Topping a cop is a dream of mine
traffic stop | cop x top male reader
older bottom, f-slur used, semi-public
“do you know why i pulled you over?”
he sighed, hands on his hips. the blaring sun was shining down behind him, cooking you through the open window.
the freeway was a barren place, desert for miles and you on a little solo-trip on semester break. you hadn’t been going that fast, right?
“you were doing one-thirty in a seventy-five.”
“oh shit,” it was instinctual, you covered your mouth a hand, clearing your throat, “i didn’t realize, i’m really sorry sir.”
he seemed maybe forty, not a city cop, more like a sheriff. gray and black beard, a crisp uniform and hat, he filled the uniform out nicely. he wore dark shades, and when he tipped them down to make eye contact you could see he was handsome, rugged, a five o’clock shadow across a sharp jawline, a strong nose and a piercing gaze.
“i’m sure you are, son, but i have to write you a ticket.”
“please,” you tried, “i really didn’t mean to… i usually don’t, i really am sorry.”
he sighed again, the small paper and pen in hand. he seemed to consider it as he tapped the end on the page and looked down the road in both directions. his steely gaze focused back on you, his hands lowering with the ticket in hand.
“well, why don’t you just prove that to me, hm?” he smirked under the shades, sliding his stuff into his pocket.
your jaw opened slightly, the nerves in your body shifting to an excited rush. your hands froze to the wheels but your cock quickly filled to erection.
“you heard me,” he nodded casually toward your crotch, noting the tent, “take it out.”
you gulped and nodded, “yes sir.”
your hands shook going for your belt and zipper, tugging yourself to the relief of not being constricted in your jeans. he hummed to himself, shifting on his foot to look closer at your member. you found yourself getting red under his eyes, still covered by the dark shades.
“you’ve got a nice big dick, boy,” he said finally, each word bringing a pulse to your dick, he reached through the window and grasped your shaft, his palm rough and strong.
a moan stifled in your mouth, as his hand gently squeezed around its girth. he slowly jerked it upwards, seeming to be amused at how you squirmed under his grasp, head laying back as your mouth parted in a silent plea.
“attaboy,” he whispered gruffly, “boys your age… always hard and horny. can only think about busting.”
“yes sir,” you moaned weakly, your hips rolled experimentally, a bead of precum forming from your piss-slit.
he chuckled deeply as you thrusted your cock through his hand, moans bitten back through your teeth. your hands relaxed to your sides, a desperate groan escaping you.
he squeezed your shaft, bringing another groan out of you as he leaned into the window, his face coming close to yours. he dipped his sunglasses off, a smirk on his lips.
“i’ll make you nut in my ass, boy, you like that?”
you groaned, nodded, “yes sir.”
he gripped your chin and crashed your lips together, capturing your tongue when you gasped. his stubble rubs against your skin, his mouth sucking your tongue inside. his hand jerked your cock, each pull drawing a moan into his mouth. your hands explored up his arms, feeling the strong muscles under his uniform, gripping his forearm that stroked you.
he pulled back biting your lip, a grin growing at your expression, lustful and eager. he pulls the door open, backing so he can kneel infront of you, you check the road behind him again as he shifts you forward, your cock hard and bouncing as he grabs the base, his lips pressing a kiss to your tip.
“what if someone drives by?”
he chuckled and wet his lips, “might slow down.”
he swallows both your protests and cock, his warm mouth encasing your dick in the wet bliss as your tip reaches his throat, settling his chin against your balls, his nose to your pelvis. you groan loudly, your voice lost in the wind of the open air. his head bobbed up and down on you, your hand clutching his head as he swallowed gags around your cock, his spit dripping down your shaft. he pushed his head all the way down and held it there, your eyes rolled back as your thighs spread, a moan escaping you.
he pulled up red and gasping, his mouth dripping with spit, and grinned, palming himself through his pants.
“fuck yeah boy,” he gasped.
he tugged your pants off over your sneakers, roughly standing you up and stripping your shirt off, tugging you into another kiss. your naked body felt the warmth of the sun, his rough hands clutching your body, his mouth on yours, the salty taste of your own precum on his lips. you groaned into his mouth, your hands clutching his ass.
standing up you realized you’re a bit taller than him, and his butt feels big and soft in your hands. you moaned when he pulled back, grabbing you by the wrist to lead you around to his patrol car parked behind yours. you walked behind him half dazed, rock hard and naked in the freeway. he threw open the backseat door and crawled in, on his hands and knees, his back arched and fat ass presented to you.
“open your gift boy, you’re paying apologies like a real stud.”
you felt your mouth water as your hands moved to undo his belt, thick with his equipment, and tugged down his pants. his ass was hairy, two thick globes separated by a red string—panties. and under that string was the thick base of a buttplug. your cock ached, and you moved the string to the side, grabbing the plug and pulling it loose.
his hole was wet with lube, slightly gaped by the plug and winking invitingly at you. with a smile you dove in, your tongue slipping through his sloppy ass and finding his sensitive areas like a magnet. he moaned with abandon in the back of the squad car, tongue hanging out of his mouth, he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his hairy pecs, sweat dripping down his neck.
you moaned making out with his cunt, mixing your saliva to spit into his ass, letting your fingers explore his pussy. he reached down to jerk his cock, dripping with pre and making his ballsack bounce against your chin. you groaned, standing up to catch your breath, and moved closer to smack your cock against his ass. he shuddered, looking back at you from his position.
“you want my cock, old man?”
“yes! fuck me,” he moaned.
“need your whore-ass filled by a young stud,” you smacked his ass, watching his cheeks jiggle.
“fuck yes,” he groaned into the seats, “use me.”
you reached forward to grab his hat, placing it on your head with a mischievous grin.
“i would read you your rights,” you grabbed the handcuffs from his belt, clicking each around his wrist, “but this pussy is mine right now anyway.”
he groaned again, more exasperated than anything. it changed to a deep moan as your cock entered his ass, his hot wet walls welcoming you in deep. his reverberated with his moan, your own escaping you—mouth agape, and head leaning back. you gripped the cuffs and began to thrust, your hips slamming against his ass, his hole squelching with every thrust.
“yes fuck,” he huffed, “harder!”
you hummed with pleasure, watching your dick disappear inside him with a smirk. the older man squirmed with every rough thrust that rocked his body forward, his face smushed against the seat, a sloppy grin on his face and his eyes rolled back.
you looked up to view the road again, before pulling him up by wrapping your arm around his neck. you moved him from the seat to slam his chest against the hood of the car, planting your foot beside him and mounted him again.
“what are y- uhn,” he moaned with the rough thrust, “fuuuck.”
“shit,” you huffed, pushing his waist down as you pile drive your cock in him, “you’re slutty ass is even tighter now,” you wrap your arm around him again, leaning down as your cock pushed even deeper, “you’ll like getting fucked in the open, right officer?”
he cried out weakly, his hand grasping your forearm.
“i’m so close…” he whispered, his voice rough and low.
you thrust at a deep brutal pace, his back arched and meeting your hips. you held his hands by the cuffs, trapping him under your weight, head thrown back as you chased your orgasm. he groaned loudly, his hole clenching down tightly as he cums, his cock painting the hood.
“fucking faggot,” you growled into his ear, panting as you get closer to completion, “i’m gonna breed you so deeply.”
“get me pregnant,” he moaned, grabbing the back of your head, his eyes met yours, “give me all that young cum, kid.”
your eyes rolled back as you came, fucking your load deep inside him. he groaned with your final thrust, before you stepped back and slid your cock out to view his creamed hole, lewdly arched in the air, the sun giving his skin a nice glow. you huffed, and looked around at the empty road.
“holy shit,” you gulped, stood naked by the side of the road, cock dripping with cum, “uhm, so am i good to go?”
he chuckled, standing from the hood and jerking his head back, “why don’t you take these off first.”
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