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f1nalboys · 3 years ago

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AHHHHH! HEY B! So, so, SO happy to see your requests are open again! I cannot believe you are gonna start writing for Buddy Swanson and Sam Wescott, it seems too fucking good to be true! I adore your stuff and adore those boys so this is gonna be an amazing combo holy shit.

Let's get into it. Poly!Camping boys! But let's get into some early poly shit with them, like the reader is a hinge, is seeing both, both are aware of each other but aren't involved with one and other yet, both sharing the reader solo. However, the two of them are just a bit jealous of the other. Both get into the bad habit of trying to outdo eachother physically. Sam eats you out so well you squirt and nearly pass out and Buddy get's wind of it? I guess that means Buddy is just gonna have to fuck you so good that you cry.

In short. Jealousy. Possessivness. Multiple Orgasms. Body Worship. Spoiling The Actual Fuck Outta The Reader. (Also fem reader if you don't mind I fucking love you thank you so much byeeeee)

Oh boy, Bex! This is a long one, like,,, really long, I just couldn't help myself!!! I loved this request so much, jealous Sam and Buddy makes my little heart pitter patter. I hope this lives up to all your expectations and more!!

WORD COUNT: 3027 (told yooooouuuuu)

WARNINGS: nsfw, fem!afab!reader, oral (amab and afab recieving), threesome, pre poly!camping boys, squirting, slight degradation and praise, jealousy, edging, sam gets taken care of <3, implication of more sex, not proofread and im sure theres more things im forgetting to add so my apologies

Sam knew what he had agreed to. You told him that there was another guy, one you had feelings for and one you weren’t willing to NOT be with. You told him that you liked him, really liked him, and that you didn’t want to put him in an uncomfortable situation with that, so if he wanted out that’s all he had to say. But he didn’t want out. Being with you was different then the others he had been with. So he figured that he could get over the lingering feelings of jealousy and anxiety and stick with it for you.

And then you had mentioned him. A passing comment, one he had asked for, but it still gave him a sense of…betrayal. He had asked how your day had been knowing you had seen him, some guy named Buddy, and you had answered. “Good. Y’know, he and I actually tried something earlier and god it felt good. Apparently he has a ‘natural talent’ for it. Think you’d be up for a little experimentation?”

Sam knew you didn’t mean anything by it, but hearing about how someone else made you feel good gave him his first real sense of jealousy. Now, Sam didn’t consider himself jealous or possessive in any way, but even he would admit that the sex that night had been different. He had been rougher with you, really taking his time on fucking you silly, and had made you cum five times before he even took his dick out. And when he finished, all he could think about was what that asshole’s face would look like when he heard about him.

And oh was Buddy’s face funny. The smile had faltered instantly and his lips thinned out the more you talked about Sam. It wasn’t until he grabbed you by the neck and pulled you in for a kiss that you realized just how annoyed he had gotten. That night was one of the most mind-blowing and exhausting nights the two of you had shared. Buddy was whispering filth in your ear the entire time, your back against his chest as he fucked you from behind, his finger circling your clit quickly. He wanted you to forget all about the other guy.

“Can he fuck you like this? Hm? Can he get you so fucking cock drunk you can’t think straight?” His voice is hot against your skin and he wasn’t going to let up any time soon, fucking you until you only knew his name, until your legs were weak and shaking from the sheer pleasure.

That’s when you realized what was happening. Everytime you brought up the other, the one you were with would get jealous and give you the best sex of your life as a way to one-up the other. It was a cycle, a beautiful, pleasurable, intense cycle that you never wanted to stop.

This went on for months. You’d spend the weekend with Buddy and when you went out with Sam you’d ‘casually’ bring up the fact you had squirted for the first time ever, or that Buddy had fucked you on his apartment balcony as the sunset, and Sam would have to find a way to go above and beyond that. And he always did.

Your favorite moment with Sam was after you had mentioned a kink Buddy had. Sam’s eyes darkened as you talked about the feeling of the saw blade pressed against your flesh as he fucked into you, how the thin scratches on your inner thighs were from the brittle blade, how you had cum so hard when he finally sank inside you and the saw dug into the flesh of your neck just enough to draw a few droplets of blood.

Sam was normally a slow and sensual lover, focused solely on your pleasure, on being submissive and letting you do whatever it was you wanted. After hearing that story and seeing the way you had begun to rub your thighs together at the mere mention of it, he knew he needed to change his tune. That night Sam tied you to the bed and fucked you for hours.

He ate you out until your words were slurred, only stopping to shove his cock down your throat roughly. Sam loved face fucking you on the rare occassions he got into it the mood for it. Feeling your throat constrict around him, the vibrations your gags and moans felt on his cock were delicious, and the feeling of control he had over you in that moment made it all the more better.

After he fucked you and filled you to the brim with his cum he untied you, massaging your wrists and ankles and peppering kisses along your skin. He drew you a bath and made you dinner, laid in bed with you with his arm around your waist. That morning you woke up to his head in between your legs, his tongue moving through your folds and his fingers pumping into you.

You brought the idea of a threesome up to Buddy first. He was giving you a much needed massage and the second you asked his fingers stopped gliding over your back. “What?” He didn't seem angry, more confused than anything. “You wanna show me a picture of the guy first?” Buddy was hoping to see a guy who was, all things considered, ugly, but that’s not what he got. Sam was hot. “Oh. Okay, I mean yeah, if you’re into it, we can.”

Sam was hesitant. When he saw a photo of Buddy he was hit by a wave of insecurity; Why would you be with him when you had Buddy? A long night of love making helped ease those worries, and soon enough the night of the threesome was upon you. You were at Buddy’s apartment waiting for Sam, your nerves only quelled by the glass of wine you had.

“Nervous or something, babe?” Buddy teased as though his stomach wasn’t in knots at the moment. There was a knock at the door before you could give him a snarky response and you jumped up from the couch and practically ran to the door.

“Sam! Come in,” You said with a smile as you opened the door. Sam gives you an anxious smile, stepping into the living room and looking around, trying hard to avoid Buddy's eyes. You wrap an arm around his waist and walk him over to the couch, giving Buddy a glare that has him standing up immediately. “Sam, this is Buddy Swanson. Buddy, this is Sam Wescott.”

They say hello to each other and the room falls quiet, awkwardness swirling around your head. “Can’t believe I finally get to meet the other man,” Buddy says in an attempt to lighten the mood and thankfully Sam laughs. The nervousness of all parties dissipates immediately as you all settle onto the couch, talking and letting the two of them get to know each other.

Your hand settles onto Sam’s thigh, your head resting against Buddy’s shoulder, and he gives you a quick smile before returning back to his conversation with Sam. They were getting along, at least, so that was something to celebrate. Sam stumbles over his words as your hand creeps higher up his thigh, ghosting over his clothed erection.

“Guess she wants to get to the main course, huh, Sam?” Buddy teases, wrapping his arms around you and moving his legs so you rest in between them. You hum in response, grinning at the blush spreading across Sam’s face and neck. Buddy's fingers dip under your shirt, his fingertips brushing over skin. “Not polite to keep a lady waiting, Sammy.”

The pet name is accompanied by an eyebrow raise and Sam shifts in his seat, brushing your hand off of his lap. Sam scoffs slightly before he leans in and kisses you, his hands dragging up and down your thighs. You sigh into the kiss, sandwiched in between the two hottest guys you’ve ever met in your life and it was perfect. “It sure isn’t, Bud.”

Sam can’t help but pull back and grin up at Buddy. You can feel the rumble of his laugh underneath you at the nickname and then Sam is back on you again, kissing you harder while Buddy litters kisses over your neck. He nips at your pulse and you moan into Sam’s lips, your hips grinding up subconsciously.

“Prettiest sound ever, dontcha agree?” Buddy asks Sam who hums, pulling away from you and unbuttoning your jeans. You lift your hips as he pulls them down, allowing him to remove them from you completely. Sam settles in between your legs, kissing down your still clothed chest down to your thighs, staring at you through his eyelashes as he licks a slow stripe up your slit. It was a good choice on your part to forgo underwear.

You whimper at the feeling of his tongue and both he and Buddy laugh at you. “Pretty sounds for a pretty girl,” Sam says with a wink and you can barely contain your groan at the lame joke. “But god, her pussy? The taste and smell and look of it, man, I can’t get enough of it. Could be here down all day,”

He delves into your cunt before you can say anything, pulling a particularly loud moan from you that has Buddy’s grip on your waist tightening. Something the two men could agree on was that the noises you made were fucking heavenly. Sam swirls his tongue around your clit, sucking and biting down on it gently. Flattening his tongue, he flicks it up and down your entire slit a few times before pushing the tip past your hole, his nose bumping against your clit.

Sam was a natural at eating pussy and Buddy couldn’t help but be impressed. “You like this, Y/N? Like getting your pussy eaten out while you got another guy watching?” He whispers into your ear, his hands traveling further up your shirt, pinching and tugging at your nipples as he nibbles at your earlobe. Your fingers tangle into Sam's hair and you pull roughly, shoving his face further into your cunt. Buddy laughs. “Oh, you really do. Kind of slutty, don’t you think?”

“You taste so fuckin’ sweet. You’re so beautiful,” Sam says, pulling away from you long enough to give you a smile before diving back in. The two go back and forth, your head filling with praise and degradation until it’s swimming.

“M’so close!” You cry out and Sam grips your thighs tightly, holding you in place as his tongue speeds up. You cum hard, your eyes screwed shut, Buddy’s assault on your chest never letting up. A gush of liquid comes out, covering Sam’s face completely and when he pulls back he has a large, cocky grin on his face.

He uses his middle finger and pushes it inside you slowly, pumping in and out at an almost unbearably slow pace. Your body, still coming down from it’s high, is still twitching every so often. “Did you know I was the first one to get her to squirt?” Sam questions, his eyes flicking from your blissed out face to Buddy's. Buddy nods slowly and you can feel his erection pressing against your back.

“Can the two of you fuck me already?” You ask earnestly, earning a laugh from the two men. You sit up, taking your shirt off and tossing it over to where your pants lay. Buddy and Sam both move off of the couch, tugging off their pants and shirts, leaving their boxers on for the time being. Buddy goes to touch you again but you back away and his eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

“What’s wrong, hon?”

“Yeah, s’everything alright?” Sam asks, his voice dripping with worry.

You grin, sitting up and kissing the two men quickly. “I want you two to touch each other first.” There's a pause before they begin to talk over each other, questioning you in a panic. “Oh my god, zip it, please!” You huff and they fall silent. Buddy had been with men before, plenty of them actually, but he didn’t know Sam. And Sam, on the other hand, hadn’t. A couple one night stands but he was not as experienced with this sort of thing as Buddy was and you could tell he was nervous.

You grab ahold of Sam’s hand and pull him to sit down on the couch beside you. “Sam, baby, don’t worry, alright? Buddy and I got you.” You look over at Buddy who flashes you a look of understanding before settling down on his other side. Sam nods slowly, swallowing hard, and Buddy slowly places his hand on his bare thigh. “Gonna make you feel good, aren’t we baby?”

“Sure are. Can I kiss you, Sam?” Buddy asks gently. He didn’t want to go too fast, didn’t want to make the other man uncomfortable, especially because he was beginning to really like him. He liked how he worked with him on making you feel good, how he was funny and able to crack a joke in between eating you out. Liked how cute he was, how soft he was around the edges and how he looked like he was just begging to be broken in.

Sam surprises the both of you by leaning in first, capturing Buddy’s lips quickly. His heart was racing and Buddy can feel it the second he puts his hand on Sam’s chest. He was toned more than Buddy had expected, his skin tan and freckled from his time at camp. Buddy swipes his tongue over Sam’s bottom lip, taking it slow, but Sam opens his mouth eagerly.

The longer he kissed him, the more Sam wanted him. Buddy can taste you on Sam’s lips and he deepens it, pulling a small whimper from the other man and Buddy wants to hear more. His hand falls from Sam’s chest down to his crotch, chuckling at the gasp Sam lets out as Buddy fishes his cock out.

“This alright?”

“Y-yes, fuck. More than alright,” Sam says breathlessly, his head falling back as Buddy begins to stroke him. He opens his eyes slightly, head tilting towards you and nearly cumming at the sight. You were leaned back against the arm of the couch, hand in between your spread legs, soft gasps and moans leaving your lips as you watched them. “God, your hand…”

Buddy sinks to his knees in front of Sam and slowly licks over his slit. Sam moans loudly, hands gripping the couch cushions tightly as Buddy takes his tip into his mouth. It was warm and wet and Buddy was using his tongue in a way that had Sam seeing stars. “Wa-wait, stop.” Buddy stops immediately, pulling away and looking up at Sam with worry. Even you had paused your movements, fingers inside yourself to the third knuckle. “I don’t wanna cum yet and if you kept that up I would’ve.”

“Damn, I’m that good at sucking cock?” Buddy says with a light tone and Sam blushes, rolling his eyes. “Hear that, Y/N! You got competition.”

“Oh my god, you’re so lame. You guys ready to go into the bedroom?”

Sam and Buddy stand, peeling their underwear off and grabbing ahold of you, trapping you in between them as they walk you to the bedroom. Kisses and wandering hands, you get to the bed breathlessly. “Wanna touch you, too,” Sam gasps into Buddy’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine. He sounded so needy.

“Go ahead, then. Show me what you got.” Buddy says, sitting down onto the bed. You sit behind him, kissing at his neck and running your hands up and down his chest as Sam settles in between his legs. Buddy watches with arousal as Sam spits into his palm before tentatively wrapping his hand around his cock. His strokes are slow and deliberate and he watches Buddy’s reactions, repeating the motions that have him grunting under his breath and flexing his hips.

You nip at Buddy’s pulse. “You like him jerking you off in front of me?” You ask teasingly and Buddy’s face gets red as he nods. This helped fuel his voyeurism kink to its fullest extent. “Take him in your mouth, Sam. I wanna watch you suck him off while he eats me out.”

Sam smiles as you push Buddy back onto his back, swinging your leg over his head and sitting on his face. Your hands go to your chest as Buddy begins to tongue fuck you, his hands coming to grip your hips to hold you in place. His hips buck up and he groans loudly, muffled only by your cunt, as Sam takes him into his mouth. He repeats what Buddy had done to him earlier, swirling his tongue around the tip and flattening his tongue on the underside of his shaft.

For the next few minutes you do this, Sam sucking and gagging on Buddy’s cock while you grind down onto his tongue, chasing your own high. “So close, Buddy. Please don’t stop, fuck!” You whimper and Buddy’s tongue speeds up, bringing you to your release. You tug on his hair as you cum, crying out his name. It’s only when your body stops jolting with each flick of his tongue that you swing off of him.

“Sam, stop, m’close. Wanna cum in you.” Buddy says with a moan and Sam comes off of him immediately. His face was flushed, spit and the remnants of your squirt on the lower half of him. “If that’s alright, of course.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

The two of them smile at each other and you let out a small ‘awwww.’ “My two guys are getting along!” Buddy groans and tickles you, Sam joining in and holding you still as Buddy’s fingers attack your sides. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry!” They stop and for a second the three of you stay there and relish the silence. It was comfortable. “Alright. How about we actually fuck now?”

With a smile Sam leans in and kisses you. “Let’s do it.”

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applesontheground · 3 years ago

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sleeping dogs lie 🛶

trying to get back into the swing of writing with the semester starting up again. ❤ i'm having significantly less free time, unfortunately, so for now please take this humble offering...and by that i mean take a warmup blurb with a new boy.

i watched ‘you might be the killer’ with my horror fam last night, and while he’s not on my list quite yet and i’m still getting a feel for him since i literally just met him, i had a bad urge to write something snuggly with sam. he looks like he gives good snuggles when he isn’t being puppeted by wood carving murder demons. 🌞

(gif credit + shouts out to @tinalbion for giffing so much of this movie and catching this goofy goose in action. i’m shocked this isn’t a better known modern horror movie!! :0 ❤ )

SFW | Word Count: 746 | Sam Wescott x GN Reader

A stiff ache in your knee made you pull yourself from the tide of sleep, stirring into a half awake state with a sharp inhale and a flex of your calf muscle. When it didn’t budge, you realized that there was weight pinning your leg against the ground, driving your skin into the rocks that sat under the tent. You hadn’t felt them earlier, but now it was all your mind could think about.

You tried to move, the sound of your bare leg slipping around in the sleeping bag making everything feel tight, remembering you weren’t alone. You finally opened your eyes, anticipating to look at the other sleeping counselors in hopes you weren’t waking them up, but nearly pushed up off the ground in a reflex when you saw his face inches from yours.

Sam Wescott, head counselor; you knew the face well after just a few weeks. The guy that sounded as though he was throwing his entire body out when he tried to speak over anything but a meager stammer. Good heart shining through whenever he put himself out there again despite constant heckles and the pokes of fun. His expression was loose, neck bent in a way that would hurt him in the morning but well past passed out to care.

Of course he was like this after the day had torn him down – just as it had all of you. The closer it got to the droves of kids showing up for the Summer, the more animated Sam had seemed to become as he lead you and the other counselors around. It was understandable to you, and he had figure out that you thought that. After catching your eye one too many times during his frequent meetings, he seemed to give you more attention than before. It was little by little, but now to the point where when he had chosen his spot to sleep tonight, he conveniently found his way to come in next to you.

Another adjustment of your leg was futile, his own hiking up a little more to keep yours down. You quickly realized the mission was impossible without waking the guy up. You didn’t know how he felt about being this close to you, how he’d act – let alone how he’d try to spin the way he had literally thrashed out of his own sleeping bag to pull his knee over yours. Catching glimpses of the hair on his calf through the corner of your eye, you wondered how the hell he hadn’t woken up while doing that. It wasn’t impossible, but a weird way to settle back in – not to mention that it was fucking freezing after the sun went down, the corners of your ears stinging from being the only thing not covered while you had been sleeping.

Must be dreaming about someone he likes, you teased through thought, but the sigh was cut off when he stirred, arm sliding out from under him to brush against yours. It absently slid up, curving over your elbow before finding its resting spot on your forearm.

Every muscle on your person seized to keep quiet, feeling the heat crawling over your cold fingers and trying not to start shaking just from the abruptness of this situation. Your eyes locked onto his face, not afraid to stare if he really was asleep. Flinch, motherfucker.

Someone else shifted in their sleep from another corner of the tent, but it was the only noise save for a nearly nonexistent call of crickets from outside. Still groggy, you had no choice but to settle back in yourself. You sighed quietly, nuzzling back into the confines of the flannel blanket kept in your sleeping bag with you, pulling it more around your shoulders and face, trying not to move the leg on your knee or the hand on your arm.

If anyone else saw this, Sam would never hear the end of it. A new rumor would conspire: Sam Wescott and [Y/N L/N]: Secret Lovers! Your mind immediately heard it in the brash announcer’s boom that Steve was great at delivering. It’s too bad he committed his existence to being the Kayak King because he sure knew how to entertain – both kids and counselors alike.

Still, you soon concurred as you gave him one last glance before closing your eyes again with a shy smirk fighting to keep from showing itself. There could be worse rumors about you out here.

#sam wescott #sam wescott x reader #sam wescott x y/n #slasher x reader #slasher x y/n #✏️#🛶#once again i am looking at a blood covered man and thinking 'i would like to hug him'

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bisexual-horror-fan · 3 years ago

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#I mean you are NOT wrong #Sam Wescott #My beloved

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lightofthemoonglow · 1 year ago

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KINKTOBER 2023 MASTERPOST

Day One: Pegging (Vincent Sinclair)

Day Two: Roleplay and Titfucking (Stu Macher)

Day Three: Hate Sex (Leslie Vernon)

Day Four: Prostitution (Herbert West)

Day Five: Collaring (Tiffany Valentine)

Day Six: Dubcon (Bo Sinclair)

Day Seven and Eight: Virginity and Breeding (Thomas Hewitt)

Day Nine: Lactation (Jason Voorhees)

Day Ten: Praise Kink (Bo Sinclair)

Day Twelve: Costumes (Herbert West)

Day Thirteen and Fourteen: Size Difference and Orgasm Denial (Peter Strahm)

Day Sixteen: Gags (Milton Dammers)

Day Seventeen: Threesome (Sam Wescott and Buddy Swanson)

Day Eighteen: Spanking (Bo Sinclair)

Day Nineteen: Exhibitionish & Voyeurism (Stu Macher)

Day Twenty-One: Panties and Lingerie (Norman Bates)

Day Twenty-Two: Bondage (Bo Sinclair)

Day Twenty-Four and Thirty: Sex Toys and Overstimulation (Herbert West)

Day Twenty-Five: Pregnancy (Thomas Hewitt)

Day Twenty-Six: Masturbation (Peter Strahm)

Day Twenty-Seven: DP in Two Holes (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher)

Day Twenty-Eight: Body Worship (Peter Strahm)

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober masterlist #slasher x reader

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Some Fun

Connor Walsh & Michaela Pratt (How To Get Away With Murder)

Warnings: Spoilers for HTGAWM Season 1&2, Swearing, Sleazy/Creepy Behavior, Mentions of Heartbreak, Alcohol

Genre: Platonic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: While the Keating 5 is out enjoying the first time they have been allowed to let loose in a long while, Michaela finds herself nursing a broken heart following the debacle with Levi. Sadly, heartbroken girls seem to be a magnet for sleazy guys at clubs.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Hope you had a great commencement ceremony, sending you my biggest congrats and hugs! Sorry you had to experience such an important event online and not IRL, but I still hope you got to make the most out of it and celebrated your success safely :) Hope you enjoy the fic as well hehe. Love, Vy ❤

“Girl, you weren’t even together for two weeks!“ Laurel says, handing Michaela her lipstick while the two fix their appearance in the bathroom they were happy to find empty at the club where they’re currently celebrating having avoided going to prison for the nth time. “I’m surprised you’re not over him already.“

“Honestly...“ Michaela trails off, pausing just as she’s about to apply the lipstick, “In two weeks, he made me feel more than Aiden ever did.“

Laurel rolls her eyes exasperatedly, “Either that or you got too attached too soon. No offense, you seem to have real shit taste in men.” Seeing the glare her friend is sending her in the reflection of the mirror, Laurel quickly defends herself, “I said no offense! Can you really say I’m wrong though?”

Michaela rolls her eyes, applying the nude shade of lipstick before gracing her friend with the reply she already knew she’d hear, “I can’t, you’re right. But that’s not helping my current situation in any way. So, care to share any helpful advice?” She turns to look directly at her with this strict and annoyed yet somehow still soft look in her eyes.

Laurel takes the lipstick from her and drops it in her purse, “There’s a bar out there with surprisingly cheap drinks and a ton of hot guys surrounding it. I’ll let you guess what I’m insinuating.”

Michaela’s face contorts in a displeased expression, “A hook-up with one of those lowlifes who waste their lives at underground bars like these? No thanks, I’d rather wallow in my sorrows.” She shakes her head with evident disgust and repulsion, her shoulders tensing at the mere thought of hooking up with anyone before seeing full info about said person. It’d be an understatement to say Levi only fueled her already existing trust issues that were already present even before Aiden. Laurel’s definitely right about one thing - all the ‘luck’ she’s had with guys throughout the years has led to these trust issues upon trust issues, creating a mountain-high pile of distrust.

“No, fuck no! I’m talking fun. Dancing, drinking, flirting and then going home alone, not with one of those assholes.“ Laurel explains, “See, that’s your problem, Michaela - you can’t just have fun with a guy and forget about him, can you?“ Michaela inhales sharply as though she’s about to snap a retort to shut her friend up, but she finds herself lacking words to say so she closes her mouth and clenches her jaw as her eyes wander around the white-tiled bathroom. Realizing she won’t be talked to hell, Laurel continues with a tad bit more caution this time, “Have you ever even tried to do that? Have fun and then dump a guy?“

Bracing herself to be laughed at and teased for her answer, Michaela bites her lower lip and shakes her head. It’d be a blatant lie if she said she had tried. Her and Aiden were high school sweethearts and she had never even gone on a date before meeting him. Following the break of their engagement, she threw herself into work and didn’t allow herself much partying or drinking out of fear she might start regretting the decision to call it all quits. Sober, she knew it was the right thing to do, so sober she stayed. And then she met Levi and fell for him almost immediately, distrust after Aiden be damned. So, in conclusion, this is her first time finding herself in a party setting in a very long while. Single and in a party setting, that is. Ok, single, heartbroken, and in a party setting. A perfect combination for getting drunk and letting loose. Laurel might have a point.

“In that case...“ She says, taking Michaela’s hand and giving her a mischievous smile, “Let’s break your ice.” She proceeds to drag her friend out of the bathroom and into the club where they get a friendly reminder of how loud the music really is. The bathroom must have one hell of sound isolation, considering the two girls nearly get deafened when stepping back onto the main and oud scene so abruptly.

The club is as crowded as it is loud and they have already lost sight of the male half of the Keating 5, but neither of the girls seem to care as they make their way to the bar, ordering themselves vodka shots which Laurel takes upon herself, winking at Michaela and mouthing the words, “My treat for your first time.”

Smirking, Michaela accepts the offered dose of alcohol, clinking the shot-glass against Laurel’s before they down their first of many shots for the night. With each rush of vodka going down her throat, Michaela finds herself getting more and more relaxed, loosening up and she’s even starting to consider accepting the offer Laurel posed earlier about moving the party over to the dancefloor. The tipsy chat they’re having is lighthearted and fun, often swerving because of their inability to focus on one topic for too long without bursting out laughing.

Eventually, the two are interrupted by someone familiar but someone they weren’t expecting to see.

Michaela spots him first, “Frank? Who the hell invited you? Were you sent here to babysit us? We’ll pay you to leave if that’s the case.“ Yeah, after a few rounds of shots it’s safe to say she’s lost any kind of thought-to-speech filter and is being 100% honest which is quite amusing to observe.

At the mention of that name, Laurel whirls around in her bar stool, eyes wide when they meet Frank’s, “Wonderful, Annalise has sent her hitman to keep a watchful eye on us.“

Surprisingly unbothered by Laurel’s comment, he smiles, “Nice to see you too, Laurel. And no, I wasn’t sent by anyone. You just happen to be at a bar a buddy of mine owns. A bar I frequent too.” He explains, his claims backed up by the lack of his professional suit that has now been replaced by jeans and a button-down. He glances briefly at Laurel who has turned back around, downing her Margarita with frustration. His smile turns into a smirk as he points at her and turns to Michaela, “Is she bothering you? I can escort her away if she is.” He sends her a subtle wink, clearing up the message for her hazy brain to properly pick up on.

When it does, she returns the smirk right back at him, “Please do, she’s a real party-killer.”

Laurel turns to face her and Michaela can swear on all she’s ever owned she has never received such a betrayed and pissed-off look from anyone. It almost cracks her up to the point of laughter but she knows better than to fuel the the rage fire within her friend at the moment who has already hopped off the bar stool and is slowly being led through the crowd by the aforementioned ‘hitman’. Before she’s completely out of view though, she mouths a quick ‘I’ll kill you’ at her.

That manages to break Michaela down as she starts laughing, calling after her without any hope that she’ll be heard: “I won’t be your first.”

“You could be my first.“ An unfamiliar voice appears right next to her ear, startling her.

She turns around and sees a guy, a stranger, smirking at her. Even in her drunken state she finds herself unwilling to enter a conversation with him. But then she hears Laurel’s words repeating in her mind, telling her to have fun.

Ok, I don’t really need to like the dude in order to have fun, do I? She thinks to herself, briefly contemplating the whole situation before finally replying.

“First what?“ Her voice has a friendly tone to it - friendly, but not quite flirty.

“First lady to dance with me tonight.“ The stranger replies, “If I play my cards right you may also be the only.“ He winks at her and she can’t help but find it more repulsive than appealing. She finds herself comparing him to Levi all of a sudden, despite the two having nothing in common at least appearance-wise.

In order to push those thoughts away she makes the rash move of offering him her hand, tilting her head towards the dancing crowd, “I don’t know. Let’s test that theory out, shall we?” She definitely sounds more confident than she feels but she’s prepared to do almost anything to get Levi and that whole ordeal out of her mind, so a quick dance with a stranger doesn’t seem like such a big deal.

Oh boy how quickly she regrets it.

The guy has no chill nor patience. He’s handsy right from the get-go: touching her inappropriately any opportunity he gets, grasping at the chance he’s been given seeing as how she has no escape and no room to get further away from him without bumping into other people dancing carelessly. However, when he starts grinding his hips against hers, she’s finally had enough planning her escape and instead chooses to act on impulse.

Looking around the unfamiliar faces for the odd chance she might spot someone familiar, she slowly inches further and further away from him, despite the fact she’s not able to put much distance with his hands on her waist, keeping her close to him. The alcohol seems to have evaporated from her system as she’s in critical survival mode, wanting nothing more than to leave the situation or maybe even the whole club for the night, finding it too uncomfortable to stick around after this event.

And then, like a literal miracle, she spots him and he has very clearly spotted her and is giving her this confused yet concerned frown.

That’s all she needed really. Pushing the stranger’s hands away, she pushes through the crowd, ignoring the people calling after her, calling her names for bumping into them or shoving them a little harder than intended.

“Connor, baby, how’s it going? You’re having fun?“ There’s a grin on her face, but her eyes are screaming ‘help me‘ at him. Something he clearly doesn’t pick up on because the frown of confusion remains mounted onto his face.

However, before Connor could reply, the creep has appeared next to her yet again, having followed after her from the spot they were dancing at, “Is this your boyfriend?“ He asks, not hiding how pissed and disappointed he is by the sudden emerging of Connor.

Michaela parts her lips to answer but Connor beats her to it, “Yeah, her boy space friend who has a boyfriend. And you are?“ He narrows his eyes, analyzing the guy’s face as much as he can in the dark, vaguely strobe-light illuminated club.

“Interested in the young lady.“ The creep smirks, giving Michaela a once-over look, taking in her body from head to toe with a gaze that makes her shiver with disgust.

Connor, thank God, picks up on this and takes a step forward so that he’s standing between the guy and Michaela, a serious and intimidating look on his face. “Well, she’s not interested in you. Go find someone willing to put up with your inappropriate and downright disgusting behavior.”

The creep laughs, his jaw clenching as he licks his lips, frustrated that things aren’t going the way he’d like, “Whatever. She’s a 4/10 anyway. A four who thinks she’s all that with her head in the clouds and playing eye-candy and then running away. I know her type quite well.” He shoots a look at her over Connor’s shoulder before turning around to walk away.

Michaela is not at all bothered by his words, she’s just glad he’s off her back. However, she can tell Connor is far from done with the case, seeing as how he takes a step to go after the guy and go off on him. To avoid further complications of what’s supposed to be a fun night after so much stressful shit in their lives, she quickly takes hold of his arm to stop him in his intentions.

“Connor, let it go, it’s ok. Let him be. Don’t waste your time and energy on a sleazy fucker like him.“ She tells him, gripping tightly on his bicep until he finally turns to look at her, seeming significantly calmer.

“But it’s not ok, Michaela. I was planning to leave.“ He says, his voice stern, “What if I had left? God knows how that asshole would’ve progressed his creepiness. Shit like that’s not ok and it’ll keep happening if fuckers like him aren’t put in their place.“

“There’s no putting them in their place. You think pep-talking him was gonna prevent him from doing the same to another girl in this very bar?“ She looks at him expectantly, knowing full-well she’s proved her point. When he sighs in defeat, she claims her win in the argument and changes the subject, “Also, leaving? Why?“

Connor shakes his head, grimacing as he motions at their surroundings, “All this, not really my scene. Plus I’m starving. There’s a Burger King down the street so yeah, that was gonna be my stop before going home. After all the crap we’ve been through, some of us might appreciate a little partying, but I’d rather have a quiet night in, you know? A fast-food-and-movie type of night.”

A genuine smile spreads across Michaela’s face. “Makes two of us. I prefer partying when I’m completely free from my worries. They just end up resurfacing after a couple drinks.“

Connor scoffs, returning her smile, “Who knew we could have more things in common than the need to be better than everyone else?” This comment actually manages to earn him a laugh from Michaela - something he rarely gets from her so he’s willing to hold onto it as a positive sign for the progression of their frenemy-ship. And so, he pushes his luck, “Wanna accompany me?”

Although surprised by the offer, Michaela feels the sudden urge to accept it without much thought. Even so, she decides to say: “As long as we’re not watching a rom-com, I’m in.”

Connor smirks, “You pick, boss.”

She rolls her eyes, “That’s the problem, I’ll pick a rom-com out of instinct. You know they’re one of the top five medicines for a heartbreak?”

He shakes his head, unamused, “No they’re not.“ He takes her arm by the wrist, guiding her through the crowd towards the exit, “Fast food is though“, he tells her, flashing her a quick smile over his shoulder as he adds, “And ice-cream. My treat.“

Once again left at a lack of words, Michaela just accepts what’s been offered to her. Never did she expect spending the night watching a movie with her main rival would be more appealing to her than partying under strobe-lights but here she is, leaving a club to head for Burger King with Connor and she doesn’t care enough to dwell on what that means for the constant war they’ve had between them. Guess it’s put on hold, but just for tonight.

Who knew wars could be paused by a fast meal and a movie?

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type1diabetesinfandom · 3 years ago

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Diabetes in Supernatural Fic List

T1D in Star Wars | T1D in Marvel

Did you know Dean Winchester is the ONLY character on AO3 to have his own diabetes AU tag? *shakes head*

tbf the diabetes tag *is* very out of date compared to the way it’s used and i know the tag wranglers are perpetually swamped, but I still find it funny for whatever reason that it’s him.

The fics are posted in alphabetical order. All links lead to AO3 unless otherwise specified. Notes follow the tagging guidelines in my AO3 t1d collection.

If you like the fics, please remember to kudos and comment to let the author know you liked it. That’s the best way to support these fics and see more of them in the future. :)

Camp Sunshine by adder574

Sequel to Wescott Preparatory Academy

Hosted on: Fanfiction.net

Relationship: gen

Rating: Teen and Up

Wordcount: 52k+, incomplete

Notes: Diabetic Dean Winchester, Diabetes Camp

Summary:

Sam convinces Dean to take a job at Camp Sunshine, a summer camp for kids with diabetes. While trying to take care of a spirit that is causing accidents and hurting campers, Dean must deal with a familiar problem and runs into an old friend.

A Helping Hand by Dizzojay

Relationship: gen

Rating: gen

Wordcount: 321, complete

Notes: Diabetic Dean Winchester, Unspecified Diabetes Mellitus, Multiple Daily (Insulin) Injections

Summary:

Dean's new diagnosis means learning some new skills, difficult ones.

The Illusionist Part II by Haunted Obsidian

Hosted on: Fanfiction.net

Relationship: gen

Rating: Teen and Up

Wordcount: 103k+, incomplete

Notes: Diabetic Sam Winchester, Deaf Dean Winchester, Abusive John Winchester

Summary:

Dean's doing his best to take care of his little brother, all the while forgetting to take care of himself as they search for their father and hunt things that go bump in the night. deaf!Dean, diabetic!Sam, ANGST, and abusive!John; also borderline ED!Dean

Its Gonna be Okay (diabetic OC) by Team.Winchester.Potter.Jackson

Hosted on: Fanfiction.net

Relationship: Castiel/Original Female Diabetic Character

Rating: Teen and Up

Wordcount: 1k, incomplete

Notes: Original Diabetic Character, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Human

Summary:

Warning: I am a diabetic, so I based it off what I have to do. If you don't know how diabetes works, this will not make sense. Don't like, don't read. Please no hate: Kayla is the Winchesters little sister, who is also diabetic. She still goes to high school like a normal girl, though. When she meets Castiel, her life changes. When she ends up in the hospital, will he visit?

Letters to Future Me by Thatsmyphrase @thatsmyphrase

Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Cassie Robinson/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Kevin Tran & Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury & Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte & Dean Winchester, Castiel & Dean Winchester, Castiel & Meg Masters, Castiel/Dick Roman (Supernatural)

Rating: Teen and up

Wordcount: 61,435, complete

Notes: Diabetic Dean Winchester, T1D Diagnosis, AU - High School

Summary:

Dear Diary,

Dear Dean Fucking Winchester,

Dear Future Me,

I’m not really sure how to start this, but my name is obviously Dean Winchester. I'm almost 17. I’m an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach, and I’ve never killed anyone.

***

Dean is diagnosed with a chronic illness and writes letters to his future self and just might find an angel along the way.

Our Way To Fall by lemonsorbae

Relationship: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Sarah Blake/Sam Winchester

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 75,804, complete

Notes: Original Diabetic Child Character, POV Character Does NOT Have Diabetes, Secondary Character is Diabetic, AU - Human, AU - School Reunion

Summary:

Dean and Cas reunite at their fifteen-year high school reunion and after one night together Dean’s ready to marry the guy. But then he’s got a daughter back home that doesn’t necessarily make that equation possible, and so he does the next logical thing: high tails it out of Cas’ hotel room and doesn’t look back.

Well, that was the plan anyway.

Pour Some Sugar On Me by Zana_Zira

*part 2 of Diabetic!Dean ‘verse

Relationship: gen

Rating: gen

Wordcount: 4,269, complete

Notes: Diabetic Dean Winchester, Multiple Daily (Insulin) Injections

Summary:

Season 6, post-6x08: Soulless!Sam buys Dean the wrong insulin needles and he ends up taking double his dose, causing him to suffer a massive blood-sugar crash during a hunt. Given Sam's recent track record of failing to help his brother when he's in need, will he make it through, or will Sam leave him for dead? *NO Wincest.*

Saving Dean Winchester by TheLadyPendragon

Hosted on: Fanfiction.net

Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Rating: Teen and up

Wordcount: 5k+, incomplete

Notes: POV Character Does NOT Have Diabetes, Secondary Character is Diabetic, Diabetic Adam Milligan, Alternate Universe - Human, Dean Winchester Raises Adam Milligan, T1 Diabetes Diagnosis

Summary:

Castiel Novak is the doctor assigned to Adam, a recently diagnosed diabetic. However, it's the eleven year old's older brother, Dean, who captures his attention, and it's Dean who is saved in the end.

Sea Green, Ocean Blue by Pimento

Relationship: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury & Dean Winchester, Dorothy Baum/Charlie Bradbury, Ellen Harvelle/Bobby Singer

Rating: Mature

Wordcount: 16,593, complete

Notes: Diabetic Dean Winchester, AU - Fairytale Elements

Summary:

Written for Alessariel for the ProfoundBond Fairy Tale Exchange.

Dean Winchester likes his simple life. His biggest problems are catching the perfect wave, balancing his love of pie with his need for insulin and being so secretive and vague about his writing career that almost everyone he knows assumes he writes porn, not beautifully illustrated fairy tales for children.

He thinks only his best friend/literary agent Charlie and her wife know just what a sappy romantic dork he is, but his over-protective brother and his friends and family know him far better than he realises. So when it looks as though his knight in shining armour might actually be something else entirely he has allies aplenty.

The Secrets You Can't Keep by embroiderama

Relationship: Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester

Rating: Teen and Up

Wordcount: 6,881, complete

Notes: Diabetic Sam Winchester, Multiple Daily (Insulin) Injections

Summary:

Dean knew almost everything about Sam, but after Stanford there was one vitally important thing that Sam neglected to tell Dean. Sam was used to keeping secrets, but keeping this one was a bad idea.

Sleeping Beauty by VampireRose

Relationship: gen

Rating: unrated

Wordcount: 41,672, incomplete

Notes: Diabetic Gabriel, POV Character Does NOT Have Diabetes, Secondary Character Has Diabetes, Insulin Pump, Hypoglycemic Coma, AU - Human, AU - High School, Narcoleptic Castiel, Balthazar has Shwachman-Diamond Syndrome, John Winchester’s A+ Parenting

Summary:

Sam and Dean Winchester have moved around their whole lives- ever since their mother died. They follow simple rules for each other- Don't try out for sports. Don't get too attached.

Don't anger Dad when he's drinking.

Their newest house brings them right next door to a huge, but friendly, family that accepts them despite their own misfortune.

Stubborn Medicine by SoManyFandoms

Relationship: gen

Rating: gen

Wordcount: 140, complete

Notes: POV Character Does NOT Have Diabetes, Secondary Character is Diabetic, Diabetic Sam Winchester, Kid Winchesters

Summary:

A younger Sam doesn’t want to take his medicine, and young Dean tries to bribe him.

Wescott Preparatory Academy by adder574

Hosted on: Fanfiction.net

Relationship: gen

Rating: Teen and Up

Wordcount: 231k+, complete

Notes: Diabetic Dean Winchester, T1D Diagnosis

Summary:

Dean is diagnosed with an illness that requires long term care. In order to pay for Dean's treatment, John takes a job working in maintenance at a private school to get medical benefits and during this time, the Winchesters are a family and Sam gets to experience a taste of normal. Dean is 16 and Sam is 12.

When You Least Expect It by Zana_Zira

*part 1 of Diabetic!Dean ‘verse

Relationship: Gen

Rating: Gen

Wordcount: 3,014, complete

Notes: Diabetic Dean Winchester, T1D Diagnosis

Summary:

Dean's always been a healthy guy, despite all the junk he eats and filth he's exposed to. So when he gets a little sick after the Lake Manitoc case, he doesn't think anything of it until it's almost too late, and the diagnosis he's given is something he never expected to hear.

#t1d #type 1 diabetes in Fandom #diabetes fic rec #diabetes fics #t1d fanfic rec list #diabetic dean winchester #diabetic sam winchester #diabetic spn #spn fic rec #supernatural fanfiction

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f1nalboys · 3 years ago

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KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY-FOUR ; PREDATOR/PREY

Sam Wescott and Buddy Swanson x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 551

WARNINGS: nsfw, predator/ prey dynamics (duh), threats of violence, slight blood play?, mention of carving their name into your skin, threesome, violence but in a sexy way, reader gets called a whore and a slut, can be read as dub-con but not written that way/full consent, brief mention of ‘letting’ the reader live but in a sexy way, not proofread

The woods were thick, confusing, and it didn’t take long until you were completely lost. You had no idea where you were and, worst of all, you had no idea where they were. When you had started to run you had heard them, had heard their laughter and their taunting, but lost their voices within five minutes. You knew better than to think you had escaped them.

“Gotcha.” You hear him before you feel his arms wrap around your body, tackling you into the forest floor. The wind is knocked out of you and you don’t put up much of a struggle as he straddles you and shoves your head into the dirt. You try to figure out who is on top of you, their hands rough against your skin. “C’mere and look at ‘em, man.”

It was Buddy. He shifted his weight on you and you took your chance, attempting to knock him off of you. He falls onto his back with a startled curse and you struggle to your feet, preparing to launch yourself back into the forest, when Sam grabs your hair. His grip is tight and he jerks your head back, his knee coming to land in the middle of your back, forcing you back onto the ground.

The pressure on your ribs begins to hurt and you whimper only to be met with a harsh laugh. “Caught you off guard, Bud?” Sam asks and Buddy scoffs, walking over to stand in front of you. He squats, tilting his head with a scowl. Your eyes squeeze shut as Sam pulls your head up more, the stretch on your throat unbearable, and whispers into your ear. “God, I loved chasing you. Couldn’t stop thinking about all the things we’d do to you once we caught you.”

“Sam couldn’t shut up about what you’d look like covered in your own blood.” Buddy says coolly and Sam simply hums in agreement, releasing your hair and letting your head fall back onto the soft dirt. Buddy’s hand replaces his and he holds you down while Sam starts to cut away at your shorts. “Don’t squirm. Unless you want him to see you in your blood…”

You still, heart beating fast, the sound of ripping fabric sounding alarm bells through your head. The summer air was cool against your newly-revealed flesh and Sam’s hands kneaded your ass roughly. “Would love to cut my name on your ass. I want everyone to know who you belong to now; look at you, you aren’t even putting up a fucking fight. You want this just as badly as we do, don’t you, whore?”

Sam’s voice was deeper than normal and he was saying the things you would’ve expected to come from Buddy. Sweet, shy, kind Sam was calling you a whore, fantasizing about carving his name into your flesh. Your eyes look over to Buddy, who was on his knees in front of you now, and he smiles. “Seem’s Sammy is really into chasing and taking what’s his. I don’t think you’re gonna get out of here without a few scratches. Now,” The distinct sound of a zipper from behind you has your eyes widening. “Take both of us like the filthy fucking slut we know you are and we’ll think about letting you live.”

#s1mp does kinktober #thirsting4slashers writing #thirsting4slashers works #thirsting4slashers masterlist #you might be the killer #you might be the killer 2018 #sam wescott #sam wescott x reader #sam wescott x reader x buddy swanson #stage fright #stage fright 2014 #buddy swanson x reader #buddy swanson #slasher #slasher x reader #slasher x y/n #slasher oneshot #slasher headcanon #slasher imagine

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mrsaltieri-real · 1 year ago

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*screams into my pillow*

Oh Bexxx, my dear, you KNOW how bad we all got it for Sam right now after that viewing of You Might, so could you PLEASE bestow upon to us some good ol' Sammy boy? I got some prompts that I know would fit him so well. “I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.” , “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.” , and, “I thought your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world. I was wrong, it's your moans.” He just makes me FEEL things and I can't help myself, but please go nuts! I need soft smut asap! Thank you, queen~

Okay man this took too long for me to get to for fucking real but here it is! A full out, massive request filled for the BIFF! So I wrote this all last night and edited it tonight, I hope you fucking looove it. I have wanted to do this fic for like fucking ever. There is this movie I totally love called, “YPF” or “Young People Fucking.” It is a comedy that follows several couples who fuck on the same night, going from pre-lude and foreplay all the way through to afterglow and one of the couples are two life time best friends and the dude, Matt, gives me MASSIVE Sam energy. I have been craving doing a fic with him based off that movie so I hope you all enjoy this! Major credit to said movie for all the inspo and some of what must be my fave dialogue in any movie, (Shoutout to Kris you totally inspired me just as like a person with your attitude, speech pattern and confidence, what a real one.)

Let’s stop wasting time and let's get into it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 8.4K. Sam Wescott X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Best Of Friends To Fuck Buddies. Mentions Of Cheating. Shit Talking. Banter. Teasing. Making Out. Blow Jobs. Pre-Mature Ejactulation. Hand Jobs. Cunnlingus. Vaginal Sex. Intense Feelings. Crushes. Begging. Creampie.

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It’s Making Me Freak Out!

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You had been friends with him longer than you had been friends with basically anyone in your life at this point. He wasn’t your first friend but some people, just like how people have a tendency to do, had left your life, he however was still here, someone you could count and rely on. So naturally, when your years-long relationship ended, with a bag stuffed full of the belongings that had been kept at your now ex’s apartment you showed up on his doorstep, confessing as soon as the door opened, “We broke up.”

He was nothing but understanding, doorknob abandoned in favour of a rare hug between the pair of you as he said, “I always fucking hated that guy.” You naturally returned the hug with both arms with something that was a mix of a sob and a laugh, “Yeah he fucking sucks.”

He pulled back, hands still on your arms as he was saying, “RIght?! That’s what I’ve been saying this whole time!” Samuel Justin Wescott could always make you laugh more than anybody else.

You ended up on his couch, favoured movies and too many snacks and empty beer bottles on the coffee table as you recounted the whole thing and got it all out of your system. You bitched and vented and he was nothing but supportive in that very him sort of way. You crashed there that night and as days bled into weeks and then months you started to do significantly better and how much Sam was there for you definitely helped you along. A few months after said difficult break up you had a growing concern gnawing at your brain stem that refused to leave but it was nuts, like the very idea of it was insane but you found it hard to let it go and as time continued to wear on it started seeming less crazy and more logical, it was downright genius.

And so one Friday, a few drinks into a hangout with Sam you said, “I think we should fuck.”

The next sound was him choking, followed by a cough, maybe stating that so casually with no lead up when he was mid-sip wasn’t the smartest move. A hand on his throat as he struggled to regain his breathing, his other hand setting down the beer bottle so he wouldn’t drop it, finally getting down a big enough breath to gasp out, “Wha-what?!”

You take another sip, trying to play is cool, a small shrug before repeating yourself verbatim, “I think we should fuck.”

Taking that moment to meet his gaze made you fight back a laugh, looking insanely shocked, mouth agape. Now it was your turn to say, “What?”

“What do you mean what?! My best friend of like I don’t even know how long just said we should fuck the same way someone might suggest a new restaurant to try for dinner! And I’m supposed to be like, normal or act like this isn’t-” He was rambling, you cut him off, “Isn’t what man?”

“Isn’t a huge fucking thing to just throw out there so casually!” He was seriously close to freaking out, spiralling hard and trying to brush it off and so you said, “Oh my God, forget it, nevermind!”

“No, no we aren’t going to! I know you, there is a reason for this, something is up-” You throw up both hands, “Nothing is up! I never should have said something, shoulda known you would have-”

“Would have what?” He asked and you sighed, not wanting to say it and he asked, leaning closer, elbows on the table, “Well?” So you finally said, “Gone all Wescott about it.”

“Gone all-oh my fucking God, you have so much faith in me!” He sounded exasperated but it was much more joking, much more light and so you smile and say, “Am I wrong?”

“What?” He asked and you couldn’t help but say, with a raise of your eyebrows, “Is ‘what’ the special word of the day or something?”

“Answer the question!” He pressed and so you said, “Am I wrong for thinking you wouldn’t be able to handle this without freaking out?”

He opened his mouth to retort but instead picked up his beer and took another sip and you laughed, “Because you totally DID just freak out. Or to quote myself earlier you went all-”

“Went all Wescott, yeah, yeah, okay you aren’t wrong, but still! Ow.” He replied and you reached out, a touch of his hand before saying, “I’m sorry for so rightfully categorising you.”

“Such a bitch.” He sighed with a roll of his eyes, it was fond and you laughed before saying, “And you’re such a pussy but what else is new?”

“Ooo you treat me so nice.” He teased and then followed up, “So why do you think we should fuck exactly?”

Another sigh from you, the heaviest so far, “Okay so, you remember, my ex, obviously.”

“Yes, the shit-bag, the man who’s name we dare not speak, of course.” He responded and you said, “Right, exactly. Well it’s been like months and whatever and I have been thinking really hard about where I went so wrong, not just like this relationship, but like all of them cuz like every guy I have ever been with cheated on me-”

Now you were the one who was rambling and spiralling, you took a deep breath to steady yourself, “-and as it is you are like the only man I can stand to look at right now.”

“Really?” He said with a quirk of his brow, seemingly impressed and glad that is the case, you smile yourself before you say “Yes, you are. So I have been thinking that I just need to fuck, just get it out of my system or I am gonna fall for some fucking asshole who is just gonna cheat on me again and then I will be right back where I started. Here. All sad and single and shit.”

He takes another long drink before saying, “So, you get so pent up and cock hungry that your asshole radar goes screwy and you end up fucking the first attractive dude you find, who usually ends up being a total dick?”

“Calling me cock hungry AND the hypothetical dude in this scenario an asshole and a dick in the same breath? Impressive Wescott, but yes I think that is what is sooo, if I fuck you, in theory, I can hold out until I met like a normal, non-cheating-non-jerk of a guy. For once.” Another sip before tacking on, “Present company excluded, obviously.”

Content that you had laid it all out there and he nodded along, “I mean it makes sense. Just, are you sure that is what this is?”

“Pretty fucking sure.” You affirm. He asks, tone unsure, “And you want it to be me?”

“Yeah! I mean again, you don’t suck and you’re the only dude I can even stand at present. And we have known each other foreverrr, I can trust you.” He seemed to no longer be freaking out and considering it, this seemed to be turning around, going surprisingly well, better than you could have hoped for honestly, he wasn’t running out the door with a lame excuse.

“So what do you say, Wescott? You wanna help out your ol buddy? My future relationships depend on you screwing my brains out.” You asked, holding a hand out.

He exhales amusedly through his nose, “Jeeze no pressure right?”

A hand runs through his short hair and you could tell by now his answer, you wait, a wide grin as he finally said, “Okay, okay yes, I’ll do it.”

“Yeah you will?!” You asked and he said with a laugh, “Yes, I’ll let you fuck my brains out so you can meet a normal non-jerky guy.”

He took your hand and you shook on it. Both of you broke eye contact with a laugh over how ridiculous this was, you said on an exhale with a shake of your head, “What the fuck are we doing?”

“I don’t fucking know anymore.” He said laughing along and the topic was shelved for that evening, happy at how well this went.

So you both had next Wednesday off so you thought that Tuesday night would be as good as any so you find yourself at his apartment and soon enough on his couch. Bottle of liquor and two shot glasses on the coffee table in front of you.

It seemed so easy last Friday but that was four days ago and when talking about it you’d already been hanging for hours and had multiple drinks in your system, it was all jokey and just very you guys, it was all in theory.

But now you were here, about to actually do it and it wasn’t like you hadn’t entertained the idea ever but thinking about it and actually fucking your best friend of like twenty ish years was a totally different kettle of fish. There was a brief conversation over a strong drink when you came in but you didn’t want to waste time, could feel the nerves and tension radiating off of him and yourself.

You and he were facing each other, both sitting side saddle on the couch, intending to start this the only way you knew how, to get one of the most awkward parts out of the way, your first kiss with him.

“Don’t be lame-” You started and he said after clearing his throat, almost defensively, “I won’t. Now, fuck off.”

“No pussying out.” You said firmly.

“I’m not, will you just-” You cleared your own throat, cutting him off and saying, “Alright. Come on. Okay?”

“Okay, okay.” He agreed.

A pause, both of you in the same position, you say, “You’re not moving.”

“Well, neither are you.” He fired back and you looked him up and down, “Jesus Christ man up, would you?”

He sputtered out, “I’m fucking…I’m closer to you than you are to me.”

Eyebrows knitted together as you respond to him with a question, “How the fuck does that work?”

He looked you up and down before saying, “Cuz I’m doing some moving and you’re not doing anything-” He calls it moving, you’d call it nervous fidgeting. You cut in, talking over him in the middle of his sentence, “You’re an idiot.” And he continued on with his thought “-you’re just sass-bossing me-” Finishing with a very mature retort of, “-you’re an idiot.”

“Shut up.” You fire back and he shh’s you.

All of this back and forth is totally just posturing because you and he are so nervous, reverting back to childish banter and barbs to try and hide how much this was, the inherent vulnerability and worry involved that this would fuck everything up. Even though Sam didn’t say it, he didn’t have to, you knew him and also had that same thought yourself, that if this doesn’t go well it could spoil everything. It could potentially ruin a lifelong friendship. You were trying to put the worry out of your head as much as you were sure he was too.

A move of your head, you start to lean in as does he, “Don’t be a pussy.” You remind playfully and he says with a half nod, tone unsure but eyes determined, “I’m-I got it.”

You didn’t stop your forward momentum and neither did he, and one moment there is still space between you and the next, there is none, your lips touch and holy shit you are kissing Sam Wescott. His lips are soft, way softer than you ever thought they could be, he was so warm too, and fuck, he knew what he was doing. It wasn’t like you ever thought Sam would be a bad kisser but you realise while this was happening that you don’t think that you ever thought about kissing him seriously.

Your mouth moved on instinct, kissing him back nearly immediately, moving with him, his lips parted first, his bottom lip under yours, a slip of his tongue that made a rush of arousal wash over you from him doing it first, and with confidence you hadn’t counted on from him. You returned his efforts further, your tongue making contact with his and you swear you could almost feel him tense, you leaned closer, deepened it slightly and so did he. The heat grew considerably for another ten seconds before it became too much. You ended up pulling away first, moving to sit back on the couch properly, feet on the cushion below you, knees swaying back and forth, he moved, sitting back on the other side of the couch, hands up as his elbows sat on the backrest of the couch.

“Okay.” You said with a nod, thighs tensing, trying to grapple with the immediacy of how much that one kiss turned you on and he agreed, a nod as he said, “Yup.”

You snuck a look at him, the way he had one leg crossed over the other, ankle rested on his knee, a thick swallow and you were sure he was hard even with the view of him obscured.

You took a moment, trying to calm down, you really hadn’t been expecting one dumb kiss to get to you this badly, you needed to get a hold of yourself and seemingly so did he.

It had been weirdly quiet for too long now, normally when it was you two together you always had stuff to talk about so this was, strange to say the least. Then again you and Sam had never kissed each other before. Another drink was had, conversation forced, you weren’t gonna let this fail so early, not when you had barely gotten started.

You take a deep breath, pick up your shot glass and down it, the burn feels good, emboldens you once more and you say as you sit back, “I think I’m drunk, you?”

“Maybe we waited too long.” He said and you replied, “Maybe we should have another shot.” You lean forward once more, pouring another for yourself.

You take it, knocking it back as he starts to say, “Ah I’m just worried about things going wacky.”

Shaking your head as you swallow the burn of the alcohol you hum, “Nuh-uh.” And he asks, “Do you think this is the smart thing to do?”

“All right, Wescott-” A hand on the backrest you turn to face him once again, sitting sideways on the couch you say, “I understand what you’re feeling, but listen up, cause I ain’t saying this twice. We all know my reasons for doing this but this is about you too and you’ve been stuck on some whore-bitch who dumped you-”

“Don’t call her a whore-bitch.” He interjected with a roll of his eyes and you didn’t stop, still going off, “-who dumped you like, seven months ago and treated you like shit for two months-”

“Three months and two days-” He supplied and you groaned, hands reaching out, one on his shoulder, the other on his chest as you emphatically said, “Oh, you need to get laid!”

He coughs before agreeing, “Okay yes.”

“Very, very badly!” You insist and he looks back over to you, “Yes, I get it.”

Onward you continued, “And instead of worrying about this, that, and the other thing, just focus on the fact that your balls need emptying.”

A raise of his eyebrows, eyes wider as you say, “Immediately. And that’s it. That’s all you think about because that’s all this is.”

He cocks his head to the side, taking in what you said, you think it might be sinking in, a nod but then he says, “I just don’t want to jeopardise anything.”

“Okay look.” You say, putting a stop to his next ramble of trying to talk himself out of this with his neurotic worries, “Sometimes it’s something. Sometimes it’s meaningful. Sometimes it’s caressing faces and fingers intertwined and whispering little secrets in ears.”

You say it softly, emotion and warmth colouring your tone as you look directly into his eyes, your hand still on his chest, feeling his heartbeat below your palm, firm, steady, quickening.

A small pause before you then say. “And sometimes a fuck is just a fuck.”

His smile broadens, neither of you looking away as you expound, your hand lifting off of him, “It’s grinding your shit and emptying your balls and falling asleep right after you come and that’s what you and I are gonna do to one another because that’s what friends are for.”

His expression is hilarious, smile had gotten dimmer, eyes showing he was trying to follow along but was confused, adorable honestly, but you don’t let it trip you up, a clap as you say, “So stop fucking up the game plan, down that shot, because right after that your old buddy here-” Pointing to yourself, “-is going to blow you.”

He breaks eye contact, shocked once again, almost as if it just hit him that this was really going to happen, you both seriously doing this, he turns back as he says with quiet disbelief, “Uhm…You’re going to-?”

You made a mimic the motion of sucking a dick before mouthing the words, “Blow you.”

His head turns once more, looking at the shot you poured minutes ago on the coffee table before sitting up, leaning forward, he picks it up and downs it, placing the glass back on the table, wrists rested on his knees and you sit in the same way to match him. You ask, “You ready?”

He hums with a nod, “Buzzed?”

“Yeah-huh.” He agrees.

“Trim that shit up like we talked about?” You asked and he said, “Uh-yeah, I already told you I do that on my own-”

“Okay.” You clap again and then turn to him, “High five.”

He does so immediately and without complaint as he always did when you offered one.

You scoop up the shot glasses and take them to the kitchen, he follows, bottle in hand, the shot must have worked because he asked, “What happened to you blowing me immediately, post shot?”

“Sorry I thought I should put these away because I know how your over thinking, worried ass gets, I would hate for you to be unable to get it up because you can’t stop thinking about dirty dishes on the coffee table.” You tease and he scoffs as he bottle set on the counter, “Again, the faith you have in me is astounding.”

You turn, push off the sink and come forward, your hands on his shoulders and you lean up, not dignifying him with a response instead choosing to kiss him again, sudden and deep, pressing him to the kitchen island. He returned the kiss, your tongue slipped into his mouth first this time and you could taste the shot still lingering as you were sure he could as well. Your head is swimming and you aren’t certain it isn’t from the alcohol, you break away, staring up at him, his cheeks were flushed, again you aren’t certain it isn’t from the drink on his part.

“Who says I can’t blow you in the kitchen, Wescott?” You challenge as your hands slide off his shoulders and down his arms.

You had seen Sam shirtless many times, especially at summer camp, but actually feeling him now, Jesus, seeing and feeling is a totally different thing. He had some good strength, you couldn’t wait for him to put it to use. Your hands find the top of his jeans and you start to unbutton them and he responds, “Uh no one I suppose, I mean you can blow me wherever you want to really, I’m not picky-”

You press a kiss to the underside of his jaw, a smile on your face as you say, “Hey Wescott?”

“Yeah?” He asks as you unzip his pants, then your hands catch the bottom hem of your top and you take off your shirt, you toss it aside, revelling in his wide eyes at the view of you just in your jeans and bra. You say fondly as you begin to sink to your knees, “Shut up.”

“Okay, shutting up.” He nodded, looking down as your fingers hook in his belt loops, you lean in, your cheek to his bulge, lips catching on his zipper as you rub against him before starting to tug his pants down his hips.

He lets you do so and then he can feel your mouth on him, through the last layer of his underwear, warm lips and even warmer breath has him putting his hands back, gripping the edge of the kitchen island. A few kisses are placed along his clothed shaft, his pants around his knees now and your hands slip back up his legs, nails dragging teasingly before you reach for the waistband of his briefs. You take a deep breath for courage before pulling them down and for the first time you see his dick, very hard and less than two inches from your face.

“Holy shit.” You utter, lips parted as your eyes drag over every exposed inch of him.

He looks concerned, “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing just fuck, dude, you didn’t tell me you were packing heat!” He laughed, “What? When was I supposed to bring that up in our friendship? Hey bud, awesome cookies you brought to the bake sale, also I have a massive dick.” He added on after another shared laugh, “Also is it really that big?”

You scoff, a roll of your eyes, “Oh my God only dudes with big dicks say shit like ‘is it really that big?’, fucking, of course it is!” You wrap your hand around the base and he inhales sharply. “I mean look at this! Look how much of it is still left after I get my whole hand around it!”

He nods, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip before saying, “Yeah, uhm, shit, you’re right, it does look big in your hand.”

“Duh dude.” You laugh before leaning in, honestly excited for this, the excitement and want far outweighing the nerves, wanting to wow him. “Get ready for me to blow your mind.”

Your taunt makes him laugh, it’s breathy and nervous, “Yeah I’m ready for you to blow my dick, the jury is still out on my mind.”

You might have bragged about your dick sucking skills previously in your friendship and a running joke was him never believing you, and you were about to prove him how wrong he was. You start easily enough, a lick from midway down his shaft, up the underside of him before your tongue swirls around the tip and you hear his breath catch from above you. A small smirk on your face and he is about to say something but you shut him up by slipping the head of his dick into your mouth, lips wrapping right around that sensitive ridge and you suck deeply. He gasped out, “Oh fuck-”

Your hand is still locked around the base as you pull off of him with a loud pop. You are looking up at him, hand beginning to stroke him, using your own spit as lube as you ask with a faux innocent smile, “You okay up there Wescott?”

He nods and says on an exhale, “Yeah, yeah, M’ fine.” You smile wider as you twist your wrist on the upstroke, “Good.”

You lean back in, slipping him back into your mouth, taking more of him, sliding him in deeper and he grips the island harder, knuckles going almost white as he tries to contend with the feeling of how wet and hot your mouth is. You bob up and down, hand moving in tandem, tongue running up the underside of his shaft, flicks and licks, messy open mouthed kisses, quick pace, lots of sucking, allowing spit and drool to leak out, getting sloppy with it, just as he had previously confessed to liking. The amount he tensed when you latched onto and paid heavy attention to his balls made you smile against him.

This was done all while you were looking up at him. He was very much not looking at you though, heavy breathing, nervous fidgeting and you pull off once more, “Are you sure you are okay?”

“Yeah, yes I am, why?” He asked, seemingly out of breath and caught off guard by your question, “Just, you aren’t looking at me and are real fidgety-”

“You keep looking at me.” He admitted, eyes darted to you and away again quickly. You accuse, “You said you like when girls look up at you during head!”

“Yeah but it’s you! And so it’s not just like it’s a girl doing it, it’s all, ‘yeah that’s my dick in her mouth’ but when it’s you it’s like ‘oh there’s my best friend with my dick in her mouth’ and it makes me freak out-” He rambles and you laugh breathlessly.

“Wescott, everything makes you freak out! Just try to relax and focus on how good it feels, alright?” He nodded, a deep breath, the reassurance helps, he agrees, “Yeah, totally, how good it feels-”

And you had taken him back in before he finished speaking, his sentence breaks off with a choked off moan, his eyes closing and you feel a sense of pride as well as a drip in your panties.

He sounded really good when he moaned. It pushes you on. You pulled out your best moves, you pushed him harder into the kitchen island with one hand while your other stroked and you sucked deeply, taking as much of him as you could, you gagged and he seemed to like that. His dick twitched in your mouth, his hips rocked forward involuntarily, a groan broke out of your name and you did it again. Take him deep, gag, choke yourself a little, you pick up the pace as you deep throat and then he is squirming, all of a sudden his fists clenching and unclenching, “Shit, wait, hold on I think, I uh, ahhhn, need a second-”

You felt him throbbing in your hand and on your tongue and you stroked faster, a long suck with a moan against his shaft and he still tries to stop you, his eyes back open, looking down at you. Seeing you looking up at him with those, ‘fuck me eyes’ did not help at all on holdong off, a hurried moan of, “Wait, fuck, I said wait! Ohhh Goddd.”

He couldn’t stop you and so he couldn’t stop it and he came, hot and thick ropes spilling into your mouth and you don’t stop either. You slowed down slightly, not wanting to overstimulate him, doing what you could to draw out his pleasure, he was still holding onto the counter, weak in the knees, trying not to lose his balance from how hard he was cumming, buried well more than halfway inside you.

Big swallows, taking every single drop without issue until his dick finally stopped twitching and his hand was on your head, pushing you back and you allowed it. You sit back on your heels, the back of your hand wipes your mouth and you say, “Wow Wescott, I thought you’d last longer than that! What was that? Three minutes or four?”

“Fuck you!” He huffed and you said with a wide grin, “I mean you were supposed to but now-”

He was still catching his breath as he defending himself, “Gimmie a minute! I can go again.”

“Oh can you?” A taunt he clearly took offense to and he said, “Yes! I can, fucking, come on.” He reached down, one hand snagged his pants and underwear, he pulled them back up, his other hand hooking under your bicep and he hauled you up onto your feet. He dragged you along quickly, “Awe I must have touched a nerve! Where are you taking me?”

“To the bedroom.” He stated firmly as you were now in the hallway, “What are we gonna do in there? Cuddle till you can get it up again?”

He pushed you into the bedroom, hard, and you fell onto his bed. He flicked the light on the nightstand on, “No, I’m going to eat you out till I’m hard enough to fuck you so I can wipe that smug fucking smirk off your face and shut you up.”

The show of strength dragging you here, pushing you on the bed, the promise he just made, you tried to hide how hot it was. You got the distinct feeling he could back his word up and you hoped against hope that feeling was correct.

“You think you can do that?” You taunted, weaker than you meant to.

He was starting to take off your jeans, his own still open and low on his hips, he assured you, “I know, I can do that.”

A pulse of your clit and hard swallow and with a nod, holding eye contact with Sam you said, “Fucking prove it Wescott.”

Denim was tossed aside, and he took his shirt off, you assumed in classic Sam fashion trying to make it even because now you were in just your underwear and nothing else. He climbed on top of you, he kissed you, hard just like you had previously but also in the most him way possible. It was way too all consuming, hard not to get lost in, practically melting below him way too fast. His mouth soon dragged down, kisses over your jaw and your throat, his other hand sliding underneath, gripping the back of your neck and you gasped out, “What are you doing?”

“You said you liked it when guy’s kissed your neck like this?” He murmured, his tongue ran over your pulse point, teeth scraped as his nails bit in slightly, a light bite that had your back arching, “I-I do but ahh-”

“But what?” He asked teasingly, “Isn’t this just about getting off?” He had used that tone when you had both joked around countless times before but now with him on top of you and kissing your neck it made heat pulse inside of you.

“It is-” You assure, trying to ignore how hot you had gotten and how wet you were and he said, one of his legs slotting between yours, knee pressing against your clothed slit, “Well doesn’t this get you off? Or were you lying to me all those times we talked before?”

You shake your head, his other hand that wasn’t preoccupied with your neck, finds your hip, he makes you grind on his thigh and you moan, “I wasn’t lying.”

“Then stop whining and enjoy it.” He said easily as he started to slide down your body, lips pressing more kisses as he went. Soon he is on his knees on the floor, your panties are being tugged off, throwing them away and your legs are resting over his shoulders.

You should feel some nerves being so exposed before him but you mostly feel excited he is seeing you like this. Any of those small remaining nerves were pushed away when he breathed out, “Oh wow.”

“Wow?” You asked, his hands made contact, strong and firm resting on your mons, thumbs stroke down, parting you open, getting a good look, “Yeah, just, fuck, you’re soaked.”

He admitted and you bit your bottom lip. You try to conjure a response but none comes as you feel him closer, warm breath on your wet folds, his mouth doesn’t waste time.

His lips touched down on your clit and once again you are hit with the sheer softness and warmth of him. You suck down a deep breath as he lifts up, another kiss placed just right, a few mouth come and then his tongue slipping out to slide over you and fuck, you were unprepared for the jolt of pleasure that hits your system.

He didn’t tease you about his oral skills before getting started because, well, he knew he didn’t need to. He knew you heard the rumours that flew around at Camp Clear Vista, he knew you know what people say about him and his mouth. There had been many jokes made before about it, you not believing him already made abundantly clear throughout your friendship and within two minutes he was proving you wrong. He warms you up beautifully, open mouthed kisses, lips and tongue paying attention everywhere, running through every nook and cranny he could find, was impossibly attentive. As if he knew just when it was needed he switched to focusing more where you needed, tongue ran up and over your clit, a flick that made you moan, thighs tensing around his head. He hums out, “Good?”

A shaky nod at the rush of sensation the vibration provided, “Yeah, fuck, s’ good Wescott.”

Another hum, he seemed happy to hear that and doubled up. He found a rhythm that made your breathing extremely uneven. Your very ready and swollen clit between his lips, tongue circling it with a steady and even pressure that was currently melting your mind.

How was he this good? Where the fuck did he learn to eat pussy like this?

He ate you out like he was starving for it, like you tasted incredible and your satisfaction was the most important thing. It was more than that too however, you got the real impression he wasn’t doing this out of obligation, he was doing it because he really, really enjoyed it. You had been with guys who made claims of getting off on you getting off but it always turned out to be just that, pretty words and claims made in order to get into your panties, any upfront effort did not last once their dick entered the equation, but you had the feeling Sam was the genuine article.

You looked down and you understood what he meant previously when you were sucking his dick. Seeing him being the one between your thighs, eyes closed in concentration, doing this was a lot to handle, mainly, the view of it was way too hot, it made your cunt clench around nothing, leak more and your clit throb. You had to force your eyes closed as you tried to forget it was Sam who was making you feel like this.

It shocked you how fast he got you to the edge with only his mouth. You weren’t prepared at all for this, you were shivering, so close, panting and trying to come up with how to warn him, you had a thought of getting him to stop, taking a breather, switch to sex or something but again, there was no hope for you.

No time, no words came out, just a loud and honest moan, genuine vocal expression of the intense pleasure he made you feel as your fingers tangled in those navy bed sheets you bought him last Christmas. Hands tugging as you tried to ride out the most powerful orgasm you had in months thanks to his talented tongue, chest heaving as the feeling rose, peaked and then slowed down until overstimulation threatened to seep you, you panted out, “Fuck, fuck, stop!”

As soon as it left your mouth he pulled up, “What was that you were saying earlier about cumming quickly?” He asked and you finally managed to catch your breath, “Shu-shut up.”

You reached up, your hand found the back of his neck and you pulled him to you, your mouth crashing into his, effectively silencing his argument with your tongue in his mouth, tasting yourself on him. He moaned into your mouth and he moved closer, settling back on top of you, pressing himself into your hip and you feel how hard he is again. He wasn’t kidding, you had blown him what must have been less than fifteen minutes ago and he was raring to go. Maybe you shouldn’t have teased him so much?

A rock of his hips and you broke the kiss, pulling on his jeans, “Get these off.” You demanded and one of his hands snapped your bra strap, “Get this off too then.”

“Fair.” You agree as he gets out of his jeans and underwear and you arch your back, unhooking your own bra, you toss it and then you and Sam are naked together in his bed.

This is really happening and you are so into it. Legs still trembling from how hard you came, seeing the sight of him totally naked and almost on top of you again, you are having trouble remembering the last time you were this turned on, felt like you had this much sexual chemistry with someone. That is all this was, right? Sexual chemistry. It had to be.

Sam was leaning over, he opened the drawer on his nightstand and reached in and when you saw the small foil packet you asked, “Condom?”

“Yeah?” He nodded, “What, you don’t trust me, Wescott?” You teased, “No, God no, I just thought you’d want one.”

“Nope, I’m safe and as you know, I haven’t been with anyone in months annnnd I know you haven’t either so-”

A beat.

“Sooo it’s fine without?” He asked and you shrugged with a nod, “Yeah if you’re fine with it I am too.”

He seemed unsure but he said, “Sure, I can handle it.”

“Me too.”

You weren’t sure that you could as you eyed him, without a doubt he is gonna be the biggest you’ve had like this but damn it did you want to try. He kissed you first again, slower as he eased on top of you and your heart was speeding up, you pushed on his chest and said, “Wait, no, hold on.”

You sit up and position him, sitting up with you in the middle of his bed and you slide into his lap, arms around his shoulders, his hands settle on your waist and he asks, “Like this?”

A nod, you wanted to be in a position you could be on top, have a lot of control and he still could too, you didn’t want to be under him, worried what it would do to you. “Mhmm.”

You moved your hips, grind on his shaft and your breath catches slightly as does his, “Fuck, so uh-”

“This is happening.” You finish his thought, prodding your slick entrance with him as he said, “Yeah once we do this-”

There was no going back. Instead of saying that you reassure him, “It’ll be fine Wescott. Sometimes a fuck is just a fuck remember?”

“Right.” He sighed with a nod, clearly trying to psyche himself up. He looked into your eyes, tone shockingly steady as he said, “A fuck is just a fuck.”

No point in waiting any longer. You position yourself just right and then ask, “Ready?”

He confirmed, “As I’ll ever be.” You don’t look away as you then start to slide down, your hands looped around the back of his neck, his hands on your waist squeeze as you start to envelope him. Fuck, you were plenty warmed up and totally wet but the stretch of him almost hurts.

Almost.

Halfway down your eyes close as you focus on how delicious it feels as you take him inch by inch until you settle in his lap, him fully buried in you.

A moment is taken then. Soaking in the feeling of fullness, of how good it is to have him bare in you.

Almost chest to chest you can just about feel his heart beating impossibly hard. Eyes open and you look up, meet his gaze and your own heart isn’t doing much better, threatening to beat out of your ribcage. Sam’s face is flushed, lips parted and eyes hazy, you ask, “You’re gonna pull out, right?”

“Totally.” He breathes and you start to move then. Hips rising, sliding him out halfway before letting yourself fall, impaling yourself on him again and you and he both let out a small moan. “Oh!”

You move again, starting to ride him slowly and a minute in he begins to match you, rocking with you as you both work together to find your rhythm, he breathed out, “Fuck.”

“Right?” You let out a light and musical laugh as your hips fell once more and he leaned in, his hands sliding over your back, he pulled you closer as he fucked up into you. His mouth was on your neck as your forehead rested on his shoulder, he said it so quietly you almost missed it, “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.”

You almost wanted to ask him to repeat himself, you were hearing things, no way he said that. You must have imagined it, what you thought you heard from him pulled at something in your chest. You push that down and increase your pace, forget emotionality, embrace the physical, this is about fucking, about getting off, not sappy feelings shit.

Your legs wrap around his hips, feet now on the bed to better help yourself ride him. He was still helping as well, moving with you and when he rolled his hips, ground into you, a gasp tore from your throat from the friction it provided your clit. Your grip on the back of his neck loosened with every perfect move against one another, eyes closed, head falling back as you fill yourself over and over, grind and pulse and then you lose your grip. “Woah!”

Your back didn’t have far to go thankfully, hitting the mattress, your legs still over his hips, him still inside, he is the one to laugh now, “Shit, you okay?”

A laugh along with him, “Yeah, M’ fine.” You reach out, grabby hands, needy as you prompt him, “C’mon don’t stop.”

In the heat of the moment, desperate for more, you weren’t opposed to him taking control, it was Sam, you could trust him.

He takes the que, comes down to meet you, moves his hips forward, fills you all the way and you moan again. Your arms are around him, legs wrap tighter around his hips and he sets the pace now. You expect him to go back to what you were doing, hard and even but he doesn’t. He stays deep inside you and he grinds and the friction where you need it most makes you nearly choke. “Ah!”

You think it’ll stop but it doesn’t. It isn’t so much fucking, it doesn’t feel like it, not rough pounding, a race to the finish line, it is much slower, seemed imbued with meaning, he continues it, grinds and writhes with you and you do as well. It goes on for minutes, the flow of it comes with surprising ease, the pleasure is intense, you squirm below him, moan and your head is thrown back, “Oh-fuck, that-s-”

“That’s?” He asked, hopeful. His weight on top of you, the smell of him, his wandering hands, his strong body covering yours, the fullness, you say, “S’ too much!”

Your hands on his shoulders, one of your knees nudge his hip hard and you move, he lets you, he knows what you want, he lets you take control again, you roll together. Him on the bottom on his back, you fully on top and back in control.

You start at a much harder pace, faster. “Better?” He asks with a chuckle and a shake of his head.

“Yeah, sorry, couldn’t-” Your lie breaks off with a moan, he doesn’t push, instead he rocks up into you, crooked smile as he assures, “Don’t worry about it.”

A swirl of your hips and he angles his and you brush that spot inside just right, “Ohh! Yeah, yeah, right there!”

It happens fast, in about two minutes of both those spots being hit so right and all the build up, heavy breathing and shared moaning, bodies slick and working together, he says, “I’m going to come soon-”

“Oh my God, me too-” You confess, your hands were planted on his chest and he was so taken with you in that moment. You riding him, being so close with you buried totally inside, and you look down, meeting his gaze and the weight of all of it hits at once.

True, sometimes a fuck is just a fuck.

Bu this wasn’t just a fuck, it held too much meaning, felt way too good for that, even the sex that physically felt the best for you didn’t have this much emotion in it, never made you ache down to your bones with feeling like this did. It was Sam, it was always Sam, he had always been right there, understood you better than anyone. This wasn’t just some guy to use to get over your shit-head ex, no, this was your best friend.

And you looking into each other's eyes, not having sex, not fucking, much, much more than that, it was like you saw the same realization hit Sam all at once.

He speaks honestly as his hands squeeze your waist, “You’re so gorgeous.”

The smile on his face is infectious, you smile too, until a few more moves of your hips again drags you out of your head and your sudden emotional realisation and back to your body, so close to coming but not close enough to him.

You need to be closer, you reach out, your hands catch his, he laces his fingers with yours as they go above his head, pulling you down with him by doing so. Your hips don’t slow, almost chest to chest, fuck it, you decide to be honest too. “This is better than I ever thought.”

He agrees, a shake of his head, tone full of feeling and near wonderment at you and this, “Ever imagined.”

“Oh my God you feel so good-” You cry and he says in a rush, continuing to thrust up into you, “You’re so beautiful.”

It is so close, the feeling creeping up your spine, you say what you feel, it is as easy as breathing, finally admitting what you now know you have felt for God knows how long, “Oh, oh, oh, I love you!”

“I love you too!” His response fills your ears and that ends up being what pushes you over the edge as you stutter out, “Sa-ahh-am! M’ cumming-”

“Fuck, me too.” He grit out and you beg, you actually beg mid-orgasm, the three words break through the haze, far too blissed out and high on him to want anything else as you please, “Don’t pull out!”

It’s all the encouragement he needs, his hands squeeze yours as he allows himself to cum, filling you up with a long groan of your name, your hips squirm, walls milking him as your own pleasure finds its natural end. You both slowly stop moving, out of breath and you go slack on top of him, hands still linked together.

You can’t believe this is how it all turned out.

He kisses the side of your face and you smile, you let his mouth move until his meets yours, a soft kiss is shared, you pull back looking down at him. He breaks the silence, “I thought your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world. I was wrong, it's your moans.”

A wide smile, “So I did hear you say that earlier.” He laughed lightly, “Did you? Shit I tried to keep it quiet, I swear.”

“Mmm, I so believe you.” You tease and he says, “Speaking of believing people, what was that about a fuck is just a fuck? Sometimes it means something and sometimes it’s about intertwining fingers but this isn’t that?”

His hands squeeze yours again, making a point of wiggling his fingers still between yours and you roll your eyes, letting go of his hands “Okay, okay you aren’t gonna hold this over my head our whole relationship are you?”

He pauses and asks, “Relationship?”

You scoff and purposefully clench on him, making him let out a small groan as you then ask, “Well we ARE dating now aren’t we?” He said it as if it was as clear as the fact the sky was blue, “Obviously.”

“Sooo?”

“Sooo I’ll try to be nice and only bring it up when it’s really funny.” You conceded, “I can allow that.”

“Or when it’ll help me win an argument” He joked and you sighed, “Okay sure, Sam.”

“So I’ve lost the Wescott finally? I’m officially Sam since I am officially your boyfriend?”

“Yeah you get first name privileges when you make me cum that hard.”

Another beat before you ask, “So you meant what you said right? You didn’t just say it cuz like I said it right?”

He said, tone shocked, “Of course I meant it!”

You defend yourself, “Cuz sometimes you do that thing where you say a thing because I did just to agree with me-” He laughed and his head fell back on the pillow, “Oh my God, no not this time. I mean it.”

“Really?” The grin almost hurt your face, “Well I bet you didn’t know but I had a crush on you back in fourth grade-”

“Awe I did know but I was with that guy so we couldn’t. I bet YOU didn’t know I had a crush on you in ninth grade-”

“I did but I was with-” You both stopped and you said, “Jesus we really do know everything about each other.”

Why did you ever wait so long and waste so much time on other people?

“Maybe that is why this is so good? Because we do?” He offered and you said, “Maybe, you might be onto something there.”

You press a kiss to his forehead as you start to slide him out and get off of him. One of your hands slipped between your thighs as you moved to the edge of the bed, “You in a rush to leave?”

“Hardly, going to the bathroom.” You tell him as you carefully get off the bed, still cupping yourself, trying to hold some of the mess inside. He laughed as he watched you try to do that and make your way to the ensuite bathroom, you asked “What?”

His hand waves dismissively as he says, “Nothing, nothing. Just I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”

You threw up the middle finger on your free hand as you left the room and he called, “Love you too!”

#I’m gone #dead #deceased #i need him so fucking bad #sam wescott

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