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more bimbo!reader x freshly divorced!sammy bryant (smutty smut y'all)
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.
i am so fond of dominant, daddy, talk you through it jack obviously but i need a moment for my favourite out of practice, fumbling hands, a little sad jack...
the jack who IS outgoing and funny, he's confident and has no problem telling you the procedure you just did? badass. he's cool jack abbot but he's also jack abbot who hasn't thought about dating in years
widow jack who didn't go near a woman for so long after his wife's death (rip) nor did he want to, lost interest in that whole part of his life because it didn't matter anymore. threw himself into work, at the hospital or on swat shifts. anything to stay busy so there wasn't a quiet moment :(
the jack that has eyes for you but won't make a move, convinced you don't reciprocate his feelings. why would you?? he's older, sadder, sees himself as damaged goods. god you're down so bad and he doesn't even know it
the jack that's awkward sometimes, flirts with you then winces after that it was too much. so out of practice, just used to barking orders in the ED or asking you for updates on your patient at handover. so yeah, he's a little nervous asking about your weekend or what you like to do in your free time
the jack that's a little taken aback when you ask him to get a drink after work. he assumes you mean with the rest of the shift too but you assure him you'd rather it was just the two of you. he doesn't want to get too close or let your thighs touch in the booth. he pays for everything of course, elated to be sat beside you, listening to you laugh. he's shocked you want to know so much about him???
the jack who fucks you slow, fingers intertwined above your head, checking you're okay, how it feels. jack who's scared he'll cum at the first touch of your hand bc he's so worked up for you, hasn't slept with anyone in so long, hardly even touched himself. he moans deep and low, paying attention to every noise u make and the aftercare?? unmatched
the jack who's sadness and darkness doesn't just disappear because he meets you. sure you help, you're perfect for him, he ends up loving you, devoting himself to u but his baggage is still there. he'll still go up to the roof, maybe not as often but he has memories and trauma, his leg will always be gone and he'll worry you're throwing your life away for him. jack has a past!!! i want to hear about it !!!!
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waking up to andrew cody’s big, broad hands squeezing your hips and his face nuzzling your cunt over your panties. sleepily helping him pull them down so he can lap and suck at you to his heart’s content.
enjoying coffee on the beach, wearing one of his shirts, and still in a daze after he made you cum on his tongue. sitting quietly, listening to the waves, and soaking up the morning sun while you hold his hand.
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