5SOS SMUTT

OFFICER OF THE LAW - (Ashton Imagine)

(A/n) I feel so dirty writing this...... But what can I say?? Smutt is an unhealthy addiction that a lot of us have... Whether it be writing it, reading it, or laughing at it (don't even think of other possible actions) - it is just a strange addiction that I'm willing to say at least 97% of us have.
ENJOY

"This cannot be happening right now!" you scream as you slam your right foot down onto the gas pedal, hoping to escape the flashing lights of a cop car behind you.

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After about an hour of this one cop car chasing you, you feel your car heaving under the pressure of this wild endeavor.
Your car gives up, stopping at the side of the road. This road, you don't even have an idea of what/where it is.
You are in the middle of nowhere with a police officer trekking up to your crap car, and he's clearly pxssed.
You haven't seen a car for at least forty miles. You say your last prayers, hoping that this officer won't brutually murder you.
You shudder as he reaches your open car window, peering in at you with observant eyes.
"License and registration please, mate," the officer has an unusual accent.
You hand him all of your paper work, fighting off the tears.
You know that if everything is done legally, you're facing time.
A B&E along side a high speed chase.
Yep, major time.
And all over just a couple hundred dollars.
"I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the car, Ms. (Y/l/n)," he tells you with the same accent - only thicker this time.
You do as you are told, seeing no other option now.
Now that you are slowly stepping out of the car, you actually take the time to notice the appearance of the officer.
Beneath his uniform hat, he has curly, dirty blonde hair that falls just above his jawline on either side of his face. His hazel eyes are so piercing that you almost melt away right here and now. He has big round arms that lead up to his broad shoulders, and from what you can notice - he has long and toned legs. He's the best looking officer that you've ever seen...
Damn, he's hot,
He belongs to the Law Enforcement,
But he's kinda hot though...
"Hands over your head," he demands.
He grabs your hands, leading you to the hood of his cruiser.
Damn Fords...
"Hands on the hood, legs spread," he commands.
You listen, a tear streaming down your face.
As you're leaning over the car, you can feel him staring.
You close your eyes and sigh as the frisking begins.
He starts at the bottom of your left leg, slowly progressing up to your crotch.
I'm wearing a skirt, not jeans.
You notice that this isn't normal, considering that he just frisked your bare left leg. You're wearing a skirt that barely covers your bum. Well, with you bent like this, it's probably revealing your bum. You aren't wearing any underwear, which makes this even more awkward.
Once his frisking reaches your upper thigh, the rubbing and patting becomes slower.
His hands reach you crotch, causing your breath to hitch.
"Wouldn't want you to be hiding anything, here," his hand gently massages your area.
You moan, and you can hear him laugh behind you.
His index finger slips up into your entrance.
You bend over the car more, giving him better access.
Just as you begin to feel yourself slowly beginning to build up in your core, his finger leaves.
His big hands then travel quickly down your right leg.
Once he's done, he grips at your bum.
You moan, encouragement to him as he pushes up your loose, short skirt. He pushes it up to your waist, exposing you to the coolness of the slight breeze.
You moan again at the breeze, causing him to slap your bum swiftly and harshly. You whimper as his hand connects with your soft skin.
"You have the right to remain silent," he says before smacking you again.
"I suggest that you take advantage of that right, (y/n)," he says huskily.
You hear a zipper, followed by the thud of his pants being dropped to the ground.
You wait for a moment, not for sure what he's doing.
You then feel his stiff member grinding against your bum, and you grind back into him.
He smacks you again, "my job, mate!"
His hands creap down your crack, then down over your entrance.
He presses a digit into your anüs, you yelping due to the suddenness.
He slowly fücks it in and out of you, then accompanying it with another digit. He scissors them in you, causing you to wince but slightly loosen up. He adds a third finger, you adjusting to him.
"When this goes down, I want you to scream out my name. Call me Officer Irwin," he tells you and you nodd slowly.
He smacks you yet again, "speak, (y/n), speak!"
"Yes, Officer Irwin," you whimper out softly.
He lines himself up with your anüs, and slams into you.
He pulls out of you slowly, you just moaning loudly.
"MY NAME?" he screams as he slams into your deeper and rougher this time.
"OFFICER IRWIN!" you scream out as he goes in again.

Okay, so I don't know if I'll on with this. Honestly I'm starting to feel awkward and gross....... Lol
If I do go on, it'll be a part 2......
Opinions??