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he's in his 30s. a detective? a man who often fights with a damn little punk who's slippery as fuck and gets on his nerves. a deranged, delusional, tatted up brat who makes his life harder. he swore he saw your face todayㅡbut he blames it on lack of sleep. that's all it is. he hasn't seen you in a few days - only hearing about what you're doing in the reports, news anchors, and his associates. you make him sick.

rejecting an invitation to drinks when there's work to be done. work of tracking down some twerp who breaks in and out of his house, rearranging his things, never stealingㅡfucking with him. touching him, playing with him, making him feel ... good,,,

lonely… getting home after a particularly late night… some sad-looking rugged man looking lost, thoughts of a criminal and his dick plaguing his mind. intrusive thoughts about your naked body on his again? despicable.

no lights were on, just how he left it. locking the door behind him and wandering toward the kitchen - messy and cluttered with boxes of files sitting around collecting dust. switching the light to the kitchen onㅡa cup on the counter catching his attention.

how could he be so absentminded? he berates himself, grasping the cup and his expression twitches in surpriseㅡhuh… the cup is cold...! freezing, even. what is this? he gives it a sniff - noticing how it fizzes, bubbling.

of course… some one broke into his house and is drinking his fucking cola of all things? he has no friends, he knows he has no friends that he's close enough with for them to just waltz right in??!! no key to hand out, no parents to be paying him any visitsㅡ

on guard, hand cautiously placed on the pistol holstered on his belt,. ,,, pausing in his steps as nearly misses it - is that a toilet flushing? what the fuck? a masculine grunt matching footsteps stalking closer; emerging from the darkness of his hallway...! the kitchen light illuminating your face. that stupid expression on your face...

his heart beats a little harder against his chest. why isn't he surprised? and why are you sweaty?

“hiii,” you waved, grinning joyfully; shirtless and in pajama pantsㅡ his pajama pants? you look exhausted...

ㅡ“hey, yeah, you really shouldn't leave your windows unlocked, someone could rob you.” you advise smartly, shuffling closer and grabbing the cup, “i didn't know you could be so reckless!” you tut, shaking your head, scolding him? poking him in the shoulder.

oh... you didnt wash your hands. he grimaces.

ㅡ"i could arrest you for breaking and entering," is what comes from his choked up figure, "for - f-for assault, for burglary, for everything you've done." including heartbreak? you leave him after you've milked him dry and he just wants more. hand on his gun, never leaving as he eyes you warily. "right now, i could."

"you wouldn't," comes your voice, utterly sure of yourself as you lean a little closer, excited. humming as you inhale his natural scent. feeling like some little househusband fondling his husband after waiting for him to get home... which is exactly whats happening, isnt it? aha...

gross. body odor. damn, he smells so fucking good... he looks a little sweaty, too - hah. you're making him nervous. you reach out, pressing your fingers to his lips. unwashed dick hands... he splutters as he tilts his head away, instinctively licking his lips.

ㅡ"don't be so sour. don't give me that face - i've missed you too." undiscouraged, your free hand trailing down, grasping his. bringing it to your lips... mwah.

so why havent you come around sooner? he bites back unsaid, glaring at you as his grip on your own hand tightens. he's a lonely man. lonely men are dangerous - not to be trifled with, yet here you are! he rips his hand away, scoffing. placing it on your shoulder and ... feeling your skin underneath... huh.

his hand gripping your shoulder as he tilts his head down. how is it some disgusting person like you gets him going so easily? all you're doing is just... standing there. in his clothes. "... stop staring." the detective mutters, narrowing his eyes at you. he can feel your eyes lurking low. hes flustered. his face is burning hot and he's hard. miraculous, no?

"i can't help it. it's staring at me." you retorted, scowling at him humorously, "i said, i've missed you." you mutter, voice growing a dangerous edge as you push against him, chest to chest. whats wrong with a little foreplay?

there it is... he's so cute. "don't tell me you havent gotten any action the last time we fucked? what, you missed me that much? don't be gay..." you chastise, hand disappearing from view - an electirc shock climbing his spine at the warmth of your hand on his groin. huh. fuck.

ㅡ fuck. that's it. he hates it how you know where everything is. lube, condoms, acting like you own the place. playing with yourself on top of him... isn't this a great way to destress? but... it only makes him more stressed when you leave.

laying him out, giving a little fight as you strip him roughly. he forgets you have muscle. he forgets you can throw him around like a ragdoll. and you forget he can actually arrest you. he eyes you warily, unsure of what to do with his hands as you're hovering above him, naked in all your glory. grimy...

"when's the last time you showered?" you give him a dirty look, eyeing his bare cock warily, making fun of him for the look he was giving you... always, always messing with him. bullying him... he can throw you around too-! no warning as you abruptly handle him, reaching down and grasping his girth slick with a mixture lube and cum, "yuck," you muttered. chest to chest, as you slowly eased down on his length to base, trembling and breathless.

"y-you're ... you're disgusting. fucking disgusting - i can't believe i'm seriously... letting you..." you stop him, irritation strewn across your face as you place your palm over the bottom half of his face. smothering him; making sure he smells your cock on your hands. you're so mean...

"not just letting me..." you hum, cheerfully. naked on top of him, perched on his cock with your own bobbing as you leaned back. you start playing with it - you're so weird.

you know his body so well, what he likes to see, it hurts so bad. he wants more - and he feels a vague sense of guilt. all those one night stands in his twenties... huh is this how they felt when he left them? begging for him... oh, the pain! "you're begging for me. you might not be saying anything, but i can hear you, loud and clear."

not to mention all those nights actually stalking him... laid up in the corner,,, in his closet as he masturbates while repeating your name over and over. watching over him, that's all. he just gets your blood pumping like no other... you couldnt stay away from him very long. always crawling back like he was your confession booth after doing something particularly thrilling.

his lips part, and you slap your hand over his mouth again to keep him from spouting attitude. smearing the sticky, already drying pre over his cheek; hushing him annoyed.

"psh, look at you. you let me undress you, you let me play with your gun, you- you're letting me fuck you. what does that say about you?" you retort, hands on his chest, using him as leverage as you bounce yourself. slow. "you're nasty. letting a dirty degenerate touch you like this? you fucking love it." you scowl, pinching the flesh of his pecs and grinding onto him. clean. "you love it a little too much..."

ㅡhe hisses, hands snapping to grasp your hips and pinch the flesh, jerking upwards, "fuck you. i - i don't love it. i don't. i don't love you." his voice breaking off into a muted whine, throwing his head back against his pillows. he was spouting nonsense. nonsense in order to defend himself from your rapid teasing, but you were making him stupid... just inhaling your natural scent messes with his head.

"... right... i don't love you either." you mutter, eyes narrowed as you hold onto him, squirming as you grope his chest. "do you make all these sounds when you're masturbating, too?" your tone switches, teasing as you lean over, licking his cheek.

you're just... using each other. that's right... for an adrenaline pick-me-up and to curb loneliness. you stay a little longer afterwards. he lays there, still beside you in his own bed. holding your hand when he's sure you're asleep. he could put you away for a long time, you know that? he's selfish. wants you for his own sake.

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