you are my destiny

you texted sammy on your drive home from work, the usual flirty little message that always gets him going, “missed you today officer, been thinking about that uniform all shift”. and sure enough, not even ten minutes later you spot the familiar flash of lights behind you on the quiet backroad.

he pulls up close, that big squad car rolling to a stop, and you can already see him stepping out with that slow, deliberate stride, belt creaking a little under the weight of his gear. sammy bryant still looks every bit the divorced dad who finally stopped pretending to be something he wasnt after tammi left. his shirt is tucked in but the fabric strains over his soft middle, that sweet tummy hanging just a little over his pants like it always does, making you bite your lip the second he leans down to your window.

"evenin ma’am," he drawls, voice low and warm, that southern sweetness dripping through even when he’s playing the part. "you were goin a bit fast back there. license and registration?"

you give him your best wide-eyed look, already unbuckling and shifting in your seat. "officer bryant please… i can’t afford another ticket. i’ll do anything, just don’t write me up."

his eyebrows lift, but there’s that little smirk tugging at his mouth, the one that says he’s already half-hard just from the game. he glances up and down the empty road, then back at you. "anything huh? step out the vehicle for me sweetheart."

you do, heart racing as he guides you toward the back of his squad car with a big warm hand on your lower back. the door opens and he hesitates for just a second, rubbing the back of his neck.

"baby… we really doin this right here? in the car? i’m still on shift technically, feel kinda exposed," he mutters, cheeks a little flushed as he tugs at his shirt self-consciously.

you turn into him, pressing your body close, sliding your hands up that soft belly and under the uniform shirt. "please sammy… i want you so bad. nobody’s out here, it’s just us. i’ll be quick and quiet, i promise.”

he groans softly, sweet and unsure, but you can feel him caving already. "you’re trouble… alright, get in the back. but you gotta be good for me okay?”

the two of you climb into the backseat, doors shutting with a heavy click. he sits first, legs spread as much as the cramped space allows, and you’re already climbing into his lap, pushing his shirt up so you can see that soft hanging tummy you love so much. his cock is thick and flushed, already out after you tugged his zipper down, heavy against his thigh.

"easy baby, easy," he murmurs, hands settling on your hips, thumbs stroking soft circles as you sink down onto him. "that’s it… just like that. feel how full you are? breathe through it for me."

you whimper as he stretches you open, his belly warm and plush against your front while you start to ride him slow and deep. sammy’s head falls back against the seat, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of your neck, pulling you in so he can kiss your throat.

"look at you… takin me so pretty in my own squad car. you’re squeezin me so tight sweetheart, fuck… keep goin just like that. nice and steady." his voice is all honey and gravel, sweet as ever even while his free hand grips your ass, helping guide your movements. "you feel incredible. always do. my good girl… my favorite little secret."

you rock harder, the car rocking just slightly with every roll of your hips, and he lets out a low chuckle mixed with a groan. "shhh, baby. you said you’d be quiet… but damn you’re ridin me so good i almost don’t care if someone hears."

his tummy presses warm and soft between you with every downward thrust, and he keeps talking you through it the whole time, sweet praises, little instructions, checking in like he always does.

"you close? yeah? c’mon then… let go for me. i got you. always got you."

you come hard around him, clenching tight, and sammy follows right after with a deep, shaky groan, arms wrapped around you, holding you close against his soft middle while he fills you up.

afterwards he just strokes your back, pressing lazy kisses to your temple, voice all warm and satisfied. "you’re gonna be the death of me one day.”

dadbf!pope who sneaks into your room late at night while your dad is sleeping down the hall :3

he’s always so careful, locking the door behind him before pulling you onto his lap on the edge of your bed. “missed my sweet girl all day,” he whispers against your lips, voice low and tender. his hands slide under your nightgown as he settles you over one of his thick thighs, guiding your bare pussy to rub against the denim.

“hump my thigh, baby… just like that,” he coos softly, helping you roll your hips in slow, needy movements. your slick coats his jeans while you bite your lip to stay quiet, the risk of getting caught making everything feel that much better. he watches you with dark, loving eyes, one hand cradling the back of your neck.

when your whimpers start slipping out too loud, he cups your cheek gently, then gives you a soft slap across the face, hooking his thumb into your mouth. the sharp sting makes your pussy flutter against him. “shhh, pretty girl,” he murmurs sweetly, immediately soothing the reddened skin with his soft kisses. “gotta be quiet for daddy. can’t let him hear how good i make ya feel, hm? shh.. shh.”

he holds you closer as you tremble and cum all over his thigh, whispering praises and pressing gentle kisses to your heated cheek while you ride out the waves.