Know why I pulled you over?
Pairing : Sheriff!FP Jones x Serpent!Reader
Word count : 2,177
Inspired by : @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid ! I had a mighty need for some Sheriff!FP, so she sent me some ideas, and this is what came to me.
Warnings : Semi/Public sex, Oral (male receiving), sex on the hood of a car, Dash cam porno.
Speeding down the long stretch of road, the flash of lights and whooping of the siren behind you made you groan. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me..” With a sigh, you slowed the vehicle and pulled over. The siren cut out, but the lights continued as the car pulled up right behind you. “Just my fucking luck…” You grumbled, opening up the glove compartment. “Car full of fucking drugs..”
Hearing the door shut for the car behind you, you got your papers ready on the passenger seat and started to roll down your window. Your eyes were shut, your head shaking as you internally cursed at yourself as the boot falls moved closer until they stopped at your window.
“You know why I pulled you over?” The voice sounded familiar, but in a small town like Riverdale, why wouldn’t it.
“Nope.” You popped the ‘P’ with a bit of sass. “But I bet you’ll find a reason and tell me.” You were met with silence, so you finally looked up at the man standing by your window. Jacket undone so you could see how the brown button up shirt underneath hugged the expanse of his chest. The sheriff badge gleaming in what little light there was. But that face, even hidden behind glasses and under a wide brimmed hat, you knew that face. Squinting to get a better look, it hit you when his lips curved up into a smile. “Jones?”
He licked his bottom lip with a huge shit eating grin and pulled off the aviators.
“You asshole! You almost gave me a fucking heart attack!” You scoffed, hand going to your chest. “Thought I was about to get busted with all this shi-”
“Don’t tell me.” He stopped you. “And the answer is speeding.” he pulled out his ticket book.
“Oh, no, Jones, come on.. Please? You know I can’t afford another speeding ticket.”
“Then maybe next time you’re running shit into town, don’t drive like an asshole. Just doin’ my job, sweetheart.”
“Fuck.” You cursed, head going back. “Serpents don’t pay me enough for this shit..” He chuckled at that, and you shot him a pointed. “Can’t we work something out?”
His tongue darted out, licking over his bottom lip again before he bit down on it and gave you a once over. “Maybe we can.”
You could feel tiny rocks, dirt and blades of grass digging into your knees, but you didn’t give a shit. You couldn’t care less about any cars that might happen past, or if they might stop for the show. Nothing else mattered other than the drag of FP Jones on your tongue as his hips moved forward and back.
You looked up at him through your lashes, the flashing of the red and blue lights washing over the both of you. His hat was forgotten on the hood of your car, along with his glasses, so his hair was hanging down into his eyes as he looked down at you, mouth opening a touch more with every breath he let out. “Fuck.. You always were damn good with that mouth.” You hummed around him at the praise, and his head fell back with another curse. “Shit..”
Your fingernails scraped against the skin of his thighs, just above the waistband of his slacks. Your tongue moved whenever he pulled back, tracing the vein the ran along the underside of his shaft, and dipping up to tease just under the head, when it was all that was left in your mouth. The one sweet spot that always made FP’s knees buckle under him. You hummed again, when you were rewarded with the muscles of his thighs twitching under your fingers.
“You keep doing that, I ain’t lasting long.”
Pulling back just enough that he fell from your mouth, you gave him a cocky but teasing smirk. “Like you ever do with me.”
“Shut up.” He smiled and grabbed hold of your hair, pulling your face towards him again, your mouth happily opening so he could slip back inside until your nose was brushing against soft, dark curls. “Don’t make me regret praising you.”
He started thrusting, not pulling back as far as he had before, but now he was hitting the back of your throat every time, your nose in those curls and inhaling his scent every thrust forward. His pace a little quicker than it had been, but still steady and controlled. The only signs that he was getting closer to release was the twitches in his muscles, and his breathing coming out heavier.
You needed to breath, you needed him to finish, wanted to taste him sliding down your throat while your lungs burned. You let your throat contract, gag reflex kicking in, and he almost came right then and there. Curses and your name fell from his lips as he yanked on your hair and pulled you off of him, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.
“You’re playin’ dirty.” He accused and you smiled as you gulped down the cool night air.
“Just really can’t afford that ticket, Officer.” You gave him the most innocent look you could muster.
“Mm hm..” He hummed and motioned to your car behind you. “Over the hood.”
“Yes, Officer.”
After getting to your feet, you backed closer to the front of your car as you undid your jean shorts, keeping your eyes lock on his face, enjoying that blown out look of lust in his eyes. When you stopped at the front of your car, he just shook his head at you. “There.” He motioned to the drivers side.
“Middle of the road?” He nodded and you glanced down the stretch of abandoned road. “Alright, but it’s your funeral if someone comes tearing down here.”
“No one down here at this time.” He stalked towards you as you moved to where he told you.
“No one but me.” you licked your lips and watched him, how his hard cock jutted straight out and bounced a little with every step he took. “Why, Sheriff Jones, were you waiting for me?” You watched the smile on his face as he moved to stand behind you.
He nudged your shorts just enough for them to fall to your ankles. “Bend over.”
Bending at the waist, your forearms came to a rest on the cold steel of your car and your hands clasped together in front of you. Looking back, you saw FP’s focus was completely on the globe of your ass while his warm, calloused hand ran in circles over it. You saw his hand pull back, and the slap made you jump a little. Between FP’s hands on your skin, and the fact that it was cold out, honestly too cold even for the shorts you’d been wearing, goosebumps covered every inch of exposed flesh.
His eyes met yours, silently asking, making sure. “Fuck me already, Jones.”
His hands gripped you waist, lightly massaging the skin under his fingers for a moment, and then his hands started to move. You could feel the thin fabric of your panties being pushed down by his hands, past your hip bones and then down your thighs to pool at your feet with your shorts.
One thick finger traced over your slit once, twice, three times, before just barely dipping past your entrance. “Don’t start, Jones. Come on.” You whined, hips rolling a bit.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “Ready for me.”
“Waiting for you.” You corrected and looked back at him.
“Watch your mouth.”
You bit your bottom lip with a smirk, loving the tone he took when he said that. Wanting to hear it again, you opened your mouth. “Weren’t you just watching it for me a second ag-” you were cut off by two fingers thrust knuckle deep inside you, that had your mouth hanging open.
“You done?” You were quick to nod. “Good.” He angled his fingers just right, pulling a gasp from you as he hit that perfect spot, then pulled his fingers back out. You whined at the loss, but kept your eyes locked with his as his hand wrapped around his cock and he pumped it with his slick sticky fingers.
Lining himself up, he wasted no more time as he pushed home with a groan and bottomed out. Your mouth fell further open, eyes fluttering closed. He leaned down, his chest against your back so he could mouth at the back of your neck, and you felt how you always felt with FP. Warm and full.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby.” He mumbled against your skin. “But you know I ain't gonna last too long, not after that mouth. You ready?” You nodded. “I wanna hear you.”
“Please, FP.” you whined, your head falling back until you felt his forehead against the back of your head.
“Please, what?”
“Fuck.” you cursed, more at him than anything else. “Fuck me.”
“My fuckin’ pleasure.” His hips started to move, simple small rolls at first, easing himself into it so he didn’t blow his load too quickly. Then he was pulling farther back, his chest still against your back as a hand snaked down under and find your clit. That first swipe over your clit hit just under the hood, that perfect spot that made your knees buckle every time, and he chuckled feeling it. “I know every damn inch of you, and yet, you’re always surprised when I hit that spot.”
“Maybe I’m expecting Alzheimer's to kick in.” you teased, only to whimper and jump when he slapped your clit hard. “Shit.”
“You keep running your mouth, I won’t let you finish.”
You groaned as his pace quickened, one hand left the cool steel of the car to scratch as his hip and thigh. You could hear his balls slapping against your skin, his small little grunts whenever he hit deep, and the quiet little squelch of how wet you were. The lights of his car still flashed away and lit up the night, as his fingers moved at a maddening speed over your clit, bringing you closer and closer.
“Jones..”
His lips brushed against the back of your neck again, his teeth scraping along your skin. “I’m with you, baby..”
“Oh, fuck, Jones..” You whimpered, hips moving to meet his thrust and back arched so he’d hit perfectly. “Oh shit…”
You started to get tense, your whole body vibrating with a need to release. He knew it. He always knew it, he never ignored the signs like others did. Sometimes he’d keep you on the edge a bit, but he always paid attention. FP Jones was a giver if there ever was one, and tonight, on that road into town, was no different.
One last pass, his nail caught just under your hood and the delicious pain of it sent you over, your body shaking as your hand slammed against the car again, and you cried out his name again and again.
His hands went right to your hips, fingers digging in as he fucked you with sloppy uneven thrusts, desperate for his own release. Your heat moved around him, pulling him deeper and milking him with every thrust forward, your orgasm working him towards his, your body begging for it in its own way.
FP delivered as always.
His movement was shallow as he swelled and released inside you. Your reached back again, looking for skin and grabbing hold of his hip, nails digging in as if to hold him there. His arms wrapped around your middle, holding you tight against him as he rocked into you and rode it out. A gentle trickle rolled down your thigh as he swelled a final time and released the last of what he had to offer.
“Maybe I should speed around here more often..” You grabbed his sheriffs hat off the hood, and placed it on your head.
Fp chuckled, his forehead pressed against your back. “Just make sure I’m on duty, alright?”
Glancing over your shoulder at him, you smiled. “I think we can work something out.”
Fp looked up at the sight of you in his hat and nodded. “Yeah, I think we can.”
The office was quiet, in fact, he shouldn’t even be there, but he had one more thing to do before he headed home for the night. Pulling up the file from his dash cam, he smiled. He watched as the stretch of empty road was replaced with your car and him pulling you over. Shifting down in his chair, his hand absentmindedly rubbed over the growing bulge in his slacks as he skipped ahead to him following you around the car and hit play when he saw himself fucking you.
Licking his lips, he pulled the video off the cam and onto his phone connected via usb. Deleting all other evidence of it. Then he pulled up a text chain, and sent it with an attached message.
<< You up for round two?
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