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spideyhexx · 3 months ago

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oct. 13th - come right on me

Sam Woodbridge x Female!Reader

mdni! wc; 3k cw; blowjob, dirty talk, cumplay

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a/n; last sam fic of kinktober but its a fun one :) I am so deeply in love with this fic and I am so excited to finally be sharing it with you guys. THIS IS FOR YOU LOVELIES ENJOY IT :)))))))

“I’ve been working on it, I swear,” Sam says through a laugh while you cackle on the couch, clutching your stomach.

“This is vulgar,” you get out, wiping at the corner of your eyes.

He gives you his signature pout, then rubs his hand through his hair, “But baby, I swear to you, I can do it now. I had time to kill in the hotel in L.A. so I-”

“Do you need to say it again?”

Sam gives you a pointed look but you know it’s in jest.

“Yes, babe. I really do. You laughed through my first explanation.”

“Sorry, sorry. Go on.” Once you gesture your hand for him to continue, his smile is back. He’s almost bouncing as he stands in front of the couch.

“Okay, so I had enough time and I was bored so I jacked off, blah blah blah, cue your whore allegations,” Sam speeds through his words and holds his hand out expectantly like he’s waiting for you to comment.

“You can be a whore, yes,” you give in to the spiel, having to bite down on the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too much.

“Right, right, and you always poke fun at how I come so easily sometimes and how you can never edge me. And I know you don’t care about it that much, but I just got to thinking and I had the time, so I practiced and I can do it now,” he rambles, smiling, waiting for praise.

“Edge, I mean. I can hold off.”

You stare at him in silence for a few seconds too long and the moment you open your mouth to speak, Sam’s already talking again.

“Babe. I swear,” he says, putting his hands on his hips.

“I-”

“I think I would like to show you my new skills,” he interrupts. You’re pretty sure his smile has not left this entire time.

But you can’t blame him. You’re grinning too.

“Freak,” you tell him, pointing a finger at him that he playfully scoffs at, batting your hand away, only to grab your wrist and walk closer until he’s right in front of you.

Sam looks down at you and pats your head, “I think you will be more of a freak after this. You’ll get to torture me.”

“You have to get me in the mood. I was peacefully watching Bridgerton until you stormed in,” you pout up at him and he fixates on your jutted bottom lip, then looks back into your eyes.

“Do you wanna suck those guys off more than me?” Sam glances at the TV, Anthony Bridgerton in his literal glory on the scene. Good timing.

“No, Woodbridge,” you say, but your eyes are in fact on Mr. Bridgerton’s ass. Sam scowls as he looks at the TV again, “Yeah. Good ass. Fuck that.”

Sam grabs at your jaw, his fingers covering almost all of it as he turns your face up to him. He raises his brow. “Baby,” he murmurs, in that tone he knows you love.

“Yes, my sweet baby boy?”

He rolls his eyes. Hard.

His thumb rubs against the left side of your jaw, then press to your chin, “I’m hotter than Anthony,” he mumbles.

You snort and he can’t keep his faux annoyed expression too long but before you can speak he squeezes your jaw in his hand, “and I missed you while I was away,” he continues.

“I missed you too.”

His smile is softer when you say that, but of course, you have to follow it up with, “We did already have reunion sex.”

He groans, “Don’t act like you’re not still horny, I know you’re ovulating and I know you’re insatiable during that time.”

It’s your turn to scowl at him, “Rude.”

“Or a thoughtful, caring, wonderful sex master boyfriend?”

“Please never call yourself a sex master again.”

He giggles, then squishes your cheeks together. “Baby,” he tries the murmur again. You felt the heat starting to pool in your stomach just from how he’s standing in front of you, his warm hand on your face and his groin, well, right in front of you. It was just too fun to mess with him.

“I can’t just switch on the horny side of my brain like you can,” you mumble, looking up at him. This is all true, but you know you’re heating up, that his previous words are starting to get to you and you’re silently begging for him to continue talking about his stupid jerk off session.

Sam’s still rubbing your face with his thumb, a softness in his eyes that thrills you because how the hell can he still have that when he’s thinking about…yeah.

“Baby,” he repeats. Again. His thumb slips along your jaw back to your chin, pressing right under your bottom lip, coaxing you to pout it. You do exactly that, a silent conversation passing between the two of you. Sam always had a way with talking with his eyes and after dating him for so long, you’ve developed the same skill. Or it’s more like you’ve developed the skill to only speak to Sam this way and no one else.

“You can’t fool me,” Sam says, tapping the pad of his thumb to your lip. Whether he wanted you to open your mouth or not, you’re not sure, but you do it anyways, and he slips his thumb past your lips.

“Yeah…now? Or later?”

He’s giving you the option to hold off on his proposal but you had no plan on saying no to it. You give a little lick, then swirl of your tongue on his thumb, promptly sucking on it to give him your answer.

Sam tries to hold back his smile at first, but he lets it take over, “Mr. Bridgerton forgotten?”

You roll your eyes and bite his thumb. Sam yelps and brings his hand away, pushing at your forehead in retaliation.

“Oh come on,” you laugh, shoving at his hip. Touching him there makes you realize how low his pajamas pants are sitting.

“Come on??? On you???” Sam wiggles his brow and holds your head in his two hands to bring it back close to him, close enough that your chin brushes the front of his pants and he starts to shimmy his shoulders.

Your laughing hasn’t stopped and Sam keeps a firm hold on your head to keep you from moving, “Baby, lovey, precious girl, do you accept my offer?”

“Offer? Is that what it is?” You’re close to tears as your laughing settles down, and your hands move to his hips to steady him but he’s still shimmying.

“It’s an…offer you can’t refuse because…,” Sam pauses, making his voice all low and serious, “I know you love my dick in your pretty mouth.”

You hum in response to him, sucking your bottom lip to your mouth. He’s right.

Loser.

“Language,” you mutter, refusing to fully give into him and Sam blinks at you.

“You know, that characterization of Steve Rogers with that is so stupid because-mmmm…”

You nuzzle your nose against his crotch, chuckling at his reaction, “oh my god,” he says under his breath, and Sam presses on the back of your head to squish you into him, “Yeah, that’s…mmm that's the spot,” he mumbles.

With a small snort and squeeze against his hips, you tug at the waistband of his pants, tilting your head back up to look at him. “You sure you can hold off? You’re acting like I’m already scratching that itch.”

Sam shakes his head, pushing his pajama pants down and kicking them off, “Baby, I’m certain,” he says, his hands moving back to your head.

You’re not sure if you believe him, but it didn’t matter to you. Hooking your fingers in the waistband of his boxers, you ruck them down his thighs, eyes darting to his hardening cock. He’s unusually quiet at your actions, but you assume he’s trying to control himself. The moment your hand grips him at the base, he moans, and kicks his boxers to the side just like his pants.

You can’t help but chuckle at his moan, “Sam, baby, are-”

“Yes!” He whines. Your boy is so determined it’s endearing. He’s fully hard in your hand and you haven’t even given him a stroke.

All you can do is give him a nod. You let your saliva pool in your mouth, then spit it down on him, using your hand to rub up and then down on his cock to spread it. Sam’s hands adjust on your head, rubbing his thumbs from your brow bone to your temples. His gaze is locked down on you, standing as close as he can be.

“Missed this,” he tells you, like he hasn’t made that statement very obvious beforehand, but it still makes your lips curl into a smile at you brush them to his tip. Your tongue darts out to kitten lick at him and his breath hitches, fingers pressing to your temples in a soft massage as you swirl your tongue to him. The taste of him is a little salty and you’re half expecting him to blow all over your mouth any second.

But the man does not. Sam’s mouth is parted as he watches you lick only at his tip, your tongue flattening to it as your hand slowly drags up his cock. “How…how’re we doing this? I tell you when-”

“Mhm,” you cut him off, wrapping your lips around him and sucking once, then twice, then continously as you take more of him into your mouth.

He groans, hands tightening in your hair, “oh, fuck yes, baby,” he breathes out. Your eyes watch his face, Sam’s pretty fucking face. His hair is an absolute mess and his brow is furrowed, nose flaring when you take him a little deeper and hollow out your cheeks, bobbing your head slow on him.

He lets go of your head for only a moment to tug his shirt up, pulling at it from the collar and tossing it to the couch, then his hands return to you. He cups your jaw with one, rubbing his thumb to your cheek as you move your head. Your eyes flutter when he moans for you. Why is he so pretty? You want to ask him that but you’re occupied. You’ve probably done this for him a thousand times, but no matter how many times you have, every single time it feels like a fucking greek god is the one staring down at you with his soft blue eyes.

“Okay, give me a second…oh fuck, oh fuck,” he says, breaking you out of your thoughts, and you pull off of him, breathing deeply and rubbing to his bare thighs.

You raise your brow at him and Sam says, “what?”

“That was quick,” and you pat his thigh, nudging your nose along the length of his cock. At this point, you’re over the fact that you’re trying to edge him, you just want him heavy in your mouth.

Sam scoffs and shakes his head, “Yeah, but I held back. Do you feel any evidence on your face that I finished? No? Then I did it. Case closed.”

“Uh huh,” you mumble, squeezing his thigh, then leaning your head back up. You open your mouth and stick your tongue. Waiting.

Sam groans in a loud, dramatic manner and holds the base of his cock, slapping it gently your tongue, “I love you,” he mumbles, sliding himself into your mouth and then out, his hips keeping a steady movement. You can’t reply, but you feel warm at his words and give his thigh another squeeze.

“Yeah, I know, I know. You love me too,” he reads your actions, slowly fucking himself into your mouth, his breath ragged, “Love my cock too, I know that. Wish you could see yourself, baby…you’re taking almost all of it.”

Horny Sam is kicked into high gear and you shift your heel under you to press against your clothed cunt to get some sort of friction. Breathing through your nose helps the pressure of having his cock deep in your mouth every time he thrusts in. You hum around him and he chuckles breathlessly, “Ohhhh don’t do that,” he snorts and pulls himself from your mouth.

Taking a breather.

It makes you smile and bite to your lip. You let him calm for almost a minute then shift, like you’re impatient. Sam shakes his head, keeping your head tilted for him, “You gotta be less sexy for this to work, I’m gonna lose it.”

“I fear that’s impossible Sammy baby,” you mumble, then open your mouth again.

He groans. Again. He’s too predictable. “My fucking confident, sexy ass woman, let’s fucking go.”

You’d laugh, but he’s already shoving his cock into your mouth, bucking his hips with a slightly quicker speed than he had before. You moan against him, then swallow around him, fingers digging to his thighs. Once you try to move your head, he stops his thrusting, letting you take back over, bobbing your head quick on him and running your tongue on the underside of his dick.

It’s difficult to keep your eyes open, but it helps when he looks so hot, admiring you with a look that sends a shooting feeling down to your core and has your heel rubbing to you.

You moan on him, ignoring the wet sounds leaving your mouth when you start to take him deep enough you might gag. You know they drive Sam crazy and he proves it when he whines, “Mmmph, lovey, fuck, fuck take that cock, take it in your throat c’mon.”

You’re sure you heard his voice crack with those last words. You listen to him though, pushing to take all of him and still for only a couple seconds, tears springing to your eyes, before you have to pull off of him to breathe. He’s nodding his head at you as he pants, “Yeah, good girl, knew you could do it.” Sam almost pets at your hair, bringing you back in as your mouth chases for his tip, sucking only on that and sliding your tongue to his slit. Your head is in a daze, burning for him and him only.

Sam’s breath stutters, “oh fuck, that’s good…your mouth, baby…that tongue is fuckin’ insane,” he practically groans his words when you continue to lick your tongue to his tip. Gently, Sam pushes your head back and you whimper without meaning to.

“I know, I know, honey, but I don’t wanna cum in your mouth.” He breathes deeply, calming down yet again from his near orgasm and then brings your head back closer.

Your breath almost leaves you, “Sam…”

He leans down, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, quick kiss, then he tugs you off the couch to the carpeted floor on your knees. Once he’s standing back upright, he kneels one of his knees on the edge of the couch and your mouth finds it’s place on the base of his cock, leaving a wet, open mouthed kiss to him. Sam hums, jerking his cock slowly as your lips brush lower to his balls.

“There you go,” he murmurs, holding your head back with his free hand as he strokes himself quicker.

You moan, lapping at the senstive skin of his balls as you hold to his thigh, feeling the slight weight of his cock and the rush of movements his hand is making.

“Missed my little freak,” Sam moans out a laugh, his sounds a little higher in pitch, a tell tale sign he’s about to come.

Your lips suck to his balls, teeth every so slightly grazing the skin. Sam’s moan is choked out of him, and he has to pause his hand for a second before continuing, “Mmm lovey I’m gonna cum, gonna cum right on ya, okay? Gonna fuckin’ cum all you, oh fuck, shit…”

Sam groans when it hits him, his cum shooting out and hitting your nose and forehead first, then your cheek as he shifts. The moans that leaves you feels like it should be because you orgasmed. You didn’t. But this somehow feelings orgasmic for not only him but for you.

You can feel he must’ve come a lot because his eyes are glued to your face. Your eyes are dazed as he looks down at you, pushing the head of his cock to your lips to rub the last little beads of cum that come out of him. You wrap your lips to him again and suck, harshly. He whimpers and closes his eyes a second, before pulling out of your mouth.

“Pretty girl,” he whispers, and then using the tip of himself, gathers some of the cum on your cheek, and brings it your mouth. You happily lick him clean, moaning softly around him. Sam’s so sensitive, he has to reluctantly pull back. He lets go of himself, then kneels onto the ground with you, holding your jaw in his hands and turning your face. Sam lick up the cum left on your cheek and then smashes his lips to yours.

Both of you moan, his tongue sliding against yours and sharing his release with you. His arms wrap around your body and shift you until he can slowly bring you down to the carpet, situating himself between your legs. When he pulls back from the kiss, he’s got a goofy grin.

Your brow furrows. And you grin ear to ear.

He starts shimmying his shoulders and chuckle, hitting his chest gently, “What?”

“Come right on me, I mean camaraderie, said you’re not in my timezone but ya wanna be,” Sam starts to sing under his breath as he nuzzles his face into your neck and you cackle. He tries to keep singing but he’s laughing too through the words.

His fingers dig to your sides under your shirt and start to tickle.

“Woodbridge!” You squeal, delighted and not fully satiated, but definitely fully happy.

#im nervous for this actually oh my gosh #oh how i love mr samuel alexis woodbridge and i love YOU GUYS #kinktober 2024 #kit's kinktober 2024 #baseballboy #smut fic

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