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I'm Not A Hooker (Smut)

“Are you trying to bribe me?” Bellamy asks at the brunette in front of him with a frown. He couldn’t be that old, not even eighteen from the looks of it. Yet he was out on the streets with a group of hookers.

“Depends, is it working, officer?” The boy purrs, looking up at him with blue eyes, his hands on the taller man’s chest. He was cute, Bellamy would give him that.

“Only if you’re trying to add more charges. Please, Mr…what was it?” He pretends to forget. This wasn’t the first time they’d met, but since Murphy wasn’t eighteen yet, he couldn’t ever be held for more than a night and even then the flirting didn’t stop. One time he even picked the lock and snuck into Bellamy’s office. Telling him that he needed some help with something while motioning to his dick and telling him that if he was a good police officer, he’d help him out.

“Murphy. But you can call me whatever you’d like, Bellamy.”

“It’s Officer Blake. And please, Mr. Murphy, just get into the car.” Bellamy didn’t have the heart to manhandle him into the car. He was too nice for that, only mean when he absolutely had to be. It didn’t help that Murphy was beautiful, red lips, pretty blue eyes, pretty voice. Everything about Murphy was pretty. And illegal. Stop thinking about that.

“Officer,” Murphy starts,“The only thing I want to ride is you.” It’s been at least twenty minutes since Bellamy had walked Murphy over to the car and read him his rights. He was cracking.

“You know what, I’m going to let you go, just don’t let me see you again, understand?”

“Can you see me under you now? Or maybe see me on my knees sucking your c-”

“Mr. Murphy, I’m letting you go. You don’t have to try to bribe me.”

“Who said I’m trying to bribe you? Maybe I just want you in me, officer Blake.”

“Mr. Murphy-”

“I want this. I want you.” Murphy stands on his toes as he says this, his face inches from Bellamy’s. The brown eyed man tries not to breathe him in. He fails. Murphy smells like cinnamon and sugar. He hold back a moan.

“You’re too young.”

“I just turned eighteen. I want this. You want this. The only question is, my place or yours?” He whispers the question into Bellamy’s ear and that’s when the older man loses it.

“Then shut up and get in the fucking car.” Murphy quickly nods and runs to the passenger seat. When Bellamy gets into the car he sees Murphy poking at the radio and he slaps his hand away. “No touching.” He starts up the car, driving towards his house.

“Why not?”

“Because you might fuck something up.”

“Can you fuck me up?”

“That’s the plan.” He slaps Murphy’s hand away again as he reaches for his badge.

“I just wanna see it.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No. Be quiet. Don’t touch that.”

“Maybe you should cuff me.” Bellamy stops on the side of the vacant road. Murphy didn’t expect him to actually do it. Bellamy just grins and slaps the cuffs on him, putting them through the the bar near the window. “Kinky. I like it. Maybe you should spank me too. That’d be nice. I’m a bit of a screamer, just so you know.” Bellamy doesn’t respond. Murphy keeps rambling on. It’s cute. Not that he’d ever admit it. Bellamy stops outside of his small house and takes the handcuffs off of Murphy, putting his hand on the small of his back and leading him inside. He holds the handcuffs in his other hand, he’ll probably need them later.

Murphy is kissing him as soon as the door closes, pressing him up against the door and wrapping his arms around the older man’s waist, pulling him closer. Bellamy kisses back and smirks at the sound Murphy makes when he nips at the boy’s red bottom lip. In a matter of seconds Murphy is pinned against the door and Bellamy is grinding against him. “Little slut,” He growls,“Offering yourself up to anyone.” Bellamy starts biting his neck.

“Turned everyone down tonight, wanted you. Just you.” Murphy moans, throwing his head bake and giving Bellamy better access to his neck.

“I could have arrested you. What would you have done then?” He starts unbuttoning the boys pants, telling him to take off his shirt.

“I-I-”

“You don’t know, do you? You’re lucky your plan worked out then. Jump.” Murphy does, wrapping his legs around Bellamy’s waist and letting himself be carried to Bellamy’s bedroom. He’s placed on the bed and Bellamy is instantly on top of him, his knee pressed against the boy’s quickly-growing erection. Bellamy takes off his own shirt his pants following after before he starts kissing Murphy again. He shoves his hand down the boy’s pants and strokes him over his underwear. “That good?” Murphy just moans, his eyes shut tight. He removes his hand and groans at the boy’s whine. “Take your clothes off.” Bellamy pushes off his own boxers and strokes himself slowly, watching Murphy undress and his red cock slapping against his stomach as its released.

Murphy reaches for Bellamy’s cock but the man stops his hand. “Are you sure you want this? You don’t have to, you can leave right now. I won’t arrest you, I promise.”

“Officer Blake, I’ve wanted you since we first met and you assumed I was a hooker.”

“Assumed?”

“I’m not a hooker, I just visit someone there, and when I saw how hot you were and found out you drive by often, I just let you believe I was one. I’ve wanted this for a while now.”

“Oh.” Bellamy says, confused.

“Do you want to know what I think about you, when I’m alone? What I’ve been wanting for so long?”

“I- uh- yes, p-please.” Murphy chuckles, sitting up, moving so his face was inches from Bellamy’s.

“I thought about you handcuffing me, making me beg, you fucking me hard, making me scream, letting me ride you, sucking your red cock.” At this he grabs the man’s erection and starts stroking him. Bellamy moans. “Can you do some of those things, officer Blake?” Bellamy nods quickly, pushing Murphy back down on the bed and kissing him hard. He moves down marking up the boys neck as he puts the boy’s arms up by the headboard and cuffing one wrist, threading the chain through a bar before cuffing the other, hearing the boy moan as he kisses down to his collarbones.

He kisses down to Murphy’s red cock, kissing the tip and smirking when it twitches. He licks from base to tip before taking the boy’s erection in his mouth all the way, swallowing around him and licking at the veins. Murphy lets out a long moan and fuck if that wasn’t the best thing I’ve ever heard. “G-gonna c-cum!” Bellamy just sucks harder, swallowing around the boy’s erection. Cum shoots down his throat and he swallows. Licking at the boy’s slit until he’s whining. Bellamy lets the boy rest for a bit, kissing all over the Murphy’s skin. “Th-there’s lube and a c-condom i-in my pants p-pocket.”

“Prepared are we?” Bellamy asks, only slightly panting as he gets off the bed to grab the condom and lube.

“Gotta be safe, officer Blake.” He giggles. Giggles. The kid giggled. Damn, I’ve got to keep this boy.

Bellamy slicks up his fingers and slowly pushes one into Murphy, listening to him gasp and watch his mouth open with quiet pants. He was so pretty. Bellamy adds another finger, kissing up to Murphy’s pretty little mouth. He swallows Murphy’s moans, licking into his mouth. Bellamy speeds up his fingers and Murphy lets out a scream when they curl and hit his prostate. Bellamy kisses him hard, his free hand on Murphy’s hip. He adds a third finger, stretching the boy with a smirk. “Feel good?”

“Y-yes.” Murphy whimpers,“Pl-please f-fuck me.”

“Maybe if you beg.” His fingers enter and leave the boy at a slow pace. “You gonna beg me for it, Murphy? Tell me what you want.”

“I-I- Please! Please fuck me! I-I w-want you, n-need you in me, I’ve wanted you for s-so long, please!” Murphy pleas, moving his hips. The fingers leave him and suddenly Bellamy is thrusting into him, slowly. “A-ah!” Bellamy revels in the sounds Murphy makes as he slowly goes in and out of him. “F-faster! P-please!” Bellamy doesn’t speed up, he just keeps his slow pace, angling his thrusts differently until he finds the boy’s prostate. He hits it with every thrust,“Please, Bell- Officer Blake, please! Please go faster!” Bellamy leans up, his mouth by Murphy’s ear, his hot breath hitting it.

“You can call me Bellamy.” And then he’s slamming into Murphy at a punishing pace and kissing him hard, feeling around for the keys to the handcuffs and unlocking them. Murphy’s hands are everywhere in seconds, in his hair, his hips, scratching down his back, on his chest. Murphy lets out screams and moans and writhes as Bellamy toys with his nipples and blushing because he’s not a girl, his nipples shouldn’t be that sensitive.

Bellamy chuckles at the blush on his cheeks, kissing him harder as he keeps up his impossible pace. Then he grabs Murphy’s cock, stroking it hard and fast,“Don’t cum.”

Too late. Murphy came as soon as Bellamy touched him, painting their chests with his hot, sticky cum. “I said not to cum.” Bellamy growls into his neck, not stopping or even slowing his hips. Murphy whines, telling him he was too sensitive, but Bellamy just keeps on thrusting with a smirk, sucking marks into the pale boy’s skin. Murphy was hard in less than a minute.

Bellamy cums and pulls out after another thrust. “Still hard, are we?”

“Thanks to you, asshole.” Bellamy just smirks and slaps the boys thigh, hearing him squeal. Murphy reaches down, grabbing his cock and starts stroking but Bellamy stops his hand. “You can’t just get me hard and then not let me cum. That’s not fair.”

“I never said I wasn’t gonna let you cum.” Bellamy flips Murphy over, arranging him so that his knees are under him and his ass is in the air.

“What the hell, Blake? You could have just asked for me to mov- ah!” Murphy yelps as he feels Bellamy lapping at his hole. He kicks at him. Bellamy could not do that. “Bellamy, what the hell, stop that.” Bellamy starts lapping at it faster, lightly sucking on his rim and Murphy sees stars,“Bellamy, stop, that’s gross an- oh my god!” Bellamy shoves his tongue into the boy, wiggling it inside and Murphy can’t hold his moans back. “You can’t-”

“Shhh, just let me do this.” Murphy keeps on struggling, but wiggling around doesn’t help, Bellamy’s tongues just swipes over his hole even more.

“Hell no!” He tries kicking him again, but Bellamy pushes a finger in and finds his prostate and his arms just give out as he cums.

“Feel good?”

“I hate you.”

“You pretended to be a hooker just to see me more.”

“I don’t hate you.”

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