#sammy smut
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Word Count: 1.9k+
Pairing: Female Reader x Sammy
Summary: Sensing you need some alone time after a rough day, Sammy draws you a bubble bath complete with candles and a much needed glass of wine. But there's a surprise waiting for you when you finish your glass, so bottoms up, babygirl.
Content Warnings: Rated 18+
A/N: I lost so much sleep for this, but I don't even care. I'm so fucked for work tomorrow, guys. Anyway, please enjoy.
BOTTOMS UP
You huffed as you struggled to put your key in to unlock the door. Here you were locked out of your apartment while your purse and the groceries you got after work slipped further down your arm. Before you could stop yourself, you angrily banged on the door. No response. You grit your teeth as you dropped everything in your hands and fumbled with the keys again. The door opened immediately, somehow making you angrier.
"Oh, you got it." Sam said, a foot from the door.
"Thanks for the help," you said, fully aware of the edge in your tone.
You began picking up all the bags you dropped, grumbling as you walked past Sam, who followed behind you after closing and relocking the door.
Wasting no time, you began putting away the groceries. Sam picked at the bags, pulling out some items and putting them away. And yet, as much as he tried to help, you just wanted to yell at him to get out of your way. Finally, the two of you settled on the same bag.
"The eggs are all smashed," he notes to no one in particular.
Your mind goes back to when you dropped the bags to unlock the door. You give a frustrated groan and snatch the carton out of his hands to throw them away. They land in the bottom of the trash can with a dull thud.
"Y/N," Sam calls after you, putting a hand on your shoulder.
You shake it off, but look back at him. "What?" You ask bitterly.
Sam drops his hand. "Why don't I run you a bath, baby," he says softly.
"I just want to get started on dinner," you say as you begin clearing the plastic bags from the counters and balling them up in your fist.
"I'll take care of dinner, you just take some time for yourself."
You looked at Sam, feeling your heart ache at the thought of getting off your feet and relaxing. You threw the bags into the trash can and turned back to Sam. You let your eyes fall, and Sam took that as his cue to whisk you away to the bedroom.
"Get into your robe, I'll get everything ready for you."
You do as instructed and quickly shed your work clothes, next your pinchy bra and panties. You thought about throwing the damn thing away, since it chaffed you all day, but stopped when you realized that if it was gone, you'd need to replace it. Instead you tossed it into the hamper along with your other clothes. Finally, you let your hair fall from the messy bun you'd had it in all day. You felt the ache of your scalp as your hair fell in clumps at your shoulders.
You looked at yourself in your full-length mirror. You took in the bags under your eyes, the state of your hair. The ever present hatred of your body reappeared making you latch onto every stray hair, mole and dark spot. You turned away from the mirror, eyes finding your robe on the door of your closet. You covered yourself quickly and began making your way to the bathroom.
Sam stepped out of the bedroom and ushered you inside after getting you to close your eyes.
The first thing you noticed was the delightful smell. Your eyes opened and fell on the candles that Sam had lit which enveloped the small room in a deep orange glow. You looked down at the bathwater, which was covered in a thick array of white bubbles. Steam rose from the pool, the humidity making you melt.
Sam didn't waste any time taking off your robe. His hands made quick work of the knot you'd tied at the front just a minute ago. He pulled off the soft cloth and placed it on a hook on the door.
You stepped one foot inside the tub, it's aching immediately subsiding. You did the same with your other one, and it was somehow better the second time. You lowered yourself into the tub, feeling some bubbles conform to you, and others pop at the intrusion. You felt your body sigh, or maybe it was just you releasing all the tension you'd been carrying.
"I'll be right back," he said and left for a moment.
When Sam returned, he was carrying a full glass of wine–from the color it was one of your favorites.
"Thank you," you said, feeling lighter already.
Sam watched as you took a sip and got down on his knees. "You take as long as you need, okay?" He took your phone out of his pocket. "Text me if you need anything."
"A refill?" You joked, feeling your sense of humor returning, but just barely.
He nodded with a sweet smile. And finally, Sam got up and left.
You enjoyed the silence, reveling in the glow of the candles. You rested your head against the wall of the tub and melted into the water. You really needed this.
You recalled the events of the day. Your spilled tea, the last second revisions you had to make for your boss, the obnoxiously long line at the grocery store, the keys, the eggs. And then your mind went to Sam and how poorly you treated him in your anger. You felt tears sting your eyes, so you closed them, hoping to dispel them before you started blubbering.
You dunked your head beneath the water instead and felt the same relaxing heat overcome you. Sitting back once more, you grabbed your wine glass and took another sip.
This was perfect.
One podcast and three glasses of wine later, you were delightfully tipsy and feeling so much better. Finishing up your washing routine, you took your exfoliating pad and scrubbed your body wash into a rich lather. After rinsing off all the soap, you texted Sam.
Come here.
You heard Sam pause in the kitchen. He was most likely already done with dinner and was simply waiting for you to get done. He walked up to the bathroom door and opened it slowly.
"Need another refill?"
"No, I wanted to say sorry. I was mean," you said.
Sam crouched down beside the tub and pulled you into a kiss. "You were stressed, I get it, baby."
"Thanks for this. I really needed it."
Sam smiled that toothy smile. "I'm glad you liked it."
You smiled as Sam picked up your wine glass. He took a small sip, leaving the last of the glass for you. "Bottoms up," he said playfully.
You did as you were told and drank the rest of the glass.
"What did you end up making?"
Sam grabbed the glass out of your hand. "Don't worry about that for now."
You watched as Sam dunked the wine glass below the surface, filling it with perfumed, slightly sudsy water. Then, he began pouring the water he collected over the exposed skin on your leg. You felt the water stream across your cold flesh, warming you once more. Then, he did the same thing once more, this time pouring the water onto your breasts. He filled the glass again, and began pouring it out slowly in a steady stream from your chest…to your belly button…and finally settling on your pussy.
You felt the soft pressure of the water on your clit and your first instinct was to squirm due to the tickling sensation.
"Lay still for me, baby," he said softly, applying another stream to your clit.
You stilled yourself, feeling another warm stream of water tickle your clit. It felt like the softest tongue was pressing against your pussy, teasing your folds gently. It reminded you of Sam's tongue and how he'd coaxed many an orgasm from you using the slightest touches. Sam let another steady stream fall onto you, and this time he made the water fall faster, causing some more pressure to be placed directly onto your clit.
You felt an immense amount of pleasure, and it made you hold onto the tub.
"Does it feel good, Y/N?"
You nodded quickly, shame and embarrassment the farthest things from your mind at present.
Sam filled the glass again and this time traced the folds of your pussy with the water instead, driving you crazy. You looked up at him, his hair falling in front of his face as he leaned over the side of the tub. His eyes flicked over to you.
"Did you want to ask me something, sweety?"
You pushed your hips upwards, the water sloshing slightly at your movement. When he didn't continue, you raised your legs and parted them as wide as the tub would allow, exposing your sex to him.
"Touch me," you said, your hands cupping your tits and giving them a quick massage.
Sam smiled to himself, choosing instead to fill the wine glass again and pour water once again over your swollen clit. Your breath hitched in your throat as the feeling grew more intense the longer he drew it out. Then, he put down the wine glass.
"Look at that beautiful pussy, Y/N," Sam said as he reached down and placed his hand over your folds.
You felt his rough fingertips trace your folds, reacquainting himself with all of your delicate places. You felt his long finger dip low, and a smile grew across his face.
"All this because of some water?" He said with a shit-eating grin.
He had no doubt discovered your wetness, which had been leaching out around your pussy since he began toying with you.
"Touch my clit, baby, I wanna come," you begged.
"You want me to touch you here, babygirl?" Sam cooed, touching your clit gently with his index and middle fingers.
You moaned at his touch, "Yes, right there," came your breathless reply.
Then as soon as he started, Sam pulled his hand away and began pouring water on your clit again. Surprisingly, the method at which he touched your clit again didn't matter–what was important was that you were being touched.
Sam raised the glass, pouring the water from up higher and creating a more jagged, incomplete stream. You felt the sharp drops on your clit, and gasped at each one. You looked down, seeing how the water collided with your pussy and pooled back into the water.
"Sam," you moaned.
"Are you getting close?" He whispered, clearly satisfied with the state you were in below him.
You nodded, which he rewarded by touching your clit with his free hand as he filled the glass again. Sam then began alternating between the water and his hand, not letting you get used to the sensations of either before switching again.
You held your tits in your hand, rubbing absentmindedly on your nipples and feeling the liquid spray your pussy and inner thighs. It was barely a minute before you were gasping, trying to alert Sam that you were right there–
You let a moan escape your lips, feeling the pleasure wash over you as you felt the water slip from your clit to the water.
"Good girl, such a good girl," he said softly.
You looked up at him, dazed by your orgasm. He smiled down at you before raising himself from the floor.
"Lasagna is waiting for you when you get out," he said before leaving the bathroom.
Without thinking, your hand went to your phone, and you were typing up a message to Sam.
Dinner can wait. It's your turn.
THE END
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Closer to Hers
Pairings: Danny Wagner x Reader x Sammy Kiszka
Word Count: 6.5k
18+ MINOR DNI
Warnings: complete and absolute filth, breeding, mmf threesome, f!oral receiving, m!oral receiving, overstimulation, pleasure/pain, multiple orgasms, mm!oral receiving, if I missed anything, ofc let me know!
A/N: This is purely smut, so walk away now if that’s not what you want. This also has extreme DannyxSammy so if you don’t want that either, please scroll now! For the rest of you heathens, enjoy!
“I’m not going to sit here and let you talk to me like that.” She spat in his face, rage seeping from every pore. The fire in the hearth illuminated her face perfectly to where you could see the flames reflecting in her eyes. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her hip popped to the side.
I was terrible with awkward situations. They made my skin itch and my brain pause, doomed to linger here until the interaction was over. I looked over to where Danny was sitting and I had to stifle a laugh as I found him staring back at me, eyes wide, a smile threatening to take over his lips. He pursed his lips and shook his head, looking to his feet to keep himself from laughing. To keep myself from doing the same thing, I aimlessly scanned the room, my eyes running over the various empty liquor bottles that littered the tables and floors. Red solo cups sat on every surface, making everything slightly sticky to the touch. I watched the bodies that roamed around these inanimate objects, the party still in full swing.
What originally was supposed to be a small jam session with a couple to our friends turned into a drunken hoopla that didn’t seem to have an end in sight. Our instruments laid strewn about the living room, amps and speakers accompanying them. The room was drenched in soft light, only the glow of fire and thrifted lamps illuminating the room. A small cloud of smoke hung in the air, the window to the back porch perched open, not doing much.
“Come on babe! It was just a joke!” Sammy said, leaning forward from his seated position, reaching to grab out to his fuming girlfriend. She moved away from his grasp, walking backwards towards the emptiness of the living room. Sam slumped back into the couch, placing his face in his hands and aggressively shaking his head. All of his mannerisms were slightly off as the Sour Diesel ran through him.
“Aren’t jokes supposed to be funny? Do you see me laughing, Sam?” She said, venom spraying all of the room, making everyone in the vicinity incredibly uncomfortable. There wasn’t much that surprised me about her anymore, but to yell at Sam in front of all of his friends? The bitter taste in my mouth unintentionally made a scowl appear on my face.
Sam had been seeing Sara for about two months now and in that time frame, I found the utmost disdain for her. She was by far one of the most distasteful women Sam had ever chosen to bring around us. Though, we couldn’t say a thing about it, because Sam had the habit of falling for the girls we didn’t quite get along with. He often would bring over girls that I couldn’t stand, just to get a rise out of me. I don’t know if it’s just one of his sick games or if he truly gets off on us hating on his girlfriends but Sara was no exception.
Determined to keep out of his business, I stood up from my seat on the floor and made my way over to Danny. He was comfortable sitting on the one of the loungers that sat in his living room. He instantly opened his arms, quietly motioning for me to accompany him in his seat. I gladly accepted, climbing up onto the reclined chair and sinking into his side. He gently pulled me into him by loosely placing his arm around my shoulders, giving me a small squeeze. As I got settled in my new spot, I looked up at him and he smiled down at me, planting a kiss on my lips. He lingered there for a minute, savoring the taste of my lips, mixed with the tequila on my breath. A sweet hum vibrated within his chest as he opened his eyes and looked down at me, my smile matching his.
Danny and I had been going out for about a year or so now. We had known each other from highschool, but never really became close until we bumped into each other at a bar back in our hometown. After that, we spent a lot of time together writing and singing, making music with each other until it blossomed into something more.
“I’m sorry baby, can you please just sit back down with me. Please?” Sam was pleading to her now, metaphorically on his knees. Now within close proximity to each other, Danny and I couldn’t contain our pent up laughter, both of us guffawing at his begging.
“Do you two have something you want to say?” She was staring at us now, her shuttering voice like nails on a chalkboard. Danny and I immediately went rigid, our smiles whipping clean off our faces. It was like we were taken back to middle school, our teacher yelling at us for talking during the lesson. He and I, comical sized frowns on our faces, quickly shook our heads in response to her incorrectly pointed anger. She scoffed and rolled her eyes at us, looking back at Sam.
Again, as the children that we were, we couldn’t contain our laughter as she continued to ream into Sam for the slightly off putting joke he made. I quickly placed my hands over our mouths to keep any lingering sounds of glee hidden, but it didn’t work. Danny only cringed harder as the giggles slowly seeped through the cracks of my fingers, his inebriated state getting the better of him. My attention was not on her but I could feel her daggers on Danny and I as she sighed an annoyed breath and started to march out of the room.
“Really guys?” Sammy said, getting up off the couch and walking around to chase after Sara. We let go of our mouths and belly laughed, Sam shaking his head with a small smile painted on his features. None of us took much seriously, especially when we were high, so to have her screaming at him like that was something so foreign.
“Really us? Really you!” Danny yelled at Sam’s disappearing silhouette. We watched Sam follow her down the hall and out of the house, both of them yelling at each other as they went.
“She’s the worst.” I said, pulling Danny’s attention from the front door to me. He pulled his arm tighter around me, effectively making me squeak in the pressure of his hold.
“You're just jealous!” He said, planting a kiss on my cheek.
“Oh please! Give me a break!” I laughed, nudging Danny in his side. Danny and I were honest with each other, brutally, which was so different from my relationships in the past. He was always open about how he felt, and encouraged me to do the same from the very beginning. We never lied, nor kept secrets. Now whether that was due to the healthiness of our relationship, or the amount of time we spend smoking was still up for debate.
I can clearly remember the night that Danny and I admitted our mutual like for Sammy, as more than a friend. He coaxed me with fancy wine that he brought home from Europe, my secrets spilling out of me faster than I care to admit. It took him by surprise but he was quick to agree with me, not letting me feel embarrassed by my attraction to his best friend. We didn’t talk about it much after that though, keeping that little secret hidden between the both of us.
Danny pulled my face close to his, nudging my head to tilt up as his nose brushed my jaw line. He kissed my neck lightly, trailing them up my throat all the way up to the shell of my ear. His breath teased my face as he spoke in a hungry voice, right into my ear.
“Maybe, if we are lucky,” he said, continuing to kiss and nip at the edge of my face, accentuating every word he said. “They will break up, and he will be free for the night.” My face heated at his words, a deep red appearing on my cheeks. My eyes were wide as Danny now started openly leaving love bites on my neck, trailing them down to the collar of my shirt. I instantly pulled my lip in between my teeth, concealing the smile that threatens to appear. His actions and words made my legs shift underneath me, causing me to squirm slightly in his touch. The music around us was loud enough to conceal your conversation, but my face only grew warmer as I thought of the implications of his sentence.
“One can only hope.” I whisper back to him, turning my face to look at him. He smiled down at me for the second time tonight, as he gently ran his hand up my cheek and into my hair, pulling me to a passionate kiss. He was always so warm, so easy to melt into, even when others were around. He made every moment feel so intense and personal, it was impossible to deny him.
The party went on as they usually did, the music never quieting, even into the early hours of the morning. Danny and I kept ourselves occupied by mingling and laughing with our mutual friends. Sam made an appearance shortly after, no annoying blonde by his side. Sam cared deeply for those around him, and I could see just by the way he walked into the kitchen that he was not happy with the end result of whatever conversation he and Sara had. Danny saw it too, looking briefly away from the red solo cup and nodding his head at Sam as he passed, to which he gave no response. Danny then looked at me, shrugging his shoulders and putting his focus back on the ping pong ball in hand.
Not wanting Sam to be alone, for multiple reasons, I left my place at the table and swam my way through the house guests and into the kitchen. Sam was already pouring himself a glass of whatever alcohol his hands landed on first. The amber liquid kept pouring out of the bottle and into the flimsy plastic cup, only coming to a halt when it reached the halfway mark.
“I take it Sara left?” I asked, leaning myself on the counter across from Sammy. He took a heavy gulp of the liquor, not a cringe in sight as he laid the cup back down. I gave him a disgusted look which made him chuckle.
“What do you think?” He said sarcastically, forcibly shoving more of the alcohol down his esophagus.
“I think,” I said, walking around the counter to his side and grabbing the cup out of his hands. “That you dodged a bullet.” I finished, setting the cup down and hopping on to the kitchen counter. The marble was cold but the warmth I felt in other places kept me warm.
“Is that so?” Sammy said, reaching for the solo cup again. Before he could grab it, I hastily pulled the drink into my hands and pulled it closer to my chest. My legs were crossed over one another to hid any evidence of my arousal. Sammy eyed me suspiciously as he place himself right in front of me, placing his hands on the counter on either side of my hips. “Care to explain?” He added, leaning in a little.
“Well,” I started, uncrossing my legs, allowing Sam to fit himself between them. “I think you could have so much more fun without her.” I said, falsely instilled confidence lacing my tone.
Sam seemed to understand what I was getting at as he stiffed. His eyebrows frowned at me, but quickly relaxed as he looked over at Danny, who was leaning against the wall in the living room. He was sipping on the drink in his hand, watching his girlfriend seduce his best friend and he could not be more turned on. Once Sam’s eyes met his, he gave him a sinister smirk and a quick wink.
To say surprised was the look on Sam’s face would have been an understatement. He looked back at me as I took a swig of his drink and handed it back to him. Sliding off the counter, I was mere centimeters from his lips. Trying to be subtle, I took my finger and lightly traced it on his exposed skin, his shirt not buttoned until about half way down. He looked down at me, his mouth slightly agape and his breathing quick. I too gave him a quick wink before walking away from him and straight to Danny.
Knowing Sam’s eyes were still on us, I quickly pulled Danny into a searing kiss, his hand quickly squeezing my ass. I took the drink from his other hand and began to lead him upstairs, back to his room. On our way out of the living room, I gave Sammy a quick look. He was ogling across the room, basically drooling as I curled my finger towards him, giving him the okay to follow. Before he could respond, I looked away and dragged Danny upstairs.
Once in his room, he quickly shut the door and pushed me against the wall next to it. He placed his hands on the wall beside me and started to attack my neck with kisses. His tongue trailed a line up my jaw and down to my chin before meeting me at my mouth. He kissed me like it was the last thing he would ever do before pulling away breathlessly.
“That was so sexy,” he started, grabbing the drink out of your hand and setting it on his dresser. “You’re so sexy.” He said, pushing his lips back onto mine while placing his hands on my waist, pushing up my shirt.
He pulled me away from the wall and guided me to the bed, letting me fall on the mattress. He quickly got on top of me, pushing my shirt further up my stomach. I quickly stopped his hands with my own, causing all of his motions to stop.
“We don’t want to start without him, do we?” I asked, a shocked smile playing on my lips. He gave a small chuckle and shook his head.
“You think he is actually going to come up?” Danny asked, moving to lay next to you on the bed.
“I can be pretty convincing, when I want to be.” I said, climbing on top of Danny and straddling his waist. I ground down on his crotch, eliciting a delicious moan from him. I could feel just how hard he was through his jeans, his hard on pressing so tightly against his zipper. No sooner did the door to the bedroom creak open, prompting the two of us to look back at the opening. There Sammy stood, looking nervous yet excited all at once.
I quickly rolled off of Danny and stood at the edge of the bed. I again waved at the brunette standing in the entry, giving him a nod and a small smile. He quickly shut the door behind him and walked over to where I was. As hesitant as I thought he was, he came straight up to me and encased my lips with his. His hand instantly went to my hips, looping his fingers into my belt loops and pulled me closer to him. His long hair curtained around our faces, his shampoo smelling heavenly.
His lips were so soft, his kiss melting me from the inside out. I quickly looped my hands around his neck, pulling him even closer to me, our chests touching. He moaned as my chest touched his, my tee shirt not leaving much to the imagination as I did not have a bra on. My hardened nipples pressed against him, making his one hand land on the top of my ass, closing the distance between us completely.
Completely entranced by Sam, I didn’t notice Danny come up behind Sam until I felt Sam's body weight pull away from me slightly. Pulling away from each other, Sam’s hands still wrapped around me, he looked up and back at Danny as he slotted himself tightly behind him. I could see the devilish grin on Danny’s face as he snaked his hand around Sammy’s slender waist and pulled him back into him. This made my already wet panties become soaked, Sammy only pulling me closer as Danny now laid gentle kisses across his clothes shoulder.
“Oh fuck.” Sammy let out, moving his hand to squeeze my ass and kiss me again.
Danny used his free hand to pull me into Sam, the three of us now fully pressed to one another. I could feel Sam whimper into my mouth as Danny’s hard cock pushed against his ass. Sammy pushed back causing Danny to groan loudly into his neck, where he was leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses.
The entire scene was arousing me to a point in which I had never been before. I felt so high and horny all at once, making my world spin around me. I couldn’t stop myself as I took my hand and began palming Sam through his trousers, causing him again to whimper in my mouth. I began to unzip his pants when he pulled away from our kiss and laid his forehead on my shoulder.
“Wait, let me play with you first.” He said in the crook of my neck, while he pushed my hips backward until they hit the edge of the bed. Danny walked around the other side of the bed and situated himself behind me, pulling my upper body onto his lap. His big fingers wrapped around the seam of my tee and pulled up until it was over my head and on the floor.
Sam’s gaze danced over me, his eyes moving to my chest and down my stomach to the zipper of my jeans. Under his intense stare, my arms moved to cover myself instinctively, but Danny held them still.
“Let him look at you,” he whispered into my ear, holding my hands onto the bed. “You’re just so beautiful, I don’t blame him.” My face heated as I closed my eyes and leaned back onto Danny’s chest. He kissed down my face while Sammy began to unbutton my jeans. He slid them down gently, my underwear coming down with them in one motion. My legs closed on their own, covering myself in front of Sammy. He was soft as he pulled off his shirt and climbed on the bed.
You had seen him shirtless before, but now being able to touch and admire him made you open your legs. Sammy slid in between them, laying down on you and capturing your lips again. Having his weight on top of you and Danny’s behind you, was immaculate. Their skin against yours had you mentally begging for more. Sammy, reading your mind, trailed his fingers up your hips and onto your chest, giving you breasts a light squeeze.
“Sammy, please…” I begged, needing his hands everywhere. Danny, releasing my hands, moved his touch up my arms and landed around my neck. Pulling my kiss from Sammy, he replaced him, sucking on my bottom lip. He quickly slid his tongue into my mouth, giving me no room to fight for dominance, not that I wanted too. I wanted the two of them to take everything from me.
“Is she always this needy? Such a sweet girl, already begging.” Sammy asked, watching Danny and I. Danny pulled away with hooded eyes and looked at Sam, licking his lips in the process. I looked over at them, noticing that Danny hadn’t responded and found them staring at one another. Their eyes slowly trailing over one another as Sammy continued his touches against my chest.
“No, you bring it out of her.” Danny replied, leaning forward as he did. Sammy didn’t hesitate as he too leaned forward and let Danny take his mouth in his. The two of them sighed, letting their tongues exploring one another as Danny replaced Sam's hands on my boobs. Sammy pulled his hands up to Danny’s face, pulling him and himself closer together. I watched them, moving my hand down to circle my clit. Watching them sent an entirely new wave of aroual out of me and down my legs.
Before I could let myself get very far, I felt Danny’s hand tighten around my throat and his other hand grab the hand I was teasing myself with. He pulled it away from my center and placed it on Sammy’s crotch. Not moving away from Sammy, the two of them moaned when our hands met Sam's hardened cock. Danny’s hand was over mine, both of us massaging him. I could see Danny’s tongue moving in and out of Sam's mouth, the two of them ravenging eachother.
Sammy pulled away, desperately out of breath and moaning heavily at the feeling of two hands on his dick. He released his grip on Danny’s face and began undoing his pants, feverishly pushing them down his legs. Before he could pull his boxers down, he stopped and looked down at me. He stared at me, his eyes ravishing me up and down, before stopping at my center. He licked his lips, tasting the remains of Danny before laying back down on his stomach.
“Fuck, I want to taste you so bad.” He said, his breath tickling my soaked cunt. He lauded kisses down my knees and tiled them to the top of my pussy. I clenched down onto nothing, letting out an impatient groan. I had never been this pent up before, I felt like I needed him and only him right this second. Sammy chuckled as he saw how much I wanted him, my hips bucking up slightly. Before Sammy could react, the hand around my throat jumped up to my jaw and pulled my face to look at Danny.
“You’re being such a bad girl, so impatient.” Danny clicked his tongue as he patronized me. “I don’t know if you deserve his tongue. What do you think Sam?” Danny asked, looking back down at him.
Without saying a word, Sammy smiled and flattened his tongue against me, licking a delicious strip up my wet slit. I cried out, letting my legs relax completely and arching my back. Danny, still holding my jaw, took his other hand and spread my lips, giving Sam more access to my hole. Taking full advantage of this, instead of using his tongue, he brought his hand up and sunk his middle finger into me.
“Oh fuck, Sammy. That feels so good!” I whispered, my eyebrows turned up and my mouth opened wide. My fingers couldn’t help themselves as they laced into Sam’s hair, pulling slightly on his roots. I heard his laugh again as he worked his finger in me while his tongue worked to collect the wetness remaining.
“Look at him eat you out baby, he fucking loves it.” Danny whispered into your ear, taking his hand off of your jaw and grabbing one of your tits. You felt Sammy nod his head, as if to confirm that he was in fact loving every second of his mouth on your cunt. “I bet it feels so fucking good, you love it baby?” I nodded hastily, looking back up at Danny and letting my other hand caress his cheek.
“I know you fucking love it, you’re so wet. Such a good fucking slut for us huh?” Danny continued, licking the shell of my ear in the process. His words made me hold Sammy’s finger tighter, causing him to moan on my clit. This sent my hips up into the air, the stimulation almost causing me to cum right there. Instead of slowing down though, Sammy added another finger, sending me into a moaning mess.
“Oh shit Sammy, I think you're going to make her cum.” Danny said, pinching my extremely sensitive nipple. The way that both of them were touching and grabbing at me, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. The party was already dying down downstairs, but there was no way I wasn’t being heard by every house guest.
“You think we should let her cum Sammy? You think she deserves it?” Danny asked, his tones sound so sexy. He was breathing so hard, his chest rising and falling so quickly. His cock was so hard against my back, I could feel him dry humping me as Sammy nodded against my pussy. He was so determined to make me cum, he moved his tongue up and wrapped his lips around my clit. His fingers pumped into my fast, curling inward to hit my g-spot.
“That’s it Sam, that’s it. Make her cum all over your face.” Danny said, moving his hand to fold onto Sammy’s cheek. In doing so, Sammy’s eyes moved up to Danny’s and he smiled, holding my clit between his teeth. His tongue flicked it as his eyes moved over to mine, driving me absolutely crazy. The mixture of Danny’s touches on my chest and Sammy working magic on my cunt, my mind was racing.
“Fuck Y/N, cum in his mouth.” Danny said, slapping my nipple, causing my body to be sent over the edge. Feeling my walls clench down on his fingers, Sammy pulled them out, replacing them with his tongue. Danny reacted fast, replacing Sam's mouth with his own fingers, rubbing vigorously on my clit. I screamed again, their names falling out of my mouth as my head leaned back onto Danny's shoulder, exposing my neck to him. He wasted no time attaching his mouth to my throat, biting down and leaving marks as I rode out my high.
My breathing was labored as Sammy pulled his tongue out of me. Danny’s hand still on the side of his face, pulled him up so that he could capture his lips with his own. He moaned as he tasted me, Sammy’s face being wet from my cum. They broke the kiss and the two of them looked down at me, wicked smirks on their faces.
“I think it’s time for Danny to have some fun, don’t you think sweet girl?” Sammy said, pulling me off to Danny and into his arms. I nodded with a smile on my face as Sammy sat on the bed and pulled me onto his lap. With his boxers still on, he laid me onto this clothes cock and rocked my hips with his hand. I sighed as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He tasted so good, a mixture of me and Danny tainting his lips. I could feel Danny get off the bed as one of Sam’s hands slid around my back and the other grabbed onto the flesh of my hip, leaving handprints as he pulled my soaked clit further onto him.
“I have wanted to do this for so long, you have no idea.” Sammy said in between kisses. I smiled, relishing in the irony of what he just said. I pulled him closer to me, our chests pressing together and placing my forehead on his.
“Believe me, I do have an idea.” I said, huffing as my naked pussy pushed harder onto his cock that was growing impossibly big under me. He looked at me then, pulling me into a tight embrace and crashed his lips onto mine once more. This kiss was passionate, and kind. Meaningful and sweet, showing me just how much he needed me. I sighed into the kiss, pulling my hands from behind him and holding his face, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
Feeling the bed dip again, Sam and I broke apart, looking up at Danny now completely naked. Sammy and I looked at one another before I got off of him, and pushed Danny onto his back. Danny, now laying flush on his back, looked up at Sammy and I and grinned. I moved in first, laying on my stomach and taking his leaking cock into my hands. Sam moved up the bed, meeting Danny and curling into him, capturing his lips again. The both of them moaned loudly as I took Danny into my mouth and palmed Sam through his now soaked underwear.
The two of them were panting above me, watching intently as I took Danny deep into my throat. I could feel the tears in my eyes as my nose nudged into his dark pubic hair. His precum ran down my tongue as I bobbed my head as fast as I could. I swirled my tongue around his tip, making him cry out my name.
“She’s so good at that.” Sammy said, pulling at the waistband of his boxers, eager to get them off. He pulled the wet cloth off of his crotch and his hard cock sprang free. My mouth still occupied with Danny, I took my empty hand and quickly grabbed his throbbing cock. I could hear his high pitched moans leaking from him as I gently massaged him. I could tell he was becoming restless as he began bucking his hips to my hand, seeking more friction. Wanting him in my mouth, I pulled off of Danny but was stopped short by Danny pushing my mouth back down on him.
“She looks so good with my cock shoved in her mouth, doesn’t she?” Sammy nodded in agreement with his mouth open. Lifting my gaze, I saw Danny’s hand now replacing mine, quickly jerking Sam and sucking on one of his nipples. Danny grabbed onto my hair as he continued pulling on Sam's needy cock, Sam pinching his other nipple while watching.
“Danny please don’t stop, it feels too good.” Sammy whined, closing his eyes and pushing his head back onto the pillows. Danny hummed in response, still sucking on his nipple. His hand not giving me any remorse, my throat tightened around his dick, making him moan even more around Sammy’s nipple. The three of us cried in pleasure, over stimulation setting Sammy into a frenzy.
“Danny, I’m going to cum. Wait…” Sammy said, reaching for Danny’s wrist. Instead of letting him go though, Danny harshly grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed tightly, making Sam’s eyes roll back into his head.
“Fuck Sammy, you’re so hard. I want to feel you in my mouth.” Danny’s words surprised us both, Sammy’s eyes immediately opening and looking into his. He didn’t waste a second, releasing his grip on my head and moving down to me. Danny laid down next to me and pulled me close to him. Both of us lay in between Sam's legs, one of them pulled over Danny’s shoulder.
“Want to feel us both on your cock?” Danny asked, wrapping his hand around Sam’s balls, effectively using them as a cock ring. I smiled at the sight of Sammy’s back arching as Danny now worked his cock with his other hand.
“Ahh, Danny…” Sammy cried, his hips uncontrollably shaking off of the bed. I moved to take Danny’s place, wrapping my fingers around his balls as Danny moved to wrap his lips around the head of his cock. He gave his tip a few gentle licks before pulling his veiny cock into his mouth fully.
“Sammy…” I called out to him, making him look at what was transpiring between his legs. His fucked out expression made my pussy quiver as I bit my bottom lip. He looked so good, a mixture of pleasure and pain covering his face.
“Please Y/N, I… I…” Sammy tried to form coherent words but was rendered unsuccessful as I joined Danny, licking a strip up one side of his cock, Danny licking the other side. We both worked his cock, his precum running down uncontrollably.
“I can’t! I can’t… please!” Sammy cried out, his hand grabbing out the sheets of the bed. He fisted the linens into his hand, his knuckles growing white from how hard he grasped them. Danny pulled off of Sammy, making his way back up to his face and smothering his neck in love. I didn’t let up though. I took him deep into my throat, moaning to give him more stimulation.
“I want to cum, I want to cum inside of you.” He said, tapping my shoulder to get my attention. Finally stopping, I pulled off of him with a pop. I could feel him relax and suck in a deep breath as I released the pressure from his balls. Smiling to myself, I crawled back up to him and straddled his hips. Before I could line myself up, Sammy sat up and again placed me on his lap. I couldn’t even react before Danny grabbed Sam's cock and lined it up to my entrance. Danny placed his hand on my shoulder and lightly pushed me down onto his best friend's cock.
“Oh fuck, I’m not going to last.” Sammy sputtered out as he became fully sheathed inside of me. He was so big, almost meeting the size of Danny. I sighed as I felt him already begin to twitch inside of me. Not wanting this to be over, I didn’t move, but instead pulled Sammy into a searing kiss.
“She so fucking tight, isn’t she Sammy?” He moaned into the kiss as a reply, pulling my face into his and squeezing one of my nipples. Danny left Sammy’s side and came behind me, sitting his chest flush with my back. I could feel his cock against my ass and I froze.
“Don’t worry baby, not this time.” Danny spoke into my ear while placing his hands on my hips. He pushed my hips forward, earning a pathetic moan from Sammy. He was already so close, his cock nearly vibrating inside of me.
“Next time.” Sammy spoke up, pulling away from our kiss and smiling up at me. Next time. It rang in my head as Danny placed his face into the crook of my neck and chuckled.
“You hear that baby, he wants there to be a next time.” Danny said, pulling my hips back so that I would be flush against him again. Sammy choked out a moan as I rode him, his hands roaming all around Danny and I.
“How does that make you feel, baby? Hearing he wants to have you again, with me in your ass?” Danny huffed out, licking up my neck and back to my ear. All I could do was nod in response, shaking my head up and down viciously as Sammy slid in and out of me.
“Are you going to cum when he cums inside of you? When he shoots his fucking load into my girls pussy?” He said again. Before I could respond, Sammy cried, all of his motions coming to a halt as his head fell back. Danny’s word sent him over the edge, his cock spasming as he shot his cum deep into me. Danny pushed me down, encompassing more of Sammy’s cock as he cried in pleasure, his hips jerking up wildly.
“Y/N! Please keep moving!” Sammy pleaded, wrapping his arms around my back, pulling me completely onto him. I did as I was told, bouncing on his cock, milking him dry. Sam had tears running down his face as he came, his handsome face contorted into pure pleasure.
“That’s it baby, you're taking him so well.” I heard Danny say from behind me. My movements slowed as Sammy slumped onto the bed, his limbs going limp. I smiled down at him, placing a small pack on his lips. He smiled up at me, his eyes barely open. I sat there for a minute, sharing a quiet moment with him, feeling his cock soften inside of me.
“Come here, my sweet girl.” Danny said, helping me off of Sammy and back onto the bed. He laid me down so that I was on my back, my legs already wide open for him. Sammy laid next to me, lightly letting his hands roam across my chest and face. Danny started up my stomach, placing soft kisses up my torso and onto my chest, sending a shiver up my spine.
“Danny please, I need you inside of me.” I whimpered to him. He looked up at me and smiled.
“Such a good girl for us, baby. Don’t worry, I won’t make you wait.” Danny closed the distance between us and kissed me, lining himself up at my entrance. He ran his cock up and down my folds, collecting my wetness and Sam’s cum that was leaking out of me. Danny pulled my legs up and wrapped them around his waist before burying himself into me.
“Holy shit, Y/N. I fucking love your pussy.” He didn't need to let me adjust, his cock slipping into me with ease. Keeping his lips on mine, he began a fast pace, his cock moving at an unrelenting speed.
“Fuck Danny don’t stop, she’s going to cum.” Sammy said, placing his hand on my swollen clit, moving it in fast circles.
“Make her cum, Sammy! Make my girl cum.” Danny said, planting his knees into the bad and forcing himself into me harder. I cried out his name, both of their names as they worked me closer to my end. I couldn’t keep my eyes open as the tightly wrapped coil inside of me finally ripped free. My orgasum shuttered through me, my body shaking uncontrollably as Sam continued to rub my clit, and suck on my breast.
“Oh fuck!” Danny yelled, his pace never yielding. His eyebrows creased together as he felt my cunt spasming around him. His mouth opened wide as he watched Sam worship my chest as my breathing became uneven.
“Baby I’m going to cum. I’m gonna fucking cum!” Danny said, his cock never stopping. He fucked me through his orgasum, his seeding planting itself deep into my cervix. His face landed into my shoulder, his body weight crushing me. His hips continued to rock themselves into me, his and Sam’s cum dripping out of me.
Danny turned us onto our side, my back now facing Sammy. He stayed deep inside of me, like he usually did after sex. He never wanted to leave my heat, always wanting to fall asleep connected. Sammy didn’t leave either, instead he turned himself to the side and spooned me, tucking himself as close to me as he could.
We laid there in silence for a while, gentle touches being shared between the three of us. The party music must have stopped while we were busy, as the quietness of the house lulled us into a quiet slumber. As the darkness of the room began to consume me, I could hear Danny ask.
“So next time, huh?”
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New Toy
Media Phantom Halo
Character Samuel Emmerson
Couple Samuel X Reader
Rating Smut
Kinktober Day 23
Kinktober Concept Double P
Smut double P/full sex/ raw sex/ anal sex/ sex toys/ squirting
I sat on my bed bouncing with excitement!
My dad is out!
Beckets with his lady!
I have my y/n coming!
And! She's! Bringing! Tacos!
And I have a surprise for her.
I heard the front door so I immediately bolted from my bed to the door and opened it wide and was standing on the porch in her little brown boots, black tights, orange plaid skirt, hocus Pocus shirt and black cardigan her bag over her shoulder
"Hi Sam" she smiled
I didn't answer I simply picked her up in my arms lifting her under her butt and kicking the door closed carrying her off and dumping her on my bed her giggling all the while
"Whoa - hello Samuel'
"Hi" I smiled jumping on top of her and smothering her in kisses
"Okay okay I missed you too Sam that doesn't mean you have to jump on me like some in-season monster"
"Sorry I just miss you so badly"
"That's sweet Sam, now get off come on let me sit up"
I moved back letting her sit up and she got the tacos from her bag which we eagerly shared before getting cosy in my bed for a nice snuggly cuddle
"You are so excited today"
"I've missed you,"
"It's only been a few days"
"I'm not allowed to miss you?"
"of course you are but you don't need to go quite so crazy Sammy"
"Well I'm excited to see you, and even when I do see you it's not often we're alone"
"That's true"
"And I uhh I might have a little surprise for you, for our little date night tonight"
"Oh?"
"So you know how last date night we were at yours?"
"Yes?"
"And you showed me that little toy you like? for when we can't visit"
"Yes, what about it?"
"Well, I may have done some research"
"Reasuch? where?"
"In the Victoria Secret catalogue."
"Where did you get one of those?"
"Found it"
"Where?"
"I have my secrets, and I saw something I thought maybe you might like"
"Sammy, I don't need any toys I only have that one for when I can't see you"
"I know but I thought this one we could maybe play with together, make our date nights extra fun"
"Alright then, what is it?"
I happily grabbed the box from under my bed sheepishly handing it over to her and she gave me a suspicious look
"How did you afford this?"
"I borrowed some money off my brother"
"That's very sweet Sam, but you didn't have to do this"
"I wanted too, I know how much you like your little toy at home so I figured we could enjoy this one together"
"Alright but get a towel" she smiled giving my lips a small kiss
"I already got one" I smiled pulling back my covers showing I had already set up a towel for her "I want my lovely lady to be comfortable" I smiled helping me move onto the towel and get comfortable "now I have tested and sanitiser the toy clean out the box with new batteries so… shall we?"
"I would like to try it" she giggled
"Okay" I smiled giving her a kiss and getting out the toy a silky smooth neon purple toy with one large thick shaft and an arching thinner one with the controls on the bottom
"I've never used a rabbit before"
'well we have to see if you like it, low?"
"To start yes" she nods
I gently pushed up her skirt revealing her black lace panties but for a moment I set the toy on the bed biting my lip as I moved and pressed kisses all over her panties
"Uhh Sammy"
"I'm sorry. I couldn't resist" I blushed tugging down her panties and giving her clit a free little kisses savouring her sweet taste on my lips "ready?"
"Ready" she smiled stroking my arm I turned the toy on low and gently stroked her with it listening to her gentle gasps before I slowly pushed the toy inside her letting the smaller curved part rest so perfectly on her clit vibrating slowly "uhhhhh!"
"You like that?"
"Very much, more Sammy please" she whined grasping my sheets tightly
"More? Of this?" I asked moving the toy in and out of her "or this?" I asked turning it up a little just one speed but that was enough to force her screams
"Ahhhhhh! Uuhhhh Sammy! Speed please" she begged
"You already sound so close?"
"I am"
"Really!" I asked and she blushed hard "ummm you must really like this new toy" I smirked gently playing with her breasts before turning the speed up again watching her twitch and her wetness drip around the toy "uhhh you look so beautiful' I groaned "I'm a little worried you might like this toy a little too much"
"Please Sammy please!' She begged
"I'll turn it up, for a kiss?' I smirked she egarly grabbed my shirt and pulled me into a lustful kiss so I happily turned the toy up for her which caused her to moan into my mouth and her hips rise of the bed completely squirting down the towel "uhhhh fuck- I missed getting to watch you cum" I sighed
"I'm sorry Sammy, this new toys too powerful"
"Is it now?" I smirked "that's fine I'll have to watch again" I smirked turning it up even higher and this time I undid my jeans grabbing my erection and stroking it a couple of times before grabbing the lube from my side table smothering my shaft in it before circling her ass "how about this?"
"Sammy I don't know -" she gasped struggling to deal will the toy inside her
'well I go in here and the toys stays there or I go in there and the toy in here, which do you want?'
'you in here" she smirked spreading her cheeks for me
"Ummm that's my girl" I groaned slowly slipping inside her "uhhhhh fuck! Always do tight after you've cum," I smirked grabbing her thighs wasting no time to mercilessly pound her into my bed even feeling the vibrations on me and I could see how she liked it to much she went insane feeling herself completely filled screaming squirting and arching her back off the bed I knew how close she was and I desperately wanted to make her cum so I took the end of the toy and began to thrust it inside her on a opposite pace to myself, so as I moved back her you would dive deeper leaving her constantly in pleasure and at my mercy.
And it wasn't long until she reached her second squealing as she did which drove me over the edge too burying myself inside her
"Fuck!" I groaned pulling out and taking the toy away collapsing on the bed with her as the toy vibrated between us 'i did good getting that then?" I asked after a good while
"Very good Sammy" she giggled
"I'm happy I can make my lovely lady so happy"
'do you think… we could?"
"Again?'
"Umm this time you inside my pussy,"
"Well I can hardly say no to that" I smirked pulling her inotna kiss and grabbing the toy.
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picking up the pieces.
adult content | minors do NOT interact.
pairing. dean winchester x female reader.
outline. a heated argument with dean leads to a vulnerable confession of your long-held feelings.
word count. 1546.
warning(s). angst, arguments, implied sexual tension, mild language, season 1 dean, mature themes (nothing too explicit).
authors note. back with a new fic whaaaat?! i recently started rewatching supernatural to mend my broken heart after the season 15 finale… they deserved so much better & just thinking about it pisses me tf off. anyway i was listening to stairway to heaven for hours on end while writing this (that song is my childhood.) enjoooooy!
You stared out the window of the Impala, watching the roads and scenery fly by as Led Zeppelin played softly in the background. The familiar rumble of the engine and the comfort of the leather seats usually provided a sense of peace, but today all you could feel was tension.
You and Dean had gotten into a nasty argument earlier, one that had been brewing for a while now. It was about his careless flirtation with other women, even when you two weren’t officially exclusive. You couldn’t help the feelings you had harbored for him over the years, feelings that only seemed to grow stronger the more time you spent together on the road. And it hurt to see him so freely give his attention and affection to anyone but you.
You tried to push those thoughts aside, to focus on the music and the drive. But it was impossible to ignore the way Dean kept stealing glances in your direction, the way his hand would occasionally graze your thigh in a move that had become comfortable and familiar between the two of you. Each subtle touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, a painful reminder of what you couldn’t have.
As the familiar chords of the song played on, you closed your eyes and tried to will yourself to sleep, to escape this tense situation, even if just for a little while. But just as you felt yourself starting to drift off, Dean’s hand suddenly landed firmly on your inner thigh, sending your eyes flying open as your heart raced.
Without a word, Dean pulled the Impala over to the side of the road, putting the car in park before turning to face you. The intensity in his green eyes made your breath catch in your throat, and you found yourself unable to look away.
“We need to talk,” he said, his voice low and serious.
You swallowed hard, every fiber of your being telling you to run, to avoid this conversation at all costs. But you knew it was inevitable, that the tension between the two of you had been building for too long to ignore any longer.
“Okay,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
Dean studied you for a moment, his gaze searching your face for something you couldn’t quite decipher. Finally, he let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through his short, spiky hair.
“Look, I know things have been...tense between us lately,” he began, his eyes never leaving yours. “And I know a lot of that is my fault.”
You opened your mouth to interrupt, to argue that it was his fault, that his reckless flirting had hurt you more than you cared to admit. But he held up a hand, silencing you.
“Please, just let me say this,” he pleaded. “I’m not good at this whole...feelings thing. You know that. But I’ve been thinking a lot about what happened earlier, and I...” He paused, his brow furrowing as he struggled to find the right words.
“I’m sorry,” he said finally, his voice sincere. “I never meant to hurt you, I swear. It’s just...old habits die hard, you know? And I...” He hesitated, his gaze dropping to his hands, which were fidgeting nervously in his lap. “I guess I was...afraid.”
Your eyes widened in surprise at his confession, and you couldn’t help but lean forward slightly, your curiosity piqued.
“Afraid of what, Dean?” you asked softly.
He let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “Afraid of this,” he said, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. “Afraid of...of letting myself feel something real, something that could actually last.”
Your heart ached at his words, the raw vulnerability in his voice cutting you deeper than any of his careless flirtations ever could. You knew, deep down, that Dean had been through more than his fair share of pain and loss in his life, and the thought of him being afraid to open himself up to you only made you love him more.
“Dean...” you began, your voice trembling slightly. “I...I had no idea.”
He looked up then, his green eyes meeting yours, and you were struck by the raw emotion you saw there. “I know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “And that’s my fault. I...I’ve been pushing you away, because I’m scared of what this could be. Of what we could be.”
You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, hope and fear warring within you. “What are you saying, Dean?”you asked, fiddling with your thumbs.
He reached out then, his calloused hand coming to rest on your thigh again, his thumb brushing against it in a gentle caress. “I’m saying that...I care about you, more than I’ve ever cared about anyone. And I’m tired of pretending that I don’t.”
You felt your breath catch in your throat, your eyes flooding with tears as the weight of his words settled over you. “Dean, I...I care about you, too. So much,” you whispered, your voice shaking.
A small, tentative smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he reached up to gently brush a stray tear from your cheek. “I know,” he murmured. “And that’s what scares me the most.”
You nodded, understanding dawning on you. “Because you’re afraid of losing me, too,” you said softly.
He nodded, his hand moving to cup your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. “Yeah,” he breathed. “I’ve already lost so much in my life, Y/N. I don’t think I could handle losing you, too.”
You leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth and comfort of his hand on your skin. “You won't lose me, Dean,” you whispered. “I’m not going anywhere.���
He studied your face for a long moment, his green eyes boring into yours, before slowly leaning in. Your heart raced as his lips brushed against yours, soft and tentative at first, before deepening into a passionate kiss.
When you finally broke apart, you were both breathing heavily, your foreheads resting against each other. “I love you, Y/N,” Dean murmured, his voice barely audible but you heard him clear as day.
“I love you, too, Dean,” you whisper, your fingers tangling in the short strands of his hair.
For a long moment, the two of you simply sat there, lost in each other’s embrace, the tension and pain of earlier melting away. But then, a thought occurred to you, and you pulled back slightly, your brow furrowing.
“What about Sam?” you asked, your voice tinged with concern. “I mean, we’re on our way to pick him up from Stanford, and I don’t want him to feel...I don’t know, awkward or anything.”
Dean chuckled softly, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. “Don’t worry about Sammy,” he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “He’s been rooting for us to get our heads out of our asses for years.”
You couldn't help but laugh at that, the tension in your shoulders finally starting to ease. “I should have known,” you said, shaking your head in amusement.
Dean grinned, pulling you in for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate than the last. When you finally broke apart, you were both breathless again, your hearts racing.
“So, what does this mean for us?” you asked, your voice soft and uncertain.
Dean's expression turned serious, his hand moving to intertwine with yours. “It means that I’m all in, Y/N,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “No more flirting with other women, no more pushing you away. I want this, us, more than anything.”
You felt your heart swell with emotion, tears of joy threatening to spill over. “Me too, Dean,” you whispered, squeezing his hand gently. “I’m in, too.”
He smiled then, a genuine, warm smile that lit up his entire face, and you couldn't help but lean in and kiss him again, savoring the feeling of his lips on yours, the warmth of his body against yours.
As you pulled apart, Dean’s expression turned mischievous once more. “So, what do you say we give Sammy another day and find us a nice, secluded spot to...celebrate?" he asked wiggling his brows, a hint of suggestiveness in his tone.
You couldn’t help but laugh at what you were hearing, playfully swatting his arm. “Dean Winchester, you are such a hornball,” you teased.
He grinned, his grip on your hand tightening. “Maybe so, but you love me anyway,” he said, his voice filled with a quiet confidence that made your heart flutter.
“That I do,” you murmured, leaning in to kiss him once more.
As the Impala rumbled back to life and Dean guided the car back onto the open road, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. The tension and hurt of earlier had been replaced by a deep, abiding love and trust, and you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you and Dean would face them together.
You nestled closer to Dean as he drove, your hand still intertwined with his, and Stairway to Heaven filling the air, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to bask in the feeling of pure, unadulterated happiness.
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laundry room
in which your husband is really good at cleaning - and he looks hot doing so.
pairing: seungcheol x she/her!reader, husband!seungcheol x wife!reader, somewhat dom!seungcheol x somewhat sub!reader & somewhat sub!seungcheol x somewhat dom!reader
words: 2.6k
content: smut, fluff (minors dni)
warnings: reader uses she/her, seungcheol picks up reader twice (sorry), they're so in love with each other, sex standing up, vry horny reader tbh, seungcheol is a teasing shit, swearing, fingering, begging, multiple orgasms (for reader), unprotected sex, cum eating(?), petnames (for reader : sweetheart, darling, baby, wife, pretty wife / for seungcheol : baby)
note: i had this idea after seeing a tiktok of a married couple cleaning up every night,,, MINORS DNI or you'll be blocked. anyway seungcheol is so husband material and i can see him doing the most for his partner irl (i love him sm) i hope everyone likes it, pls don't forget to reblog!
You always knew you were lucky to have such an amazing husband; in fact, all your friends asked you at least once where you found him.
Seungcheol is truly a dream come true: he is a hardworking man, he always finds energy to cook for you, clean around the house every night, but most importantly, he never fails to make time to love you but also to satisfy you. Ever since you two started going to bed – to do more than sleeping – he always found a moment to fulfill your needs, with no shaming.
It's been over three hours since your husband came home, looking as good as ever and a little over an hour since you two started cleaning up around the house after dinner; your daily cleaning time started in the kitchen with Seungcheol doing the dishes while you were wiping down the counter tops. You stole glances at your husband the whole time, noticing the way his arms bulged at every one of his movements, his white shirt hugging his body tightly, his back tattoo showing through the thin material making you drool at the view. He was truly a sight to behold with his blonde hair gently grazing at his upper cheeks as a natural smile hangs on his lips. A few times, he took you by surprise as he turned around to meet your eyes, a chuckle leaving his lips almost every time, knowing you were turning into a puddle – down to your panties – at the way he looked.
Your cleaning made its way through the living room as you were in charge of fluffing the sofa cushions and dusting the coffee table while your husband was vacuuming. The stolen glances followed you all throughout the housework, as if you were still a shy student having a crush on your senior, as if you were not looking at your husband who fucks you every night. As you keep working on the cushions, fluffing them over and over again, being too flustered at the sight of your husband, you wish for time to go by faster so you can hop in the shower and burn your skin with cold water.
But since your husband is none other than the teasing shit Choi Seungcheol is, he keeps making exaggerated noises, groaning every time he has to bend down or push out a chair. He even goes as far as to wipe the sweat on his forehead with his shirt, his torso all in the open for you to feast your eyes upon. You almost snap a few times because his antics were distracting you from your task in hands but you know that sooner than later, it will be time to go to bed and you will somehow get what you want – like you always do. Because as much as Seungcheol is a teasing shit, he is first and foremost a simp for you.
“Are we ready to take care of the laundry, sweetheart?” your husband asks you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you organize a console in your living room, “Because it is hell in there.” He pouts, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Yeah, all done here!” you say cheerfully, caressing his hands before making your way to the laundry room, “Come on, the quicker we finish this up, the quicker we can go to bed!” you tell him as you push the door open.
“Oh, you want me in bed so bad.” He teases you making your ears burn.
As soon as you enter the room, you start to unload the dryer to fold everything up as you take special care to ignore Seungcheol’s words – and the burning sensation in the pit of your stomach as your husband starts to unload the washing machine. You start to fold up clean clothes and towels, making distinct piles of everything so it is easier to put away, trying your best to ignore your husband who’s quietly working on loading the dryer behind you – his groans and huffs still present in his breath. But as nothing comes without hardships, you fail miserably at ignoring his presence – his scent almost overwhelming you, his presence enveloping you, almost feeling his hands on you. You slowly get lost in the sensation he could give you if only he was touching you right now-
“Baby?” you hear his voice whisper in your neck, giving you goosebumps all the way down to your back, desire building in your stomach, “You’re good?”
“Hm, yeah,” you say as he starts to kiss down the side of your neck, his hands rubbing at your hips, “Just had a moment.”
“Wanna talk about it?” he asks in his deep voice, his hair tickling your collarbones and his lips never once leaving your neck, making your panties wetter by the second.
“I- fuck, I’m okay,” you say, a moan threatening to spill out of your mouth.
“Yeah? You don’t sound okay, darling,” he admits, his hand slowly making its way towards your pink cherry shorts while his other one wraps around your waist pining you gently to his body, “Is that okay?” he asks in your ear, playing with the band of your short.
“Hm, yeah,” you mumble out, one of your hands finding anchor on his arm around your waist, the other one resting on the counter top in front of you, “please,” you beg lowly, already needing him to fuck you.
“My pretty wife, begging so good for me, hm?” he chuckles, his digits crossing your shorts and panties, lightly touching your clit, wetness pouring out of you, “You’re already dripping, sweetheart.” he groans, drawing circles over your clit, building up your orgasm – as if you are not so close already.
“Only for you,” you moan, the knot in your tummy getting tighter and tighter, almost snapping, “Please- need you-” you say, reaching out behind you for his belt but before you can do as much as graze him, he takes your hand and pin it to the counter, making you bend down slightly.
“Let’s not get too greedy, now, hm? You’ve been so good for me, it’d be a shame to ruin everything now, wouldn’t it?” he warns, two of his fingers sinking in your pussy, your walls stretching to welcome him, more cum dripping out of you.
“S-sorry, fuck, feels so good,” you say, almost drooling at the way his fingers feel, plunging in and out in a timed rhythm, his thumb never once stopping its movements on your clit, bringing you so close to the edge, “I- just wanted to- know,” you try to explain, your words coming out all slurred from pleasure.
“Wanted to know what? If I’m hard for you?” he snickers, pushing his pelvis to your body, his hard-on pressing over your lower back, “Feel me.” he whispers, angling his fingers differently, grazing at your sweet spot, your moans coming out in rhythm with the pounding he settled for, “Of course I’m hard for you, darling. You should see yourself right now,” he chokes out, lightly humping himself against you, moans building in his throat, “And knowing you got horny over me cleaning around the house? Here I was, trying to be a good husband while my horny little wife was eye fucking me the entire time.” He sneers before whispering “Of course I saw you.” in answer to your whines.
“Cheol, cheol- fuck, baby,” you mumble, your orgasm burning at your stomach and all the way down to your pussy, your legs almost giving out below you, “I’m so close, can I please cum, please, let me cum, please, please, please,” you babble, feeling like your body is on fire, your eyes stinging with tears.
“Cum for me baby, go ahead,” he says, his fingers never once stopping as he wraps his arms around your waist, supporting you completely, “You can let go, darling. Let it wash over you, I got you,” he whispers, kissing your hair, before you slump in his arms, your orgasm making your legs give out and your eyes roll out. Your pussy spams around his fingers as they never once stop, working through your orgasm making you drip with cum, ruining your shorts and dripping down your thighs.
“Fuck- baby, you came so much,” your husband says as he pulls out his hand from your shorts, making you wince out. It takes you all the strength in the world to open your eyes and look back at Seungcheol, seeing him suck on his two fingers, moaning at the way you taste.
“Cheol- this is so dirty, even for you,” you moan, fully turning around and hiding your head in his neck.
“I don’t know what you mean, sweetheart,” he chuckles as he takes a hold of your face, leaning in slowly to kiss you – it always feels like he says I love you when his lips are against yours, “Are you okay? That was a lot,” he adds, resting his forehead against yours.
“I’m fine- I just feel clammy,” you pout, your fingers playing with the hem of his shirt and it takes everything in Seungcheol to not gasp when your fingers graze against his pants. Little does he knows you are doing it on purpose.
“Want to jump in the shower?” he asks, already parting from you before you grasp at his shirt mumbling something so softly he doesn’t even hear your words, “What was that, darling? Speak up for me, please?”
“No, I- want to keep going,” you whisper, not giving him any time to answer that you’re already kissing him, smoothly trying to get the upper hand before he grabs your jaw, setting out a rhythm that pleases him.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, beloved,” he says after breaking the kiss, letting go of your jaw, “You want me?” he whispers, his arms resting on the countertop behind you, caging you against him.
“Yes- please,” you say, looking up with doe eyes, “Need you- Need your cock,” you whimper, already grabbing at his shirt, pulling it up so he can get the clue.
“Fuck- Okay sweetheart, I’ll fuck you,” he says, grabbing at your waist, you lower back bumping against the counter, “Nice and slow, hm? Is that what you want?”
“Yeah- want you,” you whisper, kissing his neck, all the way up to his jaw, making him groan out. He gently taps at your upper thigh, wanting you up on the counter all for himself. Just like a meal.
He gently puts you down, your thighs immediately wrapping around his hips, feeling his cock pushing against your clothed pussy while you still try to get him to lose the shirt, “Get the shirt off,” you mumble, your words working just like you wanted – and even a little too well – as he takes a step back to take off his shirt and his pants – his briefs falling to the ground too, “Fuck- baby- didn’t know you were going to do a strip tease for me,” you chuckle, still not you used to the sight of your husband even after being with him for years.
“You’re so silly,” he says, coming back between your legs to kiss you, as you touch his shoulders, feeling his muscles move at the way he plays with your shirt, “Your turn,” he mumbles against your lips, pulling your shirt over your head and throwing it behind him, “Now, this needs to go,” he says as he snaps the waistband of your short against your skin making it redden before pulling it off along with your panties, “We’re so lucky we’re in the laundry room because we are about to get so dirty,” he jokes out, the mood feeling lighter than before, love taking its deserved place between you two.
“Now who’s the silly one, hm?” you chuckle, looking at him as if he holds the world in his hands – and probably some more, your words making him giggle before he works himself up again, his hand wrapping around his cock, pre-cum oozing at the tip, “You look so hot,” you whisper, your eyes transfixed on his movement and the way his cock twitches with pleasure.
“Are you ready for me, darling?” he asks, a blush on his face at the compliment, as he teases your hole with his cock, driving you more and more insane.
“Yeah- just fuck me,” you whine, your hips bucking towards him, “Like you know how to do. Only you know how to handle me.” you tell him, teasing him before he plunges into you, your walls adjusting around him, you two moaning at the pleasure to feel each other. To drown in each other.
“Baby- you feel so good- so, so good for me,” he whimpers, his hips slightly bucking towards you.
“You can move, baby,” you tell him, tapping his upper arm lightly before finding anchor on his shoulders, your hands playing with his hair at his nape. He sets a slow rhythm, trying to reach as deep as he can, his hips flush against yours, making you moan out every time he pushes back against you. You drop your head back, closing your eyes as he kisses down your chest, up to your neck and jaw. You feel him bite, suck everywhere he can reach while you can only pull at his hair, pressure building in your lower belly, your moans getting louder and louder.
“Feels good, baby? Am I handling you like you wanted me to?” he chuckles against your throat, his truths meeting your pussy harder, quicker as he chases after his own orgasm.
“Fuck- yeah, yeah, you’re the only who knows how to fuck me,” you choke out, pleasure building all the way up in your throat, feeling yourself teetering on the brink of your orgasm, “I’m so close, please, please, let me cum baby, please, Cheol,” you cry out, tears threatening to spill.
“Shit- hold it, p-please, wanna come with my wife, please,” he begs, his hips working harder to finally let go.
“Baby, fuck- Come with me, come with me,” you choke out, pulling on his hair harder, your thighs wrapping around his frame, “Fill me up, make me yours- Cum for your wife,” you moan, breaking the last thread of sanity you both were holding on, feeling Seungcheol’s cock twitch as you clutch around him, both of your orgasms washing over you, making you shudder at the strength of it all.
You slowly come back to yourself, feeling Seungcheol leave tiny kisses over your belly, your hands stroking his hair. He slowly looks up at you, his lips harboring a lovesick smile, his eyes shining with a thousand stars.
“If you were not my wife already, I’d ask you to marry me right now,” he chuckles, massaging your hips as he pulls out, his cum almost dripping on the counter top, “That was the best orgasm of my life.” He admits, adoration coming out on his features.
“You’re too silly for my own good,” you joke, slowly sitting up straighter, trying to avoid making an even bigger mess, “We really did a mess of ourselves,” you acknowledge, a smile ever still presents on your lips.
“It’s our turn to get cleaned up now,” he says lightly, picking you up bride style as you let out a little scream at the surprise of being in the air.
Seungcheol might be silly – for saying he’d marry you because you gave him a good orgasm – and much more, but you know where he is coming from. In fact, you’d marry him a hundred times more. For he takes care of you like no one ever will, for he holds your world in his hands and for he is your soulmate. (And also, for the mind-blowing orgasms).
thank you so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed! don't forget to like, reblog, comment 🫶 (and pls send all of your good energy to seungcheol so he can get up on his feet quickly!)
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🩵𝑺𝒂𝒎'𝒔 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍🩵
Sam Winchester x Fem!reader
Warnings: NSFT, MDNI, Crushing, friends to lovers, pet names, Sexual tension, Mellow sexual thoughts, Size kink, p in v, nipple play, multiple rounds, oral sex, praise kink, aftercare
Mentions: She/her reader pronouns, Reader wears a skirt, Reader is implied to be shorter than Sam, Imagining early seasons Sam, Dean is present
"In a world of boys, he's a gentleman"
AN: uhh I know I died for like a month but supernatural brain rot is incoming. Sam girl for life <3 anyhow, happy holidays loves. This is so self-indulging, sorry babes.
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Sam Winchester is an awkward man. He's so respectful he doesn't know what to do with himself sometimes. But don't mistake his sweet attitude for a lack of attraction.
When you bend over to pick his book up off the floor for him, he notices your skirt sliding up your thighs. He quickly looks away as he runs a hand through the back of his messy brown hair.
Sam always opens the door of the Impala for you when you join him and Dean on road trips. He notices the way you let your hand brush over his arm as you help yourself into the car. Dean just lets out a small laugh as he climbs into the driver's seat.
Sam watches you saunter around the motel room in his shirt. Under the claim that 'it's just more comfortable'. He loves the way your figure is swallowed up by his larger clothes.
Sometimes it was almost degrading how respectful he was. In truth, you were trying to get his attention. To catch him peaking under your skirt, getting hard from seeing you in his shirt, or him finally being pushed over the edge by your 'discreet' affectionate touches. You swore you were gonna have to climb in his lap and say "fuck me" for him to actually do it.
In truth, Sam wasn't oblivious to what you wanted. Rather he was too kind to give it to you. He thought you were so precious that he needed to deny you. Sleeping with you would be too personal, too intimate and he wouldn't be able to let go of you after.
Dean let out a small laugh, Sam and him were alone in the hotel room while you went to go get dinner for the three. "What, Dean?" Sam asked in his partially sassy attitude as he read through his book. "Nothing nothing...it's just funny watching her pawn for you. Think you might be hurtin' her feelings." Dean smirked as he looked over at his little brother. Sam sighed in response, knowing he could only be talking about you. "I'm not that stupid, I know what she wants...I just..." he ran a hand through his hair "I don't think I should".
"Sammy" Dean inquires "Look, she knows what we do. She hasn't gone running yet and she's perfectly human, there's nothing dangerous about that girl" he chuckles. "I know you're afraid because of what happened but...I think this might be something worth risking".
Sam let Dean's words simmer in his thoughts all night. For once he might actually agree with his older brother.
The next night you and Sam were alone. You finally spilled, being brutally honest. Sam watched with a bit of shock as you admitted how you'd be pawning for him. All your actions had a purpose and how bad you wanted to be his girlfriend. You almost wanted to cry with how emotionally overwhelmed this made you trying to explain yourself.
"Lovely, I'm sorry..." Sam stands as he cups your cheek and tilts your head up to meet his gaze. "I know you want me but I was being selfish because I know if I...indulge myself in you, I won't be able to let you go ever again." he explained, his voice was so gentle and his eyes reminded you of a puppy with the way he looked at you.
"Maybe...I'm a little selfish too" you chime in "I just...I wanna be yours so bad that I don't really care what happens".
Those words alone tumbled the tension between both of you over the edge. Sam's kisses were soft then heated and needy. He had you pushed against the motel wall while both of you discarded your clothes. His larger figure covered you as he kissed you desperately. His hands engulfed your hips as he gripped them.
Once you two were on the bed, his hands fondled your breasts, teasing your nipples between his fingers. His chest pressed into your back as he kissed along your neck. You reached back to tangle a hand into his hair.
Sam was so sweet but he was a fucking god in bed. He knew exactly where to kiss, fondle, and tease. Nothing but deeply slurred words of "How does that feel?", "You okay?", "Taking me so well, lovely", and "Good girl...". You went three rounds with him...
He rubbed your clit and toyed with your nipples, leaving kisses and sucking up your neck. You came on his fingers, feeling him stretch you open. You wanted to watch his strong hands fuck into you so bad.
He nestled himself between your thighs. His tongue lapping up your first orgasm. You watched as you tugged on his hair, noticing the dominant look in his eyes. His hands gripping your thighs to keep them spread as you squirmed beneath him. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked on it until he fucked his tongue inside you while you came again.
Then finally he fills you with his cock, only after making sure you were okay. He had you stuffed to the brim, grunts and moans leaving him with each thrust. He pressed his forehead against yours as he kissed your cervix with the tip of his dick.
When you came for a third time, he let you ride your high until he pulled out and finished on your stomach. A gentleman as always, not stuffing you with his cum on the first night. Even if you wouldn't have minded.
Sam carefully cleaned you up in the bath. Warm water envelops you both. He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder and gently rubbed your side as he cleaned you up. His actions are no longer lustful, this was just affectionate. "Did you enjoy yourself? Wasn't too much?" he asked softly, his expression back to looking like a puppy. "I'm fine, Sammy. It was perfect..." You smiled and kissed him softly.
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i don’t know why but the way sam plays with the dog makes my heart melt ☹️
#the little hand motions 🥹#his voice makes it better#like come on :(((#sammy <333#sam monroe#sam monroe smut#sam monroe x reader#hayden christensen#anakin skywalker#anakin skywalker smut#anakin smut#star wars#life as a house#star wars fanfiction#anakin imagine#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin star wars#star wars fandom
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Bro I miss my boy Sammy so fucking much, I will literally sell my left kidney to see more of him again, honestly my thing for pathetic masochist men is showing a little bit too much
idk can you, kind sir, list off some of Sammy’s kinks?
I believe the most notable kink is pet play. It doesn't seem like a huge deal on the surface, but Sammy already wears a dog collar with your name on it and will crumble under the usage of two words. "Good Boy." Sammy's a pretty big guy - he likes being on his knees/all fours as he feels it gives you more control over him. In precious fics it was mentioned Sam will sometimes run a leash through the sleeve of his sweater so you can lead him around discretely without strangers knowing you have him collared.
Knife/Gun Play + a bit of Fear play - The first fic Sammy starred in had his darling sticking a gun down his throat. His family has always thought... differently of death having come from a long line of morticians. There's nothing more romantic / orgasmic for Sam than placing his life and well-being into your hands. Knowing you'd never put him in real mortal danger is probably the best part of it- The knife play provides pleasure from the pain, and you leaving your physical mark on him.
Check out the rack on this guy- I mean, Sammy has an extremely sensitive chest. So much so that he can cum without any stimulation down below just from you toying with his nipples. A bit hesitant to get them pierced if you're not the one in charge of the needle, but will go through with it anyway so long as you hold his hand and pick out the jewelry.
Loves when you use your teeth. His fingers, his neck, his tits- Even better if you bite hard enough to leave a bruise for a couple hours. Loses his mind whenever you leave your imprint on him <3
Spanking - I will not elaborate besides it's ten times hotter for him when it's for discipline. Sammy's a quiet guy, but sometimes he just can't control his anger towards those who bother you. Best way to help him cool down is to remind him who's in charge
#Sammy my oc#yandere#yandere imagines#yandere oc#yandere x you#yandere insert#yandere blurb#male yandere#yandere scenarios#yandere x reader#yandere headcanons#sub yandere#yandere smut#yandere drabble
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Maid dress
nsfw!!
schlatt jerking off to reader while she's streaming, obvi inspired when j bought wenston some maid outfits and people were calling him his sugar daddy lols
a/n ; 886 words :)
reader flaunts herself at the camera, spinning whilst she tries on the maid outfit schlatt had bought her, " chat, do i look pretty? " she smiles as she assembles the outfit
meanwhile schlatt was on the call with her, eyes immensely focused on her live stream, " jesus fuck, you look worse " he mutters as reader glares at him through the camera
" well, you bought this for me, so maybe it's not me who's the problem " she rolls her eyes at him as schlatt chuckles, not taking his eyes off his screen once
the two had been close friends for over a year now, meeting through, shamefully, the dsmp, the duo are very different ccs on their own, reader being more into makeup and gaming whilst schlatt's varies
ever since they first met on the server the two just sparked a connection, coming off as frenemies for the public, a banter of theirs but exactly off camera, it was a whole different story
schlatt is reader's sugar daddy
at first reader would just joke about being broke, " oh my fucking godd it's so pretty but i dont wanna waste my money ", " that's so fucking expensive ", " okay im broke " until schlatt got tired and actually offered her to be her sugar daddy
at first reader thought it was a joke, a silly new banter for them but nope!, every week, new parcels would arrive on the streamer's doorstep with small notes, but chat doesn't know that, chat doesn't need to know that
" fine, ill get you a new one done " he mumbles, as he scrolls through amazon, " anime french maid apron lolita fancy dress cosplay costume furry cat ear gloves socks set " he reads out the title causing reader to chuckle as they wear the stockings for the uniform
" oh it comes in pink " he added as reader smiles, " i like pink " she replies as schlatt scoffs, " of course you do "
as the girl sits down on her bed to wear the stockings, schlatt's eyes linger down on her bare thighs, enjoying the view as he leans back on his chair
" do you need something else too? " he mutters as reader gasps, " oh my gosh! you should buy me that uhm... blaire doll thing " she smiles as schlatt shakes his head, " blaire doll thing? " he repeats her, " the fuck is that? "
reader tries to wear the collar to complete the look, " it's like a doll! " she states as she grabs her phone to show off the picture
" that's an ugly looking doll " he mutters, as he gulps, looking down at his now hard on, unironically finding reader in a whole cat maid dress... hot
" more uglier than you are " she retorts as he chuckles, " guess no more doll for you then " schlatt replies, shrugging as reader gasps, now pouting
" im kiddingggg pleaseee buy me one? " she pleads looking at the camera as her live chat speeds up, " .. fuck.. " he groans out, not loud enough for his mic to pick up, him slowly sliding in his hand inside his shorts
" please please please " she continues, as she reads off the chat, " please jschlatt senpai " she bursts out laughing, mentally cringing as schlatt chuckles, " ..fine "
" yay! chat! we fucking wonnn! " she celebrates as she jumps around the frame, clasping her hands together, " we're the best at this shit " she shrugs, smug, unaware that the man she's in a call with is already jerking off to her
" reader.., think im gonna mute for a sec, gotta do something " he mumbles as reader nods, understanding, " bet, im gonna talk with chat for a bit " she smiles, as schlatt immediately mutes himself
" fuck.. what a fucking whore.. i didn't actually think she'd do a stream " schlatt chuckles, amused as he palms himself, as reader did what she said, interacting with her audience
" what a pretty slut holy shit " he chuckles, clearly amused as he bites his lip, his rough hand playing with his dick
" chat i look so pretty right? " reader asks, fixing her hair as chat spams yes, " you damn sure are " he mumbles, as he grabs the base of his cock, using his saliva for lube
" ah fuck, fucking.. so fucking pretty " he breathes out, his body shuddering slightly as he jerks himself off, his eyes never leaving her
" fuck.. fuck.. " schlatt throws his head back as he leans back on his chair, fastening his pace, " stupid fucking whore.. "
he moans out, lifting his shirt up, as he continues to palm himself at the sight of her, he's never gonna buy her those stupid costumes again
or maybe he'll rain her with more gifts, then maybe a flight to texas so she can show everything off to him... maybe
his lashes flutter, fastening his already fast pace as he continues to moan, " stupid fucking slut, .. shit... pretty- pretty whore " he stammers
he can feel his precum leaking as reader talks with her chat, innocent yet suggestive, that stupid maid dress, if schlatt can immediately fly to london, he fucking would, he'd immediately bend her over, not caring if she was streaming or not and fuck her like some animal
" ah fuck! " he moans loudly, his semen, spurting on his keyboard making a fucking mess, " shit... " he groans out
maybe instead of ordering her a new costume, maybe he'll fly her out instead
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Let's Talk
Summary – You have a hard time watching Jake be ogled, and he has a remedy to remind you what's yours.
Pairings – Jake Kiszka x F!Reader
Word Count – 3.1k
Warnings – 18+ MINORS DNI!!! oral (f!receiving), face-riding, unprotected sex, dumbification, LOTS of dirty talk, cockwarming if you squint, spanking, mentions of alcohol
You had really fucking had it this time.
Was it a normal thing for Jake to be ogled? Yes! How could he not be?
It was far too easy to find yourself staring at him; so you truly couldn’t blame anyone else for doing so. With an air of confidence, he enters a room and every eye falls onto him.
He is an enigma to all (except you, of course) and it felt like damn near every girl at that godforsaken bar was on a mission to have his eyes so much as glance their way. He knows this, of course. How could he not?
But behind his mysterious, debonair exterior, he’s Jake. Your Jake. Your soft, sweet Jake who raids your pantry to make you breakfast in bed and fills your car with gas because “why do you ever let your tank run that low?! It’s not safe!” he had argued (but he still fills it up every time).
He’s your loving, tender Jake who litters you with kisses at any given moment and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck when the poor thing feels as if he isn’t getting enough of your attention. That, and he can’t stand not to be touching you in any form or fashion. He’s just like a little lovesick puppy!
And no matter how hard you try to remind yourself of these things, to be rational, you can’t help but have to bite your tongue. The jealousy eats away at you and it infuriates you to no end. You hate yourself for it.
Which is why tonight at the bar, you bit your tongue so hard you’re sure small trickles of blood had seeped their way into your mouth. Jake stood by the bar; an arm securely wrapped around your waist as he beckons the bartender over with a simple raise of his fingers.
Of course, when it’s Jake, it’s not hard to get anyone’s attention; unwanted or not. And that was abundantly clear from the blonde at the end of the bar, twirling her straw in her cocktail as she eyed your boyfriend.
Her eyes moved up and down, and you notice they became stuck on his exposed chest and silver necklaces dangling against his tanned skin. And, oh god, do you hate her for it.
Stop it. Your conscience pleads with you to (for lack of a better phrase) chill the fuck out!
Jake could tell you were a bit pouty. He knows you all too well. And just as assumed, he knew he was being eye-fucked by the blonde at the end of the bar (and one hidden away in a booth in the back, but like hell he was planning on telling you that).
Part of him hates himself for finding your jealousy so amusing. And in all honesty, if he saw a man looking at you the way that women have looked at him, he’d be raising hell.
“You okay, baby?” He grins as the two of you walk into your home after your excursion to the bar, tossing his car keys on the kitchen counter.
“Mhm.” You hum. Short and sweet. He won’t expect a thing, right?
You’re kidding yourself and you know it.
“Yeah?” He replies, crowding your space immediately from behind. He takes the curves of your hips in each of his palms, his breath tinted with the Maker’s Mark he had a glass of at the bar. Top shelf only for him, of course. “You were awfully quiet tonight. Getting shy on me all of a sudden, princess?”
You can hear the subtle teasing in his voice, and you’re sure he knows exactly what you were sulking for. But you simply answer, not ready to give yourself away too quickly. “No, just tired is all.”
“Just tired is all,” he mocks you with a low chuckle. You’re a terrible liar, always have been. “It’s cute that you think you could ever lie to me.” He adds, lips grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck – it already feels too much but not enough.
And when his lips ghost over the shell of your ear, you feel a rush of heat between your thighs, and you swear your knees may give out. How he’s able to turn you into a puddle of yourself so quickly? You’ll never know.
“Come on, princess,” he sounds, and just like that it’s over. His hands are removed from your hips and he moves in front of you, his arm outstretched to you and his body facing the stairs. “Let’s go to bed then if you’re so tired.”
You try to hide your huff of annoyance, aching to have his touch again after being subjected to watch women drool over him all night. So you decide, no, you’re not going upstairs. Your arms cross over your chest like an insolent child who didn’t get what they wanted. Stubborn and spoiled. And your act of defiance is certainly not lost on him.
“No?” He quirks up an eyebrow at you, “Is the princess suddenly not tired? Sure are moody, though. What’s that about?”
God, you hate him. You hate that he’s finding your frustration the slightest bit entertaining. He’s taunting you, dangling the carrot in your face just to see you bite back.
He huffs out a laugh at your silence. “Oh, so we don’t wanna talk now, hm? That’s alright. We’ll see how long that lasts.”
Before you can even blink, you’re thrown over his shoulder like a rag doll. A surprised shriek slips out of you as he trudges up the stairs and in the direction of your bedroom. Smaller in stature he may be, but weak is not a way you would ever describe him.
“Jake!” You scold him, not having any of his shit right now. “Put me down!”
“Oh, so we are talking now?” He muses, depositing you on the neatly made bed. He hovers over you, standing at the foot of the bed where he practically threw you on it.
“How about this then, princess?” He taunts, “Since you’re suddenly in the mood to talk, I say we play a little game. You talk, I listen.”
Seems easy enough…a little too easy.
“Everything off.” There it is.
He strides over to the bed, climbing on before laying on his back. His head rests against the pillow as you continue eyeing him, slowly peeling your clothes off your body until your stark naked and sitting on your heels on the bed.
“So obedient, my pretty girl. And so fucking beautiful when you listen, aren’t you?” He coos. “Come have a seat, princess,” he beckons, still fully clothed, “talk to me.”
With a bite to the inside of your cheek, you rise from your sitting position to straddle his lap. And just as you begin to settle yourself –
“Uh-uh,” he tuts. “Not quite, baby.”
Your incredulous look makes him laugh. What else could he have wanted?
“Come on,” he encourages, placing his hands on your hips. “Up you go, princess.”
With a quick slap to your ass, he hoists you up further. Your eyes go wide and you yelp at the crack of his hand hitting your skin, your heart racing as your knees straddle either side of his head.
“Good girl,” he praises, his hands trailing up the sides of your thighs and to your hips to keep you steady. “Go on, princess. Tell me what’s got you so pouty. Wanna help.”
Considering you’re at a loss for words and can’t think straight with him eye-level with your cunt, you suddenly don’t even know why you were upset to begin with. But another swat to your ass quickly brings you back to consciousness.
“F-fuck,” you whimper, your head falling down and fingers gripping his hair. “They were staring at you…at the bar.” You manage out.
“Yeah? Who was, princess?” He’s teasing you even more now, pressing the gentlest of kisses to your clit until you choke out his name and begin tugging on the roots of his hair. He knows you can’t answer; you’re already too far gone and he’s hardly started.
But your impending fear that he would stop has you rushing out the words through uneven breaths.
“The girls at the bar,” you croak out as his lips continue pressing small kisses to your bundle of nerves. “Hated the way they looked at you. I was fucking jealous. I’m sorry.”
Pleased with your answer (even if he already knew it), he grins. And you can feel it against you before he presses one final kiss to your pearl.
“But you see, princess,” he says, smoothing his hands over your hips. “No one else gets to have this. Just because they see my face, doesn’t mean they get to fuck it like you do, do they?”
“N-no.” You reply, desperate to feel his mouth on you again.
“Good girl,” he croons. “And what they don’t know is that I get to have my face fucked by the prettiest little pussy whenever I please. Get to have your scent all over me. ‘Cause it’s yours, isn’t it, princess?”
“Yes, sir.” You peep, unable to form another word if your life depended on it.
Not only were you insanely turned on and dripping because his face was buried between your thighs, but it’s also due to how he speaks to you with such dominance and authority. He could have you on your knees (both literally and figuratively) with the snap of his fingers.
With one more praise of good girl, he dives back in, immediately sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking against it like a man starved. You feel your eyes roll back, a whining desperate mess above him. The tugging on his hair only gets tighter as he grips your hips to keep you against him.
You’re sure there will be marks, and you aren’t mad about it either. You need him tethered to you in every way possible.
He expertly licks through your folds, tongue gently prodding at your entrance as his nose brushes your clit. You can’t fight the whimper that leaves your lips, your pussy fluttering around the tip of his tongue. And when he groans at the feeling, you swear you’re done for.
“Jake,” you gasp, tightening your hold on his hair. He doesn’t seem to mind, though. He hums against your cunt, flicking your arousal against your clit before sucking it past his lips once more.
“Yeah, princess? Feel that sweet little cunt fucking squeezing my tongue. That feel good? Feel good to take what’s yours?”
And before you have time to catch your breath, his tongue finds your entrance again. He wastes no time going harder, faster this time. His tongue fucks into you relentlessly, nose nudging your clit in perfect timing. It’s sloppy and wet and downright sinful.
You can hardly register when it happens, you’re so far gone, but you cum hard against his tongue. Grinding your hips against his tongue to chase the feeling for as long as your body will allow while you cry out his name like a hymn.
And he can’t get enough of it either, ravaging you and swallowing every bit he can muster until you pry yourself off of him.
You look him over, his mouth, chin, and nose glistening with remnants of you. It’s enough to stir you back up again, your overstimulation be damned. Your lips crash into his, and he’s eager to capture them with his own, maneuvering you to straddle his lap.
“Fuck, my sweet girl,” he breathes out. “Did so fucking good. Came so hard for me. Could eat that pussy until it suffocates me, I swear.”
You gasp when you feel his hardened cock through his jeans that he wore out make contact with your swollen clit.
Grinding against him, you whimper against his lips at the new feeling bubbling within your tummy. He groans, feeling the slightest bit of relief as you grind against him. With the amount of wetness you felt between your thighs even after your orgasm, you’re sure that you’re absolutely soaking the fabric.
“This what you want, baby?” He murmurs. “Want my cock? Wanna fuck what’s yours?”
“Please.” You whimper, grinding down against him with a bit more force this time before moving your hips upwards to allow him to undress.
He practically moans when he sees the wet splotch of your arousal on the crotch of his jeans. “Fuck, princess. So fucking wet for me.”
“Jake, please,” you whine, tugging at his pants in an effort to make him move faster.
“Oh, my needy little thing.” He teases, resuming pulling his pants down along with his boxers. “Just had her pussy fucked with my tongue and can’t wait for more, can you?”
You shake your head no, trying to will yourself to calm down. You don’t want him to think he has the power, even though he knows all too well that he already does.
“I know, princess.” He soothes you with his tone, tossing his pants and boxers on the floor along with your clothes.
His dick stands tall, pressed against his stomach as precome leaks from the slit on the swollen head. He gives himself two languid strokes with his fist, hissing at the feeling. “Can’t wait to have you wrapped up around me…all tight and sweet and warm- fuck, come here, baby. Take it. Take what’s yours.”
You’re quick to crawl back to him, desperate to have him inside of you as you grasp his shoulders for balance. Using one hand, you grasp him, whimpering when you feel his crown just lining up with your weeping hole.
Jake holds your waist, patiently waiting for you to sink down around him. And when you do, you could cry from how good and full you feel already. You keen as you feel the familiar and pleasurable sting that only happens when he’s this deep inside you.
“Shit,” He hisses, fighting the urge to fuck upwards into you. “Feels so good, princess. This cock is yours, baby. Everything is yours.”
And that’s more than enough to encourage you to begin riding him, rolling your hips back and forth at an even pace. You whine and mewl from above him as he holds your waist, encouraging you with each movement you make.
You’re both a complete wreck already. Jake is already so close to coming and you’d hardly started moving your hips against him.
“Whose cock is this?”
You hated when he made you talk. You could listen to him go on and on all day about nothing that truly mattered (especially in bed). But you hate having to talk as well. You feel like you were nowhere near as good at it as he is.
In hopes that he’ll somehow forget what he asked, you resume your movements and peel your eyes away, beginning to go faster in hopes that you’ll truly distract him. But that sure as hell doesn’t work.
“Uh-uh,” He scolds, using his free hand to take your chin and turn it to face him. Eye-to-eye. “Eyes on me, princess. Now tell me whose cock this is. Wanna hear you, sweet girl. Tell me nice and loud.”
You’re embarrassed. If your cheeks could turn any darker in this moment, you’re sure they would. And you don’t want to answer him, suddenly bashful even when he’s buried inside of you as you bounce on his cock.
Displeased with your lack of a response, he angles his hips upwards, meeting you halfway to send himself deeper into the depths of your cunt. It catches you off guard to say the least, but only causes you to move faster, further onto him to chase that feeling again.
“It’s mine, sir,” you whine, words rushed and breathless. “It’s mineit’smineit’smine!” You continue, drunk off his cock and so close to coming you can’t hardly stand it.
Jake groans, continuing to push his hips upwards. “Yes, princess. My good fucking girl. It’s fucking yours.”
You want him to come harder than he ever has; want his cum deep inside you because it really is yours. He’s yours.
“Taking me so well, princess.” He pants. “Riding me so fucking good. Go on, baby. Want you to come again. Soak my cock, baby.”
Your words become mush, incoherent babbles as you continue fucking yourself on him. You can’t hardly breathe anymore, your chest heaving for breath as you feel the knot inside of you threatening to snap.
“Oh, princess…” he coos, “My dumb little baby. Can’t even get a word out when my cock’s buried inside you. Can’t even help it, can you?” He snaps his hips upwards more forcefully than before, an unforgiving pace that allows you some sort of reprieve from the burning in your thighs.
The moan that rips from your chest would have caused you to curl in on yourself in embarrassment, but right now you can’t seem to care. The way he’s fucking into you, the way he’s speaking to you…it’s too much for your already fucked-out brain to handle.
“Gonna come!” You muster out, your voice cracking as you grip his shoulders tighter.
“Yeah?” Jake taunts, still snapping into you as your pussy contracts around him. “Do it, princess. I can feel you fucking squeezing me so tight- fuck, baby. Gonna make me fucking come, aren’t you?”
You want to answer him; you really do. But all you can muster is a nod as your orgasm rips through you, your mouth dropping open and your cunt locking down around Jake as it fights to keep him inside. Your ears ring as you pulse around him, unsure if you’re making noise or not at this point.
Jake’s orgasm washes over him, choking out a moan of your name as he buries himself as far as he can. He spills inside of you, cum spurting from his swollen tip and into you. You feel him coating your walls as your vision returns to you, his eyebrows furrowed and sweat glimmering his forehead.
God, he’s beautiful all the time, but especially like this.
The two of you are a breathless mess, feeling the his cum mixing with yours as it seeps down your inner thighs. You breathe out a laugh, your forehead falling against his as he wraps his arm around you.
“I’m yours, princess.” His voice is as soft as silk as he traces his fingertips along your spine. “You know that don’t you?”
You smile, lashes fluttering as you wrap your arms around his neck. He makes your heart feel warm – even when you don’t deserve it; even when you’re acting like a brat.
“I do now.” You tease, attempting to bite back a smile but ultimately failing when you hear him giggle.
“Oh, princess,” He tightens his arms around you. “What are we gonna do with you?”
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messy - oneshot (18+)!!
jschlatt x reader.
a/n: idk if its bc im ovulating or something but i have so many inappropriate thoughts in my head im so sorry guys but yeah this was inspired by a vid i saw on twitter ifykyk and also guys this literally doesnt have a plot its just straight up smut. this is my first time writinf this stuff so go easy on me please
your hips bucked against schlatt’s mutton chops. whines and pants of overstimulation filled the dark room. it was your fourth time cumming because of schlatt’s tongue. and it was about to be your fifth.
“f-fuck jay…”
you moaned out in a breath. this only egged on the man more. your plush thighs squeezing around his face as he held your legs open. he hummed at the taste of you, making a vibration you very much enjoyed.
despite the almost pleasureful numbing feeling between your legs, you could feel his pointed tongue circling your bud. he flicks his tongue back and forth between it and the space of your hole. he starts tracing his name, ensuring you knew the spelling.
j - you felt weaker than ever, like putty in schlatt’s hands.
s - a desperate whine came from you
c - you need to cum. badly.
h - you started hearing grunts from the man
l - a warmth bubbled up in you, desperate for an eruption
a - you’re sure schlatt has nutted in his briefs just from the taste of you judging from the noises hes made
t - you felt the same feeling of riding a steep rollercoaster that was on the edge of falling
t - waves of overwhelming hot pleasure rippled throughout your stomach and you pulled on schlatt’s hair, who was making eye contact with you
jschlatt laps up the clear-ish white nectar that came from you. he gets up from kneeling as you heard some bones cracking. in your view was a wet spot on his underwear.
“oh honey,” you panted. “you got a little something there.”
on his mutton chops was leftovers of your juice,
“i guess i got kinda messy toots,” schlatt lowly chuckles.
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He bends you over the sink and this is the view you get in the mirror
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slave-for-you
Sam carpenter x fem!reader
warnings:grinding, licking, humiliation, strap-ons, (no full background), degradation, slight public!sex
summary: once Sam had saw your Britney Spears Halloween costume she couldn’t help but make you her slave.
You hadn’t known how it had gotten here. One second you were dancing and feeling yourself the next you were being pulled towards a random room and bent over.
“had you really thought you could get away with that?” Sam had warned you what would happen if you wore your outfit. But you didn’t listen because you never do.
“Sam- wait! What if they hear?!” Sam just sighed and pulled down your shorts before filling you to the brim with her thickest strap on.
This one must have been new. You had never felt this full before but you were glad nonetheless.
she started thrusting in you like crazy. It made you go wild with moans. Usually Sam would shut you up but today she wanted to make sure everyone knew what SHE was doing to you.
she keeps thrusting fast ,never slowing down. “Oh slut. Why would you not listen? If I had been in a bad mood I’d just have you warm my strap as a punishment” you immediately gasps knowing how much that would suck. But before you can complain and protest about that possible outcome Sam shuts you up by thrusting harshly before going back to how she normally did it.
she kept thrusting in you so fucking good until she saw how you were trying to hold back.
she knew you would be too scared so she decided to take matters in her own hands as she pulled out immediately before grinding her strap against you, making you whine so fucking pathetically.
It felt so good you didn’t know if you wanted her to grind or actually fully fuck you. As she put her mouth next to your neck you thought she was gonna give you some teasing bites but instead she gives you small but sloppy licks as she continues grinding like crazy.
you’re so close. So fucking close! But as you feel it all building up she stops and starts to thrust her strap in and out of you in a way that seems like she really wants to stretch you out.
“your pussy’s mines. No one else’s. You’re mines to fuck. Mines to love. And mines to claim.” She whispers in your ear after giving you one more neck lick. “And don’t fucking forget it.” And oh you wouldn’t. With the way you were whimpering made it clear that Sam was doing her job.
she started to thrust into you normally again and so fucking roughly it made you go crazy as you finally started to cum.
to your surprise Sam didn’t stop you or ruin it. She let you. Knowing that you’ve now realized your place. You were gonna start listening to her from now on.
as she her thrust becomes sloppy and she cums herself she then decides to slow down before pulling out causing you in your sex drunk state to gasp in surprise at the suddenly loss.
she kissed you once more but riyvjtly before pulling away.
She spoke with huskily and deeply as her eyes were darker than usually. “Time to go. We’ll finish this at home.
you couldn’t say no or deny her.
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Our Nest
Media Phantom Halo / My Left Hand Man
Character Samuel Emmerson
Couple Samuel X Reader
Rating Cute Af
Concept Cuddles in the Cold
I fixed my hair in my reflection giving the bangs an adjustment, I grabbed my tall purple bottle from the vanity and generously spritzed my neck and body before returning it to its place. I picked up my handbag and headed out of my room grabbing my keys as I went. I saw my mother sprawled across the white and blue floral sofa and quite frankly didn't want to give her the time of day, but as I got to the porch I found my guilt overwhelming and I turned around to go to the sofa I checked her pulse and she was still alive even if it was crazy as usual, I made her a glass of water sitting it on the table put her stuff back in her box making sure to lock it up tight, throwing away the needle and putting a blanket over her. I headed out locking the door behind me scampering down the steps and into the night. I headed down a few blocks to the small convenience store grabbing some chips, some candy, and just general snacks. Once I paid and left I headed to my true destination I headed down the street soon enough arriving at the half-broken little house with the light on within and a single light off on the outside. I saw a sweet sight Samuel sat on the porch steps in his cheap knock-off high tops from the local market, a pair of light wash blue jeans two sizes too big for him with the knees almost worn out and a few holes in need of repair as they began to get scraggly, his plain white t-shirt with them an unbuttoned short sleeve yellow shirt with some kind of pattern in not sure what. He was fluffy as usual smiling widely as the comic book in his hand, his arms pale and slightly shivering where he'd clearly been outside a good while, I went over and sat down on the stone beside him tussling his fluffy hair which made him jump but blush
"Oh uhh hi y/n"
"Hi Sammy, what's happening here then?" I asked looking over to see the comic he happily moved it closer letting me see his face lighting up excitedly
"Ah this is the new issue, the phantom halo is locked in this death struggle trying to save the" he explained but cut himself off "Sorry, it's stupid,"
"When did I say it was stupid?"
"You didn't but, you don't wanna hear about my comics," he says packing it away with a few others beside him, I smiled and gently rested my hand on his wrist making him freeze up
"You have a nasty habit of jumping to conclusions Sammy. If you wanna talk about it I wanna hear about it" I smiled giving his cheek a kiss which turned his whole face crimson
"You sure your okay listening to me ramble about comics?"
"If it makes you happy I'm very excited to learn more" I smiled leaning on his shoulder he excitedly got his comics and began explaining in very intense detail everything in the issue even going on tangents about characters and motivations, lore and info. I had to admit I wasn't a big comic fan especially compared to Samuel I didn't know half of what he was talking about but I was just happy listening to him be so excited and energetic and I did my best to ask questions and clarify things with the little info I did know to let him explained and go on even more tangents till At Last he finished up and gave my head a little kiss
"You don't have to listen to me if you don't want to"
"I like listening to you" I smiled before I heard a loud bang and shouting from within the house "What was that?" I asked sitting up
"That's my dad." He says nervously "he's drunk"
"What's he angry about today?"
"Becket. As per usual."
"When did he get back?"
"A few hours ago" he shrugs
"That, How long have you been out here?" I asked carefully stroking up his ice-cold arm
He nods "I was working on the car, he locked the doors"
"Come here" I cooed opening my arms he smiled and happily cuddled up to me I wasn't that warm but I was more than happy to share my warmth with him "You wanna go sit in the car? It'll keep us warmer?"
"Yeah let's go"
We got up and took our stuff around the side of the house and into the back garden where his dad's old car sat, he'd been fixing it up as long as I could remember but it did serve us well as we often slept in it on the nights we get locked out. We both climbed into the back into the nest we had built in the backseats with the well-repaired seats, cheap thrift store cushions, and multiple various blankets we had picked up mostly from discount racks around town making sure to shut the car up tight. I got out my snacks which we happily shared as we got wrapped up both cuddled together and with our many blankets and cushions having folded down the front seats as much as we could. I made sure we both wrapped up tight with a blanket around our shoulders two over our legs and cushions sat between our bodies and the doors building our nest for the night as usual as we both knew how cold it can get these nights.
"I take it things aren't great with your mum?"
"Could be better. Could be worse." I answered, "She's using again."
"I'm sorry y/n"
"It's fine. Nothing we can do about it."
"You wanna stay here tonight?"
"If I can?"
"You're always welcome you know that,"
"Yeah, don't really wanna go home," I said cuddling closer to him
"Okay, we'll keep each other safe, cosy, and warm" he smiled
"Thank you, Sammy"
"You're welcome, thank you too y/n for everything"
"You’re always welcome Sammy" I smile giving his lips a soft kiss.
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how it was on your honeymoon with chuckle sammy
masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. smut. afab!reader & gn!reader. 2.2k words total. sfw version.
ted - afab!reader, shorter blurb, ted being a tease, teasing, fingering, dirty talk, sheet humping, implied oral sex (reader receiving)
ted teased you all throughout the day, mercilessly. he wanted to work you up for that night. after all, you were married now, it wasn't the same as dating sex.
”ted c'mon hands off.” you pulled his hand from your thigh and dropped it back in his lap. ”you can wait until we get to the hotel, can't you my love?” ted faked a moment of thought. ”yeah, course i can.” you nodded to him and quickly kissed his cheek. not even five minutes later, his hand was back on your thigh, inching closer to your sex.
by the time you'd gotten to the hotel, you were all hot and bothered and frustrated. ”what is wrong with you?” you roll your suitcase out of the way and turn around to face your husband. he reached for your arm, pulling you closer until he can get his hands perched your waist, flushing your chests together. ”what do you mean sweetheart? what did i do?” in all reality he knew what he was doing and he was enjoying every second of your irritation. you scowl at him and he laughs, pressing a kiss to your lips. when he pulls away, it's not far, just far enough to whisper against your mouth, ”is there anything i can do to make it better my dear?” his hands travel south, to the sides of your thighs. ”i think there might be.” despite the small smile on your lips, your tone is still firm and frustrated. ”oh yeah?”
there was a flurry of sloppy, open-mouthed, loud making out and clothes flying everywhere as ted guided you back to the bed.
- ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ -
”sweetheart look at how wet y'are for me.” your husband pulled his hand away from your slit and you whined at the loss of contact. you watched him turn his middle and index fingers in the light to show off the slick you'd covered them with. ”ted, c'mon. stop teasing me.” he chuckled and kissed the inside of your thigh before he slid his fingers along your slit and when you went to protest again, cut you off by plunging his fingers into your cunt.
the sleep depravity, the hours of buildup, him, his fingers, the warmth of the room, how the sheets felt, it all added to how good his fingers felt pumping in and out of you, his other hand plants firmly on the plush of your thigh, keeping you close to him. on occasion he'd kiss at your clit, trailing down to where his fingers worked you open. ”god you're gorgeous hon'.” you almost didn't pick up on his words because all you could really hear was your mewls and the sound of his fingers moving with your fluids.
when you pulled your head up from the pillow and down at the man between your legs, you could see his hips moving. he was bucking into the sheets trying to release some of the friction in his pants and it only turned you on more. ”baby, fuck– come up here and–” you whined at how he slowed his fingers and tilted his head at you in interest, although he knew how you hated it when he slowed down. ”teddy come up here and fuck me.” you reached your hand down from where it had fisted at the sheets to the side of his face, caressing his cheek. ”not until you've come undone like this f'me. you understand right my dear? just wanna make you feel good.” before you can challenge his words, he picks up the pace and puts his tongue to work at your clit. your hand moves rather frantically up to his hair and you grab tight, throwing your head back once again. it was gonna be a long night for you.
charlie - afab!reader & one use of 'girl', nervous!charlie, praise, kind of service dom!charlie
since you and charlie got on that first plane, he'd been worried about what your expectations would be for your first night as a married couple. sure, you'd had sex plenty of times before but this was different. you were married now and in his mind there were certain expectations that came with that. of course you were so preoccupied with the flights and getting to the hotel that night that you didn't seem to notice his nervous demeanour.
”you ready to go?” you squeezed your new husband's hand to get his attention away from the ceiling. ”hm, yeah, m'ready.” you gave him an unsure look but nonetheless kept walking through and up to the ticket check for the next plane.
with how unsure he seemed in the airport about whatever was on his mind, it made you worry, and that entire next flight you held your hand in his or on his thigh, even while you were asleep. and as much as he enjoyed the physical display of your care, it didn't ease his mind much. also, with your hand moved on his thigh in your sleep, there were a few times it seemed like your hand wandered dangerously close to his crotch, leaving him both nervous and a little horny.
”char come here would you?” your husband perked up from the bedroom, getting up to find you in the bathroom. ”what's up?” you stood in front of the mirror, towel up high around your chest and it really was not helping how his mind still continued to wander to what could happen tonight. ”does this spot look like a pimple?” you turn to him with a pout on your lips. ”no baby, y'look beautiful.”
”you know you don't have to say that just because we're married right?” you look at him through the mirror with a smile. he puts his hands up in self defence, ”i'm not lying, you look gorgeous.” you tap at your lips and your husband rushes over, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then to your lips. ”m'serious, you look so good, always do.” you smile against his lips and in no time you find yourself straddling charlie in the bedroom, towel discarded on the floor.
”charlie, honey, it's okay.” you hold your lips close to his ear, your hands running under his shirt.
”no baby, i want this to be special for you.” you smile at him but you don't move. ”please.” after a moment of thinking you give in and roll over.
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once your husband had gotten his cock nestled inside you, snug against the walls of your cunt, there was this renewed sense of confidence in him, and it was evident in how he pressed his hips against yours, hands moving along your sides while his mouth pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your chest, making you moan with your hands rested on his shoulders.
”charlie f– charlie fuck, feels so good.” you held him close as you could, the combined feeling of his cock dragging inside your pussy and his mouth sucking hickeys into your navel and the surrounding skin. he mumbled something against your skin but you couldn't hear, too enamoured by everything else.
he's like a dog waiting for and wanting your approval. ”really? feels good?” you can only nod in response, whining as he rolls his hips into you over and over again. even without your verbal praise, the nod you gave him made him more confident and he moved with a faster pace. ”ohgodohgodohgod,” the little swears you let out under your breath and praises you managed to mutter between moans encouraged charlie, and bit by bit the original nervousness he had was removed entirely, replaced with this need, the need to make you cum.
”please don't stop, i'm so,” another moan was torn from your body, making your face scrunch up and charlie absolutely loved how you looked, wrecked for him, whining and clenching down on his cock. ”so close handsome.” he almost purred at the nickname, pulling one of his hands low to your pelvis where he pressed his thumb down against your clit. the action solicited a louder moan from you, your cunt begging his cock to keep fucking into you.
as he got closer, he kept pushing it away, focused entirely on making you cum on his dick. ”charlie, m'gonna cum.” he breathed against your chest, pressing a soft kiss between your breasts. ”yeah? y'gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” again you can only nod. ”god y'so beautiful.” all you can do is moan under his touch, letting the feeling in your stomach grow even further.
”fuck, charlie, fuck!” you screamed as you let your orgasm wash over you, your husband fucking his cock into you through your orgasm, praising you through it, kissing along the the expanse of your chest. ”so good baby, that's my sweet girl.”
once you'd gotten through your high and he'd pulled out, you were quick to sit up and slide off the bed to your knees. ”what are you doing love, come get some sleep.” despite his words, you're not gonna leave him unfinished, his cock still hard.
with a heavy breath you reach up, settling yourself between his legs and reach for his dick, him gasping at even the light touches ”m'gonna make you cum now honey, okay?” now it's his turn to only nod in response.
schlatt - gn!reader although many uses of word 'wife', desperate!schlatt, dom!schlatt, size kink, praise, dirty talk, superiority kink, calling schlatt 'sir', mention of cumming inside/creampie
your husband of barely a day had kind of been fixated on having his way with you since the moment you sliced the cake at the reception. because of the constant moving around airports and getting on and off planes you didn't notice the darker glint in his eye when you looked up at him. plus, as horny as he was, he knew he shouldn't distract you while you were in the zone, getting from one place to the next.
the scheduled pick up time for the car rental was tomorrow morning, but for the evening you and schlatt clambered into an uber.
”thank you.” you waved with a small smile at the uber driver, but then schlatt was dragging you by the wrist into the hotel, the bell boy moving your bags. he was quick with reception, getting the keycard to go upstairs.
you tried to talk to him but nothing changed, he didn't say a word. once you'd reached the room he waited for the bell boy to put your bags inside and nodded to him as he left.
”j, baby what the f–” his lips were on yours in an instant, pushing you against the door while he turned the lock. the action took you back, but still you gave him, kissing him back with your hands against his chest. when he pulled away from you there was a string of saliva connecting your lips and he smiled at how flushed your face was. ”i've needed you s'bad. so bad.” pressed against you, you could feel his hard-on and it made you gasp. ”go get on the bed for me sweetheart.” his tone was sweet but you still heard something bitter in the words.
- ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ -
once he'd got you on your stomach with your ass up and his cock inside you, his pace was brutal, as was the grip schlatt had on your hips. you were sure by the time morning rolled around there'd be marks left behind by his hands.
”y'so small under me, hm? my perfect little wife?” it was a rhetorical question that was met with only the sounds of you moaning his name. it wasn't a sense of ownership – maybe it was – but he loved how tiny you looked beside him, and under him, and on top of him. he loved knowing he could cover your entirety like a blanket, and something about it made him so needy to have you even in the most tame situations.
”god, bet'ya didn't know how close i was to havin' you meet in the plane bathrooms, huh?” again the only response he got was your sounds of pleasure. he allowed his hands to move from your hips to your back, feeling along the arch and you screamed for him, he could feel how it reverberated close to your heart and it made him chuckle.
every word he said to you made it harder to hold out, but you kept trying. you wanted so badly to be good for him. to be his sweet little wife who took everything he gave you. ”m'gettin' so close pretty..” his voice trailed off, low grunts making you squeeze against his cock. ”cum, cum inside, please..” your words were barely audible, a long low mutter, and schlatt leaned over, his hips still pressed against your ass. ”what was that sweetheart?” now you could feel his breath against the back of your neck and it made you shiver. it also made you clench down on his cock yet again. you whined at him when he kissed just behind your ear. ”c'mon pretty, what was it?”
”want you–” you interrupted yourself with a moan. ”want you to cum inside, please sir.” the words only seemed to encourage your husband to rut into with a faster fervour than before, his breathing and low noises of pleasure like music to your ears.
”i know you'been holdin' back baby but you can go ahead, you can go on and cum. cum f'me like the perfect little thing you are f'me.” there was no other warning and your moans became pornographic when you came. ”good job baby, did so good” he kissed the back of your neck as his hips continued to rock against you. ”just hold on a minute for me, okay?”
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Sweet Talker - Sam Kiszka
A/N: Remember when I said it would be a crime not to write a voice kink Sam fic? Yeah. There’s not much of a plot here really, just filth. Only lightly edited! I love you all so, so much!
WARNINGS: 18+!! Fingering, teasing, lots of dirty talk, voice!kink, hair pulling, choking, unprotected sex (be smart, be safe!!)
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Sam’s voice.
No matter how many times you hear it, it tears its way through your ears and shakes its way through your body in the most knee-buckling ways imaginable.
The slightly raspy, yet soft and almost nonchalant drawl of his words, never fails to send sweet, debilitating chills up your spine. And god, did he fucking know it, too. He notices everything, but particularly loves to clock the little things that turn you on.
When it’s just the two of you, his voice is much softer and quieter than it is when he’s with his brothers, or socializing with others.
While you adore his boisterous laugh and louder tone when he’s excited, that quietness that he seems to save specifically for you, is your favorite. Your weakness.
“What did you do while I was gone today, gorgeous?” Sam asks you quietly, while his hand strokes up and down your bare back softly.
You snuggle further into his bare chest, fingers gliding over his collarbone as you lay on top of him in your shared bed. The two of you lay this way often, partially -or sometimes fully- bare and just talking - Informing the other about the days events. Some days offering much more dramatic of tales than others do.
“Mmm…” You trail off into thought, thinking very little about what you’ve even done throughout the day, but more so the tingle Sam’s voice has just sent through your body and straight to your core. “I didn’t do all that much today, really…”
“That’s a cop out,” his lazy, raspy voice shoots the teasing observation at you, as he glances down at you with that goofy grin of his.
You’re quick to defend yourself. “It is not! I would just ra-“
“-Rather listen to me talk?” You can hear the smile in his voice, the second he cuts you off to finish your sentence for you. “Uh huh, I bet you would.”
A crimson blush paints over your cheeks. You’re incredibly thankful that you can bury your face away into his neck.
“You do this almost every night, doll,” Sam points out, tone smug and knowing. “One of these days, you’re gonna get sick of hearing me talk so much. Now c’mon, tell me about your day and I will tell you all about mine after.”
A faint huff slips through your nose. Of course you want to talk to him about your day…after you take care of the ache making home between your legs that he has caused.
“I spent some time editing some photos… those boudoir ones that I took a couple days ago,” you explain casually, going into as little detail as possible.
“Yeah?” Sam’s hand continues drawing lines up and down your spine - effectively fueling the fire inside of you. The lilt in his tone playfully urges you to continue. “I bet they look beautiful… You should get some done soon…”
You tilt your head to look at him, “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
“I would love it,” he corrects with a light tap against your nose with his free hand. “The same way you would love a recording of me talking on a five hour loop.”
“That would depend on what you’re saying,” you shoot back, smiling. It doesn’t really matter what Sam was saying, his voice affects you, always. For the sake of guiding your little cuddle session in a different direction, though…
“Oh, really? So a professional recording of me talking about the weather, wouldn’t do anything for you?” Sam jests, bringing his opposite hand up to poke at your side.
“Sam,” you sigh, frustrated by his obvious stalling. He loves to make you wait and suffer and pine, just a little.
“What?” You feel him shrug against you, dropping his voice lower. “Would me telling you exactly how to touch yourself be better? Or me reciting all the praises I know you love so much?”
A shaky breath bursts out of you at that, a clear sign for Sam to continue. He isn’t exactly digging for any verbal answers just yet.
“Ohh, that struck a chord, didn’t it?”
And here he goes, right back to teasing you again.
Wrapping both arms around your body, he carefully flips the two of you over, so that you are laying beneath him.
“That’s exactly what you want, isn’t it? For me to call you pretty and coo in your ear while you cum all over my hand?” He starts to place kisses along your jawline, working his way to the sensitive skin just below your ear. Slipping his hand in between your bodies, he just barely grazes his fingers over your heat, “Just… like… this…?”
Another whimper floats out of you just as Sam moves back up to join his lips with yours.
It’s a slow and sweet kiss at first, tricking you into believing Sam is going to give you exactly what you want, right away. His tongue pushes against yours gently, deepening the kiss and stealing all the air from your lungs until they’re burning and warming you to pull away. But you can’t bring yourself to pull away first.
Sam senses this and every few kisses, he slowly starts to pull away, making you chase after his mouth, wearing a smirk that grows with each of your impatient whimpers as he keeps his lips just out of your reach every time.
“What is it?” He questions knowingly, bringing his hand up to your jaw to keep you in place.
“Sam,” you’re fully pouting now, pushing against his grip in attempts to kiss him more. “You’re always being a tease.”
“Quit pouting.” He nudges your bottom lip with his thumb playfully. “You love it when I tease you. Don’t even try to act like you don’t.”
Sam is right and you know it. He knows you know it, too. You can’t fool him.
He takes your silence as victory, “Uh huh. See?”
The teasing, slightly condescending cadence to his tone sends you reeling all over again. His knowing smirk making your stomach twist with desire and excitement. As it always does.
You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips with all the strength you can muster.
Your lips meet not so gracefully at first, and you swallow down the low chuckle Sam emits before the kiss turns needy and quick in pace.
Sam’s hands start to feel around your body, gripping at your hips, your waist. A soft growl vibrates through his chest. The sound reminds you why you want to be in this position in the first place.
“Sammy…baby.” It comes out almost like a plea. You need to hear him.
“You’re such a needy thing,” Sam says, shaking his head.
“Not needy,” you protest. “Just wanna hear your voice.”
“I was gonna get there, if you would just be patient.” Sam chuckles, hand coming up to wrap around your throat. “Can you do that? Be my sweet, patient, girl?”
All you do is shake your head ‘yes,’ but that’s not good enough for your Sammy. Not in the slightest.
He leans in, lips grazing yours with the formation of each of his words, “That just won’t do. I think you already know that, too. Speak up, princess. Spit it out.”
It’s low and raspy, the demand. You’ll do absolutely anything that his gravely, lust-drawn voice asks of you.
“I’ll be patient for you.” You give in right away. “I’ll be your good girl.”
“Yeah? You’ll be my good girl?” Sam questions, trailing his hand down from your throat to your chest, teasing and toying with your nipple.
“Yes, s-sir.” Your breath catches in your throat, your body warming rapidly as Sam continues to feel around your chest.
“You always are,” Sam sighs, his right hand traveling down your stomach, stopping just shy of your core. “You always listen so well and cum so pretty for me.”
Your hips raise to press harder against his splayed hand, the warmth of it only adding to your body’s excess of heat and need.
Sam leans in even closer, nudging your head to the side with his nose. His lips graze your ear, sending chills up your spine. All while his hand continues it’s decent between your legs.
“What is it, princess?” He notices the way your breath catches in your throat, the soft squeak of a whimper giving you away. He places a few kisses to the pulse point below your ear. “Your heart is racing. Did I get you all worked, sweet girl?”
“Sammy…” It’s a desperate plea, almost embarrassingly whiny - the way his name falls off your tongue.
“I know, I’m gonna make you feel good,” Sam assures you, sliding his middle finger through your folds, sighing as your arousal completely coats his finger. “Is this what my needy girl wanted? For me to talk to her and play with her sweet little cunt?”
A few slow circles over your clit is all it takes to pull a moan from you, making Sam’s lips curve up into a cocky smirk.
“There we go,” Sam starts, voice low and smooth. “There’s those pretty noises.”
Sam’s thumb replaces his middle finger, keeping the light pressure against your clit, knowing that it will drive you straight to an orgasm and fast. His middle and ring fingers slip inside you slowly, curling up into that sweet spot that he can do perfectly reach.
“Fuck, Sammy,” you cry, reaching up to grip at his bicep. “Right there, please…”
“Right where, princess? Here?” He punctuates the question with a firm curl of his fingers, holding the pressure for a few seconds until you begin to squirm beneath him.
“Oh god- Fuck, yes! Sammy, please!” Your breathing becomes even more labored, eyes screwing shut as you fall into overwhelming pleasure.
“Such a pretty girl,” Sam coos, smiling down at you. “I love when you whimper my name like that.”
“Keep talking, Sammy, please,” you beg him, head lulling back against the pillows.
“Keep talking?” Sam teases lightly, dropping his voice even lower. “You just love my voice, huh? Bet I could make you cum just by talking to you. What do you think, gorgeous?”
“I-“ You attempt to form a coherent sentence, but another wave of pleasure and moan stops you short. “P-probably.”
“Mmm, might have to test that out one night,” Sam hums, as if just voicing a casual thought out loud.
You feel Sam’s forehead press against yours, only serving to make you melt further into the sheets.
“Listen to me, baby doll,” Sam practically growls, although he knows he already has every bit of your attention. You force your eyes open to meet his. “You’re gonna cum right on my fingers and say my name nice and pretty when you do. Okay?”
“Y-yes, sir,” you answer him breathlessly, feeling yourself squeeze around his fingers, pulling them in even deeper. Oh, how your body reacts to him. Every. Time.
“That’s my pretty girl,” he praises, kissing down your cheek to your neck. “Let me have it, gorgeous. Please.”
It burns low in your stomach, your body’s internal scream for release. A few more pumps of his fingers and swirls of his thumb, throw you over the edge and into the raging waves of your high.
You feel it throughout your whole body, tensing and relaxing all the muscles in your body rapidly.
Your head spins as you come down, but Sam clearly isn’t ready to stop.
Your hand shoots down to wrap around his wrist, tugging at it in attempts to stop the overstimulation. “S-Sammy-“
“-Ah,” he cuts you off, pulling your hand away and flattening his hand out over your inner thigh, pushing your legs apart. “Baby doll thought I was done?”
A constant stream of whimpers huff out of you with short bursts of breath. You can feel your clit throbbing against Sam’s thumb, the overstimulation twisting into pleasure with the littlest hint of pain.
“You wanted me to talk to you all low and soft and pretty…” Sam taunts, moving with your squirming body, following every jerk. “And make you cum all over my fingers, but now you can’t take it? My little sensitive girl.”
The shudder that shakes through your body at his words, draws a low, raspy chuckle from Sam’s chest.
“Oh? Someone liked that, didn’t she?” Sam continues his relentless taunting, pulling his soaked fingers out to circle your clit.
Opening your mouth with the intention to answer him, all that manages to come out is a breathy whine. A noise so high pitched and desperate sounding, you might be the slightest bit embarrassed about it, when you think back on it later.
Sam’s lips curve up into a shit eating smirk, far too pleased at the sounds and reactions he’s pulling from you. And it’s so easy.
He leans in, mocking the airy, high pitched noise you just made, directly into your ear.
“F-fuck yo- u-oh, fuck,” you stutter, moaning and stumbling over your own words as Sam quickens the circles over your bundle of nerves. “
“Oh, fuck.” It’s parroted right back to you, his voice mimicking yours; sweet and needy.
Why the way he mocks you turns you on so much more, you aren’t exactly sure. You haven’t the brain power to ponder on it, yet, either.
That sweet and most welcomed burn reforms in the pits of your belly, just waiting for the perfect pass of Sam’s fingers to unravel and take over your whole body once again.
“I’m so close, Sammy,” you warn, gripping at the blanket beneath you with one hand and the pillow behind your head with your other. “Please, don’t stop. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
“Don’t stop? Don’t stop what?” He knows exactly what you mean. “Don’t stop talking to you, or don’t stop pleasing this throbbing little clit?”
“Sammy…” It trots out of you through a whimper.
“Gonna make you cum one more time before I give it to you.” Sam says, as though it isn’t up for debate. And at this point, it isn’t. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Your back arches off the mattress, the pleasure finally taking over your body in a second orgasm.
“That’s right, gorgeous,” Sam practically groans. “Let it all go for me. My pretty, messy, princess. Absolutely fucking gorgeous when you cum for me like this.”
Sam’s lips are suddenly colliding with yours in a searing kiss, capturing all your little noises right in his mouth.
As soon as he feels your body start to jolt, he eases his skilled fingers from your clit, sliding them down through your wetness to bring up to his watering mouth.
“Jesus christ, you taste so fucking good.” Sam sinks your fingers in and out of his mouth, watching you watch him.
You’ve watched him do it before, but it never fails to completely wipe all coherent thoughts from your mind -no matter how many times you’ve seen him do it- to watch him be so filthy.
Dropping his hand from your mouth, he wraps it loosely around your neck, just barely squeezing as he leans down to reconnect your lips.
You can taste yourself all over his lips. It’s an addicting combination of your own release and the aftertastes of mint on his tongue. Creating a sweet, spicy, concoction out of the two of you. Fitting.
“Tell me, baby doll,” Sam calls gently for your attention. “You want me here again?” His fingers trace over your lips ever so lightly. “Or here?” His hand travels down your body, tracing over your folds with the same featherlight touch, before dipping down to gather more of your wetness and begin slowly stroking over your clit again.
Your body jolts and convulses on its own accord, making Sam laugh lowly at you and your bodies way of displaying its sensitivity.
“Awe, is it too much for you now, doll?” Sam teases, lips dragging over the center of your throat. “Has this poor little clit had enough?”
“Need you inside me.” You raise your hips, trying to press yourself against his cock, visibly straining against his sweatpants. “Fuck me, Sammy, please.”
“I’ll give you whatever you want, when you beg that pretty.” Sam removes both hands from your body, tucking them into the hem of his boxers, shoving them down his legs hastily.
Taking himself in his hand, a shaky exhale flutters out of Sam. His eyes close, hair falling around his face as he continues to lose himself with each stroke of his own hand.
At last, he pulls himself back together and guides himself through your folds, letting out a deep, breathy, groan at the feeling of how wet you are.
“F-fuck,” Sam mutters, shakily trying to line himself up with your entrance.
Your jaw falls slack, as he pushes himself into you with a smooth thrust of his hips.
“Oh, m-my god…” Your words barely stutter out loud enough for Sam to hear.
Sam brings himself down above you, using one of his forearms to hold his body just above yours. His other hand slips up to tangle into your hair, tilting your head back against the pillows.
“Move, Sammy, please move.” Your voice is pathetic, dripping in desperation and submissiveness.
“What if I make you wait?” He questions slyly, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. “What if we stayed just like this and I just talk to you some more? Tell you how amazing you feel wrapped around my cock, until you cum all over it just from my words?”
“Sam, I swear to god…” You try to fight back, wanting nothing more than for him to just move and fuck you completely senseless.
“You clearly love the idea,” Sam points out. “And you love when I talk to you like this. I know that’s why you squirm every time I hold you close and say little things in your ear. Why do you think I’ve started doing that more often? You think I don’t notice how your breath catches when I say even the most mundane things right in your ear?”
“You’re right, I love it,” you say through a fresh wave of whimpers that are tearing through your throat and filling up the room. You’ll always soak up his praises like a plant starving for water.
“I fucking…love it…”
Sam tugs at your earlobe with his teeth. “You’re clenched so tight around me…I could cum in you right now.”
Now that…
That strikes a new nerve, causing you to arch your body into Sam’s followed by a noise reminiscent of a sob.
“Oh, fuck me…” Sam curses, fist tightening in your hair as you flutter around his already throbbing cock.
Unable to wait any longer, Sam begins to rock his hips, slowly dragging himself in and out of you. The burn of him stretching you out rips another unholy sound from your lungs - one that he accidentally mimics, but in a much deeper tone.
“My sweet baby doll, making me feel so good.” Sam picks up the speed and depth of his thrusts. “You love on my cock so well, don't you? You're always just so, so sweet to it."
Sam’s head falls against your shoulder, short huffs of uneven breaths hitting your neck and adding yet another sensation to the pile.
Your hands reach around his body, one tangling in his soft tresses, while the other claws it’s way down to the center of his back - surely leaving flaming red marks in its wake.
“Pull it,” he groans, tilting his head back ever so slightly, to ensure you know exactly want he means.
You oblige without missing a beat, tightening the hand tangled in his hair and tugging it firmly.
“Fuck, goddamn,” Sam sputters, delivering a particularly deep thrust into you, making you gasp and choke on the words you’re trying to form.
“What's that? You feeling good?” Sam fires questions at you breathlessly. Later you’ll probably wonder how he manages to stay together enough to form full, coherent sentences.
“You want to tell me about it? About how my cock is filling you up so good? How you can feel me here?" He lays his hand over your stomach, splayed out and applying the littlest bit of pressure.
You open your mouth to speak, babble some barely understandable praises and call out his name over and over again. Yet, nothing comes out. Your mouth simply hangs open, not even a hint of a sound coming forth from your lungs; they simply hold captive any air left within them as Sammy relentlessly fucks you.
“Tell me, baby, tell me how good it feels,” Sam smirks cockily, knowing full well that you can’t. “You can't even talk, huh? Am I fucking you speechless, doll face?"
“S-so close,” you gasp, both hands gripping at Sam’s shoulders now in hopes that you will stay anchored to earth.
“Are you? Tell me you’re gonna cum so pretty for me,” Sam demands, snaking his hand between your two bodies to rub hasty circles over your bundle of nerves. “Say it for me.”
It takes every part of your body to form the words for him. “I-I’m gonna cum s-so pretty for you, Sammy.”
“You want me to talk you through it? Huh?” Sam’s voice is dripping with sex, low and smooth as silk. “Yeah, I'm gonna talk you through it, baby."
A few more deep thrusts of his hips and passes of his calloused fingertips over your hyper sensitive clit, is all it takes to unravel you.
“Come on, cum for me, sweet girl. Cum for me.” Sam coaxes.
The way you clench around him, suffocating his cock, dragging him to his own high right behind you, has him sucking a long breath through his teeth before he can even speak.
“That’s it, baby doll. Fuck, there it is.” He’s hardly keeping it together above you, determined to work you through most of your orgasm before he allows himself to fall into his own. “That’s my good girl, so fucking pretty making a mess all over me. My gorgeous, messy, baby doll.”
You can hear him, faintly, as you ride out your seemingly never ending climax. And God, do you love when he calls you ‘baby doll.’
Just as you start to come down, Sam’s thrust become sloppy and sporadic, signaling that he’s reached his own high.
“Where do-“
You cut him off before he even finishes his sentence. “-Inside me. Let me have it, please, pretty boy.”
“Oh, fuck…” he draws the word out, rough and airy. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-“
His hips rock into lazily a few more times, the obscene sounds of both of your releases, bouncing off the four walls of your room.
“How the fuck does this manage to happen every night,” Sam huffs jokingly, slowly pulling out and collapsing beside you, still fighting to catch his breath.
“It might not if your voice wasn’t always dripping with sex appeal every time you open your mouth,” you jest right back.
“What?” Sam gasps, feigning shock, but fighting back a smile. “So you only fuck me for my voice? How low of you, doll.”
“You’re right,” you admit, grinning at him. “I don’t just fuck you for your voice… I also fuck you for your pretty face.”
Sam wraps his arms around your waist, tugging you into him with a pleased smile. “Mm. That’s fair enough, I do have a pretty face.”
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