Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Change

I sighed as I reluctantly pulled over when I saw those flashing red and blue lights behind me.

Of course. I quickly hid the stash of drugs I had just got off of a dealer on Fifth Street and tried my best to look presentable.

I saw the figure of a person near my window and then heard the gentle tap on the glass.

I took a deep breath before rolling down the window, turning to be faced with a green eyed woman in uniform.

Shit, fuck.

I didn't miss the way her eyes went to my cleavage as I went to grab my ID from my wallet.

"Mind if I ask what you hid oh so quickly before I came out of the car?" I cursed under my breath.

"Nothing important, officer....Jauregui." I played it off, my Spanish accent easily pronouncing her last name after I searched for her name tag.

She lifted an eyebrow at this, her jaw visibly clenching as her name fell from my lips.

"Do you know why I pulled you over?" I hummed, licking my lips before speaking.

"I know it's not because of me being a good girl, now is it? Now let me ask you a question. Is it the suspicion of illegal drug possession, sexual assault, and rape charges against my husband, or the trespassing that caused you to pull me over because I'm sure as hell that I was going the fucking speed limit. So what is it? Sheriff Simpson gonna charge me with something else or has he finally found solid fucking proof that I'm a criminal?" I rolled my eyes and she seemed gobsmacked.

"I just need to see what it was you were hiding, Miss Y/L/N." She looked over the ID I had given her.

"Ugh, fuck me." I mumbled as I opened up the glove compartment and pulled out the tin.

She took it from me, opening it up before nodding her head.

"I'm going to need you to step outside." I ran a hand through my hair and that's when my phone began to ring.

Ty is what the Caller ID read.

Shit.

"I won't tell you again, Y/L/N." I bit my bottom lip and stepped outside the car, a soft groan leaving my lips when I felt a strong, warm body press up against my backside and cold metal being wrapped around my wrists.

My breath hitched when I felt her warm breath against my neck, something poking my ass as I was bent over the car.

"You know what..... fuck Simpson." I heard her whisper, her lips attaching to my neck.

"O-Officer...." I couldn't fight the moan that left my lips as she marked my neck.

Thank god it was already dark out and there weren't many cars on the road.

That thing poking my ass became harder and harder until she pulled away abruptly.

"Get in." She commanded, a sudden rasp to her voice.

"What?" She grabbed me by the handcuffs on my wrists and yanked me toward her.

"Get in the fucking car." I moaned, her lips finding mine in a rough kiss.

Her hands were strong and would most likely hurt me if she wasn't careful, but her touch was gentle although it was firm.

I was pushed into the back of the cop car, her body on top of mine as I laid on my back.

Our lips never parted and I felt her hand on my thigh.

The door was shut behind us as she straddled my hips.