#and honestly i feel morally ambiguous abt this

literally this is from like last year and i was like “can someone proofread this for me once i’m done” but honestly i’m so lazy here it is. 

tw: murder/violence ments, police/vigilante au, gunplay

contains: cop!johnny, vigilante!y/n, you suck off johnny’s gun and he turns into a himbo who thinks with his dick, the justice system is corrupt and you take advantage of it, corruption kink (sort of) with johnny, service top!johnny, you’ve been warned, brief descriptions of cunnilingus, alluded to sex, no actualpenetrative sex though. lots of build up?

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[20:46]johnny,before this case, thought he was a good cop. as good as you could be, he guesses. 

he was unbiased to the best of his ability, always thorough with interviews and investigations, picked up evidence from crime scenes flawlessly, and did his best to help victims when the justice system wouldn’t. 

but when he was tasked to help track you down—a vigilante who would murder those who deserved a guilty charge but didn’t get one due to jury tampering or bribery in a city full of corruption—he began doubting his capabilities and motives. 

you’d find your victims by hacking their phones for their locations, as well as figuring out their routines. you get them to trust you, and you leave them for dead after making them confess their crimes.

when you find out that you’re being investigated by the police, you were curious as to who exactly you were going up against. 

john suh, you read, is the lead detective on your case. not much older than you, you notice, and his picture was beautiful,as if he was crafted by the gods. you decide to have a little fun with him, then, as you continue to rid the city one by one of the criminals that weren’t put away.

as johnny continues to find out more about you, he’s just as drawn to figuring out who you are. his moral compass becomes obscured by how firm you are in your convictions. every time you see him, he fails to catch you in time. you’re always one step ahead, and you’re always leaving him messages, each swaying his mind more than the next. 

i know you wanted him dead too, johnny. was the first message. 

your victims rest much easier knowing they can’t be harmed, was the second. 

i win. you lose. was the third. 

don’t you want to join me, sweetheart? was the fourth. 

if it weren’t his job to catch you, he really would have joined you.

all of your messages were left on a piece of paper, and he always sees the smirk on your face when you leave it before you hide away in the shadows. no one is ever able to find you. 

he and the rest of the officers with him return homes frustrated, but johnny always ends those nights thinking of that smile as he wraps his hand around his cock, thinking about you smirking at him, perhaps degrading him, for his failures to find you. it confuses him, but pushes him to work harder to find you so he can get back to work without the thought of you clouding his mind.

but when you get too entranced with the tingly feeling you get when johnny intently gazes at your back as you leave the fifth message (i’ll always win) on the desk behind you, you realize that he’s coming to get you.

“don’t make me do this the hard way.”

you don’t bother to turn around immediately. you sneer and put your hands up.

“is it just you, officer?” you ask.

“just me and you.”

then, you start to turn and walk towards him, never looking. and once you look up, you see the barrel of the gun in your face.

“you’re much more handsome in person than in the picture on your file, officer.” you start. “i mean, you were hot enough in your file, but in person? i’d fuck your brains out if we met in another context.”

johnny pretends that he’s not getting hard at just that statement and keeps the gun pointed towards you as he starts to handcuff you, but, like always, you have a trick up your sleeve. he likes feeling wanted. 

and, impulsively, you put the barrel of the gun in your mouth and suck. you keep eye contact with him as you blow his gun and he’s never wished to be a weapon any more.

he forgets what he’s there to do, and what you’ve done.

his eyes are transfixed on your mouth. he sees you practically deepthroat it. you use your right hand, the uncuffed one, to tilt his chin to meet your eyes.

“wish that were you, right?” you ask, your voice raspy from the texture of the metal in your mouth.

he nods.

“want me to suck you off? or do you want to fuck my face more, huh?” you wipe the saliva off of your chin.

johnny doesn’t know. he never knows the right answer when it comes to you.

“it’s okay, love, i’m not gonna hurt you,” you caress his cheek. “you’re either gonna work with me, baby, or let me go, alright?” you say, your voice tinged with sweetness. “your choice.”

he’s faced with a challenge, of course, to come with you and leave everything behind, or to continue to be complicit in a system that ultimately may never be fixed. 

“i asked you a question, handsome.” you tsk. “don’t you want to be good and answer me?” 

he swallows, and makes a decision. 

he grabs your arm and turns you towards him, and with all of the strength it took to pull you to him, it brought both of you so close that it was only mere centimeters that kept you apart. 

you’re quick to press what was supposed to be a quick kiss to his lips, but once he feels your lips against his, he pulls you closer (he does, after all, have both of his hands at his disposal) and you’re suddenly flush against him. you feel him immediately start to grind against you, his erection creating a wonderful sense of friction that ignites the arousal in your belly. 

that’s when he changes his decision, and decides to join you. 

you smirk against his lips and feel his hands leave your back as he fumbles for his keys, as he uncuffs you. he doesn’t let you leave him, though, as he picks you up and sits you down on the desk. 

“need to feel your hands on me,” he murmurs into the crook of your neck. 

“knew you would be good for me, sweetheart,” you praise as he leaves kisses on your neck. “but i need something from you too.” 

“anything,” he whispers desperately. “anything at all.” 

“fuck me like you mean it, yeah?” 

he takes off his jacket and lifts you up in one arm (because of coursehe can, you think to yourself) as he uses the other to lay his jacket onto the desk. he makes do of your pants and underwear, leaving him face to face with your pussy and all he can do is lean in to taste you. 

you would scold him for not following directions but when three of his fingers fuck you at the same time as he sucks your clit, you’re not one to complain, especially when the thickness of his fingers almost felt like he was actually fucking you. 

“cover me with your cum,” he starts. “i need you to make me yours.”