Sammy keeping a picture of you in his wallet. Just to remind him of you, and itâs not one of those cute pictures. Itâs one where youâre in nothing but one of his button ups.
Itâs a picture heâd taken of you specifically because he said you looked so beautiful in his shirt he needed to capture this moment.
Now he carries it in his wallet with him everywhere. One day Nate noticed while they were getting some food from a food truck that was stopped by the office and he quirked a brow
âWhatâs that you got in your wallet there, Sammy?â
Heâs pushing his wallet deep into his pocket to avoid Nate seeing it again. Itâs for Sammyâs eyes only. Not Nateâs. He just shakes his head and lets out a chuckle as they walk with their food together.
âJust my girl, man.â
Nate lets out a small whistle and nods
âMmm, she know that?â
Like heâs in some sort of parasocial relationship. Of course he knows Nate is just giving him shit because itâs what guys do. But still
Sammy just lets out a small scoff
âWhat you think Iâm not capable of having a pretty girl?â
W: SMUTT, established relationship, use of petnames (baby, sweetheart, ect.), fake fighting, reader hates sherman (not really), real jealousy, inappropriate use of handcuffs, chasing, primal play?, manhandling, power imbalance, uniform kink, freckled biceps (drool), unprotected pinv, dacryphilia, creampie, (no baby nate, or tammy), i think thats all
A/N: so i had this thought for a while, then kept seeing it pop up on tiktok and moots talking abt it on twtâŠ.and here we are, i hope you enjoy!
It was hot. Grueling even. The weight of your bag growing heavier on your forearm by the second. The LAPD was no place you wanted to ever be on purpose, especially without your boyfriend, but in an unusual turn of events you were waiting for him. For the first time ever. Sammy is no stranger to your strenuous routine, makeup and skin care, donât even get him started on your showers. God. The sheer amount of products he had falling over on him in the shower was enough to put up those cute little shelves he bought you. But now it's Sammy that's taking his dear sweet time. Your bracelets jingled as you adjusted your bag for what seemed like the hundredth time. âIâm tellinâ you man, this woman is giving me a run for my money.â You heard Benâs voice echo down the hall as both him and sammy rounded the corner. âYeah? Sheâs old enough to be your mother Sherman.â Sammy rolled his eyes before they locked onto you. Standing there, arms crossed, the saddest frown plastered onto your face. âSamuel.â He went slack at your words, dropping his duffel beside you to grab your waist. âBaby Iâm sorry it was so busy today.â Uncrossing your arms at his words, hugging him. âWe were supposed to get lunch today Sammy.â You pouted and he kissed your cheek. âCâmon weâll go get dinner now sweetheart, it's okay.â You nodded at his words and started to head out the door, stopping in your tracks as you turned to a puppylike Ben Sherman, standing there waiting for his invitation. âUgh just come on before I change my mind.â He perked up immediately at the invite, following closely behind you two as Sammy just laughed.
The restaurant was casual, couples, families, and friendly gatherings littered the nearing tables. Opting for a booth, you squeezed in right beside Sammy whilst Ben sat in front of you two. âGod, you are actually three years old.â You sighed looking at Ben scrolling on his phone, âSammy itâs like we have a child.â. You didnât actually hate Ben, not by a long shot, but he definitely gets on your nerves. âJust look at this though.â He muttered, flipping his phone to show you a tiktok he had pulled up. It was a husband and wife, the husband being a police officer. âItâs something right now, the girlfriends and wives try to outrun the cops theyâre with.â Sammy laughed and scoffed at the idea, meanwhile a light was just turned on in your head. âI could totally out run you.â You murmured almost under your breath as you finished watching the video. Sammy shook his head turning to you, âNot a chance in hell. Sweetheart I chase down gang bangers and dealers for a living.â Ben just sat there laughing at the faux argument playing out in front of him. âWeâll see.â It was the last thing that left your mouth that whole dinner. Letting Sammy tire himself out talking about sports, and work, and whatever else him and Ben could muster up.
Thatâs how you ended up here. Unbuckling your kitten heels and throwing them down at the door as you and Sammy entered your shared home. âYouâve got a five second headstart, then your ass is mine baby..â He said cockily. Excitement bubbled up in your chest as you took off down the hall and past the kitchen. Heart pounding in your ears as you rounded corners and took shortcuts to confuse him. You didnât think youâd enjoy this as much as you did, but as soon as you took off you felt the heat seep through your skin. âWhere are you sweetheart? Donât hide from me, baby.â Sammyâs voice echoed as you pressed your back against the wall, chest heaving as you tried to stay quiet. Richter found you in an instant, barked and settled at your feet. âNo no! Shoo! Youâre gonna give me up!â You whisper yelled at the k9. Trying to get away from the dog, you walked backwards, right into a hard and sturdy chest. Sammyâs arms were around you before you could even decipher him from the wall. âWait, that's not fair! You used him!â You flailed against him as he threw you over his shoulder. You kicked and squirmed as he carried you to the bedroom, muttering a âtraitorâ to richter on the way.
Your body was flush against the bed as Sammy stood at the edge. âYou have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can, and will be used against you in the court of law baby.. and tonight? I'm the judge.â He half-improved the Miranda rights.The cool metal of the cuffs slinked! against your wrists, pinning your arms behind your back. âSammy!â you giggled as he pressed into you, dick straining against the confines of his uniform pants. âOh donât be so coy honey, you knew what would happen.â He teased, pulling off your jean shorts, flipping you over as you squealed in excitement. You tugged at the metal bounding your wrists to no avail, Sammy grinning wide as he pressed a finger to the wet patch of your now see-through underwear. âYouâre a mess babygirl.â He cooed. âSammyâŠstop teasinââ you whined, writhing underneath him as he made a show unbuttoning his uniform shirt. âSo pretty when youâre begginâ for me.â He smiled, unzipping his pants. His cock sprung and hit the bottom of his undershirt that rode up on his tummy. âI need youâI canât-â you stuttered out, all of the excitement and need coursing through your body in the form of white hot heat. Your body ached for him. âShh..â Sammy soothed you, brushing a tear from your face.
Sammyâs hands smoothed the marks the cuffs made against your skin, uncuffing you as soon as he sunk in, needing to feel your hands on him. âSammy! Ohâgod..â You screamed, nails digging crescent moons into his freckled biceps. âSo good for me..â He grunted, arms caging you in, heat rolling off his skin with each thrust. âcomingcoming-â you whimpered under his hold as the band in your lower tummy snapped and pleasure took over your body. âAlmost there babygirl, youâre doing so good.â Sammy muttered breathlessly in your ear as his thrusts grew sloppier with each one. âPerfect Sammy, so good.â You whimpered, hands tangled in the short curls at the base of his next, pulling just right and-
âfuuuuckkââ Sammy whimpered, yes whimpered as he spilled into you. âTold you Iâd get ya sweetheart.â He smiled as he used his undershirt to clean the two of you up enough to go shower. âYou had back up.â You pouted but couldn't hide your smile. âYeah baby better luck next time.â
sammy bryant coming home after a shift from hell, to his sweet little housewife of a girlfriend knee deep in a new recipe she found.
hair messy with flour littering the counter and front of your apron. "what'cha making baby?" sammy asked, setting his bag down on the chair before making his way over to you. "'sposed to be brownies.." you mumbled, sliding the pan into the oven. "t's my first time making them though, so i guess we'll see." you smiled big and proud with your hands on your hips as sammy melted into your shoulder. "long day?" you questioned and he groaned, "you have no idea sweetheart." rubbing his back you proposed the idea, "ive got somethin' else we can bake in the mean time." before you could get a good read on him, sammy hoisted you up and into his hold.
the oven beeped after the second round, sweet aroma filling the sex filled air, "had to make sure it took." sammy smiled big before heading out of your shared bedroom & into the kitchen.
the concept of being jack abbots controversially young stay at home gf..
walk with me
making videos packing his lunch and posting them on tiktok, the end of the video showing you kiss his cheek and sending him on his way, comments going WILD at the small glimpse of the side of his face they could see
