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Dec 16, 2022

Big Feet, Small Dick

the way overdue small dick Sammy fic that started with me sending anonymous blurbs to @gretavanlace ✨

you and Sam have been dating for a little over a month. You’ve yet to do anything more than a heavy makeout session, not for lack of trying on your part. Little do you know, Sam has been hiding something from you.

warnings; explicit sex scenes, oral sex (fem receiving) inappropriate language. 18+, minors DNI

“Cheers!” Josh yelled, standing from the table and raising his glass in the air. “To the happy couple!”

“That’s what people say for weddings, Josh,” Sam mumbled, but he raised his drink with a sheepish smile along with everyone else.

“It’s been a month, Sammy boy, that’s basically a wedding for your noncommittal ass,” Josh said with a wave of his hand, then he thrusted his drink higher into the air before the liquid in the glass disappeared down his throat. “Drink up!” he encouraged, looking around at everyone sitting at the table. “It’s a party!”

“Your brother is insane,” you whispered into Sam’s ear, leaning in closer to him and crossing your legs under the table. “Is he always like this?”

Sam gave you an exasperated look and rested his arm over the back of your chair. “His batteries die every now and then, it’s Jake who you should really look out for.”

You frowned and looked down the table at the other Kiszka twin, examining him closely. He had a gentle smile on his face aimed at the girl to his side, nodding his head politely as he listened to her speak. As you watched, Jake raised his beer to his lips and took a small sip, maintaining eye contact with the girl the entire time like the perfect gentlemen.

“Him?” you asked dubiously, raising an eyebrow. “He seems tame in comparison to Josh.”

“Oh, no, that’s where he gets you,” Sam insisted firmly. “He’s good at masking, that’s all. It’s when you least expect it, believe me.”

You hummed consideringly. “I’ll take your word for it,” you said simply, then turned to look up at him, realizing how close he was, leaning down into your space. You smiled warmly and placed your hand on his thigh, squeezing lightly. “Enough about your brothers, this is our night, babe. One month.”

“One month,” Sam echoed with a gleeful smile. “Time flies when most of it is spent with a beautiful girl.”

“So cheesy,” you teased, your hand sliding higher up his thigh. Sam paused and raised his eyebrows, glancing down at the table cloth that concealed your hand creeping up towards his crotch.

“One month together and you never told me you’re an exhibitionist?” Sam asked lightly, but the flush on his cheeks showed you just how flustered he was.

“It never came up,” you said simply, slipping your hand over his crotch, quickly growing tired of dancing around it. “We haven’t really talked about… stuff like that.”

Sam pursed his lips at your words, looking more than a little sheepish. It had been one month, and not once had he made a move on you, leaving it all up to you. As soon as things started to get heated during a makeout session, though, he would randomly start a tickle war or roll off the couch completely, making it impossible for things to go further.

“Are you propositioning me, lady?” Sam asked with a half smirk, looking down at you curiously. You rolled your eyes and pulled your hand away, grabbing your glass and taking a sip of your wine.

“If only you’d let me,” you said quietly, not realizing until then that you were worried about Sam not being attracted to you in that way. You looked up at Sam openly, surprised to see the conflicted expression on his face, his lips parted slightly and looking like he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. “Sam?”

“It’s not you,” Sam said quietly, glancing around the crowded room at all of his friends and family members. “We– we should go somewhere more private.”

You were surprised, but tried not to show it as Sam stood up and pushed his chair back, immediately grabbing the attention of his eccentric older brother.

“Walking out on your own party?” Josh asked loudly, his flushed cheeks balling up as he grinned suggestively. “Eager to consummate the relationship?”

“Josh, this isn’t a wedding reception,” Sam said with a roll of his eyes, wrapping his arm around your waist after you stood up from the table. “We’re gonna have an early night, I’m still hungover from yesterday.”

“No one told you to drink all those Margaritas,” Josh told him, pointing a stern finger at him. “You need to learn discipline, young Sam.”

“The voices in my head did,” Sam said, then pulled you from the room with a half hearted wave. “Goodnight!”

“Sam, are you alright?” you asked in concern, allowing him to guide you upstairs to his bedroom. “We didn’t have to ditch everyone, I didn’t– I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Babe,” Sam sighed, closing the door and flipping the lock. “You didn’t upset me, if anything, I’ve upset you.”

You shuffled your feet on the carpeted floor and shrugged, looking at him silently.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” Sam admitted, stepping forward and crowding you against the bed. You sat down on the edge and looked up at him, feeling completely enraptured by his mere presence. “It’s been a struggle to keep my hands off of you, honey.”

“Then why?” you asked desperately, reaching out to stroke your hands down the sides of his thighs. “I haven’t exactly been subtle, Sam, and I hope you’re not just trying to be a gentlemen, ‘cos I was willing to fuck you on the first date.”

Sam chuckled and threw his head back, shaking it a couple of times before he suddenly shoved you back onto the mattress and kneeled on the floor between your knees. “I want to taste you so bad,” he said slowly, sliding his hands up your thighs, fiddling with the high waisted buckle on your jeans before he got them undone. “Lift up, babe,” he said, pulling them down your thighs when you arched your hips off the bed. Sam’s eyes greedily drank in the sight of your simple black cotton underwear, appreciating the curve of your pubic bone. “You’re beautiful,” he said reverently, leaning down to press a kiss to the slightly damp cotton.

“Sam,” you said breathily, hiking your shirt up and exposing your bra, leaning up slightly to take it off all the way. Sam looked up at you and raked his eyes over your body, letting one hand trail up your torso to cup your left breast through the lace, teasing your nipple with his thumb until it hardened under his touch. “Are you teasing me?” you asked curiously, your chest rising and falling with your heavy breaths. You were so turned on, it was almost embarrassing.

“I’m just appreciating you, baby,” Sam breathed, pulling down the cup of your bra so your nipple slipped out, tweaking it between his thumb and forefinger, sending zaps of electricity down to your core. “Shit, you’re so beautiful.”

“And you’re such a sap,” you groaned, resisting the urge to stomp your foot in frustration. “Sam, I’ve been patient enough, do something already or let me touch you.”

Sam grinned up at you dopily. “I’ve been wondering how you’d be in bed,” he admitted, gazing at you fondly. “I’m glad my impression of you being a brat is pretty spot on.”

You gasped in outrage. “You haven’t seen anything!” you protested, taking it upon yourself to yank down your underwear, drawing your knees up to pull them down your legs. You tossed them aside carelessly and lowered your feet back down to the ground, leaning up on your elbows to glare accusingly down at Sam.

Sam was absolutely lost as he stared vacantly at your exposed sex, probably not even realizing the way he licked his lips and leaned in closer as his eyes drank in every single inch of your smooth skin. You liked to wax to keep the hairs tame, but you also preferred to keep a little hair on the top, just a little spattering of curls on your pubic bone.

“You are positively fucking edible,” he whispered, glancing up at you for a second before he dove in, the tip of his nose brushing the wispy hairs as his tongue slipped out and slowly licked all the way up from your entrance to your clit, closing his lips around it and sucking as his eyes slipped closed. Your mouth opened around a silent moan, unable to look away from Sam as he gave himself up to basic instinct and licked you out, his hands slipping up to your thighs and raising one up, your foot resting on the edge of the bed, his hand hooking around your ankle.

“Sam,” you gasped quietly, feeling your entire body start to tremble. Your core was aching in that pleasant way that let you know it had been way too long since your last orgasm, and you absently wondered if Sam could feel you throbbing against his tongue. In a sneaky maneuver that made you flinch in surprise just as much as pleasure, Sam slid two fingers inside of you and curled them up as he applied direct pleasure to the spongey upper wall of your vagina, stroking it with his fingertips in time with the flicks of his tongue against your clit. You whimpered, your thighs twitching and threatening to close, as Sam abandoned your clit for a moment to lick up your vulva, in between the slick folds, then down to where his fingers were buried inside of you. “Sam!” you said urgently, feeling the annoying tellltale sign of needing to pee, “I– hold on, I think I–”

Sam refocused on your clit, flattening his tongue against it and bobbing his head to lick over it, feeling your thighs trembling where they encased his head, along with the tightening of your inner walls around his fingers. You groaned and threw your head back, your body bearing down as you came with a shout, your vision whiting out during the peak of your climax. You gasped for breath, pausing to swallow thickly to relieve the dryness in your throat, before opening your eyes and staring down at Sam as your chest rose and fell.

“Babe,” Sam groaned, leaning back to wipe a hand over his mouth, doing absolutely nothing but spreading the slick around. “You didn’t tell me you were a squirter.”

“I– I didn’t know,” you said honestly, lowering your feet to the floor. “I always feel like I need to pee before an orgasm, maybe that’s what that is…”

“Yeah, no shit,” Sam said with wide eyes, licking his lips over and over again. “That was so hot, darling…”

You breathed out a long breath and ran a hand over your face as you slowly sat up, your legs feeling like jelly. “That was way long overdue,” you said weakly, sharing a grin with Sam, who was still on the floor between your legs. “Can I return the favor, now?”

The gobsmacked expression on Sam’s face quickly turned into a look of trepidation, and he fidgeted uncomfortably, suddenly avoiding your gaze. “You– you’re probably real tired, babe, we don’t have to do anything.”

“Sam,” you said, frowning in concern. “What is it?”

“Hm?” Sam hummed, acting oblivious. “What is what?”

“Can you cut it out and just tell me what’s wrong already?” you softly demanded. “At the table, you said it wasn’t me, it was you– so tell me, what’s wrong with you?”

“I– it’s just that… well, um…” Sam sighed as he gave up on finding the words he wanted, instead he got to his feet and stared down at you nervously. “It’s probably better if I just show you.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise as he reached for the buckle on his jeans, completely avoiding your eyes as he undid them and pulled them down his legs, stepping out of them awkwardly. He hesitated with his thumbs hooked under the waistline of his boxers, chewing anxiously at his lip, before yanking them down and letting them drop to the floor.

There was silence in the room as Sam stood with his hands on his hips and his eyes fixated on the ceiling, and your heart broke as you realized why Sam had been evading every one one of your advances.

“Sam,” you said softly, hesitating over your words for a moment. “Is this what you’ve been hiding from me?”

Sam forced himself to look down and meet your eyes, his lips pursed as if he was bracing himself for a reprimand.

“What are you even trying to tell me?” you asked instead, staring up at him imploringly. “Did you think that I would– what, not want to be with you?”

“Well, yeah, that’s exactly what I thought,” Sam said with a helpless shrug.

“Sam, my tits are only a B cup, do you not want to be with me?”

“I like your tits.”

“I like your dick,” you insisted, crossing your arms over your chest. “And it’s a little insulting that you thought I wouldn’t want to be with you because of it. Do you really think I’m that shallow?”

“It’s not about you being shallow, it’s about me not being able to please you!” Sam said desperately, dropping to his knees to be face-to-face with you.

You huffed in disbelief. “Sam, you just made me squirt!” you exclaimed, then cringed hearing your own words out loud. “And it doesn’t matter how big it is, you just gotta know how to use it, and after what you just did to me, I have no doubt in my mind that you know how to please a girl.”

“It really doesn’t bother you?” Sam asked, staring up at you with those beautiful doe eyes.

“No, Sam,” you said firmly.

“It– it’s not too small?”

“Wha– Sam, no,” you said adamantly.

“You won’t tease me about it?” Sam asked in a lower voice, and your eyes widened in alarm.

“Sam, why the fuck would I–”

You paused, narrowing your eyes at him. His face was flushed, he was steadfastly avoiding your gaze, and his breathing had become a little exaggerated as he fiddled anxiously with his hands.

“You want me to,” you whispered, mostly to yourself, but Sam heard and looked up at you with desperate eyes, biting on his lip nervously. You thought he looked absolutely wanton for attention– or humiliation, a voice whispered in your head, and you couldn’t help but feel a tingling in your core at the realization.

“Oh, Sam,” you said, and he straightened up at the sound of your voice. “I really wish you had fucked me on our first date… so I would’ve known not to have another with you.”

He whimpered at your words, his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly.

“You really should have started the conversation with ‘hey, I have a small dick’ instead of wasting my time,” you said, standing up from the bed to tower over him. “Seriously, look at that little thing– you really thought you could impress me with that?”

Sam huffed out a shaky breath and blinked a few times, his lids heavy as he stared up at you desperately. You reached out to tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling his head back so the tendons in his neck showed. “What a shame, you’re such a beautiful guy,” you said, sighing in feigned disappointment. “At least you know how to lick a pussy right, ‘cos that’s the only thing you have going for you.”

You stepped away from him. “Get on the bed, Sam,” you ordered, fighting an amused smile as he scrambled to crawl onto the bed and flip over onto his back, his small erection bobbing with his erratic movements. “You paint such a pretty picture,” you breathed as you moved to stand at the end of the bed, gazing over his body appreciatively. “So effeminate… with a dick that size, you may as well call it a clit.”

Sam whined and fisted the base of his erection, but since it was so small, only the head peeked out of his fist. You felt a little thrill in your chest at the sight and moved to crawl onto the bed.

“Do you wanna fuck me with it, Sammy?” you purred, climbing over him and hovering on your hands and knees above him. Sam gasped and nodded, lifting his head to gaze down at where your groins almost aligned, if you’d just lower yourself a little bit.

“Please,” he breathed, licking his dry lips. “I wanna feel you…”

“Funny, because I won’t be able to feel you,” you teased, loving the power trip it gave you to see how much he enjoyed your harsh words. “I’ve always had a pretty sensitive gag reflex… guess I don’t have to worry about that now.”

“Fuck,” Sam whined, abandoning his cock in favour of grabbing your hips and pulling your groins flush together. You gasped as he slid his cock along your slick folds, shutting your eyes and grinding your hips down, the tip of his cock slipping over your clit.

“Fuck!” you whimpered, opening your eyes to see him staring up at you desperately. “I see you do know how to use it, Sammy boy…”

“God, you’re so wet,” he moaned, his hands on your ass keeping you pressed together. “So warm.”

“You do that to me,” you purred, rolling your hips over his straining erection. “You made me this wet, just you, Sam…”

“Just me?” he asked breathlessly, and you nodded.

“Just you, your tongue, and your small dick.”

“Fuck, let me fuck you with it,” he begged, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Is that any way to ask?” you teased, raising an eyebrow. Sam blushed at your words, knowing exactly what you wanted to hear.

“Let– let me fuck you with my small cock,” he begged, his hands sliding down your smooth thighs encircling his hips.

You leaned down, making him think you were going to kiss him, but you nipped his bottom lip roughly instead. “Better start sucking up, then,” you said sternly, sitting back on his hips. “If you want to fuck me, make me come with your mouth again. Then maybe we’ll see about giving that little thing some attention…”

Sam moaned, wanting nothing more than your hand wrapped around his cock at that moment, but he obediently stayed silent as you crawled up his body to lower yourself onto his face.

It was gonna be a long night.