A/N: Just a forewarning: Sammy has a slight breeding kink near the end. Enjoy!

REQUESTED BY: aggressiveprotag

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Her heels clacked against the wooden flooring of the Music Department, capturing his attention and effectively making him lose the groove he had been in.

Sammy Lawrence growled to himself, trying to block out the sound, but when she rounded the corner, he gave up on distracting himself.

She smiled, showing off those pearly-whites to him as she entered his office, handing him some papers. "Here's some more work for you, Mr. Lawrence."

He nodded curtly. "Thank you, miss (l/n). You can be off now."

"Why, Mr. Lawrence?" Her enticing ruby lips curled into a teasing grin. "It's well past closing, and we're the only two employees left in the building. I think it's time you take a break."

"I have to get this song done," his deep blue eyes narrowed at her, catching her (e/c) ones. "I cannot afford to have any distractions."

"Maybe you can change your mind for one distraction." She winked at him and turned, swaying her hips as she strolled right out of his office. "Meet me in the infirmary if you change your mind, Mr. Lawrence."

He rolled his eyes, tried to ignore the click-clacking of her heeled shoes. Nothing was working. Even when he flipped on the radio at his desk to try and drown out the distractions, nothing helped.

Finally, rubbing his eyes, he collapsed against his chair and exhaled harshly. He squinted, taking a pocketwatch out of his pants pocket. He tsk'ed, shoving it back in. It was late. She was right.

He stood from his spot, stretching. He felt a few of his vertebrae popping and he groaned at the feeling. He glanced around the empty hallways. Even Franks, the janitor, had gone home way before.

So the vixen was right. It was the two of them. All alone. In an office building.

His knees nearly grew weak at the mental image of her in that dress, lying in such a provocative pose he nearly lost it. He tried to will down both the fantasies and the growing bump in his pants and stormed towards the infirmary.

As soon as he walked in, he saw her sitting on one of the beds.

She gave him a sultry grin. "So you changed your mind af-"

He cut her off with a hasty kiss, grabbing at the tight bun at the back of her head to pull her closer. She immediately deepened it, moaning when he shoved his tongue in.

"Sammy," she pleaded against his lips, "Sammy, oh, Sammy, please,"

"Please what?" He asked when he'd pulled away. Already he was messing with the belt around his waist. "I can't do it unless you tell me what you want."

"Please, take me," she begged, moving to lie against the bed, her legs clamped tightly together. She rose them, exposing the sight of her bright red panties underneath. "Please, I need you!"

He smirked, finally unbuttoning and pushing his pants down enough to free his throbbing dick. Wouldn't want anyone accidentally wandering in and seeing them, after all.

"My honor, (y/n)," he purred, turning to shut the curtains behind himself. He advanced towards her, cock in one hand, his thumb absentmindedly stroking up and down.

He got in between her legs, hiking up her skirt to where he could see her lower half. He met her lips once more, fondling one of her breasts through the dress. She jumped at the touch but immediately pressed her body against his, whispering pleas and praises into his lips.

He broke the kiss to glance down, his fingers trailing along down her body when they met the rim of her panties. He toyed with her for a few moments before dipping his fingers inside, teasing and coaxing her lower lips with his index finger.

"Ohh, oh, Sammy," she cried out, arching her back. "Make me scream!"

"I'll make you do more than just scream, my darling," he whispered into her ear as one finger slipped inside. When her voice rose once more, he kissed her throat and grinned against her skin.

"I'll make you sing like a nightingale before I'm done with you."

He pumped his finger in and out of her wet cunt for a few more moments before rimming the entrance with his middle. Slowly pushing it in, he stretched her by doing scissoring motions with them both as she cried tears of ecstasy.

"Please, please Sammy please," she grovelled before him as he unbuttoned the top of her dress, exposing her bra. "Please, put it in-!"

"What? I can't understand what you're saying." He taunted her while pushing the garment up, her breasts bouncing free. He immediately latched his mouth to one nipple, swirling his tongue in figure-eights across the smooth flesh.

Her voice broke into a high-pitched moan at the dual stimulation, and she tugged his head closer. "Oh, Sammy-!"

"Yes, that's right." He hissed against her breast. "Sing for me."

He pulled his fingers nearly out before slamming them back in, thumb running over her sensitive clit at the same time, causing her to scream his name.

"Please, please, please," she was sobbing in ecstacy now, "please, just fuck me!"

He cussed at the neediness in her tone, the begging making him harder than ever. "As you wish, (y/n)."

He began to stroke his cock, watching her as she tried to work herself to orgasm, her fingers slipping in and out of herself with obscene ease. It wasn't hard to imagine his fantasies come to life; her belly swollen, enlarged with his seed. Imagining her pregnant with his children as she brought herself to climax. Earlier that month, he vaguely remembered Allison whispering to her as she handed the female a package. Later on, he knew what it was. She was menstruating then. That meant that right now, she was probably ovulating... ergo, fit to bear children.

As hot as this was, he couldn't have her come too early.

He grabbed her hand, pulling it out at the same time he pulled down her panties. As her finger accidentally brushed against her bulbous clit, she shivered.

He grabbed her leg, raising it to rest on his shoulder as he guided his throbbing manhood between her legs. When her lower lips kissed its head, he groaned, trying to stop himself from slamming in and fucking her right then.

"Virgin?" He asked. When she nodded, he smirked. "Guess I'll have to go easier on you this time."

With that, he inched the head inside, slowly, relishing in her wanton cries and pleads of his name. When the head of his cock was buried inside, he tested the waters, rocking back and forth in small sways.

"Ooh- It feels so- weird~" She moaned almost pornographically, making him bite his lip in want.

"It's going to feel great in a minute." He assured her, looking back down at where they were conjoined together. He shifted so that her ass rested against his knees, and he wrapped his arms around her in an embrace. Slowly, he eased the rest in until she choked out a gasp.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"I-I'm good," she replied weakly, her trembling form practically melted against his chest. "It's so strange..."

"No pain?"

"None." She shook her head. "In fact... I-I think you should move."

He shrugged, rocking their hips together in a slow pace. Her gasping moans were music to his ears and it inspired him to go faster, gripping her hips tightly to keep her from falling over as he began to thrust his lower half against hers. The lewd squishing noises from their sexes conjoined only made him lust after her more, and he found himself groaning into her ear filthy talk as he ravished her. His hand ghosted across her stomach and he moaned into her shoulder.

"I-It's so fucking good!" She wailed, gripping the back of his dress shirt with all her strength. "Sammy~!"

"Say my name, (y/n)," he instructed, picking up the pace until her ass cheeks hit his hips with audible slapping sounds. "I'm fucking you so hard- you like that? You want me to fuck you until you can't walk? Until you can't remember your own name?"

"Yes! Yes!" She screamed. "Sammy! Sammy, fuck me harder!"

"I'll do more than that, my little vixen," he promised in deep, dulcet tones, "I'll fill you to bursting with my cum. I'll make you carry my children."

"Please!" She agreed in blind lust, throwing her head back and giving him a nice view of her heaving chest. "Impregnate me, Mr. Lawrence! I want to have your baby!"

"You will-l--!" He grunted. His release was near. "(y/n), I c-can't-"

"Come, please," she begged, tears running down her face from the stimulation. "Fill me up, Sammy, make me pregnant! I want to have your children!"

"Oh yes, you'd like that- N-Ngh~!" His voice rose in volume as his pace became erratic, sloppily thrusting into a specific spot that made stars explode before her eyes. "(y/n), I'm going to come-"

"I'm gonna come!" She cried out, her legs constricting around him. Her inner walls seemed, too, to constrict, almost painfully so around his cock.

"C-Come on-!" He grit his teeth, sweat forming on his brow. (y/n) pulled him into a passionate kiss and he tangled his tongue with hers, though it only lasted a few moments as he aimed for her neck, biting and kissing.

"O-Ooooh~ Uh- ha-" Her voice cracked and she seemed to stiffen up. "I'm going to come!"

"Come for me." He ordered, and right as the words had left his lips, she shrieked her peak and she tightened around him, goading him on.

"U-Uh- Ah- (y/n)!" He screamed, holding her as tightly as he could against himself as he orgasmed, emptying his semen deep inside.

She moaned a slurred "S-Sammy..." as he thrusted against her a few more times, her tight walls coaxing every drop from his balls.

The couple basked in the afterglow as they fell to the infirmary bed, gasping for air as if they'd just gotten done running a mile.

After a few moments, he pulled out, stopping to watch a thin trickle of his semen from her spent cunt.

She was quiet for a minute before she turned to look him full in the face. "Uh, Sammy?"

"Hm? What?" he replied, shifting his stare from her womanhood to her eyes.

"Did you..." she bit her lip as an embarrassed blush crept onto her cheeks. "Did you- really mean it when you wanted me to... y'know..."

"Oh." He blinked for a few moments, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well."

"You weren't just saying that to... get off, were you?" She seemed afraid, not meeting his eyes and instead staring at the floor.

What was he thinking?

Sure, it had been a fantasy of his for a while to have a passionate fling with a pregnant woman, but he'd always thought it would be his pregnant wife, not an admittedly sexy receptionist.

Apparently, he was silent for too long, because the next thing he saw was a tear building up in her eyes. She was trying her damndest not to cry in front of him, biting her bottom lip to try and cease its trembling.

He sighed, cupping her cheek and turning her face so that he could look her in her beautiful (e/c) eyes. "Hey."

She didn't answer.

"I didn't just tell you that so that I could orgasm. Honestly, it is part of it, but the bigger portion is because I'm terribly attracted to you."

"My body," she assumed with a somewhat of a cross look.

"No, to you." He countered. "I love you. I have for a while now; I just didn't act on it because I was... well, afraid."

"Of what? Rejection?" She snorted. "Sammy, you are easily one of the most handsome men working in this company. You could get any girl you wanted. Hell, you could get Susie if she wasn't busy screwing the boss on the side."

"I admit, she is a rather charming woman," he paused once he saw her deflate, "but I have my eyes set on you. I wouldn't do this with you if I was just going to leave you."

"... you sure?" She muttered, the exhaustion catching up with her.

He nodded, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "Rest your head. We'll talk about this in the morning."

She yawned behind her knuckles and her eyes fluttered closed.

He waited until he heard her soft snores before whispering a "I love you" into her ear. He got up from the bed, locked the building up for the night, turned out the lights, and fell asleep with the woman he loved curled up in his arms.

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A/N: We need extra church. Can I get an amen? And yes, (y/n) was a thirsty hoe. She cares, though.

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