#warden!sam

“Stop,” Sam says in a stern tone as you tried kiss him.

“Why not?” you ask, deciding to kiss his neck instead. “Expecting someone?”.

“No, but someone could walk in at any second,” he mutters, slightly pushing you off of him.

“Please?” you pout, looking into his eyes while placing your hands on his chest.

Sam looked forwards, trying to ignore your neediness. But that didn’t stop you from trying anyway.

“Fine,” you huffed, turning around and strategically having your ass right up against his clothed cock.

You bent down slightly and grabbed something from your bag, making sure to slightly grind against him. Sam stifled his moan terribly to which you let out a giggle.

You pulled a lolli out of your bag and pressed it to your lips. Turning around to look at Sam again, you stuck your tongue out and let draw red streaks on your it.

“Want some?” you ask innocently, nudging at his lips with the candy.

The warden tsked and took it from your hand. Throwing it somewhere before forcefully pulling you into a heated kiss.

You moaned as the taste of his lips and cherry lollipop mixed. Sam pulled away with list filled eyes, hands keeping a firm grip on your hips.

“So you want to misbehave?” He questioned “In my prison?” he said, grabbing his hands cuffs.

He cuffed your hands behind you back before going back to kissing your lips. You felt him lift you off the ground and place you on the receptionist desk.

His hands take their time exploring your body, slowly ripping every article of clothing off your body.

“I’m going to teach you what happens to little brats like you,”.

Same proceeds to pull down his own pants and lines himself up with your hole. You gasp at the feeling of him filling you up without warning.

“S-Sam,” you moaned as he went off at a brutal non-rhythmic pace.

Sam wrapped a hand around your neck, forcing you to look at him. He enjoyed watching your eyes water from the pleasure.

“Like it when you’re used like this?”.

All you could was moan in response, feeling him began to hit a sensitive nerve. Your back arched as his hips snapped into yours.

You felt his thrusts stutter, knowing that he was close and so were you. But instead of letting the both of you cum, Sam pulled out.

You whined at the feeling of being denied your orgasm. Sam pulled you down to your knees and jacked himself off.

“You don’t deserve to cum,” He says simply before placing his cock to your lips “Suck”.

Your jaw slacks immediately, allowing him full access to your mouth. Sam thrusted into your mouth and you both knew it your throat would be sore later.

It didn’t take much for him to release in your mouth with a low groan. He then crouched to and met yours eyes once more.

You were at the point where sitting on the cold, wet, ground felt more humane than sitting on the sorry excuse they had for a bed. A flimsy metal sheet on top of cracked concrete brick was all that they gave you to sleep on. Not even a pillow. You did get a torn up, off-white sheet, however. Some nights you had to make the hard choice of using the sheet as a pillow instead of warmth. You've tried to take off your clothes before and use them as a pillow, but they tried to label you as a "sexual offender" just because you didn't want to wake up with knots in your neck.

You sat on the floor, head against the grey wall. There was nothing to do. It sucked. You heard your cell door bars clank. You looked up, "You again?"

It was Warden Sam. Damn man was in your cell almost every hour it felt like. He claims it was every twelve hours, but he took the clock away. The only sense of time that you had was the sun that peaked through the main door.

"Yes, me. Don't make me sound so bad," He threatened. "As far as I'm aware, I'm the only one you have to talk to."

He leaned up against the wall, looking down on you. He tried to be intimidating but you never thought he was. You only saw him as some wanna be cop but settled on a routine shift because he probably couldn't take the heat. You knew that you were stronger than him, but you never had intentions of hurting anyone.

"Why are you here this time?" You asked.

He shrugged, "Routine room check."

You looked around in astonishment, "What is there to look for? It's all just fucking stone, and concrete and water from the faucet that won't stop its damn dripping!"

He looked around the faucet, "Does it drip because you tried to break it? Maybe to use the pipe as a weapon?"

You shook your head, "No. I wanted to wash my fucking hands. Nasty as shit in here. You could at least give me a broom to get the fucking ant eggs out."

He huffed, "You never know with you. You are quite dangerous."

"You don't even know why I'm in here," You scoffed, "A person like you would never get clearance to know what I did. Hurry up with your check and get out."

He nodded and patted on a few walls, "You haven't been doing any digging have you?"

You shook your head. There was no point in trying to argue with him, "No sir, just sitting around."

"Good," He stated. He walked back over to you and offered his hand for you to take.

You looked away, you didn't want his pity, "I'm good down here."

"I need to check your fingernails to see if you have any signs that you've been trying to dig."

You raised your hand up to him. He gently took it and stared at it, "It would be more efficient if you stood up."

You stood up. You felt significantly smaller next to him. There wasn't too much of a height difference, but just enough that if you wanted to make eye contact that you would have to stretch your neck back.

"Thank you," He said.

Manners? That's the first time I've heard a warden use manners. The fuck is going on here?

Sam examined your hands carefully, making sure that he touched every finger, all twenty of them. He started with your thumb, one of his hands held your hand in place, the other rubbed your knuckles in gentle circles.

You huffed and looked away. You didn't like the way that your heart beated faster with every small circle he made. Sam took his sweet time, ensuring that he didn't miss any "signs" of "something".

"You're all clear," Sam let your hands go, grabbed his keys, and showed his way out of your cell.

He walked straight back to the main doors, not even checking another block mate's cell for something "suspicious". Just yours. It was always just yours.

You noticed it about a month back. He always spent more time at your cell compared to others for actual routine checks. Then it turned into pacing in front of your cell. Then to going in it and talking to you.

He always had some sort of excuse to be in just your cell. 'There was a noise complaint' and 'There was a weird smell'. All of it was bullshit. You started to catch on to his game. You started to get a gut feeling that he had romantic feelings for you. You always laughed at how weak he was, falling in love with a criminal. But now, well you might as well laugh at yourself.

Every visit became more exciting than the last. As much you pretended like you didn't want him there, you really enjoyed his company.

It started to worry you, if other of your block mates noticed that he gave you special attention, you were in for some deep shit. The last thing you wanted to be seen as was the suck up. You already had a good reputation for not speaking about your crime and not being allowed to have a cellmate.

You were living the best prison life. You had a cell to yourself and didn't have to worry about someone stealing your belongings. Best yet, you had the Block Warden in love with you.

You fell asleep on your "bed" for what felt like a couple hours. You woke up to Sam calling your name. You shot up and looked around. The lights were still dimmed, almost everyone was asleep.

"y/n, can I come in?" Sam asked.

How silly of him. Giving you choice in a place that was supposed to take away all of freedom.

"Do you have to?" You secretly teased. You leaned back and noticed that he kept one hand behind his back. "Whatcha got there?"

He put his index finger up to his lips and slowly moved his arm forward, revealing a broom. You smiled and got up, inviting him in.

He spoke in a whisper, "Use this quickly and lightly, don't let others hear that I let you use this."

You took the broom from him. It looked like one that he had of snuck in. It was some sort of household broom, not like the wide red ones the custodians use. You held it about half an inch off the ground, trying to make small quiet movements.

You liked Sam a lot. He made you feel humane. Alive. Like you had a purpose. Just letting you use a broom meant so much to you. He listened to you, cared about what you said.

For a second you forgot that you are locked up. You felt like you were in the kitchen cleaning while the one you loved looked on, kinda like the tv shows.

You returned the broom back to Sam. You made eye contact with him for a second, you felt something. Love was it? Whatever it was, it was powerful enough to give you courage to lean up and kiss him on the cheek, "Thank you," You whispered. "I needed this."

Even in the dark you could see his light blush. He nodded at you, "Don't tell anyone."

"Who do I have to tell?"

And like that, Sam left. Leaving you all alone again, but now with a clean floor. You couldn't wipe the smile off your face. You had genuine happiness for once in since you've entered the system.

The next morning you woke up by yelling, "Why is there no biscuit on my plate!"

You heard Sam yell back, "Kitchen didn't have enough in stock! Be happy with what you got!"

You heard your block mate hit their cell door in anger. Breakfast was always a difficult time. People were at their peak of hunger and angry from the nightmare they had the night before.

Sam gave you your food last, which was strange. Normally he would start with you, giving you the warmest food there was. Maybe last night was a mistake. Maybe you went too far. Maybe all the things you noticed was just an illusion that you made up in your mind.

Sam stopped at your cell door and quietly held out your plate, a smirk played on his face. You took the plate and smiled, two biscuits this morning.

You sat down where you normally did to eat, but something was off. You looked back at Sam, he was still there.

"Need anything?" You asked.

He shook his head, "Just a little hungry myself. I brought some yogurt. You mind if I sit over here?"

You nodded, "Go ahead, not like I have control."

"Yea..." He sat down right in front of your cell. You scooted over to him.

It was kinda surreal. It felt like a date; you haven't been on one of those in years.

"So uh," Sam started, "You were right. I don't know why you're here. You're in the homicide block, so I am to assume that you killed someone."

You nodded, "Not just someone, maybe a few?"

He looked you up and down, "Someone as sweet and cute looking as you doesn't seem like they could kill a few people."

You blushed at the...compliment? "I don't regret taking those people's lives. Each and everyone of them deserved it."

Sam nodded, trying to seem like he understood, "I trust your judgement. You're not violent at all. You don't yell, or get into arguments, what made you kill those people?"

You looked away, "Doesn't matter."

"Well, I still think you're great. You're-"

You cut him off. Speaking out even made you as surprised as Sam was, "They were all rapists. I don't know what made me snap. Maybe it was the growing popularity or rape culture? Or how the system was actually justifying it? I don't know, I-I-"

You didn't even noticed you were crying until Sam hugged you. You can't even explain how he got into the cell without you noticing.

"Shh... it's okay. Don't worry about it," He whispered into your ear.

This was the first time you've broken down in the prison. You've never once cried or seriously complained about anything. You really let yourself go. You felt weak. You collapsed into Sam's arms and just cried. You cried your heart out until it was just dry heaving. He held you the entire time, stroking your hair and continuously shushing you.

You looked up and saw a medic team, Sam must've called when he noticed that you were having an anxiety attack. You nodded and let them help you. You didn't dare pull away from Sam. He made you feel safe, you knew you could make through your time but only if you had Sam.

"They're gonna take you to the nurses office and check your blood pressure and all that okay? I'm gonna be right here when you come back," He kissed your forehead and gave you to the medics.

You came back about an hour later. Sam wasn't there. You assumed he got fired. They must've found out about the favoritism and he clearly showed intimacy with you. You sighed and sat down on the floor again.

You looked up in hope when you heard footsteps, running towards your cell. You stood up, it was Sam.