Disorderly Conduct - Sheriff Brackett x Reader [Smut]
Synopsis: You go visit the Sheriff at work to see if you can have a little fun. Then, an unexpected visitor forces you to improvise.
@chari-koopa
It was one of those days.
Most days at work were alright-- Sheriff Brackett liked to think he did an on-par job taking care of Haddonfield and all its good citizens. Of course, today was one of those "fuddle days," as he called them. Everything was sticky and hot, as things got in early July, and Mrs. Bedford had called him all the way to Sicamore Road across town to settle a dispute with her neighbor over their gardening line. (He supposed it was for the best-- it had escalated to bearing arms by the time he got there.)
Now he was looking forward to settling in with his sticky bun in the office until someone else decided they needed him.
"Sheriff?" Brackett looks up, clouds in his mind parting.
"Hm?"
"You've got a... visitor."
The fact that the officer was on the verge of a smirk should have tipped Brackett off, but one thing he was not was observant. Who could it be now, come along to bother him?! Maybe Jed from Strawberry Lane, come to complain about Mr. Adler’s golden retriever fucking up his lawn again. God forbid he have an actual issue to deal with as Sheriff, instead of riding around the streets in a god damn fur cap looking like Davy Crockett.
He headed right into his office, taking off said hat and sunglasses...
"Christ almighty!"
You smile up at the sheriff as he shuts the door quickly, checking out the frosted glass to see if anyone else saw you.
"Calm down. Nobody saw me but deputy hoo-hah in there. Shouldn't there be some more cops on duty? This is a station, right?"
"What are you doing out lookin' like that?!" Brackett blurts, cheeks reddening. You bite your lip, squishing your tits together a little more. You love making him squirm, and the remodeling of your school outfit did just that.
"I thought I'd come say hi."
"And what've you done to your uniform?" he sighs, swallowing as his eyes come to rest on your extremely accentuated bust. You had made a few modifications to your school uniform to make it sexier. The skirt now barely grazed the bottom of your ass, and your buttons were popping beneath your breasts.
"I made it my own."
"You sure did that," he nods. He rubs his face as he sits down. "You do realize everyone I work with is gonna think I'm a pervert now."
"Not if I were to beg you to fuck me loud enough for them to hear."
"(y/n)!"
You giggle. "Not that I would."
"You better not--"
"Fuck me!"
"Hun, I'm warning you!"
"What're you gonna do, daddy?" you breathe, spreading your legs. His eyes go down to your panties, which he can see are soaked through. He undoes the top two buttons of his uniform, takes a deep breath, and stands you up.
"Wait for me at home, I won't be long."
"But daddy, I need you now," you moan, grabbing his arm. He escorts you to the door, rubbing your shoulders.
"Sweetie, daddy's at work, he's working, he'll be home so--" He stops mid sentence and gasps a little as you reach forward to palm him through his pants. "What are you--" he gives a raspy moan, and you feel him get hard in record time.
"Mmm, I don't think you want me to stop now, do you daddy?" you blink up at him, licking your lips, and he grabs your arm, leading you over to his desk and hastily undoing his belt buckle.
"You drive me wild, princess," he mumbles, hurriedly taking himself out, "But you know it."
"Mhm," you smirk wickedly, and lick your lips at the sight of his cock. "Fuck, I want it, sir."
"Real fast," he groans, parting your thighs and grabbing onto one, "And I mean real fast." Just then, the landline on his desk rings. "Jesus," he mutters, and you press the speakerphone button for him, taking your top off. "This is Brackett!" His voice sounds so strong and authoritative when he's at work, and it turns you on. He knows that, so he tries to play it up.
"Sheriff, there's a Doctor here, said he came from Smith's Grove or somethin'. Got a big problem he's gotta talk to you about."
"You don't sound too urgent about the whole thing," Brackett says, moving your hips closer to his.
The deputy's voice lowers. "That's because he seems like a bit of a wingnut.”
"Can it wait for five minutes?" Brackett blurts in exasperation.
"Only five sir?" You can hear the deputy smirking. Brackett looks less than amused as you giggle and bite your finger.
"That's enough outta you Ronson, keep quiet and tell him--"
Just then, there's a flurry of hard knocks at the office door.
"Sheriff!" It's a British voice. "Sheriff, I really must see you, it's a terrible emergency!" More banging.
"Oh hell," Brackett mutters, looking down at your spread out body on his desk, and you decide to take matters into your own hands. You slip under the desk, and Brackett follows your lead, quickly taking a seat in his chair just as the doctor bursts in.
"Haven't you ever heard of waitin' to be invited in?" Brackett snaps, covering his lap up, and the doctor puts his hands up.
"Sheriff, I'm Dr. Loomis. I'm so sorry for my lack of etiquette but this situation doesn't have very much time for it, I'm afraid."
"Alright doctor," Brackett says, sitting back, "I'm all ears. What's this big problem you've got for me?"
"Well you see, 15 years ago, I looked after a boy--"
As Loomis begins to speak, you put your hands on the sheriff's knees. He chokes a little as you get closer...
"--the devil's eyes. I couldn't get through to him. Now, he is dangerous, and he is coming here! Tonight!"
You swallow his cock down.
"Oh my god," Brackett breathes. Loomis hesitates.
"...Yes well, I'm glad you see the gravity of the situation, to be honest I feared you wouldn't--"
You go back to sucking him, almost gagging as you take him to the back of your throat. You start to dig your fingernails into his thighs through his uniform pants as you bob up and down on his cock.
"--and I believe he will make first for his childhood home."
You lick a stripe across the head.
"Jesus fucking Christ."
"My thoughts exactly, Sheriff." You go up and down, tightening your lips and playing with the vein on his erection, teasing him, working him up to an amazing orgasm.
Brackett white knuckles the desk with one hand, and taps your head with the other. He's close, you can feel it by the way he's thrusting ever so slightly into your mouth. You're so wet, trapped there between daddy's legs choking on his cock, pushing him to the absolute edge. You'd get it in bed later for this.
Doctor Loomis pauses his rant for a moment, eyeing the sheriff's appearance. His eyes are fluttering closed, and his breathing is heavy.
"Are you alright?"
Brackett opens his eyes under Loomis' suspicion.
"Just fine. Just... just fine, keep going." The encouragement is obviously directed toward you, and you go even faster, bobbing and licking.
"--Right. Anyway, I know for a fact Michael will be coming for his baby sister, and the other houses in this town are in danger as well."
Brackett gasps and looks up as you suck him perfectly. "Lord above."
"Indeed, so you agree this is the course of action we must take before he finds her?"
You suddenly feel Brackett's fingers twist in your hair as he comes in your mouth with a slight grunt. His neck strains and he squeezes his eyes shut, then regains his composure. "Um. Doctor, I'm gonna level with you. I haven't heard one word you've said." Loomis looks extremely frustrated. "Now how about...” Brackett holds up both hands, “We try things again, over burgers later. My treat. I know a damn good joint just up the bend here--"
"Burgers?! While we're eating burgers and chatting, Michael Myers will be out turning your little town into a slaughterhouse!"
"Okay--”
“Slaughterhouse, Sheriff!”
“Alright! At least give me ten minutes to... to right myself, dammit!"
"Very well."
You start to tuck him back up.
"Oh, by the way," Loomis turns with a slight smirk, "The lovely little thing you've got under the desk is a right looker." He winks your way, and you blush. Brackett starts to babble, so the doctor waves it off. "What, you thought I'd never gotten a blowie under the table before? Nothing like it, eh? And she seemed quite the talent, judging by your entertaining facial aerobics." He laughs at Brackett's embarrassment. "You've not exactly got the best poker face, Sheriff." His face gets serious again. "We'll be in touch tonight."
The door closes, and Brackett gets up, running a hand through his hair.
"Dammit... (y/n)... this was not appropriate!" he moans, making sure his fly is done up.
You can see the conflict in his face easing away as you bite your lip and act coy.
"Daddy didn't enjoy it?"
He sighs, looping his arm around your middle and drawing you close. "I enjoyed it, princess. I enjoyed it a lot. Too much."
You smile, cuddling into his chest and tucking your hands into the back pockets of his uniform. "Love you."
His heart melts a little. He can never resist you. "I love you too, babygirl. So much. Now you get home safe." He gives your ass an affectionate little squeeze under the short skirt, and fits on his furry Sheriff hat. "Seems like the punishment for all that'll have to wait til tomorrow night."
