Sapphire's Shorts | 2022/2023

Officer? [Steter]

Peter was getting off work and knew he would be late getting home. He even picked up food to make Stiles's favorite meal but as he was heading home, he saw flashing lights in his rearview mirror. "Shit," He muttered. He did not need to get pulled over. Stiles wouldn't be happy with him but if Peter behaved, maybe the officer wouldn't be too hard on him. Naturally, Peter grabbed his license and registration to hand to the offi—"Stiles?"

"Sir, I'm going to need you to step out of the vehicle." Peter simply stared at him and only got out after being told to do so a second time. "Turn and face the car."

"Stiles? What are you doing?" Peter asked as the handcuffs were fastened tight around his wrists.

"I have to arrest you because at approximately 7:49 am you committed a kiss-and-run. Then, at approximately 8:15 am, you attempted to bribe an officer over the phone with curly fries. At approximately 3 pm you were discovered to be in possession of pants that should be and are illegal because dat ass.

"You're also violating your probe-ass-ation. As well as an order of restraint somewhat remedied by the handcuffs even though they aren't the fuzzy blue ones left on you earlier this morning. You're close to committing fell-on-knees and I can't have you in a jumpsuit when I'd much prefer you in a tuxedo. So..."

Peter had steadily grown a deep shade of red with every word out of the other man's mouth and his wolf was so close to the surface. He could break the cuffs and take his fiancé against the car, but this was so much better. He was right where he wanted to be. "I've sure been bad huh, officer? How can I fix this? Perhaps a cash or bond-age? I'd sure commit a fell-on-knees for you any day. Since we have the same insurance, maybe I could pay for my kiss-and-run with a bit of hands-job-on?

"The fries were an attempt to make sure my mate was satiated in one way until I could take him to bed and make sure he was satiated in every way. If the pants have caused me to offend, then by all means confiscate them sir. Just please don't arrest me, Officer Stilinski. I need to be in a tux claiming you as mine so you can have me under you, taking you deep and saying I do, I do, I fucking do."

Stiles leaned in close and purred. "Such a good boy. Well, I wasn't sure how this would go but I'm not disappointed." He pulled back, unlocked the cuffs and waited for Peter to turn around. His hands rested on his hips, his lips twisted in a satisfied smirk.

Peter tilted his head. "Is that all?"

Stiles smirked and tilted his head to the side. "Fix your taillight. That's why I pulled you over after all." He stepped closer and pulled Peter into a dirty, knee weakening, brain melting kiss. With a harsh nip on Peter's bottom lip, Stiles smiled and turned to head back to his squad car. When he pulled away, Peter still hadn't moved, and the wolf could practically taste the smugness radiating from his mate.

Peter stood there dazed and hard as a rock. He was so fucking turned on. It was a good thing they had cuffs at home because now Stiles just pulled a kiss-and-run. Peter was sure Stiles knew it too.