Nobody Talks About Your Sammy Like That!
Sammy Bryant x Female reader (smut)
Summary: Based on season one (chubby) Sammy in a universe where Tammy doesn’t exist and you’re his wife and he’s having some body image issues that you are more than willing to help him work through.
Warnings: MDNI 18+ / Smut / Graphic Descriptions of Sex including P in V, Oral, MDom, Msub, Switch, Restraint, Hair Pulling, Biting / Body Image Issues
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You’ve had a long day, but you make an effort to make a full spread for your hubby because you know however bad your day was, his was probably worse.
Sammy would never put that on you, though. He never makes you feel “less than”.
You put foil over the plate of fried chicken you made to keep it warm and wrap the biscuits in a dish towel before jumping into the shower to wash the cooking oil smell out of your hair.
After you get out, you hear the front door.
“Yeah babe, it’s me. It smells good in here.”
“I made chicken!” you yell through the shower door. “and potato salad…and biscuits from scratch…and gravy. There’s cupcakes for dessert.”
You walk out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and see Sammy staring at the table, covered with all the different dishes you made.
You couldn’t quite get a read on his look.
“You okay, babe?” you ask.
Sammy sighs. “Baby, I love that you made ALL of this for me, but…I need to lose weight and this…again I love you for it, but it’s too much.”
“You didn’t say anything about going on a diet.”
“I know and it isn’t fair of me after you made all of this effort. I just…I just really need to get in shape.”
“Where is this coming from?”
Sammy looks down and pats his stomach.
“From myself. From the guys at work. When you brought muffins the other day they all laughed and said you must have a fetish because otherwise they don’t understand why you’re with my fat ass.”
“And they’re not wrong. When I see you…and then I see me…I don’t get it either. You deserve a guy who is fit, and handsome; and smart. Someone who makes sense with you. Not a dumb lard-ass with a gut. I guess I can’t really help the handsome or smart part but I could at least get in better shape.”
“Sammy,” you say as you walk over to him and give him a long, tight hug.
“Look, Sammy, if you want to lose weight for yourself or your health, I’m all for it. But don’t you dare talk about yourself that way to me. You’re not dumb! And I love the way you look…in your clothes or out of them. Those guys are jealous because their relationships are shit.”
You take a step back and keep one hand around the back of his neck. With the other, you run your hand down his chest.
“I love your tummy. I love your chest and your thighs. Not in a fetish way. I love them because they’re a part of you. The parts that keep me warm at night. The parts I like to snuggle.”
You kiss his lips gently.
“The parts I like to hold when you fuck me,” you say in a whisper.
You move your hand down, over his soft stomach, down to his bulge.
You kiss him again and he moans in your mouth.
“The parts I like to sink my fingers into when you make me cum over and over.”
Sammy whimpers and takes your towel off of you. He kisses your neck and grabs your bare ass.
“You got some parts I like to sink my fingers into too,” he says as he squeezes.
You whine and start unbuttoning his shirt.
He lets your ass go and helps you get his shirt and tie off. He pulls his undershirt over his head and you grab it. Before you throw it across the room, you feel the dampness of his sweat on it.
You kiss his chest and his stomach before making your way back up to his neck.
You run your fingers into his curls before grabbing a handful and yanking his head back.
He groans as you kiss under his soft chin and then you press your lips to his ear.
“I don’t ever want to hear you call yourself dumb, or fat again, got it? That’s my fucking husband you’re talking about.”
Sammy takes in a shuddering breath and answers, “Yes ma’am.”
You kiss and bite his neck and then you let his hair go.
“Mmm fuck,” Sammy whispers.
He watches as you kiss your way to his right breast. You flick your tongue back and forth over his nipple before sucking it into your mouth. Sammy grabs a handful of your wet hair and moves you to his other breast. You laugh and look up at him and keep eye contact as you suck as much of his soft breast into your open mouth as you can.
He grips your hair again and pulls you off.
You kiss down to his stomach. You take some of his flesh between your teeth and suck. You hear Sammy hiss and then whimper and you know his cock must be dripping by now.
You reach up and squeeze his breasts as you move your mouth to another spot on his tummy and lick it before biting and sucking again.
Soon his stomach is covered in your little love bites. Pink, rosy blooms that you know will turn into deep purple bruises as the week goes on. Reminders that he’s yours and you don’t need him to be anybody else.
You undo his belt. He pushes your hands away and rips the belt out of the belt loops with one quick whoosh and holds it in his right hand.
“Whatcha gonna do with that?” you ask as you look up, make doe eyes at him and bite your lip.
“You’ll see. Now take my fucking pants off.”
You unbutton his trousers, pull them down and toss them aside. You notice his cock is already standing at attention making a huge tent in his boxers. At the apex there’s a nice big wet spot.
“Take em off!” he says like he’s training a new recruit.
“Yes sir,” you say and you quickly discard his boxers.
You stroke Sammy’s precum down his cock, getting it nice and lubed.
You keep eye contact with him as you touch the tip of your tongue to the slit in the head of his cock and pull back slowly creating a nice string of precum connecting your tongue to his dick.
You pull back far enough and the string snaps and drips from your tongue onto your tit.
Sammy reaches down and rubs it into your skin before pinching your nipple and holding it.
“Put my cock in your mouth.”
You put Sammy’s warm, throbbing member into your mouth and you feel him get even harder as you suck.
“Eyes open,” he says and you look up at him, his round tummy partially blocking your view.
He holds the belt in both hands now, folded in half. He moves his hands away from each other so the two halves snap together with a loud crack.
He puts the belt behind your head and uses it to pull you up against him, forcing his cock to the back of your throat.
He holds you there and his soft lower stomach is pressed against your nose. You love the feel of him, the smell of his skin.
You tap the side of his butt twice and he removes the belt. You take him out of your mouth and take a few deep breaths before taking him back in your mouth, sucking furiously. You reach around and dig your fingernails into his nice, round ass cheeks.
You hear him moan and whimper, and you see his lower stomach spasm and you quickly pull back. You don’t want him to come yet.
You stand up and kiss him. He lifts your leg up and puts it around his waist.
You grind your wet pussy against him.
He lifts your other leg up and you wrap it around him. He puts his hands under your ass and walks down the hallway to the bedroom.
You laugh and kiss him the whole way there.
Once you get to the room, Sammy tosses you onto your big, soft bed and you let out a yelp as you bounce.
“So fucking strong,” you say as you sit up, put your hand behind his neck and pull him down onto you.
You kiss and push his head down until he’s licking and sucking on your tits. Your back arches and you push him down further.
He gets between your legs and spreads them far apart. He holds your folds open and pulls them back, exposing your swollen clit. He puts a finger from his free hand into his mouth to get it wet before moving it back and forth very quickly across your bud.
“Oh my fucking God!” you yell as your body twitches.
Sammy’s face is just inches from your pussy and he watches every spasm, every contraction.
Just as you’re about to come, Sammy replaces his finger with his mouth and he sucks on the sensitive flesh.
Your hips thrust up, but somehow he stays on your clit. You feel the wetness gush from your pussy as you come and Sammy moves his mouth down and shoves his tongue inside of you.
“Oh God, Sammy! Oh God!” you cry out.
You grip his hair and pull him off of you, but he fights back a little, sticking his tongue out to lap up one more taste of you.
You sit up, still holding his hair.
“Look at you, my messy fucking eater,” you say as you grab his chin, slick with your juices.
You run your tongue over his lips and moan as you taste yourself.
“Hey where the fuck are you going?” Sammy yells as you run down the hall.
You come back to the bedroom holding Sammy’s belt.
Sammy sits up straighter and smiles as he holds out both hands to you.
You wrap them together with the belt.
Sammy scoots back until his upper back is pressed against the headboard.
You lift his arms up over his head and tie the end of the belt around the bedpost.
Sammy can’t stop smiling and you bend down and put your lips close to his face. When he tries to kiss you, you pull back. Sammy whines and you lean forward again and this time you let his lips snag yours. You bite his lower lip softly as you pull away.
You straddle his lap and line his thick cock up with your entrance. You sink down slowly, letting his head stretch your walls.
“Fuck,” Sammy says as his eyes roll back. You lean forward and kiss his neck.
Once your pussy is ready, you start moving up and down quicker. You place both hands on his sturdy chest to steady yourself.
You bounce even faster and you can tell Sammy is getting close again. You stop bouncing and start grinding.
“Fuck, baby, pleeease,” Sammy whimpers.
You keep grinding, loving the feel of Sammy’s squishy stomach rubbing up against your clit.
Sammy starts thrusting his hips up. You finally oblige him and lift your ass up. Sammy pumps his cock quickly in and out of you. The feel of him fucking you from the bottom and the sound of his balls slapping against his own thick thighs is more than you can bear and you cry out as you come again.
“That’s it. Good girl. Come on my fat fucking cock.”
You dig your nails into his chest and convulse.
“Fuck let me touch you,” Sammy begs. “I need to feel you. Please.”
“Because you fucked me so good,” you say as you untie the belt from the post and unwrap his hands.
Sammy quickly tackles you onto your back and climbs on top of you. He growls and folds your legs all the way up until your knees are by your ears.
He raises up and slams his cock down into you getting his revenge for your teasing. Really, he knows you love to be put in a mating press and it’s not really a punishment.
“Fucking louder!” he says between thrusts. You see beads of sweat forming on his furrowed brow.
“Yours, Sammy!” you yell. “Oh fuck, it’s all yours,” you cry as you come again.
“I want to breed you,” he says.
“Fuck yes please,” you moan.
You watch his mouth open, spotting his perfectly imperfect teeth between his lips and it gives you butterflies.
You pull him down to kiss you.
When he breaks the kiss you lock your hands behind his neck to keep him close. You look into his eyes.
“Go ahead and breed this pussy that’s just for you. I fucking love you, Sammy Bryant. Come for me.”
“Oh God,” Sammy whimpers. “I fucking love you too.”
His body tenses and he holds his breath as you feel his warm load paint the walls of your pussy.
Sammy thrusts in and out a few more times groaning each time.
You snake your arms under his and grip his ass so you can pull him into you.
“Stay inside of me please? Just for a little while.”
Sammy moves his arms so you can put your legs down. He lets his weight rest on you.
You love the feeling of all of his soft parts against yours.
You can feel his cum dripping out of you just as not being able to take a deep breath starts to make the world a little fuzzy.
Your hands are still on his ass and you lift his cheeks up and apart and then let them go so they come back together with a bit of a clap and you laugh with joy.
Sammy moves himself off of you and lays on his stomach beside you.
“I don’t love that,” he says, but he’s smiling and laughing a little.
“But it’s so much fun,” you say as you stroke his hair.
Sammy closes his eyes and smiles, “Okay then. If it makes you happy.”
He moves himself down a bit and drapes his arm over you. You trace the veins on his thick forearm with your finger as he moves his mouth to your nipple and sucks it gently.
“Mmmm,” you say as you smile and close your eyes.
After a minute or two of this peaceful bliss, Sammy takes his mouth off of your nipple. Coated with his saliva, it hardens in the cool night air.
“I’m going to start my diet tomorrow. That food looked amazing and I think we worked up quite a fucking appetite.”
“We definitely burned a lot of calories. Two things.”
“Anything for you, baby.”
“I wasn’t joking about you being nicer to yourself.”
“Okay, I got it. What’s the second thing?”
You run your fingers through his curls again and he lifts his head to feel your nails on his scalp.
“I want to watch you eat the food I made for you but I want you to stay naked. I love your body, Sammy and I want to see it.”
“Deal. But you have to stay naked too.”
You kiss deeply and passionately before he stands up and holds his hand out to you to help you off the bed.
“I love you so fucking much,” he says as he kisses your forehead.
“Love you too, Sammy. My perfect, smart, handsome, chubby hubby.”
The sound of his laughter fills your warm, cozy house as you make your way back to the kitchen.
