His heavily lidded gaze just couldn't leave your glistening form, the very idea of doing so—it almost hurt to think about as Kent's thick cock throbbed inside of your eager cunt.
The feeling of your slick walls, clenching and unclenching around him rapidly as the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the bedroom, alongside the filthy noises of your squelching cunt as you mewled and moaned eagerly for your boyfriend's father to fuck you deeper, more roughly as if you were nothing more than a toy to be played with. Which...was the goal, if you were to be completely transparent with yourself.
"Fuck baby..." Kent moaned from above you, his fingers dipping into your sides even deeper as he practically dragged your ass to meet each of his punishing thrusts, adorable little aht aht aht's punching out of your throat with each slap of his balls against your sopping wet cunt. "You should be more ashamed...cheating on your boyfriend—my son— with his old man." He should've been the one who was more ashamed, the second you came onto him when he visited your home to ask for a simple request, he should've immediately told you no and went back to his son to tell him what you did.
And yet...he obliged.
How could he not? He could see the reason why Sam had fallen in love with you. You were sweet and bubbly, eager to please and just about as talkative as Sam was—well...normally, when you weren't being stuffed full with cock, that is. You were respectful to him, calling him 'Sir' at almost every turn and constantly going on and on about how you fell in love with his son. During that first conversation he had with you, where you explained how you and Sam had met, Kent couldn't help but let his eyes fall to your heavy tits and lovely curves, how your nipples poked against the dress you wore as if you were just begging to let him eyefuck you.
If you had noticed during that first initial conversation, you didn't make it known.
But...only an hour prior, the way you had invited him inside without a second thought after so blatantly flirting with him—that was the only sign he needed to know that you felt the same way he felt about you— "S-Sir—!" You cried out, your hands pulling and tearing at the sheets as you clenched around Kent's twitching cock, desperate cockdrunk moans leaving your kiss swollen lips as you felt his mushroom tip repeatedly batter against your g-spot. Each moan was followed up with a choking gasp for air, your lungs barely having time to catch a breath with how rapidly Kent was fucking every thought straight out of your head.
Any thoughts that threatened to make you realize what you were doing, how you should've felt bad for cheating on your puppy dog of a boyfriend...Kent's fat cock was right there to bully the thoughts straight out of your head, each pleasurable drag of his dick in and out of your needy hole making more of your slick ooze out of your pussy. "F-Feels so good...!" You panted out. "So big...fuck—!"
A filthy smirk crept onto the older man's lips. "Sam must not be fuckin' you right, you came onto me without even letting me be in town for barely even a whole month, pretty..." A drawled-out cooing praise of your name left the blonde man's lips, his cock repeatedly twitching inside of you at the feeling of your cunt clenching and unclenching around him as if you didn't want to let him go.
If he had you waiting for him at home every time he returned from service...he feared that he wouldn't ever want to leave to begin with.
Every guilty thought about what he was doing, how he shouldn't have been doing this to begin with, went out the window in the wake of your gooey cunt squeezing him, threatening to make him rut into you even harder than he already was as a quiet 'Fuck' escaped his lips at the flashing thought of filling you up to the point you gave him a third kid— "K-Kent...!" You whined as you felt your orgasm beginning to build up, a softer moan leaving you afterward when you felt Kent lean over you, pressing his front to your back as one of his arms moved to put you in a headlock.
A needy, high-pitched whine escaped your throat, threatening to tear Kent's steadily building orgasm straight from him, the feeling of his forearm and bicep caging your head in, making you see stars as you mindlessly babbled out the words "More...please—Ah!"
"Needy girl...swallowin' this dick up so good—"
"Kennntt...fuck—O-Oh Yoba—!" You drooled and slurred his name, unable to say much of anything else as you felt the older man begin to pick up his pace, pounding your cunt as if he hadn't had a taste of a pussy as tight as yours for years. You hadn't even realized how close you were to your orgasm until it suddenly hit you like a freight train, a shrill scream of Kent's name tearing from your throat as tears of pleasure blurred your vision, drool escaping from your mouth as you tried to fight off the urge to pass out from the way Kent continued to fuck you through your orgasm. "Thaaat's it..." He whispered to you, his deep voice rough with praise as he placed a messy kiss on your forehead.
"So good for me, sweet thing...sooooo good, such a good girl—" He rambled on and on through his breathy voice, the hand that was still on your waist pressing deeper into your skin for only a momnent before it traveled to press onto your stomach, feeling the way it culged with his cock, eliciting a deep groan from him as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. "K-Kent..." You drawled out his name, your tongue heavy with spit as you struggled to get your next words out amidst all your moaning. "T-Too much...! F-Feels weird—"
Oh?
A devilish smirk crawled onto his features next as Kent found the energy to fuck you even harder, as if he were purposefully trying to bully himself deeper into your cunt and hit against your cervix. "Feels weird? Feels weird how, baby?"
"F-Feels like I'm going to—oh fuck...! G-Going to peee—!" The embarrassing idea made you simutaneously clench around him as well as make your cheeks burn even hotter than they already were. But, the information was enough to make you Kent fuck you as if he wanted you to pee on yourself, praises, and damn near begs for you to make a mess on his cock, falling from his lips as he drowned in the feeling of your gooey cunt bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck—shiiittt—!" The older man managed a few more sloppy thrusts into your cervix before he stilled against your ass, his cock throbbing and twitching with each pump of his hot cum into your cunt as the scorching warmth of his cum flooded your insides, bringing you to your earth-shattering orgasm as you squirted all over his cock, splattering his abdomen and thighs with your creamy cum as a dragged out moan of his name fell from your lips.
"K-Kent..." You panted as black dots filled the corners of your vision, your heart thundering in your chest, while Kent continued to hold you silently as he remained floating on his own cloud nine before he slowly fell back to reality.
He couldn't let you go so easily, that he knew. You were far too addictive a pretty little thing for him to do so; the only question was exactly how he was going to keep you for himself.
But...such a heavily loaded question was something to ponder later.
This lil drabble was inspired by this suggestion! Give thanks to the anon for this delicious idea 😩😩😩 (AND APOLOGIES FOR THE WAIT ANON— T0T)
Sam After Dark x Fem!Reader
♯ Across the Sea - Weezer
Synopsis: what did he see through the cameras he set around your house?
Genre: smut.
Tags: voyeurism. Masturbation (f + m). Stalky stalk. Pillow humping. Fingering. Secret cameras. Dubcon? You don't know he's watching, idk if that counts as dubcon.
Wc: 1.3k
Middle picture from 'more grunge Sam sprites and portraits' by punkilly3 on Nexus!!!!!
Sam set up cameras in your house when you were out the other night.
It was annoying how easy he found it to break in. Your flimsy lock was picked in a matter of seconds.
But he found it adorable when he'd watch you. He'd cover his face in cuteness aggression when he saw you look around your house for the hundredth time today, cowering in paranoia. You checked every nook and cranny just to miss the camera by inches. How adorable.
His favourite moment, however, was when it was the middle of the night. When he could only make out your shadowy figure through the dark, the faint light from your fireplace barely illuminating your naked body.
He's breathing heavily, foaming at the mouth and sweating at the way your hand travelled down to beneath your legs. Sam swallows a thick glop of spit down his throat. His own hand threatening to unzip his pants.
Not yet.
He knows well about himself that the minute his palm meets his cock, he'll be cumming buckets in a second. He wants to wait. Wait until you're almost about to cum. So he feels like he's cumming along with you.
He watched as your fingers rub up and down across the slit of your pussy, he could only hear the staggering breaths that were escaping your throat.
Sam clicked around on his keyboard, the screen flashing from one angle to another. This time, he was watching you from the front of your bed. The camera hiding between the leaves of your potted plant.
He had a view of your hole, albeit small, but he was willing to take anything that he could get. He'd be seeing it up close and personal soon. When he finally makes you his.
The heavy feeling of his hard cock straining against his tight boxers was making him shift uncomfortably in his seat. A few seconds went by before he pushed his chair back, hastily tugging on his waistband. Letting out a massive sigh of relief as he freed himself from the tight restraints of his underwear.
His hands switched, inching closer to the base as he tried so desperately to deny himself of the pleasure. He wanted to fuck himself when you do.
Eyes fluttering closed when you started to bring your fingers into your hole. Slowly pumping in and out with one, bringing your other hand to rub on your clit, relaxing your muscles as you bring another finger inside.
Fucking finally.
Sam's hand gripped his cock almost immediately, bringing it up to the tip and squeezing. Feeling the way the pre-cum from his leaky tip dribble down onto the back of his hand. The skin of his palm was slowly and agonisingly rubbing down to the hilt of his pelvis. Before he tightened his grip and brought it back up.
He couldn't help the grin that broke out on his face when he started to hear your moans. Your chest expanding with every breath you took. You starting going faster. The circular motions on your clit and the fingers disappearing into your pussy. He could see your walls tightening. Instinctively, he squeezed harder, imagining that it was him inside you instead of your fingers. He could probably fuck you harder than you ever could anyway.
He wonders what you're thinking about. About what's going on in your head that's making you so horny. That you suddenly decided to touch yourself at three in the morning. Don't ask why he was up at that time though. He was just watching you sleep. Nothing special. Don't worry about it.
"Nghh..." you muttered, low and most certainly desperate. He wonder if you'll moan his name. If he was who you were thinking about. And he certainly hopes that's the case. He would hate to punish you for thinking about anyone else.
"Yes... ohh baby, just like that." He moaned, as if he was replying to you. He squeezed even harder, increasing his pace. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge. His stomach tightening as he looks at the way waist lifted up from the mattress. Closer to your own release.
Soft whines flew past your lips, your fingers getting coated in your own slick. Chasing your high, desperate as to not let it slip away from your core. You were so close. So, so close. Sam could feel himself tip over. He had to slam his hand over his mouth, careful not to let himself go too far. His brother's in the other room for crying out loud.
"Please baby, please." He won't cum until you do first.
"Just a bit more." Whispering against his palm. His pupils threatening to roll to the back of his head. But he tried his best to keep them locked on you. Matching the pace you were going at even though he needed to cum right then and there.
It was probably for the best that he kept his gaze on you anyway, he doesn't think he'll be able to finish without looking at your face. Imagining you in incredible positions that would probably leave you with bruises on your thighs and a back that quit.
You finally came, your hole very visibly turning wetter in the second. He came with you, thick and heavy ropes of white shooting across his thighs, throwing his head back. Still stroking his dick, even when his tip turned red from the stimulation. He looked at you through the screen, a lovesick stare. He saw the way you rubbed your wet fingers together. The feeling not nearly foreign to you, not with how often you touch yourself. Sam's just glad that he was able to be there each time.
Much like every other night, he expected you to just drift off to sleep, passing out form the exhaustion that would overtake your body from all of the energy that you spent. But you just had to be a little fucking tease, did you?
He watched in confusion as you reached for your pillow placed on the very edge of your bed. He watched as you placed it in front of you, as you placed each of your thigh on either side. And inevitably, he felt his cock twitch in excitement when you started to grind your hips onto your pillow.
Strings of cum being the only thing to connect you and the pillow. The plap plap plaps of your movements echoing throughout the room and flowing from one part of his headphone to the other. Without thinking, his hand resumed his previous movements. Matching your rhythm.
He wonders if you were imagining the cushion to be him. If you were wishing that his dick was what you were grinding on instead of the uncomfortable fabric that could no way match his thick cock.
From how frequent he'd track your online activity, he knew that you were looking for some sex toys, new ones, better than the one's you had back in your apartment in the city. But you were a shy one, weren't you? Not wanting the mailman or nosy neighbours to snoop through your packages in this semi-closed minded town.
If he were a better man, maybe his heart would break a little seeing you struggle in sexual frustration, having nothing else but your fingers to fill in your hole. You couldn't even abuse a silicone dick.
That's alright though, he'll help you out soon.
He always wondered how you touched yourself from the very first second you landed your dirt covered boots in front of him. He got his answer only a week after that. One day you'll see how he touches himself. Especially to the thought of you.
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Been a whileeee, exam week's coming up (and study week has been going on) so Ik I'm barely posting and this fic is definitely not my best work. Just know that I'm here and my heart truly yearns to write gooner slop™ but unfortunately school hates love and passion and creativity.
Sub!Sam who gets hard thinking about how you'll touch him tonight. about whether you will.
Sub!Sam who drops his broom on the floor when his erection becomes utterly unbearable and rushes to the bathroom to call you.
Sub!Sam who fucks into his hand as he dials your number, both hands shaking.
Sub!Sam who almost sheds a tear when you answer on the third ring.
Sub!Sam who admits, embarrassed, that he has started without you.
Sub!Sam whose heart flutters when you tell him how disappointed you are. who longs to hear how you'll punish him when he finally returns home. who fucks himself harder when you call him a pervert. whose shame and embarrassment fuels his need.
Sub!Sam who cums in his hand at your words.
Sub!Sam who lifts his hand to his mouth and licks at your command.
Sub!Sam who's shaking the rest of his shift - whether out of anticipation or fear, no one can tell.
Sub!Sam who, upon arriving home, is even harder than he was at work.
Sub!Sam who is a good boy and waits until after dinner is over to worship your body.
Sub!Sam who cums in his pants while eating you out.
Sub!Sam who loves being tied up.
Sub!Sam who lets you explore your darkest fantasies all in the name of pleasing you.
Sub!Sam who wants to cover you in kisses afterwards.
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