sammy bryant as your perv coworker who acts as your personal bodyguard on when the precinct goes out to the bar...
it's a hot summer night in LA. you're wearing your tightest, prettiest dress. you get a little too tipsy, some dude gets a little too handsy, and sammy's shoving him off of you with the practiced ease of a gang detective, along with a muttered "watch it, motherfucker."
to you, sammy looks like an angel under the dimmed lights. his chubby cheeks are flushed a light pink and his curls are all messy. without giving it much thought, you wrap your arms around his thick neck, backing him into a dark corner. "sammy, c'mere..."
he indulges you, of course, his hands finding a respectful place over the midsection of your back. "one too many vodka crans, huh?" he teases you as his mouth curves into that signature sideways smirk.
"mmmhm..." you giggle back at him. you shouldn't find it so hot that he's memorised your drink of choice. "mm... sammy?"
"yeah?" he whispers.
"i think you're sooo pretty..."
sammy laughs under his breath in response, ducking his head. he's flattered— he knows he's not exactly the definition of pretty, but he'll take any kind of compliment from a girl who looks like you. "you do?" he replies, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"mhm," you hum sweetly, nodding. "and i know it might be naughty to say this, 'cause you're all married and stuff, but–" you lean in clumsily, voice dropping to a hushed whisper against his ear, "i've always wanted to suck your cock..."
"... what?" you catch sammy completely off guard. he's always respected you as a member of the team, but when you're not in the field you look so sweet and polite. he had no idea you had such a dirty little mouth.
you continue, emboldened by the alcohol. "yeah. or... or like ride it or something... or.... sorry, don't know what'm sayin', you're just really hot..."
sammy exhales a little, shaking his head. he's so turned on right now that his wife is the last thing on his mind. "no, no, it's alright, you're drunk." his nose is full of your perfume, dark cherry and amber and cinnamon, and it makes his head spin.
then, your back arches slightly under his touch and his common sense goes out of the window. "y'know what? just dance with me a little."
he rocks you slowly to the beat of the song, his breathing harsh against your cheek. his hands dip down to your ass, pressing you into his crotch so you can feel the hard line of his cock through his jeans.
your breath hitches when you feel it. "sammy, 's wrong..."
"what's wrong, sweetheart? we're just dancin'," he murmurs, even as he grinds forward into you, one of his big hands drifting up your thigh under your dress until it hits the lace of your panties. "just dancin', that's all."
you wedge his thick thigh between yours, rubbing up on his stiff cock as you lose yourself to the thrum between your legs. "mmh.. fuck, sammy..." you sigh out against his neck.
"yeah, that's right, sweetheart," he groans as he scans the room behind you— everyone's way too busy downing beers and trading stories at the bar to notice the way you two are grinding on each other in the back, how his hand is shamelessly palming your ass. then, sammy gets a bright idea: "y'wanna come to the bathroom with me, baby? i'll help you pee."
"but i don't need to pee, sammy," you whine, pressing yourself impossibly closer to his body. "just wanna dance with you all night..."
he chuckles at your drunken stubbornness, then pats your ass before extracting his hand from under your dress. "wanna know a secret?" he asks softly, already leading you by the waist towards the bathroom door. you nod carelessly as you follow him.
"you're not gonna pee," he whispers. "i'm gonna give you what you wanted, yeah? gonna get my cock in you."
i can't stop thinking about how reader absolutely refuses to sit with her legs closed (it's just not that comfortable... at least for me). she's on the couch, legs sprawled out as she watches the tv. or she's got one leg resting on the chair as she works on her computer. then, here comes her perv boyfriend andrew cody to make her regret it (but not really). the moment he catches her sitting like this, he rests his hand between her legs, giving her crotch a firm squeeze. it always makes her yelp out of surprise, but yet she continues to do it knowing what'll happen. anyway, i'm gonna go jack (abbot) off now lol, later gators :3
robby isn't scared of erectile dysfunction, erectile dysfunction is scared of robby cz he got himself the prettiest farm boy with big sad eyes and curls and a fat little ass
Robby feeling that "break it off" itch after about six weeks messing around with Dennis. It was a great six weeks. An amazing six weeks but the self doubt is getting to him and he knows to end it before Whitaker gets attached. Its better for the both of them.
Dennis, who is no stranger to casual relationships and fuck buddies very confused why robby is telling him that this can't go anywhere. He knows that? Maybe hes just thinking Dennis needed a reminder? He thinks Robby is just telling him what he already knows when Robby says, "We can't go on forever like this. I'm sorry."
Dennis nodding, saying, "Got it." But still messaging him for a booty call 2 nights later.
Robby is so stunned by the audacity he doesn't question it. Just unlocks his door and takes a shower.
I'm thinking of some crazy situation where trinity realises dennis's love for older men who are big and hairy (she knows about his crush on robby), and so as a gag gift she buys him a gay bear calendar, so he can look at a new older guy's body on his wall every month.
dennis goes bright red, but hangs it up and looks through it anyway. he won't say no to being provided some eye candy- and these guys are *very* hot, after all...
unbeknownst to them, robby had ended up, a few months back, doing some amateur modelling for one of his friends who did photography in the local queer scene. apparently the photos were going towards fun projects to raise money for the local clubs and centres, and he hadn't minded so much- no one would see his face anyway.
dennis's heart starts to pick up when he flips the calendar to october, and despite the fact the photos cut off at the neck and the guys faces aren't in view, there's something *very* familiar about the set of this guys posture and the shape of his belly... dennis was going to write it off as lucky coincidence that he'd been provided with shockingly robby-esque wank material, but then his eyes land on the guys arms. and see the tattoos.
oh. oh yeah. that's robby, attending physician of the ptmc emergency department, pictured half naked in high-res and hanging on his bedroom wall. dennis was fucking screwed.
When Dennis talks, his mouth doesn't move that much, and you can't see the inside of his mouth
That's why it takes so long for Robby to catch sight of the tongue piercing the younger man has
Robby immediately becomes so interested in Dennis’s tongue piercing to the point where everyone notices how Robby will not stop staring at Dennis's mouth, or in everyone else’s eyes, his lips
Dennis notices and corners Robby, concerned about whether or not he’s allowed to have a piercing, but little does he know, Robby’s not thinking about the rules of the hospital one little bit
Robby blurts out, entire face flushed tomato red, how he wants to feel Dennis’s tongue on his everything
Hard cut to Robby being pressed against his front door, panting hard, hand covering his mouth to clamp down on his moans, while Dennis sucks him off with expert skill
Robby doesn’t know it yet, but Dennis is going to bend him over and tongue fuck his hole so he can truly feel everything his tongue piercing has to offer
