F*cking the Enemy

3

You both march on to the principal's office, then the professors' lounge, and as you expected, nobody had anything but wonderful things to say about Edward Norton. There's a group picture of him with all of them, and you got to say, he seems completely different from the rest. His clothes are nicer, a shiny Rolex adorned his wrist... and according to Jungkook he didn't have that much cash in his safe, but as you remember, his apartment was fairly luxurious for a highschool teacher. Sure, this was a fancy private school, but none of the others wore designer clothes and five thousand dollar watches. Also his neighborhood was very nice, exclusive... Something didn't quite add up.

When Jungkook is distracted talking to a janitor, you sneak out and approach a girl, a very good looking and popular looking one that seemed to be heading back to her classroom.
-Hi, can I ask your name?- you initiate the conversation casually.
-I'm Stephanie, why?- she responds animatedly while chewing gum.
-I'm so sorry to bother you, but I'm a friend of Mr. Norton, do you know him?
-Oh, yeah...- she replies somberly, apparently the news of his passing had traveled fast -...I'm so sorry, for your loss...
- Yeah, we lost touch a while back but we were buddies in high school, partners in crime if you know what I mean...
- Oh... yeah he was pretty cool, or so I've heard...
-It's nice to know that Eddy never got boring I guess...- you reply faking nostalgia and thinking on the spot how to properly get information about the guy without lifting any suspicion that you were a cop.
-Yeah, no... my friend Jessa took his class and she was always saying that he was so interesting, and handsome, blah blah ... and that he could her any GPA she wanted...- as soon as she said it you could tell the immediate regret, but you reassured her by lowering your voice...
-Hey, don't worry, I'm not a snitch...- you whispered -... I'm just sorry I couldn't say goodbye to him, you know?
-Well I have to go to class now, again I'm sorry...
-Don't worry honey, thanks for the chat...
Moments after you grin triumphantly due to your good fortune and cleverly obtained information, your smile quickly fades away when you sense Jungkook's laser stare penetrating your back, followed by his grasp on your arm.
-What the fuck?- he mutters angrily in your ear, but all that does is give you goosebumps and desire said grasp on a more intimate setting.
-I know, I know... but I got some info...- you respond, trying to feign some composure.
After you relay all the information he seems more calm, yet unwilling to let you get away again...
-You're not thinking of following this Jessa girl, are you?
-Do you see any other way? She's not gonna wanna talk to the cops?
-We'll talk to the principal first, we don't need another warning from the Chief...
-What if he refuses? You know how particular these fancy schools are...
-Leave it to me...- he replies, before placing his hand on your lower back and guiding you back to the principal's office. Oh... how horny you were...
After a lot of intimidation from Jungkook's part, which admittedly wreaked all kinds of havoc in your loins, the principal agreed to summon Jessa to the office. This girl was even prettier, and anyone would have mistaken her for a twenty year old vixen; but when interrogated, she burst into tears several times and refused to answer most of the questions. It was like nobody was more affected by Norton's death than her, and you had a pretty good idea why.

She left in a hurry, making you internally curse
Jungkook for not letting you handle things your way, but at least now you knew what to look for. It was obvious that Norton was nowhere near clean; and on top of that, was most likely dating at least one of his students, who also happened to be a minor. Why exactly everyone was so intent in covering for him, you didn't know yet, but you would find out.

The rest of the day went by uneventfully after the two of you got back to the station. Jungkook had gone his own way, back to the lab and God knows where else, but you were more interested in following up with Norton's extracurricular activities, so you decided to leave early and think of something the next day. The problem was that next day wouldn't come until you fell asleep, and you were finding that task extremely hard. Your warm blanket sticks to your skin as you look around your comfortable apartment to find nothing interesting enough to ocupy your mind, while your unusually restless body kept tossing and turning and asking for sensations that you couldn't provide it with just toys. The brief sexual encounter you had partaken in earlier that day, far from relieving your cravings, had actually intensified them; but you couldn't show up at Jungkook's at this hour without warning, and you didn't want to either. Last time you had done that, he had been entertaining someone else, and the humiliation that followed once he told you had been almost unbearable afterwards. Because even if it seemed likely, at the time you hadn't expected him to be sleeping with anyone else. You weren't sure how to feel about it, but it sure wasn't pleasant to know that he was getting laid with other people besides you. The only solution was to go out tonight and hope for the best.

The truth was that you hadn't been intimate in years with anyone else besides your partner, but if he wasn't doing the same thing, why couldn't you also endulge in casual sex with a stranger, or in this case, the hunky immoral lawyer who kept inviting you to take advantage of his interest in you.

You get up and open Instagram, and after a few search attempts, using resources only available to a member of the law enforcement such as yourself, you find Kim Namjoon's private account. On his stories it seemed like he was at some kind of luxurious club, with all kinds of attractive bimboes and boy toys around him, but you didn't let that slow you down, as you gather up the courage to direct message him.
-Hi.
-I didn't know you were such a stalker...- judging by his response, he had recognized your profile picture.
-Now you know... - you respond quickly and before he has the chance to message back, you type again: -...Where are you? it looks fun...

After a minute that seemed to last a whole hour he sends a pinned address, and in a matter of seconds you spring up from your bed to start getting ready to go. You put on a tight black leather top and ripped jeans to go with your heels and your long flowy hair, but a light layer of makeup will have to suffice because time is of the essence. You dart through the door and within minutes you're at the entrance of a very exclusive looking nightclub, but only a flash of your badge is enough to make the huge security guard step aside without a second thought.
The music is banging in your chest when you notice an expectant and ravishingly hot Kim Namjoon glancing at your arrival from the second floor. He cannot conceal his excitement once you make your way up the stairs while he shoos away his posey. He looks so different with just a white long sleeve sweater and jeans, instead of his suit and tie, but not any less hot. He bites his full lips and slicks his silver hair back, once you finally get close enough for him to welcome you, his devouring eyes undressing you with anticipation.
-I'm so glad you made it...- he grabs your hand and pulls you closer.
-I had some time to kill...- you respond uninterestedly before he plants a soft kiss to your cheek that almost makes you moan.
His dragon eyes subject you to a close surveillance that proves enough to make your panties moisten and your breasts bristle.
-Would you like a drink?- he invites with his low resonating voice and you respond to him coyly by gathering your hair with one hand, exposing your left shoulder and back.
-Sure...
He's all smirks and laughs after a few minutes of talk by the bar, and you're pleasantly surprised by his deceiving personality. He's gentlemanly and charismatic, not obnoxious or sleazy. So intelligent and well spoken, even for a lawyer; and even funny enough to coax a couple of chortles out of you.
-So, Namjoon...- after half an hour and a few more seducing looks later you decide to take action and lean into his uncovered neck, and inhale some of his exquisite aroma -...I'm sorry if I sound too forward, but I'd really like to get out of here...
You end your sentence by placing a wet kiss on the corner of his mouth, hoping that this will finally set him off. He positions his lips against your lips and fills them up with his warm, sensual kiss. His lips, his caramel skin, his scent... It all feels so decadent. His delicious tongue teases inside your mouth and prompts a threatening effervescence in your body turned into a burning sensation when he uses his large, powerful hand to seize the back of your neck and base of your head.
-You want me to fuck you baby?- he asks softly against your skin and you have no choice but to nodd in acceptance.