing, but i would love to keep putting out fics, or even a second part to this fic if you guys would like that. Thank you so much for reading!! Come back soon!