#citizen!matt

♡⸝⸝ : sub!matt, roughdom!reader, mentions of anxiety, over stimulation (m receiving), handcuffs, teasing, hand job, pet names, smearing cum on lips, officer!reader x citizen!matt

❝ everyone knows i'm a good boy officer. ❞

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wc: 967

You were on your night shift, running on three cups of coffee and a breath mint you had popped in your mouth after you and your partner had gotten burgers at a local diner. LA was always bustling at the hour, plus it was a Friday night, and people were out clubbing and getting wasted. You dreaded nights like these, all the sketchy people wandering the streets. You had worked for the Los Angeles police department, tonight you were training some rookie on how to handle drunks. The same rookie who was still nowhere to be found after you sent him on a coffee run twenty minutes ago, leaving you standing on a corner by a nearby club. The cold night air nipped at your skin, and even though you had worn your heavy jacket, a shiver still went down your spine.

Rubbing your hands together in an attempt to warm yourself up, your gaze wandered to a guy staggering out of the nightclub, the loud music echoing through the quiet night. The door slammed shut behind him causing him to jolt and lean against the brick wall of the building, his chest rising and falling at a fast pace. You didn’t think he posed any threat but he did look like he was going through something, his hands shaky and breathing ragged. Inching closer you saw the way he was squirming all antsy and anxious, he didn’t notice you at first.

“Hey, you okay?” you ask, resting a hand on his shuddering shoulder. “I-It started to get overwhelming in there…” he trailed off his body, tensing at your touch, eyes wandering between your face and the hand that rested on his shoulder. The air around you both was thick with something you couldn’t quite place your finger on, his chest continued to rise and fall a sign he might be having a panic attack. You nod your hand dropping to gently caress his arm, giving him a small smile. “Hey, it’s okay. Why don’t you do some jumping jacks for me?” you suggest watching as he scoffs and shakes his head. “W-Why would I do that?” he stutters his hand moving on his chest as he tries to catch his breath but ultimately fails causing him to panic even more.

“Just do it,” you sighed knowing it would help him to stop freaking out. He stepped back brushing off your touch, even though he’d hate to admit it was soothing him. “What no..” whispered his eyes growing wider as he gnawed on his bottom lip. You stepped closer crossing your arms over your chest and glaring at him, something in your gaze told him he should comply.

“Count,” you say nodding as you watch him start to do the jumping jacks slowly counting. “Four, Five, Six…” he started to feel better, gaining the normal rhythm of his breathing again. His arms dropped at his side taking a deep breath, before his gaze met yours. “See I told you, it would help” You smile uncrossing your arms as you stroke his cheek with your thumb.

“Do you feel better, baby?” you ask to close the distance between you both. His breath hitched once the pet name fell from your plump lips, his face instantly reddening. He nodded nuzzling into your touch like a touch-starved puppy, you’d be lying if you said the sight didn’t go straight to your core. “Do you need a ride home sweet boy?” you asked, whispering in his ear cold breath fanning over his hot skin. 

“How dare you try to make a move on me?” you growled pushing him up against your police car pinning his hands behind his back. “I-I’m sorry please,” he whined trying to get away from your grip. He was so out of it when he went to walk back to your patrol car his hand ‘accidentally’ grazed your ass.

You wanted some alone time with him, calling for someone to pick up the rookie so you could finish your shift alone. “Think I need to cuff you…” you teased, tightening your grip on his hands. “N-no please…” he begged, stomping his feet like he was throwing some kind of tantrum. In an instant, you pulled your handcuffs from your pocket and tightened the metal cuffs on his wrists.

“Much better, keeps those wandering hands at bay,” you spun him around his back pressed against the side of the car. “Please officer, everyone knows I'm a good boy” he pleaded, trying to convince you, making a chuckle slip past your lips. “Prove it.” 

His cock twitched in your hand as you roughly stroked him, his angry red tip leaking with pre cum making it easy for you to slip your hand over his length. “Officer…please” he whined bucking his hips into your palm. Your free hand moving abruptly stops his movements, fingers digging into his flesh. “So pathetic, and needy” your words ghost over his lips as you kiss him, your tongue exploring his mouth. He could come right then and there but he wanted to be good for you, his breath hitching when you took his bottom lip between your teeth.

“Mm, comin'-” he started causing you to bite down harder on his lip, tears welling in his eyes. “I don’t remember giving you permission to come,” titling your head your voice with faux sympathy. “I’m sorry…” he whimpered, squirming under your serious gaze as you moved back slightly, running your thumb over his sensitive slit. He tried hard not to come, but he did come spurting all your hands and uniform. “Aw, look at you making such a mess,” you coo, wiping his sticky release from your uniform and bringing it to his mouth, smearing it on his pouty lips. “You're mean,” he muttered under his breath.