#sam trapani smut

[prpfz]

🧠 With everything going on those past few days, I am desperate to get back into roleplaying to take my mind off it – and hopefully take yours with it!

A little bit about me: I‘m female, 28 years old, based in Germany (CET), roleplaying since I’m 11 years old and can write either third or first person but heavily prefer the latter. English is obviously not my first language, but I‘m trying my best. I like to write smut, usually playing the more dominant role. I just don’t want the whole play to revolve around it. I play on Discord and use tupperbox. No worries if you‘re not familiar with it, I‘ll happily walk you through it.

The fandoms I‘m currently interested in are Outer Banks, Until Dawn and the Mafia trilogy.

OBX characters I would be open to writing are, in no particular order: John B, Rafe and Topper. Wanted opposites are practically all the canon characters, mostly Kie and Sarah (yes, even for Rafe) but I’m open to mxm ships as well.

As for Until Dawn, my muse is highest for Mike Munroe. Wanted opposites: Jessica, Sam, Emily and possibly Matt? Maybe even Josh. Honestly, just hit me with it. Might also be tempted to try my hand at writing Matt.

And last but not least, yes, it’s been an eternity but I’m still not over Mafia and never will be. I would really like to write Sam Trapani against either Michelle or an oc of yours. Alternatively I also have a thing for writing Vito or Joe.

Give this a like if you’re interested, leave a message or just hit me up on Discord: .grinsekatze

.grinsekatze

[grinsekatze]

With everything going on those past few days, I am desperate to get back into roleplaying to take my mind off it – and hopefully take yours with it!

A little bit about me: I‘m female, 28 years old, based in Germany (CET), roleplaying since I’m 11 years old and can write either third or first person but heavily prefer the latter. English is obviously not my first language, but I’m trying my best. I like to write smut, usually playing the more dominant role. I just don’t want the whole play to revolve around it. I play on Discord and use tupperbox. No worries if you’re not familiar with it, I’ll happily walk you through it.

The fandoms I’m currently interested in are Outer Banks, Until Dawn and the Mafia trilogy.

OBX characters I would be open to writing are, in no particular order: John B, Rafe and Topper. Wanted opposites are practically all the canon characters, mostly Kie and Sarah (yes, even for Rafe) but I’m open to mxm ships as well.

As for Until Dawn, my muse is highest for Mike Munroe. Wanted opposites: Jessica, Sam, Emily and possibly Matt? Maybe even Josh. Honestly, just hit me with it. Might also be tempted to try my hand at writing Matt.

And last but not least, yes, it’s been an eternity but I’m still not over Mafia and never will be. I would really like to write Sam Trapani against either Michelle or an oc of yours. Alternatively I also have a thing for writing Vito or Joe.

Give this a like if you’re interested, leave a message or just hit me up on Discord: .grinsekatze

[callmemythicalminx]

Morning Haze- Sam Trapani x Reader (Smut)

 ���Fandom: Mafia Definitive Edition

Warnings: Smut, vaginal sex, language, semi public sex, dominant Sam ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Summary: You and Sam share a morning together relaxing...

A/N: First smut guys, very tame for my first spicy fic. But don't worry, some more exciting and dirty smut will cum... Until then, cuddle up with your own invisible Sam and enjoy!

Dedicated to: @kaiiiiiiparkerismyhusband @lolita-wolfson @mayday1284 @xxsamanthaxx @kneelingforvillains @loutino20 @levitate-gengar @dorothynerding ​ @blackbladevika ​ @my-blog-for-me ​ @rammstein-obsession ​ @octorebel @demonsouthere

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The rising sun peeks over the edge of the horizon through your window. The light is already soaking into your bedroom, the particles in the air floating amidst the rays. You sigh in bliss. Sam sleeps peacefully beside you, head buried against the pillow. He lies on his front, his arm laying protectively over your waist. You woke up a few minutes ago, but you can't find it in you to wake up your man from his slumber. He looks so relaxed when he sleeps, free of the stress and worry that accompanies him every day. Ever since this war officially started with Morello, he's been coming home later, more tired and more bruised. He needs this rest. 

Usually he wakes up with the sun, drinking his morning coffee then leaving to go to Salieri's after kissing you goodbye in bed. Today though, you've managed to convince the Don to give him the morning off. Most of the jobs happening right now take place in the afternoon or evening anyway, so it wasn’t that hard to persuade him. 

Sam sifts beside you, burying his face deeper into the pillow to hide away from the sun. His arm tightens around you slightly, as does his leg which is wrapped around yours like a vine. It makes you smile. Even in his sleep, he still guards you, always worried that one day his enemies will hurt you. You reach over to run your hands soothingly down the expanses of his back, delicately stroking over his muscles. His skin is smooth but riddled with scars of all sizes, permanent dark reminders of everything he’s lived through. They make your heart ache every time you see them, unable to comprehend the pain he’s experienced. 

Sometimes, you still wake up at night in cold sweat after dreaming of Sam dying, replaying the memories of him after he got shot on a whisky run at the farm. He was so weak, the closest you’ve ever seen him to dying. In your mind, those images are printed permanently with a harsh blinding ink that you just can’t seem to remove. Seeing the love of your life like a walking corpse- you can’t ever forget that.  

You worry about him everytime he leaves the safe cocoon of your apartment. With every loving kiss he leaves on your lips when he leaves, will that be the last ever sweet embrace you two share if something does happen to him? Would you ever feel his arms around you again, the only place you truly feel safe? Your mind is too fickle sometimes, always plaguing you with ‘what ifs’. 

“Stop worryin’ doll. I can hear you even in my sleep” Sam mumbles into the pillow, making it impossible to decipher his muffled words. You smile lightly and cuddle deeper into his side, laying your face on your hand. The other still traces his spine with feather like touches. 

Sam breathes deep and lifts his head, facing towards you again. One eyelid unravels slowly, then the other, the light steelness of his eyes bright amidst his tiredness. 

“Good morning” you whisper. He sighs sleepily when he sees your smile, pulling you up against his chest as he turns onto his side. He closes his eyes again and smiles when he feels you snuggle into his neck and start laying sweet little kisses there. “Good morning to you too doll. Why are you up so early? You should be passed out sleepin’ right now.”

“It’s half nine Sam, this is when I normally wake up.” His eyes shoot open and he’s moving so suddenly, you barely register it for a moment. 

“Fuck. I’m gonna be late. The boss is gonna kill me.” He rises, flinging the sheets off and swinging his legs over the bed. You finally stop him just as he’s about to rise, wrapping around him. You kiss him beneath his ears as you quickly say “I’ve got you the morning off, don’t worry.” He looks back incredulously. 

“Off? How did you manage to persuade the Don to give me the mornin’ off? Especially with all this crap from Morello?” You look away mischievously, pulling slightly on him so he’ll follow you back down to bed. You slip out from under him once he’s back against the pillows and lean on his chest gently. His arm slips unconsciously around you again, always wanting to keep you close. “That’s for me to know and for you to never worry about.” He opens his mouth to reply, but you press your finger against it before he can. 

“Don’t fight this. You need some time away from all the stress at the bar, even if it’s only for a little while.” He reaches up and grabs hold of your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm then laying it on his chest near his heart. 

“My girl’s lookin’ after me. Can I really say no to you?” He laughs throatily, sighing as he strokes your fingers, “How did you manage to persuade the Don anyway?”

“You know me honey, my powers of persuasion are unbeatable.” In reality, you just promised Sailieri that you’d make him some of your best desserts, but Sam didn’t need to know that. “Why don’t you sit outside on the balcony? I’ll make us some coffee and then I’ll meet you out there?”

He smiles lazily up at you, bringing you down for a quick, toe curling kiss that leaves you breathless. Sam smirks at your reaction. You move to the side as he rises again, leaning your chin on your hand as you watch him walk naked across the room. You can’t help but release a pleased sigh, watching the muscles in his legs move, his ass flexing . He puts on some loungey pants without any underwear then turns around, looking at you with a smouldering promise in his eyes. If the kiss and this is anything to go by, Sam is definitely in a romantic mood. 

“Did your mama not teach you to stare?” He smirks jokingly, throwing his head back laughing when he sees your mock offended expression. You roll up onto your knees, your hands moving to your hips. You try to look at him angrily, but you can’t help the smile that breaks out on your face. 

“Do you really have the cheek to say that when you happily watch me undress every evening? It’s not very gentlemanly of you to treat a lady in such a way.” You smirk at him playfully. Sam looks at you from the hood of his eyes, slowly walking back towards you. He leans down on his arms so his face is level with yours. “You’re not just any lady though. You’re my lady. And I know that my girl likes being the centre of my attention” He kisses you again with intensity. One of his hands slips into your hair just below the base of your neck, tugging gently but with a force he knows you like. It makes you arch into him as his other hand traces tantilisingling down your spine, leaving goosebumps in his wake. You follow his lips as he rises, pouting when he steps back. Sam smirks again, then strokes the side of your face gently. “Outside doll.”

You make quick work of making the coffee after throwing on a silk nightdress. The material catches against your already pebbled nipples, the intensity of Sam’s kisses still setting your body alight. Your skin feels heated, tingles running up your arms and legs. It feels like there’s electricity running through your veins, the anticipation making your hormones run riot. 

Though you and Sam make love multiple times a week, it’s rare that you get to take things slow, build up excitement between you. He always gets home too late from work, needing to burn off adrenaline or find comfort with you between the sheets to rid himself of his haunting demons. You fit together like two perfect puzzle pieces, intune with each other’s desires and needs. 

With Sam, you can give up control and let him take the reins, knowing you’re in safe hands. He treats you like a diamond, treasuring you and looking after you in a way you’ve never known before, while he loves you both rough and gentle, giving you all his passion and intensity, knowing you can take it. From slow lovemaking to hard fucking against the nearest piece of furninture, there’s never a moment of sexual pleasure between you where you’re not overcome with feeling. You crave his intense intimacy and protective aura, and he yearns for your sweet touches and worshiping love, making him feel like a god when his days are darkest. 

As you finish making his drink, you wonder to yourself once again if it’s true after all that there are such things called soul mates. It’s the only way you can describe your unbreakable bond with Sam, one you know will only grow stronger with every pain and strife you encounter. 

By the time you walk onto the balcony, your face is flushed a deep shade of pink. Sam sits on one of the lawn chairs, head back, basking in the sun as he smokes a cigarette. His eyes are closed, his face relaxed. In this moment, he looks more like an Adonis than the gangsta you know. You watch him silently from the door for a few breathless seconds, watching him take a strong puff of his cigarette, the veins in his arms becoming more pronounced as he moves. His lips open softly and the smoke escapes with a small exhale, rising in whispering waves until it disappears into the air. Releasing a sigh of breath, your eyes crinkle when his own unravel, growing more hazy when he notices your flushed cheeks. 

You move forward and climb onto his lap, his hand grabbing your legs and pulling them over his thighs. He takes the coffee from you then using his other hand, cups your chin between his forefingers. His cigarette sits between his other fingers, the smoke slowly drifting up between your faces but you don’t mind. The smell of tobacco burning has become therapeutic to you, the smell a link to the home you’ve made with Sam. He places a chaste kiss against your lips in thanks, sighing in pleasure. Your hand reaches up, cupping his cheek where you can feel his unshaven stubble. It’s rough, but you love the texture, running your hands slowly against the rough skin. 

Sam breaks the kiss and leans into your palm, lifting his hand from your face to take another inhale of nicotine . He moves his head to the side to release the smoke, leaving a kiss on your palm as he does. 

For the next few moments, you both just sit there, looking out onto the streets of Lost Heaven below. Up here, you feel like you’re in your own private bubble, away from all your problems, all the hate that breeds so well in this city. It’s just you and Sam, peacefully tucked away like two lovebirds. You lay against him, your head tucked underneath his neck. Everytime he takes a breath, inhaling the smoke of a cigarette, you feel his chest move against you, rocking you slightly. His hand always falls back onto your arm, softly stroking against your soft skin. You don’t speak, only bask in the comfortable silence between you. There’s nothing else to describe this but bliss. 

His hand slowly begins to travel down your arm slightly, rubbing against your most sensitive spots. You shift in his lap slightly, turning your head to place your lips against the pulse in his neck. It beats a steady staccato rhythm. You place a lasting kiss there, traveling up his neck with sweet butterfly touches from your lips. Sam groans slightly, slipping his hand down to your hip. 

“Open your legs for me doll.” You dutifully follow his orders, parting your thighs across his legs. His hand slowly travels between them, tracing your inner thighs before he reaches the top of your mound. He hasn’t even touched you yet, but you whine anyway, driving your hips up slightly towards his fingers. You feel his chuckle through his throat before you hear it. 

“Patience doll. I’m takin’ this slow.” His fingers dance tantalizingly just above the opening of your lips, slipping slightly against the wetness that’s already gathered there. 

“Sam… Please.” Your words are breathless, a whimper against his throat. He turns his head slightly, pressing his lips against your forehead. 

“Whadya want doll? Tell me. Use your words Y/N.”

You whine again, drawing out his name. “Sam. Touch me… Please.” He smiles against you, his other hand rising to the nape of your neck. He lifts your head up and claims your mouth with a deep kiss as his fingers slip between your folds, brushing against your clit. You cry out against his lips and his tongue slips in, tangling with your own. He brushes slow, delightfully hard swipes of his fingers against you, smirking against your lips when your hips rise again. Between kisses, he grates “You’re already so wet. Just for me.” 

You are already too dazed to reply. All you can do is sit there in his lap as he builds your pleasure with his fingers alone, wetting his fingers with your need on each lazy stroke. “Sam. Honey. God, don’t stop doing that.”

“You sure? Cos I could do this too.” Two fingers move down to your entrance, swirling there until he begins to sink them into your walls. You throw your head back, moaning, your hands flying down to rest over his. You push against them, gyrating against them. Sam lets out a breathless chuckle, but amidst the roughness of his voice, you can hear how strained it is- he’s just as excited as you are. As he thrusts shallowly in and out of your pussy, your hand moves down into his lap, grabbing his shaft through his pants. 

He curses, his hips bucking forward. His fingers plunge deeper inside you, hitting that sweet spot that makes you see stars. You moan loudly, and his hand holding your head quickly moves up, covering your mouth. You turn your head and take his fingers in your mouth, sucking on them as you move your hand harder against his cock. 

As his fingers rub against you deep, his calloused thumb moves to your clit, rubbing quick circles that bring your orgasm speeding to the surface. You can feel your heart pounding, your senses tingling. You're just opening your mouth ready to cry out around his fingers as you begin tipping over the edge, but suddenly both his hands are gone, leaving you empty and desperate. 

“No, no, no, Sam?! What are you doing?!” He doesn’t answer, just grabs your waist and pulls you so you're facing him. Your legs slip either side of his hips, putting you directly above his thick shaft. In an attempt to get some friction, you try to grind down on it but his grip on your hips is too tight, no doubt leaving bruises. You don’t mind them, in fact, you love it when he leaves them along your body. It gives you pleasure to no end seeing the aftermath of his yearning for you. 

You finally look up at him. Sam sits there, his eyes fully blown, a dark gray that stare at you with an intensity you can’t help but be sucked into. He breathes deep, sweat dripping down his neck. 

“Take me out doll.” You move quickly, nearly ripping the buttons off his pants in your haste. Once you’ve grasped his cock, you bring it out, stroking the head with your thumb. A small drop of precum oozes from the top and you helplessly catch it, bringing it to your lips to suck it off in your mouth. Sam clenches his teeth, uttering another curse. 

He leans forward, wrapping his arms around you to bring you directly above his hard shaft. He keeps you held just above it, but you can feel the heat from the head, drawing you in like a magnet. Sam’s hand grasps your nape again, tilting your head down to his. After a deep, chaste kiss, he orders, his voice wrecked “Ride me Y/N. Slow. I want you to feel every inch.” 

You gasp in shock, but your body is already moving, the head of his cock slipping against your lips. Your hand flies down and positions it at your entrance, then you start sinking down. Sam groans, long and deep, clutching at your waist. You try to go faster, but he quickly slaps your ass. 

“Slow doll.”

“But-”

“No buts! Slow. Or you don’t get to cum.” Your orgasm is still there, bubbling beneath your surface. You want it. Desperately. Sinking slower, you shake in Sam’s hands as you feel every vein, every deep crease of his hard cock as it sinks into you. When he finally bottoms out, you sink into his chest, your mouths moulding together. He pulls you impossibly closer, his hands moving down to your ass like hot brands. Slowly, as you breathe against each other, he guides you up, driving your pussy up his shaft until he lets go, letting gravity sink you back down again. He lets out a guttural groan into your mouth as you moan, your hands clutching onto him for dear life. 

As you start bouncing on him, with deep slow strokes, he moves from your lips, placing heated kisses down your neck, across your chest towards the tops of your breasts. You can already feel his breath against your nipples, hardening them even more against the silk of your gown. Sam pulls it down just enough to reveal your breasts, his lips moving to take a nipple into his mouth as his hand grabs the other, pinching it between his fingers. Between his ministrations on your breasts and the feel of his cock sliding against your walls, you're helpless to do nothing else but sit there, taking the pleasure. 

You fling your head back when he thrusts up as you sink down, the friction against your sweet spot so delicious you swear you can see stars in your eyes. You can feel the sun burning against your eyelids, hear the birds flying above over the cars below, but your attention is on Sam alone. The whole town could be watching you right now, but up here, in your little cocoon, all you can feel is the overwhelming pleasure and nothing is going to interrupt it. 

“Y/N, doll, shit. You’re squeezin’ me so tight,” he groans against your breasts as you cry out, thrusting up harder against your pussy, “You’re gonna make me come.”

“Please… Sam, I’m so close, please!” Your voice is nothing more than a whine now. 

He sinks lower on the chair so he's laying down, throwing you forward slightly. As he really begins to thrust into you now, bouncing you, his lips move back up to your own, your teeth clinking together before you kiss. You’re barely moving anymore, all you can do is take his pounding cock between your thighs. Below you, Sam is practically growling into your mouth, his hands against your skin keeping your pressed against him tightly. You're both sweating profusely, the heat of the sun blanketing your bodies, but you don’t care. You’re both too far gone into ecstasy. 

Your fingers slip on his damp skin, so you grasp his hair, tugging on it. Sam groans in response, breaking the kiss to throw back his head. You collapse into his neck, clutching onto him as you take his relentless pounding. He turns his head, placing a sweet kiss against your sweaty temple, a small piece of comfort in your frantic love making. It brings you back to the brink of orgasm again, feeling your love for this man overwhelm your heart. 

“Sam! You need to cover my mouth, I’m gonna come!” His hand pulls your head back above him, keeping your eyes focused on his. 

“If I’m making you cum. I want you to do it saying my name.” You groan in response, trying to look away from his piercing gaze to throw back your head but he keeps you held strong. It’s deeply intimate looking into his eyes as you near your peak, your nerves alighting like wildfire. As you tip over the edge into pure ecstasy, you hear him grate “Be a good girl and cum for me.”

“Sam! Ah god!” you scream his name, throwing your head back to the sky. As you shake with your orgasm, squeezing around Sam’s cock, you barely register Sam's frantic thrusts. You hear him let out a brutal shout beneath you as he comes inside you, shaking against your body.

You collapse against him like a cat in the sun, snuggling into his chest when he wraps his arms around you. Against your head, you can feel his pounding heartbeat, gently swaying with his rising chest. His hand moves up to your head, pushing back some hair behind your ear. When you curl into his hand, he lets out a breathless laugh and strokes against the side of your face. You look up at him to see him smiling with his eyes closed, utterly relaxed and content. You crawl up slightly, so your head is level with his and tuck yourself into his side. 

He reaches up and pulls a blanket hanging over the top of the lounger over the both of you, shielding your bodies from the sun. Once you're comfortable, he kisses you on your forehead then another longer sweeter kiss on your mouth. When he breaks away, you smile at each other like you’ve just completed a heist. Sam lies back with a content sigh, lighting another cigarette. You snuggle into his side, tracing the scars on his chest. When you get to what’s left of the bullet wound, you stroke it gently while whispering “I’m never gonna stop loving you. Worrying about you”

He turns towards you, his chin on your head“ I know doll.” He sighs, stroking the skin of your hips slowly. "I wish you didn't have to worry. I've seen many men die, forced to leave behind their families. It scares the fuck outta me that one day that might happen to you. It's wearing me out Y/N."

You look at him to see a world of pain on his face. There's a battle in his eyes, one you may never fully be able to comprehend. You reach for his hand after he stubs the cigarette, bringing his fingers to your lips. Between each kiss, you whisper " Let's leave this place then. With Tommy and Paulie too. You know they want outta this life too. We… We could finally start our own family." 

He looks down at you with so much love in his eyes, you feel your heart miss a beat. "Let's do it then doll. Once this war is over. We're leaving."

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Thanks for reading minxies💕

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[f1sh13r]

short smut fic - sam trapani x reader

(sam u fucking traitor… i still love him tho 😔💔)

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“Mmn- stop teasin’ me.” You stutter out in ecstasy.

 “Ah-! Sam.. S-slow down!”

The sight of you, sitting on his lap, legs pushed apart and head hung back, crumbling as his fingers fucked you, Sam couldn’t help at all but to soak up every moan and twitch, watching your legs close when he successfully hits your sweet spot. 

Every attempt to (unsuccessfully) hold your moans back was an absolute drug to him.

 You were a mess because of him. 

You and he both failed to comprehend it. Sam was a calm individual who tended to maintain control. This was different. This was absolute desperation. 

He was chasing your orgasm, almost craving how dirty he felt. 

He halted for a split second, leaving you craving. You groan in frustration as you make clumsy attempts to regain the euphoria by thrusting your hips, leaving Sam with no choice except to pull back his fingers.

He chuckles, “Look at how wet you are, Y/N, don’t tell me you don’t feel any shame in this.” While part of you is humiliated at the fact you’re doing such obscene acts, you’re too fucked out of your mind to care.

 “N- haah… please.” Is all you could get out.

“Hm? I can’t hear you, darling. Speak louder for me.”

“Please Sam. I need you so bad.” The words are all you could speak out, but it seemed to be all Sam needed to hear. As he placed his fingers back into your wet folds, excruciatingly slow. 

As you whimper and whine against him, focused on his fingers, you almost didn’t hear the words that were so important to you.

“Only you make me this way.”

[paulie-lombardos-boy-toy]

“Are you stuffy? You sound stuffy” with Paulie/Sam (preferrable Paulie asking the question to Sam) 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Babsb. Stubborn!Sam for the win

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“Are you stuffy? You sound stuffy.” Paulie remarked as Sam sneezed into another tissue and groaned. “No shit Paulie. Goddamn my head hurts…” he grumbled, wrinkling his nose when he saw his boyfriend holding out a spoon. “I. Am NOT. Taking that.” Sam growled as Paulie cracked a grin. “But it’ll make you feel better.” he cackled as Sam kept his lips pressed together and shook his head.

Paulie let out a hum and laid a small kiss on Sam’s cheek before moving to his neck, the taller man squirming lightly. “Take your medicine Sammy, and I’ll give you a nice treat.” he crooned as Sam reluctantly opened his mouth to swallow the medicine, face scrunching up at the bitter taste. “Blech. I hope you’re happy.” Sam grumped before he felt something hard and salty in his mouth and his eyes droop as he starts to suck and move his head, the salty pre easily overriding the bitter medicine.

“Good boy Sam. Such a good boy.” Paulie praised and sped up his hips as Sam gagged underneath him. Sam gave himself a few more strokes before he came with a loud moan and felt hot liquid hit the back of his throat as Paulie climaxed in his mouth. Sam pulls away and licks his lower lip and bites it, Paulie leaning down to kiss him softly and strokes his hair.

“Doc said your fever should be gone by tomorrow and I bet you’re tired.” he crooned as Sam let out a nod and quickly fell asleep, Paulie scooting closer to Sam and following soon after.

[naomana]

"bed. now" with Paulie and Sam 😳

Full prompt list here

"bed. now" Paulie/Sammy

I really love this one ♥

He never saw Paulie so happy and alive. He saw him having fun before, laughing and joking with everybody around but this.. this was different. He felt like something struck him right in the heart, the way he stood there with big smile on his lips was just.. stunning. Sam was stunned by the sight.

Tommy and Sarah just got married and the whole family decided to celebrate it at their place. Sam was, as always, at the back. Holding his liquor under control, watching everybody else having fun. He already congratulated the happy couple and decided to give them some peace, since everybody would want to spent minute or so with them, chatting and having fun.

That's when he saw Paulie, wearing one of his best suits, not the shabby ones Sam didn't really like. No, the man made sure to look the best way possible and with that big, genuine, smile on his lips, he looked absolutely beautiful.

Sam looked down when he noticed his eyes looking his way and sure enough, moment later Paulie and his bright energy was right in front of him.

"Sammy! Why are you at the back? Everybody is having such a good time. Come on, I think Tommy wasn't teased enough by you." Paulie tried to grab him and Sammy took step back, making him pause and his smile disappeared. Oh no! He didn't mean to upset him.

"I already teased him 10 minutes ago. He looked helpless so I left him alone. Besides, isn't it Sarah's job now?"

Please smile again. That genuine happy smile that suit you so well. Not the horrible bittersweet pretended smile.

"Ahhh, giving the doves some privacy hm?" Paulie nudged him and laughed again, making Sammy smile into his drink.

"Oh Sammy! There's something wrong with your face! Is it..you're smiling?" Paulie teased him and Sammy dropped his shoulders, letting out genuine laugh.

"You are such a dick Paulie. I can smile too, but it's difficult because I'm.."

"You're surrounded by idiots. I know. And considering you are mostly surrounded by me and Tommy, I take it personally and fuck you." Paulie shook his head, his laugh slowly disappearing. He put his hand in his pocket and looked Tommy's way.

Sam was watching him. He kept glancing Tommy's way whenever he wasn't there. Then he looked at Tommy and.. he was muttering something Paulie's way.

Hold on. Sam blinked couple of times and looked at Paulie when he turned back to him, did he and Tommy..?

"So.. uhh.. you're having fun?" He asked and Sam finished his drink, thinking whenever he should get another one or not. Was he supposed to say something?

"Hm-m." He hummed as a yes and watched Paulie turning around again, looking for Tommy.

"Why do you keep looking around?" Sam snapped with the question, was he seriously having an affair with, now married, man?

"It's just.. nothin' it's nothin'." His serious tone was gone, replaced by pretended laugh. He couldn't find Tommy and panicked.

"Looking for Tommy?" Sam asked, glaring at him and Paulie panicked even more.

"Hey you two's. Having fun?" Tommy appeared out of nowhere and patted both his pals on shoulders. Paulie sighed out, visibly relieved which irritated Sam even more.

"The fuck is going on? Why do you two keep staring at each other?" Sam was still holding his empty glass, partly crossing his arms on his chest and Paulie looked like he just got lost in the middle of supermarket and his mother was nowhere to be found.

"Good question. Why don't you and Paulie go someplace quieter and talk? I gotta return back to my lovely wife." Tommy patted Paulie's back and disappeared, leaving him there cussing him out.

"Come on." Sam muttered and walked to the back of the bar, walking upstairs to one of the rooms he occasionally sleeps in when he has to stay in longer. Paulie was following him, his beautiful smile long gone and as soon as the door closed behind him, he looked down. Sam had no idea what to think.

"Are you two screwing?" He asked him bluntly, making Paulie look at him with shocked face.

"What? What gave you that idea?"

"First you're so happy when you're around him, then you keep staring his way and mumble something to each other" Sam was staring at him and Paulie slowly dropped his stiff shoulders, hiding his face in his hands. He had to laugh.

"The fuck Paulie?"

"N-no. 'm sorry 'm sorry. Sammy." He moved his hands, looking at him with that beautiful smile again.

"Tommy was just trying to encouraged me to.. because I.. Because I like you. There, I said it! And catching you having fun and smiling made me really happy and I wanted to tell you. But I lost all my confidence and Tommy tried to help."

".."

Sam was staring at him. Was he just confessed by one of his closest friends? Wait a minute.

"Wait. You mean.. the reason why you were so happy back then was because.."

"Of you? Yeah."

The room went quiet and they were both just staring at each other. Paulie thought he screwed up, Sammy will kick him out any minute and surely he'll stop talking to him because he found him utterly disgusting.

Instead, Sam was struck with that thing again, his heart was beating so damn fast and loud.. surely Paulie heard it.

"I can leave if you want me to." Paulie said quietly, putting his hand on the doorhandle and Sam grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"Are you dumb? You're just gonna babble you like me and run?"

"I though you were..angry."

"You really are dumb. Didn't I say a minute ago that I was watching you the whole time?" Sam asked him, slowly letting go of his wrist and Paulie looked into his beautiful blue eyes.

"Really?"

Sam sighed and had to laugh. Well they were both idiots for sure. Paulie laughed as well, seeing him not angry or upset made him feel better.

"Soo.. you like me too?" He asked just to make sure and Sam grabbed him by his fancy suit and pulled him for a kiss.

"Bed. Now."

Paulie didn't have to be told twice. He plopped his back on the bed that smelled just like Sammy and pulled him on top, robbing another kiss from his lips. Sam was undressing him quickly, eager to get into his pants as soon as possible. They didn't have a lot of time, sooner or later somebody will look for them and notice they were both gone.

"Sammy." Paulie moaned into his lips when his pants were pulled down to his ankles, his shorts following them shortly after.

"Oh god." He gasped for air and Sam silenced him with his hand as he swallowed his cock, making it nice and wet so he could sit on it in a minute.

"Sammy. I can't..I'm so close. You are so tight." Paulie threw his head back, squeezing his hips that were moving in ruthless rythm, trying to squeeze every last drop out of him. Sam was very close himself, panting as he moved his hips even faster.

Paulie looked at him, his hair all messed up and falling into his face, cheeks red from the heat they both felt, and little droplets of sweat finding it's way down his temple. Beautiful, he was beautiful. Paulie was feeling completely lovestruck, having no idea that was exactly how Sam felt when he saw him having so much fun that evening.

[lustheavens]

They find their s/o naked in bed - Main 3 headcanon

Warnings: Semi-Smut.

A/N: Hello lovelies! I just finished this headcanon request with the main 3. I decided to make them a little bit story based, like a very small fic because I felt like it would fit in well. I hope you like it!

Angelo

Tommy would walk into your shared bedroom and find you sound asleep on his side of the bed, completely naked. The sight would take him a bit by surprise and before he've even processed it he can feel his manhood pressing against the fabric of his pants. He'd let out a hopeless groan, frustrated about his body reacting without his permission.

His groan would wake you up and you'd smile at the sight of him. He wouldn't be able to help but bite his lip at the sight of your beautiful body in full display so he'd walk over to you and place a kiss on your forehead, trying really hard not to just throw himself over you.

He'd get himself completely undressed before joining you under the blankets, making sure to cover you with the blanket as well. His arm would instantly sneak around your waist before pulling you in close to him. You'd feel his manhood pressing against you but when you ask him about it he'd hush you with a finger pressed against his lips, an embarrassed smile hiding in the corners of his mouth.

You wouldn't be able to keep yourself from teasing him a bit by wrapping one leg over his lower abdomen so that your crotch is pressing against his. He'd tell you to stop unless you want him to act on his arousal and flip you over right there and then. Your decision to defy his words ends up with him rolling on top of you, trapping you between the mattress and his body. He would then make sure to remind you who you belong to.

Lombardo

You would have just finished cooking some breakfast while being completely naked and with only an apron covering the front of your body. You’d then sit down on your bed to wait for Paulie to finish his shower. The second he’d step into the bedroom his eyes would widen and a huge grin would spread across his lips at the sight of you.

His excitement over seeing almost every part of your body makes his eyes spark with total excitement. He’d drop the towel which is hanging low around his torso, instantly revealing just how excited seeing you so revealed got him. His grin would only widen, not a single bit of shame within him.

Paulie would run across the room towards you and throw himself over you, tackling you down onto the bed. All of your giggling and squirming would only motivate him to straddle you and pin you down onto the mattress. He’d bring his knee in between your thighs to keep them spread apart as he slowly starts lifting up your apron, his eyes glimmering with happiness.

When you’d playfully slap his hand away from removing your apron he would look at you like a disappointed puppy. As you’d go to wrap your arms around his neck to make him stop pouting he’d reach behind your back and untie the knot and rip the apron off of you before going down on you. Paulie would simply devour you and help the both of you to an orgasm.

Trapani:

Sam would get very flustered seeing you naked on the bed. Usually it’s very difficult to make him express anything else other than complacency, but the things he doesn’t express tend to take him aback. You waiting for him to get home in the nude is one of those moments where Sam doesn’t know what to do.

He’d smile suspiciously when you grab his hand and pull him over to the bed trying to figure out what’s going on. When you’d tell him that you missed him while he was at work and wanted to surprise him his expression would turn into a smirk instead. He would take his coat and shoes off before pulling you down on the bed.

He’d let you undress him  while he’d be reaching down to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Sam would absolutely love this whole new coming home to you to waiting for him naked thing, ready to be taken hard by him.

That being said he wouldn’t waste a single second pouncing on you. The sight of your body and the feeling of your skin pressing against his drives him crazy. He wouldn’t let you get out of bed before you’ve let him have you right there and then. You’d know about this and would tease him by trying to get up but each time he just grabs you and throws you back onto the bed. Once he’s got you pinned down there’s no way you’ll get up and after you’ve had some fun there will be no point in getting up cause you’ll probably have a bit of trouble walking.

[callmemythicalminx]

Guys

My friend is designing me a Sam Trapani body pillow for Christmas 👁️👄👁️

Y'ALL DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND HOW EXCITED I AM RIGHT NOW, HOLY SHIT.

[callmemythicalminx]

Mafia Fics Update #5

I've got two surprises for you guys tomorrow, so keep an ear out 👀👀👀

That is all I'm revealing for now *evil laugh*

[callmemythicalminx]

CallMeMythicalMinx's Advent Calendar Will Return!

SUPRISE!!!

It it with great pleasure and excitement that I announce the return of the CallMeMythicalMinx Advent Calendar! The holidays this year are no doubt going to be tough and very different for many, including myself. I want to spread some happiness and positivity in days that may be dark. So I will be creating a range of content for you all this year, of course including one shots and headcannons as well as some other surprises too.

As you can see from my amazing banner (wink wink) the calendar will revolve around Sam Trapani, Paulie Lombardo and Tommy Angelo. Because December is less than a month away, I'm most likely going to post only once a week for the rest of November. I hope you all are okie with this, as I want to fully prepare great content for you minxies, while still giving you detailed fics until then.

I can't wait to share Christmas with you all again, including new readers and old. I appreciate each and everyone of you and all the support you give, so I want to give something back, especially after so much hardship this year 💕 If anyone who isn't already tagged would like to be included, please lemme know in the comments!

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Thank you all minxies 🥰 I hope you're all as excited for this as I am.

(Credit for the images used in the baubles- @mr.angeloshit here on Tumblr and @mafia_lady666 on Instagram)

[paulie-lombardos-boy-toy]

continuing what i said with the last ask, Yandere!Paulie being so drunk in his obsession with Sam it starts to physically show. extremely flushed face, blown pupils, Paulie literally swaying on his feet seeing Sam, thin sheet of sweat covering his face/neck/chest and Sam SWEARS Paulie is actually drunk but… theres no liquor on his breath and his words arent exactly slurred but… Sam still knows something is wrong.

Sam walking up to Paulie and noticing how laboured his breathing becomes and Sam steps back, thinking he’s intimidating Paulie when in reality Paulie catching a whiff of Sam’s cologne is making this “drunk” episode of his worse. Paulie finds comfort in Sam’s scent but it doesnt mean it doesnt make him completely fucking feral.

Even in meetings with Salieri, Paulie is looking at Sam with pure “love” and Sam, every once in a while, will throw Paulie a VERY worried look and everytime Sam meets his eyes Paulie swears hes gonna cum in his pants. Hes not paying attention to shit Salieri is saying but hes damn sure thinking about how great it would be to torture someone who dare to get between him and Sam and having Sam watch to show him JUST how much Paulie loves him

Yo. I am legit stunned speechless holy fuck anon…. Just…yes. All of it. The laboured breathing, the drunk episodes. It’s just like in Yandere Simulator where Ayano gets all giggly around her senpai

[paulie-lombardos-boy-toy]

I WANT THE MF K

Kukuku

10: Neck Kiss

Ship: Tommy/Sam/Paulie

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Sam had a sensitive neck and he hated it because his two boyfriends would use every opportunity to make him a whimpering mess. Right now he was sandwiched between the two with flushed cheeks and tented suit pants, needy moans leaving his plush lips. Tommy kissed and bit on one side while Paulie attacked the other, occasionally pulling away to press their own lips together.

“You make such pretty noises, baby girl. Be good for us and make some more.” Paulie taunted as Sam obliged, breathing getting heavier as the wet spot in his pants grew and two different hands started to massage and grope his clothed erection. Right on the verge, Tommy and Paulie press down one more time and bite harshly onto either side of Sam’s neck as he came so hard, he was barely coherent when the stream died down.

His partners finally pulled away and smirked at the two large hickies on either side of his neck and bring him into a chaste kiss as they continue to massage his spent member, Sam letting out moans again.

[paulie-lombardos-boy-toy]

“breathe for me. thats it. all the way in, there you go. now out, good. now again, nice and slow. you’re doing so well.” with Paulie and Sam. ofc with Paulie saying it to Sam bc though this isnt a smut prompt Sam would very much enjoy it, being the praisewhore he is 👀

Since these are the same prompts, I’m just combining both asks into one.

@fruity-salie

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Sam gritted his teeth as he felt soft kisses pressed to his cheeks. “Breath for me Sam, that’s it. All the way in, there you go-you’re amazing baby girl. Now out. Good, very good Sammy. Now again… nice and slow. Perfect, my angel. You’re doing so well.” Paulie crooned as he slid in a bit more and stopped when Sam clenched down.

“Relax baby. We’re almost there. Perfect. You took me so well Sammy. I’m proud of you.” Sam glanced up at his lover with tears in his eyes as he slowly adjusted to being filled. “I-You’re so deep…” he murmured, slightly awed as Paulie slowly moved his hips and Sam urged Paulie to go faster, high pitched moans dscaping his lips. “P-Paulie! O-oh fuck…”

The other man bit down on Sam’s neck as he sped up his thrusts, panting heavily down Sam’s neck. Sam’s eyes shot open and arched his back as he came harder than he’s ever came before, spots dancing in his vision. Paulie slammed in one last time before filling Sam with his cum, sucking on his ear.

Both men lazily kissed until Sam left to get a rag and after they were both clean, they snuggled together and fell into a restful sleep, foreheads touching and pinkies linked.

[paulie-lombardos-boy-toy]

Pairing: Sam/Tommy

Rating: Explicit

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Sammy ran a hand down Tommy’s bare ass and admired how his tanned skin looked on the deep blue of his bed. Tommy was biting the pillow and moaning as Sam fingered his ass and slipped in a fourth. “Shit Tom.. You’re so hungry for my cock, isn’t that right?” he teased and smacked his ass a few times before pulling his fingers out and slicking himself up.

Tommy whimpered and whined when the fingers were removed and keened loudly when he felt the blunt head of Sam’s cock enter him in one movement, a louder moan being yanked from his lips. “A-ahhh!!! Sam please… fuck me!!” Tommy begged and Sam complied, starting up a rough and fast pace. Soon the sounds of sex filled the room and both men were moaning loudly.

“Shit Tom.. You feel so good.” Sam grunted and leaned down to bite Tom’s neck as he came with a harsh grunt and Tommy soon followed behind, both men panting heavily. “I love you Sam/Tom.” they both say at once then share a soft laugh.

[paulie-lombardos-boy-toy]

Have a pt.2

Prompt: You look so pretty like this

Pairing: Salie

Warnings: humiliation, manipulation, induced crying, smut

Like yo. This got dark real quick like, I’m gonna put a read more on this one because there is soooo much that’s not okay in this part but…*gestures at plot bunnies playing in the field*

Source: https://killerdabi.tumblr.com/post/667749217600765952/sexcsuggestive-dialogue-prompt-list

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Sam made sure to keep his head down as he gripped the bag with his new outfit close to his body as Paulie had ahold of his pinky. “As soon as you get inside, I want you to change. Any funny business and you’ll lose your sight and a hot meal tonight, understand?” Paulie snapped, which jolted Sam out of his stupor and nodded. “Yeah. I understand Paulie.”

As Paulie was locking the door, Sam hurried to the boarded up guest room and quickly got dressed, nose wrinkling as he tied the apron and with a deep grunt of annoyance, places the bunny eared headdress on and gazes despondently in the tiny mirror. He looked like a clown but he knew that saying that to Paulie was basically signing his own death warrant.

After one more look, Sam left the room and made his way back towards the main living area, head down and hands fidgeting the hem of his apron. There was a clattering sound and Paulie ignored the metal bowl that fell out of his hand as he stared at Sam with his mouth slightly open and all of a sudden, his eyes took on a dangerous and possessive glint and he strode over to the other man and pulls him closer, hands settling on his hips.

“You… you look so pretty like this Sammy. So soft. Radiant even. Absolutely perfect.” he crooned and left a few nibbling kisses on Sam’s neck as his hands slipped under the dress and petticoat and stroked his thighs gently, the motion making Sam’s legs tremble and soft sounds leave his mouth. Paulie let out a groan and walked backwards until he was sitting on the couch and Sam stumbled in his heels and found himself toppled in Paulie’s lap.

A few bits of re-arranging and Sam was properly straddling Paulie’s lap, the petticoat causing the dress to poof out and the blush to only deepen. “Look at you, moanin’ and whimperin’ like a whore.” he sneered and continued his attack on Sam’s neck, leaving large hickies behind as Sam panted and moaned while rocking his hips.

“Say it.” At the demand, Sam’s eyes snapped open and he gazed at Paulie with feverish eyes. “S-say…? O-oh. I belong t-to.. Paulie. H-he has my best interest at heart and I am greatful t-to have him in my life.” he said as he couldn’t hold back the tears and openly sobbed as Paulie stroked his back.

“That’s right Sammy. I will always have your best interests at heart because I love you and want the best for you, surely you understand that right?” he crooned in Sam’s ear and made him rock faster in his lap until Sam came with a grunt and Paulie finished in his slacks soon after. “I’ll let you catch your breath but don’t go anywhere~. Dinner’s almost ready.” Paulie grinned and shoved Sam off his lap as he stood up and stretched before heading to the kitchen.

Sam looked up from the floor where he landed and started to cry again, only this time, it was silent.

Hey ^_^. Could you write " That's right, let everyone know just how good I make you feel. " with salie? 🖤

Jcbfis YA n d e r e time

Credit: https://novasdarling.tumblr.com/post/666856653918978048/prompt-list

Warnings: semi public humiliation, mind games, Stockholm Syndrome(beginning stages)

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“You look so cute like that Sammy~.” Paulie let out a lecherous grin as he entered the fitting room and gazed at Sam wearing a full maid’s outfit plus the chunky heels and stockings. Sam flushed and attempted to pull the petticoat and dress down from where it was riding up his ass, prompting Paulie to cluck disapprovingly and gently takes Sam’s hands away. “None of that. Now spin for me.”

Sam’s blush only darkened as he reluctantly spun and had bit bite back a whimper with each dirty compliment Paulie uttered and felt his hands being enveloped in warmth, gazing up at Paulie who had a lovestruck, delusional smile on his face. “My perfect maid. My perfect…Sammy.” Sam let out soft whines as Paulie’s hands traced down his front and rested on his hips to pull their lower bodies together.

“That’s right, let everyone know how good I make your feel Sammy~. No one can love you like I do. No one cares like I do. You don’t need anybody else when you have Paulie, right?” Sam bit his lip and nodded, eyes filled with unshed tears and a bit of fear. “I-I only need you Paulie. No one but you.” he agreed shakily as Paulie beamed and finally pulled him into a filthy, hot kiss

[lustheavens]

Say it again - Sam Trapani x reader

Summary: After being stood up by your friend you come across a man at the same bar you and your friend were supposed to meet up. You quickly catch an interest for him and the mood between the two of you quickly becomes flirty. When he offers to drive you to your destination you decide to take it into your own hands to maybe get to know him better. Little do you know though that your night will end up being one of the hottest nights of your life.

Warnings: Smut.

A/N: Lovelies, hello! Okay so let me explain myself here, okay? This is a looong one and it’s filled with smut and sexy depictions of Mr. Trapani. I myself couldn’t help blushing at some parts so I’m hoping that I will manage to make at least one of you blush as well. That’s all I had to say. I hope you enjoy!

“Miss?” Being completely unaware that the bartender is talking to you, you just keep staring out the windows watching the pedestrians and cars come and go. You’re sitting by the bar with your back hunched forward and one of your elbows resting against the bar desk. Your friend was supposed to meet you here after work but she hasn’t showed up. You glance over at the clock on the wall and realize you’ve been sitting there for at least 45 minutes without seeing the slightest glimpse of her. The bartender clears his throat before appearing in front of you with a glass in one hand and a towel in the other, polishing it. “Excuse me miss, are you waiting for someone?” You look up at him with slight boredom in your eyes. You remove your arm and straighten out your back before letting out a quiet sigh. “My friend. She’s always late.” You say, giving him a slight smile. He nods awkwardly before leaving you alone. Great, she’ve stood you up. You decide to give her another 15 minutes to show up before heading home. As you slowly sink back into your thoughts you mindlessly let your gaze wander across the room. That’s when you spot a man in the very corner of the room who catches your attention. He’s leaned back in his chair with a whiskey glass in one hand and the other one resting inside the pocket of his long, dark coat.

Black and slightly wavy hair, hooded eyes, the very typical masculine frame...he’s very handsome and somewhat mysterious. He’s staring intensely into his glass, moving it in slight circles so that the liquid inside moves along with the movements. You simply can’t help yourself glancing over at him every now and then. There is something very enticing about him. Without looking away you feel yourself starting to blush at your own thoughts. In that very moment you notice that he is looking right back at you with his deep grey eyes. You instantly look away, awkwardly moving your gaze to your hands before switching to the windows again. You curse yourself for staring at him like that and embarrassing yourself. After a while you find yourself glancing over at him again but the chair he was sitting on is now empty. You discreetly start looking around the bar to see where he went but you don’t see him anywhere. The bartender walks up to you once again and lets out a sigh. “Miss, if you’re not going to order anything I will have to ask you to leave.” You quickly glance over at the clock. 15 minutes have passed and your friend is still nowhere to be seen. You sigh deeply before putting your coat back on and grabbing your bag. Before you can take your leave, however, someone suddenly speaks up. “She’s with me.” You look over to see the handsome man making his way over to you. The bartender says nothing and just nods his head before walking off like he’s afraid of starting any trouble with him. By now he’s standing behind you and you feel his hand brushing against your lower back as he leans down to mumble into your ear. “Join me at my table?” His tone of voice is immensely suggestive. He starts walking towards his table probably expecting you to follow but when he notices your contemplating expression while biting down on your lip he smiles smugly and nods towards his table behind him.

Your curiosity eventually gets the better of you and you decide to join him at his table. He holds a chair out for you like a true gentleman would. You give him a smile and sit down before he walks around the table and sits down across from you. He lights up a cigarette and takes a long puff before blowing the air out. “So,” he begins as he taps the cigarette lightly over the ashtray on the table. “Are they coming?” You look at him with one eyebrow slightly raised. How did he know you’ve been stood up by your friend? Sure, you’ve been waiting by the bar alone for a while but what if you weren’t waiting for someone and just wanted to enjoy a drink on your own? “Bold of you to assume I’m not here for my own enjoyment.” You say. He looks at you with a slight grin, knowing very well that you’re just a bit embarrassed about being here alone when in fact you weren’t supposed to. He shrugs his shoulders slightly before taking another puff of his cigarette. “If that’s the case you wouldn’t mind me buying you a drink?” His eyes are so enticing. His deep grey stare just sucks you into a completely unknown sphere and you don’t mind it. At all. He lets out a chuckle when he realizes you’re too deep into your own thoughts to answer him. He clears his throat which brings your attention back to reality. “You know, I’m pretty sure it’s an unwritten crime to go to a bar without at least having one drink.” You look at him with a soft smirk before leaning your arms over the edge of the table, not breaking the eye contact even once. “I guess I’m a criminal then.” He breathes out through his nose in a hefty manner before leaning back in his chair, once again taking a puff of his cigarette before blowing out the smoke through the corner of his mouth. “Is that so?” He then leans in over the table the same way you do, reaching his hand over to the ashtray as he puts out the cigarette, still not breaking the eye contact. “Then at least let me drive you to your next destination, wherever that may be.” You lean your head to the side, the smile on your lips very prominent as you feel your cheeks redden a bit. “I don’t mind walking.” You say which causes him to squint his eyes at you. By now he’s well aware that you’re just teasing him. He pushes his chair back and stands up holding up his car keys. “I’m not risking a beautiful lady like you walking through these streets alone at night.” He says. In that moment you hear a group of men just outside the windows, obviously drunk, pacing back and forth. You look back over at him. “I insist.” This time you’re quick to agree so you follow him out to his car.

Once on the road you are listening to the radio on a low volume while talking surprisingly much. Nothing too personal however because he doesn’t seem to be too open talking about himself in too deep of a manner.You learn his name and he learns yours as well as what his favorite drink and that he’s working within the “business” area. During the whole car ride there is a flirtatious atmosphere circulating between the two of you. “So (Y/N), where exactly am I taking you?” He asks, raising his eyebrow slightly as he glances over at you. You grin softly as you point for him to pull up to the side and park his car there. Once the car has come to a stop you open the door and step out of the car. You lean down to finally meet his gaze. “You live around here?” He asks and your grin widens a little bit as you nod before tilting your head to the side suggestively. “Would you like to join me?” He smirks at your question as if he wasn’t expecting it before he gets out of the car and walks with you up to your apartment.

Before you’ve even reached your door you can feel him staring holes into your neck from where he’s standing behind you. It instantly sends a fit of tingles down your spine and you instinctively press your legs together slightly. You unlock your door and step inside, Sam following close behind and shutting the door behind him. You put your keys down on the dresser in the hallway and take your coat off before turning to look at him. “Do you want something to drink?” He takes his coat off and hangs it on the hanger. “Water will do.” He says and you nods before pointing towards your living room. “Have a seat.” He grins before you disappear into the kitchen and you hear his footsteps moving from the hallway into the living room. As you poor him a glass of water you can’t help but start contemplating over whether or not you should try and seduce him. Clearly you are both in a flirty mood and there has certainly been some kind of sexual tension between you the entire time that you’ve kept each other company. Besides you’ve noticed the way he’s looking at you and he has done nothing to hide it or be discreet about it. You bite your lip while in deep thoughts before start making your way into the living room where Sam is waiting for you. He’s sitting in the corner of the sofa with one arm resting on the top backrest and his other arm resting on the armrest. He’s looking out the window so you can clearly see his handsome features in profile. The sight of him right there and then makes your knees weak. That’s when you make up your mind which leads you to bite down on your lip once again.

You make your way over to him and put the glass down on the coffee table in front of him. He looks up at you with that breathtaking grin on his lips. “I was wondering where you-” You cut him off mid-sentence by straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. You lean in and press your lips against his. He instantly responds by deepening the kiss as he moves his hands to grip onto your waist instead. The kiss is filled with so much lust from the both of you that it makes you dizzy. Suddenly he lifts you up and lays you down on the sofa before getting on top of you, never breaking your kiss in the process. “You’re reading my mind, doll face.” He mumbles into the kiss before sneaking his hand underneath your neck. You gasp loudly when you feel him gripping onto your hair tightly in his fist and yanking your head backwards, breaking the kiss. He leans in an presses feather light kisses around your neck and throat which makes your breathing slowly increase with each one. “I need you to be completely sure about this,” He begins as he lifts his head to look into your eyes. His eyes are so enchanting. His grip on your hair tightens a little bit causing you to let out short, quick breaths. “Because I won’t be gentle once you give me your permission to go on.” His expression turns more serious. It surprises you when you find yourself being more curious as to what he will do to you than anything else. “So, are you sure about this?” He asks and you instantly bite your lip. “What will you do to me?” Your words come out slightly croaked because of how far back he’s pulled your head. Your heart skips a beat when his knee moves up to separate your legs and press against your sensitive area. “I’ll show you what I’ll fucking do to you.” He mumbles through gritted teeth, his eyes turning darker by the second.

He unbuttons your blouse but doesn’t even bother to fully take it off of you. With his other hand he pulls down the cups of your bra to reveal your breasts and hardened nipples before continuing down your body. He loosens the pressure of his knee between your legs and instead lets his hand slip underneath your skirt, lightly brushing his fingers over your thighs. You let out a faint whimper at his touch before starting to shift around slightly in hopes to feel him touch your still clothed pussy. “What was that?” He asks, his voice deep. You bite down on your lip harder while trying to restrain yourself from showing too much excitement. Suddenly he slaps one of your thighs hard before gripping onto the spot that he slapped, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Use your words, doll.” You let out a soft moan as he loosens his grip on your thigh and starts brushing his fingers over it again. “Touch me there.” You plead to him. He slaps your other thigh this time but just as hard as before. Your body jerks when his hand comes in contact with your thigh and your breath gets stuck at the back of your throat. “Touch you where?” You feel your cheeks turning red by the thought of saying out loud where you want him to touch you. He delivers another slap on each one of your thighs and you cry out in a mixture of pain and utter excitement. “Please rub my pussy with your fingers!” You cry out and he groans under his breath at your words. “That’s more like it.” He growls before pushing your panties to the side and pressing his fingers against your sensitive clit, rubbing them from side to side in a steady pace. Your jaw drops at the sensation washing over your body and you let out a loud moan as you reach your own hand down and place it on top of his to add even more pressure. He let’s go of your hair and instead pushes your head forward with his hand as to make you watch him pleasure you. Your moans become more frequent when he increases the pace and you can tell that he himself really gets off to the sight of you enjoying what he’s doing to you.

You let out another loud whimper when he slaps your pussy before instantly going back to rubbing it, groaning deeply when doing so. You’re just about let him know that you’re close when he pulls his hand away and gets off the couch. He turns towards you as he undo his belt and proceeds to gather both of your wrists into one hand and tying his belt around it. He loops your tied hands over your legs so that they are wrapped around the back of your knees, pushing your legs back and leaving your pussy in full view. He then starts to undo his pants along with his boxers and you stare at his erection in awe. He reaches down to grab your jaw, turning your head fully sideways before lining the tip of his cock up in front of your lips. “I want you to use that pretty mouth of yours. Suck it.” He demands. You swirl your tongue around the tip before wrapping your lips around it, taking him into your mouth. He parts his lips as his breath starts picking up speed and you take that as an encouragement to start sucking it while bobbing your head up and down the best you can. As you give him a blowjob he starts unbuttoning his white dress shirt before yanking it across the room. “Faster.” He groans and you try to pick up the pace while taking more of him into your mouth but with your hands tied and wrapped around the back of your knees you struggle a bit. You let out a whimper and Sam’s breath becomes heavier. “I said faster.” He lifts one leg up and places it on the edge of the sofa for support as he starts thrusting his cock inside your mouth. He lets out a loud, throaty groan when he hits the back of your throat and you gag around him. His hand finds its way back down to your pussy and he rubs your clit sloppily before sliding two fingers inside you, pumping them at the same speed that he’s thrusting at. Your instant reaction is to squirm around at the sudden wave of pleasure. Your eyes starts wittering a bit as you moan into each gag caused by Sam thrusting into your mouth. “Fuck yes!” He groans through gritted teeth before letting his head fall back for a moment.

Right before he’s about to cum he pulls his cock out of your mouth and removes his fingers from inside your pussy. You try your best to catch your breath as he moves to position himself between your legs, placing your feet on his chest as he grabs onto your hips. “Spread the cheeks for me, doll.” He says a little bit softer than demanding. You stretch out your tied hands and spread your butt cheeks as much as you can but again you struggle a bit. “Did you not hear what I said? Spread. Them.” He says, this time more demanding and in between his words he slaps your ass, hard. By now you are so aroused that his slaps doesn’t even hurt anymore. Every slap he delivers spreads more excitement through your body. You really try your best to spread them apart as much as you can. “Like that?” You whimper out as you feel him pressing his tip against your opening. “Good girl.” He says before pushing his cock inside you and lets out a loud groan. Your head jolts backwards against the armrest of the sofa and you let out a long moan which changes pitch with every thrust that Sam gives. He makes sure to go all the way in every time until you can feel his balls touching your skin before he pulls out and pushes back in, harder.

“More.” You breathe out heavily. He grabs your legs and places them over one of his shoulders. “You sure you want more?” He asks with a dangerously tantalizing tone of voice. You start squirming around slightly again to show how badly you want him to fuck your harder. He smirks and watches you struggle for a moment before he leans over you and lifts your head up so that your forehead presses against his. He reaches down to untie your hands before grabbing your ankles and throwing them over his shoulders. He places both of his hands on either side of your head, looking straight into your eyes. “Say it again.” He whispers hoarsely. You buck your hips upwards to gain more friction of his length against your pussy. “More.” You say in a faint whimper. He groans under his breath before slamming his length inside of you. You arch your back violently but his grip on your head is steady enough for him to keep you in place. His skin slaps against yours roughly and it echoes loudly throughout the whole room. That’s when you feel Sam hitting your g-spot. Your whole body fills with a mixture of tingles and a strong sense of needing to cum right there and then. You grip onto his shoulders tightly, clawing your nails into his skin. “I-I need to-” You say in between heavy breaths but before you can finish your sentence he pulls out. “What’s that?” He mumbles as he starts rubbing his length up and down your slit. You bit your lip hard and look down to watch what he’s doing. He grips your jaw and lifts your head up to make you look at him again. “You’re forgetting to use your mouth again.” His slow strokes gives you a chance to catch your breath and this time you keep your eyes on him. “I need to cum.” You say. He looks into your eyes, completely focused on them before sliding inside of you and pulling out again. “Say it again.” He mumbles under his breath and as you do he dips his length inside of you once again before pulling out. He leans in closer to your ear, his breath warm against your skin. “Again.” You whimper in frustration at what he’s doing but at the same time you love it. “I need to cum!” You cry out, your arousal getting the better of you by now. “That’s it.” He groans before once again slamming his whole length inside of you and thrusting in a hard and rough pace.

It doesn’t take long until you feel that all too familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach which spreads down between your legs. He keeps thrusting, keeping your forehead pressed against his the whole time. Suddenly you feel your walls squeezing tight around him and he lets out a deep moan before increasing the pace even more. That’s when you can’t hold it back anymore no matter how hard you try and you let out a scream in pleasure as you cum, your walls contracting around him in a couple of pulsations. He pulls out abruptly and presses his hand against your sensitive area as you ride out your orgasm. Once you’ve calmed down he pulls away a bit so that your legs glide off of him. He stands up and starts getting dressed. You slowly manage to sit up on the sofa despite how much your legs are shaking. As much as you knew beforehand that this wouldn’t last you can’t help but feel a bit sad that you probably won’t see him again once he walks out your door. You get up and get dressed as well while deep in your own thoughts. Suddenly he stops you and he puts a finger underneath your chin, lifting your gaze to look at him. “Don’t look so sad, doll face.” He says, a soft grin plastered on his lips. “I have to go but before I do,” he begins before placing an almost promising kiss on your cheek. “Let me take you out for dinner somewhen.” He says and slips a piece of paper into your hand before walking towards the door. You watch as he takes his leave before opening the little note. A phone number is written on it with a little note at the bottom saying: “Call me when you have an answer to my proposition.”

You hear a car door opening outside of your window so you hurry over and see Sam getting ready to get in his car. You quickly open your window and poke your head out. Without having to call for him he sees you and stops himself from getting in just yet. “Yes, I’d love to go out for dinner with you.” You call out to him. He grins and nods slightly. “Call me later tonight and we’ll work out the details.” You nod as he gets in his car. You watch him drive off before closing your window and trying to comprehend everything that just happened.

You will definitely see Sam again, you’re sure of it.