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lovelytsunoda · 4 months ago

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give yourself goosebumps | jack doohan

summary: a series of break-ins in town has the local pd on high alert. home alone nearing the devil's night, yn seeks comfort in the beat cop who shows up to warn her

pairing: beat cop!jack doohan x female! reader

warnings: 18+ content, my weak attempt at kinktober because i am a whore for men in uniform (usually firefighters lmao) i think because of the idea that they have protective instincts and this is reason 1,638 why I should stop watching cop shows. sex over a kitchen counter, officer used in a sexual context i should go have a shower in holy water because this is way spicier (dirty talk wise anyways...actually now, it's just plain dirtier and i'm going to hell) than anything else i think i've ever written...which brings mje to the next warning: beat cop!jack has a dirty fucking mouth and a breeding kink (this is the biggest warnings section i have ever written)

he knew she was home before he even knocked on the door. he could see the glare of the tv, playing whatever the latest netflix hit series was, her messy bun visible over the back of the couch.

“hello, officer.”

where she opened the door, she was wearing nothing but a skimpy silk pajama set, the shorts so small they could barely be considered as such.

“good evening, miss. I’m officer doohan, broadbeach police department.” he tucked his hands underneath his kevlar vest, feeling his throat go dry as he looked at her. “are you aware that there’s been a series of break ins in this neighborhood over the last few days?”

she nodded meekly, leaning against the doorframe, her nipples pebbling underneath her silken top as a breeze rushed past the open door.

“yeah, I’ve heard. do you wanna come in?”

he shouldn’t.

he really shouldn’t.

but he did it anyways, stepping through the threshold and allowing her to close the door behind him.

“is it just you in the house?”

she nodded. “my roommate is out with her boyfriend. they both live here but they’ve gone to visit her family in the outback.”

jack frowned, leaning against the kitchen counter, fingers through his belt loops. “a pretty little thing like yourself shouldn’t be here all alone. especially not so close to devils night.”

“isn’t it funny how people are more worried about the day before halloween than the holiday itself?” she laughed lowly, stepping closer to jack.

her arms were crossed against her chest in an attempt hide how hard her nipples were, but all it did was make her cleavage look bigger. he gulped, shifting his stance to hide the growing bulge in his uniform trousers.

“statistically, it is a bad night for misdemeanours and violent crime.”

“then maybe you should stay here and protect me, officer.” she pleaded innocently, running her hands over his vest.

there was something about the way she said it, the use of his title in that tone of voice that wrought a low growl from the back of his throat.

“you’re playing a dangerous game, ma’am.” he said lowly, his hands moving to her waist to grip her gently. “because once I get started, there’s no stopping.”

she didn’t answer him, instead choosing to press her body up against his, hands searching for the buckles on his vest, lips finding his.

once they kissed, it was like a dam gave way inside him. he gripped her ass tightly, teeth nipping at her bottom lip as he devoured her lips. they tasted like strawberry when he ran his tongue over her rapidly swelling lips.

his kiss was intoxicating, his touch like a drug. she was overcome with the urge to rip that kevlar vest off him. or to let him fuck her brains out while he was wearing it.

jack helped her out, unbuckling the vest before pulling it over his head and letting it fall to the ground, the hand radio clipped to his lapel clattering against the kitchen tile. he spun her body around, caging her up against the cold countertop. she hiked her bare leg over his hip, letting out a soft whine as the cold of the handcuffs secured against his belt brushed against her warm flesh.

grinding against her warm heat, jack moved to kiss down her neck. they were open-mouthed, sloppy kisses, and he was leaving more than one hickey in his wake. her fingers wound through his hair, tugging gently. he moaned against her neck, bucking his clothed cock against her warm heat.

"oh, officer." she whined, throwing her head back

"that's right, baby," jack hummed. "i'm right here. gonna keep you nice and safe and satiated."

he nuzzled further into her neck, hands coming up to massage her perky boobs underneath her top, tugging and teasing at her nipples and enjoying every little whine and moan that comes from her throat. there was a dark spot forming on the crotch of his trousers, and he had a feeling that if he were to undo his service belt, there would be slick all over the plastic belt buckle.

any self control that might have remained in his body was gone the second that she reached for his wrist and tucked his strong hand down the waistband of her shorts.

"holy fuck, you're so wet." he exhaled. "does the uniform make you hot, baby?"

"yes." she breathed, nerves on fire as jack's fingers circled her opening. "touch me, officer doohan."

and how could jack say no? he was vaguely aware of to crackling of his radio in the background, other officers checking in as he was knuckle-deep in a pretty girl.

she moaned as his cold fingers entered her, flexing and brushing against her walls, fingering her underneath her silk shorts. a flush was rising on her skin, the shoulder straps of her skimpy shirt falling down, down, down until her tits were half exposed.

"that's it, sweet thing, taking my fingers like such a good fucking girl. letting me stretch you out for my hard cock." he could feel her walls fluttering around his fingers, clamping down hard before he had to bite his lip and withdraw his fingers.

"what did you do that for?"

"because i want to feel you come around my dick. turn around baby, shorts on the floor. let officer doohan take care of you."

he reached to take off his belt, eyes rolling back when he realized that his belt buckle was just covered in her juices.

she was going to be the death of him, if he didn't lose his job first. and he still didn't really catch her name, now that he thought about it. he dropped his service belt to the floor, starting to undo the black uniform shirt, revealing a tanned (and toned) chest underneath.

she glanced at him hungrily, snapping the elastic band that pinned her hair to the top of her head, letting it fall in waves cascading over her shoulders. she shook it out seductively before turning around and sliding the baby pink silk shorts down her legs. she leaned over the counter, gently swaying her hips from side to side, eyes cast back to watch jack's every movement. he was dreadfully hard, his dick straining against its fabric prison.

he withdrew his throbbing cock, resting the heavy head against her ass as he leaned over to kiss her shoulder blades.

"tell me you want it, baby girl." he whispered, voice low and husky against her ear. "all you gotta do is ask, and i'll give it to you."

"please, officer. i need it." her voice was almost as strong as her grip when she reached back for his hand. "i need your cock."

he couldn't deny her, sliding home inside her dripping pussy with one single push. his eyes rolled back, and he had to start reciting formula one statistics to stop himself from coming instantly as her walls wrapped around him.

"sweet jesus, princess." he moaned, tentatively thrusting into her. "you're so fucking wet."

"all for you, baby." she moaned, tits pressed up against the cold countertop, hair thrown over one side of her scalp. "fuck, i feel so full. i need more."

jack paused his leisurely thrusts, smacking her on the ass once. "how do we ask for it, baby? use your words for me, love."

"faster, officer. fuck me faster." she moaned, bucking her hips backwards to grind against his pelvis. his uniform shirt hung opened from his frame, trousers down around his ankles with a stain that probably wasn't going to come out.

he was so going to get fired for this, and yet he couldn't seem to care.

he picked up the pace, heavy balls smacking against her ass as he thrust in and out at a rapid pace, almost withdrawing fully before pushing himself back in again. she moaned loudly, writhing against the counter as she pressed up on her forearms, back arched as she attempted to alter the angle ever so slightly.

"you're doing so good for me, pretty girl. taking my cock so well. such a good girl for me." he grunted, smacking her ass again

"oh, fuck!" she moaned, bucking her hips back against his. "please don't stop."

she was holding herself up with one hand now, the other slipping underneath her shirt to massage her aching breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers as jack continued to pound into her.

"look at you, pretty girl. inviting a handsome police officer into your house so he could fuck you from behind in the kitchen. i bet you've fantasized about this, haven't you?"

she nodded, unable to form words as jack's hands traveled over her body, up her back and back down to her ass, squeezing and kneading as he went before his hand dipped down to rub her clit.

she cried out in pleasure, hand falling from her tit as she braced herself against the counter, pushing back against his cock. she could feel herself start to contract around him, breath hitching and back arching as she let her tits hang freely out of her pajama top.

"you gonna come, baby?" jack asked, using his free hand to try and gently push her face towards him. "you let go whenever you need to, you don't need my permission."

"please, officer. please." she repeated it like a prayer, a sound that jack wanted to hear on repeat (and he knew he would hear in his head all week, for every waking hour. he already knew he'd be jerking off in a cold shower to the memory of the young woman in front of him.) "make me come, officer. please, i need it."

"fuck, baby." jack whined, struggling to keep his composure. "come on, give it to me. soak my fucking cock, sweet girl."

she felt the coil in her stomach snap, her walls clamping down on jack's cock as she arched her back, coming with a guttural moan. she came with such force that it brought tears to her eyes, legs threatening to buckle.

jack kept going, feeling his own thrusts beginning to falter, and hew knew he had to ask the pertinent question, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to spill every last drop inside her.

"where do you want me to finish, baby girl?"

"inside." she moaned, head resting on the counter as she used both hands to palm her tits. she was hazy from the over stimulation, positively drunk on the man behind her. "i'm on the pill, don't worry about it."

jack moaned, eyes rolling back. "fucking shit, baby. that's what you want? you want your policeman to pump you full of his cum? you want to feel me even after i'm gone?"

"yes! god, yes."

his dick twitched, and his knees threatened to give out as he started to spill, unable to hold back his animalistic cry as he reached for the countertop to hold himself up. he tried to keep thrusting through it, but when her walls clamped down on him again, he almost lost it, practically whimpering as he draped his sweaty body over hers, spilling the remainder of his seed inside her as she came a second time.

he detached from her carefully, slipping out as gently as he could to avoid over stimulating her. she clenched her thighs together, now sticky from the remainder of her arousal, and the other fluids threatening to leak out of her.

"do you want a towel or anything?" jack asked shakily. his hands were shaking as he did his pants back up, and his vision was spotty from how hard he had come.

she nodded, attempting to fix her shirt before reaching for an empty glass of water. "bathroom is down the hall and to left. linen closet is the door next to it. if you don't mind, my bathrobe is hanging up on the other side of the door. it's the fuzzy white one."

jack set off, walking like a baby deer until he made it out of the kitchen. he didn't even want to think about checking the time. who knew how many houses he had fallen behind?

he came back with a warm towel and her bathrobe, gingerly drying her off before she slipped back into her ruined silk shorts, pulling the robe tightly around her body.

"you've probably got work to do," she said, watching with something akin to disappointment as jack did up his shirt and slipped his service belt back on. "i shouldn't keep you." she reached for a pad of sticky notes underneath the house's landline, scribbling something down. "this may be presumptuous of me, but you seem really sweet. i'd like to give you my number. i mean, you already know where i live." she flushed, avoiding eye contact. "maybe you want to get dinner sometime?"

clipping his vest back into place, he took yn into his arms, kissing her forehead gently. "i would love that."

"good." she smiled, passing him the neon pink sticky note before pressing up to her tiptoes and whispering in his ear. "and maybe next time i'll let you play with my ass since you seem to like touching it so much."

yep. this woman was going to be the death of him.

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