Work Text:
It’s the first day of Tommy officially being a p2 After being a rookie for a year. Tommy couldn’t be more excited to finally stop having to deal with Quackity conundrums. That’s officer Quackity’s sadistic way of trying to get him ready for “real police work”.
Yeah right. If real police work his hiding a fake bomb in a public park filled with baby powder that got all over his face, is “real police work” Tommy might have to consider quitting the LAPD.
It’s whatever, that was over six months ago. He’s improved greatly since then. Almost getting shot and getting stabbed twice will do that to you. All worth it though, he loves this job.
He’s in the locker room when training officer comes in to change into his police uniform. Tommy gets a pat on the shoulder from his TO and a “you’re gonna do great out there Boot, let’s not get shot today” Quackity says with a smile.
Ugh “boot” it’s something that training officers officers also known as TOs refer to their rookies as. Jokes on him though he’s not his boot anymore. “Nice one Quackity, I’m not your boot anymore.”
This makes Quackity’s ear peak, he replies accordingly. “Oh boot don’t get ahead of yourself. You’re only a P2, you aren’t officially a real officer till P3. So until then, you’re still my boot. ” Tommy knows this but it still sucks ass. He can’t do anything though so he just shuts his locker with a slam and heads to roll call.
Walking to the bullpen he sees his fellow former rookie Toby getting a coffee from the fresh pot through the open break room door. He calls out to the boy. “Tubs, we’re gonna be late to roll call!” Tubs is his nickname for him after inviting him over to play Minecraft. His username is Tubbo, so it’s a cute inside joke amongst the two.
The boy runs to him, almost spilling his coffee. Tommy can say with almost positive certainty has way too much syrup in it and milk, it’s basically a cream color. So mostly milk with just the faintest hint of coffee.
They make their way through the bullpen door and sit in the front row, the designated spot for rookies. All the other more experienced officers sit in the other rows behind him. Including his TO and Toby’s, Jschlatt. The man is fucking intimidating, but apparently a very lenient TO. He only really took this position for the 5% pay increase.
Quackity and Jschlatt had just got to chatting about whatever they usually do. It’s usually gossip about their husbands and other officers. Just as Quackity gasps at something, Sergeant Dream walks into the bullpen and stands on his usual podium spot.
He explains the agenda for today and what cops are going where. Once he’s done giving his spiel, Tommy quickly chats with Toby about coming over that weekend to get drunk and play some Minecraft. That’s when officer Buzzkill harshly pats him on the shoulder. “Officer Simons, go get the war bags.” Tommy gets off his ass with haste and runs to the equipment room hallway, saying a quick goodbye to his best friend.
By the time he has gotten the war bags and the back up long guns, Officer Quackity catches up with him. “Into the shop, boot.”
The “shop” in question is a black and white police issued vehicle with all the bells and whistles including sirens, obviously. You know that old saying? To “set up shop” yeah think that.
Anyways he goes to put the war bags (filled with first aid kits, gloves, paperwork for perps, basically everything a cop would need) and backup long guns into the shop trunk. He joins officer Quackity in the front seat. Tommy takes the drivers seat because it’s required and his training and because Quackity is too lazy to drive.
Early patrol is just an easy few calls ranging from a woman who got locked out of her car to some dumbass who decided to rob a convenience store. Who robs a damn Wawa? Dumbass criminals, that’s who. He feels kinda bad though. The guys pants fell down while he was trying to run away. Getting pansted by your own damn foot and mooning two police officers for robbing a damn Wawa has got to be embarrassing.
To add insult injury, his wife was out in the car. Completely unaware of her husband’s dumbassery till we had to inform her of it. She just facepalmed and yelled out the window. “i’m leaving you for Steve!” Now Tommy doesn’t know who Steve is but he’s got to be better than this idiot.
When they finally dropped off the idiotic soon to be divorcee in holding and got back out there on patrol, they immediately saw a driver run a red light. They pulled her over on a residential street right in front of a house with the garage door open. Light rock music starts playing out of the garage.
It’s a band and whoever is playing is very good at the electric guitar. Just as they walk up to the car for the driver’s car, the two cops hear the lead singer start singing.
“Is that a baton in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
Officer Quackity gives them a stern look and they stop for a moment while I ask for the driver’s license and registration.
Quackity looks away from the band for a moment to focus on my skills at conducting a traffic stop. That’s when the band decides to start up again.
“He puts short in shorty and he looks like he wants to chase me.”
I look up from my notepad for a moment to see the most beautiful man singing at my boss and me. Holy fuck. Let me tell you, even from all the way down the driveway and behind a car I can tell this man is totally my type.
“Cop cuties, cute and on duty. Navy blue booties, go ahead and lock me up. arrest me, but make it sexy!”
From just a glance, I can see his pretty boy face and fluffy brown hair that I want to tug till he screams my name. Quackity doesn’t seem quite as amused though. He starts approaching the band by walking up the driveway. The lead singer sees his unused face and stops singing.
“Sorry, sorry.” he takes his strumming hand off his sick electric blue guitar and holds his hands up in mock defeat. But when officer Quackity turns back just as I finish up the report about the woman speeding through the light. He signals to his band with his hand.
1
2
3
“Arrest me, but make it sexy. Sell me some meth, please. So I can get arrested by this daddy of a cop with his daddy walk, and his daddy cop arms, and his daddy cop butt! Ow!”
Quackity decides that he’s had quite enough of that and begins walking up the driveway again. That is quickly put to an end when one of the band members hits a button on the garage remote. It begins to slowly close as he begins to slowly walk towards it.
Tommy is doing his absolute fucking best not to laugh his ass off in front of his superior, but he can’t lie. He chuckles a little bit, but it thankfully isn’t heard over the sound of seriously catchy soft electric guitar.
He begins walking up with his boss, singing. “Arrest me, but make it sexy. Arrest me but make it sexy” while nodding his head to the beat. When Quackity looks at him with a glare, he says. “What? It’s catchy!”
The band continues to play as they drive off.
Ugh nothing he could do. His boss is pissed and the garage is closed. He wishes he could’ve asked for the man’s number though, because God was he cute.
A week later, they receive a noise complaint call. Nothing too out of the ordinary, people in LA are loud as fuck. But the weird thing is they requested them specifically. Huh, weird but nothing that brings many red flags. Some people prefer specific officers, who are they to judge?
Plus, it puts them in better faith with the general public, something that has been severely lacking in recent years. So they assumed it was just an ordinary call from somebody they had helped in the past who liked their vibe or somebody with a grudge against them. Ehh they have guns, it’ll be fine.
Little did they both know this call was about to be very out of the ordinary. Not in the way of they were about to get shot at by members of drug cartels but more in the way of… well. It’s just better to just tell you.
They arrive in a familiar residential neighborhood. Stepping out of their vehicle, they couldn’t hear anything loud. So Quackity says “Dispatch said it was a noise complaint?”
“Yes sir.” Tommy replies
“And they requested us specifically?”
“that’s what she said.”
“I guess we missed it” his boss says while looking side to side.
Across the street behind his boss, a familiar garage door opens and rock music starts up.
“is that a baton in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
Quackity’s face immediately falls to a frustrated grimace. Tommy on the other hand, well his eyes widen and his mouth opens. Not quite a jaw drop, but definitely a surprised look.
The band continues as his boss glares at the lead singer. The lead singer keeps singing with not a hint of worry on his face.
“Sir?”
“I got this.” Quackity states as he starts walking across the street towards the driveway.
Tommy, worried the hot singer is about to get shot (Quackity would never, or would he?) chimes up as he walks with his boss.
“This would be a great opportunity to teach me about de-escalating in policing!”
Officer Quackity holds his arm out, shutting Officer Simons up and walks onwards towards the band.
Just as he makes it up the driveway, an entire church chorus walks out the front door singing. Full gowns and everything.
“Cop cuties, cute and on duty!”
This brings the drop to Tommy’s jaw. Quackity proceeds to motion for Tommy to try to de-escalate the chorus. While he moves an inch closer to the band.
Just as he does so a van parked outside the house opens out, pops a woman doing a guitar solo. “How thought out was this????” Quackity thinks, but Tommy is just dancing to the vocalization of the chorus and the guitar solo.
He makes eye contact with the band again just as the lead singer sings. “Arrest me but make it sexy!”
His boss turns away and starts walking away in defeat. Tommy takes this opportunity to strategically look at the band and places his business card on the ground. It has his personal phone number on it, he hopes the lead singer takes the hint. They usually give those business cards to future Cis and domestic violence victims.
But hey, he’s not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. Writing out his number would take time that he does not have. Plus if he takes the hint, they could totally prank his boss.
They get into the shop and drive away. It’s that very same night when he gets a call from a random number.
“Is this Officer Tom Simons?” The man over the phone says.
“Yes and who is this?” Tommy responds, he gives his business cards to a number of people so this could be anyone. He’s rightfully suspicious considering his line of work.
“This is Wilbur, Wilbur Soot. I was in that band that called you about the noise complaint.”
“Oh yeah I remember that! You totally pissed off my boss! Great work!”
“Oh so that must mean you’re the shorty blondie with those pretty blue eyes, I saw you put your business card on my driveway and just had to call. You are quite the cutie pie you know that?”
Well, he definitely took the hint. Good. Maybe eventually… he can actually do what he thought of when he first saw him.
“Me? You’re out here serenading me and my boss, you already know you’re sexy.”
“Oh well I didn’t, but it’s nice to know how you feel.” He says provocatively.
“And you’re sure you didn’t get the wrong cop? I mean, “daddy cop” sounds like you’re more into my boss than you are into me.”
“Don’t get me wrong. He’s hot I mean that scar over his eye, that’s badass. But you’re the one I want.”
“Yeah he got that in a knife fight haha with some big gang leader guy called Technoblade. I recommend not asking him about it next time you try to serenade us. Oh and he’s married, to two happy husbands. One is a swat officer but he’d probably find the whole thing funny knowing sap.”
“I’ll make note of that. But next time it’ll just be you that I’m serenading, baby. That is, if you’ll go out with me.”
Tommy’s eyes widen as his smile grows, he almost starts kicking his feet like a little girl.
“Sounds like a date, where will you be taking me?”
“This music bar, my friend owns. Take your boss and his husbands too. should be a fun night. You free Saturday night?”
“Sure,see you then.”
Tommy spends the next few hours planning out what he will wear on Saturday night. By the time he gets through Friday’s shift, he is so ready to get drunk and prank his boss.
Outside of the bar Alex Quackity pulls up with his two husbands.
“This feels like payback for everything I put him through as a rookie, he knows I have court in the morning for that idiot who robbed that Wawa.”
Karl responds, in defense of Tommy. “Oh shush, he’s just excited to show us the new guy he’s dating.”
They walk in and see Tommy in a casual outfit that they had no idea he spent hours planning. Baggy jeans and white T-shirt with a soft light red barn jacket overtop. He sees them walk it and mumbles something to a friend before walking over.
“Hey! Thank you so much for coming.” He says before hugging Karl, they are besties outside of work. “I know it’s late” says Tommy. “Oh for us oldies?” Alex says snidely, jokingly. “No, that’s not what I said.” Tommy replies, continuing the banter. Wilbur walks towards them, Tommy hears footsteps and turns.
“Oh that’s Wilbur, Wilbur over here!” The mysterious man, yet familiar to Alex puts his arm around Tommy. “This is Alex and his husbands Sapnap and Karl.”
“It is so nice to officially meet you all.” Wilbur greets with a smile, holding out his hand.
“You too!” Karl says, giggling. Having heard a few things about him on the phone from Tommy. He takes the outstretched hand and shakes it with both hands.
“Nice to meet you man.” Sapnap says shaking Wilbur’s hand.
Alex Quackity on the other hand recognizes him, but can’t quite place from where. He shakes his hand anyways then says. “You look so familiar.”
“That’s a good one, I can see why Tommy invited you and don’t get me started how much he looks up to you! And both of you, I mean Karl, top notch detective? And swat officer Sapnap, remind me not to get on your bad side!” They all share a laugh before Wilbur gets called over and quickly says “Gotta go, I’m up!” and walks away.
“Isn’t he great?” Tommy asks.
“Yeah he seems nice!” Quackity replies.
“He’s so cute.” Karl says.
Tommy grins and walks towards the stage, the husbands following behind. When they make it to their table right up front. Alex pipes up. “i’m telling you I know this guy from somewhere” he says to Sapnap.
“Well actually about that-“ Tommy is interrupted by a roar of cheers as Wilbur enters the stage.
“Hello! We are Lovejoy and thank you for coming to the album release party!” Wilbur says to the crowd before directing his attention towards Alex. “I wanna give a special shout out to the OG daddy cop Alex Quackity, for being such a good sport.”
Quackity’s face drops as his head turns to Tommy.
“I was going to tell you, but… this is much funnier”
Wilbur takes control over the crowd once again by saying “This new single is dedicated to a very special man in the crowd tonight. Tommy, this is for you.”
Tommy can’t even be bothered by his sputtering boss and the look of anger on his face because what???
“I know you’re off duty, but even in blue jeans, that beautiful booty don’t quit.”
A laugh and a few squeals are heard throughout the audience.
“I don’t wanna bother you Officer hottie, but I just have to tell you something”
1
2
3
Clacks of a drumstick are heard before rock music starts up and the drums kick in.
“On the day, I saw an Angel walking down my street. I kept it short and he said sure to going out with me.”
Wilbur serenades him, looking directly in his eyes. Like the stage like the stage lights blinding him could never stop him from seeing the halo of his angel in the front row.
“I don’t know how, but I forgot to take his number down. I had to figure out a way to bring him back around.”
Oh my god, that’s why he made that second call! Not because he wanted to fuck with his boss, but because he wanted to fuck Tommy. “That damn mastermind” Tommy thinks with no animosity in his mind, but instead a large smile takes over his face.
“911, send your cutest! I know I shouldn’t do this. 911 he had these eyes.”
The eye contact was burning a hole straight through Tommy’s soul to his dick. Fucking hell this dude needs to get off that damn stage and in to his bedroom, yesterday.
“Now my days are all a daze of chasing flashing lights. I think he’s coming my way every time I hear a siren.”
Wilbur nods his head to the music but never breaks direct eye contact.
“Finally I just find him standing right outside my door he said, “Tonight‘s the night you’re gonna see me out of uniform.”—“
The chorus continues. But Tommy knows by the end of this night the prophecy Wilbur had just spoken will be coming true.
The set ends and surprisingly Quackity isn’t too upset. He can understand a good prank. He’s a fairly harsh training officer, but he can take a joke.
Wilbur and his band “lovejoy” apparently, clean up and put away all their equipment. Once Wilbur has everything squared away, Tommy is practically pulling him out the door.
They stumble out of the bar with their lips on each others and Tommy calls an Uber when his hands aren’t full with Wilbur’s ass. Suffice to say it took longer than necessary to call that Uber.
When they finally make their way to Wilbur house, Tommy shirt and pants are off the second they walk in the door.
“Like what you see handsome?”
Wilbur picks him up and carries into his bedroom bridal style in response. He gently places him down on his bed before slamming his hands on the bed on either side of Tommy’s head. Giving him a hungry look as he interlocks their lips.
Tommy gratefully accepts the kiss. The kiss breaks and Wilbur asks “Will you allow me to thank you for your service Officer Simons?” Tommy chuckles before smirking. “You better, grateful citizen.” Wilbur begins kissing down Tommy’s body, starting from his neck ending at Tommy’s happy trail.
A long tongue licks a strip up Tommy’s leaking dick. A warm mouth joins the party on Tommy’s pink tip. He sucks for a bit before swallowing down, taking as much as he can. No gag reflex, fuck that’s sexy. “Oh fuck yeah baby, take care of your Daddy cop.”
“Uh let’s stick with daddy. I’m not gonna be moaning out daddy cop.”
“Fair” Tommy says understanding the level of cringe before getting up, leaving Wilbur on the bed. “Now.. on your back Perp!” Tommy exclaims using his cop voice.
Woah that turns on Wilbur more than he thought it would. He thought he would be topping but hey you won’t see him protesting here.
Wilbur follows the order and asks. “Yes sir, or would you prefer daddy?”
“When you’re taking orders, sir. When you’re screaming my name, daddy.”
“Yes sir.” Wilbur replies with a smirk that infiltrates his voice.
“Are you gonna be a brat? Because if so I can make you follow my orders” Tommy responds to Wilbur’s bratty tone as he climbs on Wilbur’s lanky form, his slim muscular body making a stark contrast.
He used to look like Wilbur does but after hundreds of hours of physical activity on and off the job he is built like a (slightly skinny) Greek god. What? He’s still genetically skinny.
Wilbur is quivering in anticipation underneath him. Wanting to be a good boy and get on Tommy’s good side but at the same time, wondering what that enforcement would be. So he asks.
“What exactly would you do to get me to follow orders?” Wilbur asks cautiously with the slightest hint of a smile.
Tommy chuckles “This.” He replies before pinning Wilbur’s hands above his head.
Wanting to test exactly how strong his new cop boyfriend is he tests out how restrained he his is by wiggling his wrists. The attempt is futile. He is stuck under the boy he called a “shorty” woah was he wrong.
This man is a fucking weapon. And this might be weird but it makes him harder thinking about it. So much so that after that little futile attempt, he moans out loud. Without Tommy even touching his dick. Wow, he is a fucking sub for this man.
As if Tommy can read his mind he says “Are you getting turned on by this? Just from me restraining you?” Wilbur looks like a dear in headlights. “Well then let’s add something a little more interesting to the mix.” Tommy fully walks away and comes back with a pair of handcuffs from his jeans. Wilbur practically drools at the sight.
Tommy dangles the handcuffs from his index finger. “Don’t worry baby, I got the key but you’ll never see it if you’re not a good boy for daddy. Are you gonna be a good boy?” Wilbur nods so furiously he almost gives himself whiplash.
“I will need a yes sir.”
“Yes sir.”
“Mhmm good boy. Now let daddy make sure you follow his orders.” He flips Wilbur to his stomach and restrains the brunette with his hands bound in handcuffs behind his back, ass in the air. “Oh such a pretty ass, too bad it’s gonna be red from how much I’ll be spanking you tonight. Now, color?”
“Green sir, so fucking green. Keep going.”
Tommy spanks him. “I just asked for your color slut, not your opinion. If I wanted your opinion, I’d ask for it.” Wilbur’s cock leaks from the intensity of the slap and his eyes roll back in his head as he lets out a shaky. “Y- yes sir.”
“Good boy.” Tommy runs his hand over the slapped area, soothing the already red skin. He must be sensitive, mhm good. All the better for Tommy to take advantage of.
“I’m gonna finger you now, don’t want my good boy hurting when daddy fucks him like the slut he is. Aren’t you?” When Wilbur doesn’t respond, Tommy spanks his other cheek. Wilbur squeaks. “Aren’t you slut? I asked you a question.”
Wilbur huffs out. “Yes sir I’m your slut.”
“My slut? Oh why that’s all the better. I thought you were just a slut but knowing you’re my personal slut is much more gratifying. Now let’s get you prepped. Don’t even think about touching yourself. Oh wait you can’t” Tommy giggles like a freak.
“You’re restrained like a common criminal.”
“Mhmmm” Wilbur mumbles out, desperate for any kind of contact.
“Oh right.” Tommy grabs Wilbur’s waist for stability before putting three fingers on his lips. “Suck, slut.”
Wilbur tries to get out a yes sir but fingers quickly invade his mouth, it feels good though. Extremely good. Letting all the power slip from his hands and letting Tommy completely boss him around.
And Tommy, well he’s good at being a boss. A very fitting person to take the title of “daddy”.
Wilbur swirls his tongue around the digits in his mouth, making sure to wet them as much as possible. He has a bottle of lube but that’s all the way in his drawer. As soon as Tommy takes his fingers out of his mouth Wilbur bravely speaks up. “Permission to speak, sir”
“Speak.”
“I have a bottle of lube in my drawer.”
“What a good boy!” Tommy says as he ruffles his hair with the hand that isn’t covered in spit. “You deserve a treat for that. Let me get the bottle.” Tommy gets up and opens the drawer, grabbing it and ignoring the condoms inside it. He has a breeding kink and he’ll just lick the cum out of Wilbur later.
“Who wants a handjob while daddy fingers him hmm?” Tommy asks while standing by the nightstand as he stares at Wilbur’s already fucked out face. Wilbur excitedly says “Me! Me me me! Please daddy!” while waving his hands as much as he can while they’re in handcuffs behind his back.
“Only for my good boy!” Tommy replies with a grin before running back to behind Wilbur. He pours some lube directly on Wilbur’s ass just as he thrusts a single thick finger in. The other hand reaches under him and begins to stroke.
“Ohh daddy, be careful I might cum!”
“Already? We just began.” Tommy frowns mockingly.
“You’ve been edging me for like ten minutes!”
“Is that any way to talk to your daddy? No more treat!” Tommy takes the hand off and spanks him. He adds another finger at the same time to make add extra stimulation.
“Ohhhh FUCK! More daddy!” Wilbur exclaims in pleasure.
“Oh you want more? I’ll give you more.” The third finger is pushed right alongside the others and they start to scissor Wilbur insides. The man cannot stop moaning from the overwhelm so Tommy takes his time prying him open.
After a few minutes, Tommy makes another move he’s been wanting to do since he first saw the man. He grabs his head by his stupidly beautiful hair and forcefully turns his head, while continuing to thrusts his fingers unrelentingly. “I’m gonna fuck you now, is that ok with you baby?”
“Yes sir! So ok! So green! Fuck me daddy!” Wilbur practically moans out.
So Tommy takes that consent as permission to do what he’s been wanting to do for the whole evening. Fingers pop out and a much thicker tip takes their place. He quickly squeezes more lube from the bottle before speaking. “You ready to get fucked, slut?”
“Yes daddy!”
With that he carefully pushes in. Wilbur fucking yelps, like a bitch. Because, well he is one. Tommy’s bitch. And that bitch of his keeps yelping until he gets every inch inside of him. When he finally bottoms out, the brunette lets out a soft sigh, so light and airy is his voice. Like he is completely relaxed.
Let’s fix that, shall we?
Tommy pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in completely at full force.
Wilbur fucking screams. Tommy stops all the way in. “Color?”
“GREEN so fucking green! Keep going or I’ll break through these handcuffs and kill you!”
“Bad boy. Such hateful language, I suppose I’ll have to teach you some manners.”
“Are you gonna spank me daddy?”
“No, I’m gonna fuck you like the slut you are.”
Wilbur rolls his tantalizing hips, knowing how that will effect Tommy and says. “Mhmm yes please.”
Tommy lets his actions speak louder than his words.
He thrusts like a fucking crazed madman, like a druggie who needs his fix, like a cop chasing after a serial killer.
Wilbur takes it all like the freaky slut he is. He loves his daddy and loves his dick even more, the way it hits him in those hard to reach sensitive spots. Those spots that make him see stars.
Speaking of.
“OH DADDY! There right there!! Please daddy! god this feels ngh~ s- sooo fucking goooood!” Wilbur’s voice gets raspy at the end there from all the moaning.
“Daddy’s got you baby, I’m close baby.”
“I’m close too!”
“You cum when I tell you too.” Tommy orders.
“Yes sir!” Wilbur obeys.
Tommy keeps concentrating his thrusts on that one singular spot and hitting it dead on every time.
“Good boy! Such a fucking good boy!! Daddy’s gonna cum, cum for me baby!” Tommy praises the man under him, Wilbur drinks up the praise like a man deprived of water.
Tommy paints Wilbur’s insides white just after Wilbur spurts on the sheets under him.
“Mhmm such a good boy, the best boy daddy’s ever fucked.”
Wilbur, still deep in subspace replies. “That good daddy? Mhmm I love being your slut.”
Tommys mind kicks into aftercare mode. Starting with Tommy licking the cum out of an overstimulated Wilbur. He knows it kind of sucks, but having cum inside you in the morning is worse.
Wilbur directs him where his ibuprofen is in his bathroom as well as his rags. Tommy grabs those as well as a glass of water from downstairs. Handing the glass to Wilbur as long at two ibuprofen. Wilbur chugs the water after popping the pills.
The night ends with two snuggling men in a king sized bed, forgetting about the cum on his sheets. They’ll see the stain tomorrow and wash it, but that is entirely out of their concern now.
Right now, all that’s on their mind is each other and how good the other feels tangled up in their arms.