ALEX TURNER IMAGINES

Police Trouble (Drabble)

warnings: smut

so let's say you get into trouble. you don't mean to, of course, you are just very very drunk, so are your friends, and you decide to play around a little.

you are out and about because you've ran out of booze (and money). someone suggested trying to nick a bottle of vodka from the corner shop, and your drunken mouth bragged about once having stolen something from a shop a couple years back. so you're suddenly the designated thief. your friends are cheering you on and you finally muster the courage to do it.

it goes wrong. of course it does, silly.

there are cameras and the employee on duty literally sees you do it, catches you red-handed. and because you're slurring your words and swaying a little from side to side, they call the cops on you. fuck.

you're whining and begging them to let it go, but your complaints die on your tongue when you see the police officer that steps into the shop.

jesus fucking christ.

on his vest it says 'TURNER' and you bet he's turning heads. he's gorgeous. tall, dark hair, deep brown eyes, big hands, pretty face.

you don't realise you're staring, and officer turner gives you a look that holds amusement. he chats with the employee and listens carefully, then he turns to you. he eyes you up (at least that's what your drunkenness tells you) and asks for your side of the story. being drunk and infatuated is a dangerous combination, and you can't seem to get the words out.

"I think it's best of I took you to the station."

"what, in a police car?"

"yes, miss. in a police car." he's fucking mocking you. and you love it.

your friends watch in awe when he accompanies you to his car that's parked outside. you try to wave them off, pointing at officer turner behind his back and making silly gestures like sexually sticking your tongue out and pretending to kiss him. they all giggle, not actually worried about you at all.

when you sit in the back of the police car and he gets in the front, you have to ask,

"is this really neccesary?" only to pretend you're not actually enjoying having him to yourself.

"yes, miss. i need to take your statement. and you need to sober up."

"it was just a bottle of vodka."

he chuckles at that, "why'd you do it?"

"was feeling bold, I guess," you mutter, looking away from his eyes through the rearview mirror.

you get to the station and it's almost abandoned, it's nearly midnight, after all. officer turner asks you to have a seat at his desk across from him and offers you tea. you decline.

he takes down your details and shit and asks you to repeat the story from the shop. bored, you tell him.

the remnants of the booze in your system equip you with confidence, though.

"how old are you?" you then ask him.

he looks up from his paper and raises one eyebrow, "29."

"girlfriend?"

he chuckles and puts his pen down, leaning back in his seat. there's a moment of silence where you just look at each other.

"nah," you quip, "bet you're a ladies' man. one for each night, never inviting a woman over twice."

"what makes you think that?" he almost looks offended.

you smirk, "just a gut feeling."

you see his gaze shift from your eyes to your chest, briefly, subtly, yet you see it.

feeling self-confident as fuck, you stand up from your chair and walk around his desk, sitting on the edge, close to him.

"tell me, officer turner," you make a pause, "sir."

you can see the cogs turning in his head. he's hooked. he just needs another nudge in the right direction.

no idea where this comes from, you get up and kneel on the floor between his legs. he looks down on you through his lashes, biting his lip. the uniform looks fucking hot on him, but you wonder what's underneath. you bet he's shredded.

he lets you slide your hands up his legs and open his belt. he's already half hard which has you grinning and biting your lip.

"don't tease me, love, or i'm gonna have to handcuff you."

oh?

"what if I want that?"

he grabs your hair and pulls your head back a little so he can reach into his trousers and grab his cock. once it's out, you gasp. it's fucking huge and angry, precum is leaking from his slit. you want to tease him more and lick it off, but he demands you to open your mouth, and you oblige. he guides your mouth onto him and you take him happily, swirling and sucking and drooling all over his lap.

"fuck," he groans, "such a perfect mouth, love."

it goes on for a while, you're gaging around him because he's big and you struggle to take him fully.

officer turner then pulls your head back. you look at him, he looks so pretty. his mouth hangs slack, and he's panting heavily.

"get up," he instructs and harshly pushes all the stuff off his desk before easing you onto it. you're happy you're wearing a skirt, it makes it easier for him to slide his hand underneath it and feel how wet you are.

his fingers enter you and you moan, which he silences with a sloppy kiss. he can't have you drawing any attention to the both of you. once he's certain you'll be quiet, he leans in and whispers in your ear,

"what a little slut you are. stealing booze and then making a fucking mess on my desk. tell me, do you even deserve my cock in your tight wet cunt?"

"please" you're only able to beg. it's interesting how quickly the situation shifted. one minute you're teasing him in his workplace, next you're begging for his cock.

"please, who?"

"please, officer."

he grunts low in his throat and grabs his wallet with his free hand that's not buried knuckles deep in your pussy. he fumbles to fetch a condom and only then he withdraws his hand. you gasp at the sudden emptiness, but he's quick to roll the condom over his throbbing cock and before you know it his tip nudges your entrance.

"and remember," he tuts, "stay quiet."

you suppose it'll be quite challenge, and you're not wrong.

when he enters you, you want to scream. but instead, your eyes roll back into your head and you bite his shoulder. he hisses, but pulls you closer.

he fucks you hard and fast. the desk underneath you shakes and creaks with every thrust. not knowing where to put your hands, you wrap them around his shoulders to steady yourself.

"good girl," he praises, "what a good little slut you are."

his filthy words ring in your ears when he pounds into you harder. you just need a little more, so you slide your hand between your bodies to rub your clit.

"that's it, cum for me," he grins.

your hand quickens, you're almost there, and when officer turner buries his head in the crook of your neck and you feel his unsteady breath against your skin, you can't hold it anymore. you cum hard around him, writhing and whining into his shoulder. he follows suit, bursting into the condom with a drawn-out groan into your neck.

once you try to hop off the desk, your knees give in. he steadies you and asks if you're okay, which you affirm with a slack nod.

"so," you begin, holding up the paper he had filled out about your misbehaviour, "what if this magically disappeared?"

the officer chuckles, "what do i get in return?"

"how about you get to cum in my mouth next time?" your confidence is back.

he nods, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip, "would also like to ruin that pretty doll's face with my cum. what do you say?"

"well, you make the rules. you're police, after all."