wwe smut

Sgt. Rollins

You drove home speedily, hoping to beat your boyfriend to his house. You wanted to spice things up in the bedroom, and so did he, but you wanted to initiate it by buying some sexy lingerie to wear.

You knew you were speeding to your boyfriends house, but you didn't seem to care since all that was on your mind was what you and your boyfriend would do in bed tonight.

Suddenly, you were taken off guard by red and blue flashing lights behind you.

"Shit," you cursed to yourself before pulling over. You checked your makeup, which was wearing off, in the mirror before fixing your breasts in your shirt, making them look extra perky before you rolled your window down.

A tall man walked to your window. His dark attributes kind of scared you, and his hardened facial features made you lose hope for what you had just fixed about your appearance.

"Good evening, ma'am. You know why I pulled you over tonight?" he asked, raising a brow at you. He was handsome, to say the least. You prayed that your boobs could get you out of this ticket.

"Erm, I was speeding?" You bit your lip as he nodded.

"Do you know how fast you were going through that 30 back there?" he asked, cocking his head to the side, his eyes successfully glancing down to your chest.

"I don't, sir," you said before he inhaled a large puff of cool fall air.

"You were going 15 miles over the speed limit, ma'am. Do you have a license and registration on you tonight?" he asked, leaning against his elbow on your car. You rummaged through the glove compartment before handing him the requested items, his eyes scanning over them quickly.

"I'm really sorry," you said, your eyes glancing to his name tag. "Officer Rollins,"

"It is Sargent Rollins to you, Miss Y/L/N," he warned before his eyes peered to you and then back to your license.

"Excuse me, Sargent Rollins. A-Am I going to be in trouble?" You asked, attempting to squeeze your breasts together, which didn't go unnoticed by the hot cop standing next to you.

"We'll see. I'll be right back," he said, turning to walk back to his squad car. You let out a deep sigh before letting your eyes fall closed briefly.

You waited anxiously for him to return. He finally did, and he didn't have your papers with him.

"Ma'am, could I ask you to step out of the vehicle?" he asked, leaving enough room for your car door to swing open.

"Am I in trouble, Sargent Rollins?" You asked as he examined your body, examining you closely.

"Ma'am, you are matching almost exactly to the details of the leader of a group of prostitutes around town. I'm going to have to place you under arrest," Rollins said, forcibly shoving you against your own car, with a hand between your shoulder blades.

"Wh-What?! I am not a prostitute!" You argued as he latched the cuffs onto your wrists.

"I'll take you down to the station, and we will have to see," he said matter-of-factly, using his foot to hit the back of your knees, making them buckle. "I have to check the car for any drug-related paraphernalia. Stay here, and don't fucking move,"

"I-I haven't done anything," you assured him. He turned a blind eye to you before beginning to search through your car.

"Oh, what do we have here?" he said, standing up to meet your gaze. He lifted up your pink dildo that you had totally forgot that you stored in your back seat. "You're a naughty girl, aren't you?"