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iwanttoeatsomesushi · 11 days ago

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wanna be good

sam (stardew valley)/reader | ao3 sam makes a bet with sebastian that he can last two minutes in your mouth… he may have been overconfident wc: 1.5k cw: blow job, hand job, overstim, praise kink, sam is a good boy, a bit of cum play if you squint 18+ MDNI

it all started with a bet.

sam usually isn’t one to make bets he knows he’ll lose. not that he wins much, but at least he’s got enough self-preservation skills to avoid the situations he knows will end badly for him.

usually .

there are a lot of things to be said about sam, but one thing is certain – jodi didn’t raise a quitter. so when his stamina is brought into question – bet you can’t last two minutes in this one’s mouth, sebastian pointed at you, promptly chuckling as your mouth curled into a smirk – he jumps to defend himself. why of course he can last, he can last hours, all night even. okay, he’s not that delusional, but he is itching to prove sebastian wrong for once, to beat him at something .

“fuck, don’t do that–” sam pants, his face is already reddened as he looks down at you. big mistake. huge, actually. he should’ve kept his eyes shut, because one glance at your face, your lips wrapped tightly around his cock and eyes wide as you look up at him from your seat on the floor between his knees, and he’s gone . your damn eyes, they flutter as if asking whatever he means by that, as if you don’t know what you’re doing to ruin him. “your t-tongue… that wasn’t p-part of the deal!” he groans, throwing his head back. why was he that much of an idiot, thinking he could last, it’s been ten fucking seconds, the very moment your damn tongue grazes his tip he starts bucking his hips up like a lunatic, immediately whimpering like a puppy when he feels your warm mouth close.

you stop teasing him, poor boy is nearly deceased with the way his sensitive cock twitches inside your mouth. you don’t actually have to do anything, it turns out, he’s overstimulating himself. twitching from the comfortable warmth surrounding his tender tip, then wincing when he accidentally touches your tongue or the inside of your cheek.

it’s adorable, really, he’s cursing like you’ve never heard him do before, gripping the cushions of the couch, throwing his head back, lifting his hips… the boy doesn’t know what to do with himself. you murmur something that could be interpreted as are you alright but as you vibrate his leaking cock, sam whines, lifting his hips and nearly making you choke on him.

“ a-aaah i’msosorrysosorryshit fuck …” he tries to help, he really does, but in holding your face with his warm hands he only makes it worse for himself. “fuck!” he twitches again, the sight is too much for him, the way your eyes fill with tears when you gag on his cock, the way you look up at him trying to reassure him you’re okay, the way his hands feel your soft skin… his lips part and let out a guttural moan, spilling his load into your mouth. “i’m… i’msorryfuck… ” his hips thrust upwards a few more times, slowing down as he stops cumming, breathing heavily and softly whispering his deepest, most sincere apologies.

you’re left with little choice but to swallow his load, gently cleaning up his tip before opening your mouth and letting his still hard cock out.

it’s such a pretty sight, he looks like he’s done ten rounds in a ring, sweat glistening on his neck as his throat bobbed with the heaviness of his gulps.

“sam…” you start, not moving from the floor, but placing your palm on his thigh, rubbing slow circles over his jeans while he lifts his head with great effort, looking at you with that blissed out face, rosy cheeks and parted lips.

“fuck… i’m so sorry, i thought i could–”

“oh shut up, stop apologizing.” you interrupt him, shaking your head. “you did okay,” you lie, “i won’t tell anyone it’s only been–” checking your watch, you can’t help but chuckle, “one minute.”

with a groan, he drops his head back again, disappointed in his skill, thinking he’s going to be teased relentlessly about this, especially after he’s talked such a big game at the saloon earlier today.

“i’m so done for…” he complains, rubbing his palms over his face.

“i won’t tell, promise.” you chew on your lip for a moment, looking down to appreciate his girthy cock, still hard… and dangerously close to your lips again. “we can try again.”

your words strike like lightning into his spine, making him snap his head forward like you’ve grown a second head or turned completely purple.

“a-again?” he stutters, blinking rapidly as if clearing his head from the first orgasm.

“i’ll go easy on you, maybe we can start a little different, hm?” carefully, you wrap your hand around his girth, observing as he sharply inhales, and start slowly stroking him. “maybe with my hand first, yeah?”

sam’s hair is a damn mess, perfectly mirroring the state of his mind as he feels your grip on his cock. he nods, still breathing heavily and not trusting his hands. his long fingers dig into the couch cushion, knuckles going white as he grips it tightly, trying to keep everything in, but once a glob of your spit drips onto his tip he can’t stop the monumental moan that leaves him.

“ oooohhhh– ah j-just like that…” sam closes his eyes this time, determined to last more than a minute, maybe even aim for two.

his hips wiggle as your hand glides, wet with saliva, up to his tip and gently slides back down. you build it up, the grip consistent as he tries hard not to buck his hips up into your hand, tries to breathe evenly. slowly, carefully you lower your head, pressing just a simple kiss to his tip, but even that has him leaking precum, twitching in your hand, holding onto a sliver of self-control.

“a- ahhhh please… pleaseplease i need– i need to…” he pleads in a breathless voice, once again bucking up, desperately chasing the warmth of your lips.

“slow down, sam, be good.” your voice soothes him, but a moment passes and he registers what you’ve said.

“h-huh? what… what did you say?” he groans out, pushing the words in between little gasps of breath as your thumb gently swipes across his cock head, gathering the salty liquid and using it to help you glide better.

“be good, you can be a good boy for me, right?” your syrupy voice hits the spot. his hips lift a little higher, as do his whimpers. a smile crosses your face, a little devious as you lean in again, swiping your warm tongue on his cock. “oh you liked that, didn’t you? you wanna be a good boy for me?” you pause, feeding on his desperate sounds, on the way his hands hold onto the couch until they’re shaking, itching to close around the strands of your hair and pull .

“please…” he swallows, not daring to open his eyes, “please… more–” a strangled cry leaves him as you close your lips just around his pink tip, sucking off the quickly leaking precum. “ o-ohhh fuck please, need– a-aahhh i need t’...” sam whimpers pathetically, he keeps cursing, pleading with you, begging for nothing, unable to string a coherent sentence. “pleaseplease ohhhh so good, so good…”

“ good , you’re being good for me, sam, taking it really nicely.” you take a moment to listen to his pleas before whispering, “sweet boy, sam, that’s a good pup.” with a gentle sigh you wrap your lips around his cock again, lowering your hand to the girthy base, stroking him tenderly while your cheeks slowly hollow out. keeping your eyes on his blushed face, keeping your ear out for his higher pitched moans, you glance at your watch, speeding up slightly before releasing him from your mouth. “you gonna be good for me and cum? come on, sweet puppy, you should cum for me.” a few consecutive gasps fall from his soft mouth, followed by a curse and a whimper.

sam quickly lifts his hips, fucking up into your hand, and spills once more, pearly white strings of cum dripping over your fingers, under and between them as you stroke him until he stills.

slumped against the seat, his head swings forward, chin touching his chest as he sighs, finally daring to open his eyes to look at you. his eyes focus on your tongue licking the mess of your hand, sucking on each fingertip as you clean it of his release. sam’s hands ball into fists, he shouldn’t touch you, it’s too intimate, it’s too familiar. it’s not a part of the deal.

“two minutes and three seconds,” you say, “you did it.” with a smug smile, you lift yourself off the floor, sitting on the couch beside him with a small huff.

“i… did it?” he can hardly believe his ears. he lasted two minutes with you, he can finally say he’s won a bet against sebastian. he leans back again, breathing deeply, feeling another twitch in his cock as it grows hard once more. “wanna go for three minutes?” he sounds too smug for a man in his position, overstimulated to high heavens and barely functioning after being praised.

his cheek only earns him a chuckle and a playful smack on the chest, causing him to snicker as he throws an arm over your shoulder to bring you a little closer to his body.

“good boys don’t test my patience, sam.” you tease, leaning your head against his chest, already thinking of the next time you get to fluster him until he breaks.

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iwanttoeatsomesushi · 11 days ago

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boss makes a dollar, i make a dime, that's why i fuck on cumpany time

sam (stardew valley)/fem!reader | ao3 sneaking into joja warehouse to be with sam during his break… need i say more? wc: 2.2k cw: joja mart, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms (sam), praise kink, semi-public sex, creampie 18+ MDNI

the joja mart warehouse hasn’t always been a mess. sam always says there was a week when everything was in its place, and then he got hired so naturally all hell broke loose.

there’s a speaker in the far corner of the large room. static spills from it alongside some corny overplayed pop song, but sam’s mood can't be ruined by something as trivial. no, he's nursing a fat boner, has been since you sent him a sneaky selfie as you were getting dressed, not showing your face, but instead a delicious view of your cute bra and a very tasty underboob.

he’s counting down seconds until he can go on his lunch break, especially since you are supposed to join him. he will let you in through the staff entrance, just like many times before, and sneak you into the warehouse.

there's a nice, cozy space between two old shelving units where sam used to sit and read comic books, then sit and eat lunch, and then sit and jerk off to photos and videos you'd sent him, all starring your plump tits, your bouncy ass, those sweet, sweet wet folds that got parted by your gentle finger as you moaned out his name, telling the camera how much you missed him. he can never grow tired of hearing it, hearing the wet noises your pussy made when you'd stick your finger inside, the resolution of the video so high he would get tempted to lean in and lick the damn screen.

you don't send him videos anymore, not at work. since the back door camera got miraculously busted about a month ago, he’s been sneaking you in almost every day, taking you to that cozy space between the two old shelving units and fucking you senseless, right in between the crates of joja cola cans.

his alarm couldn’t go off any sooner, it barely rings when he already pushed the door to the warehouse open, sliding his key card through the reader and nearly started running towards the exit. you're already waiting there, sparkle in your eyes upon seeing him so damn excited. he takes a moment to look at you, to calm his speeding heart, to drink in your radiance.

fuck, if he wasn't so damn horny he would take you out for a picnic, sit down with you and hold your hand as you tell him about your day, as you listen to some music sharing his earphones, as you giggle and twirl in your sundress and tuck your hair behind your ear while he leans in to press a chaste kiss to your cheek and another to the corner of your mouth, making sure to take off the dot of whipped cream you have there. but the press of his erection gets even more painful when he lays eyes on the little dress you're wearing. you're really not making things easier for him.

unceremoniously, he drags you inside, already kissing you before even shutting the door fully, holding your waist with one hand while the other cups your cheek, lips attaching to yours desperately like you're his personal oxygen mask. he's obsessed with the way you always find a way to giggle into the kiss, the corners of your lips tugging while he desperately tries to hold on, drink in your every sound, drowning out the static overlaying another shitty pop song dripping through the stupid speaker in the corner.

the sound of you fills his chest, his ears, his head. his cock twitches in his boxers and sam bucks his hips towards you as your back meets the shelving unit. quickly, with practiced movements he picks you up and sets you onto the appropriate shelf, positioned to be perfectly level with his hips.

how funny, you once said, it's clearly meant to be. yeah, meant to be because sam had lifted the fucker and stuck a big chunk of wood under all four posts, making sure they're identical, making sure everything is stable and the height is perfect for when he grows a pair and throws a rock at the security camera outside the door. now it's your spot, he can't imagine anything else being on that shelf that isn't your ass, your perfect body being fucked by him for as long as he can handle at breaks.

with one quick motion he lifts your dress, uncovering a cute, heart themed pair of panties. sam slides his hand under the elastic and tugs them off, instinctively pushing them into the pocket of his uniform for later. now your sweet little dripping cunt is right there for him to see. with an almost whiny groan, he looks down at your pussy and back at your face, seeing the redness spread over your cheeks like every time he exhibits feral behavior.

by this point he thought you'd get used to it, but each day carries a new way he surprises you, making you shy with the way he devours you with his eyes.

while he leans his forehead against yours, grounding himself in the moment, you work your way through the zipper of his uniform, following it with his boxers, now half-way down his thighs as that girthy, unfairly big cock springs out and slaps against his abdomen. already twitching and leaking, he guides it to your soft opening, parting your thighs while he kisses your lips once again, murmuring sweet little pleas in between kisses, holding the back of your head with one hand.

your arms wrap around his neck, he's almost in, almost. sam nearly folds as soon as your warmth sucks in his tip, he nearly finishes right then and there, making for a very short lunch break. it's alright, he's alright, you keep reminding him. your voice breaks him out of the spiral he's got himself into, and instead makes him focus. he pushes into you a little further, eliciting a strangled moan from his own throat and a lewd, sultry one from yours.

yoba's soggy underwear, how are you always so damn sexy?! here he is, trying not to be a one-stroke-wonder even though you've fucked nearly every day since getting together, surely he should be used to it by now. and you're a damn goddess with your plump thighs, sugary moans, and a warm cunt just begging to be fucked. bottoming out, he throws his head back and groans, already twitching with stimulation while you lean in and pepper little warm kisses over his neck.

“thaaat's it,” you drawl, feeling him relax against you, slumping his head now against your shoulder as he moves his large hands to your thighs, “suuuuch a good boy, sam.”

it's those two words, good boy, that make him so damn needy whenever you utter them. they drag a whimper out of his throat every time without fail. his hips push against yours despite being all the way in, he wants to give you everything and more . the slow strokes of his cock dragging in and out of you pull the same little noises from your throat as they do from his, your lips seek out his, exchanging sounds and breaths before connecting into a sweet kiss.

it’s one of those times, when he’s pent up but wants to prolong it as much as he can. wants to spend the whole break just feeling you around him. and how good he was at it, kneading your thighs with those nimble fingers, calloused fingertips digging into your flesh as he pulls back and pushes forward, his curses slipping in between your juicy lips, the moment before he’s silenced once more by your little moan. he slides along your silken walls so slowly, dragging out every movement to feel you better, to enjoy every inch of you as you tighten and relax around his cock.

“a- ahhh that’s s’ good babe, mmmphhh please…” he groans into your mouth, as slow strokes of his hips, guided by your ankles locked behind his back, make you moan so sweetly, sweeter than the maple bars he loves so much.

“right th- oh right there, baby… so good–”

“a-again please…” he begs, needs to hear you tell him how it feels.

he’s losing his damn mind, it’s leaving him in the breaths that mingle with yours, leaving in the press of the tip of his cock against your spongy sweet spot, the one that makes you tighten around his shaft, suffocating him and making him dizzy. he loses track of how many times he’s pushed his twitching length inside you, loses the number of times you’ve made his head spin with your sweet little comments.

“that’s m-my good boy, oh i’d do anything f-for you baby…” you purr into his mouth, capturing his gentle lips in another wet, sloppy kiss as your soaked pussy swallows him again. again, again , until he cums the first time.

he barely acknowledges it with his body, continuing with the slow pace, only pausing for a moment longer once his balls are pressed against your wet cunt. sam keeps kissing you, his teeth grip onto your bottom lip and tug, moaning in time with you, digging his fingers deeper into your flesh.

“sweet… sweet boy…” words drip like honey from your tongue and he catches them, tongue scooping them back into your mouth, torn between letting you praise him and licking into your mouth. “s-so good to me, m- mmph sam.. feel s’ good, g- ah good boy–”

sam whines, feeling his hips stutter every time you say those words, but he doesn’t speed up, he drags his strokes out even longer, even lazier.

“m-more,” he whispers, licking your bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it, “more, tell me… tell me more, please .” the last word is barely a breath as he lets go of your thighs, instead cupping your face and holding it still as he grinds his hips against yours.

“m- mmmph w-why, you wanna–” your words are stolen out of your mouth, he’s dragging his tongue against yours just like he drags his cock along your walls, “–wanna hear how sweet you are, hmm?”

he hums, tilting your head up so he can kiss along your jaw, nipping the skin as he makes his way to the sensitive spot under your ear. pressing his tongue against it and flicking it against your earlobe, he lets out a barely stifled moan directly into your ear. your walls instantly close up, squeezing him so tightly that he needs to pause, taking quick, desperate breaths as he tries to stay somewhat alert until you relax and let go.

“babe… babe please– oh fuck .” he feels himself rush over the edge and, as soon as he starts moving, he cums, slowly feeling it drip out of his sensitive tip while he resumes that slow, languid pace.

second load already behind you, he whimpers into your ear, holding onto a thread of sanity as his lips trace the shape of your ear, pleading with you to… anything. to have mercy on him, to stop being so damn perfect, to curse him, praise him, kiss him. to take all of his cum and keep it nice and warm inside you as he glides in and out of you. his words turn incoherent, a blabbering mess of noises as his hips stutter again and he tenses, holding your face a little tighter and bringing his lips to yours again. he nearly sucks out the breath from your lungs, snapping his hips a little harder, getting desperate for one more release.

“saaaam–” you drawl again, higher in pitch as his hip bones dig into your soft thighs with harder thrusts.

“ sam, your break has been over for two minutes, return back to work. ” the speaker sounds, breaking up words with static, but the message is clear.

“n-no… look at me,” you bring a hand to the side of his face and tilt it towards you, “at me, sam. mmm that’s good,” he zeroes in on the glossiness of your eyes, on the dilated pupils that drink in his blushed face and the sweat on his forehead, “be m-my good boy, y-yeah?”

it’s enough for him, sam nods like an obedient little thing and snaps his hips a few more times, taking you to another dimension before spilling his cum inside you one last time, stilling completely as he takes a few more sloppy kisses from your lips, slowly pulling out with your shaky legs spreading to let him look at the result. the sweetest sight he’s ever laid his eyes on, dripping sticky liquid on your shelf, the flowy sundress making you look sweeter than ice cream on a hot summer’s day.

“go,” you sigh, looking up at the malfunctioning speaker, “i’ll clean up and meet you outside when you fin–” you chuckle, quickly changing your choice of words, “when your shift’s done.”

sam groans, reluctantly pulling his boxers and pants back up and leaning in for another quick kiss and a glance down at your dripping cunt.

“love you babe.” he shoots that sweet smile at you before turning and dragging himself back into the store, leaving you to clean yourself up with joja branded wet wipes. before slipping out through the back door, you chuckle as you feel the air on your naked pussy, thinking about the pink heart pair of panties stuffed into sam’s pocket.

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iwanttoeatsomesushi · 11 days ago

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gonna post my entire stickman reaction pic collection

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iwanttoeatsomesushi · 11 days ago

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sam made me question myself if im not actually just a gay man and all he did was skating being a guittarist and casually playing games on his phone for 3 hours straight every saturday

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iwanttoeatsomesushi · 1 month ago

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I NEED HIM SO BAD

i absolutely adore you’re writing!! if requests aren’t welcome, please feel free to ignore this, but i was curious on your take on what a jealous sam would look like? 👀

ᴀ/ɴ: BIBEEDEE BABEEDEE BOO! I was super busy last week, but I found time and wrote this during my stay at the airport! I decided to try out little headcanons at first, but this could be made into a whole fic, actually... BUT - I hope you will enjoy jealous Sam nonetheless, dear Anon~ Thank you so, so much for your request <3

ᴘᴀɪʀɪ��ɢ: Sam (SDV) x GN!reader

ᴡᴄ: 415 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: mentions of jealousy sex, mentions of PDA?

☾ Jealous!Sam - better let sleeping dogs lie. ☽

✧ Sam's eyes will be clouded in a fog of jealous possessiveness, his strong arm wrapped around your waist tightly, pulling you close to his side just to show you're his.

✧ Sam being jealous also means that he will stare daggers at whoever you're talking to, puffing out his chest in an attempt to make himself seem more threatening and to keep them away from you, chin held high and an obvious scowl on his sharp features.

✧ Depending on how jealous Sam is, his PDA will pick up. Kissing your head, your cheek, nuzzling his face into your hair, just because he can, and they don't.

✧ At some point Sam will grow impatient. He will try to get your attention, place it back on him where it belongs. His hands sliding in your back pocket, squeezing your ass, running long fingers up your waist. You belong to him now, don’t you? And you have wasted enough of your precious time on them, he will think. And oh, of course Sam knows how to touch you, even when he must do so subtly.

✧ As soon as you get home, Sam will be all over you. Leaving visible, dark hickeys. Fat and glowing for the world to see, just to show who you really belong to. He will fuck you into the mattress all sloppily, switching from a slow pace so he can tell you how good you are to him, how much he loves you, to a fast place to whimper how you're his and only his. His lips will leave little, wet kisses all over your warm skin, hoping that your body will smell like him once you're done. He will cum inside of you, filling you up to the brim only to fuck you a second time, this time releasing over your stomach and legs, a tired, satisfied grin on his face when he sees you all fucked out, covering in his markings.

✧The next day Sam will gush about you. Tell everyone who will listen - well, he will tell everyone, he doesn't care if they will listen - how great you are, how much he loves you. He will scrabble little hearts with your initials on Joja boxes and send pictures to you, because why shouldn't the world know? Shane will be absolutely beaten after the shift he has to share with Sam, simply because he has heard all about you, but he for sure will know not to make Sam jealous. Ever.

#hear me out #i need him so bad #sam stardew valley save me

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iwanttoeatsomesushi · 2 months ago

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Hello ~ I just binged all of your Sam fics and am obsessed!! I would love to see your take on what happened during Sam's 10 heart event if you stay in the bed hehe. Thank you for your writing!!

ᴀ/ɴ: Thank you so much for the compliment and the request. It really, really means a lot to me. I simply love writing Sam as a pussy-whipped slut. I hope you enjoy, thank you for your time!

☾ ʜɪᴅᴇᴏᴜᴛ ☽

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x Fem!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 3402 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: creampie, mentions of blood, drool, fast sex, mentions of being caught, I guess?

"Well, don't do too many push-ups, then. Good night, dear."

The click of the door signaled that Jodi had left the room, the sight that left Sam only verifying your assumption. Still, you waited. Quietly, patiently. There was no need to rush now, was there? And besides, Sam's bed smelled _so_ good. Like vanilla and cola, like fresh air. Like him.

"Shit...I'm sorry. You can come out now."

You didn't want to. Surrounded by his scent and the warmth that your position beneath the yellow sheet had caused, you felt comfortable and safe. Still, Sam could watch you shift around before your head popped up from below the bed sheet. Your hair was ruffled, and your cheeks were red. If from the rush of having to hide, or embarrassment, he didn't know. But he knew he himself was bushing due to the two things combined. He hadn't wanted to hide you, but he was painfully aware that the whole town would have known about...this had his mom seen you. And he didn't even know if you wanted this.

He gave you a smile, small and sheepish. "I'm sorry for hiding you-"

"Your bed is comfortable," you interrupted, stretching your body before slowly lifting the yellow sheet. "Try it. It's a really good hideout."

For a moment, his orbs were filled with disbelief. Confusion, even. That didn't last long, though, the look on his face quickly being swept off and replaced with a lighter one, maybe one of relief. Feeling Sam almost jump on the bed and snuggle up to you, you realized it had been a look of excitement.

His arms felt warm and heavy around you, and there was no other choice but to give in to this comforting touch.

"You know...," he murmured, snapping the rubber band around his wrist behind your back. "I usually put on rubber bands when I don't want to forget something. But this time this was unnecessary...I mean. I... I could never forget how I feel about you, you know?"

Your heart was beating up in your throat, and your breathing was now heavier. You tried to find words.

Really, you did. But all you could do was form a smile on his lips, the throbbing of your heart in your throat screaming at you to make it calm enough for him to go on.

To your great joy, Sam did. "Y'know...I...well. I haven't felt like this about anyone ever...and I-I...y'know."

Say it. Yoba, please.

"I always knew there was something special between us. That..that I really like you," he whispered, gently gripping your chin.

The smile that was plastered on your lips stayed put until you felt Sam's soft ones against yours. You heard your blood rushing in your ears as you flung your arms around his neck, kissing him back.

It started out so soft, so gentle. Mouths moving in sync, whispering the words neither of you had found in your awkwardness without using words.

You seriously didn't know how it could have escalated like this; Sam's tongue was in your mouth now, dominating yours as you eagerly sucked on it. His large hands were tracing up and down your sides, until they finally found the hem of your shirt, vanishing beneath the fabric before you could do as much as even lift it.

You moaned when the palms of his hands pressed against your tits, a sound that riled Sam up. His head was spinning, and he was pretty sure it was because of the lack of blood which slowly made its way elsewhere.

Actually, that was a lie. His dick was hardening faster than he would have ever wanted to admit, and your leg wrapping around his slender hips certainly didn’t help. He could feel the heat of your lower body matching his now, and Yoba did it feel good.

“Sam,” you whimpered in his mouth that pressed sloppy kisses to yours. Only now did he realize that his fingers were pinching your nipples through the lacy fabric of your bra, leading you to grind into his erect penis. It was so tempting, after all. Right there, hot and throbbing against you. “Mhh?” he grunted back, but the time he gave you to react was barely non-existent as his sloppy tongue entered your mouth again, teeth cluttering together when you inched closer.

Neither of you cared, too involved in the heat of the moment. Sam’s long fingers wandered behind your back, unclasping the hooks of your bra and pulling it from beneath your shirt.

The piece of clothing landed in the middle of his room without much more regard to it, fingers now pressing down on the exposed flesh, hard enough to send little waves of pleasure through you, but not hard enough to satisfy the greedy hunger that was growing within you, to ease the wetness pooling between your legs.

As if reading your thoughts, he moved his head. Your lips separated with a smack and the moment you didn’t feel them on yours anymore, you craved more. The softness of them, his tongue sloppily massaging yours; the taste of his spit. You wanted it again, felt so lost without them until they met the heated skin just below your skin.

“You are so pretty,” Sam cooed, sucking the skin in his mouth. The wetness combined with the warmth made your head spin, your hips bucking forward in a search for more, more, more. What you were met with caught you both by surprise and yet filled you with contentment as the blond pressed you into the mattress, his face now hovering above yours. “Fuck, I know this is fast-“

“Just fuck me,” you whispered back, voice just barely above a whisper. You at least had to try and be quiet in here, didn’t you? After all, Jodi could hear and check up on you again.

Sam didn’t seem to share the same kind of sentiment; the moan that left his swollen lips – you must have bitten down too hard when you kissed – was loud, edging on a whimper. Even his face looked like he was already close to his orgasm, a sliver of drool falling from the corner of his mouth as he took you in.

You wanted to urge him on some more, slowly but surely growing impatient by the slowing pace, yet you didn’t have to. Long fingers found the waistband of your pants, and with one, strong tug, you felt air caress the skin of your thighs. Your breath was just barely able to hitch before your panties found their way to the ground next. Blue eyes were drawn to your pussy, staring at the glistening wet between the plush of your thighs. You bit your lower lip and spread them slowly for him, allowing him a more exposed view of what he was craving.

Sam couldn’t take his eyes off you, the look in them was one you would have never been able to describe. So full of lust and desire. His tongue was now sticking from beneath his teeth, the tent in his pants so obvious it was rewarded by a moan coming from you.

You couldn’t be quite sure what was going on behind those pretty eyes of his, but you definitely felt like he was fucking you with eyes.

“You okay, Sammy boy?” you asked, letting your fingers dance down your own body. You pinched your nipples for him, enjoying the way his eyes followed each and every move. They followed your finger, all the way down to your clit where it now was rubbing gentle circles into the bundle of nerves. You threw a small, breathless moan in his direction, watched how he licked his lips. One time, two times. His cock was twitching in his pants, you could see it strain against the fabric. Even now he looked absolutely delicious. “Don’t you wanna fuck me?”

That seemed to bring the blond back to life. His hand flew to the fly of his pants, shaking fingers trying to slide it down. But it seemed that the zipper tried to punish him for his sudden impatience, getting stuck more often than it slipped down. You watched with an amused look in your eyes, yet if you had to be honest, this was killing you. It felt absolutely amazing to be desired in such an open, shameless way, and yet it was like your pussy was throbbing with agony over the fact that Sam wasn’t acting on it. “Come on, Sammy boy, ah fuck,” you sighed, tilting your head back into the pillow, your hips bucking upwards just as though they were inviting him. His scent was still surrounding you, which only turned you on more.

A moan was to be heard, coming right from the man towering above you. “You clenched around nothing,” he whispered, albeit his words were more stammered than coherently formed. You grinned to yourself, which was harder than it seemed because the pleasure you felt from adding pressure to your sweet little clit had you scrunching up your face. “And to think, all this time, it could have been you.”

Something wet touched your thigh. You did not need to look down to know that Sam had drooled on you, but what you hadn’t expected was to hear a ripping sound. Your head shot up, and you saw that Sam had simply ripped his jeans. The blue fabric hung loosely around his hips now, though not for much longer. Without even a moment to blink, you could hear the sound of Sam’s cock smacking against his stomach.

Your throat tightened upon seeing it; it was big and red with how hard it was. A piercing adorned the drooling tip, and if you looked closely, you could see globs of pre-cum dribble down the thick shaft, kissing the pulsing veins along the way. “Finally- Fuck!” You gasped out, spreading your legs wider in an attempt to accommodate the red tip that was prodding at your entrance already. “Gonna be..shit, you’re..suckin’ me in so good, baby,” he breathed, closing his eyes in a desperate attempt to at least regain a small amount of composure. But your cunt – holy fuck, your cunt was pretty, so, so, pretty – sucking his tip off so well… how could he? He couldn’t, because there was no composure left.

His knuckles turned white as he slowly pushed forward, pierced tip entering you, just for his shaft to stretch you slowly. The movement of his pale hips was accompanied by a low moan that tore from the place of heated pleasure you felt deep within you. He had to stop- just had to. He was about to cum, fill you up despite not even being halfway in. You simply sounded so sweet, and your squishy walls were so wet, so welcoming. So… tempting.

That was why it wasn’t his fault! It really wasn’t – not at all. His hips did what they wanted, shoving forward quickly before he could stop himself. The moan that filled the room now came from two bodies but entered the air as one. Sam was big. Stretching your walls in an almost uncomfortable way, especially since he reached so deep. Your world seemed to spin; the only thing you could actually focus on was the face of pure pleasure above you. A thin layer of sweat had formed on his forehead, strands of blonde hair sticking to his face. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, eyes searching yours.

The bright blue sea had turned into a dark one now, and you could have drowned in them. If there had been the time.

Sam pulled out of you, only a little at first, just to thrust forward again. His eyes still were plastered on your face, gauging your reaction. You sucked in a sharp breath through your gritted teeth. Another thrust; again he was still filling you up almost completely, just to thrust into you, bottoming out. This thrust felt better than the first one, much better. And fuck, his pretty, pretty face. He was focused, working hard to not just lose control. You could see it in the way he was staring at you, in the way he bit his lip hard enough for it to draw blood. His brain might have switched to standby, but he still didn’t want to hurt you. Even if he felt like a bitch in heat right now, your comfort was his highest priority.

“Sam-“ you breathed as another short thrust filled you up. The sound of his name mixing with pleasure leaving your sweet mouth, swollen from the kisses you had shared, it all was too much. He had seriously attempted to take it slow, but his hips moved faster than his brain could think.

He leaned down to kiss you again, and this time you could not only taste his saliva but also the metallic taste of blood. You sucked on his lower lip, feeling a sudden emptiness threatening to wash over you. That feeling didn’t last long, though as Sam quickly fucked his dick back inside of you. Short, deep thrusts had now become long ones, and his hips moved fast enough to make your body bounce. Your tits jumped along with his fast rhythm, not that you cared. All you cared about was the feeling of being so perfectly full, of having his lips press kisses all over you. “So fuckin’ hot, ya know that? Listen to your pussy, baby- fuck you’re suckin’ me off,” he gasped, one hand moving beneath your thigh to push it towards your bouncing chest. The stretch his girthy dick caused was long forgotten, and again you felt the desire to have more. Lucky for you, Sam was happy to deliver.

His hips humped into you with a fast speed – the blonde wasn’t one to thrust hard, but he did thrust deep. The squelching sounds of your cunt trying to suck his wettened dick back in whenever he left you filled the room, just like Sam’s whimpers and whines of your names. He tried to busy his mouth by leaving wet spots all over your body, here and there he even was able to focus enough to suck a hickey into your flesh. Yet you doubted that it was to stay quiet; you yourself didn’t even care much anymore.

You moaned his name shamelessly, your hands finding the fabric of his shirt, fingers twisting into it. You were sure that your nails dug crescents into the skin despite the thin layer of protection, but even if you did, it didn’t seem like Sam cared. Quite the opposite, actually. Lapping at your nipple through your shirt, his hips pounded into you what he had tried to tell you before.

That he found you amazing, absolutely gorgeous. That he wanted you and needed you to be his. Even though no words were shared, your body seemed to understand, nonetheless. Working with Sam, your hips bucking up to allow him deeper. “Such..such a good girl,” he praised, the faltering of his voice, however, was a clear enough sign that he had long lost all senses of control. His dick was fucking you fast, the bed beneath you creaking dangerously, but why should he have cared? Fuck, he wanted to fuck you through the mattress, break the damn bed, too. It didn’t mean he would have stopped. “Sam!” Your moan was now high pitched, eyes clenching close. You were nearing your climax; the way you clenched around him only proved it further. It was like your pussy was scared of him to stop, trying to prevent him from slipping out of you before you could get your sweet release.

Sam was in quite a similar position. His eyes for once had left your face, now following how well your cunt took his dick. Watching how you swallowed him whole, and how he pulled out with some more wetness covering his pulsing dick. He wasn’t sure if it was his precum or your wetness, maybe it was both. What he did know was that he wanted more. Despite his balls already pulling tight, he sped up his hips. Hands clinging onto your body to refuse you all opportunities to escape, he humped into you as if his life depended on you. Droplets of spit from his lolling tongue landed on you, but they didn’t get the string of moans and begs that now left your mouth to cease.

Suddenly, it was there. Grabbed you, threw you in the air. Your toes curled, your back arching upwards as you tried to chase Sam’s dick with your hips, your eyes rolling back in your skull. Your orgasm pulsated through you in a way that made your face and legs feel numb, and still feel the pounding into your cunt.

“Fuck, go- where do you want me-“

You were barely able to form the words that described the desperate, hot need you felt. His dick was twitching within you, and you knew he was dangerously close to the edge. Sam was panting now, his head slowly falling back. Your high was still lingering, yet the perverted need that filled your head needed to be spoken out.

“Fill me up,” you begged, your voice barely above a strained whisper, but it was enough for the blonde.

A sharp slam forward made the bed creak and the headboard slam into the wall, though the feeling that washed over you distracted you way too much. Ropes of hot cum filled you up, marking your bullied walls as Sam’s property. His head was still thrown back, his thighs twitching as he whimpered your name, voice a pitch higher than normal, and yet he shamelessly exposed what you did to him. The load that filled you up was much more than anticipated, and yet it was the only thing that could have filled the pit in your stomach that had been feeding on greed and lust for Sam.

Panting replaced the sound of skin against skin, the sound of moans as the blonde finally pulled you out, biting his lower lip when he saw some cum drip from your pretty cunt. He dropped down next to you in exhaustion, one arm immediately wrapping around you.

“Fuck,” the two of you breathed in unison, just to share a laugh. Sam smiled at you, tiredly, but also contently. You gave him a small smile back, before pressing your lips together in a last, sleepy kiss.

You had slipped out through the window with Sam after the blond had helped you clean up. He had removed any trace of dried spit and cum that he had been able to find, even though it had been much to your dismay. The walk to your farm had been quiet, but a silence that was comfortable. Your hand was wrapped in Sam's, the blond carrying a goofy smile on his tired face. The sun had just begun to rise when Sam and you shared another kiss on the front porch of your house, promising one another to meet again the very same afternoon, and Sam had left your farm both feeling giddy and totally exhausted.

He slipped in through the window of his bedroom, just barely able to get the sheets off of his bed when he heard someone clear his throat behind him. Turning around, he was met by his mom. One of her arms was crossed over her chest, the other held up a bra.

“Samson,” she began, one brow cocked. “I thought I raised you better.”

Blood shot in his cheeks, his brain whirring as he tried to come up with a way to explain things, but Jodi just shook her head.

“Hiding a nice girl like her; she deserves better than that, Samson! Here. I put her bra in the wash and dryer, so at least be a gentleman this time and give it back to her.”

He felt like the blush that had blossomed on his cheeks had now wandered to his lips, making them too heavy to speak. Instead, he stared at his mom, with his mouth open.

Jodi rolled her eyes, throwing the bra at him. “You know, there was a time when I was young, too,” she said, already turning to leave his room. Sam looked at the piece of clothing in his hands, swallowing thickly.

“Oh, and Sam?”

It was the first time he had been able to speak: “Yes, mom?”

“Next time you do “push-ups”, be quieter. Or maybe visit your gym buddy.”

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iwanttoeatsomesushi · 2 months ago

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I’m the people who need more dom sam praising me

more praise kink with dominate sam please the people are begging (it’s me i’m the people)

ᴀ/ɴ: i feed the people (it's you, i'm feeding you). I hope you are going to enjoy this, I liked writing it! This is my treat for yall because I finished my exams yesterday.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam(SDV) x fem!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 1206 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: cursing, spanking, dirty talk, cream pie, overstimulation, edging, pierced dick, praising, dominant Sam.

☾ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ☽

“That’s my good fucking girl…Isn’t that right? You are my perfect fucking girl,” Sam sighed, sinking his hips deeper inside of you, devouring the whine that left your puffy lips. Your head had fallen back into the pillows beneath you, your eyes completely glazed over. You weren’t sure how often you had cum already today, but you didn’t fucking care. Sam’s fat dick in your throbbing pussy, fucking inside of you mercilessly filled your thoughts with other things.

“Sa-ahm!” You gasped, hips bucking up in a desperate attempt to meet the deep thrusts that seemed to rip you apart, your eyes rolling in the back of your skull. His calloused fingers found his way back to your swollen clit, a grin on his lips when he saw your hips twitching almost immediately. “What is it, my beautiful girl? Fuck, dontcha love it when I praise you? Fuck yes, you do. Shit, baby, you’re basically sucking off my dick with that drooling pussy,” he groaned, eyes squeezing shut momentarily. He just had to – otherwise he would bust his load deep inside of you, filling you up to the brim. And he didn’t want to – not just yet. Not when you sounded so beautifully mewling beneath him, sobbing his name. You, his beloved, pretty princess.

Your cunt squelched with each thrust forward, and Sam could have cried for it. A silent prayer of thanks was sent towards the sky as his thumb kept flicking your well-abused clit, throat clicking as he felt you wrap around him a little tighter again, walls spasming against the pierced tip of his dick, causing the metal to bump against the squishy wet walls, drinking in the desperate whines that left your mouth. “That’s it, pretty girl, that’s fucking it. Are you gonna cum for me again? Gonna cream all over my dick with that beautiful little cunt?”

The little nod you gave him, Yoba, it made his balls pull tight. Made his stomach do little flips, heart not being able to stop doing somersaults for his pretty, gorgeous, beauty of wife. “Can’t talk anymore, pretty girl? That dick fucking you so good, huh? Fuck, look at that cunt… You know I love you, right? Heart’s all yours – just like- just like this cock.”

His breathing had become heavier now, head feeling so light with all the love he felt for you. You were his wife, all his, and he was gonna make you cum again. The little squeaks that left your throat, the sobs for his name as he pounded into you. You just always had to make it so hard on him to hold back, huh? Never easy, always brought him so incredibly close to the brink of his orgasm so fast, even though he just wanted to stay like this. Buried to the hilt within your squishy walls, covered in your slick, feeling the warmth of your ruined body.

“Sa-ahmmmmm,” you sobbed again, hips bucking up much more aimlessly. Truth be told, you could have come from Sam’s praise alone, but his dick just felt so, so good. Bucking you into you with a pace that switched from fast and mercilessly hard to deep and slow, making you feel ready to burst. The smack that landed on your ass made you gasp out loudly, tears welling up in your eyes. “You can talk to me, can’t you? You are my good girl, after all…Or are you misbehaving?” The blonde was huffing now, voice strained as he held your hips down. “Teased me all night, and now can’t handle the aftermath? Shame, my love,” he whispered in your ear, teeth sinking into the soft skin of your earlobe, hand again coming down on you. The gasp that left you this time was a lot more strained, and Yoba, he was addicted to it. Would do anything to hear you, would give his soul to you all over again. He struggled to find the words, struggled to collect the thoughts in a way you would understand – there was no way he could let you know how much he loved you in a coherent sentence. Instead, he pummelled into you harder again, making sure his bumpy tip hit your cervix with each thrust, calloused thumb rubbing heart shapes into your throbbing clit. “T-ta-talk to me, my sweet little darling, co-come on…Tell me what you want me to do- You don’t want me to stop now, do you?”

The quick shaking of your head was almost endearing, made it almost impossible for him to stop, but even though you were his gorgeous, gorgeous princess, he couldn’t tolerate you misbehaving now, could he? It pained him, wrenched his heart in all the wrong places to slow down, and to pull back with each thrust. It wrecked him to see your eyes shoot open in panic, legs wrapping tightly around his hips in an attempt to get him to push deeper again.

“Sam! No, please, please! I need- I need to cum! Please, don’t stop, I-“ A cry broke the string of words you had probably put quite some energy into collecting, but the feeling of his dick bottoming out inside of you again made the world stop spinning for a moment. Just a moment, but a glorious one.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl, cum for me, cum all over my dick. Make a mess of me, sunshine,” he coaxed, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth. Fuck, he was so deeply in love with you – he could have seen you cum over and over again. Rough hand coming down on the flesh of your gorgeous thighs for good measure, and Sam could feel his own orgasm clawing at his flesh, setting it ablaze in a way that made him know he couldn’t keep it off much longer.

His lips met your skin again, nipping and suckling, slobbering all over the beautiful feel of it, blue eyes flicking up to you. “Come on, baby. I know you can do it for me. I know you have another one in you. Make me happy-“

He just knew you could, feeling you clench and grind, beg with those little movements of your body. Thighs twitching, back arching, drooling as you gripped at his shoulders, his hand, his hair. And he was happy to oblige, one hand working on your clit, the other caressing over your curves. “My girl,” he cooed with a groan, his head hanging low. The spasms and tightening of your pussy as you cried out for him was all too much, his own orgasm knocking the air out of his lungs, head thrown back.

“that’s it. That’s it, that’s it, that’s it! Fuck!” he bellowed, moan leaving his lips as his load painted your walls white, filling you up with each pump of his hips. “My girl,” he yapped, mumbling sweet nothings to you in an attempt to soothe your little sobs, lips meeting your throat as he used your way too full cunt to milk himself.

Only when he knew he didn’t have it in him to give more his hips stopped. His lips, however, didn’t. Kissing, whispering, soothing, telling you how much he loved you. “My perfect, perfect wife…I love you, so much.”

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iwanttoeatsomesushi · 2 months ago

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☾ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ☽

ᴬ/ᴺ: Nobody has asked for this, but here is my take on what happens when Sam falls off his skateboard. This is my first attempt at this after a long time, please be kind. I hope whoever reads this can enjoy! Thank you for your time. ✧

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam x Fem!Reader

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: mentions of injuries, oral sex (male receiving), face-fucking, deep-throating, sloppy blowjob, name calling, cursing, cum eating.

As harsh as it sounded, you wouldn’t expect any sense of balance or grace from your boyfriend Sam, a man that managed to trip over his own feet and run into every single piece of furniture in your house. But when he stepped on a skateboard, he managed to prove you wrong every single time. That man could absolutely move. Every time he stepped on a skateboard it seemed like all his clumsiness - that you certainly found adorable - had been left behind.

It was a warm day, it felt like summer was already in the air, approaching swiftly, Sam had asked you if you would like to watch the new tricks he had managed to master on his trusty old skateboard, which he adoringly called ‘Samsalot’. Even though the words he had used had been more like: “you gotta check this out, baby, pleaaaaase.”

And so you were sitting near the ramp Sam had built up himself using some wood you had lying around the farm, watching the blonde shine in his area of expertise as you liked to call it. Moments like this made you fall in love with him even more, though you wouldn’t have taught it possible. The way he moved just did something to you. He simply had such control over the situation, calculating his every move so confidently. “This is my favourite!” he suddenly called, ripping you from your thoughts and making your vision focus again. You watched Sam roll down the ramp, getting ready to jump and do another trick, when his left front wheel seemed to hit something, abruptly slowing him down. Sam, not expecting such a rough stop and the sudden force working against him, tried to scramble for an ounce of balance, but failed miserably. “Fuck!” was all you heard, followed by a thump and the sound of clothes scratching against wood as his body slid over the ground. “Sam!” You gasped, jumping to your feet, and rushing over to your boyfriend, who now seemed to kiss the ground. Sam was lying hurdled over on his knees, butt still in the air and eyes closed, still bracing himself from the impact. “Ow, what the fuck?” he snarled with a groan, opening his eyes slowly. “Are you okay?” you lifted one of his arms from the ground, yet the man slowly shook his head, pushing himself up carefully to get into a sitting position. “Just a few scratches,” he murmured, blush on his face as rubbed over it, if to hide the red colour or to check for bruises, you didn’t know. “Fuck, that’s so embarrassing. If Sebastian saw that, it would already be uploaded on YouTube.” You cooed quietly, gripping your boyfriend’s hands, “don’t worry about it, love. I don’t think it’s embarrassing at all; it was an accident. You should’ve seen me when one of my cows pushed me in mud. I tried to get up, slipped and fell into the puddle again.” There was a brief smile on the man’s face, but it was gone in a flash. “Sam…are you sure you’re not hurt?” you already began to feel for bumps or cuts on his head and legs, causing him to blush yet again. “No…No, not really. It’s just…” You looked up at him, eyes quietly urging him to speak his mind. “It’s just…I enjoy impressing you. This is the only thing I can impress you with. The only thing I have real control over. And what do I do? I fuck it up and smack my fucking face into the fucking ground.” Biting your lip, you gripped his face, making him wince a little as your finger touched a small cut. You quickly removed your hand, making a mental note to clean that up quickly. “Oh, Sam. There’s so much you’re good at,” you mumbled, pressing your forehead against his, “playing the guitar for one. Writing songs. Making people laugh. Loving me. Making our relationship what it is. You are good at being you. And by Yoba, do I love you.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, calming a little when you felt a small smile against the plush of them. “Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

You led Sam into the bathroom of your house, urging him to take off his pants, and sit on the edge of the bathtub so you could clean and bandage his cuts and scrapes. However, as you settled down on your knees and carefully began to run a wipes over the different wounds you found, you could see that Sam was still lost his head. He didn’t even do his dramatical whining whenever the disinfectant came in contact with his skin like he usually did. Placing your hands on his knees, you gave them a gentle squeeze. “Sam?” “It’s just… I don’t know. I hate losing control like that. It’s just embarrassing.”

You ran your fingers through his hair affectionately, pressing your head against his chest as his words sank in. And then, an idea began to form in your head. Tilting your head upwards, you blinked up at him slowly and seductively. “Do you think that I can kiss it better?” “What do you mean?” “You said you don’t like losing control,” you began, biting your lower lip and letting your hands run up his bare thighs to give him an idea of the thought that danced around in your head, “I know how you could regain at least some of it.” Sam shuddered at the feeling of your rough skin against his soft one, and this time, a bigger smile spread on his lips while he slowly nodded. “I think kissing it better could maybe, perhaps, work.” You chuckled to yourself and leaned up, kissing him gently, your hands still working on massaging his thighs. You gently let your fingernails run along the inside of them, getting a quivering breath as an answer. Being with Sam for as long as you had been, you knew what buttons you had to press to have him melt for you. You settled between his legs again, kissing up his thighs where your fingernails had left their marks, giving your man a blissful sigh. “You know how hot you are? The way you move,” you whispered against the fabric of his boxers that you had reached by now, his hips snapping upwards involuntarily as your hot breath soaked through the thin layer of clothing and met his throbbing cock, “the way you know what you’re doing… Not only when you skate, but also when you play guitar…and when you fuck me- Yoba, it’s hard for me to not fuck you whenever and wherever, Sam.” He moaned quietly at your words, his left hand sinking into your hair and tugging you towards the tent in his underwear. Usually you would tease your boyfriend, push his buttons until pre-cum soaked his boxers, but today you followed his lead immediately, giving him the control he sought. You pulled down the fabric that restrained your boyfriend’s cock, the both of you moaning quietly as it snapped up against his stomach. You simply loved Sam’s dick; it was long and thick, the tip of it always red and wet for you the veins adorning his shaft adding to the look of it. But the feel of it… Whenever Sam entered your cunt, the feeling of being split in half and the feeling of only being able to stay alive with his cock bullying into you mixed, taking your breath away every single time. The idea made you moan yet again: “Fuck, your dick…just look at it…so perfect…always feels like it’s made just for me and me alone. Never had better,” you rasped, causing your boyfriend’s eager anticipation to grow in the pit of his stomach. His hand grasped your hair tighter, hips bucking up to press the tip of his length against your lips, his other hand wrapping around the base of his shaft to gain better guidance. He rubbed against your mouth, breathing laboured as his patience was running terribly thin already „Look at ya…all pretty ‚n‘ willing for me… Ready to choke on my cock, pretty baby? Bet you are,“ he grunted, pressing his leaking tip against you. „Good girl,” he praised when you opened your mouth willingly, low groan leaving his lips as he felt the wetness of your mouth wrap around him. Sam always was a slut for being sucked off by you; your mouth felt so heavenly, so wet…so addictive. You knew everything he wanted, down to the point how tight your lips had to wrap around you. His hips bucked up again, and when you didn’t complain, Sam’s mind was gone. You trailed your tongue around the top, sucking at it while pulling your head back. The sound of Sam sucking in air through his teeth going straight to your clit. His hips legs were quivering, leading him to rest his feet against the ground more firmly, staring down at you. He had his lower lip drawn in-between his teeth, wrapping a thick strand of your hair around his closed fist.

You kept licking at him, sticking out your tongue and letting him rub himself all over it, which he eagerly did. He rutted his hips against your tongue as if he was in heat, desperate for the friction he was able to gain through the motion. He tasted so incredibly good, and the sounds he made caused your heart race in your chest. His whimpers were so high pitched, soaked with pure pleasure and lust for you. You loved it when Sam was loud for you, loved it when he enjoyed what you gave him. You relaxed your jaw and allowed him to re-enter your mouth, eyes focused on his pretty face. His brows were furrowed in concentration, tongue tracing over the top row of his teeth. „So…fuckin‘ good,“ he gasped, allowing you to work his head over him with the guidance of his hand. However, he didn’t allow you controlling the pace for long before he started to move your head faster. “That- that’s my good…oh fuck, that’s my good girl.” He absolutely adored the way you looked with your face stuffed with his dick; the way you had to work not to choke on him whenever he bucked his hips forward, he loved when your eyes started to fill with tears and how the drool ran down your chin. All because of him and his length. His head was reeling as he tried to regain at least some of his composure upon hearing your whimpers and seeing how much you struggled handling him, but his hips just didn’t stop. Quite the opposite. He fucked your mouth relentlessly now, head thrown back into his neck while he cursed under his ragged breath. “Who’s a good slut? You, that’s right. My lil whore…greedy for cock. Sucking me in so prettily. Look at your face, so full of dick.” He gasped for air when you sucked on him despite his thrusting, his thick girth throbbing against your tongue. He spread his legs wider, eyes squeezed shut and drool at the corner of his lips. Your tongue was pressed against his sloppy skin so beautifully, and the lewd sucking had his heart bursting. He couldn’t take this much longer, and he knew it. But he didn’t want this to stop. You were taking him so well, even though his thrusting became more desperate, more dire. Your mouth felt so wet, so sweet. Pre-cum and spit ran down his length, making the base all sloppy.

He gripped your head and shoved it towards the base of his cock with one swift motion, groaning at the vibrations that were sent through his length because of your choking. He whimpered, his dick thrusting at a fast speed, the embarrassment from before now long forgotten as his balls slapped against your chin. Tears had filled your eyes by now, but you kept sloppily sucking him, whimpering around his fat dick upo hearing him curse. The slapping of skin and the sloshing sounds coming from you made his whole body tense up. His balls were so tight, and he swore he saw stars spinning around the room. “Fuck, babe, yes, yes, so good. Gonna cum, yeah? Gonna fill that pretty mouth with my cum,” he rambled, still bucking his hips against you, the tip hitting the back of your throat, but all Sam selfishly could think about was the orgasm he was chasing. He humped your face faster, your nose almost connecting to his pelvis bone, a small cry leaving his lips as his cum spilled in your mouth. The load was bigger than what you had anticipated yet there was no chance to pull away; Sam had both of his hands in your hair now, holding you down to empty his balls completely. He was drooling now, tongue sticking out as he panted. His dick twitched in your mouth, slowly growing soft and only then his hips began to stutter. “Yoba,” he hissed, after sucking a big breath into his lungs. His hands slowly dropping from your head, running his fingers through your hair in an attempt to praise you.

You carefully pulled away, tears running down your face from straining your jaw and throat so much, bits of cum mixed with saliva dribbling down your reddened chin. You made a show of swallowing Sam’s cum, licking your lips and then pressing a gentle kiss to the well abused tip that had been bullying into you. “Better?” you asked, voice hoarse, smiling as he nodded slowly.

“All better.”

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