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bloatedandalone04 · 11 months ago

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Teen Romance

➪the one where you try to make sam see just how good he has it, and he almost loses both you and his dad before he finally changes his act.

Warnings: angst, fluff, spoilers for life as a house, plot is altered a bit (you’ll see what i mean), reader has pink and blonde hair cause she can (think season one maeve wiley), arguments, swearing, mentions of death, cigarettes, mentions of smut, faint descriptions of smut, mentions of cancer.

Word Count: 5k

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“He wants me to spend the summer with him,” Sam huffed as if it was the worst news he’s ever received. You both knew it wasn’t by a long shot, but you’d still let him have his moment. “No fucking way.”

You watched from your place on his unmade bed as Sam paced all around his messy room and packed a bag. He had to step over wrappers, cans, clothes and other questionable things as he did so, and you winced when he kicked a history book out of the way. It disappeared under his bed, but you knew he didn’t care about the book in the slightest, so you weren’t really worried about its well-being either.

“Sam,” you called out over the loud music he put on as soon as you and he returned home from school. Sam didn’t answer you as he opened a drawer and rummaged through it, making you raise your voice a bit. “Sam, come on. What are you even packing for if you’re not planning on spending the summer with your dad?”

He closed the drawer loudly, but the sound didn’t phase you one bit as you were pretty used to his loudness after a year of dating him. “Corey’s parents cabin in Tahoe,” he answered as he shoved another shirt into the bag that was next to you on the bed. He stood up straight after zipping it up and looked at you, his tongue poking out to nudge his lip piercing as he asked, “Are you coming with me?”

You furrow your brows as you think about it, then shake your head. “No, I don’t think so,”

Sam groaned as he moved his bag onto the floor and sat next to you. “Come on, Y/n,” he muttered as he pulled your body closer to his. “Don’t make me spend my summer without you.”

You brace your hand on his shoulders before he could pull you onto his lap, and he furrows his brows as he opens his mouth to question you, but you beat him to it, “Well, you won’t have to spend the summer without me if you stay here and spend time with your dad,” you offered and he stopped trying to get you closer to him. “I’d just be a short drive away. I could come see you on weekends or something.”

Sam groaned and dropped his hands to his sides as he fell back on his bed. “Not you,” he mumbled, reaching up to tug on his black and blue hair. “Anyone but you.”

You bite back a laugh as you move to lay on your side next to him, tracing your index finger along his jaw as you ask, “What?”

He just shakes his head and loosely wraps his arm around your shoulders, his fingers playing with your pink hair. “I can deal with everyone else wanting me to stay, just not you,” he moaned. “You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I am on your side,” you promise and lean over to kiss him quickly, keeping your face close to his afterwards. “But I think you should give him a chance. Not everyone has given up on you, Sam.”

Sam’s relationship with his parents was something you still didn’t fully understand. From what he’s told you, neither of them had put much effort into getting to know their son, and they’ve pretty much given up on him.

You were sure his need to act out and be rebellious didn’t help much, and you were definitely sure that the secret tattoo Sam had on his rib that was of your first names initial would be the final straw for them.

He huffed and tangled his fingers in your hair as you rubbed the dark makeup under his eyes. “I haven’t talked to him in months,”

You rolled your eyes and sat up. “Well, maybe you can change that,” you suggest, moving to lean against his pillows. “Spend the summer with him, Sam. It could be fun. More fun than getting high with Corey all day.”

Sam smirked as he wrapped his hand around your ankle and pulled you closer to him. “I’d rather spend the summer with you,” he rasped and trailed his ring-clad fingers up your exposed calf. Your jean shorts did nothing to hide your legs from him, and you knew how crazy he got over the sight of them. You seriously didn’t understand how guys could get turned on at the smallest things, but you weren’t going to complain.

“You’re sweet,” you say and he raises his brows as you lean forward. “If you want that, then you’ll just have to stay here.”

You wanted to add that he should feel lucky that his dad wanted to spend a few months with him, seeing as you weren’t as fortunate as him, but were well aware that it would just piss him off, and you didn’t feel like dealing with a grumpy Sam for the rest of the day.

So you just let him kiss his way up your leg until his lips met your own, and you spent your last day together in bed.

“I swear, I’m losing my fucking mind,” Sam muttered as he leaned against the outside wall of the garage. “Why the fuck did I agree to do this?”

He could picture you curled up on your twin sized bed he’s shared with you multiple times in the past year, despite it not being meant for two people. You always ended up sleeping half on top of him, but he never complained. “Because you love me?” You sweetly asked, and he was left to wonder how he landed himself such a kind girlfriend.

While he usually returned or agreed with those words as soon as you said them, he was pissed off right now, and his dad’s loud singing coming from the open door next to him wasn’t helping at all. “There’s fuckall to do here,” he continued after breathing in the smoke from one of the few cigarettes he was able to hide in his bag. “He wants us to build a house together. He wants to tear down the current one and build another one. We’re living in a fucking garage right now.”

He heard the creaks of your bed as you sat up, and he wished he was with you right now. “Aw, poor baby,” you tease and he rolls his eyes as he throws the cigarette to the ground and steps on it. “Whatever will you do?”

One of the things that Sam both loved and strongly disliked about you was the way you weren’t afraid to mock or tease him about things. You knew he would never raise his voice at you in the way he does with literally every single other person in his life, including his mother and father, and you used that to your advantage.

“You’re pushing your luck, baby,” he grunted as he walked around the side of the garage and moved to sit down by the cliff.

“I’m so scared,”

Sam scoffed but a stupid smile found its way onto his lips anyway. “Yeah, I bet you are,” he mumbled as he squinted at the setting sun. “I do love you, by the way.”

He could picture your pretty smile as you said, “I know, I love you, too,” and he really wished he was with you right now. He hadn’t spent more than a few hours with his dad in what felt like years, and just a day with him had him remembering just how much they clashed and simply did not get along.

How the hell he was supposed to get through an entire summer without jumping off this very cliff was beyond him, and he really wished he could’ve spent today with you and only you.

You were the only person he could tolerate for more than an hour, after all.

And that’s not to say you haven’t pissed him off at all during the year you’ve been together. You usually piss him off at least once a week, sometimes more, but he puts up with it because he was in love with you and because you are really the only good thing he had in his life.

It also wasn’t very hard to piss him off, so you really couldn’t be blamed.

“Maybe I can come over tomorrow?” You offer and he already felt his mood lift at the thought of seeing you after going a whole day without you. That sounded really fucking pathetic, but he hadn’t gone more than ten hours without seeing you ever since you got together.

If he was holding up in his room, he had his arm around your shoulder as he made himself deaf with his headphones. When he was at school, he was sitting with you on the grass as you rambled on about whatever came to your head. When he was trying to get some sleep, he was either in your bed or his own, and if you couldn’t come over, then he was seeing you the next morning at school.

So, really, a whole day without you was a miracle.

“I think your mom wanted to stop by, maybe I can go with her?” You add and Sam nodded as he heard his dad call for him.

“Do that,” he agreed as he looked behind him and saw the man himself making his way over. “I gotta go, but come over tomorrow.”

“Okay,” you hum. “Try to have a good night, okay? I know you won’t, but try. For me?”

Sam grunted, “Yeah, for you,”

Then he hung up and set his phone aside as his dad came to crouch next to him. “Sam, I was calling you. Did you not hear me?” Sam was sure he was coming out to ask him why he didn’t want to shower here after he refused to do it more than once now. It was a poor excuse of a shower as it was literally against the side of the garage and allowed for any of his dad’s neighbors to see whoever was behind that damn curtain. He also didn’t need his dad seeing his tattoo and adding something else to the long list of disappointments.

“No, I did,” Sam answered as he avoided his dad’s eyes.

The older man laughed, and the sound was so foreign to Sam, it was almost scary. “Who was that on the phone?” He asked, then added when Sam didn’t answer, “You have a secret girlfriend? Or multiple girlfriends?”

Sam wasn’t sure what he was implying with that one, but he glared at his dad a bit as he moved a few inches away from him. “Just one, and she’s not a secret,”

His dad raised his brows in poorly hidden surprise, then lied right to Sam’s face. “I mean, I’m not surprised. You’re a good looking kid, son, even with that thumbtack in your chin,”

Sam rolled his eyes as he looked down at the water below him. “Whatever,”

“Hey, try to have a clear mind here, huh? You can handle a few months with your old man,” his dad tried to move closer, but Sam just scoffed and stood up.

“Yeah, and you try to not jump off the cliff again,” he muttered as he pushed past Guster, who just barked and wandered off towards his dad.

When he was back in the garage, Sam leaned back on his bed, which was the cheap pull out couch, and placed his headphones over his ears. He pulled out the photo strip he had of you and him that was taken back when you had only been dating for just under two months.

Back then you had purple and brown hair, then you discovered bleach and tried your luck with that and a box of pink hair dye, and he had a piercing free face. This town was small and there wasn’t much to do for fun, so when you suggested a trip to the strip mall and pulled him towards the photo booth outside of it, he was powerless to stop you.

Metal music was blasting through his ears as he looked at the photos. The first one was a simple smile from you and a ghost of a grin from him, and the second one was of you kissing his cheek and making a genuine smile form on his lips, and he was sure that is the only photo that’s been taken of him since he was eleven where he was actually smiling. The last one was of you kissing, with the faintest hint of his tongue poking the inside of your cheek as you explored each other’s mouths.

He missed the way your pierced nose would brush against his as you kissed, and the way your eyes would trace over every freckle on his face once you pulled away. Fuck, he really was pathetic when it came to you, but he didn’t care a single bit.

The longer he stared at the photos, the quicker he felt himself grow hard, but he refused to jack off in the fucking armoire again to the thought of you.

You’d be here tomorrow, anyway, and that would help keep his dirty thoughts at bay. Hopefully.

“He’s fucking crazy,” Sam said as he lit a cigarette and stood by your open window. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him, but I’m pretty sure he’s lost his mind.”

Sam had been staying with his dad for a few weeks now, and they still hadn’t gotten any closer.

When you came up with his mom and his favorite kind of pizza on his second day there, he only looked happy when he got a minute alone with you. He complained the whole time you were there, then apologized before you left for his bad mood.

While you understood his annoyance for the most part, you were still growing more frustrated with each passing day. You met his dad and actually liked him quite a bit, so you were having a hard time being mad at him in support of Sam.

“I think you’re being too hard on him, baby,” you murmur as you move to sit next to him on the ground. “He’s trying.”

Sam looked over at you with squinted eyes before taking a drag from the cigarette and passing it to you. “He hasn’t tried at all during the last five years, Y/n,” he mumbled and watched as you inhaled the smoke before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. You blow the smoke into his mouth before pulling away, and he lets it seep through his nose and past his lips before he kisses you again. “I hate it there.”

“Is that why you’re here now?” You asked as you handed the cigarette back to him.

Sam narrowed his eyes at you. “I’m here because I need a break from him,” he grunted. “He keeps trying to bond with me as if he’s been around the last few years.”

You close your eyes and lean against the wall beside the window. “He’s here now, Sam,” you tried but he just threw the cigarette out the window without extinguishing the flame and stood up. You gasped as you looked out the window to make sure it didn’t land in the shrubs below it. When you see it on the sidewalk with smoke still coming from it, you turn to your boyfriend with a frown. “Sam-”

“Why do you keep trying to defend him, huh?” He asked as he ran his ringless fingers through his faded hair. “Every time I try to talk to you about him, you come up with some excuse as if he’s in the same room as us and can hear me. What’s up with that?”

You sigh and shake your head as you stand up. “It’s not like that, baby, I promise,” you tried to reassure him as you took his hand in yours. “I’m just saying….your dad is putting in the effort now. He wants to spend time with you and build something with you. That’s got to count for something, right?”

You were really trying to get him to see it from your perspective, but he was stubborn, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep your cool.

“No, it doesn’t,” he responded and pulled his hand from yours. “I don’t understand why you’re not on my side with this. You’re my girlfriend, you’re supposed to be with me on this.”

“I’m with you, Sam, I just-” you cut yourself off when you heard the waver in your voice. “Your dad hasn’t given up on you, and neither has your mom. Yeah, your stepdad can go fuck himself, but your parents are still trying to be in your life. I wish my dad gave a shit about what I do or where I am, and I wish my mom could give me all the advice in the world, but he doesn’t and she can’t. You’ve got a family, Sam. A real family.”

Your dad fucked off when you were really little, and your mom died a couple years after that, leaving you alone with your older sister, Jenny. She’s been working non-stop since she was fourteen, and now she was finally able to afford the small house you’re living in now. You had your own room, but still had to sneak Sam in whenever you wanted to spend the night with him because Jenny believed boys were ‘bad news’ and didn’t want you to get into bad habits.

“You have people who care about you,” you finish as you turn away and hide your watery eyes from him. “Some of us don’t.”

Sam huffs from behind you. “You don’t get it,” he mumbled and you heard him grab his jacket from off your bed. He was planning on staying over tonight, but that clearly wasn’t happening anymore. “I’ll call you later.”

And then he was leaving your room, and you were left to cry softly by yourself.

While Sam had meant to call you, he lost track of the time as he got into an argument with his dad that led to him agreeing to building the stupid house with him.

Taking a sledgehammer to the brittle walls helped Sam release all the pent up anger he’s been keeping inside of him since he left your place. He felt like an asshole, and he knew he needed to apologize, but he was still a stubborn fucker who usually waited until it was too late to fix things.

Days turned into weeks, and Sam had yet to reach out to you, and you had yet to reach out to him. He thought that maybe this small break would be good for your relationship, as he knew how tense things had been lately, and he still wanted to be with you.

He had your initial tattooed on his rib, for fucks sake. You were who he wanted forever.

Things were getting better, and he knew you were right and he was so fucking wrong. He did have a mother and a father who were trying to be involved in his life, while you didn’t have either. He knew he was a selfish prick, and he missed you more than anything right now.

His dad was actually a pretty stand up guy, and the two have actually bonded quite a bit since he last spoke to you. Then his dad dropped the bomb that he had cancer and was on his way to death.

Sam spiraled at that revelation, and he fled back to his mom’s house and tore apart his room. He wanted to rip his hair out and turn the place upside down because he had just gotten close with his dad again, and now he was being taken away from him.

He wanted to call you, wanted to hear your sweet voice and have you calm him down like you usually do. But he didn’t want you to see him like this. He refused to lash out on you again, because you didn’t deserve it then, and you sure as fuck didn’t deserve it now.

Then his dad was in the hospital, and Sam was left to complete that house by himself. He promised his dad that he’d finish it, and there was no way he’d let him down again after putting him through hell all summer.

So he spent the next few days on the house with the help of his mother and stepdad. Even his brothers helped finish the house, and it looked amazing.

But his dad never got to see it.

And Sam finally caved.

You were sitting on your bed and flipping through the few channels you had on the TV when your phone rang.

With a sigh, you grab it then quickly turn the TV off once you see who it was that was calling you.

After radio silence for three weeks, Sam was calling you. You should be mad, should decline the call or let it go to voicemail, but you missed him. “Sam, hi,” you practically whisper in a greeting. His end of the line was surprisingly quiet, so you ask, “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” he answered and then it was silent again for a few seconds. He sounded different. He didn’t sound annoyed or pissed off, he didn’t sound sad or frustrated, he sounded…emotionless, and that scared you a bit, but you soon found out why. “My dad died.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock and you couldn’t find the right words to say as you listened to his uneven breathing. “Sam,” you whispered and felt tears prick your eyes at the thought of him going through this alone. Well, maybe not alone, he had his mother and brothers, but you had no idea about any of this. He didn’t tell you, and that was a different kind of pain. “I…”

You were literally speechless and had no idea what to say to make him feel better, but you were sure he knew that, and you knew there wasn’t anything you could say to make things better. “I’m not okay,” he murmured and you sat up and brought your knees to your chest.

“Okay,” you quietly say back. “Okay, that’s okay.”

Your heart broke for your boyfriend, and you wished that you had called him so you could’ve been there for him. “Will you come over?” He asked after a few more seconds of silence, and you nodded quickly as you stood up.

“Yeah,” you say and grab a towel so you can pat down your still damp, freshly dyed brown hair. “Yeah, I’ll be there soon. Are you at your moms?”

“No,” he mumbled and you could hear the faint sound of Guster barking in the background. “At my dads.”

Now he was starting to sound a bit too emotionless, and you didn’t want to think about him being there all alone any longer. “I’ll be there in twenty,” you promise as you pull on your converse and grab your sister’s car keys. You close the front door behind you and get in the car before adding, “I love you, Sam.”

And while you didn’t need him to return it right now, he didn’t let you hang up without saying it back. “I love you, too,”

That had a barely-there smile form on your lips as you drove to where he and his dad were staying all summer, and when you arrived, you hardly recognized the place. The broken and run down house was gone and what replaced it was a much more modern and inviting house, and your heart ached as you took in what Sam and his dad had been working on. It was dark out, but the bright lights around the house lit it up enough to show off what they had done together.

Then you saw Sam sitting on the front steps and softly petting Guster, and you didn’t bother closing the car door as you ran over to him. “Sam,” you say in a whisper as he looks up at you. He looked so different, but equally as beautiful as before. Gone were his countless ear piercings and lip piercing, and his eyes were wiped of any trace of makeup. He looked younger, almost, and more innocent. The only thing tying him back to the guy you saw three weeks ago was his black and blue hair, but even that was different as he hadn’t been keeping up with it, and the dark blue faded into a light aqua.

He gently pushed Guster away as you sat down next to him, and his eyes were raking over every inch of you, probably observing your own changes. You got rid of the blonde and pink hair and replaced it with a simple brown, and you took out your nose ring and put a stud in instead.

A small smile formed on his lips, and you were forced to copy it as you moved closer to him, but didn’t allow yourself to touch him yet. “You look pretty,” he mumbled. “Like you always do.”

You laugh and hold back the tears stinging your eyes, looking down at yourself before back up at him. “Yeah, I guess we both went through some changes in the past few weeks, huh?” You lightly joke and he nods as he reaches over to take your hand in his. While you missed the feeling of his rings against your fingers, you were happy that he was beginning to find himself and figure out who he was without forcing it upon himself like he did before. “I’m so sorry, Sam. I wish I could’ve been there for you.”

He shook his head and that’s when you saw the tears in his own eyes. “I didn’t want you to be,” he said and you felt your face heat up at his words, then he continued, “I was a fucking mess, baby. A fuck up and a mess. I didn’t want you to see me like that and finally realize that you deserve better.”

Your eyes widen in shock and you use your free hand to gently but firmly grip his chin. “Sam, you are not a fuck up or a mess,” you tell him and force him to meet your eyes. “I deserve better? These last few weeks have been awful for me, and I wanted to call you so many times, but I also wanted you to have some space. I love you so much, and I couldn’t stand the thought of you being mad at me for not supporting you, so I forced myself to not call you and let you figure some things out. I’m so sorry, if I had known-”

Sam shook his head and wrapped his arms around your middle. “It’s okay,” he rasped as he buried his face against your neck. “It’s not your fault.”

You were helpless to stop the tears from falling from your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer to you. “I’m sorry,”

Sam softly hushed you and pulled away to rest his forehead against yours. “This is my fault. I pushed him away for so long, and he was dying right in front of me the whole time,” he whispered. “I didn’t give him a chance until it was too late, and now he’s gone…I…I really loved my dad. I’m such a bad son.”

“You’re not,” you say and use your thumbs to wipe away the tears that rolled down his face. “You’re not, baby. Your dad loved you so much, anyone could see that, and he knew you loved him. I mean, look at what you built together.”

You getsure to the house with a soft laugh, and Sam gave you a watery smile as he looked back at it.

“You two did something so amazing together, and that’s something that’s going to stay with you for the rest of your life,” you lean in and kiss his forehead. “You gave him a great summer, Sam. That’s all he ever asked for.”

Your words hit him hard and he tried but failed to blink away his tears, and soon soft sobs were leaving his lips as he buried his face in your hair again and tightly wrapped his arms around your waist. “I’m sorry,” he cried. “I miss him.”

Knowing you needed to be strong for him right now, you force away your own tears as you hold onto him. “It’s okay,” you whisper. “It’s okay, Sam. You’re going to be okay, I promise.”

The world was so unfair sometimes. Sam was just getting his life sorted out and bonding with his father when he was ripped away from him in the blink of an eye. He truly didn’t deserve it.

You let him cry for as long as he needed as the night went on, and it felt like hours had passed before he lifted his head and looked at you with red eyes. He raised his hand and caressed the side of your face before pressing a soft kiss to your mouth. “I’m going to be better,” he promised once he pulled away. “I’ll be so much better, for you, for my mom, for the boys….and for my dad…I’m so sorry about everything.”

You smile at him and wipe away the few tears left on his face with your fingers. “You’re already amazing, Sam,” you say and press your lips to his cheek for a few seconds. “I love you.”

Sam pulls you into his side as Guster comes back over and rests his head on the steps next to you, and he knew that the poor dog was also going through a loss. “I love you,” he said back as he kissed the top of your head and watched as you reached down to run your fingers through Guster’s fur.

Maybe this was a cruel wake up call, but Sam knew he needed it to finally see what had been in front of him the whole time. And he would never turn his back on his family or you ever again.

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ceoofsammonroe · 7 months ago

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Steamy - Sam Monroe Smut

Summary: Sam has been your best friend since you were kids. When he starts avoiding you and acting strange, you decide to take matters into your own hands and things get steamy…

Warnings: penetrative sex, shower sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (Sam receiving), handjob (Sam receiving), teasing, voyeurism, masturbation (Sam receiving), inexperienced!Sam, Sam finishes too fast, multiple orgasms (Sam receiving), thigh-fucking, nipple play?, slight dacryphilia, subby!Sam, edging, Sam whimpers a lot, maybe a smidge of degradation, Sam is down-horrendous.

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Sam rested his forehead against the cool tile of the shower wall as he relentlessly fucked his fist. His eyes were squeezed shut, trying to block out the guilt as his mind raced with perverted thoughts.

It wasn’t his fault, really. He hadn’t intended on showering in your bathroom as an excuse to touch himself. You had just decided to wear one of his old t-shirts today and that…that had sent him over the edge.

Sam had been fighting off these feelings for a long time. If he was honest with himself, they’d always been there. When you were kids, it was easier. He didn’t understand the mechanics of all of it. He just knew he liked being around you more than anyone else, so he spent all the time he could with you. You were best friends, after all. That was normal.

Then, puberty happened. You developed tits and he developed an innate need to see them, touch them, taste them, anything.

It was harder now. You were both in college and still spending all of your time with each other. Every waking moment of Sam’s was spent thinking of you, watching you, imagining all of the ways he wanted to be with you.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be your friend — he loved being your friend. You were the only person in the world that ever actually saw him for who he was. It was just that he couldn’t escape these desires that grew stronger and stronger every time you smiled at him or batted your lashes or laughed or…

Yeah, he was fucked.

He knew that he needed to get his feelings for you in check. His biggest fear was doing some dumb shit to lose you. That’s why he’d been trying to create just a little distance lately. He only resorted to that when he felt like he wouldn’t be able to control himself around you. It just so happened that, lately, that was almost all of the time.

When he’d gotten to your place today, he had told himself that he wouldn’t let his attraction get the better of him — that he’d be normal — but, the minute he saw you in his shirt he felt like he could’ve melted into the earth. It was so cute, hugging your frame perfectly and just barely covering those tight ass shorts you had on underneath.

He’d tried to contain himself, he really had. He tried looking anywhere else but at you, tried thinking of every unsexy thing his mind could possibly dream up, but his efforts were all in vain. No matter what he did, his gaze would eventually wander back over to you. His mind would run wild with different scenarios. You in his shirt with nothing underneath. Him bending you over, lifting the material up just enough to take you from behind. Giving you more of his clothes to wear so that everyone knew you were his.

He hadn’t even realized how painfully hard he had gotten or how labored his breathing had become until you asked, “Are you alright, Sammy?”

Fuck, he almost came in his pants from the sweet sound of your voice as you said his nickname that he only allowed you to call him.

He felt his face flame as his eyes widened and he pulled the covers from your bed further over himself to make sure his erection was hidden.

“Y-yeah, fine,” he sputtered, trying to will himself to get a fucking grip.

“Are you sure?” you asked, reaching your hand out to touch his forehead. “You look flushed.”

He had to fight not to moan as your skin came in contact with his, so soft and tender. Your eyebrows were scrunched up in that adorable way they did whenever you were worried about him.

He wanted to see them scrunched up for other reasons, for all the pleasure he knew he could give you if you let him try. He wanted to hear you say his name like a plea of desperation, begging him for more, more, more.

“I think I just need to take a shower,” he muttered, quickly getting up and rushing to the bathroom before you could see any evidence of his arousal.

He paced in the bathroom, fisting at his hair as he tried to calm down. This was getting a bit pathetic. He couldn’t even be in the same fucking room as you without being embarrassingly close to coming untouched.

He stripped down, tossing his clothes to the floor as he stepped into the shower and shut the glass door behind him. He turned the water on to the coldest setting, cringing as he stood beneath it.

C’mon, this needs to work, he thought to himself as he shook from the cold. The icy water caused goosebumps to erupt on his skin, but did nothing to calm the raging hard-on that was still standing proud and aching. He groaned in frustration, hitting his head against the wall as he tried his best to fight off his arousal.

Finally, he gave in and wrapped his fist around his cock. He gave himself a few slow, guilt-ridden strokes as he squeezed his eyes shut. He hissed at the feeling, relief slowly flooding through his abdomen.

He knew that he shouldn’t be doing this. Touching himself to the thought of you was already bad enough, but touching himself to the thought of you while you were in the next room? If only you knew how fucked up he truly was. You’d never look at him again…

He fought the urge to moan at the thought of your hand replacing his, or better yet — your mouth.

“Fuck,” he whispered, biting his bottom lip as he thrusted into his hand.

He needed to get this over with. He needed to handle his problem and get back out there before you started to suspect that something was wrong.

He was desperately chasing his release but, despite how badly he wanted it, his own touch wasn’t getting him there this time.

He needed more.

You had worn his shirt on purpose.

You were tired of him avoiding the situation — avoiding you.

It hadn’t taken you long to figure out why he’d been acting so strange lately. You’d noticed the way his eyes would linger on your form, the way his face would flush when you called his name, the way he’d try to discretely adjust himself in his pants when you’d get too close to him.

You’d always wondered why he’d never had a girlfriend. It wasn’t that girls didn’t desire him. He had just always been oblivious to their advances.

In actuality, you’d realized, he was just too focused on you.

You’d always harbored feelings for Sam. Ever since you were kids. He was your first childhood crush. You’d never told him, though, too scared that he’d tease you relentlessly for it. It wasn’t until lately that you realized those feelings had been reciprocated.

Once you’d made the realization, you’d started trying to push him further and further. You’d hoped that he would snap, finally admitting to you what he’d been feeling.

He never did, though. In fact, he did the opposite. He kept avoiding you, frustrating you to no end.

You huffed out a sigh, looking over at the clock on your bedside table. He’d been in the shower for almost twenty minutes. You gnawed on your lip, contemplating your next move.

Finally, with a newfound determination, you got up from your bed and walked toward your bathroom. You were tired of waiting for him to get the hint. He’d left you no choice. You needed to take matters into your own hands.

You opened the bathroom door, shutting it behind you as you called out, “What’s taking you so long in here, Sammy? I have to shower, too, ya know?”

Sam yelped, startled at your entry. You could only barely make out his figure behind the frosted glass, but it made your heart race nonetheless.

“J-Jesus, don’t you knock?” Sam sputtered, his voice laced with nervous energy.

“It’s my house,” you retorted, crossing your arms as you leaned against the sink.

You heard Sam sigh before he said, “I’ll be out in a minute just…give me a second.”

You began undressing before you could talk yourself out of it. This was a bold move, even for you, but you knew that Sam needed something to be shoved in his face for him to realize what was right in front of him.

“You’ve already been in here for twenty minutes and I have things to do later,” you grumbled, pretending to be inconvenienced. “I’m just coming in.”

“W-what?!” Sam stuttered, his voice nearly jumping up an octave.

You opened the glass door, stepping into the shower as you tried to appear nonchalant. Sam quickly covered himself with his hands, his entire body flushing red as he looked up at the ceiling to avoid looking at your naked frame.

You took this time to unabashedly look him over. His cupped hands only left little to the imagination. You bit your bottom lip, drinking in the sight of him. Arousal immediately began pooling between your thighs as you stepped underneath the water.

You yelped at the temperature, jumping back and adjusting the valve.

“Christ, Sammy, why the hell is it so cold in here?” you asked, despite knowing exactly why he’d been taking a cold shower.

“I-I just like it cold, okay?” Sam retorted, attitude biting with his words.

You turned the knob until the water ran hot, letting the steam fill the confines of the shower. You sighed, contentedly, stepping back under the water.

“Much better,” you breathed, practically moaning as the warm water washed away the tension in your muscles.

As the steam filled the air, Sam’s head was spinning. It was suffocating. He was surrounded by your scent. It took everything in him to keep his eyes glued to the ceiling. Even the glimpses he caught of your body from the corner of his eye were nearly enough to make him fall to his knees.

He had a difficult enough time keeping it together around you when you were fully clothed, how could he be expected to keep his composure when you were naked and wet a foot away from him?

He could feel his still-hard cock pulsing beneath his hands as he tried his best to cover himself. He felt like he’d somehow entered one of his wet dreams. Confusion and arousal fogged his mind as he tried to make sense of what was happening. The two of you had never even seen each other naked, much less showered together.

He refused to let himself believe that this could mean that you wanted him the same way he wanted you. He wouldn’t give himself that kind of false hope. He could only pray that he’d be able to get through this without making a complete fool out of himself.

You reached for the shampoo, lathering it into your hair. You smirked when you heard Sam breathe in a little too deeply. Glancing back at him, he still had his head facing toward the ceiling.

“You don’t have to break your neck trying not to look at me,” you laughed, rinsing the shampoo from your hair. “It’s not like you’ve never seen tits before.”

“I’ve never seen yours…” Sam mumbled, quietly, a new blush rising to his cheeks.

“Mine are just like any others,” you shrugged, brushing your conditioner through your hair with your fingers.

Sam had to bite his tongue to keep from responding that nobody could be like you. He was fighting so hard to keep his gaze averted but now you were practically inviting him to look at you. Even on his strongest day, there was no chance he could pass up the opportunity. He’d just look once, he told himself. Just enough of a glance to embed the image into his brain for when he jacked himself off to the thought of you.

He took a deep breath before stealing a quick look over at you. He involuntarily squeezed his dick, trying not to come on the spot. None of his fantasies could’ve prepared him for the way you’d look standing naked in front of him, water dripping from your body.

He forced himself to look up at your face instead of your tits — your goddamned perfect tits — but that didn’t help his situation in the slightest. Not when you were smirking at him like you were privy to some secret that he was not. Or when you were batting your lashes, sending water drops down your cheeks. Then you bit your lip and Jesus fucking Christ he felt every cell in his body burn at the sight.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the way his eyes fought between looking at your face and looking at your chest. You could sense the stress he was putting himself through, and almost felt bad for what you were doing. You weren’t going to stop, though. Not when you finally had him right where you wanted him.

You moved to grab the bottle of soap, intentionally letting it fall from your grasp. Out of instinct, Sam reached out to catch it. You gasped quietly at the sight of his erection springing forward into view.

He was big. Bigger than you’d expected. He was hard and leaking, his tip red and aching. He followed your gaze down, his eyes widening as he realized what you were looking at. He quickly handed you the bottle of soap back, moving to cover himself again.

“You know,” you started, smirking as you poured the soap into your hand, “if you need to take care of that, you can. I don’t mind.”

“W-what?” Sam coughed, his face a deep shade of red. “No! No way.”

“It’s natural, Sammy,” you shrugged. “I do it all the time. Besides, it looks real painful. I won’t watch if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Sam wanted the earth to swallow him whole in that moment. He didn’t think his skin could burn any hotter than it was right then. You were teasing him, torturing him.

He didn’t know which part was worse — the way you said his name, the mental image of you touching yourself, or the attention you had paid to his predicament. His body felt like it was going to erupt into flames at any given moment.

You had to know. You had to. There was no way that all of this was just some random coincidence. The two of you had never breached that line of friendship and now, here you were, telling him to touch himself in front of you.

He couldn’t do that. There would be no coming back from that. There would be no way that he could recover. He’d come the minute he touched his dick if your eyes were on him, and how would he explain that?

However, you had said you wouldn’t watch…and he did really really need the relief…

Sam bit his bottom lip, breathing heavily as he contemplated his options. He knew that he shouldn’t, but the offer was so tempting…

“You promise you won’t watch?”

Your smirk grew as Sam gave in to his desires, just like you knew he would. You crossed your heart with your finger and Sam squeezed his eyes shut as his gaze was unintentionally brought back down to your chest.

Giggling, you turned back around to face the other side of the shower. You didn’t miss the way Sam’s eyes travelled down to your ass as you did. You began lathering the soap into your skin as you heard the wet sounds of his fist stroking his dick over the hum of the shower.

You bit your lip, focusing on the way he let little breaths escape him. You could imagine how hard he was trying to refrain from making any other noises. You wanted to hear him, wanted to know exactly how he was feeling.

Curiosity and the need to push him further getting the better of you, you asked, “Are you always this quiet when you jack off?”

He sucked in a breath and sputtered, “Jesus, fuck, you…you can’t talk to me right now.”

You stifled a giggle, feigning innocence as you said, “Why not, Sammy?”

“Don’t say my name,” he practically pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I thought it would help,” you laughed, done beating around the bush. “Don’t you usually imagine me saying your name when you do this?”

You turned back around to face him, cocking your head to the side. His eyes widened and his hand stopped moving as his mouth opened and closed repeatedly.

Your mouth practically watered at the sight of him, chest flushed and heaving, his fist squeezed tightly around his erection.

“W-what…I don’t…I haven’t…” Sam stuttered, trying to come up with some kind of denial to your statement.

“Oh, come on,” you huffed, rolling your eyes playfully. “I’m not oblivious and you aren’t exactly subtle.”

Sam’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Relax, Sammy, it’s okay,” you said, beginning to slowly lather the soap into your skin. “Keep going.”

“What?” He gulped, eyes shooting open as they focused on the way your hands moved across your body in an agonizingly tempting motion.

“Keep going, Sammy,” you repeated, not taking your eyes off of him.

He released a shuddered breath, licking his lips as his eyes locked back on yours. Slowly, he began to move his fist again.

His jaw fell slack as his gaze followed the motion of your hands, teasing him as you trailed suds across your chest. His hand moved faster, his eyelids fluttering as a strained noise sounded from his throat.

“Is this what you think about, Sammy?” You taunted, moving your hands lower down your stomach.

Sam gasped, nodding his head as he muttered, “Uh-huh.”

His chest heaved with heavy breaths, his hips thrusting into his fist. His hooded eyes were dark with desire as they traveled over your body. His movements became sloppy, his brows knitting together.

You could tell he was close, soft sounds involuntarily escaping his lips. His muscles were visibly tensing as his breaths started to come out in short spurts.

You’d had enough of being a bystander. Every nerve in your body was alight with desire and you wanted to close the distance between you two. You were done playing this game. If he was going to come, you wanted it to be by your hands.

Sam let out an involuntary whine of protest as you grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away from himself. His eyes widened as you moved him until his back was pressed against the cold shower wall.

“W-what are you…what’s happening…oh, fuck.”

Sam’s questions were silenced the minute you pressed yourself against him. He gasped, clenching his fists by his side, seemingly using all of his restraint to keep from touching you.

He looked down at you, his gaze pleading and questioning as he asked, “What is this?”

“I was tired of waiting for you to make the first move,” you shrugged, grabbing his face.

His brows furrowed, confusion etched into his features. His mouth opened and closed, as if trying to form the words he wanted to say.

“Waiting for…what do you mean?”

“God, you’re so oblivious,” you mumbled, pulling his face down to yours and pressing your lips against his.

He immediately buckled, leaning into the kiss. He couldn’t help but groan into your mouth, a sound that betrayed the intensity of his arousal. The pressure building in his groin grew, his need growing at an unbearable pace. He arched his hips forward, desperate for contact. You pulled back, biting your lip as you peered up at him.

Sam held his breath, the moment teetering on the edge of ecstasy. His heart hammered so loud that it threatened to drown out the sound of the shower. His eyes were dizzy and unfocused as he looked down at you. This was both the most exhilarating and most terrifying moment of his life. The anticipation was agonizing, maddening.

You glanced down at his pouted lips, as if daring him to make a move. His tongue darted out, flicking across them as his gaze moved between your eyes and your mouth.

Finally, after working up the courage, he leaned forward. You grinned as you tilted your head back, keeping your lips just out of reach. He furrowed his eyebrows, releasing a shaky breath before trying again. You let his lips barely brush against yours before you dodged him again, smirking at the teasing game you were playing with him.

He looked at you with pleading eyes, desperation etched into his features, as a needy whine sounded in his throat. He whispered your name, fists tightening as every muscle in his body tensed with longing.

“Please,” he whispered, his jaw clenching with the effort to keep his composure.

With that one word, he completely crumbled your resolve. His eyes were dark and glassy with desire and unshed tears and you were prepared to give him anything he asked for.

You tangled your fingers in his wet hair, pulling him into a heated kiss. His lips immediately parted, devouring your own. He kissed you like he was starved, like you were his only source of oxygen after he’d been suffocating with need.

There was still a hesitancy in his actions, a part of him that was restraining himself. Whether it was out of fear or lack of knowledge, you didn’t hesitate to guide him.

Your fingertips trailed down his arms, causing him to shiver. You grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips. He moaned into your mouth, his touch instantly beginning to wander.

The urgency in his kiss increased, his hands roaming your back, your sides, your legs. Years of built up tension came bubbling to the surface as you both began to drown in each other.

Sam’s voice was low and husky, barely coherent against your lips as he whispered, “Don’t stop.”

The pressure between his legs was a stinging reminder of his desperation. The need within him was leaking with each touch, each kiss. He reveled in the control you wielded over him. Sam’s mind was lost in a sea of lust. This was a moment he’d dreamed about for years. The thought of it was almost too much, the entire situation overwhelming.

You guided his hands up to your chest and Sam wasted no time in palming your tits. He squeezed gently, kissing you with blazing fervor. When his thumbs experimentally swiped across your nipples, you let out a sigh of pleasure against his lips.

Sam’s brain short-circuited the minute he heard your reaction. His hips surged forward, pushing his aching erection between your clenched thighs. He had been so worked up and the pressure provided just the right amount of friction. He gasped, letting out a strangled moan as he clutched onto you. His eyes rolled back as an orgasm ripped through him, instinctively continuing to thrust between the plush skin of your thighs.

Sam panted, slowly opening his eyes again as he came down from the high. His entire body flushed at the revelation of what had just occurred. He took in your amused expression, groaning in embarrassment as he buried his face into your neck.

You stifled a giggle, gently rubbing his back as you whispered, “It’s okay, Sammy. It happens.”

He whimpered against your skin, wrapping his arms around you. He was torn between wishing he could disappear, never having to face you again, and wanting to stay in this moment forever.

“Besides,” you smirked, leaning down to pepper gentle kisses across his shoulder, “I’m not finished with you yet.”

Sam inhaled, sharply, his breath hot against your neck. His body instantly responded, his arousal already stirring again at the prospect alone.

You grabbed his face, lifting his head back up to meet his gaze. His cheeks were still tinged pink, bringing out the bright blue of his dilated eyes.

You traced his swollen lips with your thumb and asked, “Do you think you can do it again for me?”

“Mhm,” he responded, nodding eagerly. “I’ll do anything for you.”

You grinned, your lips brushing against his as you whispered, “Promise?”

He pulled you into him, closing the gap between you so that you couldn’t pull away again. He kissed you passionately, groaning as you bit down on his bottom lip.

“Promise,” he mumbled into the kiss, “anything you want.”

You reached up to grab his chin, tilting it to the side as you slowly kissed down his neck. His eyes fluttered shut, his body quivering at the tender attention. He cradled your head with a trembling hand, urging you on as your lips made their way across his skin.

Sam whimpered when you nipped at his pulse point, the hand in your hair tightening as you gently sucked a dark mark into the pale skin. You kissed across his chest, letting your hands run down his sides. He gasped as your teeth grazed over one of his nipples.

Your lips continued their descent down his body as you slowly sank to your knees in front of him. Sam let out a shaky breath, whispering your name as his legs nearly gave out.

You blinked up at him, water drops coating your lashes, as you rubbed your hands up and down his thighs.

“You’ll do anything I want?” you asked, kissing across his hips.

“Uh-huh,” he rasped, licking his lips as he nodded his head. “Anything you want. I swear it.”

Your mouth watered as you sat eye-level with his dick that was steadily twitching back to life. He gasped as you took him into your hand, his fists clenching tightly by his sides. You slowly began to stroke him, watching as he bit his lip to try and hold back the sounds threatening to spill from his lips.

“Then I want to hear how good it feels, Sammy,” you told him, pressing a teasing kiss to the tip.

“Shit,” he cursed, hardening again in your grip.

Your tongue traced a line up his shaft, slowly circling it around the head of his dick before taking him entirely into your mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, panting as he gripped the shower wall for support. “That’s…a-ah…that’s really good.”

The sight of you was overwhelming. He had only ever pictured you this way in his dirtiest dreams. You, on your knees with your lips wrapped around his cock, gazing up at him like the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he breathed, peering down at you through hooded lids. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

You watched his chest heave as you worked him, using your hand to cover what your mouth couldn’t fit. His fist was still tangled in your hair, but he didn’t dare attempt to control your movements.

Sam’s eyes rolled back as he felt himself hit the back of your throat, the sensation causing his hips to stutter. You swallowed around him and his entire body threatened to crumble. Strings of lewd moans and whimpers escaped his lips as his back arched off of the wall.

“Oh, god,” he panted, throwing his head back against the shower wall, “I’m…fuck…I’m gonna…”

You pulled off of him and he let out a whine, thrusting to desperately chase your lips. You grabbed his hips, holding them still as you rose back up to your feet.

“Why’d you stop?” Sam pouted, scrunching his eyebrows together in desperation. “I was so close.”

Your hands roamed his chest, feeling the pounding of his heart beneath it, as you looked up at him with a teasing glint in your eyes.

“I didn’t think you’d want to stop before getting to be inside of me, but if you’d rather settle for my hands then I can keep going,” you taunted, cocking your head to the side.

“No,” he croaked out, his voice breaking off into a desperate moan at the mere thought of that privilege. “I wanna be inside you. Please, let me be inside of you.”

He clutched at you, pulling you into him as he crashed his mouth against yours. You immediately responded to the kiss, parting your lips and tasting his tongue with your own.

Without breaking the kiss, you pulled him forward and switched your positions so that your back was now pressed against the shower wall.

You reached down, grabbing his dick and stroking it as you lined it up with your entrance. He gasped, breaking apart to rest his forehead against yours. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as he looked down between your bodies, watching you tease them finally joining together.

“Please, don’t keep teasing me,” he begged, his voice hoarse with need. “I can’t take it.”

You wrapped a leg around his waist and Sam held his breath, his mouth falling open as you guided his hips to slowly sheath into you. As his length filled you, stretching you out with a delicious burn, you couldn’t help but let out a breathy moan.

Once he was buried to the hilt, his hips flesh against your own, he finally released his breath in a strangled whimper.

“You’re so tight, fuck,” he breathed, unable to take his eyes away from the sight of you wrapped around him.

“Fuck me, Sammy,” you whispered, watching as his gaze snapped up to meet yours.

His breath hitched as he nodded, his body trembling with nervous anticipation. He pulled back, almost completely out of you, before pushing back in with a slow, experimental thrust.

You both gasped at the feeling, moaning into the shared air between your mouths. He repeated the motion again, familiarizing himself with the way your body practically pulled him in.

His thrusts got faster as his lips found yours again in a heated kiss. You clutched onto his shoulders for support, feeling every nerve in your body ignite in flames of pleasure.

“You feel so good,” you mumbled, arching into him. “Such a perfect fit.”

Sam groaned against your lips, his hips picking up the pace. He pulled back to look at you, his eyes dark with desire.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he confessed, the dam of his emotions suddenly breaking as he fucked into you. “I-I dreamed about you, every day. You were all…ah…I ever wanted.”

“I know, Sammy, I know,” you panted, reaching up to kiss him again. “I’ve always felt the same way, you were just too blind to notice.”

He whimpered at the revelation, his thrusts becoming more urgent. He grabbed your waist, using it as leverage as his hips snapped up into yours.

“Fuck,” he whined, breathing out your name. “I-I’m getting close. I’m not gonna be able to last.”

“I need you to hold on just a little longer, Sammy,” you told him, earning a desperate whimper as his eyes grew glassy again.

You grabbed one of his hands, guiding his thumb to your clit. You moved it in slow circles, showing him how to touch you. He picked up the action quickly, moving his fingers on their own accord.

You moaned at the added stimulation, feeling Sam’s hips stutter as you squeezed around him. Ragged breaths wracked through him as he tried desperately to hold on for you.

“Wanna hear you, Sammy,” you prompted.

A single tear drop fell down his cheek from the sheer effort of keeping his climax at bay as he began to mindlessly ramble.

“You feel so good. Squeezin’ around me all tight and warm. Could just stay buried in you forever. Never wanna stop. I’ll do anything to satisfy you. Anything you want. I’ll get on my hands and knees if you ask me to. Just wanna make you happy. Just wanna keep feelin’ you like this.”

He kissed down your neck, needing to occupy his mouth. He buried his face against your chest, gasping and whimpering as his movements chased the high he desperately craved.

“No one else gets to have me like this,” you promised, feeling that familiar knot of pleasure tightening in the pit of your stomach. Each stroke of his thumb against your clit, paired with the tip of his dick repeatedly brushing that spot inside of you, pushed you closer and closer to the edge. “You’re the only one I want, Sammy. The only one who can make me feel this way.”

He let out a strained cry against your skin, his fingers gripping the plush skin of your waist tighter.

“Please, I need to come,” he begged, the desperation making his voice raw. “I need it, baby, please.”

The sweet sounds of his pleading was the final thread that unraveled the knot.

“Come for me, Sammy,” you breathed.

You felt the white hot pleasure course through your veins as you tightened around him, feeling your climax wash over you in a tidal wave.

He came with a cry of your name, clutching onto you as he continued to thrust into you. His vision seemed to black out as he finally let go, giving you everything.

The world around you seemed to fade as you both came down from the mutual high. Sam’s body relaxed into yours, his hands still trembling as you both tried to catch your breath. You settled into a blissful haze, engulfed by the warmth of the shower.

You held him close to you, running your fingers soothingly through his hair as you smiled lazily, “You done avoiding me now?”

“Yeah,” he whispered, grinning sheepishly. He nuzzled into your neck, wrapping his arms tighter around you. “Never gonna avoid you again.”

“Good,” you responded, “it would be a dick move to avoid your girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” Sam asked, his head snapping up as he looked at you with wide, hopeful eyes.

“Well, yeah,” you grinned, biting your lip. “Unless you’d rather this just be a one time thing.”

“No!” Sam interjected, quickly, shaking his head. “I want this to be an all the time thing. Every day. Multiple times a day, if possible.”

You rolled your eyes, giggling as you playfully shoved him. He laughed, his entire face lighting up with joy and relief as he hugged you to him.

“You know, it was kind of a creeper move to barge in on me in the shower,” he joked, looking down at you with an amused glint in his eyes.

“Hey, you were the one jacking off to me in my own house!” you argued, laughing as you poked his chest.

He grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles before grabbing your face and sweetly kissing your lips.

He hummed softly and whispered, “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that.”

You beamed up at him, feeling your heart flutter in his embrace. You used up the remaining hot water to actually shower off, tending to each other as you did. You couldn’t shake the feeling that this was how it was always meant to be.

Maybe it’s true what they say. Everything happens for a reason.

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RING-POP

PAIRING. sam monroe x f!reader

SYNOPSIS. sam makes you try a different version of your favorite candy; bigger and bitter.

WARNINGS. NSFW themes (18+), pet-names, cursing, dirty-talk & too many puns (i swear this punk cannot shut up), name-calling (brat, dumb girl), brat-taming, degradation, slight dacryphilia, perv!sam, clueless!reader, oral sex (m! receiving), face-fucking, bondage, slight slapping (with a belt, with his cock), hair-pulling, sexualising food?

SMACK, SLURP, POP. the sounds filled sam’s humid room. his brow furrowed further, a look of disdain washing over his pale features at the noise. the videogame in front of him needed all his heed, but it seemed like his brat, bambi, demanded some of that attention, too.

“stop that,” he groaned, frustrated. the sound of his thumbs assaulting the buttons on his controller should’ve been all that was heard, had you not been deep-throating the candy sam made the mistake of getting you. “what— i’m just having my candy,” you whined before continuing, “—and besides, if you have a problem, why don’t you let me sit away from you—” he was quick to shut down that idea, gripping the flesh of your thighs. maybe sam was in the wrong for getting you the cherry ring-pop, your favourite, and maybe it wasn’t the best idea to have you perched on his lap, sitting comfortably (cluelessly) on his aching boner, but in his defence, he just wanted to feast his eyes on the sight of your plump lips wrapped around the toy candy, sucking and slurping, just as you are now like the good girl you are, but once he switched his playstation on, the competitive side came out.

you shift to your comfort in his lap, feeling the tent in his pants poke directly into your mound. you had an arm crossed over sam’s neck, bringing the ring-clad finger to your mouth and sucking. at the taste of the sweet cherry juices dripping into your mouth, you groan in sam’s ear.

the sounds traveled straight to his cock, his mind tuning out his reality— the game at hand— just to focus at your skilful tongue, stained red by the candy. “if you don’t quit it—” he sighed, his voice strained. the next thing you know, his character is being obliterated by the enemy. you stifled a giggle, your plan worked.

sam had left you so, so worked up. choosing to take out his frustration with his family on some stupid toy, rather than your willing pussy. ever since that day at the playground, you couldn’t go a day without sam pounding into your drooling cunt. even if it was always him starting it, he got you to finish, and you were forever grateful for it. but today? when you dolled up in all black— tank top and skirt— with red lingerie, he decided to pick up that gaming console and not let go.

“alright, bambi, i’ve had it with you,” he gets up abruptly, causing you to hit the ground and land on your knees. you gasped, offended.

his hands, full of real, crude metal were quick to move, undoing his belt, unlike your delicate hand that was motionless with the toy ring perched on it. the leather of his studded belt flicked across your cheek, causing you to look up at sam through wet lashes. he only smirked at the sight. your eyes flicked to the bulge revealed in his boxers, and now your mouth watered for a taste that wasn’t cherry ring-pop.

“‘like to suck your candy, huh, brat?” he squeezed your cheeks together. “since you’ve been practising in my goddamn ears all day,” he continued, pulling out his cock, “let’s see how good you’ve gotten.” his cock was slapped against the same spot at the belt. you only stared at him through your long lashes, unwilling to satiate when you’re unsatisfied yourself. “come on, bambi, open up,” he squeezed your cheeks again, causing your mouth to gape open. “i can’t guarantee it tastes like cherries, but you’re open to trying sweet-n-salty, aren’tcha?” he giggled, amused at his own snarky comments.

the fat tip of his cock pressed into your plump, gape lips, and instinctively, your tongue stuck out to lick it. “there we go,” sam sighed, ready to return to cloud 9.

you sheepishly swirled your tongue around the bulbous tip of his cock, relishing in the taste of his precum oozing into your tastebuds. oh, yeah, you’ve found yourself a new favourite flavour.

“hands up for me, bambi,” he sighed, breathless already. you oblige, eyes widening when his belt snaked over your wrists, tying them in an unholy matrimony. your hands rested in your lap, preventing you from pleasuring yourself like you intended to. “now, open wide f’me.” you’re obedient, eager to please, for you know if sam’s satisfied he would overlook the ‘punishment’ and stick his cock into you. your pussy flutters at the thought of being full again.

as your throat relaxed around him, you started taking more and more of his length, looking up at him through your lashes to seek his validation, and the mere sight was rewarding. his brows furrowed, a pink flush crept into his pale skin, while his lips were plump and agape, marks of his teeth etched into the skin. “your mouth was made to suck cock, y’know that— my cock. you’re only gonna squeeze my cock with that fuckin’ throat, y’hear?” he nods, authoritative yet cooing, “is my girl understanding me?” so you bobble your head along with length. “fuck yeah, brat. going dumb on my cock,” he moans, and you were eager to illicit more of those sounds.

you relax your jaw, inhale deeply, and let him take charge. when sam realises this, the little devil smirks, running his fingers through your scalp to tug at your hair.

his cock pistons in and out of your throat, your eyes watering and your breath haggard. your pussy clenched around nothing but the flooded dampness of your cotton panties.

“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fu—” incoherent grunts and groans filled the room along with the delirious smell of your arousals. “fuuuuck, bambi,” sam’s thrusts got sloppier.

“you know,” he spoke, breathless yet mischievously, “this candy comes with a creamy centre,” he chuckled, grunting as he came undone in your mouth. “sweet n’ salty, yeah?” he stroked his cock, relishing in the sight of his heavy load dripping down your plump lips. you were quick to swallow every drop, selfishly devouring your favourite candy. you wondered if this was gluttony or lust?

when satiated, sam pulled away, tucking his cock away. you, too, get up from the floor, wincing at the pain of kneeling down for too long.

you shimmy out of your clothes, making your way towards his bed. sam sees you in the corner of his eye, an eyebrow irking at your actions, “what do you think you’re doing,” he asked plainly, leaving you confused. “i- you’re fucking me, right?” you had a pitiful look on your face, so eager to chase your own release with his assistance. “like hell i will, dumb girl,” sam scoffed, “brats don’t get pleasure after punishment,” he shrugged coldly, grabbing his gaming console.

he pointed towards his thighs, “sit your ass back down,” you whine, “but i’ll be so boooored,” yet perch on his lap, still.

“—and i finished my ring-pop,” you sigh in frustration. sam chuckles, “don’t worry, i’ll have your new favourite out in a minute,”

“this flavour never finishes, just keeps on coming.”

THIS PUNK—

SEE ALSO. playground [PRELIMINARY FIC]. more of Sam Monroe [MEAN!SAM, BIMBO!READER AND OTHER TROPES].

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slutforfinnickodair · 7 months ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞..

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩! (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝟐𝟒, 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝟒𝟑), 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐭!)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋! 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐑 @angelst4re <𝟑𝟑𝟑

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“So? How was your ‘date’?” One of your colleagues called Ashley asked as you kept pouring yourself the poor coffee that was made in the office.

“Horrible.” You muttered while leaning against one of those desks. “I mean, we talked, argued, screamed at the other and then I left.” You took off your glasses and stared at her lazily.

“Well, he was a dick anyways.” She stated while you widened your eyes, giggling as one of the kids from the lower classes ran by the door, straight to the next class that was next room.

“Quiet, I don’t want them to hear such things.” You said while smiling slightly.

“How about Belle? Is she okay?”

“Don’t even get me started.”

“Come on. Tell me. I don’t have any classes left.”

“But I do.” You said while Ashley took you by the arms and pulled you back into the office.

“You have language. Fourth period. It’s only the second yet.”

“Fine.” You muttered while sitting down with her by her own table.

“She’s doing fine right now, though I called some of those girls' parents in to make sure that they knew what their children were doing.”

“Do you know why they did that? I mean she is the sweetest kid in that class. There’s only one girl who likes her.”

“I think the source is her parents.” You sighed while stirring your coffee, even the smell making you flinch.

“I never saw any of them picking her up yet. Who are they?”

“Oh my god your husband is obsessed with Star Wars and you don’t know who Belle’s father is?” You asked while realization settled down on her face.

“You are not for real right now.”

“And her mother?”

“Well she lives in Los Angeles so..” You swallowed. “She spends most of her time with her dad.”

“He has a chokehold on me. Don’t tell this to Jeremy.”

“I won’t.” You laughed softly.

Ashley eyed you for a second before she started talking.

“He’s still single isn’t he?”

“Ashley!” You exclaimed while trying to keep in your giggles.

“What? I’m just trying to point out the best things.”

“He’s forty three.”

“Hmm how well educated you are.” She smirked while you rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself as you kept stirring the black liquid.

“You are keeping something away from me aren’t you?” She asked while you tilted your head, licking your lips.

Oh how you still wished it were his lips laying on yours, lapping for a taste.

“Nothing.”

Maybe you kissed once, but it meant nothing. He probably had many different hookups and you were only one of the girls who had a chance to accidentally be stuck in an elevator with him.

—

“Mr Christensen?” Your voice dripped with seriousness as you placed the phone between your shoulder and head, scribbling over some papers as you waited for his response.

“Yes?” The deep voice rang through your nerves as the pen between your fingers started to become more productive over the piece of paper.

“I would like to settle down for a talk with you. Hopefully on Friday. Anytime it’s good for you.”

“What would it be about?”

“Your daughter. What else?”

“I thought you wanted to talk about last week.”

“What exactly happened last week Mr Christensen?”

You heard a deep chuckle come from the other side of the line.

“See you later.”

—

You sat in your office on a Friday afternoon while the screen of your laptop in front of your eyes made you tired.

But the screen or the light wasn’t what made you feel anxious.

Ever since your call with Hayden, you’ve been playing with your fingers, readjusting your clothes or even brushing your fingers through your hair. Though you didn’t invite him into your office to talk about yourselves, it felt like you did.

You missed the way his lips felt on yours. Soft, plump and irresistible. The way his hands slid down from your waist to grasp into the soft skin of your thighs, to pick you up and push you against the wall of the screwed up elevator.

If maybe it didn’t start working again all of the sudden, maybe you would have let him to even fuck you in that little space.

Of course it wasn’t like the whole set of female teachers in the school you were teaching weren't turning their heads when he stopped to pick up Belle. Or didn’t talk about him between breaks.

You could hear everything. Not that you felt jealous, because you had no reason to. You never were the type to feel jealous about a person.

And he didn’t even know anything about you.

You sighed while taking off your glasses and rubbing your eyes slightly not to mess up your mascara.

You should never feel like this about one of your student’s caregivers, but the feeling again of having him all to yourself was making you feral.

Your feet shifted uncomfortably in your heels, making you sit up from the chair and walk towards the cabinet that you had in your office.

Just then a knock was heard.

You widen your eyes before rushing back to your desk and placing your glasses back on your nose before answering.

“Come on in!” Your voice was stable as you shifted in your seat, waiting for the door to open.

As it did, you saw Hayden enter. He was dressed up casually, nothing extreme. He was wearing jeans with a white top and a leather jacket hanging on his shoulders. His hair was tousled, the soft blonde locks being enlightened by the soft light coming through the windows.

“Miss Y/N/L.” He greeted you while you smiled at him the best you could and stood up to shake hands with him.

Even his hands felt so warm and soft that the feeling sent a wave of nervousness down to your stomach.

“Sit down please.” You said while sitting back into your chair.

He sat down across from you, waiting for you to start speaking. He slightly stirred in his seat as he looked into your eyes directly.

You cleared your throat before beginning to speak.

“First of all I’m really sorry for what happened with Belle. I don’t even know how to express how deeply I feel for her. I called you in because I needed to know if she talked with you about anything that happened, because since the incident happened I haven’t really seen her.” The calm look on his face made you feel easier to speak, because let’s be honest it’s always easier to speak with someone who can be understanding and not screaming off your head after every sentence you make.

“No.” He shook his head. “Not really. She mentioned that they were playing hide and seek and then suddenly someone cut her hair off. She didn’t see who it was because apparently that someone ran off and she didn’t feel the cut.” Hayden said while you bit the inside of your cheek.

“I would totally understand if you’d like to change schools after what happened. But I can assure you that one of the apparent groups of girls that planned to do this was expelled. I sent a letter to the ministry. So due to her earlier behavior and to this they decided that it would be the best if she got kicked out. There were still some girls there but they didn’t want to speak up.” Your lips pressed into a tight line as you watched him react to your words.

He was still calm. But you could sense the tension in the air still.

“Thank you.” He said.

You maybe expected something better as a response, but you already got used to short replies from many parents.

“Okay well..” You stood up again. “It was nice to talk with you then.” You flashed him a smile before he stood up too.

He smirked before turning away from you.

You knitted your brows together before shaking your head and leading him to the door.

“You don’t want to talk about it, I feel like.” He started while you looked up at his tall frame.

“Talk about what exactly?” Your eyes shined with curiosity.

“I think you know exactly what I mean, Y/N.”

It was weird that he used your first name, no one ever did that. But from him it sounded like an angel was calling your name. Your mind wandered to thousands of different places while you felt yourself getting aroused.

You had enough for a month of acting like this towards someone you wanted to be with. You didn’t know if he felt the same, but you wanted him either way.

So with that you stepped forward and got on your tiptoes before pressing a soft kiss down on his lips.

The feeling was surreal. Like you got a taste straight out of heaven. You pulled away slightly as you saw confusion set on his face turning into need. He pressed his lips against yours now, shrugging his jacket down from his arms while picking you up with the slightest force.

You gasped a little as he grabbed into your thighs, your hands on his shoulders as you licked along his lower lip. His hands softly kneaded the skin of your inner thighs while you moaned at the feeling, making him enter his tongue into your mouth.

You felt the edge of your desk press into your back while you reached behind yourself, knocking off a jar of pens and pencils with hundreds of paper sheets. You tried grinding your hips against him, moaning again once he squeezed your skin and laid you down on the table.

Your hands went to his back, grasping at the fabric. His lips traced a line down from your lips to your jawline and then down to your neck.

You tilted your head backwards a little for him to have easier access. It didn’t take him long to find your sweet spot. He started licking and biting along the skin as filthy sounds left your lips.

Your office wasn’t soundproof, but you couldn’t care less when he was on top of you. You felt like exploding while his hands ran down to undo the buttons of your blouse, revealing your white lacy bra.

“Arch your back Sweetheart.” He murmured and you did so, slipping his hand up the fabric on your back while undoing your bra clip with ease.

Hm, experienced. You thought to yourself.

He pressed down hot, wet kisses down on your breasts as he tossed your bra somewhere in your office.

One of your already hardened nipples got caught by his warm mouth as he sucked on the little bud making you moan again and tilt your head back into the table.

He was playing with your other breast while you reached for his belt, brushing your hand once against his crotch before sliding the zipper down on his pants.

He let out a groan which caused a vibration to go down your spine. He pulled away from your right breasts to attack the other one, making you arch your back slightly. You could easily feel how hard he was getting with your hand in his pants already.

He then pulled away from your chest and slid your skirt off easily, showing off your panties that were barely covering anything.

“Do you wear something like this to school?” He chuckled while you rolled your eyes.

“I don’t think there’s anyone who would look under my skirt.” You said while looking up at the ceiling.

“Surely..” He whispered before undoing his belt and getting his dick out of his underwear. You didn’t even look at him, not wanting to be freaked out or anything.

Of course you had many nights with guys other than your ex boyfriend, but since you didn’t have a good fuck for at least two years now you were aching for him to be inside of you finally.

He softly pressed two fingers against the fabric, rubbing them from your slit up to your sweet little clit. You gasped softly while closing your eyes and getting lost in the feeling.

You then felt his head rubbing along your panties while you secure your legs along his waist.

“You sure you want this?” He asked while you leant up on your elbows, watching him. Your eyes widened at his size, gulping and looking up at him with a nod.

“Take off those panties.” He said while you smirked.

“Why don’t you take them off?” You teased.

“If I take them off I will rip them off. If you don’t want to walk around without any underwear I suggest you take them off.” His voice was dripping with desire and you rather stayed in place watching him.

He arched a brow.

“Okay Sweetheart you choose it this way.” He whispered before completely tearing the fabric away.

You gasped as the sudden wind hit your pussy, wanting to press your thighs together.

“Young thing.” He tilted his head, but before you could make a comment he pressed his pointer down where your wetness was collecting, bringing it up to your clit.

“Fuck.” You said while watching him working his finger on your sensitive bud.

He rubbed his finger along, slightly, teasing. Then he simply spat on it, smearing the drool all over while you let out a loud moan.

“Hayden.” You reached for his hand while he pushed you down on the table, hand sneaking up to press on your chest.

You mewled while he worked his fingers on your clit, sucking his fingers once he was done.

“You ready?” He asked while you nodded your head frequently, squirming as you felt his warm pre-cum leaking onto your pussy.

His head slipped down to your heat, then up again, teasing your slit while smirking.

Then he pushed his tip in.

You swore you could see stars.

“Fuck Darling this pussy of yours is really tight.” He chuckled. “If I didn't know better I would think you are a virgin.” His hand went down to play with your pussy while he pushed himself entirely into you.

“Fuck.” You said in unison, your head lifted up to see where the two of you were connected.

He started rocking his hips into your slightly as you trailed your hands up to his biceps, squeezing at his flesh while he leant on top of you, holding himself up by your sides.

You leant yourself up to kiss him, arms wrapping around his neck.

It was a shame that you already felt your stomach tightening with that little bubble of pleasure building in your tummy.

“Fuck me.” You whispered while he kissed you, increasing his pace.

“Yeah you want me like this?” He grinned while you nodded your head, arching your back.

“Answer me Doll.” He said while wrapping one of his hands around your throat.

Your eyes were rolling back into your head as he fucked you hard against the table, making you loose all of your self confidence.

“Yes, Hayden please!” You cried while he sighed, going even faster.

“Oh my god.” He said while he looked down at you, the signs of real pleasure were all over your face.

He didn’t even need you to announce that you were already coming down on his dick because he could feel your velvety falls squeezing his hard cock.

“You want to come?” He asked while you nodded your head, moaning as he started rubbing your pussy again.

“Oh I’m coming.” You said while grabbing into his back, your finely manicured nails pressing into his skin.

“Fuck Sweetheart.” He groaned while you screamed as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“Come inside of me.” You said suddenly breathless.

“Yes? You want to feel me?” He asked while pressing into you softly.

You squirmed.

“Yes!” You gasped as he picked up his pace again, the overstimulation giving in again.

“I’m close.” He murmured while you looked up at his gorgeous face. His lips were parted, sounds that made you clench around his member left his mouth.

“Y/N” He sighed while you moaned at him hitting all the right spots again.

“Oh, I’m coming.” He said one last time before you felt him coming deep inside you, hot spurts of white semen filling your insides.

He pulled out gently and pushed himself back to his briefs while you lay on your desk, catching your breath.

“Don’t worry, doll.” He chuckled. “There will be plenty time for you to do that after I’m done with you.”

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anakinsdove · 10 months ago

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𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 | 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐞

pairing: sam monroe x shy!girlygirl!fem!reader

summary: sam can’t seem to get hard, he also can’t stand you, but he needs your help.

c/w: nsfw, fluff, friends to lovers, sam pretends not to like reader but they’re actually friends, handjob, makeout session, overstimulation, unintentional dacryphilia? reader doesn’t know she has that kink, also sam is mean and reader is kinda innocent if not naive.

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧! ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。Love you

𝘄/𝗰 - 𝟮,𝟮𝟱𝟴.

Sam stroked his cock lazily, laying on his messy bed while “Paranoid” from Black Sabbath played from his stereo volume insanely loud, he stared at the ceiling eyes wide open. To say he was frustrated was an understatement, he’s been stroking his cock for the past 45 minutes and he can’t even get hard yet, he doesn’t understand what’s wrong, “fuck!” He yells in frustration, he watched every single porn tape he owned and couldn’t even pop a boner, from time to time he looks beside him to the porn magazine, hes just not focused, not even his imagination can help him… it’s been like this for the past week. Maybe it finally happened, his cock doesn’t work anymore and he’s still a virgin, he’s pathetic.

Weed doesn’t work, porn doesn’t work, imagination doesn’t work and he’s not lucky enough to get action, the only thing worse than not being able to get hard himself is not being able to get hard with another girl, he would rather kill himself. His wrist aches and he cries out in frustration, he’s so needy, and he’s sweating, it’s so unfair…. he doesn’t hear you knocking on his window.

“sam!” you been calling his name for the past two minutes but it felt like an eternity for your antsy little ass, he’ll kill you if you go inside without his permission, you don’t understand what his deal is when not letting people go inside he’s too dramatic you think “sam!” you call again, now you’re starting to get impatient so you decide to open his balcony door and get inside.

Sam cringes at sunlight and cries out “get out!” throwing at you the porn magazine beside his head as he quickly covers himself with the sheets… what the fuck?

“What is this?” you ask curiously as you kneel to pick up the magazine your eyes instantly landing on the woman with big tits “Turn around!” Sam yells furiously, you do as he says and quickly puts on a pair of boxers, when he realizes you’re still flicking through his magazine, he walks over and takes it right out of your hands, you don’t say anything only look up at him with doe eyes… sam looks away.

“Are you ready to go?” You ask with that sweet and calm voice of yours, exactly the opposite of Sam’s “Go where?” He asks annoyed, you never made plans of going anywhere together, “My house, we’re going to watch a movie” sam pretends to think hardly about it, making you think he might have more important things to do, cooler things to do than to watch a movie with you, well he doesn’t. “Fine but I’m picking the movie” you nod and Sam turns around to grab some pants from his floor.

“Let’s go” Sam says like it’s obvious he’s done and you’re just standing there like an idiot, you follow him downstairs and to the front door and this time sam opens the door for you but still pushes you a little to get out faster.

You start walking trying to maintain his peace, and steal glances at him when you can, before he notices it “What?” Sam asks… so he did notice after all “Nothing its just… you’re not wearing makeup” you say “So?” He asks “it’s uncommon” he doesn’t roll his eyes or anything, you might be starting to think you’re friends. 10 minutes later you arrive to your house and this time you open the door for Sam.

“Where’s your mom?” He asks “she’s not home” “cool” Sam knows very well the way to your room, your room is completely different to his, clean bedsheets and freshly made bed, pink wallpaper decorating your walls and what might be the star of your room, your pretty vanity displaying all of your makeup, Sam always looks a little bit interested in your makeup but when he realizes it mostly soft colors and pink, blushes and lip gloss he loses interest just as quick, he thinks the only cool makeup product you own it’s black eyeliner, you grab your favorite disc “six pence none the richer” by six pence none the richer and “Kiss me” starts playing, Sam’s face instantly turns in disgust.

“What?” You ask, “isn’t there anything less awful you could play?” “Huh?” “Limp bizkit or something” “Limp what?” Sam decides to drop the topic due your answer. “Wait here, I’ll make the popcorn” you sprint out of your room and sam wanders through your room, he’s done it a dozen times by now, even knows which one is your underwear drawer, where your diary is… he beats up your plushies and when he’s done he goes across the room and stares at your Chad Michael Murray poster you probably found in a girly magazine and gives it the middle finger.

He can hear you singing downstairs and he rolls his eyes, what’s wrong with her? Sam asks himself, and two minutes later he decides there’s nothing worthy of his time in your room and lays on your bed staring at the ceiling “Here” you say putting the popcorn bowl on his stomach, he didn’t even hear you come upstairs, you sit next to him and squirm trying to get comfortable, Sam quickly looks away when he sees your skirt riding up a little bit “So, what movie are we watching?” You ask excited

Sam smirks

“Sam!” You cry out trying to cover your eyes with the popcorn bowl, of course he picked “Texas Chainsaw massacre” you’ve never watched this movie before and you totally hated it, 40 minutes later into the film.. Sam ignores your plea and his eyes are still focused on the tv, “Sam…” you say weakly with a pout in your face, “Sam can we please watch something else?” Sam sighs and grabs the tv remote to pause the movie. “Why?” “It’s too scary” “You’re such a crybaby” Sam says annoyed “It’s all fake, you know that right?” “It’s still very awful” you say and Sam grabs the popcorn bowl from your arms “sorry” you say apologetically.

“Do you want to go outside?” You ask “No” “What do you want to do?” He doesn’t respond “Sam” you try again “what!?” Sam says annoyed and you look like wounded puppy “what’s wrong? you seem really annoyed today, more than usual” “I’m fine” you sit closer to him, now your thighs are touching and he can smell your dizzying body lotion that smells like cupcakes, he stares at your lips and your cleavage…

“You can talk to me, I won’t judge you” Sam knows you would never do it, you’re too pure to make a joke of any situation that might be hurting him “My dick is broken” he lets out abruptly “what?” “I can’t get hard” Sam confesses “Oh” you don’t really know what to say…. “Why?” “I don’t fucking know” there clearly annoyance in his voice

“Are you going to see a doctor?” “What!? Why the fuck would I go to the doctor” “I dunno” you say confused and mostly to yourself “Are you going to tell your mom?” “You give the worst advices ever, seriously, are you that stupid. I wont tell my fucking mom” now he sounds genuinely angry. “Hey you’re not being nice!” Now it’s your turn to yell at him “I’m not trying to be!” You grab your pillow and hit him in the face with it, hard enough to make him yelp, then he grabs your other pillow and hits you with it, you gasp offended “Hey!” You grab the pillow again and start hitting him repeatedly pushing him on his back and getting on his lap as you keep your assault, you’re practically jumping on his dick as the bed moves and creaks beneath you, “Stop!” Sam yells urgently under you, you keep going and Sam lets out a moan and urgently grabs your hips to keep you still “S-stop! I’m sorry”

You finally stop the assault, your expression changing to confusion when you realize Sam is panting beneath you, “What’s wrong?” You ask, he looks up to you in shock and sits up, you try to get off his laps but his hands hold your hips still “Did I hurt you?” You ask with evident sadness and regret in your voice “I’m hard” Sam confesses breathlessly “But I thought you couldn’t-“ “I couldn’t!” You carefully remove yourself from his lap, his blue eyes stare at the obvious tent in his pants and you do it too, he takes the pillow and covers himself feeling ashamed “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” There’s slight annoyance in his voice “You know what is like trying to jack off soft?” You shake your head “It’s fucking annoying” “But I made you hard isn’t that what you wanted?” He shakes his head “I thought I helped you” you said confused “You could help me if I could kiss you” he says and you look at him shocked “i thought we weren’t friends” “We’re not friends” he says “Are you my boyfriend then?” “What!?” He says shocked “I dunno” you say “L-Look sometimes what you think you know doesn’t necessarily have to do much with reality” you tilt your head to the side “Okay”

You start leaning in and he lens back a little bit, you open your eyes in confusion and quickly closes them when he finally kisses you, his lips are soft, inexperienced just as yours, he moves his lips a little more impatient than yours, he’s uncoordinated, you moan when he grabs your waist roughly with one hand trying to pull you close to him, he’s not gentle, not because he doesn’t want to but because he doesn’t know how to… “Sammy… I want to help you” you say breathlessly… he kisses you again and moves him hands to tug on his pants, also his boxers, his cock is freed and slaps against his stomach… “what do I do?” You ask, so much for helping him “Just w-wrap your hand around it” you wrap your hand around his dick too loose for his liking he groans in annoyance due your unintentional teasing.

Sam wraps his hand around yours instructing you to tighten your wrip, and you do, he guides your hand to stroke him faster “Yesyesyes something like that” Sam says and his eyes screw shut “g-give me your hand” he says breathlessly, you do as he says and he spits in your hand “You can go again” you feel the familiar wetness in your panties as you keep jerking him off, the wetness you feel in you aching pussy that can only be relieved when you grind yourself against your plushies rubing nicely against you clit.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you hear Sam say between moans, “Play with my balls c’mon” you cup them gently in your hand not knowing much about what to do with them.. when you start rolling them between your fingers, they feel nice and heavy on your palm fuzzy skin feeling so delicious against your fingers, his heavy cock in your hand is pulsating, you look at him and see his stomach contracting where his shirt rode up… he can’t help but let out pathetic whines “You sound so pretty Sam” you say and his eyes roll back, he moves his hands up to grip your tits and massage them, unexpectedly he grips them too hard and you make a small “ow” sounds make him grip them more gently Sam thinks he’s in heaven… he might be.

“c-cumming cumming!” he pants “ohh f-fuck!” Sam spams, his eyes roll back and his thighs shake, it’s a sight for sore eyes… white ropes of cum paint your hand and your wrist, you keep moving your wrist to help him ride his orgasm, just like when you keep grinding against your plushies after you cum… but Sam is not used to it “w-wait wait!” Sam writes on the bed trying to get away from your touch, “what?” You ask as your wrist keeps moving up and down still at a really fast peace, his head rolls back and you hear a whimper, his toes curl inside his shoes as he kicks his feet desperately… “ah ah ah!” tears start falling from his eyes wetting his eyelashes as he gasps for air “s-stop” you stop instantly when you hear the word and Sam groans tiredly… what the fuck… you gave him the best orgasm of his life… You “Y/N L/N”

Sam curls into himself panting still… you move to your nightstand to grab a wet wipe, you clean your hand and move him on his back… wiping the cum that landed on his stomach and some on his dick, Sam hisses at the contact of the cold wipe on his dick… “Did you- did you like it?” you ask nervously, Sam opens his eyes and puts his softening cock back in his boxers and tugs his pants up. Sam nodds shyly “T-thank you” You unexpectedly hug him falling on top of him, “I’m glad I could help-“

“Y/N!” You hear your mom call from downstairs shes coming upstairs Sam panics a little “Hey Sam!” Your mom greets Sam and he weakly waves at her “What are you guys doing?” “W-We just finished watching a movie” “Oh Okay” finally your mom leaves to her room.

Unexpectedly sam kisses you again, this time is soft and gentle, not rushed but still passionate, “You’re so pretty” he admits “I thought you didn’t like me” you admit “I do” “I thought we weren’t friends” “We’re not!” Sam says and kisses you again.

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜! 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 ��𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤?

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anakinstwinklebunny · 2 months ago

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TW: public sex

Author's note: Halloween ended almost a week ago but it's never too late to write about it. reminding everyone interested about bunnycember :)

The sounds from the Halloween party outside faded, replaced by the harsh, ragged breaths filling the small bathroom. Anakin had you pressed against the toilet, his body caging you in, his presence swallowing you whole. The GHOSTFACE mask darkened his attractiveness. Underneath it, his gaze was hazy, trying to keep them open to not let any second slide from seeing your flushed face

Anakin slammed into you with a painful moan "fucking hell" the toilet rattling with each thrust “Had to get a taste of my witch,” he said, a grin breaking through his heavy breaths as he drove deeper. You could only moan in response, fingers clutching the edge of the sink as you held on for dear life.

Leaning over you, Anakin adjusted his angle, sinking even deeper, finding your delicate sweet spot. “That’s it, baby. Take it,” he rasped, his fingers digging into your hips as your body convulsed around him, muscles tightening almost painfully with each thrust. “Gonna fill this witch’s cauldron up until you’re dripping.”

A shiver ran through you as his hand pressed harder, his thrusts picking up speed, the control slipping just enough to send a thrill through you. “Anakin,” you moaned, his name leaving your lips like a prayer

“Keep it down, we don't want anyone getting in, yeah?” he muttered, his jaw clenched as he heard a knock on the door. But even as the knocks grew louder, he barely paused, his fingers tightening on your waist, his hips snapping faster, harder. “Gonna make you fly, my little witch.”

“Please,” you gasped, completely lost in him now, any restraint melting away with every rough thrust. “Don’t stop.”

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, nipping at your shoulder as his hand slid over your mouth, muffling the cries spilling out of you. "Asking so prettily.." he thrusted into you relentlessly, his body and words wrapped around you until there was nothing but him—the party, the people, everything else forgotten.

Anakin’s hand covered your mouth, his fingers pressing against your lips, muffling your cries as he drove into you, each thrust harder, unrelenting. “Silent now, my little witch,” he rasped, his voice thick with restraint. His other hand slid between your bodies, fingers circling slowly over your sensitive skin, pushing you right to the edge. “You feel that, baby?” he whispered against your ear, the roughness in his voice sending a thrill through you. “Feel how deep I am?”

A loud knock on the door made your heart race, but he only growled, ignoring it as he pressed you even harder against him “It’s fucking taken!” he shouted

The tension spiraled higher, almost unbearable, until you were trembling beneath him, your body teetering on the brink. He could feel it, his movements growing more intense, each thrust urging you to let go. “C’mon, princess,” he murmured, his voice low and demanding. “milk my cock like I know you can"

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xhunnybeeex · 3 months ago

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kinktober post 1

Make Me God

TW// : NSFW content, religious themes, female anatomy, piv, oral (reader receiving), virgin reader, slight corruption kink, Priest! Anakin, pantie stealing,

Anakin is sitting in his usual spot in the pews as you go to look for him. He holds his new vestments in his hands, gazing at them attentively.

“They fit okay, Father?” you ask, sitting next to your friend.

Anakin hesitates before answering, him becoming a priest slipping his mind. It was only a couple days since the young man had become a head figure at your guy’s church. Anakin had met you when you were young, 10 and 14. The both of you never went to the same school, for he was older and went to a private catholic school while you attended public classes. That never stopped the two of you from seeing each other at youth groups, church, and going out. Your parents liked the faithful, obedient man he has become as the two of you fell into your 20s.

He blinks out of his trance and looks over to you. “Oh hey, sorry, this is all just so new still. It feels like a dream.” he chuckles, laying the folded cloth in his lap.

“Its all official now!” you smile, excited for him. Your faith was everything to you, and he was wired the same way. Every action, every word, every thought, all to serve your savior.

“It feels so different,” he admits. “ but in a way it’s like nothing has changed.” he plays with the cross on his neck, fiddling with the metal over his chest between his fingers.

“What do you mean?” you ask. “Everyone sees me the same, nothing has changed in my reputation. But the power I have here, I think God can feel it." His voice is thick, his tone almost eerie. you nod delicately. “I dont think it’s a bad thing people see you the same. They’ve always had high respect for you.”

He pauses, his brows furrowed and his breathing slowed. “Do you?” he questions. Your palms begin to sweat and you begin to feel squirmy. “What? Of course I do, we all-” you ramble but he hushes you. “I didn't ask about everyone, I asked if you did.” he says sternly. He stands from his seat and towers in front of you as your back presses against the pews. “Anakin, i, of course I do.” You mumble. He looks down at you and runs his knuckles down your cheekbone.

“Of course you do, you would never disobey your father, your god.” His voice is silk. Your breathing halts and your legs cross. Your face turns away from his gaze and he can feel your body become warm.

“You Are devoted to your god, aren’t to.” his hand holds your face up to look at his and his thumb presses under your jawline. “Yes father.” you mumble. His eyes move to your lips and he slowly moves his fingers to trace the pink skin. His fingers begin to force their way into your mouth. You don’t even think about moving, telling him to stop. This was your priest, you wouldn’t disobey. “Suck.” he mutters. You obey, sucking gently and swirling your tongue around his flesh. Your eyes are interlocked with his. His face is cold as his jawline is tightly clenched.

He pulls his fingers out and moves down onto his knees, his face eye level with your stomach. He rolls your flowy sunday dress up your thighs and his jaw falls slack as he looks up and down your lace panties. “Your dripping, god made you so beautiful.” he kisses up your thigh as he slides the lace down your legs and stuffs them in his pocket, having no intentions to give them back to you. He licks a long stripe down your folds and your hands go to grip his shoulders when your body starts to shudder under him. His still wet fingers make their way into you and your nails dig into his shoulders through his button up. His lips wrap around your clit and his fingers curl inside of you. You bite your lip to muffle the sounds threatening to escape your lips. “Don't be quiet, let god hear how good you feel.”

He continues to tease you with the tip of his tongue. your lips part and your head falls back against the wooden pews. “You taste like heaven” he murmurs, almost too quietly for you to catch.

He removes his fingers, leaving you to whine due to the empty feeling hes given you. He leaves kisses up your clothed stomach and makes his way up your jaw as he starts to stand and undo his belt. His pants and boxers fall to his ankles and he pulls your hips up to meet his. He lines your folds up with him before pushing himself into you. Your back arches and you cry out from the intense burn from your stretching pussy.

“You're a virgin aren't you.” anakin asks, gripping your hips tightly as he gives you a moment to adjust. You nod frantically and he chuckles. “God would be proud of you.” He kisses your temple and begins to move his hips. The burn slowly turns into an intense feeling of pure pleasure. Low moans escape you and the priest's lips as he thrusts hard and slow into you.

Sweat beads drip down his forehead and darken his blonde curls. His lips move to yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. “Can you feel god through me?” he grunts. “Yes, father.” you squeal. But with the way you are whining and clenching around him, he's convinced you are god, and this is heaven.

His thrusting becomes quick and sloppy, your whining sounds like Hymns in his ear. He feels you clench around him and he holds onto your hips tighter, leaving dark bruises into your skin. “Let go, finish around your priest.” he commands, and you’ll always do what the father asks of you.

You mind is fuzzy as he fucks you into oblivion. You feel the knot in your stomach unravel as anakin holds your body close to his chest, coating your walls with his orgasm. He pulls out, continuing to hold you close to him. He gently sets you on the pews. He takes your panties out of his pocket and wipes the slick around your folds to clean you up. He pulls his pants up and He slips them back into his pocket . He kisses your forehead and picks up his vestments and rubs your cheek with his thumb. “Will I be seeing you next Sunday, my dear?” Anakin asks. You nod and give him a small smile. “Yes father.” he smiles approvingly and walks to his office in the now empty church.

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rafesslxt · 8 months ago

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✧.* 𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑨𝑭𝑭𝑨𝑰𝑹 | 𝑺𝒂𝒎 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒓𝒐𝒆

summary: you and Sam have a secret affair while your bf is his enemy. when you call him to pick you up in that slutty outfit of yours, he shows you what you‘ve missed while partying. - based on this request

warnings: smut!, arguing, cheating, mention of alcohol, smoking, oral (on both), unprotected p in v, cum, choking, orgasm denial, breeding kink, 69 position, dirty talk, dom!Sam but still whimpering here and there bc you cannot tell me he wouldn't

words: 6,5k (bro WHAT) + it‘s 5am so sorry for typos i‘ll correct later

"Don't tell me you're wearing that!" Sam's voice echoes through my room when he stares with jaw down at the dress I changed into. "Sam, it's none of your concern." I sigh, combing lightly through my curls so I don't separate them too much.

It was supposed to be a mistake, a drunken slip, a one time thing. It's been three weeks now and I can't force myself to pull away from the grip he has on me and I don't think he even knows how powerful that grip really is.

It's like I can finally breath again when I'm with him, even If it's never for long or outside our rooms. Currently he's at mine. He came over when I told him I'm getting ready for a party and well - one thing led to another and now he's sitting on my bed with his clothes back on (imagine it like in the picture at the top) watching me getting ready again.

"Are you gonna fuck him?" he asks, jealousy dripping from his voice. "No." I shake my head and glare at him through the mirror. I'm sitting in front of. Since I started sleeping with Sam I didn‘t let him touch me and Sam knew.

I notice him standing up from my bed and slowly stalking over to my chair. He leans down so his head is at the height of my ear. "| want him to fuck you, so you know I can do it better." he almost demands, suddenly tugging my head back with a hard grip on my curls I just styled so perfectly.

"Sam!" I hiss and roll my eyes at him while he still holds my head back. "You're gonna listen to me m'kay?" I gulp and loom at him through my long lashes, batting them at him. He leans closer again and I see his face upside down from my position.

"If you leave wearing that, then the second you come back I'll bend you over everything possible."

I feel the heat creeping up my neck upwards my cheeks, leaving a slight red tint behind. "You belong to me, don't forget that." he mumbles against my lips so soft that you could think he just said the most beautiful thing but his hard grip in my hair reminds me of the opposite.

I know he's obsessive, possessive, jealous. Kind of funny when you think about the fact that he's the affair with me having a boyfriend. And on top of that, his biggest rival. "Enemy" how my boyfriend James would always say.

James. He's the complete opposite from Sam. Mean, bully, rich, entitled, popular, typical jock. I forgot a long time ago why I am in a relationship with him in the first place.

I remember how he alway told me to stay away from Sam when I met him in the cafeteria in school for the first time. Not even a minute after James came and dragged me away from him, not without insulting Sam for speaking to me of course. I smiled at him apologetic, not understanding what was supposed to be wrong with him.

James said Sam's a lot into drugs and stuff but I didn't care. Half of the school is and as long as he's not harming others with it, I really couldn't care less.

I feel Sam's lips ghosting over mine, teasing me with with his hot breath. I love how he kisses me. It's always so full of life, passion and longing. When James kisses me it's just eager, sloppy and wet. Sam kisses like his life depends on it. As If he can't breathe properly but when his lips touch mine.

"Sam.." I breath out in a whiny tone. "Dress like a slut and I'll treat you like one. I don't kiss sluts." he whispers against my lips before pulling away and letting go of my hair. I sigh in frustration when he let's go of me and apply my blush with a pout on my face.

I hear him chuckle behind me, he probably saw the look on my face. "Don't pout angel, write me when you're on your way home later alright?" he grins at me, putting on his shoes and opening my window to climb out of it. I roll my eyes at him playfully, hiding a smile with it when I already feel the excitement in my chest knowing I'll see him later.

And with that he climbs outside and closes the window behind him, winking at me before walking away. It's a miracle to me how he tells me I'm a slut and how he calls me angel the next minute. He always does this, making me feel alive, giddy, like a fucking teenager.

Wait, I am a teenager. But I mean like a teenager with no experiences or one that never talked to a boy before.

I concentrate on my face in the mirror again, applying my favorite lipgloss before I take my purse and throw the lipgloss in it. "Bye Mom!" I shout through the house when I open the front door, hearing her calling me to have a good time and not come home too late.

I love her, she's not too strict and understands me, not forgetting how her life was when she was young like me. But at the same time she would kill for me and protect me from everything. It's a great balance. She trusts me and I don't overstep boundaries.

When I arrive at the party I dressed up for, I can already smell the alcohol and weed from a mile afar through my car window. I roll it up and park a few houses further away when I see everything full of cars.

But what did I expect right? It's James, I mean everyone in either jealous of him or of me because they wanna be with him. If they only knew how easy I would trade that ticket. So of course his birthday party would explode of people. He lives in a big house, his parent's house of course but I think he mentioned something of them being on vacation for two weeks.

I grab the birthday present that rots since two weeks at the backseat of my car and get out of it, making sure that I closed the doors properly. My stomach wrenched and the closer that I get the more my head is starting to get dizzy from all the weed clouds around me.

I greet a few people that I know, hug some of my 'friends' from our friend group and slowly get inside. The air inside is a little better but still smells like alcohol and sweat from the dancing body's in the big living room. "Y/N!" I hear someone shouting over the music. I turn around and notice James' best friend coming towards me.

"Hey Mike, how are you?" I ask him trying to be polite but the truth is the more seconds passed, the more I wanted to throw my gift at James and get the hell out of here. There was a time were I loved nights like these right I front of me. Where I was one of the dancing body's sweating and drinking, sometimes even smoking. But now I just felt so - out of place.. wrong.

"I'm good, I'm good. I guess you're looking for your boyfriend? He's in the backyard with the rest." I smile at him and nod, thanking him for telling me before I watch him disappearing back into the crowd.

I let out a deep breath. I got this. It's just one night. A few hours, right? And then I'll be at Sam's. God I have to stop thinking about him like that, he's just.. sex, right?

I walked into the kitchen, looking for something to normal to drink but of course they only bought alcohol. I took a red plastic cup and filled it up with tap water, taking a big chuck from it, trying to calm my nerves a little. Oh fuck it. I grabbed a whiskey bottle and filled my cup up with Pepsi and the alcohol in my hand. Yeah, that's better for calming nerves. I mean, I'm already here so why not try to have at least a little fun.

With the drink in my hand I leave the kitchen and open the glass doors t the back yard where James is supposed to be. And doesn't take me long to find him with 'the rest' how Mike said. 'The rest' is usually our friend group. I like them, I really do. But they're just.. not that deep. It's fun to party with them, go to school with them - well the ones that don't skip all of their classes, and maybe even talking about little problems like arguing with parents or fights with boyfriends and girlfriends. But that's as far as it goes.

Maybe that's the reason why I feel so comfortable around Sam. I remember the first night we had sex, he lit up a J afterwards and asked me If I wanted to. I shook my head and sat on my rooftop with him, watching the stars. I never talked to him a lot before, like I said James kept me far away from him, but still we talked abut everything that came to our minds.

Aliens, the universe, the stars, the whole fucking galaxy. How does everything work? Is the government telling us everything? Are there already people on our earth that don't come from here? Maybe it was the weed, but I don't think so. It felt natural to talk with him. Having a good laugh for the first time win months.

My heart starts to race when I think about that night with him. Sometimes I wonder If I'm - no. That couldn't be. It can't be. He would never also. Right?

I get thrown out of my thoughts when I feel two arms sliding around my body from behind. "Hey baby." a deep voice whispers into my ear. I know it's James. I smell his cologne and obviously I recognize his voice. His breath smells like alcohol, a lot alcohol.

"Hey James. Happy Birthday." I force a smile on my lips and turn around in his grip. He kisses me and cups my face in his hands, squeezing my cheeks together. "Thank's babe. Why are you standing here tho? Come on let'S go to our friends." He takes my hand into his and pulls me towards a little chill lounge where everyone sat with drinks or J's in their hands. "Hey guy's!" I greet every single one of them before sitting down next to my boyfriend.

"Here, for you." I smile at him and give im his present. "Thank you baby." he smiles brightly when he opens it and see's what's inside. "Hell yeah!" he grins and pulls out a pair of shoes. To be honest, I don't know what's so special about him but I knew he talked 24/7 about them with Mike and how hard they are to get to I asked a friend of my dad who had a lot of connections when it was about fashion.

"They are great, thank you baby." He gives me another kiss, sloppy and a little too wet. God how I missed Sam's lips and - no. "Yeah, no problem." I answer, trying to hold my smile up.

The night went by slow, my mind racing with the wrong thoughts when you're considering I'm sitting right next to my boyfriend. He has his hand on my thigh, and his other one around his red cup filled with liquor.

At some point I started to take drink after drink, probably not being able to drive later. I took out my phone, reading some messages I have gotten. Two from my best friend Lisa, who lives in New York, sadly, and one from Sam. My heart starts racing again so I take another sip from my drink before opening it.

"How's the party going?"

I try to hide a smile when suddenly a evil little idea gets to my head. Everyone around my was busy ding something so no eyes were on me when I took a photo of James hand on my thigh and send it to Sam with a little message.

"How I wish it was your's."

I bite the inside of my cheek when I wait for an answer, not expecting it to come as quick as it does.

"Is that you'r way of showing me how sorry you are for ging out like that?"

I swallow down the clump in my throat and try to ignore the bad feeling in my stomach. Is he mad? Was it a bad idea to send him a picture? I know he's a jealous type but I already have too much alcohol in my veins to be reasonable.

I lean backwards against the lounge I'm sitting on and take another picture. This time of my face and cleavage not letting a lot to the imagination. I bite down on my bottom lip and smirk into the little camera of my phone, looking up as innocently as possible.

"How about I show you how sorry I am later?"

What I don't know is how Sam's breath got stuck when he saw my message. He looked at it, imagining how he would rip that damn dress off and fuck me through the whole night. His hand wanders down to his hard cock, massaging it slightly through his sweatpants. A quite moan leaves his lips when he stares at the way I bite down on my lip. "Little minx." he mutters to himself when he closes the picture and let's go of his boner.

"Trust me, you'll be sorry. Have fun at your little party, angel."

With a smile on my lips I put my phone away again, grabbing my cup. "Why're you smiling like that? Who texted you?" the voice of James ask me, making me jump a little. "Huh?" I look up at him when he towers his head over me a little. " I saw you texting and smiling. Who texted you?" he repeats himself, a serious look on his face.

I sigh when I knew how this would go. I mean, he's right and If we're being honest, I'm cheating on him There's nothing romantic or noble behind this. He's right. But at the same time, he was jealous in a little meaner way than Sam is. I never cheated on James before and even two years ago when we started dating, he always accused me of cheating on him or texting other boys when in reality I've never done such a thing.

Oh, there even was a rumor once that he cheated on me with a girl from our friend group, Amanda. She's nice. But also knew it was true that she had an eye on James.

"Lisa texted me." Well, that wasn't a lie. "Oh yeah? And what made you smile about it?" he asks, glaring at me. I roll my eyes at him and look away, knowing he hates it. So I'm not really surprised when he pulls my face back into his direction and repeats himself again.

"What made you smile, y/n?" "Oh my god she's my best friend and lives in another state! I was just happy she texted me!" I groan annoyed and stand up from my seat, his hand dropping from my thigh. "Where are you going?" he calls after me but also doesn't make any attempt on following me so I ignore his words and walk back inside through the house and up some stairs that I know lead to a bathroom.

When I get inside I lock the door behind me and let out a deep breath. I pull my phone out of my purse and look for a certain name in my contact. I hold it against my ear when it starts ringing on the other side. Not even two rings later he picks up.

"What's up, angel?" Sam smiles into the phone. "Miss you.." I mumble into the phone, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub behind me. I hear him chuckling. "Then leave, it's that easy." "You know its's not." I argue, pouting while looking into the mirror over the sink. I run a finger over the corner of my mouth, taking off a little of my smudged lipgloss.

he sighs into the phone now too so I continue talking. "he's gonna ask where I'm going and then will insist on one of his friend bringing me home just so he knows I'm not going anywhere else. And If I go without telling him he'll literally stand in front of my house after at least an hour."

"Break up with him." he says. "What?" I gasp, surprised he said that. I mean yes it is obvious that I should but not one time one of us really spoke these words. "You're not happy with him and you'll never be. You should find someone where you are." Someone. I don't know if it's the feeling slowly creeping up my neck and spilling over after holding them in for so long or simply the alcohol but I only scoff and roll my eyes.

"Yeah, right. Someone." my voice sounds cold and distant, pissed. "Y/n was you know what I mean.." "No, Sam. Actually I don't" Silence. And another sting I feel in my heart.

"See you, Sam." I chuckle sarcastically and press the red button on my phone. Not a second later I hear someone knocking on the door. "Y/n? Are you inside??" I groan when I hear James voice. God why can't he just leave me alone.

I stand up from the bathtub and walk over to the door, unlocking it. "Oh, Mike." I say, realizing it's not James. "Uh- James told me to look after you." "Oh, great? And he couldn't do it by himself?" I scoff, pushing past his best friend. I hear him sigh too and walk after me. "You know how he is." "An asshole?" I state, looking at him. He just grins and shrugs. "It's fine. I just wanna be alone for a moment, okay?" "Okay." He nods slowly and leaves.

I really don't know why he's keeping up with James bullshit. He's way too smart and nice for all of this. Well, just like me.

Still annoyed I wander through the hall of this ridiculous huge house, scanning all these portraits and pictures on the walls. My parents are rich too, really rich but this is just.. hideous A family of 5 living in a house as big at the fucking White House.

My mind races with thought when I suddenly hear voices whispering and giggling. I knit my eyebrows and try to be as quiet as possible to hear them again. They lead me to a big door to which I press my ear against. I recognize the voices but I couldn't quite put my finger on who they were so nosy me slowly opens the door a little just to take a little peep.

I didn't expect to see what was I front of me. My boyfriend. And Amanda. Making out on a couch. "When are you finally breaking up with her?" I hear Amanda whine like the little bitch she is. "I don't know. I told you this is just a one time thing Amanda." he answers.

What is going on? "One time thing? You're telling me four months are a one time thing for you?" she argues back. What did she just say? Four months? I close the door and take a step back.

I mean I know I'm cheating on him too. I'm no saint. But fucking four months? At the same time, I go inside myself for a moment and try to feel anything. But nothing. Not a single tear, not a single ache in my heart. I feel.. relieved? Am I crazy? My boyfriend of two years cheats on me and I feel relieved?

I quietly walk back down the hall, back down the stairs to the party. It's over. It's fucking over. I feel a smile creeping up my face when I walk outside into the backyard again. "Hey y/n, everything good?" A girl named Jessy asks me. I smile at her, almost laughing. "I'm feeling as good as never before." A giggle slips out my mouth when I sit down and take another drink from the table. They share a few looks but I couldn't care less.

I take out my phone and open the chat between me and Sam. Just now I see he texted me right after our phone call.

You know what I meant y/n.

It's complicated.

Please don't ignore me.

Are you still coming over later? I miss you

Miss your tight litte pussy around my cock

I roll my eyes at the last message but chuckle.

Oh and I know you just rolled your eyes at that

Wanna see your pretty (your eye color) eyes roll back when I fuck your attitude out of you

I quickly type in my answer, sending it with no regret now.

Can you come pick me up Sammy? I'm drunk and I want you, please.

Of course angel. Where do you want me to park? The street before the main?

Just park in front of the house

He was surprised at my massage but shrugged it off.

Alright. Gonna be there in 30.

I tucked my phone away again, taking in a deep breath. The excitement crept up in my chest again. Now that I knew James cheated on me too, I had a much less guilty for doing it with Sam. Old me would have ripped her hair out when I saw her sitting on my boyfriends - ex-boyfriends lap. But you know what? Let her have him. I know he's bad in bed. Let her realize one day she's off better.

After only fifteen minutes I heard them coming outside together, giggling slightly before sitting back down and pretending nothing happened. I played dumb and smiled at James. "Hey, where have you been? I looked for you." Yeah, let him sweat a little. "Oh uh- I looked for you too, I've sent Mike to tell you." he grumbled, glaring at his best friend.

"Hm, weird. And why did you came outside with her?" I point at Amanda, who looks at me like a deer in the lights. "She uh- she helped me. She helped me looking for you.." he stumbles over his own words.

I just nod when I felt my phone vibrating.

I'm here. Drove faster.

I smile at Sam's message and stand up without saying a word. "Where are you going?" James asks, this time following me. Amanda and Mike stand up too, following him like fucking puppy's.

"Home." I say, shrugging with my shoulders without looking at him. " You're drunk. Let Mike drive you home, he didn't have that much." he tries. "Oh don't worry, my drive is already here silly." I giggle, my stomach tingling in the best way possible when I see Sam's car lights through the windows.

"What do you mean?" James asks me mad, walking a bit faster now to keep up with me. I walk through the living room again and then outside the front yard where I see Sam leaning against the passenger seat door.

Before walking towards him I stop and turn around. "James, it's over. I'm not mad at you okay? I did the same. I'm just so relieved that you obviously feel the same about our relationship." He looks at me dumbfounded. "What are you talking about?" I roll my eyes and laugh at his words. "Oh come on. I saw you and Amanda and I heard you too and don't even try to deny it please cause I'm fucking someone else too."

I see the anger creeping up his face, ignoring the fact that he's cheating on me completely. "WHAT? Who the fuck are you talking about?" Then it hits him. He looks at me and beside me in the distance, he recognizes Sam standing against his car.

"You've got to be fucking kissing me you dumb slut!" he starts shouting and insulting me but I turn around and walk to Sam. I notice him looking at me confused but I just straight walk towards him, push myself against him and kiss him with all the passion inside me, in front of everyone.

I hear James yelling in the background, Mike probably holding him back. Sam's lips move against mine, his hands wandering up my sides, gripping the flesh beneath his fingers. "Fuck, what's that all about huh?" he mumbles against my lips, pulling away slightly.

Out of nowhere I feel the heat pooling in my stomach, yelling at me to finally fuck him. "I want you Sam. Want you to fuck me stupid." I had to giggle, I can't stop it. God he has to think I'm ging literally crazy but he just bites his lips and pushes me inside his car, driving off with me.

"What happened in there?" he chuckles and gazes at me for a second before returning his eyes back to the road in front of us.

"You'll never believe! When I hang up I wandered around the house and found him with Amanda, making out and her saying that they are fucking for four months now. And I - I just felt so free all of a sudden. No tear no anger, nothing. Just free." I ramble my words down, smiling the whole time.

"So I got you for myself now huh?" I don't know why but my cheeks burned like hell when he said that. Did he want me for himself? I mean yeah well who wants to share but like- does he want me or want me?

When we arrive his house, he parks in front of the house, helping me out of the car and inside the house. "Your Dad home?" I whisper to him when we walk up the stairs to his room. He shakes his head and grins devilish. "He's camping or something. Means you can be as loud as you want, angel." I bite my lip at his comment and rush upstairs with him, him basically throwing me onto his bed but upside down, so my head is at the edge of the bed.

"Remember what I told you If you go out in that outfit, I'm gonna fuck you over everything possible?" he remarks with his voice so raspy in my ears. I bite down on my lip again, nodding and trying to hide a smile but failing miserable. "This will be the last time you're laying on this bed for tonight." he grins down at me and leans down towards my lips, licking over my bottom lip before kissing me.

I hum against his lips when I feel him nibbling on mine. When he pulls away his breathing gets heavier. Is he just as excited as I am? He puts a hand on my cheek and strokes the skin with his thumb. "You're gonna be a good girl, angel?" "Hmm of course."

"Good, then do what I say, alright?" he half demands. I see him opening his belt, and pulling down the zipper of his jeans. "You got me so fucking hard you have no idea." he chuckles while pushing everything in the way down.

No matter how often I see his cock, it always amazes me again how big he is, his pretty pink tip leaking pre-cum. He takes a step closer to the bed again and grabs my arms, pulling me so much that my head hangs over the edge. "You're gonna suck my cock and maybe I'll play with you." I nod eagerly and open my mouth for him, ready to take him in.

He takes his dick into his own hand and rubs it teasingly against my lips, biting down on his own lip. I sneak out my tongue and lick off the salty essence from his tip, letting it slide over and over it again.

"Hmm.." then out of nowhere, he pushes in, almost choking me with it. His eyes roll back before he moves his hips, fucking my mouth without giving me a moment to get comfortable. "Shit, it alway surprises me how well you can take it. Let's see how far you can." he groans, pushing his hips deeper.

I try to breathe through my nose and concentrate on pleasuring him, hoping he would reward me for it. "I'm gonna fuck your throat baby, 's that alright?" he asks before pushing in deeper after I nod slightly. "Oh fuck.." he let's out a deep groan and closes his eyes. "I can see my fucking dick in your throat baby. God that's so hot."

His gaze wanders over the rest of my body until he sees my purse beside me, my phone fallen out of it. He leans forwards, choking me even more and takes it into his hands. I see him start taking pictures of it and smiling at them like a artist who just found his muse.

Tears start forming in my eyes due the feeling of him choking me every few seconds. "Fuck you look so pretty when you cry baby but that's your fault hm. Got outside like a little slut. Remember, you act like one, I'll treat you like one." he repeats himself.

I move my tongue up and down at the side of his cock, massaging the prominent vein he has. I hear him whimper slightly, his tough facade faltering a little.

He let's his hands wander over my body, massaging the flesh beneath my dress, pinching my nipples through the fabric making me whine around his cock. "Fuck you like that, right? Think I'm gonna reward you for listening so good." he slowly pulls out his cock and let's me catch my breath. I cough a little and swipe away the tears that started to run down my face.

He looks at me expectingly and raises one of his brows. "Thank you." I choke out to which he nods and leans over my body, pulling up the front of my dress. I hear him chuckle when he notices the wetness soaking through my underwear. "You get off on sucking my cock?"

His fingers ghost over my aching clit, teasing it through the fabric. I whine out loud and push my hips up. "Please, please touch me Sammy." "Hmm but I', already touching you. Gotta be more specific."

"Pleeease, need to feel your mouth. Please." never in my life would I beg any man like that. But for Sam to touch me I would get on my knees and start praying.

He pushes my underwear to the side and laps at my puffy folds, tasting me and groaning. "You taste so good.." then he starts sucking my clit and I almost faint at the feeling. I let out a silent moan, bucking my hips but he presses them down and slightly nibbles at my clit.

"Fuck Sam!" my scream echoes probably through the whole house. "Suck my cock again." he mumbles against my pussy, adding a finger and teasing my entrance with it. I grab his hard cock and wrap my lips around the tip, sucking on it with a lot of pressure. "Oh yeah.." he groans against me, sucking harder on my nub.

I feel his finger entering me slowly, then another one so it's two and curling them up just right. I let out a long moan around him, squeezing my eyes shut. I take him deeper until he hits the back of my throat.

He groans against my clit, making me moan around his cock because of the vibration. It's like an endless circle of pleasure.

He starts pumping his fingers faster, flicking his tongue over my clit like he knows every inch of my body. Well – he does.

Then I start feeling it, the fire pooling in my abdomen. My walls clench around his fingers, signaling him I'm almost there. He let's go of my clit and continues pumping his fingers. "Are you close baby?" he asks tauntingly and puts his thumb on my now sensitive clit, rubbing it without any mercy.

I cry out around his cock, tears running down from all the pleasure around me. Never ever did James make me feel like this just from oral. Then, right before I explode, he stops. Pulls out his fingers and let's go of my pulsing nub, even pulling his cock out of my mouth.

"Sam!" I cry, bucking my hips into the air. "That's for leaving in that fucking dress." he whispers, kneeling down so his face is in front of mine. I huff out some air, pouting when I lose my orgasm.

He grabs my should again and pulls me up, away from the bed. He pushes me towards his desk with a mirror on it, grabbing my neck. " 'm gonna fuck you from behind and you're gonna watch yourself in the mirror, yeah?" "Yes." I answer, leanin forwards, my upper body on his desk now. "Spread your legs." he commands and pushes them apart with his knee.

"Look at that, I don‘t even have to fucking touch your dress, you‘re such a little whore." he spat when he sees my dress isn't covering my ass anymore. A sudden pang hit's me. I look over my shoulder back at him and see him grinning at me, slapping my ass again but this time a lot harder.

I moan when his hand hits my skin, making him smirk even wider. "I should have known you're gonna like that." he pulls my underwear down and positions himself at my entrance. "Beg for it, wanna hear what a little slut you are for me."

"Hm yes your slut only.." I moan and wiggle my hips against him, hoping for some friction. "Please Sam, I need to feel you inside me, please. I've been so good, please." my begging is like music to his ears and before I can see it coming, he pushes inside me with one go.

"Oh fucking hell!" he groans loudly, his mouth wide open and his eyebrows pushed together. "Fuck Sam, I feel you so deep!" I whine, grabbing the edge of the desk. He starts moving his hips, slowly at first and then fast like never before.

The sound of his thrusts, his skin slapping against mine could be heard through the whole house together with our moans and groans. Thank god his Dad is camping.

His right hand finds it way around my throat, squeezing it just lightly to make me feel lightheaded. "Look at yourself." he demands. I bite my lip when I watch him through the mirror. I could see the sweat on his forehead, a few hair strands clinging to it. His eyes are slightly hooded from the pleasure he felt every time my walls massaged his cock just so perfectly.

"So fucking tight I swear If I didn't knew better I would think you're a fucking virgin." I love how dirty his words are, every time. "God, you're milking me." a little whimper leaves his lips when I squeeze my walls around him, the sound going straight to my core, making me clench even more. Like I said before, just a circle of pleasure.

"You know what's the best of it all? At first it was more about fucking his girlfriend, knowing she's coming around my cock. But now I have you all to myself and I'm gonna die before I let anyone else touch you ever again. You're mine now, angel." he pants and Strats to move his hips in a brutal pace now, making me scream out his name.

"Yeah, scream my name so loud the whole fucking neighborhood knows who you belong to, come on." The grip of his hand around my throat get's tighter, making me dizzy but also so soaked.

"I'm gonna fill you up so good until your little cunt is dripping with my cum." I gasp at his words, my walls clenching around him automatically. "Oh you like that baby? Like the idea of me pumping that pussy full with my cum? Shit, you're like a fucking dream. Just as sick and dirty as me." "Sam.. please.." I whine, sobbing at the thought of his words.

"Say it baby, say it, come on. Let me hear it. Fucking let me hear you beg for it." he groans, his cock already throbbing inside of me, ready to bust. "Oh Sammy please, please fill me up. Come inside of me, wanna feel it so bad." I let out a few sobs again, watching him react to my words in the mirror.

His eyes roll back and one of his hands wanders around me, rubbing my clit in circles, adding to the tight feeling in my stomach. "I'm so close.." I whimper, closing my eyes.

"No no no, you're gonna watch yourself come around me." I open my eyes again, feeling tears pooling inside my eyes. I look at the desk beneath me, rocking back and forth, all his school stuff already on the floor. "Sam, please let me come, please."

He lets out a dark laugh and slaps my ass again with much more force than before. "Want me to fill you up real good? Wanna feel my cum dripping down between your pretty thighs? Wanna walk around with my baby inside you? Fuck you would be such a good mommy hm.."

My eyes roll back at his words and the crushing feeling finally explodes inside me, a broken cry leaving my lips when I finally come around him, milking him so good.

"Fuck y-yes oh I'm gonna come. Gonna come in that tight pussy." a whimper leaves him again, adding to the crushing orgasm I have. His grip on my hip and my throat get's tighter, so tight I almost can' breath.

With a loud moan he let's go, spilling his hot seed inside of me. "Shit.." I whimper, feeling him flooding my cunt. When I slowly calm down again, I look over my shoulder, seeing him panting heavily, his chest rosing up and down. He slowly pulls out of me, a little whimper leaving me.

He takes a step back and smirks the he scans my body, his cum running down the inside of my thighs. "Hmm looks so fucking good." He comes closer again and pushes his cum back inside. "Keep it there." he whispers inside my ear, leaving shivers down my spine.

He pulls me back up and hold me when he notices my numb legs. "Don't think I am done with you angel. I said on every fucking surface."

My wide eyes look up at him but only met with his devilish looking ones. "This is gonna be so much fun, angel." he speaks before pushing me against his window, my legs wrapped around his hips.

This is definitely better tan crying after a break up.

Sooooo what do we think? My first Sam Monroe fic 🤝🏻

hope u liked it and thank u for reading! 🖤

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skyguys-princess · 7 months ago

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𝐏𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Pairings: sub Sam Monroe x dom fem Reader

Summary: After calling Sam ‘puppy’ as a joke it leads to a newly discovered kink.

Requests: open

Warnings: Mommy kink, dry humping, oral (f receiving), shin riding, handjob, dick pic, titty sucking, scent kink…

Sam had been antsy all day, his leg bouncing under his desk. He stared down at his textbook disinterestedly, the words blurring together.

He tried his hardest to concentrate he really did. He knew how proud you were of his grades improving thanks to your study sessions. He was proud too, it was the first time he could remember someone putting in the effort for him. He was actually proud of himself, and it was all thanks to you. You never tried to change him into someone else, you encouraged him and saw him as the person he is.

So when he flipped through his notebook, seeing your notes in the margins. He couldn’t help the grin that broke out on his face. His eyes glazing over as his mind ran rampant. The thoughts gradually escalating…

You’ve got this pretty boy x

The pink of your gel pen popped out against the black and white of his notes. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks, and more south. Down, down, to his cock. He squirmed in his seat, his hips shifting. As he tried to make himself more comfortable in the stupid plastic chair. He groaned frustrated, looking down he saw his cock pressing up against the fabric of his pants. He crossed his legs in a desperate attempt at trying to hide his boner.

He looked up at the clock on the wall above the whiteboard. His foot tapping rhythmically as the hand ticked in accordance to the seconds passing. ‘For fuck sake,’ he thought to himself.

Relax and breathe, you know what you’re doing gorgeous.

If he was standing up he knew his knees would buckle. He never was a fan of pet names till he met you. There was something about the way your warm voice met his ears, as if your honeyed words were caressing his very soul. Stirring something deep within him. He ran his pale, ring clad fingers over your written words. His heart fluttering and his cock throbbing with desire.

Before he knew it his hand shot up, “yes Sam?” Mister Matthew’s, his geometry teacher spoke.

“Can I be excused?” Sam asks politely, prepared to leave without his permission. His teacher nods, knowing there was no point in arguing. Sam immediately stood up, rushing for the door. Swinging it open and heading for the toilets. He pushes open the the door to the bathrooms, heading into a cubicle. He locks it behind him hastily before he tugs his erect cock from his pants. The blushed tip leaking beads of precum. Rolling down his shaft as he fished his phone out of his pocket. Unlocking it and pressing onto your contact, he wraps his hand around his length. Squeezing it as he pulls up the camera, taking a photo and sending it to you.

His knees buckle as he hears his phone ping.

Touching yourself without me pretty boy?

Your message comes through, making him blush even harder than he thought possible. As he slowly strokes his length up and down. “Ah fuck,” he whimpers. While his shaky hands struggle to type out his response.

Maybe…

He whines, wishing it was your hand fisting his cock instead. Or even better, your delicious pussy. He started jerking off to the mere thought, the phantom of your taste on his lips as he pumped his cock. Biting his soft plushy lips to try to quiet himself.

Naughty boy

Am I going to have to train you puppy?

As his eyes ran over the word puppy, his knees buckled and he creamed all over his hand. Falling to the tiled floor of the cubicle with a harsh thud he didn’t even register the pain in his knees as he panted. Trying to catch his breath and collect himself, to no avail. His warm seed continued to flow from the tip of his flush cock head. He could do nothing but stare in disbelief, his jaw slack from his wanton moans. He reached for the toilet roll, his hands trembling. He missed, sending it tumbling to the ground. Unrolling right to his lap, he scramble for it. Yanking off a long piece, desperately wiping at his hand. He made no effort to wipe his cock clean, to sensitive from his previous activities.

His shaky fingers struggle to type out his response…

Yes please Mommy

Rereading over his text, he whispered it to himself.

Mommy?

The ping made him jump, “oh shit.” He murmured to himself, scared he’d gone too far. Unbeknownst to him, you were having a fucking ball. Grinning at your phone at the back of your history class. The topic of the session long since forgotten.

Sorry I didn’t mean too

He hastily responds, much to your amusement.

Oh you will be…

He’s left flabbergasted at your response, ‘what does she mean by that?’ He looks down at his cock, that had gotten semi hard just from your teasing.

Meet me behind the bleachers next period.

Puppy

Yes ma’am

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Sam dipped out of his next class, heading to the bleachers where you’d told him to meet. The post support your weight as you leaned your back against it. Looking back at the dick pic Sam had sent you only a few minutes earlier. You could imagine how antsy he was, he never was very patient. Especially when it came to his sensitive cock. You glance up from your phone, hearing footsteps. Followed by the soft crunch of pebbles from the impact. Law and behold it was Sam Monroe, your pretty boy.

A shy smile tugged at his lips as he approached you. Running his tongue along his bottom lip, catching his piercing between his teeth. His eyes raking over your relaxed form. He wrapped his arms around your torso once he reached you, holding you tightly. While burying his face into the crook of your neck. Breathing you in, his sensitive cock hardening from your mere scent. “Well someone’s happy to see me,” you voice. Holding a taunting edge to your words.

He runs his tongue up along your jugular. Tasting the sweetness of your skin, “mmm… more than you can imagine.” He rasps, desperation dripping from his words. Your hands grasp his hips, tugging them to meet yours.

A whimper escaping his part lips, as he stared down at your cleavage pressing against his chest. You start grinding his hips against yours, “wanna tell me what got you so worked up puppy?” You feel his hips jolt forward as the word ‘puppy’ escapes your lips. And a knowing smile forms on your face, ‘ahh I see.’ You grab his hand, intertwining your fingers with his absentmindedly. While towing him along with you to the football field. Closing in on the side lined with trees. As he followed behind you like a lost puppy, how fitting.

“I saw your notes on my book and I just- it ahh-“ He mumbles, bringing his arm up. Scratching behind his neck, anxiously. The feel of butterflies fluttering in his stomach, only you ever brought out in him.

“Yes?” You raise a brow, prompting him to continue.

He looks down, trying to find the right words. “It uh- it made me… hard.”

You bite your bottom lip in an attempt to stop yourself from laughing. As you got close enough Sam pounced. He couldn’t take it any longer, he spun you around. Pushing you back till your back gently hit the tree. Your eyes widening slightly in surprise. “Oh puppy you really are horny aren’t you?” He grinds his clothed erection against the crotch of your pants.

He nods quickly, “yes- yes Mommy.” He babbles, his hands sliding under the hem of your shirt. Unhooking your bra before cupping your tits. Squeezing them, before rubbing his thumbs over your nipples. Watching them perk up. Before pushing your shirt and bra up over your head, tossing them to the floor. Before latching his mouth to your left nipple. Sucking harshly as he wrapped his arms around you tightly. Caging you against him.

His gaze meets yours as he tilts his head up. Reluctantly detaching his mouth from your nipple. “Can I?” He asks, his ring clad hand moving closer to the waistband of your pants.

You nod, amused by the clear desperation in his eyes. “Yes puppy.”

He whimpers in response to your words, bucking his clothed cock against your heat between your plush thighs. “Ahh ngh!” He moans, shoving his hand down your pants. Pushing under your panties, rubbing harsh and relentless circles on your sensitive nub. Making you let out a breathless moan, leaning your head back against the tree trunk. "Mmm Mommy," he whimpers under his breath.

Raking your fingers through his hair, you yank his head back. His watery eyes staring up at you. "What was that puppy?”

“Mommy,” he repeats. His knees buckled as he came undone. His orgasm hitting him like a truck. As he clung to you tightly, falling to his knees. Unbuttoning your pants, slowly pulling them down. Revealing the skin of your juicy thighs. He nuzzles his face into your panty clad pussy. He takes a stiff, moaning at the smell. Licking a strip over the soft material. Before hooking his fingers under the waistband. Looking up at you for permission, you nod. Making his eyes light up, as he yanks your panties down to your ankles. Grabbing the back of your ankles and spreading your legs apart, exposing your glistening pussy to him.

His mouth waters at the sight. He leans forward, nudging his nose against your clit. Running his tongue through your folds, parting them. As your hands grabbed at his hair, tugging on his strands as his pretty lips sucked on your clit viciously. Feeling that pleasurable coil wind in your stomach. As he interchanges his mouth for his thumb, bringing his tongue to your entrance. Prodding his tongue into your hole, thrusting in and out. Feeling your slick gather on his tongue, as your knees buckle. He grips your hips, supporting your weight with his toned arms. As his tongue continued to lap at your pussy, rapidly. Your eyes squeezed shut as your legs trembled, moans tumbling from your parted lips. “That’s it puppy, doing so well for me. Gonna cum,” he whimpers at your words. The action sending vibrations through your core, he sits himself on your foot. His erect cock accidentally grazing along your shin making him jolt forward. Grinding his clothed length against your leg. Feeling a wet spot forming on his pants, as he continued to eat you out. Suffocating himself in your pussy and he felt as though he was dying from pleasure. As he continued his incessant humping and his tongues rough caresses against your velvety walls. He felt himself explode, his warm seed soaking his pants and his length. Which triggered your orgasm, cumming all over his pretty face. You both panted, catching your breath. “You did so well puppy…”

You reassure him as he nuzzles his face against your breasts. “Thanks Mommy,” he whispers breathlessly. His tone pitchier then usual. You bring a hand down to rub his back, comfortingly.

“No problem puppy.”

(dividers by @chilumitos)

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skywvlkersgrl · 2 months ago

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Annotated

Parings: Sam Monroe x reader

Warnings: none, just some innocent fluff because I’m a sucker for soft Sam Monroe

I may have completely based this Gilmore girls

“Where the hell is it?” You mutter as you rummage through the clutter under your bed. You’d been looking for your copy of pride and prejudice, it was always your favourite book to read during fall.

You were so engrossed with your search, you hadn’t noticed your friend Sam climb through your bedroom window.

“S’it a special occasion or something? Why so tidy in here?”

His voice makes you jump, hitting your head on the bottom of your bed. He’s standing in your window, an amused grin playing on his dark features, his hair ruffled from climbing up to your room. You fix him with an annoyed glare for making you knock your head before replying

“I’ve lost my book.” You reply simply before delving back under your bed to look.

You hear the bed creak above you as Sam presumably has sat down on it.

“Princess, I got something that will make your day.” You can hear his smirk through his voice and it makes you peek your head up to see what he’s sounding so cocky about.

In his hands, is your slightly dog eared copy of pride and prejudice.

Sam had always been adamant he didn’t read. He liked to play dumb, being late to school, refusing to do homework, skipping, that sort of thing. Though you always knew he was smarter than he let on.

“I just wanted to put some notes in the margins for you.” He mumbles, looking suddenly shy.

You take the book out of his hands with a happy smile, feeling your stomach flip. Sure enough, there they were, in his messy scrawled handwriting that only you seemed to be able to read.

“You’ve read this before?” You grin

He nods. “About forty times.” He glances up at you, something different than normal in his gaze. Something that looked awfully like vulnerability.

“I thought you said you didn’t read much.”

“Well, what is much?” He shrugs with a grin, his expression relaxing once he realises you weren’t judging him.

You just look back and forth between him and the book, a giddy smile on your features.

“Goodnight Princess.” He just grins, moving back towards your window. You feel a pang of disappointed that he was leaving so soon but you knew his dad would have his head if he got caught sneaking out again.

“Goodnight dodger.” You reply, unable to resist teasing the boy in front of you.

A confused frown tugs on his features for a brief second before he laughs, “Oliver twist?”

You nod, watching as he climbs back out the open window. Once he’s gone, you settle down on your bed, flipping open your book, tracing your fingers over his notes, a blush creeping over your face as you about the dark haired mall goth with a secret sensitive side.

#sam monroe #sam monroe x reader #Sam Monroe imagines #hayden christensen #hayden christensen x reader #anakin skywalker #scott barringer #James Kelly #lorenzo di lamberti #Hayden Christensen imagines

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jediavengers · 6 months ago

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𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲 ⋆ ˚｡⋆

warnings: 18+, smut, mild dumbification, degradation, slapping, forced orgasm, power dynamics, sub!anakin, dom!reader, crying, mentions of alcohol

pairing: sub!bratty!anakin x reader

“5 times. 5 times today you’ve pressed your luck, and i’m done with it.” You slam the door behind you as you storm in your apartment behind Anakin.

“You’re being dramatic, I didn’t even-“

You quickly turned on your heel. A harsh slap across his face to shut him up.

“Dramatic? Do you remember what happened the last time you spoke to me like that?” You snap, your words cold and quiet.

All day Anakin had been a little brat. He’d made several remarks that were unnecessarily rude, slapped your ass multiple times in public settings and tried using the force to touch you.

He was downright careless, doing these things where anyone could see. And you were done with his bullshit.

“Bedroom. Now.”

Anakin’s eyes widened, realizing you weren’t messing around. No, you were mad.

He quickly listened, nearly running to your bedroom.

“Better be stripped and on the bed by the time I get back there.” You shout down the hallway, then you turn to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine. Maker knows you needed it.

After you quickly downed the glass, you stormed back to your shared bedroom. There he was, in all his naked glory, laying on his back with a worried look on his pretty face.

His painfully hard cock gave him away.

“Been acting up all day just because you’re fucking horny,” Your words were venomous and came out angrily as you leaned against the door frame. “You really thought I was going to give you what you want? After the way you acted today? Could’ve gotten us in big trouble if anyone saw.”

You took a few steps closer to the bed, causing him to squirm. His cock was painfully hard. The tip was a bright rosy pink, pre-cum leaking out of it and pooling at the base of his dick.

Anakin’s eyes were glossy and his lips were swollen from him biting them so hard. “I-I’m sorry- you’ve just been s-so preoccupied and I-“

“If you want my attention, you ask,” You spit, shaking your head and grabbing a vibrator out of your bedside table. “You don’t act like a little bitch in front of a bunch of people.”

Anakin’s eyes widen and he stutters. “I’m sorry! I p-promise I won’t do it again-“

“Isn’t that what you said last time? And last time I let you off the hook. You need a good reminder of why you are supposed to listen to what I tell you.”

You quickly climb onto the bed, your expression seething. Turning on the vibrator, you immediately put it on the highest setting. Then you harshly grab his dick, wrapping your hand tightly around his shaft.

Anakin lets out a yelp that’s a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Shut up.” You seethe, gripping his cock harder. A few tears roll down his face and you briefly feel bad. But after feeling his cock twitch in your hands, your sympathy flutters away, knowing he was enjoying your anger.

You begin to quickly pump his cock and place the vibrator on his tip, giving him no foreplay or buildup.

Anakin lets out a cry of pain and he arches his back, pre-cum leaking out of his tip and soaking the vibrator.

“Please- no!” He cries out, causing you to smirk. He may act like he wasn’t enjoying it, but the little bitch was. He knew his safe word, and he wasn’t using it.

“No? No what? No, don’t stop?” You began pumping his cock faster, wet sounds bouncing off the walls as you squeezed him tightly.

“Gonna-“ Anakin whined.

“No. Don’t you dare fucking cum.”

You took the vibrator and your hand away, causing him to gasp and let out a cry. His cheeks were soaked with tears and bright red. His pretty curls clung to his sweaty forehead. “Please- please.. i’m so s-sorry.. i’ll do better. I’m your good boy, remember? You- you know i’m your good boy!”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “You want to be a good boy? Fucking act like one.”

You began to aggressively pump his dick again and placed the vibrator at his ballsack. Anakin threw his head back and began to squirm, crying out. “Please!” He sobbed.

“Please? You’re so pathetic. Fine, cum.” You chided, stroking him quickly. You felt his cock twitch in your hands and you squeezed right below his tip, pumping him shallowly to make him cum.

God, he was pathetic.

He let out the most pornographic sounds as he came, spurts upon spurts of his seed squirting onto his stomach, your hands and some on the bed.

You didn’t stop there. Your stroking got quicker and more aggressive. “Give me another one, Ani. Come on.”

Anakin tried to squirm away, but you angrily squeezed his cock, causing him to yelp. “No-please! Stop!”

“Shut the hell up.” You demand, continuing to stroke him at an animalistic pace.

Anakin let out a loud moan, his cock twitching in your hands and spurting more of his seed out onto his stomach.

You egged him through his second orgasm and pulled away, shaking your head. “Next time you act like a little child, you remember this. Cause I’m not finished with you.”

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cloverina · 2 months ago

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POLAR OPPOSITES

warnings: a lot of smut, virginity taking, boob play, a little bit of spit play, piv, oral sex (m receiving), a little bit of aftercare!!

summery: sam’s been wishing to take your virginity ever since you guys started dating 6 months ago… so he convinces you to let him!

"You know, I've never really been into pink," he mused, his voice cutting through the soft music she had playing in the background. She looked up from her book, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she met his gaze. The room was a stark contrast of their tastes: his dark posters and her pastel curtains, her cuddly teddy bears and his studded belts.

"But you love me anyway?" she asked, a playful edge to her voice. He smirked, the piercing in his lip glinting as he nodded. "Yeah, I love you even when you're blasting that… that… stuff," he said, gesturing towards her baby pink headphones. The gentle teasing was a dance they were well-versed in.

The conversation took a more serious turn as the music grew quieter. He leaned in closer, his dark eyes searching hers. "I want to take your virginity tonight," he said, his voice low and steady. She felt a flutter in her stomach, a mix of excitement and nerves. He noticed her hesitation, his hand reaching out to stroke her cheek gently. "I know you're scared," he whispered, "but I promise it'll be okay. We'll go slow."

Her heart pounded in her chest, but she nodded. She trusted him implicitly. He was the one who had shown her the beauty of submitting, of letting go. He was her rock, her anchor in a world that often felt too overwhelming. They had talked about this moment before, but now that it was here, she couldn't help the butterflies that danced in her stomach.

He positioned her on the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the side as he placed a pillow under her back. It was his way of ensuring she felt both comforted and exposed, a gentle reminder that he was in control. The softness of the pillow was a stark contrast to the hardness of the bed beneath her, a metaphor for the delicate balance of power and tenderness that existed between them.

He paused, his eyes locked onto hers as he asked the question that hung in the air, "Are you okay?" Her heart raced, the anticipation a crescendo in her chest, but she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm scared, but I'm okay." His hand squeezed hers reassuringly, a silent promise that he would be gentle, that he would guide her through this moment of vulnerability.

With a nod, he positioned himself between her legs, his gaze never leaving hers. She felt his warmth, the comforting weight of his body as he leaned in. His fingertips traced the soft skin of her inner thighs, a tender prelude to the intimate act they were about to share. He took his time, his movements deliberate and measured, as if he were composing a piece of music just for her.

"Ready?" he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble in the quiet room. She took a deep breath, the scent of him – musky and masculine – filling her senses. She felt the tip of him press against her, and she nodded, her eyes never leaving his. The pressure grew, a gentle but firm reminder that he was there, seeking entry into her most private space.

With a soft moan, she felt him breach her barrier, the sensation a mix of pain and pleasure that had her body tensing for a moment before she melted into the pillow. His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of distress. "You're doing so well, baby," he whispered, his voice soothing as he pushed in further. The music swelled around them, the sweetness of the strings mingling with the harshness of their shared breaths.

Her chest began to heave as he found a rhythm, one that grew steadier and more urgent with each passing moment. He was relentless, yet tender, his eyes never straying from hers as he claimed her in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. She felt her walls stretch to accommodate him, her body adapting to this new, foreign sensation.

Without breaking their intense gaze, he reached up and began to tug at the hem of her shirt, inching it down with a gentle persistence. The cool air hit her bare skin, sending goosebumps across her chest. She gasped, but it was not from fear; rather, it was the sudden realization that she had been holding her breath. She nodded her consent, and he continued, revealing her pink lacy bra that matched the rest of the room.

Her breasts, usually hidden beneath layers of clothing, were now exposed to his hungry gaze. He took a moment to appreciate them, his eyes tracing the curve of her neck down to the swell of her chest. He leaned in, his hot breath against her skin as he kissed the soft mound of her breast, avoiding her nipples for now. The anticipation was palpable, a silent symphony of desire that grew louder with each beat of her racing heart.

Without warning, he took her nipple into his mouth, suckling gently at first before increasing the pressure. She gasped, the sensation a new note in the crescendo of emotions playing within her. His tongue flicked over the sensitive peak, teasing and tormenting as his rhythm grew more insistent between her legs. The softness of his lips and the roughness of his tongue created a delicious friction that had her arching her back, offering herself up to him more fully.

Her hands found their way to his hair, her nails digging into his scalp as he continued to pleasure her. His teeth grazed her skin, sending shivers down her spine, and she couldn't help but moan louder. He chuckled against her skin, the vibrations sending a new wave of sensation through her. "You like that?" he murmured, his voice muffled against her breast. She could only nod, her eyes squeezed shut as she focused on the feeling of him.

He shifted his position, his muscular arms sliding under her thighs and pushing them apart wider. The change in angle made her gasp, and she could feel him fill her even more completely. He took her mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of his hips. The room was a symphony of their panting breaths and the rustle of their clothing.

As their kiss broke, he leaned down, his eyes never leaving hers as his mouth descended to her breasts. He sucked harder, his teeth grazing her sensitive nipples as his pace increased. She squirmed beneath him, the sensation almost too much, but she didn't want him to stop. The intensity grew, and she could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building within her.

With a primal growl, he pulled away from her chest, his eyes blazing with passion. He positioned himself at her entrance again, his hand sliding up to cup her face. "I'm going to make you feel so good," he promised, and then he was plunging into her, his hips moving with a power that she hadn't felt before. She gripped the bed sheets, her knuckles turning white as she tried to anchor herself to reality.

The whimpers grew louder, escaping her throat as his thrusts grew deeper, more urgent. Her body responded to his dominance, her inner muscles tightening around him in a silent plea for more. His grip on her face tightened, his thumb brushing away the tears that had begun to fall from the corner of her eyes. "Look at me," he demanded, and she did, her gaze locked onto his.

"Open your mouth," he instructed, his voice firm but gentle. She complied, her eyes never leaving his, and felt a warm trickle of his saliva land on her tongue. The sensation was strange, but she knew better than to protest, to trust in the experience he was crafting for her. He praised her, his voice a gruff whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "Good girl," he said, the words a benediction that filled her with a newfound sense of confidence.

With renewed vigor, he began to thrust into her, his words a steady beat that matched the rhythm of their bodies. "Cum for me," he ordered, his eyes never leaving hers. "I want to feel you cum all over my cock." Her body responded to his command, the tightness coiling within her, a storm gathering on the horizon.

Her eyes widened as the pleasure grew, a silent plea for release. He knew she was close, his own need building with every moan that escaped her lips. "Do it," he urged, his voice a mix of demand and encouragement. "Let go for me, baby." And with that, she did. Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, crashing into her senses and leaving her trembling in its wake. She screamed his name, her nails digging into his skin as her muscles clenched around him.

The sound of her climax sent him over the edge. He couldn't hold back any longer, and he didn't want to. With a guttural moan, he released himself into her, filling her tight, virgin pussy with his hot cum. His eyes squeezed shut as he lost himself in the intensity of the moment, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

His grip on the bedsheets tightened until his knuckles were white, the fabric straining under his powerful hands. He could feel her walls contract around him, milking him of every last drop, and it was the most beautiful sensation he had ever experienced. He threw his head back, his teeth clenched as he moaned out her name, the sound echoing through the room.

Slowly, he pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined juices. He collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the mattress as he fought to catch his breath. His heart hammered against her chest, a wild drumbeat that mirrored the rhythm of their love-making. They lay there for a moment, their hearts racing together, their bodies entwined in the aftermath of their passion.

Her voice was shy, almost a whisper, when she spoke. "Can I… can I try to give you a blowjob?" she asked, her cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink that matched her room. He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes still glazed with desire. He nodded, a smile playing on his lips as he leaned back to give her space.

He watched as she sat up, her baby pink panties still around her ankles. She looked like an innocent angel, her eyes wide and eager to please. She leaned over him, her hair cascading around them like a curtain, and took his still-hard cock into her small, soft hands. He groaned as she tentatively touched her tongue to the tip, tasting him for the first time.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction and love for her willingness to explore. She glanced up, determination in her eyes. "I want to," she said firmly. "I want to make you feel good too."

With a gentle nod, he allowed her to take control of the moment. She leaned over him, her soft hair tickling his skin as she took him into her mouth. He watched her, his eyes filled with awe and adoration as she fumbled at first, her tongue tentatively exploring the sensitive tip of his cock. His hand found the back of her head, guiding her movements with a gentle pressure, showing her the rhythm he liked.

But she was new to this, and her inexperience showed. She gagged, her eyes watering as she took him in too deep. He pulled back, his concern for her clear even in the haze of his own desire. "Easy," he said, his voice a gentle rumble, "Take it out." She obeyed, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink as she coughed, her eyes wide with apology.

"It's okay," he assured her, his hand moving to her cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear. "Here," he said, taking his cock into his own hand, "Let me show you." He began to stroke himself, his movements slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving hers. "You want to start slow, with just the tip," he instructed, demonstrating with his own hand. "Use your tongue to get it wet, and then gradually take more."

With renewed confidence, she nodded and leaned back in. She took him into her mouth again, this time more tentatively, her tongue swirling around the head before taking a little more. His eyes closed, his breath hissing through his teeth as she found her own rhythm. She could feel him growing harder with each stroke of her tongue, his hips moving slightly to meet her mouth.

Her cheeks hollowed out as she took him deeper, her eyes watering a little as she fought back the gag reflex. She focused on his breathing, the way his chest rose and fell with each intake of air, the way his hand tightened and loosened in her hair. It was like learning a new dance, one that was both intimate and powerful.

With each stroke of her tongue, she grew more confident, her movements more assured. She could feel his excitement building, his breath coming in ragged gasps as she explored his length. She took him deeper, her teeth grazing his skin lightly, and he groaned, his hips bucking upwards involuntarily.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hand guiding her, his voice a gentle rumble that spurred her on. She felt a surge of pride at his words, the power of her submission making her wetter than she already was. She took more of him, her eyes watering slightly but her resolve unwavering. This was her gift to him, a demonstration of her love and trust.

Her movements grew more confident, her tongue swirling and teasing, taking him deeper and deeper with each stroke. He groaned, his hand tightening in her hair, guiding her as she found the right rhythm. His hips began to buck, his breathing grew erratic, and she knew she was doing well. She felt his cock thicken in her mouth, a sign of his approaching climax.

The room was filled with the sound of his heavy breathing and her soft slurps. His eyes were squeezed shut, his face contorted with pleasure. "You're doing so good," he mumbled, his voice strained. "So fucking good." His praise spurred her on, and she took him even deeper, feeling him hit the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but she didn't stop.

His whimpers grew louder, his hips moving in sync with her mouth. "So close," he whispered, his hand tightening in her hair. She could feel his cock swelling, the pulse of his arousal beating against her tongue. She redoubled her efforts, her mouth moving faster, her eyes never leaving his.

Suddenly, with a loud, pornographic moan, he came, his warm cum shooting into the back of her throat. She could feel his hot, steamy seed fill her mouth, the salty taste of him coating her tongue. She didn't flinch, didn't pull away. Instead, she swallowed, her eyes never leaving his, taking every drop he had to give.

His eyes widened with surprise and pleasure, his grip on her head tightening as he pulsed into her mouth. She felt the warmth of his release travel down her throat, the sensation foreign but somehow exhilarating. It was as if she had conquered a new part of him, claimed a piece of him that was now forever hers.

Once his climax had subsided, he gently removed her mouth from his cock, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He pulled her up beside him, his arms wrapping around her as he cradled her close. "You did so well," he whispered into her ear, his breath warm and comforting. "Giving me your virginity, and that blowjob… You're perfect."

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink at his words, and she nestled into his embrace. He knew she needed this, the aftercare that followed their intense moments of passion. It was his way of grounding her, of reminding her that she was safe and loved. He kissed her forehead, his hand stroking her hair as she laid her head on his shoulder.

a/n: guys this is my first time writing feedback is appreciated!😓

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