#smutne

policeofficer!hollis x reader ━━━━ᴥ︎━━━━ wc: 2.8k

‧₊˚⊹ tags: Speeding, reckless driving, smut, car sex(?), p in v, back shots, hair pulling, one shot, teasing, handcuffed, public sex (?)

‧₊˚⊹ Summary: In which reader has a habit of unnoticeably speeding at night, and the seemingly attractive officer who keeps catching her overlooks her tantalizing attempts of seduction, relying on ticket after ticket before he finally starts letting her off with warnings for reasons they both know aren’t professional.

“But it’s like— he knew what he was doing before he did it, y’know?” Your friend Mia spoke on the speaker of the car.

You hummed as she spoke, scrolling through messages on instagram, looking up a few times at the empty road. You weren’t paying attention to see how fast you were going.

You were just coming from a tiring double shift at your job. You were completely exhausted, your feet aching, back hurting and the mindless scrolling was the solitary thing keeping you awake.

“Like seriously,” Mia continued, unaware of your distraction. “He texted me at like ten, acting all casual, but i already know he timed it right when he knew I’d be off work. It’s like a tactic he’s doing."

“mhm. Right.” You murmured, tapping through stories aimlessly.

"Are you even listening to me?" Mia laughed on the other end. "Please tell me you're almost home. I don't want you falling asleep at the wheel."

"I'm listening, I promise," you lied, finally tossing the phone into the passenger seat, though your eyes still didn't look at the dashboard. "And yeah, I'm on that long, dead highway stretch. There's literally nobody out here. I could probably drive with my eyes closed.”

"Y/n don't do that," Mia snorted. "But back to what I was saying—do you think I should text him back tonight or wait until tomorrow morning to make him wait a little? Because if I text him now—"

Suddenly, blue and red lights flashed violently across your mirrors with the sharp sirens supporting, making you flinch, your tiredness long gone.

“Shit. Mia, i have to go.” You interrupted her, your eyes prompting over the speedometer. Then your stomach dropped. Seventy-five on a road you didn’t know the limit of but knew it wasn’t nearly close, considering the police. “I’m getting pulled over.”

“No way, f’real?” Mia gasped. “remember don’t be disrespectful. And oh!.. Flirt a little, remember those little reels of the girls flirting with the police? Do exactly that.”

“Hang up,” You sputtered, pressing the button on the radio to hang up the call yourself. You pulled over to the shoulder slowly.

Before the officer could approached your car, you tried to fix yourself up a bit. Consciously shifting your posture, letting your hair fall over one shoulder and shrugging one strap from your tank top off your shoulder while shaking off the exhaustion replacing it with a practiced, charming smile.

A tall figure walked up to your car, the heavy thud of his boots deliberate against the ground. He shined a flashlight inside, the beam washing over your face before he lowered it to a polite level near your dashboard.

The officer was striking. sharp jawline, broad shoulders, shadows from his flash catching the stern contours of his face, and deep unreadable eyes. His uniform was immaculate, looking completely crisp despite the late hour. The nametag on his chest read H. Frazier.

“Good evening," he said. His voice a deep, smooth baritone, entirely devoid of emotion. "Do you know why I pulled you over tonight?"

You slightly squinted your eyes at the light figuratively in your eyesight before blinking and looking up at him through your eyelashes, injecting much sweet, bimbo innocence into your tone as possible. “Not really sure, officer. I was just driving home from my shift from work— might’ve zoned out. Was i going a little too fast?”

Officer Frazier didn’t blink and his expression didn’t soften either. His jaw stayed clinched, looking completely immune to the somewhat flirtatious look you were hinting to him.

“You were doing a seventy five an hour over the posted speed limit,” He stated flatly, continuing to point the flash in your face. “License, registration, and proof of insurance.”

As you nodded turning towards the console, making sure to take your time to get the documents out of your compartment before letting your fingers brush against his ever so slightly as you passed them over. "A double shift really takes it out of you. Can you cut a girl a break? I promise to be good the rest of the way home."

Frazier took the papers, his hand perfectly steady, avoiding any lingering contact. He didn't look at your face, instead he looked straight down at your license.

"Wait here," he said, his tone clipped and thoroughly professional.

He walked back to his cop car, leaving you alone in the quiet dark. You smirked to yourself, thinking your exhaustion-fueled attempt at flirting had at least softened the blow. Officers usually let you off with a warning when you played the tired, stressed worker card.

A few minutes later, Frazier returned. He didn't lean on your door. He didn't smile. He simply handed your license back, along with a crisp, long yellow slip of paper.

Your jaw nearly dropped. A fucking ticket. A real, fined speeding ticket.

"Sign at the bottom," Hollis instructed, handing you a pen. "It's not an admission of guilt, just an acknowledgment that you received the citation."

You looked from the ticket up to his unbothered, handsome face, the charm completely vanishing from your voice. "Seriously? I told you, I just left work. It was an accident."

He took his pen back once you signed, slipping it into his breast pocket. "The speed limit doesn't change based on your work schedule. Drive safely, ma'am. Keep it under fifty." He gave a polite, stiff nod, tapped the side of your car, and walked back to his vehicle.

You gripped the steering wheel in sheer frustration, staring at the name Hollis Frazier printed on the fine. You both knew this was the only highway connecting your workplace to your apartment. And tomorrow night, you'd be driving home at the exact same time.

The next night, you tried the helpless, damsel in distress act. "I think my speedometer might be broken, Officer Frazier," you said softly, looking up at him with wide, worried eyes as the blue lights flashed behind his cop car. You were doing seventy in a fifty. "It felt like I was slow.”

Hollis didn't even look up from his notepad. "Your speedometer works fine. Your depth perception might need checking, though. Sign here." Ticket number two.

The third night, you decided to go bold. You wore a low-cut top after your shift and intentionally left the top two buttons undone. When he walked up to the window, you leaned far forward, resting your chin on your hands, deliberately letting your gaze drop to his lips before locking onto his eyes.

"You know, Hollis... if you wanted to see me again, you could just ask for my number. It's a lot cheaper for me than these tickets you keep giving me."

Hollis's gaze didn't waver. His eyes stayed locked strictly on yours. "It's Officer Frazier. And this is a court appearance warning for consecutive violations. You can sign here." Ticket number three.

By the fourth night, you were furious. You hadn't even meant to speed this time, you were just angry-driving because your manager had kept you later than you were supposed to be. When the dreaded chirp sounded, you pulled over so hard the tires kicked up a cloud of dust.

When he approached, you didn't smile this time. You didn't even attempt to flirt. You quickly got your license and registration without him asking , holding it out to him. “Let’s just get this over with, sir. I’m too tired to flirt out of this fucking ticket tonight."

Hollis stood by your window. But this time, he didn't immediately pull out his notepad. He just looked at you, his tall frame looking down on you, his deep eyes tracking the irritated flush on your cheeks and the way your chest heaved with angry breaths.

"Rough shift?" he asked quietly. His voice was softer this time. It was steady, carrying a strange warmth that caught you way off guard.

You looked up at him, your irritation instantly fading. "What?"

"Your shift," Hollis repeated, leaning slightly closer to the window, his scent of cigarettes covered with some kind of cologne drifting into your car a bit. "Was it a rough one?"

"You could say that," you muttered, suddenly feeling defensive. "My manager is such a jerk. I've been on my feet for, like, ten hours, and now I have to pay you half my paycheck."

Hollis looked down at your license in his hand, his thumb slowly brushing against the card. He stood in silence for a long moment, the quiet stretch of the highway road was silent between you two. Finally, he slid your license back through the window.

Without a yellow slip. You stared at his empty hands, surprised. "Where's the ticket?"

Hollis looked over to the road before turning to you. "Consider this a verbal warning," he murmured. He didn't step back. Instead, he rested his hand on the top of your car door, leaning down just enough that his face was directed with yours.

The strict unbothered officer routine was completely gone from hollis. It was now replaced by an intense focus that made your breath hitch slightly. "But we both know you're going to speed tomorrow night anyway, isn’t that right?"

"I might not," you whispered, your heart suddenly hammering against your ribs for a completely different reason.

A slow devastatingly handsome smirk finally broke across Hollis’s face. "You will. And I'll be waiting here for you.” He tapped the roof of your car twice, turned on his heel, and walked back to his car, leaving you questioning.

You kept your eyes glued to the dashboard as you drove home from work, both of your hands gripping the steering wheel. After receiving three expensive tickets in a row and one warning, you were entirely focused on your own business and going below fifty of course.

The line covered exactly at forty five miles per hour on the meter. Five miles under the speed limit. The road was it’s usual dark empty street, and you just wanted to get back to your apartment without adding another fine to your glove box.

Suddenly, two bright headlights materialized out of the darkness behind you. Before you could even hold your breath, the familiar, sharp chirp of a siren echoed through the night, and blinding red and blue lights exploded in your rearview mirror.

Your jaw dropped. You looked down at your dashboard. Still exactly forty-five. “What the fuck?”

As you had no other choice but to pull over, you did so. He was outright playing with you now. You went under the speed limit and still gained to get pulled over.

You rolled your window down before he reached the side of your car. His footsteps getting louder as he finally stepped in front of your window holding a flashlight. The light flickered across your lap before he turned it off.

“Is this some type of game? I’m genuinely confused.” you squinted your eyes.

He cleared his throat, his hands on his police vest. “Evening.”

“Evening,” You scoffed. “Evening? Are you kidding me. Why’d you pull me over? I wasnt going over the limit, officer.”

“You were driving.. really slow, y/n— ma’am. Especially since you’re close to impending traffic.” He looked to the side, looking down the empty road. You noticed the slip up but didn’t say anything of it.

You looked down to the empty road as well. “Impending traffic?” You looked up at him, tilting your head. “Is this your way of flirting now? If so we could cut the small talk and do whatever—“

“Step out the car, ma’am.” His voice turned stern as he cut you off, like a switch turned off in his head. Not that a smile faded from him but it seemed like it.

“I didn’t do anything Hollis.” you persisted.

“—Officer. Frazier.” He corrected, standing firmly, hands still griping his police vest.

You stiffened, fingers tapping against the wheel. “Isn’t this illegal? Wrongfully detainment or something?”

Hollis huffed. “Just get out the car. Or do you want to make this harder than what it has to be?”

That made you sigh dramatically before stepping out the car, crossing your arms.

Hollis skimmed down at your body, unnoticeably. But you noticed. “Turn around for me.” Hollis muttered.

You uncrossed your arms, eyebrows scrunching together. “What.”

He swiftly turned you around by your waist. “You’re being detained, y/n.” He pulled his handcuffs from his belt off.

“Is this really necessary, you didn’t even tell me what i did. I should detain you! what the fuck.” you complained loudly.

“You’re being detained because you’re obstructing traffic.” Even he knew he sounded stupid but this was all he wanted.

“What the fuck.” You said loudly.

“Keep your voice down.” He whispered against your ear.

As the cold handcuffs wrapped around your wrist tightly, his decision sinked clear to you.

But then Hollis didn’t step back as he whispered in your ear, his chest pressed firmly against your back as he didn’t pull away.

“Do you really have to keep these tight handcuffs on me?” You slightly squirmed, while you placed your forehead on the car hood.

Once he didn’t respond you lifted your head, looking to the side as you couldn’t see his face. “Are you serious though? Or did you do this just as an excuse.”

“Maybe i did.” Hollis murmured lowly, losing the usual professionalism. His hands slid down to grip above your wrist where the cuffs hooked and led you to the back side of his cop car.

Opening the back of the cop car before suddenly bending you over, escaping a gasps from you. “Now i’ve got you right where i want, ain’t that right?”

The position he had you in left you completely exposed, your hips were pushed back against his thighs as his hand never left your hip. The cool breeze of the wind blew against your skin as he pulled your dress up making you shiver.

A low scoff escaped from him. “You must’ve been waiting for this night, huh?” His fingers skimmed over your pussy lips.

“Hollis wait—“

“Shh,” he whispered. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me,right?” he teased, skimming his fingers over the sensitive spot up and down.

The contact sent a jolt through you, making your core clench instinctively. Your back arched as your face was buried in the cars seat, trying your hardest not to whine but it came out anyway.

“Hollis—“ You gasped before his fingers could even enter.

“I told you to be quiet, princess.” His voice dropping into that commanding tone that he’d use on anybody else he’d pull over. He didn’t wait for you to whine a protest before he unbuckled his belt, dropping his pants and boxers.

A low hiss escaped him as the wind blew against his already throbbing cock. He gripped both sides of your waist with a tightening grip.

As he almost leaned down to slip it in, your hands that were still cuffed suddenly gripped his cock before he slapped it away. “Do i need to make those cuffs more tighter for you?”

His teasing made you whine even louder before it cut off with a loud, breathless cry escaping your lips the sound echoing in the night. The sudden deep fullness of hollis dick stuffing you up completely made your knees buckle.

Yet Hollis strong hold held you up, securing you against the heavy thrust he began to give you.

“Fuck,” A low groan came from hollis while he looked up to the sky, praying this night wouldn’t end.

He had all the control as his cock slipped in & out of you roughly as he wanted. The car sending thuds continuously as he thrusted. The rhythm was fast and unforgiving, the sight of your dress bunched up around your waist fueled his pace faster than before.

“H-hollis.” You tried to reach out for something as your hands were still tied, attempting to find a hold on anything as hollis made you progressively high off sex.

He shifted his angle slightly, driving deeper with every heavy stroke. The resistance built a heat in your lower stomach that quickly spiraled out of control.

You lifted yourself, threw your head back against his shoulder, whimpering as a sudden release rippled through you. “ugh.” A soft moan escape from you as yours and his release came.

Hollis planted himself onto of you, his cheek by your cheek as both your breaths were in sync.

It was a long pause as you both took in what had just happened. But then he stood, lifting his pants back up and flipping his belt back together.

As he reached down, he unlocked the handcuffs from your writs with a quick click, letting your wrists go free. while you straightened up and pulled your dress back down, before you turned to glare at him, though your flushed cheeks and breathless state ruined any real intimidation.

Hollis just smirked, leaning back against the cop car with his arms crossed, completely unfazed.

“No more tickets?” You asked lazily.

He shook his head. “No more tickets if we keep this little thing going.”