Puppy Sam having a scent kink, and like licking reader (smut..nfggh)
yesssss holy shit ABSOLUTELY.
puppy!sam loves marking you in any way he can. he does it in random moments outside of sex, does it all the way through during sex. he’ll lick you to get your attention and just for no reason at all. he does too much tbh.
his favorite place to lick is at your sternum. he lovessss burying his face between your breasts in missionary, knot throbbing like a headache as he presses his face against your skin. he licks one thick stripe up, a gasp rippling out of your body from the combined force of his cock ramming into you.
sam likes when the sex in the air smells like him. not because he hates the smell of you, no, in fact he loves your scent, but when it only smells like him and his saliva he knows that you’ll smell like him for about a day later.
you groan when he kisses your skin, one hand gripping your waist while his other holds him upright against the mattress. his tail wags behind him, a thumping noise that isn’t the mattress creaking throughout the room. his canines nip at your collar bone and up to your neck, teeth sinking into soft, meaty flesh until you’re grappling at the sheets and with his muscular back. he doesn’t suck your skin, just keeps his teeth anchored into you and swirls his tongue in place. your head tilts over, giving him more space to do what he must to feel fulfilled.
you’re sensitive all over from his relentless attacks, stickier from his saliva than your own sweat or other fluids. you arch into him when his cock hits your cervix, biting your bottom lip and groaning into your mouth.
sam sits up, inhaling deeply and finally holding onto your waist properly with both hands. he ruts into you harshly, small whines and whimpers leaving him tje closer his orgasm comes. he lifts one of your legs, grabbing your ankle and kissing your foot. you think he’s really weird for it, but he loves your feet. you’re never sure why.
he runs his tongue along each toe, finally suckling your big toe in his mouth and moaning when it finally hits. his climax floods out of him and inside you deeply, yet he doesn’t remove his mouth from your skin until it’s fully over.
there isn’t really any aftercare. well, he makes you cum first over anything, rubbing your clit and rolling his hips until it finally crashes down, but he just lays on you instead of moving.
he likes the skin on skin contact, an extra measure to ensure his sweat will stick to your skin. you hate that he basically traps you under him, arms flailing beneath him.
“sam,” you whine, beating a fist at his back. he doesn’t say anything, just whines and presses his forehead into your neck. “sam, get off of me.” he pretends not to listen. you give up.
you do smell like him until the day after. it takes everything in him not to fuck you senseless when his lingering sweat washes off of you, when he can only smell your hygiene products and perfume, but he doesn’t do it. not yet at least.
