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Guys this is the dumbest fucking headcanon ever but all I can think about is Trinity bringing over all her fidget toys (she is a tiktok shop victim after every difficult shift don't shame her) and she gives half of them to Andrew and makes him play fidget trading with her and he takes it so seriously it makes her absolutely piss her pants.
"I am offering this kneedo glitter baby." - "Decline." - "Andrew, no, you have to offer something!" - "I don't want it It's fucking creepy! Offer something else! I thought this is a free country?" - "Okay damn! I'll offer my Jumbo Cheese." - "Okay... I offer this green sparkly ball-" - "It's a dumpling." - "... with a face?" - "Yes with a face. The kids are fighting over these." - "Really?" Andrew just looks at the dumpling and then slaps on the 'add' button. "Then you gotta add. It's clearly valuable." And in all of this while he has to most monotone voice with the most neutral expression And it just absolutely FRIES Trinity everytime. He is just so funny to her.
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He’s always got those pair of sunglasses on that he bought the first day you got here. Thick black band hugging his chubby fingers as he fishes his wallet out at the fancy seafood restaurant you decided on for tonight.
Face framing curls sticking to the sides of his pretty face from the hot sun. Crooked teeth peeking through his lips as he smiles at you from across the table.
And ohh my god the sex is fucking crazy. He’s soo loud in that hotel room, your poor neighbors. You guys are going at it like bunnies! Either you’re riding him while he pounds up into you, holding you by the hips and slamming you down on him, or he’s got you beneath him, his head thrown back as he thrusts up into you.
You guys get random strangers to take photos of you, both sunburnt and smiling at the camera as you wave for people back home.
You’ll be laying down next to each other in the tanning chairs on the beach, his hand snaking over and running across your stomach, then up and cupping your breast over your bikini top making you laugh loudly and swat him away, in return he grabs your arm, pulling you on top him while he giggles, rubbing your warm back.
In the water you’re hanging onto his back as he floats, kissing his shoulder softly as you guys watch the sun reflect off the water. He’s whispering softly for just you two to hear, “I love you so much.” Grabbing your thighs, settling them against his sides.
Or you guys will be lazily laying in the hotel bed, after a day on the beach and a shower together you’re worn out so you order room service and watch your favorite movies under the fluffy white duvet.
I see Sammy being terrified of planes 😭. On the flight back home his heads glued to the headrest, eyes squeezed shut and hand clenching yours borderline painfully. He’s breathing through his nose shakily as you giggle, videoing him with your free hand. He’s whispering softly peeks one eye open and huffs a laugh, swatting your phone away.
precious lane (@romantic-insomniac) and I were talking about jack abbot as fitz from scandal and I had to write about it…so here it is!! :3
Coming into his office while he’s on the phone and crawling into his lap as he leans back, his body subconsciously welcoming you. Nuzzling your face into his neck, kissing it as his big unoccupied hand slides down your side, settling right at the curve of your back.
He’ll start twirling your hair in his fingers as he speaks, muttering answers back into the line as your finger wraps around his tie, pulling it down to give you more access to his neck. His scruff tickling your cheek as you kiss his skin, making you giggle and him smile, rubbing his chin down further onto your face playfully.
You giggle, pulling back and cupping his face into your hands while you pout. He rolls his eyes and smirks before he grunts into the phone, “Hey, something just came across my desk I’ve gotta get this sorted out as soon as possible. I’m going to have to call you back.” He says, looking you right in the eye. You smile, biting your bottom lip.
He slams the phone down and is lifting you before you can ask what’s wrong, sitting you down on his large wooden desk, hands squeezing into your hips as he presses his forehead to yours. “Think that’s funny?”, he kisses your cheek then your lips, “Coming in here, getting me all worked up while I’m taking an important call?” He growls, lips moving down to kiss on your neck.
You hum, head falling back onto your shoulders to give him more of you. “Haven’t seen you all day,” you pout, hands moving to his shoulders, “missed you.” You shrug and smile as he pulls back.
He’s shoving your legs apart with one of his, standing between them and tugging you closer so your hips slam against his, you can feel his bulge under his pants. “You did this.” He leans in, whispering into your ear softly, “You’re gonna fix it so I can get back to work.” He bites your earlobe, pushing your dress up on your hips, big thick fingers tugging down your panties as you gasp.
You hum eagerly, one arm wrapping around his neck, the other behind you stabilizing you. Jack smiles into your mouth, middle finger parting your sticky folds as you gasp into his lips. You feel his other hand leave your body and start undoing his belt.
He drops to his knees quickly making you gasp, hands flying down to his hair. He’s got his mouth on you in a second. Spitting into your cunt, fully pulling off your panties and letting them fall to the floor. He growls, hands landing on your outer thighs with a slap. He’s sucking your clit between his lips, flicking his tongue against you. You wrap your legs around his head, back arching into him.
He works you with his mouth a couple minutes before he’s standing, pushing his pants down so his hard cock springs up against his lower stomach. The white buttons of his shirt pressing against his soft belly as his forehead drops to yours again, taking his dick in his hands and slapping it against your wetness a couple times before he’s pushing the head in slowly.
You gasp one arm wrapping around his shoulders again, other stiff behind you to hold you up. He pushes in slowly, inch by inch as he controls his breathing shakily through his nose, forehead still resting against yours. He starts moving, thrusting into you and burying his face into your shoulder.
He starts really slamming into you, grunting at every thrust, things are clattering off the desk, drawers slamming shut as he moves into you. You’re moaning against his shoulder, biting down into the white fabric. “Yeah c’mon baby you got it.” He grunts, nodding. “Doing so good.” He whispers warmly into your ear, hand squeezing up your thigh.
A string of “Oh god Jack, fuck yeah don’t stop.” Floats from your pretty lips, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his plump bare ass cheeks. He grunts, breathing against your neck. “M’ gonna come.” He nods, connecting your lips together filthily, spit sliding down your chin. You nod, clenching around him and your back arching, pressing your front to his as he slams into you a couple more times with rough grunts.
You feel him spill into you, dropping his head to your shoulder and breathing shakily. Your arm drops from his body, pulling to rest back behind you as you pant, chest heaving. He pulls back and out of you, “You okay?” He whispers through breathes, brushing some hair out of your face as you nod. “Yeah, I’m okay.” You smile, biting your bottom lip.
He nods, kissing you softly before grabbing your panties off the floor and sliding them back up your legs, tugging your dress back down gently. You watch him pull his pants back up as you hop off his desk, smoothing your dress and fixing your hair. He smiles, plopping back down into the chair, eyes trained on you.
“I really do gotta call him back.” He pouts dramatically, grabbing your hands and pulling you so you’ll stand between his legs. “I’ll see you tonight?” He asks softly looking up at you, thumbing your palms. You nod, smiling “‘course.” He blows you a kiss before you turn, giving you a solid smack on the ass before you’re disappearing out the large doors. Jack blowing out a breath and falling back into his chair, chuckling and shaking his head before he’s grabbing the phone again, dialing the number.
i love ur baby daddy pope can you please please please do a baby daddy sammy bryant who constantly flirts with reader at drop offs and begs her to get back with him
i think baby daddy!sammy is toxic and sleeeeeeazy
you would pull up to the station, your usual and neutral meeting spot to drop your son off to sammy whenever it was his weekend. the reason you divorced in the first place was a mix of things. your schedules never aligning, constant bickering, never being able to agree. you were the one to file for divorce, sammy begging and pleading you not lot leave but after months, he finally relented and signed the papers. he never stopped trying to get back with you though.
it was 10 minutes since you had pulled up, a sigh leaving your lips at his usual lateness. you had plans with your friends that evening, planning to go out to the bars and drink till you couldn't stand. the dress you wore was one you had bought after your divorce, deciding to do something for yourself for once instead of trying to please sammy all the time. you had started working out more, dressing a little more revealing, and going out more when you didn't have your son. your top priority was always him though, making sure he was happy whenever he was at your house. "you excited to stay with daddy this weekend?" you spoke, turning back in your seat to your son who was 4 now. all he did was nod, the toys in his hands keeping him distracted.
you were snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of a door closing, sammy making his way outside with a smirk on his face at the sight of you. he had changed quite a bit too since your divorce. he was fitter than ever, having lost a lot of his weight, cockier than ever, and loved to push your buttons ten times more. you only glanced at him before you were climbing out of the car, going to the backseat to unbuckle your son. what you didn't see was his smirk drop and eyebrows furrow together at your outfit. "daddy!" your son called as he ran to sammy, hugging onto his legs tightly. sammy was quick to lift your son up, pressing a kiss to his head. "hi buddy, you have a good time with mommy?" he hummed to the boy, smiling to his son before his attention was turned to you, watching you bend over in the backseat to grab his bag of clothes.
you leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your son's cheek, shoving the bag into sammy's free arm. his cologne was strong, the same one he wore when you were married. the same one you were so addicted to. "say bye to mommy and head inside, i have to talk to her," sammy spoke, your son reaching to hug you tight before he was wriggling out of his father's arms and running to the door of the police station. you were already turning around to get back into the driver's seat, sammy's hand slamming against the door to keep you from opening it. "got plans or something?" he mumbled, an irritated sigh as leaving your lips as you turned to face him.
his eyes looked you up and down slowly, his teeth clenching at the sight of your cleavage popping out. "yes. now let me go, sammy," you mumbled, trying to push his arm from the door but he was quick to grab your wrist. "where you going? especially wearing this?" he mumbled, his fingertip moving to run against the top of the dress where it rested on your tits. you couldn't help but swallow hard, goosebumps popping up all over your body that had him smirking. "out with my friends. now if you'll excuse me i am going to be late because someone can never seem to be on time," you murmured, trying to free your wrist from his tight grip.
that only made him hold tighter, pulling you close so your bodies were pressed together. "don't be like that, baby," he hummed, hands moving to rest on your hips as he looked down at you. "could skip your plans and come over for dinner? lil family night," he suggested as he leaned down to your ear, pressing a small kiss to it. you hated the effect he still managed to have on you after all this time. curse him and his smooth talking and his sexy face. "not happening, it's amanda's birthday," you mumbled, hands moving to his police vest to try to push him back but he didn't budge, his hands only squeezing at your hips. "just come over after then. he'll be asleep. just wanna see what you have on under this," he continued to press soft kisses to your ear, knowing it was your weak spot.
you couldn't stop your thighs from clenching together, the sight of it making the evil smile on his face grow. "you're a pig," you mumbled, shoving him back before climbing into the driver's seat. he was quick to move between the door, not allowing you to shut it. he leaned across you to buckle your seat belt for you, pressing a small kiss to your cleavage. "you have my number, sweetheart. call me when you're all done tonight," he spoke, shooting a quick wink at you before he was shutting the door behind him.
and of fucking course you called him in your drunken state that night. who else was going to take care of you when you were this far gone?
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summary: your boyfriend sammy has no reason to feel insecure about his his weight, so you prove to him that you love the way he looks with some naked reassurance.
cw: MDNI !!!! chubby!sammy bryant, afab!reader, nicknames 'baby' & 'sweetheart', established relationship, talks of weight insecurity/weight loss app, unprotected p i v, creampie <3 wc: 1.3 k
a/n: repost because once this was once taken down by you know who... based on an ask from an anon! to my moots who got to read this already, here it is again teehee <3
sammy always got home later than you did. most times you'd be in bed asleep when when your boyfriend snuck into your shared bedroom after eating one of the home cooked meals you left in the fridge for him.
so it was normal for you to be half asleep by the time sammy quietly pressed a kiss to your forehead, set his things on the night stand, then went to take a shower. it was not normal however, for there to be a weight loss app notification pop up on his phone when you peeked at it to check the time.
your heart sank. when did he download this? there was no reason to. you loved sammy's body, he didn't need to lose any weight. what he looked like now was what attracted you to him in the first place.
you were fully awake, pouting and confused when sammy walked out of the bathroom. fully dressed in sweats and a t-shirt of course, because in the 5 months you'd been dating, he had never changed in front of you once. he also liked to keep his shirt on during sex and the lights off, having you face away from him or be on top.
"sammy, whats this?" you held the phone out to him, notification lit up brightly on the screen as he padded over to the bed. even in the dark room, you see sammy's plump cheeks go splotchy with pink.
he snatches back the phone and drops it on the wooden table, keeping distance between you as he stands next to your side of the bed, "nothing baby its just..." he scratches the back of his neck and sighs, "the guys at work were y'know.. makin' comments and stuff about, uh, my weight."
you balk and shoot up onto your knees, utterly offended. "what?! that's awful sammy!" he stuffs his hands in his pockets when you shuffle over to him and rub at his shoulders. he sounds so defeated that you want to cry, "no they're right sweetheart. i gotta do somethin' about it."
you bring your hands to his caress his chest, knowing that he won't let you go any lower towards the belly pudge that he never lets you feel in missionary. "you don't need to change anything about you sammy. i love the way you look." he scrunches his freckled face in disbelief, cringing as if you'd said the exact opposite. " 's alright baby, you don't have'ta lie." you huff when he grabs your hands, stopping their descent to his soft belly.
"i'm not lying." deciding words wont work, you shift on your knees, leaning forward to press kisses to his neck. you feel yourself get needy even just having him in the same room as you."i love your body sammy." his breath hitches at your words and warm lips that trail to his round jaw.
"i love you under me, i love you against me, and i love you inside of me." he lets out a broken sort of sound when he drops your hands. you push past the ache of sadness in your chest when you run your hands along his stomach and you feel him suck in.
you peck at his chubby cheeks then his lips, trying to pour all the want you feel for him into the kiss. you break away with a heavy breath to reassure him. "i love your body sammy... it gets me so wet." his eyed widen, fingers tightening at your side. "y-yeah?" you nod as you grab his meaty hand, moving it to cup the center of your dampened panties. "feel."
sammy groans when he runs his swollen fingers along where you're dripping for him. "jesus baby, y-youre soaked." you nod again and kiss at his face, "all for you sammy. for all of you." he whines before surging forward, catching your lips in his and falling on top of you onto your bed.
instantly your legs circle his thick waist, you gasp when you feel his heavy erection rub your aching cunt. he grinds his hips into yours as you whimper, both of you pawing at each others bottoms to try to shove them aside.
once your panties and top have been discarded, your hands grip the bottom of sammy's t-shirt. he freezes mid kiss on your breast as you start to pull, he reaches to tug the fabric back down before you've even gotten to his belly button. "baby- i don't-" "please sammy." you whine, rolling your hips against his boxers that you've left a wet patch on. "wanna see you. please."
he buries his face into your neck, curls tickling your cheek as he places a weak kiss to your collarbone before whispering. "o-okay. you can take it off." you hum contently as he loosely lifts up his arms for you to pull his shirt off as he kicks off his boxers.
you don't bother holding back the loud moan that sounds from you when you feel his round stomach press against yours. you loved how intimate it felt, the warm curve of his belly fitting like a puzzle piece on top of yours. "feels so good sammy." you whimper onto his lips, and he doesn't know if you're talking about him being completely naked for the first time, or his fat cock pushing into you.
in reality, it's both that have you panting like a dog in heat, running your hands all over the exposed freckled skin of his back and stomach while whining and hiccuping about his length stretching you out enough to brim tears in your eyes.
you're already embarrassingly close just from feeling his soft body bare on yours and the position that he finally allows you to stay in. your legs are wrapped boa constrictor tight around his waist, crying out when he grinds as deep as he can and you feel his coarse pubes rub against your sensitive clit.
you babble as he kisses at your throat, his thrusting turning animalistic. "sammy- feels so good- so good! oh god-!" each moan of yours has your boyfriend feeling more confident, in a matter of minutes he's pulling back to gaze down at you, letting you see his blushy chubby cheeks and the bouncing of his cushy chest instead of hiding in the crook of your neck to make himself seem smaller.
your unfocused eyes catch on his tummy and you whimper, clenching around him in a way that has his hips stuttering. you claw at the pudge, trying to bring him back to press himself against you to feel the proof that you treat him well enough for him to physically wear it.
"does- fuck- does that feel nice sweetheart?" he asks nervously even though you've been screaming about it this entire time. you're soo close, gut twisting in pleasure as you kiss whatever part of him is closest, licking the words onto his thick, sweaty neck, "yes- feels s'good! love y-your body sammy. loveyouloveyou!" he curses as he pushes your legs back until your knees hit your chest and his cock drives even deeper.
you're coming instantly when the head of him hits a soft spot that makes you choke on air, moaning praises and his name until sammy's right there with you, groaning and squeezing his hazel eyes shut tight. both of you shudder and pant iloveyou's against each others lips as you're filled until he's dripping out of you.
once his thrusts slow to a stop, his hefty frame collapses on top of you with one final whimper of your name. you stay lying there for a while, wrapped in each other and lazily running your hands on the warm skin you're entangled in.
sammy moves to withdraw his softening cock and you whine, tightening your ankles at his back. you grip his curls and force him to meet your eyes, pouting through your voice thats hoarse from moaning his name, "i don't want you to lose weight."
he huffs a laugh, surprised you even remembered how this all started. sammy nods and places a soft kiss to your lips, "if you let me pull out and get you some water, i'll delete the app right now then we can go again baby."
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sammy thought this was some perverted wet dream he was in. you had led him straight to your couch, the sight of him against the cheetah print cushions looking absolutely absurd. the sheerness of your nightgown left little to the imagination, he could see your nipples and the barely there pink thong laying across your cunt. but it wasn't a wet dream. you were actually sitting right next to him. "how was work? hope i didn't disrupt your night by inviting you over," you hummed, finger tips running across his shoulder gently. you were sat with your legs tucked under you, your knees brushing against sammy's thighs. he was sat stiff as a board, like he was scared to even move.
"it was fine. you didn't disrupt," he spoke, clearing his throat a little. he wasn't even looking at you, his eyes just scanning across the room at the amount of stuff you had. "lot of pink," he mumbled, finally turning his head to look at you. he couldn't help but glance down at your chest, eyes immediately snapping back up to your face as you giggled. "you don't like it?" you spoke as you put on a fake pout, your hand moving his shoulder to fall into your lap. his hand shot to rest on yours before he even realized what he was doing, worried he had upset you. "no! no i like it. it's nice. fits you," he blabbered out immediately, eyes slightly wide and cheeks flushed. so stupid.
"wanna see my room? it's even more pink," you spoke, biting back the smirk as you grabbed onto his hand. he swallowed hard, contemplating for not even a second before nodding. you couldn't help the giddiness that ran through you as you pulled him to stand, leading him to your room. his eyes went slightly wide at the sight of it. yeah this definitely looked like a room he's seen in a porn before. the walls were a hot pink that made his eyes hurt, the bed large and fluffy, covered with decorative pillows and animals. what really got him though was your closet, filled to the brim with shoes, purses, and clothes that looked like they covered nothing. "what do you think?" you spoke softly, still holding his large hand in yours as he looked around the room.
he couldn't even form a sentence as he looked around, his eyes landing on something sticking out from under your bed. a fucking dildo. his cheeks burned when he realized how hard he was, belt becoming uncomfortably tight. all you could do was giggle again, leading him before pushing him so he was sat on the edge of your bed, you stood in front of him. "anyone ever told you how handsome you are, sammy?" you spoke softly, your knee moving to nudge his thick thighs apart so you could stand between them, your hands coming to rub over his chest. his hands stayed at his sides, worried that if he touched you you would stop whatever the hell it was that you were doing. "not in a while," he chuckled nervously, chewing at the inside of his cheek. you put that pout on your lips again that only made him strain more against his slacks. a chill ran down his spine as you leaned forward to brush your lips against his ear, sammy getting a straight view right down your night gown.
"such a shame. should be told that every day," your whisper in his ear had him shuttering, his hand moving to adjust his dick in pants. you enjoyed how flustered he was, one hand staying on his dick while the other remained at his side. you grabbed the hand that was adjusting himself, bringing it to rest on your hip. "can i show you how handsome i think you are? deserve to be treated," you hummed into his ear, lips moving to press soft wet kisses to his pudgy cheek. he couldn't help the slight groan that left his throat at the feeling of your lips, his head nodding quickly. "i- yes. please," he groaned out, a wicked smile forming on his lips.
that's all you needed to hear before you were grabbing his face, pressing your lips roughly to his. both of his hands were on you now, holding your hips tightly to bring your body as close as possible to his. he couldn't stop his hips from rolling up, trying to find relief somewhere. so desperate. his hands moved slowly from your hips to your ass, just resting there like he was scared to squeeze. as soon as he felt you push back against his hands, he was squeezing as tight as possible, a small moan falling from your lips. he didn't think this was real. why the fuck were doing this? you slowly pulled back, the taste of your lip gloss on his lips almost enough to make him cum in his pants.
your lips left a trail of wet kisses from his cheek and down his neck, before you were slowly sinking to your knees between his legs. he shook his head, hand going to pull you up but you were quick to slap his hand away as you began to fumble with his belt. "you don't have to do that," he stuttered, blinking over and over at the sight of you finally unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. you smiled innocently up at him, tapping his thigh for him to stand up. "i want to. want to taste your dick so bad," you whined, watching as he stood with shaky legs. he hesitated for a moment, not sure what to do. but you were too quick. you yanked his pants and boxers down in one so they were now at his mid thigh, his dick springing up close enough to hit you in the face.
"knew you were fucking big," you moaned, a satisfied smirk on your face as you took his cock into your hands. you noticed the small smile on his lip, quickly replaced with his mouth opening from the soft kisses you left up and down his shaft. he didn't even have time to think before you were fully taking him in your mouth, his head immediately throwing back. you couldn't take your eyes off of him as you took him all the way down your throat, a slight gag stopping you but you pushed through. your long fingernails immediately held onto his thighs, digging into them so deep it was sure to leave marks. you batted your eyelashes as he finally looked back down, mouth still open as groans escaped.
"jesus christ," he hissed, hips involuntarily bucking into your throat causing your eyes to water. you pulled off with a pop, tongue sticking out to take a small lick to the tip. "fuck my throat," you smiled up at him, one hand moving to pump him up and down. he raised an eyebrow at you, not sure if you were being serious or not. you were sick. another obscene groan left his throat as you put your mouth back on him, sammy's hands flying to hold onto your hair. she asked you to do it, do it. he started slow first, his hips pushing and pulling his cock from your throat at a steady pace. the sight of you on your knees with tears running down your face only pushed him further. before he realized it, he was fully fucking your face, the sound of your gags and his moans filling the room.
"fuck i'm going to cum," he mumbled, rather quickly but he didn't care. you looked way too good for him to last any longer. he couldn't take his eyes off you as his hips continued to snap against your face, a tight grip on your hair as he came down your throat. sammy slowly pulled his cock from your mouth, chest heaving up and down as he watched the spit and some of his cum leave a trail from his tip to your mouth. "taste so good," you hummed out, voice slightly hoarse from his brutal assault on your throat. he couldn't even speak, trying to catch his breath as you stood up now. "did i do good, sammy?" you spoke with an innocent smile, batting your eyelashes at him. he swallowed hard, his hand moving to wipe some sweat from his forehead. "so good," he spoke, although it almost came out as a fucking whimper. you were going to be the death of him.
Jack making this face when you've had a bad day and gone nonverbal and he's all soft and sweet on you, running a big hand up and down your thigh comfortingly as he says "tell me whats wrong, baby," pressing soft kisses to the curve of your jaw and the plush of your cheeks, "c'mon, tell daddy whats wrong so he can help you." And when he finally gets you to make a little noise its when he's between your plush thighs, licking flat warm stripes up the sopping folds of your pussy, mumbling into your heat "there she is," when you give a little cry and weave your fingers through his silver curls.
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follow up of this ask. i love sammy bryant so bad i want to torture him.
sammy still thought some sort of cruel joke was being played on him when he got off of work that evening. why would a girl like you give him your number? he was awkward, chubby, quiet. you were fit, loud, bubbly. you could've picked any officer in that station, why him? he stared at the piece of paper you wrote your name and number on like it was an ancient relic he had just discovered, like it was the most amazing thing he had ever seen in his life. he couldn't get the picture of you out of his head. your sweet voice. the gum smacking in your mouth with each chomp. your tits basically flowing out of your top. he didn't even realized he had typed your number into his phone before it was ringing through, a shaky hand moving to hold the phone up to his ear.
"helloo?" you questioned into the phone, sat on your balcony as you painted your nails. you always were one to answer unrecognized numbers. it excited you. "y/n?" sammy hesitated to speak, loosening his tie a little bit. you couldn't help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach at the sound of his voice. "is this sammy?' you cooed, setting your nail polish down to fan at your toenails. you could hear the hard swallow he did through the phone, a wide grin spreading across your lips. "got so scared, sammy. was worried you weren't going to call me back," your voice came out as a whine, the sound having sammy chubbed up immediately in his slacks. "i-uhh.. i got busy with work. sorry," he spoke, hand immediately going to just his half hard dick in his pants.
it was quiet for a moment, before a small giggle left your lips. "so you called. does that mean you want to come over? yknow for the report," you hummed, chewing on your bottom lip as you immediately stood. you had zero plan to tell him what happened. you just wanted to see how far he'd let you go. it was like you could hear him fighting with himself in his mind over whether or not he was actually going to come. you felt a slight bit of guilt trying to coax the freshly divorced officer to your help. you only wanted to take his mind off of things. "i'm going to take your silence as a yes. i'll text you my address. see you soon sammy," you spoke quickly, a little giggle leaving your lips. "wait i-," he started but was immediately cut off to the sound of the phone call dropping, his head immediately throwing back against the couch.
poor oblivious man thought he really was coming over to take a report from you. he didn't even change out of his work clothes, his tie laying loose around his neck as he drove to the address you sent him. his head was spilling with hundreds of thoughts. why was he doing this? why didn't you just make the report at the station? what color panties were you wearing? he hadn't realized he was already there, parked outside of the apartment. what he didn't see was you peeking out of the curtain, a slick smile on your lips as you moved back at the sight of him walking up to the door. you did a once over of yourself in the mirror, a satisfied smirk on your face as the doorbell rang.
sammy felt like all the wind was knocked out of his lungs as the front door to your apartment swung open to reveal you standing there. a baby pink nightgown was the only thing covering you. covering used lightly. he could see your nipples straight through your night gown, the bottom hem just falling below your cunt. the room was filled with pink, and glitter, and diamonds. "hi sammy," you cooed sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him as he stood speechless. your small manicured hand wrapped around his much larger one, pulling him inside before slamming the door shut. he swears he's watched a porno that started just like this.
