Jimin pulled over to the side of the road as red and blue lights started flashing behind him. They were so bright that they almost blinded him.

He couldn't believe that this was happening.

AGAIN.

Jimin wasn't really even speeding this time. He's out in the middle of nowhere. Who cares if he's going 7 miles an hour over the speed limit. Isn't there supposed to be some leniency there? It's not like he was flying down this back road at 113 miles an hour. This time.

He looked in the rearview mirror. It was a different cop than the last time that he had gotten pulled over. Did these guys get off on this shit or something? Pulling people over in the middle of the night for pretty much no reason? He walked up to Jimin's car, then went to the passenger window to be safe from passing cars. Not that there would be any out here at 2 in the morning. Jimin hit the button to roll the window down.

"Good evening," the officer said. His voice was low and husky. He rested both of his hands on the little space where the window went down inside the door. Jimin couldn't help but notice how long and slider his fingers were as they curled around to the leather interior of his car.

"What seems to be the problem, officer?" Jimin asks him. It's lame, sure. It's been used in every movie that a cop was ever in. But he couldn't help saying it. It was automatic. His eyes flicked to the shiny silver name tag. Officer Min.

"Well, it seems like you were speeding, sir," Officer Min says, his eyes locked onto Jimin's. Jimin had to admit it...he was cute. He wondered if flirting would get him out of this.

"It couldn't have been too much, officer," Jimin said to him, batting his eyelashes a little bit and flashing him a small smile.

"Even a little bit can be too much, Mr..." he paused like he didn't know Jimin's name. Was he serious?

"You don't know who I am?" Jimin asked him, a little surprised. That didn't happen very often.

"Should I?" Officer Min asked back, his eyes roaming over his face, then down his body.

"Most people know me, I guess," Jimin told him with a shrug.

"Are you famous or something?"

"Maybe a little," he said, shrugging again.

"What is it that you do that makes you so famous?" Officer Min asked.

"I'm a dancer."

"Ahhh...that explains it," he says, his eyes roaming Jimin's body again. "I'm into music. I'm a bit of an underground rapper. But we don't really dance."

"You rap?" Jimin asks him in surprise. His eyes roam the officer's face, his mint green hair, his long, elegant neck. "You uhhh...no offense, but you don't really seem the type."

He chuckled softly, looking down at his hands, then back up at Jimin. "And what type would that be?"

"I just meant that...You don't see a lot of rappers walking around in a uniform, Officer," Jimin answered honestly.

"I guess that's true," Officer Min says with a shrug. "Can I get your license and registration?"

"Here and we were having such a nice conversation," Jimin mumbled as he wiggled around in his seat to get his wallet out of his back pocket.

"Sorry. It's my job and all," Officer Min told him with a shrug and a slight frown.

"No, I get it," Jimin told him. "I guess I just thought our little chat would get me out of it. Stupid, huh?"

"You can suck my cock if you really want out of it," Officer Min said without thinking. He threw his hand over his mouth as he watched Jimin's eyes widen. "Shit! I am so sorry. I didn't mean to say that out loud."

"I umm..." Jimin said, scratching at the side of his nose. He shrugged. "Okay."

"Okay?" Officer Min asked. "Okay as in you're not going to report me for sexual harassment?"

"Okay as in I'll do it," Jimin told him.

"That's not necessary," he said. "I'm not going to write you a ticket. You're free to go." He turned to walk back to his car, but the soft voice of the man he had been speaking to stopped him.

"I'll still do it."

Taking a deep breath and letting it out on a sigh, he leaned back down to the window. "Why? I said I wasn't going to give you a ticket."

Jimin shrugged his shoulders and unbuckled his seatbelt. He got out of the car and walked around the front of it, over to where the other man was standing. "Maybe I think you're hot. Maybe I like guys with mint hair. Maybe I have a thing for a man in uniform. Whatever it is, I want to do it."

"I....I...But you're..." Officer Min started, swallowing.

"I'm Jimin," he said, offering his hand.

"Uhh..." He put his hand into the much smaller one of the other man. "Yoongi. I'm Yoongi."

"If you weren't serious, I can get back in my car and be on my way," Jimin told him, his voice still soft, but a little deeper than before.

"I...What?"

"You seem hesitant now," Jimin said, his eyes roaming over the other man's face. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"You didn't," Yoongi was quick to point out. "It was my idea."

"But I don't think that you thought I would actually act on it."

"I definitely did not," Yoongi said with a husky laugh.

"Again...I can get back in my car and g-"

Jimin was caught off as Yoongi wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to his. Jimin gasped against his mouth, but quickly recovered and returned the kiss, molding his lips to the other man's as he slid his arms around Yoongi's neck, pulling him closer with a small whimper.

Yoongi pulled his mouth away to stare at him. "Damn. Your lips are something else. I can't wait to see them around my cock."

Jimin gives him a cute, little smirk. "Who said that you have to wait, Officer Min?" He pecks Yoongi's lips one more time, then gracefully drops down to his knees in front of him, looking up at him through dark lashes as he starts to undo the belt on Yoongi's uniform.

Yoongi reached out his hand to cover his as they went for his zipper. "Are you sure about this?"

Jimin paused with his thumb and pointed finger gripping the pull tab of the zipper and looked up at him. "Are you sure about this? Once I start, I'm not planning on stopping."

"Jesus Christ," Yoongi growled out at him. "Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are, Jimin?"

Jimin shrugs as he brushes Yoongi's hands away from his and finally gets his zipper down. "I've been told a time or two. But I like it coming from you." He wraps his fingers around the waistband of Yoongi's pants and tugs them down to his knees. He looks up at Yoongi as he reaches into his boxers and wraps his fingers around his already hard cock. "Damn. Somebody's excited."

"Have you seen you?" Yoongi chuckles and groans at the same time. "You're like a walking wet dream, Jimin. I've been hard since the moment your window rolled down."

Jimin hummed as he pushed Yoongi's boxers down to join his pants around his knees. "A walking wet dream? I like that." He looks up at Yoongi and gives him a smirk. "And you're not the only one who's been hard since that window went down. You're like the sexiest cat I've ever seen. But this isn't about me." He leans in and kitten licks the tip of Yoongi's cock, then wraps his lips around the head and sucks gently.

Yoongi lets his head fall back for a moment. "Fuck..." He still can't believe that this is actually happening, but the pleasure radiating through his body has him thinking that this is more than just a wet dream.

Jimin taps his thigh as he pulls off of him for a moment. "Thought you wanted to see my lips around your cock, Officer Min?"

Yoongi tilts his head back so that he can look down at him, just as Jimin sucks him into his mouth again, this time sliding as far down his cock as he can, letting it hit the back of his throat and swallowing to get it just a little deeper. Yoongi is bigger than his small stature would suggest, and Jimin can't fit all of him down his throat, so he wraps his small fingers around the base and uses them to fill the gap as he starts to bob his head. Yoongi can see the dips in his cheeks as he sucks him hard. Jimin's happy little hums and moans vibrate around his cock making him shudder as he struggles to not cum already like a teenager getting his first blow job.

He slides one of his hands into Jimin's hair, fascinated at how soft it is. With it's light pink color, it's like touching cotton candy, but without the stickiness. He can't help himself as he slides his other hand into it, too, his fingers carding through the soft locks, then gripping them hard. He wants to fuck the other man's mouth, but he doesn't know if that would be pushing it too far.

Jimin, of course, has other ideas. He moves both of his hands to the backs of Yoongi's thighs and tugs him forward while looking up at him with as much of a nod as he can give with a cock in his mouth.

Yoongi pauses for a moment, not sure that he's interpreting the nod the way that it's meant to be.

Jimin let's his cock fall out of his mouth with a 'pop', his eyes still locked on Yoongi's. "Fuck my mouth, Officer. I want you to. I need you to."

Yoongi groans and tightens his fingers in the soft hair, then tugs him back on his cock as he thrusts his hips forward, his tip slamming into the back of Jimin's throat and making him gag a little. He recovers quickly though, relaxing his throat and groaning around Yoongi's cock as it's fucked relentlessly into the back of his throat.

"Fuck, Jimin..." Yoongi groans out.

Jimin taps his thigh again, making Yoongi pull back. "You can, you know."

"What?" Yoongi asks, confused as he looks down at the soft features of the man below him.

"You can uhh...fuck Jimin. If you want."

Yoongi lets out a sound that's half-growl/half-pained, reaching down to pull Jimin up off the ground, then pushing him towards the cop car that still has its lights flashing blue and red all around them. "Bend over the hood," he tells him, his voice deep, husky, and somehow even sexier than before.

Jimin giggles a little as he does as he was told. He stretches his hands out flat in front of him as he leans over the hood of the cop car, his ass presented towards Yoongi like the present that it is.

Yoongi wastes no time in pulling down the tight sweats that the other man is wearing, growling in frustration when he sees that he's not wearing underwear. "Are you trying to fucking kill me?"

"It clearly wasn't my intention when I got dressed today, Officer Min," Jimin told him with a roll of his brown eyes.

"Intention or not, it's having that effect," Yoongi told him as he ran his hands over the smooth skin of Jimin's ass. He pulled one of his hands back and brought it down hard against his skin, smirking at both the moan that escaped Jimin's mouth and the red handprint that was showing up on his skin.

Yoongi knelt down behind the man who was beautifully stretched out over the hood of his patrol car and placed a soft kiss against the mark his hand had made. He grabbed the meaty cheeks of Jimin's ass and pulled them apart, licking a strip over the beautiful, pink hole hidden between them. When Jimin moaned again, Yoongi dug his fingers in, spreading him open more, and pressed his tongue to the little ring of muscle until it gave and let him slide his tongue inside the warmth.

He groaned, the vibrations from the sound running down his tongue and into Jimin's body, making his toes curl a little. But this wasn't what Jimin wanted. He wanted, no...he needed to be filled. To feel full.

"Would you please just fuck me already?" He whined out to the police officer who had his tongue pressed inside of him. "That feels fucking amazing, but I need you. Need to feel you inside of me. Please." He whimpered a little. "Please."

"I want to prep you, brat," Yoongi said after forcing himself away from his snack. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Then use those sexy ass fingers of yours," Jimin tells him. "It'll be a lot faster. Don't get me wrong, what you're doing is incredible. But I need more."

Yoongi nodded his head, then stood over Jimin, moving one of his hands around to shove two of his fingers into Jimin's mouth. He knew what Yoongi's intention was, so he sucked them in and traced over them with his tongue, getting as much of his saliva on them as possible. When Yoongi decided it was enough, he removed his fingers, then pulled them back to press them against the ring of muscle his tongue had just been occupying. They slid in easily and Jimin moaned at the feeling.

"Damn you're needy," Yoongi told him, leaning over Jimin's back to lick the shell of his ear. "Every little touch has you a moaning mess, and I've barely done anything yet."

Jimin whimpered again. "S-So-Sorry."

"Don't apologize, Kitten," Yoongi breathed out against his ear, making Jimin shiver. "I was just making an observation. Your body is sensitive."

Jimin shakes his head. "No. Not usually. You're just really good at this."

"At what?" Yoongi teases him. "This?" He shoves his fingers hard into Jimin, the tips brushing right over his prostate.

"Jesus! Fuck! Yes! Fuck me. Please fuck me." Jimin begs him, turning his head to look back at him. "You won't hurt me."

"You're not ready yet, Kitten," Yoongi tells him with a frown as he starts to scissor his fingers inside of Jimin to speed up the process.

Jimin arched his back. "I can take it. I like it. The stretch is the best part."

Yoongi leaned his forehead down to Jimin's shoulder. "Fuck. You really are going to kill me." He straightened his body and pulled his fingers out. "Fine. But at the first sign that you're in pain, I'm stopping. And probably leaving, because you can't handle it. Or me."

The idea that Yoongi thought he couldn't handle him sparked a determination in Jimin. "I can handle more than you think. I can easily handle you, Officer."

Yoongi laughed at him. "Mmhmm. We'll see." He chose to leave his uniform pants around his knees, so that he'd have easy access in case a car came and he had to cover up.

Shuffling his feet forward, he positioned himself behind the self-proclaimed dancer. One hand on Jimin's shoulder and the other on his own cock as he guided it to his hole, noticing how the color had changed to a darker pink and the ring of muscle was now puffy from his fingers working it. He smirked to himself as he pushed the tip of his cock into Jimin, then stopped to make sure he was okay.

Jimin flipped his head around again to look at him from the corner of his eye. "I thought that you wanted to see how much I can handle? Not pussyfoot around it."

"Interesting choice of words, since there aren't any pussies here," Yoongi told him as he surged forward, burning himself completely inside of Jimin's perfect ass. He moaned loudly. "Fuck. You're so fucking tight, Kitten."

"Not fully prepping has its benefits, Officer," Jimin told him.

Yoongi grunted in agreement, then pulled out until just the tip of his cock was still inside. He grabbed his uniform shirt and gathered it up around his chest and out of his way so that he could watch as he pressed forward again and his cock disappeared into Jimin.

He repeated this several times. He was being gentle under the pretense of enjoying the view, until he knew that Jimin's body was really ready for him. When he felt Jimin's body start to loosen for him just a little, all bets were off. Yoongi dropped his shirt and grabbed at Jimin's hips with bruising fingers as he pulled the slightly smaller man back on his cock as he thrust forward. His hips hit Jimin's ass with a loud smack each time he surged forward.

Jimin arched his back as his hands reached out in front of him, looking for something to hang onto, but he was stretched out over the hood of a car, and his short arms and fingers couldn't find anything to grab onto. He settled for folding his arms under his head and digging his nails into his own arms as he moaned over and over again as Yoongi's cock rubbed back and forth over his prostate. It was like his dick was made to be inside of him and hit just the right spot on every single thrust. He wiggled his ass a little, and pushed back against Yoongi's thrusts. He was trying to find some relief from where his own cock was trapped between his body and the cold metal on the side of the car.

Yoongi noticed this and reached around in front of Jimin, wrapping his fingers around his cock,  effectively protecting Jimin's dick from the side of the car as he did so. He held is hand still, letting his thrusts fuck Jimin's cock into his hand.

When he felt Yoongi's long, slender, warm fingers wrap around him, Jimin knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. The sensations between that and the cock hitting his prostate were just too much. He became a writing, moaning mess on the hood of the car.

Yoongi stopped his thrusts and pulled out of him.

"What're you doing?" Jimin asked him, his soft voice sounding whiny again. He had been so close.

Yoongi spun him around to face him, then lifted him up on the hood of the car. "Feels like you're about to cum, and I want to see your face when you do."

"Why?"

Yoongi used his hands to lift one of Jimin's legs up on his shoulder, positioning the other around his side as he pushed back into him. "Jesus, Jimin. Do you not know how hot you are?" He asked him. Jimin just shrugged a little. "You're easily the hottest guy that I've ever fucked, and probably will ever fuck. I want to see what I do to you."

Jimin slid his tongue against the inside of his cheek for a moment before tightening the leg that was around Yoongi. "Then fuck me. Make me cum."

Yoongi nodded once and started thrusting back inside of him, hard. His hips snapping forward on every thrust, the sound echoing off the cars and trees around them. Jimin went to reach for his own cock, but Yoongi slapped his hand away before wrapping his own fingers around it. "Mine."

Jimin moaned and let his head fall back, but Yoongi didn't want that. "Uh-uh. Eyes on me, Kitten. Don't let them leave my face."

"Yes, sir." Jimin's response was immediate. Because what else are you going to say to the sexy police officer who is currently dominating your body on the hood of his police car? When Yoongi's fingers tightened around him, he moaned, having to force himself from closing his eyes at the sensations his body was currently experiencing. "Fuck...Go-gonna cum. So good. So fucking good."

"Cum for me, Kitten," Yoongi said in a low growl. "Milk my cock with your incredible body."

That command was enough to send Jimin over the edge. He let his head fall back again as white streams of cum shot out of his cock and up his stomach and chest.

"Eyes," Yoongi reminded him as he dropped the leg from his shoulder, moving it around his waist so that he could lean forward. His eyes locked onto Jimin's as he lapped at the cum he could reach, his tongue trailing over Jimin's dark, flat nipple, making him moan again.

Jimin grabbed Yoongi's face and pulled it up, smashing their lips together.

Yoongi groaned as he felt Jimin's tongue delve into his mouth, tasting himself on his tongue as they tangled together. Jimin's hole was still clenching around his own thrusts, so hard that Yoongi was having a hard time moving, so he settled for just grinding into him. He felt himself getting close, so he pulled his mouth away and looked at Jimin.

"Where?" he asked, knowing that his question didn't need explaining.

"Inside," Jimin breathed out. "Please cum inside me."

"Jimin..."

"I wa-wanna feel your cum running down my thighs, Officer."

Yoongi had reservations, but when Jimin put it that way, he didn't even have a chance to pull back as his own cum coated Jimin's insides. He moaned out the other man's name as he came hard, his body trembling.

Jimin wrapped his arms and legs tighter around him, holding him close as he rocked his hips between Yoongi and the car, trying to milk every last drop out of the sexy officer that he could.

When he was finally spent, Yoongi pressed his forehead into the side of Jimin's neck. "Jesus. That was so fucking hot, Kitten."

Jimin pushed him back a little so that he could look at him, and brushed the sweaty hair off of Yoongi's forehead. "I'm not arguing."

"I uhhh..." Yoongi seemed shy now that they were finished. He pulled out of Jimin and stepped back a little, his eyes roaming over Jimin's well-used body. "I have to get back to work before they noticed how long I've been quiet and send somebody out to look for me."

"I have to get back to the studio, anyway," Jimin said as he slid off the hood of the car. His knees almost buckled under him, but Yoongi caught him.

"It's late. You should get some rest," Yoongi told him. When he was sure that Jimin could stand on his own, he released him and pulled up his own pants, fiddling with the belt.

"Can't. I have a show next week," Jimin told him. "It has to be perfect."

"I want to argue, but I know how you are," Yoongi told him. "It wouldn't do me any good. I expect to see you at home when my shift is over, though."

"I promise," Jimin told him with a smile.

"Maybe if you're good and are there when I get home," Yoongi said as he leaned back against the side of his patrol car to watch as Jimin got dressed. "I'll bring the dashcam footage home with me."

"Oh God yes," Jimin said with a groan. "That was so fucking hot the last time."

Yoongi smirked as he walked over to his now-dressed boyfriend. He leaned in to place a soft kiss on his full lips. "I love you, Kitten. I'll see you at home."

"I love you, too, baby," Jimin said, giving him one last peck before they parted ways. "Be safe." 

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A/N: So....I said this in the description, but ya'll can thank @QueenieLee84 and @IrishVixen for this one. My besties are pushy as hell. But I love them. And you should, too. Go and read @QueenieLee84 's stories if you haven't. Trust me, it's worth it. -------Kat