half-cocked & deadly

It was hot. Grueling even. The weight of your bag growing heavier on your forearm by the second. The LAPD was no place you wanted to ever be on purpose, especially without your boyfriend, but in an unusual turn of events you were waiting for him. For the first time ever. Sammy is no stranger to your strenuous routine, makeup and skin care, don’t even get him started on your showers. God. The sheer amount of products he had falling over on him in the shower was enough to put up those cute little shelves he bought you. But now it's Sammy that's taking his dear sweet time. Your bracelets jingled as you adjusted your bag for what seemed like the hundredth time. “I’m tellin’ you man, this woman is giving me a run for my money.” You heard Ben’s voice echo down the hall as both him and sammy rounded the corner. “Yeah? She’s old enough to be your mother Sherman.” Sammy rolled his eyes before they locked onto you. Standing there, arms crossed, the saddest frown plastered onto your face. “Samuel.” He went slack at your words, dropping his duffel beside you to grab your waist. “Baby I’m sorry it was so busy today.” Uncrossing your arms at his words, hugging him. “We were supposed to get lunch today Sammy.” You pouted and he kissed your cheek. “C’mon we’ll go get dinner now sweetheart, it's okay.” You nodded at his words and started to head out the door, stopping in your tracks as you turned to a puppylike Ben Sherman, standing there waiting for his invitation. “Ugh just come on before I change my mind.” He perked up immediately at the invite, following closely behind you two as Sammy just laughed.

The restaurant was casual, couples, families, and friendly gatherings littered the nearing tables. Opting for a booth, you squeezed in right beside Sammy whilst Ben sat in front of you two. “God, you are actually three years old.” You sighed looking at Ben scrolling on his phone, “Sammy it’s like we have a child.”. You didn’t actually hate Ben, not by a long shot, but he definitely gets on your nerves. “Just look at this though.” He muttered, flipping his phone to show you a tiktok he had pulled up. It was a husband and wife, the husband being a police officer. “It’s something right now, the girlfriends and wives try to outrun the cops they’re with.” Sammy laughed and scoffed at the idea, meanwhile a light was just turned on in your head. “I could totally out run you.” You murmured almost under your breath as you finished watching the video. Sammy shook his head turning to you, “Not a chance in hell. Sweetheart I chase down gang bangers and dealers for a living.” Ben just sat there laughing at the faux argument playing out in front of him. “We’ll see.” It was the last thing that left your mouth that whole dinner. Letting Sammy tire himself out talking about sports, and work, and whatever else him and Ben could muster up.

That’s how you ended up here. Unbuckling your kitten heels and throwing them down at the door as you and Sammy entered your shared home. “You’ve got a five second headstart, then your ass is mine baby..” He said cockily. Excitement bubbled up in your chest as you took off down the hall and past the kitchen. Heart pounding in your ears as you rounded corners and took shortcuts to confuse him. You didn’t think you’d enjoy this as much as you did, but as soon as you took off you felt the heat seep through your skin. “Where are you sweetheart? Don’t hide from me, baby.” Sammy’s voice echoed as you pressed your back against the wall, chest heaving as you tried to stay quiet. Richter found you in an instant, barked and settled at your feet. “No no! Shoo! You’re gonna give me up!” You whisper yelled at the k9. Trying to get away from the dog, you walked backwards, right into a hard and sturdy chest. Sammy’s arms were around you before you could even decipher him from the wall. “Wait, that's not fair! You used him!” You flailed against him as he threw you over his shoulder. You kicked and squirmed as he carried you to the bedroom, muttering a ‘traitor’ to richter on the way.

Your body was flush against the bed as Sammy stood at the edge. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can, and will be used against you in the court of law baby.. and tonight? I'm the judge.” He half-improved the Miranda rights.The cool metal of the cuffs slinked! against your wrists, pinning your arms behind your back. “Sammy!” you giggled as he pressed into you, dick straining against the confines of his uniform pants. “Oh don’t be so coy honey, you knew what would happen.” He teased, pulling off your jean shorts, flipping you over as you squealed in excitement. You tugged at the metal bounding your wrists to no avail, Sammy grinning wide as he pressed a finger to the wet patch of your now see-through underwear. “You’re a mess babygirl.” He cooed. “Sammy…stop teasin’” you whined, writhing underneath him as he made a show unbuttoning his uniform shirt. “So pretty when you’re beggin’ for me.” He smiled, unzipping his pants. His cock sprung and hit the bottom of his undershirt that rode up on his tummy. “I need you—I can’t-“ you stuttered out, all of the excitement and need coursing through your body in the form of white hot heat. Your body ached for him. “Shh..” Sammy soothed you, brushing a tear from your face.

Sammy’s hands smoothed the marks the cuffs made against your skin, uncuffing you as soon as he sunk in, needing to feel your hands on him. “Sammy! Oh—god..” You screamed, nails digging crescent moons into his freckled biceps. “So good for me..” He grunted, arms caging you in, heat rolling off his skin with each thrust. “comingcoming-“ you whimpered under his hold as the band in your lower tummy snapped and pleasure took over your body. “Almost there babygirl, you’re doing so good.” Sammy muttered breathlessly in your ear as his thrusts grew sloppier with each one. “Perfect Sammy, so good.” You whimpered, hands tangled in the short curls at the base of his next, pulling just right and-