A/N: I took some wonderful asks over for @jake-kiszkas-smirk . Thank you for entrusting me with these! Hope y’all enjoy! I think I’m finally getting back in my groove…! *knocks on wood* As always, I apologize for any errors that I may have missed!
WARNINGS: Cocky Sam... Sam being a lil brattier than the brat.
You were sprawled out on the couch, a random comedy movie that you were hardly paying any attention to filling your living room with a comfortable noise.
You’d been working on a personal little art project for a couple of hours now, but decided to break for a bit to check your phone and give your hands a break, too.
Going through your notifications, you saw one from hours prior, letting you know that a package had been delivered; extra supplies that you needed for your project.
“Oh, shit!” Jumping up from the couch, you scrambled to your front door - just throwing on a little jacket and a pair of slip on vans.
You ran out of the house, pulling the door up behind you… that you didn’t know was locked.
Once you grabbed the package, you ran excitedly back up to your front door and placed the little package under your arm.
Grabbing the doorknob, you froze in place when it didn’t turn.
“No… no no no no no,” you rambled frantically, going into an immediate state of panic.
You let the -thankfully not fragile- piece of mail fall from under your arm as you felt around your pockets for your phone. At least you had managed to bring that.
You immediately dialed your landlord’s number.
“Y/N? It’s awfully late. Everything okay?” He asked you, sounding tired and most likely in for the night.
“Listen, I know it’s late, but I just locked myself out of my house…” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, attempting to stay calm… ish.
“Oh, dear… I’m sorry, Y/N, I left to go out of town for the week… So I can’t come unlock it. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He sounded so genuine and concerned. “I can call Sam for you and you could crash at his place for the night? I can get a locksmith over sometime tomorrow.”
You scoffed at the offer, knowing for sure you’d rather lay out and sleep on your wooden porch swing and risk freezing.
“That a no?” He chuckled, sounding only slightly offended. “It’s really the only option I can offer, unless you happened to have left a window unlocked.”
“Now, that’s an idea,” you spoke, becoming hopeful. “I’ll climb through one of the windows.”
“Let me know how that works out. Good luck.”
You hung up the phone, jiggling the door handle once more just to be sure you weren’t just crazy.
Alas, you definitely were not.
You glanced around the front porch, knowing if any of the windows were miraculously unlocked - it wasn’t any of the ones up front.
Deciding that the Kitchen window was the only likely option, you made your way around the side of your house. Praying it was still open from a few nights back, when you had opened it to let out the smoke of a cooking mishap.
You were mentally thanking the universe that at least it was late and Everyone in your neighborhood of mostly elders were more than likely in bed.
“Fuck me,” you mumbled in annoyance, realization washing over you as you reached the window that you weren’t tall enough to reach it.
You ran around to the back porch, snatching a bucket from the step and carrying it back around to your kitchen window.
Placing it carefully, you stepped up on it and grabbed onto the ledge of the window for some sort of extra stability.
Just as you began trying to push it open, headlights lit up you and most of your surroundings - serving as an embarrassing spotlight.
And of course, it was Sam. The one person in the entire neighborhood that would be coming home so late - more than likely from a show.
The two of you had been neighbors for a few LONG years now. For whatever reason, you found his constant running around exhausting and annoying. You felt as though he never slowed down enough to really enjoy anything.
There were without mutual feelings there of course. Sam was convinced you were stuck up and had not the slightest clue how to have a good time.
Both of you couldn’t be farther from the truth about one another, but one thing you both had in common was stubbornness.
Ultimately, that’s what kept either of you from seeing the other any other way, than what you’d let yourselves assume.
You didn’t even glance in his direction, hoping by some miracle that he didn’t see you. However, you knew all too well that your current position wasn’t exactly what one would call discreet.
“Got so bored you just decided to break into your own house!?” Sam called teasingly. “There’s better things to do, ya know?”
You closed your eyes in attempts to quell your growing anger, as his voice grew closer and the cold grass crunched under his converse.
“No, actually.” You bit quickly. “I got locked out on accident.”
“And your first course of action was to try and climb through your kitchen window?” Sam scoffed, as if it was the dumbest thing he had ever heard.
“How about you fuck off?” You snapped, flinging your hands in the air around you, almost losing your balance entirely. “SHIT!-”
“Just come to my place, for fucks sake.” Sam offered through a huff as he threw his hands up to stable you. “You can chill there until the landlord can come open your door. It’s too cold for this horse shit.”
You glared at his hands, trying to ignore the tingle they left behind. “I’m very much fucking good.”
“Obviously you’re not.” Sam chided, rolling his eyes at your stubbornness.
“Well… He’s out of town and quite honestly-“ You placed your hands on your hips. -“I think I’d rather sleep out here in the cold, than step a single toe in your house.”
“Oh, really?” Sam chuckled in slight amusement.
You nodded “Yes.”
“Okay, then.”
Before you could even process what was happening, Sam was tossing you over his shoulder.
“wha- PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!” You screeched, stupidly trying to pry his fingers off of your legs. “Are you insane?!”
“Now why would I do that?” Sam chuckled, tightening his grip as to not drop you. “And no, I’m not insane.”
“Samuel.”
“Y/N.” He mocked your firm tone and stopped in his tracks for a moment, just to listen to what you had to say.
“I told you,” You mumbled, dangling over his shoulder. “I would rather sleep out here and freeze.”
“Yeah, well, as much as you get on my nerves-“ Sam stopped mid sentence as he worked his way up the steps cautiously. “-that’s not happening on my watch.”
“Whatever. Just put me down?” Reluctantly, you agreed and wiggled around again in his arms. “My legs do fucking work, in case you didn’t know that.”
He finally placed you back on your own two feet.
“Yeah and that snappy ass mouth works too, apparently.” Sam muttered, shoving his key in the door. He gestured inside a little reluctantly. “After you.”
You all but stomped into Sam’s house, putting your distaste of the situation on full display.
It was definitely too cold to sleep outside and you were thankful (somewhere very deep down) for Sam’s offer to let you stay the night.
Unfortunately, that didn’t change the fact that he got on your last nerve.
“You know, this is gonna be a pretty miserable night if you can’t pretend to like me at least a little bit.” Sam stated obviously, an annoyed edge to his tone.
“That goes both fucking ways.” mumbling, you slinked down into his couch, a frustrated pout engraved into your face.
“And excuse me for being upset that my night has become just a little fucked up.” You bit rather harshly. Before he could even retaliate, you continued on in an angry ramble of complaints. “I got locked out of my own house. I have no clothes or anything to sleep with, or even to get ready for bed with. Hell, I can’t even finish my art piece!”
Sam clicked his tongue, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah, that’s all pretty shitty. But I can solve most of those problems -except for the little art project or whatever.”
“I don’t want you to solve anything for me.” You cross your arms over your chest like a toddler.
“Well, you’re sitting in my living room… so i’ve already solved one of your problems.” Sam held up a single finger in punctuation. “But if you wanna sleep in fucking jeans and a cut up band tee, you do that.”
You wanted to argue with him further, but upon Sam pointing out the clothing you were still wearing, you became hyper aware of how uncomfortable it would be to sleep in.
“Fine,” you mumbled, not even loud enough for him to hear.
Sam put his hand up to his ear and stepped closer to you. “Huh? Can you be a little louder?”
“I said “fine”.” You spoke up dryly, punctuating the last word louder than what was actually necessary.
Sam just huffed an annoyed laugh, disappearing up the stairs without an actual word.
You sat there and waited for what felt like forever, assuming Sam would just bring the clothes down to you.
But, of course not.
“Are you coming up here or what?” Sam peered down over the little upstairs balcony, tapping the railing impatiently.
You glanced up at him slowly just as he leaned into the railing even more. You gave him an unamused expression, trying to suppress the shock that washed over you.
“Would have made a lot more sense for you to just tell me to follow you up there, don’t you think?” You quipped, standing up from the couch and walking to the stairs. “I can’t read your mind.”
Sam rolled his eyes in exasperation. “I’m giving you some of my clothes, so I figured it was implied that you follow me.”
You bit back the snicker that threatened to flutter out of you, choosing to follow Sam the rest of the way to his room, in half-comfortable silence.
Sam’s room was far more cozy than you would have ever imagined. The walls were an off white, his bed was covered in what some might consider excessive amounts of blankets and pillows.
The only light in the room was from a few salt lamps, casting a peachy-orange glow around the rather large room. A single candle flickered away on his nightstand, filling the room with a layer of different sweet scents - the main note being Vanilla.
“Here,” Sam grabbed a towel and a few articles of clothing from his bed and turned back to you, all but shoving them in your arms. “You can use my bathroom, or the one in the hallway. Your choice. I’m going back to my piano.”
Before you could even process what he had said, he was sauntering out of his bedroom door and down the hall. The sound of his footsteps against the stairs, was what snapped you out of your shocked trance.
Even though he offered up his own bathroom, you didn’t feel quite right doing that. So, you made your way down the hallway to the bathroom you’d seen just minutes before, on your way to Sam’s bedroom.
The bathroom was daintily decorated and the faint smell of cologne lingered in the air. It was a decent size, but not as big as you guessed Sam’s ensuite bathroom was.
Cutting on the water and Peeling off your clothes from the day, you tied your hair up and replayed the last hour or so and all its events over in your head.
So much had happened in such a short amount of time.
You sulked and huffed occasionally under the warm water, taking use of the body wash that sat in the corner of the shower.
As you attempted to scrub away your frustration, you couldn’t help but think about Sam. You blamed it on the body wash, smelling sweet and warm - just like he always did whenever you inevitably bumped into him.
Shutting the water off and grabbing the towel that he’d given you, it only took a few seconds for you to register the flawless sounds of the piano - no longer clouded by the sounds of running water.
You stood, droplets of water dripping off you as basked in the beautiful music Sam was creating. You tried not to hate yourself for enjoying it.
After all, he may be annoying, but he was damn sure talented and you couldn’t short him of that.
You finished drying off after another moment or two, picking up the sweatpants and t-shirt that Sam had given you.
You couldn’t help but dwell for a moment about the fact that, you were stuck without a bra or panties. Something about having to put on Sam’s clothes completely bare underneath, naturally had you just a little bit embarrassed.
Folding up your own clothes neatly, you made your way out of the bathroom and back downstairs, placing them somewhere out of the way.
You settled into the couch with your phone, still taking in the much louder sounds of the piano. Now that you were closer, it was even more clear and beautiful. Calming even.
Diving deeper into whatever social media you finally decided was entertaining enough, the sounds of the piano were pushed away to just background noise.
So much so, that you didn’t even notice when it had stopped and Sam’s voice was startling you.
“I’m going to bed,” he stated simply. “There’s blankets on that rack beside the couch and I guess I’ll bring you a pillow from my bed.”
Giving off the impression that even the bare minimum was agitating him, you declined the offer for his own pillow sassily.
“Don’t even trouble yourself,” Your eyes narrowed. “I’ll use this decorative pillow.”
Sam gave you an amused look. “Suit yourself.”
You scoffed, mumbling out an “unbelievable,” that you guessed he didn’t even hear.
After a minute or two more of scrolling through your phone, you got up and walked over to cut off the light switch. You settled into the couch with one of the blankets and the decorative pillow, that you sarcastically insisted you’d use.
Just as you started to really relax-
“Catch, Y/N-“
Your eyes shot open, arms flying over your head to protect yourself just as a pillow smacked against you.
“What the actual FUCK, Samuel?!” You screeched, pushing the pillow away from your face.
Sam laughed, too loud for the hour that it was. “Did you really think after everything else I’ve given you tonight, I wouldn’t give you a damn pillow?”
“Yeah, thank you for that, but like...” You snatched the pillow up in your hand, holding it up dramatically. “You couldn’t bring it down here and hand it to me?”
“Nope. Didn’t feel like going down the stairs.” Sam turned back towards the hallway. “Goodnight!”
You let out another tired and frustrated sigh, tossing the pillow behind you and attempting to get back to the comfort level you’d had just moments ago.
Drifting off to sleep was fairly easy once you finally did get comfortable. The warmth and sweet smell of Sam’s house, the soft glow of a lamp he’d left on, it all helped lull you to sleep within minutes.
That peaceful sleep only lasted so long, though.
“You’re so pretty, cum for me, doll. Come on-“
Sam’s voice cut through your mind and seemed to echo around; bouncing off the walls of your skull, jolting you awake instantly.
You sat up straight, a layer of sweat had formed over your skin and your chest heaved with quick, labored breaths.
The damp feeling between your legs couldn’t be ignored either, no matter how much you wanted to ignore it.
You fought to calm yourself down, laying back down into the couch.
All you could see when you closed your eyes, was the obscene imagines of Sam’s hand between your legs.
Even as you stared up at the ceiling; no signs of sleep in your near future at all, Sam’s voice continued to echo throughout your mind.
“God damnit,” you uttered, banging your head against the pillow, hoping for a moment it would just turn into a brick.
You contemplated all your options; Stay on the couch, please yourself all on your own and try to go back to sleep. Or, go upstairs and make up some excuse about not being able to sleep or something… Maybe just being next to Sam would help. Or hell, even getting yourself off and then going upstairs anyway.
After a minute or two of thinking, every single idea you had, pretty much ended with you going upstairs to Sam.
So, deciding to try your luck, you pulled yourself up from the couch and made your way towards the stairs.
Quietly, you made your way up and down the hall to Sam’s bedroom, trying to come up with an -albeit bullshit excuse- but an excuse nonetheless.
The door was cracked ever so slightly, just enough for you to peak through and see him sleeping soundly in his bed.
Casting the hesitation creeping up inside you as far away as it would go, your fingertips touched the cool wood of the door and lightly pushed it open.
“Sammy…” You squeaked out, barely stepping through the doorway.
He stirred for a moment and you realized that your whispered call of his name, was definitely not enough.
“Sam.”
It was firmer and louder, but not too loud as to startle him.
Sam stirred around again, before one of his eyes popped open sleepily.
He offered a half ass acknowledgment to your presence. “Hm?”
“I, uhm… the couch is uncomfortable…” Staring down at the floor, you fiddled mindlessly with your fingers,
“Aaand this is suddenly my problem?” Sam cocked one of his eyebrows, opening up both eyes now.
“It’s your house...” You pointed, as if it was indeed his problem, simply for that reason.
“What do you want me to do? Trade with you?” Sam jested, taunting you. “You’re such a fucking princess.”
“No….” You crossed your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. ”I’m not gonna make you get up. Can I… Can I just lay with you…?”
Sam sat up in his spot, running his hands through his hair as a smirk pulled at his lips. “You’re being so much sweeter now. What’s the deal, hm?”
You panicked slightly, wondering if he was really on to you, or if he was just trying to rattle your cage.
“Nothing, just- nevermind. I’ll go back down-“
“Okay, okay, whatever.” Sam cut you off. “I’m fucking with you. I guess I don’t care if you sleep here with me...”
You stopped in your tracks, turning back around to face him with a light pink tinge covering your cheeks and eyes slightly widened with shock.
“Really?”
“No, I’m still just yanking your chain.” Sam grumbled sarcastically. “Yes, really.”
Your feet were carrying you to Sam’s bed, before your brain had even given the okay.
Sam slid over, giving you room to join in next to him. You settled under the covers, breathing a pretty long sigh of relief. He turned over on his side, facing away from you and you fought to get comfortable yourself.
After a minute or two, you finally settled in a little. Of course, your body was still having absolutely none of it.
All you could think of was the gorgeous man that was now next to you - who was, without a doubt, feeling the heat exuding off of your body.
With a huff, you shifted again and Sam mumbled some incoherencies from behind you.
“Fucks sake, I might as well have a space heater next to me.” Sam teased, but there was obvious annoyance in his tone.
Flipping over on your back, you turned your head to the side and glared at the back of his head. “It’s hot.”
“Liar.” Sam smirked, flipping over to face you.
He looked you up and down then joked cooly, “If you’re so hot, why don’t you just take off some of your clothes?”
You scoffed, cheeks turning pink again. He was absolutely on to you.
You tried your best to sound repulsed by his idea. “I’d rather suffer.”
“Oh, you would?” Sam questioned slyly. “At least if you took them off, it would be a lot easier for me to get you off.”
Your head snapped to look at him, mouth gaping at his sudden bluntness.
“What? That’s what you came up here for, right?”
“Well, i- uhm..” you swallowed, opening and closing your mouth a couple times as you frantically searched for something to say.
“The faster you tell me, the sooner I can help.” Inching closer to you, his hand came up to graze over your cheek. “You got all hot and bothered downstairs thinking of me, huh?”
That cocky fuck.
“Fuck you.” Staring up at the ceiling, you fought to keep your eyes from fluttering closed as his soft touch consumed you. “I’m not telling you.”
“You don’t really need to tell me.” Sam chuckled lowly, voice still laced with sleep and now a little bit of lust. “I know I’m right on the money.”
“And how do you know, Samuel?” You pressed, flicking your eyes to him briefly.
“I think you’ll be severely embarrassed if I go down the list.” Sam snickered, trying to spare you of what he knew.
Cringing, you asked him to continue anyway. “No, tell me.”
“Well for starters, you’ve been squirming around in my bed for half an hour now.” Sam started, pitching in that annoyed edge. “Your cheeks have been twenty different shades of pink, your body is just radiating hellfire… And! The real kicker, I heard you moaning my name.”
All the blood drained from your face, as soon as those last few words left Sam’s mouth. You wanted to shrink down into the mattress, tiny enough that he couldn’t find you even with a magnifying glass.
“You heard me??” You covered your face with both hands, muffling your words. “But I was just- I was just dreaming?!”
“Yep, I did.” Sam confirmed again, matter-of-factly. “And I guess your dream was just pretty realistic. ‘Uh, Sammy! Please!’”
You pulled your knees up and scrunched yourself up, groaning loudly to block out his mocking. “Oh, my god. Shut up!”
Placing a hand on your knee closest to him, he gently pushed it back down. “At least they sounded pretty.”
Allowing your legs to stretch back out, Sam took the opportunity to crawl over top of you.
He took each of your wrists in his hands and pulled them away from your face. You immediately noticed the way his hands and fingers wrapped all the way around them.
“Do I make them sound as pretty as you do? What do you think, princess?” Sam grinned above you, staring down at you with dark eyes and radiating a confidence that turned you on even more.
“Not even close.” You shot, trying to feed off of some of his confidence.
“Oh, so I make them sound better? Got it.” Sam’s hand found your cheek, pinching it slightly between his fingers. “God, you’re so flustered and pink. What could I have possibly done to make you blush this much, huh?”
Smacking his hand away weakly, you huffed. “Sam.”
There was nothing you wanted more than his lips on yours… And all over the rest of your body.
“What?” Sam raised, leaning down closer to you.
“Fucking kiss me, or I’m getting up and fixing my problem downstairs. On your couch. While you listen.” You punctuated your warning, hoping the little bit of courage you were able to muster was enough.
“That sounds like a threat, but also another lie.” Slipping a finger under your chin, he leaned in even closer. “Don’t start getting bratty on me now, cause I’ll make you do it.” Sam warned, low and gravely against your cheek. “It wouldn’t be any fun that way around, would it?”
“You’re such a brat.”
“Mm, takes one to know one, doesn’t it?” Sam questioned. “I have to out-brat the brat, princess.”
“Well… I don’t think you’d actually make me do that.” You knew he probably would, but you weren’t about to admit it.
You turned your head to chase after Sam’s lips, but he pulled away swiftly. “You wanna try me?”
“No,” You caved. “What I want is for you to fucking kiss me.”
“So needy.” Sam shook his head, finally closing the space between you two.
His lips met yours in what you thought would be a slow and easy kiss. Instead, it was desperate and quick in pace, robbing you of the air in your lungs and making that aching pulse between your legs even worse.
Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging at it hard enough to draw a soft whimper out of him. It was barely audible, the main signs of it being the soft vibration of his lips.
After a few more moments, Sam pulled away - breathless. “If you weren’t so busy despising my existence, I sure as shit would have kissed you a lot sooner.”
“‘Despise’ is a strong word,”
His lips curled up into a crooked smile as you spoke.
“Mm, strongly dislike, then…?” Sam placed a kiss over your jaw, working his way down your neck. He searched for a sensitive spot, with unmatched dedication.
A soft whine bubbled out of you, making him hum into your skin. He spent a few more seconds babying the spot he’d found, before moving down farther.
“T-take it off,” you breathed out. “Take my shirt off, please.”
“Bratty girl even added a ‘please’.” Sam smirked, pulling away from you. “-and It’s my shirt.”
His hands traveled down your sides, taking the hem of his shirt in his hands.
“Fine,” you grumbled, punctuating your words with an eye roll. “Take off your shirt, please.”
Sam’s lips pulled up in a conniving smirk as he leaned back, giggling at your confused expression.
The confused expression didn’t last long; quickly forming into a scowl as Sam pulled off his own shirt instead of yours.
“Oh, for fucks sake!” Taking the hem in your own hands, your started to yank the material over your head yourself.
“Hey, now-“ Sam put an abrupt stop to your actions. “That’s my job, thank you.”
“You should get fired, then.” You glared up at him, releasing the hem to let his hands replace yours.
The room suddenly filled with the sound of Sam’s laugh, full and dripping with sarcasm.
“If you’d slow down, you might think I need a raise.” Sam nodded his head upwards, signaling you to lift your arms for him.
You did as he asked, letting him pull his shirt off of you.
“Oh, yes…” Sam breathed, marveling at the sight of your bare chest, like a kid with a brand new toy. “Fuck yes, you’re so perfect.”
A deep blush settled over your cheeks. You settled back against the pillows completely, letting Sam do as he pleased.
“Let’s experiment a little, shall we?” Sam mumbled, the corner of his lip twitching upwards briefly.
He slowly took one of your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger, his other hand gently cradling your other breast.
Glancing up at, he asked. “Which do you like better, princess?”
“This…?” With his questions, he pinched your nipple between his fingers with just enough pressure, drawing a choked whimper from you.
“Or, this…”
Dipping his head down to your breast that he’d been cradling in his hand, he took that nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and sucking at it softly.
“Oh- oh, fuck,” you whimpered again, slightly more vocal this time.
His breath fanned over your nipple as he pulled away just enough to speak. “Yeah? Is that the one?”
Sam moved back to the other and repeated the action, slipping his hand underneath your back when you arched into him.
He held you up against him, trailing kisses over your collarbones as your head fell back, then, trailing them down your sternum.
“So,” Kiss. “So,” Kiss. “Pretty.”
Laying you back down against the mattress, Sam continued his track down your body.
It was safe to say that no one had ever spent this much time working you up. There’s was no doubt in your mind that by the time Sam made it to where you needed him, you would be soaking through your panties and probably onto his sheets, too.
Sam trailed kisses down your stomach in a pattern that, to anyone else, would seem so random. But to him, it was so intentional. It was thought out. Like he had a plan and was sticking to it.
As he reached the hem of sweatpants he’d lended you, his eyes found yours again.
Before he could even ask, you were already eagerly giving him permission.
“Take them off, please.” You begged lightly. “Both of them.”
“Why so desperate?” Sam questioned tauntingly, hooking his hands in both the sweatpants and your panties . “Is this pretty little clit giving you trouble? Does it need me to baby it? Huh, Princess?”
Your heart pounded against your ribcage as Sam finally tugged the articles of clothing, all the way off and settled between your legs.
“I need it,” you breathed, looking down at him in intense anticipation.
“Need it so bad, Sammy.”
“Where did that tough girl go… you know, the one that hates my guts?” The smirk on his face was downright sinister. “Where did she disappear to so fast?”
Sam placed a teasing kiss over your clit, watching you through his lashes.
“Sam… put your mouth to better fucking use.” You tried to demand, but it was just breathy and weak.
“Mm, you’re too whiny to sound tough now.” Sam chuckled, sliding his middle finger through your folds. “It’s almost pathetic.”
“Samuel.” His name snapped out of you in an exasperated sigh - a pure display of your frustration.
“Relaaax,” Sammy drawled out the word tauntingly.
He flashed you his crooked, toothy smile and slowly slid his thumb through your folds. Collecting some of your wetness and spreading it up to your clit, he rubbed slow, teasing circles into your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“More, Sammy-“ You begged, even though you knew he probably wouldn’t grant you anything you begged for.
He barely had so far, why would he now?
But much to your surprise, he did indeed give you more.
“You need more, princess??” he asked, adding a sweetness to his tone that - any other time - would have your blood boiling.
Without waiting for you to answer, his thumb retreated from your clit and his mouth took over. His finger grazed the edges of your entrance, taunting it a little - beckoning you to beg just a little more.
“S-Sammy,” his name tumbled out of you, whiny and shaky with need.
Pleased with the reaction he drew from you, he sunk his finger into you and immediately started his search for that sweet spot inside you.
A stream of moans and curses started falling from your mouth, egging him on and on. “Oh- oh fuck, Samm-“
He simply hummed against you, mouth occupied, tending to your needy clit.
With an experimental curl of his fingers at just the right angle, he pressed into your G-spot.
Your back arched away from the bed with a pitiful cry of pleasure. You weren’t too keen on the fact that you were blowing Sam’s head up, but… it was becoming gradually more worth the cocky remarks he would surely have, once it was all said and done.
Focusing in on the pleasure he was sending through your body, you hesitantly reached up and tangled your fingers in Sam’s hair, tugging it and pushing him harder against your heat all at once.
With a few more curls of his fingers and swirls of his tongue over your clit, the knot in your stomach tightened.
And just before it snapped inside you, you gave Sam a broken, verbal warning of your orgasm.
“Sammy… i- i’m gonna c-cum,”
A borderline evil, and definitely cocky, chuckle erupted from him, as he sucked your clit into his mouth and continued a steady pace with his fingers.
You tugged away at his hair, eyes falling shut as the band of pleasure broke inside you.
And he guided you through it all, coaxing endless moans and slurs of his name out of you as you came around his fingers.
But as you started to come down, his pace hardly slowed.
You gasped and writhed against his mouth in overstimulation, tugging at his hair in attempts to get his all too skilled mouth away from your hypersensitive clit.
Sam was having none of it.
Pulling his fingers out of you carefully, but quickly, he reached up with both hands and grabbed your wrists. He pulled them away from his hair and pinned them down to the bed at your sides, never letting his tongue lose contact with your bundle of nerves.
“Sam- I can’t!“ You choked out, trying to decide if you wanted him to stop. Or, judging by the way your hips had started grinding into his mouth again, if you wanted him to keep going. “Samuel-“
He broke away suddenly, mouth and chin soaked with your wetness and his chest heaving lightly.
“Just a minute ago you said you were begging for more??” Sam moved his hands from your wrists, down to your hands and laced his fingers with yours. Still keeping them pinned firmly in place.
Sam shook his head softly in faux disappointment. “Trying to give you more and you can’t even take it. Pitiful.”
He returned his mouth to your clit and a choked moan erupted from you.
It was completely foreign to you; being lead straight into a second orgasm. You were lucky with past partners, to even get one.
And here Sam was, coaxing another out of you at the mercy of his tongue.
He continued toying with your clit, babying it with his tongue in different ways to see what made you moan the loudest.
“Sam- Keep going, keep going,” you pleaded, grinding yourself up into his tongue.
Sam acknowledged your pleaded with a soft squeeze of his hands, still tangled with your own.
Knowing you were getting close again, he sucked your clit into his mouth, teasing his tongue around it in search of a little spot that would send you over.
Sam’s tongue flicked against the side of your bundle of nerves just right, eliciting a stream of curses and moans from you.
“Don’t stop, Sam-“ You forced your voice to squeak the words out. “-M’gonnq cum.”
Your body begins to squirm beneath him involuntarily, forcing Sam to release your hands and throw his arms over your hips.
The bliss-filled coil exploded in you once again, shooting shock waves of pleasure down through your hands and all the way down to your toes.
Faintly, you could hear and feel Sam groan against you, drawn out of him when he couldn’t help but grind his hips into the mattress.
Once you had calmed down, Sam pulled his mouth away from you with a prideful smile.
“You’re so cute when I make a mess of you, princess.” Sam’s skilled tongue appeared and licked over his lips. “I could do nothing but play with that pretty cunt every day and I’d be very happy.”
A crimson blush dusted over you cheeks. Definitely not a shock to either of you. Sam really knew how to keep you blushing, apparently.
You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him that you absolutely wouldn’t mind him eating you out every hour of the day.
But as Sam crawled over you, all the thoughts in your head scattered in all directions.
Instead of saying anything, you brought your hands up to find the hem of his shorts and pushing them down.
“Cat got your tongue, pretty girl?” Sam teased, watching your hands for a moment before joining his own to help you.
You quipped right back without missing a beat. “Interesting choice of words for someone whose mouth was just buried in mine.”
“Shut it. You could barely handle two orgasms.” Sam rolled his eyes. “‘Sammy, I can’t! I can’t’” He mimicked you poorly.
“I could’ve handled another.” You squinted your eyes up at Sam, challenging him.
Sam tossed away his shorts and boxers. “Oh, you think so?”
“Mhm. I think so, Yes.” You gave him a curt nod.
His tone was drenched with amusement. “I think this challenge is gonna be more than you bargained for, baby doll.”
Sam waited until you were right about to make your rebuttal, before he teased himself over your entrance and up to your clit, tracing around it lightly with his tip.
You gasped, rolling your hips into his teasing movements. “Oh-“
“Use that pretty voice to tell me what you want.” Sam commanded gently. “Can you do that for me?”
“I want you in me.” Your hands found the backs of Sam’s shoulders. “Please, I want you in me.”
Sam clicked his tongue and shook his head in disappointment. “Is that all you got, princess? I think you can do better than that.”
“Fuck you, Sam.” Your tone was harsher than you’d expected it to be, especially compared to the words that had just left your mouth moments before.
“We would be fucking if you would just beg me.” Sam slipped into you, just barely sinking his tip inside. “And make it sound prettier this time.”
“I gave you all you’re gonna get, Kiszka.” You stood defiant. “Either fuck me, or-“
Without a single bit of warning, Sam pushed into you to the hilt. The sting of him stretching you out, stole all of the air from your lungs.
“Keep talking shit,” Sam grunted, daring you to open your mouth again. “Run that pretty mouth, in that annoying little voice and see where you end up.”
The only response you gave him the second you opened your mouth, was another moan as he delivered a sharp thrust into you.
“What’s that? Come on, use your words, princess.” Sam spoke mockingly. “I can’t understand sounds.”
In attempts to deepen his pace, Sam leaned over you, planting both forearms on either side of your head.
The new proximity between the two of you, had your breath catching on every inhale. All the moans leaving your lips were choked and grew even higher in pitch, thanks to his new angle.
Sam’s thrusts were relentless and unforgiving, his cock hitting and dragging against spots you didn’t even know existed. Spots you never knew had been craving such merciless attention.
“F-fuck, Sam!” You threw your arms around him, digging your nails into Sam’s back and shoulders. “Ha-Harder. I need it- harder.”
Sam’s face was buried into your neck, biting and sucking at whatever skin his mouth could get to.
“Harder?” Sam purred right into your ear, before his tone became slightly teasing. “Harder, huh?”
One of his hands slipped between you, splaying across your lower belly. “You wanna feel me up here?”
Without waiting for you to answer, he moved his hand from your stomach to your leg, hiking it up and over his hip in one swift, rough movement that matched the rough pace of his hips.
He pulled himself up from over top of you, bringing his other hand between your bodies and circling two fingers over your clit.
It was a featherlight touch, knowing how sensitive you still were. However, the lightness of the touch didn’t stop it from being just as effective, though.
“Sammy, please!” Your hips jerked and bucked up to meet his thrusts and his fingers all at once.
The thought of another orgasm was dizzying.
Feeling himself growing dangerously close to his own peak, Sam slowed to a stop, but stayed buried inside you. His fingers continued circling over your clit, purposefully guiding you closer and closer to your peak without him.
“Why…” You started to choke out in a whiny tone. “Why did you- fuck- stop?”
Sam pulled out of you slowly, mouth falling open as he watched himself slide out of you.
“I’m not ready to cum yet.” Sam spoke calmly, cool and sickeningly collected as ever.
His fingers dipped down to your entrance, bringing some of your wetness back up to your bundle of nerves.
Your back arched away from the bed slightly. “Sammy, please…”
“I’ll cum with you when I’m ready.” He told you, smirking as he watched your breathing become even more labored.
“I can’t, I- I can’t wait,” you whimpered, choking on the pleasure that was seconds away from consuming your body.
“I never said you had to wait for me.” Sam’s fingers dug just a little deeper against your clit. “I’m gonna keep making you cum, until I’m ready to finally cum with you.”
“Oh, god…” You genuinely didn’t know if your body could function in the way that he was practically demanding it to.
Shifting again, Sam slipping back inside you slowly. He started pumping in and out of you, gradually speeding up his pace again.
Your mouth fell open the second he hit one of those sweet spots inside you, hurling your body into another orgasm.
Your hand wrapped around Sam’s wrist, feeling the muscles in his forearms flexing as his fingers continued working you over.
He pulled his hand away, leaning his body back down over yours.
“Relax, princess.” Sam whispered lowly into your ear. “Doing so good for me.”
As you calmed down, your body ached for his previous pace.
You begged through the mind numbing (yet addicting) feeling of overstimulation. “Don’t stop. Shit, please don’t-“
“Funny how just a couple hours ago, you couldn’t stand me.” Sam snickered, panting and grunting in between a couple words. “Now your pretty body is coming undone for me. Right- fuck, right here in my bed.”
God, he was making your brain short circuit.
“Want to ride you,” it slipped out before you could think better of it.
“Yeah? You wanna ride me, baby doll?” Sam questioned lightly, his way of checking to be sure it was really what you wanted and not a completely thoughtless statement.
You nodded frantically, looking into his eyes for the first time in a little while. Every bit of the sex filled air in your lungs, poured out of you in a shaky sigh.
“You can ride me, princess.” Sam nodded back, pulling out of you. “As long as you do exactly what I say. Can you do that for me?”
“That depends,” you mumbled in response.
Sam clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, pulling you into his lap anyway.
“Bratty girl.” His hand smacked down against your bare thigh, causing you to gasp and drop your head back.
“Ooo, she liked that.”
Bracing your hands on his chest, you slowly sunk down on his cock - hard and throbbing from edging himself.
The deeper you took him, the more your arms shook and threatened to fail in upholding the weight they were under.
“Do that again,” you begged through your shaky voice, aching to feel the sting of his hand on your skin again.
Sam’s lips pulled up in a pleased smirk, as he drawer his hand back and bringing it down again, this time against your ass.
The pleasurable pain of it, caused a choked moan to erupt from your lungs. You clenched down around him, causing his smirk to falter and a whiny moan of his own.
“Fucking christ, Y/N-“
“Not so smug now, are you, Sammy boy?” It felt nice to finally have a quip of your own.
Of course it took him no time to recollect himself. Slick fuck.
Sam’s hand slid from where it was still lingering over your ass, up to your hair. His fingers tangled in, swiftly yanking your head back.
“Don’t forget who’s in charge here, princess.” He warned lowly, delivering a sharp thrust up into you. “That wouldn’t be in your best interest.”
Despite his fingers being tightly woven into your hair, you started rolling your hips into his.
“That’s it, princess. Be a good girl and move for me,” He was taunting you; taking note of how you were struggling to hold it together. How your eyes had closed, as he kept your head tipped back. How you bottom lip was secured between your teeth.
Blindly, you trailed your hand up his chest until your fingertips could feel his collarbones. Your hand moved up just a little farther, until it was resting against the base of his neck.
You were convinced that even the loudest of noises, would fail in covering up the gasp that Sam emitted.
His fingers loosened in your hair, his hand falling to the back of your neck and you immediately looked back down at him.
“What is it, Sammy?” You fought to find a tone just as mocking as his had been all night. “Now who looks all fucked out?”
“Don’t- oh, fuck me-“ Now Sam’s tone was whiny, just as yours had been. “Don’t fucking try me. I’m telling you, little brat.”
Your grip tightened slightly around his throat, just as his tightened around the back of your neck.
It took everything in you to keep the quick pace of your hips; your main encouragement being getting Sam off.
“Slow down.” Sam bit out through gritted teeth, grabbing at your hips with both of his large hands.
“N-no.”
The two of you were caught up in a little battle for dominance. Unfortunately for you, Sam was stronger a just a little too good at what he does. So, the upper hand was his once again within seconds.
Just as you felt Sam twitch inside you, he was using all his strength to haul you off of him, dragging you up to his face.
Your hands flew forward to grab onto the headboard of Sam’s bed. You were almost certain you were going have whiplash later.
“God damnit, Sam!”
You weren’t sure if your outburst was because of losing your upper hand, or if it was from Sam’s mouth connecting with your swollen bundle of nerves.
However, you lacked the brain power to figure it out, so, you chalked it up to both.
“At least you don’t have as much to say now-“ A stream of moans cut through your sentence, as Sam’s tongue flicked over you clit faster - you guessed as retaliation. “-D- do you, Sammy?”
Despite how much he may have wanted to say something quick and snarky, Sam was hell bent on making you cum again. Even if that meant giving up a good moment of… banter - as he considered it.
His grip tightened on your hips and his tongue repeated a similar action from before; flicking rapidly along the side of your clit, a particularly sensitive little spot that Sam had become well acquainted with already.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your voice was growing raspy from the constant moans he’d drawn out of you.
“That- Sammy, that spot, i-“
There was a low hum from Sam, accompanied by the soft vibration against you.
That little bit of vibration did nothing but nudge you even closer to your release. Your high pitched squeak was definitely a give away to Sam as well, and like the sick bastard you felt he was, he repeated the same little hum. Even longer and drawn out than the first time.
“Sam… Sam. Fuck, Sammy-“ You gripped at the headboard tightly, letting his name slip off your lips in a constant stream.
Hot tears stung at the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision. A pathetic sobbed soon followed and you felt Sam’s chest bounce ever so slightly, as result of his silent, pleased, giggle.
How he had infiltrated his way into knowing your body like the back of his hand, was beyond you. There weren’t any comprehensive thoughts left in your head. A few profanities and Sam’s name, was all that remained.
Sam moved you away from his mouth and wrapped his arms all the way around you, flipping the two of you over in one swift movement.
Your chest heaved, hands clung tightly to his shoulders and hot tears trickled down your cheek - almost cartoon like in how perfectly the few droplets had fallen.
“You wanna stop?” It was so genuine, as his thumb grazed your cheek to rid it of one of the little tears.
You took a few more deep breaths, finding his serious tone and gentler touch very grounding.
“N… No.” You answered him, voice clear and certain, once you worked passed the little stutter.
“Open your eyes and tell me.” He commanded gently.
You did as he said. “No, I don’t wanna stop, Sammy.”
a sob of desperation strained your voice. “Put… put it back,”
“What? You want me back inside you?” The previous Sam had returned once again. He didn’t miss a single beat.
You reached down, taking him in your hand and moving to line him up with your entrance yourself.
He was so hard. The second your hand wrapped around him, his cock was twitching in your loose grip. You couldn’t help but glance down, practically drooling over the way his tip, angry and red, was leaking profusely.
“God… you look so pretty like this…” Sam spoke up breathlessly.
As soon as his head of his cock nudged your entrance, he was pushing all the way in.
The breath you released puffed out of you, like you’d been holding it for hours.
“Need— oh, shit- okay…” Sam was barely holding on to his own composure.
He fell quiet for a moment and the two of you just stayed like that for a moment: Sam struggling to hold himself up above you, buried to the hilt inside of you,
“Need you to cum one more time, princess. Can you do that? Just for me?” His voice was as sweet as honey. “Cum for me one more time… Promise m’gonna cum with you this time.” Given the level of which he was struggling, you knew he was serious.
“I don’t… I don’t know that i can…” You whimpered, sucking in a quick breath of surprise through your nose, when you felt Sam’s hand trail down between your bodies again.
“Yeah, you can.” Sam nodded, gently rolling his hips into yours. His thumb rested over your clit so gently, you could burst into tears, rubbing slow circles into it. “Just one more, pretty baby. One more.”
Closing your eyes, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as more tears of pleasure fell. If felt so, so good. Too good.
“Atta fucking girl. Focus on how you feel and nothing else…” Sam cooed, picking up the speed of his thrusts ever-so-slightly
A sick, embarrassing, combination of a sob and moan flew past your lips without warning and you reached out for Sam, attempting to pull him down against your body in search of something to keep you on earth.
“Sam! Plea-“
“Shhh, just chase that high, princess. Chase it.” He cut you off, spouting encouraging words and praises to you. “You wanna scream? Scream. You wanna cry? Cry then, baby.”
Your head fell back and you allowed your mouth to fall open into the prettiest little “O” shape, but nothing came out.
“You’re gonna cum for me again…?” It was half a question, half a command.
“Uh huh.”
Those two little words took more power to get out, than trying to move a piece of furniture all by yourself.
“Yeah, you are.” Sam’s lips twitched upwards in a proud smirk, adding a little more pressure to his thumb that hadn’t once stopped circling your clit. “You’re doing so fucking good for me. My pretty, bratty girl. Don’t hold it, let it happen.”
Sam’s hips were faltering every few thrusts, alerting you that he was close and you were bound and determined to hold back, forcing him to cum before you.
Maybe he wouldn’t make you cum again, if he got there before you.
The way your body tensed and face contorted in concentration, was far too obvious, though.
“Fuck. No.” Sam hissed, mercilessly pounding his hips against you.
His thumb was sweet, brutal, torment over your clit. A few more quick, dizzying, circles away from forcing your soul out of your body.
“Oh my fucking God! Oh my god-“
Not once did you ever think you would be a screamer, but given the circumstances and immense amounts of pleasure, it was clearly very possible.
You also always thought seeing stars was fake… but that was also not the case.
Stars and little bubbles of grey clouded your vision; the sounds around you becoming nothing but faint, background noises.
You could just barely hear Sam’s sex-laden voice.
“There it is,” He managed out through his own expletives and moans. “Ride it, pretty girl. Give it all to me…”
After what felt like an eternity, you started to calm down and well… feel like you were back in your own body.
“Y/N,” Sam drawled out your name, almost singing it. “Are you still on planet earth?”
A humorless huff of a giggle blew out of you as you mumbled, “Hardly…”
Feeling Sam’s weight lift off of you, the bed dipped lightly at the foot. You forced your eyes open for the first time, drinking in Sam’s naked, mildly sweaty body while his back was towards you.
“Where are-“
“Gonna go get something to clean you up.” He answered, already knowing what you were asking.
Patiently, you waited for him to return. It wasn’t a long wait and when he did reappear into the bedroom, he was sporting the cheekiest smile you had ever seen.
“What is it?”
“Nothing.” Sam lied quickly, obviously fighting back giggles by the way his tone was pitched up.
“Sam, I swear, if you don’t tell me right now…” Rather than your tone being laced with irritation, it was playful.
He crawled back into the bed, sitting down between your legs and nudging your legs apart a little. His smile grew a little wider.
“I was just thinking about how I don’t think I hate you anymore.”
His words registered, but your answered was delayed thanks to the hiss that you pulled through clenched teeth.
“Fuck, I’m sorry-“ Sam mumbled sweetly, concentrating intently on carefully wiping you off.
“It’s okay.” Your own lips pulled up in a lazy smile, thankful to see he had a sweet side.
“I, uhm… I don’t think I hate you either.”
Sam’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, hooded from a fresh sleepiness and sparkling with the post-sex glossiness.
Nothing else was said while he finished cleaning you up, too focused on not hurting you.
He cleaned himself up after, crawling back into bed next to you.
“We can do this, right?” Sam teased. “We can go from being insanely irritated with each other to cuddling… right??”
You tucked yourself closer to his body and giggled.
“I… I guess?” You shrugged against him. “You’re still gonna get on my nerves, though.”
“Whatever.” the scoff Sam let out was far too dramatic.
“Hey, you never know.” You peaked over your shoulder at him, mimicking one of his sly little smirks. “Maybe I’ll hate you again in the morning when I wake up.”
Sam’s mouth fell open in faux shock, but a bright, toothy smile forced it’s way into replacing it.
In a blink, his lips were attacking your neck with playful kisses,
Warnings: unprotected sex, choking, dirty talk, teasing, oral (f rec), fingering, squirting, cockwarming, dacryphilia mentioned, I think thats it! As always please let me know if I missed anything!
You stood looking at the beautiful view in front of you. The window nearly reached the high ceilings. Outside there was a big deck with a hot tub, but beyond that was mountains. The sun was setting and the colors in the sky were mesmerizing.
"Dont move," You heard softly from behind you,
"Why?" You turned your head towards him, smiling when you realized he was taking a picture of you,
"You look so perfect with the sunset behind you," He said, looking down at his phone and grinning before turning it off and putting it on the small coffee table. He walked over to you, he was wearing some short swim trunks and had his hair in a bun on top of his head.
"Well thank you baby," You said as he walked up and placed his hands on your hips. You looked up to him, "Going for a dip in the hot tub?"
"Mhmm" He hummed as you put your hands on his chest. His nose nudged against yours as he mumbled against your lips, "Join me?"
"Sure, I'll be out in a second" You replied quietly, turning your head when he tried to kiss you.
The smallest of frustrated sighs came out of his nose as he pulled away and walked out towards the deck. You had been denying him kisses all day. You weren't upset with him, in fact it was the opposite. He was amazing, he had brought you out to this secluded cabin as an early valentines day gift. He knew he'd be gone playing some show on the actual day, so he had planned this little weekend trip. You wanted to really spoil him, so you'd been holding out all day.
You had noticed it before you two had even gotten together. The nail biting, the chewing on his cheek when he was deep in thought, the way he moved his lips and jaw when he played in a show, that sinful tongue of his. Your Daniel had an oral fixation like no other.
When the two of you had finally gotten together you had realized JUST how right you were. You had quickly picked up on how much more intense it got when he was feeling especially needy. That was why you'd been holding out, because now, he'd be in that state when you finally gave him what he wanted. You knew if you didn't give in soon, you'd miss your window with this version of him. Wait too long and he'd be throwing you over his shoulder and taking what he wanted.
You made your way into the giant bathroom and stripped out of your clothes. You didn't bother putting on a swimsuit, knowing it wouldn't be on for more than 5 minutes anyways....plus you were dying to see Danny's reaction. You put your hair up, not wanting it in the way when things heated up. You grabbed a towel, wrapped it around you, and then made your way back through the cabin. On your way through you grabbed 2 beers from the kitchen and then walked past the burning fireplace on your way outside.
Stepping onto the deck you realized that it was even more breathtaking at night. With the minimal lights you could see so many stars in the sky. Your eyes drifted to Daniel who was sitting in the hot tub with his head laid back against the side. When he heard you shut the door he slowly lifted his head and looked to you,
"I brought you a beer babe" You said as you made your way over, handing it to him and placing yours on the side.
"Thanks angel," He said as he brought the bottle to his lips and took a sip.
You took this opportunity to drop your towel, the cold winter air sending chills over your skin, pebbling your nipples immediately. As Danny lowered his beer he looked to you, his mouth falling open and his brows rising. He watched your every move as you climbed into the water, shifting in his spot and reaching down to adjust himself in his trunks.
"Like what you see Wagner?" you asked with a smirk as you moved towards him.
He nodded, licking over his bottom lip as he reached his hand out for yours, leading you over to him. Once you were positioned between his legs he ran his hands up and down your sides, eyes raking over you.
"I think you're a little over dressed." You hinted to him, slipping a finger under the waistband of his swim trunks. The corner of his mouth twitched up and his eyes got dark as he looked up to you,
"Yeah?" He asked softly as he started to shimmy his trunks down his legs, "These keeping you from something you want?" he teased, holding up the soaked clothing before tossing them to the deck.
"I think they're keeping you from something you want." You jested back as you brought his hand down to your core, standing just far enough away that he couldn't get his mouth on you. He groaned as his fingers moved through your slit. "But if I'm mistaken I can go-"
You were cut off by him pulling you towards him,
"No, you're right" He admitted quickly, kissing at your abdomen as his fingers circled your clit. "I want it-want you, so bad"
You could see through the movement of the water that he was hard, and the more he worked his fingers against you the more your core started aching to have him inside you.
You moved to straddle him, his kisses ceasing only long enough to let you sink down on his length. Relieved groans passed both of your lips, his fingertips digging into your hips, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as you bottomed out.
"god baby, you-fuck you always feel so good" He stuttered, attempting to lean forward and capture your lips in a kiss. You parted your lips as if ready to accept the kiss, but right as his lips barely brushed yours you raised off of him, just out of his kisses reach.
A small gasp sounded out of him. You weren't sure if it was in protest to your teasing, or if it was from the sensation of you almost raising completely off of his cock. You had stopped with a little more than his tip still nestled inside you.
"Kiss me" He whined, looking up at you with his best puppy dog eyes, his hands still on your hips as he relaxed back against the side of the hot tub. You placed your hands on his shoulders, sinking down again. He moaned as you sunk to the hilt, but as soon as he moved to kiss you, so close his breath was hot on your lips, you raised up again.
A pained noise came out of him and his forehead fell to your abdomen. He decided then, that he'd have to settle for what he could get. His hands moved up your back as he pulled you closer to him, attaching his mouth to you in any way he could.
His hands slid up your back to your shoulders, pulling you back down on his length. You allowed it knowing that he was now aware of this unvoiced boundary you had set: no kiss on the lips until you said.
As he pulled you down he licked a strip up your sternum and then up your neck. Your head fell back as he put his hand on the back of your neck, holding it to his mouth as he sucked at the sensitive skin.
Daniel had a thing for marking you up, and you knew thats what he was doing. He'd nibble at your skin, just enough to make you squirm and clench around him, then he'd suck it into his mouth, usually accompanied by a moan rumbling against you. Once he was pleased with the mark he'd left, he licked over it with his tongue, soothing it before moving on to the next spot.
He continued this, leaving purple marks all over your neck and chest with is cock still buried inside you. Every time you'd moan or shiver under his lips you felt him twitch inside you. It had you desperate for more, considering giving in.
"Please," He murmured between kisses, "Please,"
You grabbed his face, squeezing it so that he puckered his lips and let his eyes focus on you,
"Please what?" You asked,
"I- I don't know" He mumbled, brows upturned in the middle, eyes pleading with you, "Fuck me, let me kiss you, anything-more I just need more"
He bucked his hips so subtly you doubted he even realized he did it. You loosened your grip on his face, and he kissed your palm, his eyes staying on yours as he then moved to suck two of your fingers in his mouth.
His hands on your hips started to rock them back and forth, grinding you down on him. You couldn't hold back the moan that escaped your throat, the feeling of him inside you and the way he was looking at you as he sucked your fingers, tongue moving between them...just like if he....
"You have been very good," You conceded, "And this needy mouth of yours has been very sweet to me, hasn't it?"
"Mhmm" He hummed around your fingers. He reached up, wrapping his hand around your wrist and pulling your hand from his mouth. He leaned forward and kissed your jaw, "Come on, let me take you inside and show you how sweet my mouth can be to your swollen little clit."
You groaned and once again clenched around him,
"Yeah, doesn't that sound nice?" his lips brushed against your jaw, his hand traveling up and wrapping lightly around your neck, "Cumming with my lips wrapped around that little bundle of nerves and my fingers tucked in your tight little cunt?"
"Uh huh-" You breathed out. You were fully aware of the shift, that now he had you wrapped around his finger.
"All you have to do is kiss me" he pulled back far enough to look at you, but his eyes were on your lips. "Kiss me and I'll carry you inside right now and make you cum on my face angel,"
You wasted no time, grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him to you, crashing your lips into his.
His grip on your neck tightened a little as he moaned into your mouth, his tongue pressing into it and dancing with yours as you continued to rock your hips. He kissed you like it was the first and last time he'd ever get to, with such hunger and passion it made your head spin. Your lungs burned, telling you it was time to come up for air, but you didn't want to.
He released his grip on your neck, moving his arms to secure you to his body. You felt his legs and abdomen tense as he stood up, his lips never leaving yours. If it had been anyone else you'd have been a little uneasy, worried they'd drop you, but never with Danny. He was a wall of solid muscle, the way his body moved as he held you was intoxicating. You could feel his muscles shifting effortlessly, his cock still in its favorite place deep inside you as he carefully made his way into the cabin.
With your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck he walked into the living room. There was already a pile of blankets and pillows on the floor next to the fireplace from where you had been reading a book earlier.
He sunk to his knees, cradling your head with his hand as he laid you back onto the plush faux fur rug, rocking his hips into yours so that he pressed in so deep you saw stars,
You moaned loudly, hands roaming his back and nails raking over his skin. He broke the kiss, growling against your neck as he repeated the movement before pulling out slowly,
"Danny," you whimpered at the loss of him inside you,
"Shhh y/n" He hushed you soothingly, reaching over and grabbing a pillow. "You'll get it back in a minute, right now I want to taste you" He placed the pillow under your hips, kissing up the top of your thighs as he got closer to your core, "And with the way you were squeezing me just now.... I don't think it will take very long to have you cumming for me"
He positioned himself on his stomach between your legs, looking up at you with the smug half smile that made you melt. He hooked your legs over his shoulders and dove in,
You arched your back off the rug, Dannys strong hands grabbing the outside of your thighs and holding you in place as he sucked and lapped at your sensitive clit,
"Oh god, oh-" You groaned, fingers gripping the material under you as his tongue moved lower, slipping into your entrance with his nose nudging your clit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck"
The curses flew past your lips when his tongue pulled away at the same moment his fingers slid into you,
"Such filthy words coming from my angel's mouth" He pressed a kiss to your clit as he pumped and curled his fingers, "It just feels too good doesn't it? You can't help yourself"
"Uh huh" You whined as you moved your hips, trying and failing to get his mouth on you
"Look at you, trying to get my mouth on you while I fuck you with my fingers," his tongue flattening against you as he shook his head, "Who's needy now?" He teased,
"Me, I am-" you pouted, reaching down and attempting to tug his head towards your heat,
His soft laugh vibrated against you, and then he decided to show you some mercy. His mouth and fingers working you together had you quickly approaching your orgasm, that coil deep in your stomach tightening so quickly you knew that you were going to cum hard.
"I-Danny, I-" You rushed out, the feeling intensifying. He nodded, moaning into you as he rutted his hips into the floor,
It crashed over you, lewd noises filling the room as you felt the warmth running down your thighs, your legs shaking on either side of Danny's head as he worked you through it.
Your chest was heaving as you tried to catch your breath,
"Mmm" He hummed, pulling his mouth away, "I fucking love when you do that for me," his eyes moved down to his hand, and your eyes caught what he was looking at. Their was a small pool of your release cupped in his palm. He licked over his lips, and then turned his gaze to your body,
Holding his hand out in front of him and over your body, he slowly tilted his hand, letting the liquid drip from his palm and onto your torso. His pupils were blown wide as he watched it land on your skin.
You were silent, entranced by his antics as he licked his palm and then started to slowly make his way up your body, kissing and licking where each drop had landed.
You caressed his face as his tongue traveled over you, savored you.
"You taste like-" He paused as he took your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over it before pulling off with a pop, "I don't know what it is, I just know it's my favorite thing"
"Really?" You asked as he moved to the other side of your chest, giving that nipple attention as well,
"Really." he replied as his lips peppered kisses along your neck now, his cock brushing against your core, "Love the taste of you on my tongue baby, think about it all the time"
You felt him lining up with you,
"If you didn't want my cock so bad I'd have you sitting on my face right now, riding my tongue until you were cumming down my throat"
"Jesus-" You sighed breathily as he pushed into you,
"I'd drink you down and then do it again, y/n" He took both your hands, interlacing your fingers and pinning them above your head, "Over and over until you couldn't take it anymore...."
His hips started to move and a moan shuddered out of you at his obscene words flowing into your ear,
"And then, I'd do it again," He sucked the spot behind your ear, panting against your skin, "Because I love when you cry for me just like your pretty cunt does,"
Your hands squeezed his tighter, head tilted back as far as you could manage so he had the expanse of your neck at his mercy,
His hips moved faster, the pillow under you giving him a heavenly angle inside you.
"You want that?" he mumbled against the crook of your neck, lightly dragging his teeth over a mark he'd left earlier,
"Want you to cum" you whispered, cheeks blushing at the thought of him catching onto what you really wanted,
"Sweet girl wants me to fill her up- ah- and then-" His hips started to falter as he spoke, "And then- fuck- I'm gonna cum"
His voice cracked and then he was biting into your shoulder as he spilled inside you, hips shuddering against you.
He slowly lifted his head, licking over the teeth marks in your reddened skin. He let go of your hands and started kissing over all the small bruises that adorned your skin.
"Danny," You breathed through a laugh,
"Hmm?" He asked, not willing to stop what he was doing,
"Kiss me" You said, pulling his lips from your skin and up to your mouth. He happily obliged, kissing you deeply before flipping so that now you were on top of him.
He slid his hands down to your ass, lifting you off of his length with a hiss through his teeth. You thought he was going to stop there, but he started moving you up his body,
You put your hands on his chest
"What are you doing," You asked, giggling at the look of annoyance he gave when you stopped his movements
"Told you, I'm not through with you yet," the glimmer in his eye told you that his was going to be a long night.
Hear me out, Jake is a nuzzler. Standing behind you -holding you- as he nuzzles the side of your cheek. Or nuzzling you hair, your neck, or anywhere you’d desire. Not only does he do it to comfort you but also himself. He just wants to be close to you.
