When the rest of the BAU team dumps all their boring paperwork on Spencer because he's too sweet to say no, you decide he's done enough data entry for one day. You successfully lure the resident genius out of the bright office and back to his apartment under the guise of "helping" him finish the case files over coffee. But he's not the shy stuttering boy from the office. Spencer is thoroughly obsessed and determined to thoroughly analyze every single inch of you. And the paperwork is officially Hotch's problem for tomorrow.
Read it on AO3 | Spencer Reid x Female Reader
Tags: Smut, Rough S*x, Thigh Riding, Dry Humping, Multiple Orgasms, Couch S*x, Oral S*x, Top/Dom Spencer Reid, Soft Dom Spencer Reid, Praising, Degradation, Teasing, S*xual Overstimulation, Aftercare, My First Work in This Fandom
Word count: 11.2k
The bullpen of the Behavioral Analysis Unit was unusually quiet, the heavy silence broken only by the low hum of the fluorescent lights and the rhythmic scratching of Spencer’s pen.
The rest of the team had finally drifted out, exhausted after a grueling three day geographic profiling case that had left everyone running on fumes.
Hotch had dropped the final mountain of federal case files -post mortem reports and bureaucratic standard operating procedures- onto the central table with a heavy sympathetic sigh, quietly asking Spencer if he could handle sorting the cross references by morning.
Spencer hadn't even hesitated, he had just offered a tired genuinely sweet smile, adjusted his satchel and quietly gathered the massive stack of folders.
You sat at your desk across the bullpen, your jaw tight as you watched him carry the heavy load back to his desk.
It felt so incredibly unfair, the rest of the team completely relied on Spencer's inability to say no to a cognitive puzzle. He was always the one cleaning up the administrative mess because his brain physically couldn't let an unsolved or disorganized file rest.
You wanted to say something, to snap at the universe for taking advantage of his good nature but you kept your mouth shut. You just watched him trudge into his glass walled office, looking every bit the self sacrificing genius everyone took for granted.
A little while later, you walked toward his office. Through the glass, you saw he wasn't trying to look composed anymore.
He was slumped back in his chair, his slender frame practically swallowed by the seat, staring at the mountain of paperwork with a look of pure quiet exhaustion, his fingers were pressed to his temples, looking completely overwhelmed.
You pushed the door open without knocking.
"Spencer?"
He jumped, his misaligned glasses nearly sliding off his nose as he scrambled to sit up straight, accidentally knocking a highlighter off his desk.
"Oh! Hey! Uh... hi! I... I didn't see you there, just... getting a head start on the geographic data and the cross logistics, very... very statistically engaging stuff."
"You’re a terrible liar Dr. Reid," you said, closing the heavy glass door firmly behind you.
You walked over to his desk but you didn't take the spare chair, instead you sat right on the edge of the desk, leaning back on your hands. You moved slowly, deliberately crossing your legs so that your skirt slid up your thighs, exposing a lot more skin than was strictly professional for a federal office.
Spencer’s eyes dropped instantly and he froze.
You saw the prominent apple of his throat move as he swallowed hard, a bright unmistakable shade of pink started creeping up his neck to his cheeks and his hands -which were resting on a file- twitched nervously.
"Is... is there a specific behavioral query you have?" He asked, his voice a full octave higher than usual. He was trying so hard to force his eyes up to meet your face but his gaze kept darting helplessly back down to your exposed legs.
"I think the question is… what do you need?" You teased, leaning forward so you were invading his personal space, the scent of your perfume cutting through the stuffy office air. "You look like you’re about to drown in these files. Why did you tell Hotch you’d handle all of this alone?"
"Well, mathematically speaking, my reading speed is twenty thousand words per minute with a ninety eight percent retention rate, so objectively, it’s the most efficient distribution of labor," Spencer stammered, his eyes finally meeting yours, looking utterly dazed. "I just... I want to be helpful to the team, it’s the logical thing to do."
"Is it logical to let yourself get stepped on?" You countered, your voice dropping to a low flirtatious hum. "You’re too nice Spencer, it drives me crazy."
Spencer let out a nervous breathless laugh, his fingers frantically twisting his pen. "Does it? I... I didn't realize my organizational compliance was a catalyst for... for cognitive provocation."
"It's not the compliance," you whispered, reaching out to toy with the corner of the folder right next to his hand, your fingers brushing against his skin. "It's the fact that you’re sitting here overwhelmed and you won't ask for help, so I'm offering… let me help you with these."
Spencer looked at the papers then back at you, he looked like he was struggling to form a coherent sentence, the sight of you sitting on his desk, looking at him with heavy lids and a knowing smile was clearly short circuiting his brilliant brain.
"I... I couldn't possibly ask you to stay late in the bureau under these fluctuating fluorescent lights," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Studies show that prolonged exposure to high frequency flickering lights can cause visual fatigue and decrease cognitive focus by up to twelve percent. It's... it's not very fun."
"I agree," you said, leaning even closer. "So let's not stay here, it's loud, bright and the janitorial staff is going to start vacuuming soon. Why don't we take all of this back to your apartment? You can make me some of that ridiculously strong coffee you’re always talking about and we can actually get some work done in peace. What do you think?"
Spencer’s eyes went wide, he looked like a deer in headlights… but a very, very happy deer. "My... my apartment? Oh well... statistically, a familiar residential environment with controlled sensory stimuli would be far more... efficient. The environment would be much more conducive to... productivity."
"Productivity," you repeated, your voice trailing off suggestively. "Exactly."
"Right!" Spencer said, suddenly standing up so fast his lanky legs tangled and he bumped his knee hard against the desk drawer. "Ow... boy... right, let’s... let’s pack up. I have a fresh bag of dark roast from Kenya and... and some cookies, oatmeal raisin, very biochemically sustaining."
He started shoving files into his leather satchel with a frantic clumsy energy, dropping his pen twice and nearly knocking over his desk lamp.
You watched him from the desk, thoroughly amused by how completely flustered he was.
As you and Spencer walked out toward the elevator lobby, the heavy satchel swinging from his shoulder, a voice called out from down the hall.
"Hey! Wait up!"
It was Detective Harris, a local investigator from the field office who had been helping with the case. He was jogging toward you, looking tall, polished and overly confident in his tactical gear. He came to a stop right in front of you, completely ignoring Spencer, his eyes fixed on you with a hopeful arrogant look.
"Hey," Harris said, flashing a charming smile and rubbing the back of his neck. "I was just heading out. It’s late and I thought... maybe I could drive you home? Grab a late night coffee? You know, for safety and... just to unwind after a crazy case?"
Harris’s interest in you had been incredibly obvious all week, he was always hovering around your desk, trying to find excuses to talk to you. He was handsome in a conventional way but he wasn't the man you wanted to spend your night with.
You felt Spencer instantly stiffen beside you, he didn't say a word but he shifted his weight, stepping just a half inch closer to you, his shoulder brushing yours as his presence suddenly felt much heavier, his defensive instincts flaring.
"That’s really sweet of you Detective," you said, giving him a polite apologetic smile. "But I’m actually not going home yet, Spencer and I have some unfinished federal profiles to take care of."
Harris’s face fell instantly, he looked at you then eyed Spencer up and down, taking note of the worn leather satchel. "Oh... work? You’re... you’re doing paperwork at this hour?"
"Supervisors orders," Spencer chimed in, his voice suddenly losing its anxious stammer, instantly regaining that intimidating authority he used when profiling suspects. "We're heading to my apartment to synthesize the geographic data points before the morning briefing, it’s a critical federal deadline. If we don't map the comfort zone of the unsub tonight, the whole perimeter strategy fails."
"Oh," Harris mumbled, his shoulders slumping under his tactical vest. "Right... the profile... yeah, I forgot how intense you bureau guys are. Well... I guess I’ll just... head out then."
"Have a safe drive Detective," you said kindly.
"Yeah, you too," he muttered, sounding completely dejected as he turned on his heel and started trudging toward the exit.
Spencer waited until Harris was safely around the corner and the elevator doors slid open before he let out a long shaky breath, the sharp protective FBI facade cracked just a little as he stepped into the elevator with you, looking down at his feet.
"Was that... was that okay?" He asked, his voice dropping into a shy soft register. "I didn't mean to be... overbearing, I just... I didn't want him to think we weren't being completely serious."
"It was perfect Spencer," you said softly, reaching out to briefly squeeze his arm. "Now come on, I’m ready to see this 'highly efficient' apartment of yours."
Spencer beamed at you, his face flushing a violent pink all over again as the elevator descended. "Right... my car is in the lower lot, I... I hope you like your coffee strong."
The drive to Spencer’s apartment was a masterclass in suppressed energy, he kept both hands firmly at ten and two on the steering wheel of his old car, his knuckles white as he navigated the evening traffic with excessive overly cautious focus.
"I hope you don't mind the music," Spencer said, his voice a bit thin as a soft melancholic jazz track drifted through the speakers. "It’s Blind Willie McTell. Studies show that low tempo syncopated blues and early jazz rhythms can help lower cortisol levels and encourage synaptic clarity during high stress cognitive tasks. It keeps the brain from collapsing into a non linear state during data analysis."
"It’s fine Spencer," you said, shifting in your seat. You saw his eyes dart toward your legs for a split second before he forcefully yanked his gaze back to the road, his ears burning a bright red. "I actually find it quite relaxing, though I’m not sure linear is how I’m feeling right now."
Spencer swallowed hard, a deep flush creeping up from beneath his mismatched collar. "Well... almost there, just around this corner. It’s a very quiet neighborhood, low crime rate statistically speaking. Very predictable neighbors."
His apartment was exactly what you expected yet completely intoxicating. When he pushed the door open, the scent of old paper, worn leather, rich coffee grounds and a faint hint of cedar hit you immediately.
There wasn't a corporate immaculate inch to the place, instead towering slightly chaotic stacks of books lined the walls, mismatched antique chairs sat beneath warm dim lamps and his desk was covered in loose journals and pens. It was crowded, academic and deeply personal.
"Make yourself at home," Spencer stammered, fumbling with his keys as he set them into a small brass dish by the door. "I’ll just... I’ll take your coat and then the coffee."
As he darted into the kitchen, you looked around the warm dimly lit room. It was overwhelmingly full of his brilliant mind, a physical reflection of the man who lived there.
"Spencer?" You called out. "Since we have so many victim timelines and geographic maps to get through, maybe we should just spread out on the rug? It’ll be faster than trying to cram all these oversized charts onto that small coffee table."
You heard a sudden loud clatter of a coffee scoop hitting the linoleum floor in the kitchen.
"The... the floor?" Spencer’s voice came back, sounding slightly strangled. "I suppose... yes. From a spatial perspective, the hardwood rug area offers a vastly superior surface area for cross referencing multiple federal files simultaneously. I’ll... I’ll be right out."
You knelt on the plush patterned vintage rug and began pulling the files out of the bag. You sat with your knees pulled up toward your chest, a position that caused your skirt to ride up dangerously high. It left the full length of your thighs and the soft curve of your hips completely exposed to the warm lamplight.
When Spencer walked back into the room carrying two steaming mugs of black coffee, he stopped dead in his tracks. The sound of his breathing changed instantly, it went from the quick nervous rhythm of the car ride to something deeper, heavier and far more ragged.
His hazel eyes locked onto the sheer expanse of bare skin your skirt completely failed to hide. For a long moment he just stood there, the steam from the dark coffee rising around his face, his pupils blowing out so wide behind his glasses that his eyes looked almost entirely black.
"Spencer? The coffee?" You prompted softly, tilting your head.
"Right... yes... caffeine," he managed to choke out, his voice dropping an octave.
He sat down beside you on the rug, much closer than was strictly necessary for a collaborative profiling session. As he handed you the mug, his long slender fingers brushed against yours, the contact was electric. He didn't pull away immediately, instead his thumb lingered against your knuckles for a heartbeat too long, the heat of his skin matching the coffee.
"So," you said, trying to maintain a facade of professionalism as you flipped open a thick folder, leaning in. "The local field office completely skipped these cell tower data dumps. We need to cross reference these ping locations with the victim abduction timelines from last Tuesday."
"Right... Tuesday," Spencer echoed. He wasn't looking at the papers, he was staring intensely at your profile, his gaze tracing the line of your jaw, your neck and your lips. "I agree. Vital... structurally vital data."
For the next twenty minutes, you actually managed to get some work done. You were reading off coordinate numbers and he was marking them down in his neat cramped hyper precise handwriting but the tension between you was a physical suffocating weight.
Every time you reached for a map, your arms brushed, every time he leaned over to look at a data point, his shoulder pressed firmly against yours.
He was becoming bolder, his movements less clumsy and far more deliberate. He would "accidentally" let the back of his hand rest against your bare thigh as he reached for a red marker or his fingers would graze your waist as you both leaned in over the same page, his body heat radiating through his cotton shirt.
"I can't find the medical examiner's report for the third victim," you muttered, leaning forward over the scattered sea of documents.
As you reached across the rug to sift through a pile of maps, you leaned low, the neckline of your blouse falling away from your chest. It provided Spencer with a direct, completely unobstructed view. You stayed like that for a long torturous moment, pretending to be deeply invested in finding a piece of paper.
Beside you, Spencer made a sound, a low pained groan that he tried and failed to mask with a rough cough. He suddenly shifted his weight, pulling one of his long legs up and adjusting the way he was sitting on the floor, clearly trying to hide the undeniable prominent evidence of his arousal that was straining hard against his trousers.
"Did you... did you find it?" He asked, his voice was no longer that of the anxious genius, it was a deep gravelly rasp that sent a white hot shiver straight down your spine.
"Not yet," you whispered, slowly turning your head to look at him. Your faces were inches apart now, your breath warm against his cheek. "Maybe it's at the bottom of the pile Spencer. Do you want to help me look?"
Spencer didn't even pretend to look down at the papers, he was staring directly at your mouth, his chest heaving heavily under his starched button down shirt.
"I think," he rasped, his eyes burning into yours, "that I am experiencing a total cognitive overload… I am completely distracted."
Spencer was no longer looking at the reports, the polite clumsy boy from the bullpen was flickering out like a dying candle and the intense possessive mind of a profiler was rushing in to fill the dark space.
"What is distracting you Spencer?" You whispered, your voice barely audible over the soft jazz playing in the background. You let your gaze drop deliberately to his lips -slightly parted and trembling just a fraction- before dragging your eyes back up to meet his dark blown out stare.
"Maybe because," Spencer rasped, his voice dropping into a register so deep it felt like a heavy vibration in the floorboards beneath you, "my mind is currently occupied with a highly detailed list of exactly what I want to do to you."
A thrill of pure heat shot through your core as you leaned in even closer, the tips of your noses almost touching, your breaths mingling in the tiny charged space between you.
"And what is it you want to do to me Dr. Reid?”
He didn't answer with words, his mouth slammed into yours with a desperate starving intensity that made your head tilt back. He tasted like rich dark coffee and raw suppressed hunger, his tongue pushing past your lips, deep and demanding, as if his hyper fixated brain was trying to memorize the exact chemical taste of you in a single go.
You let out a muffled moan against his mouth, your hands flying up to grip his hair, pulling him closer until there wasn't a single atom of air left between you.
When he finally pulled back to breathe, he didn't let you go. His face was deeply flushed, his glasses completely discarded on the rug and his eyes were dark with a terrifyingly sharp predatory focus.
Without a word, he grabbed your waist, his fingers sinking into your skin and hauled you up and over until you were straddling his lap.
The friction of your thighs against his made your breath hitch, you could feel the hard thick ridge of his arousal pressing directly against you through the fabric of his trousers.
Spencer leaned into your ear, his lips grazing your lobe, his voice a lethal articulate whisper that had completely lost its stutter.
“I’ve been analyzing your micro expressions all evening," he murmured, his hot breath sending a shiver straight down your spine. "And I’ve come to the conclusion that this blouse is unnecessary. I think we need to remove it immediately. We wouldn't want any irrelevant variables getting in the way of our progress would we?"
You let out a shaky wet laugh, your head falling back as he started to trail biting bruising kisses down the sensitive line of your neck. "Is that so Dr. Reid? And what does the profiler suggest we do next?"
"The profiler," Spencer groaned, his teeth nipping sharply at the skin of your collarbone, "suggests a completely hands on behavioral assessment. I want to conduct a thorough analysis of every single inch of you… I want to observe exactly how loud your vocal cords can get when I completely shatter your restraint."
He didn't give you time to respond before his mouth was back on yours even more violently than before, it was a rough messy exchange of heat and saliva. He kissed you like he wanted to devour you, his lips never leaving yours for more than a second to gasp for air.
"I've spent the last six hours in that bullpen memorizing the exact millisecond your breathing hitches when my shoulder brushes yours," he rasped against your lips, his voice dropping into a filthy authoritative growl. "And now that I have you here… I’m going to make sure you’re making those same pathetic broken little noises for me all night long."
You let out a broken moan, your fingers clutching at the lapels of his shirt as you arched your back into him, yielding completely. "Yes... please Spencer... I don't want to think about anything but you."
"Good," he hissed, his teeth grazing your bottom lip. "Because I don't intend to let your brain process anything else."
His hands were everywhere. One was tangled deeply in your hair, tilting your head back to give him better access while his other hand slid down to your thigh, his palm hot against your bare skin as he squeezed, his long fingers digging into your flesh as he pulled your hips even tighter against his groin.
You didn't stay still, you reached down, your fingers fumbling with his tie and finally ripping it loose and tossing it onto the scattered case files. You moved to his shirt, popping the first few buttons so you could slide your palms inside, feeling the frantic hammering beat of his heart against your hands.
"Spencer," you moaned into the kiss, the sound swallowed by his mouth. "Please..."
"Please what sweetheart?" He rasped, pulling back just an inch, his lips still grazing yours. His voice was a lethal low vibration that made your toes curl. "You need to be specific with what you ask. Do you want me to stop acting like a gentleman? Is that it? Do you want me to show you exactly how rough I can be when I stop holding myself back?"
"Yes," you sobbed, your head thrashing back as his thumb traced the sharp line of your jaw. "Stop being good Spencer... please... just take me."
"Careful what you wish for," he growled, a dark triumphant glint in his blown out eyes. "Because I’ve been waiting a very long time to be very, very bad to you.”
He moved his hands to your waist, his grip firm, bruising and absolutely commanding as he began to shift your weight. He held you tight, guiding your hips to grind down against him in a slow rhythmic circle.
The sensation was overwhelming, every time you pressed down, he let out a choked off sound of praise, his hips bucking up slightly to meet yours.
"That’s it," he rasped against your lips, his voice thick with lust. "So good for me, look at you... so desperate for this. You’re making such a mess of my rug sweetheart."
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes scanning your face, taking in your swollen lips and blown out pupils. He looked absolutely unhinged, his control beginning to fray at the edges.
"I’m going to fuckin ruin you," he whispered, a dark promise filled smirk tugging at his mouth. "I’m going to be so thorough that you’ll never be able to focus on anything ever again without thinking about how my tongue feels inside you."
He dived back in, his hand sliding up under your skirt, his long fingers finding the damp lace of your underwear.
You let out a loud piercing moan directly into the kiss, your body arching as he began to move his hips in time with yours, the friction reaching a fever pitch.
"What a filthy whore you are," Spencer rasped, pulling back just enough to look down at where his hand had disappeared beneath your skirt. His voice was no longer anxious, it was sharp, clinical and devastatingly dark. "Soaking through your underwear just because I dropped the polite facade. You’re such a needy, responsive little slut aren't you? So desperate for me to touch every inch of you."
"Yes," you sobbed, the raw intensity of his words sending a fresh hot bolt of arousal straight to your core. Your face was flushed, your breathing coming in shallow desperate hitches. "I’m pathetic for you Spencer... please... I need you."
"I see," he growled, his fingers hooking into the lace and tugging hard. "You’re a complete anomaly to my usual control. A total beautiful little mess... and I’m going to make sure you stay that way all night."
The unfinished case files were scattered all over the floor, forgotten and stepped on as Dr. Spencer Reid finally took exactly what he wanted. His hands -once so careful and gentle with administrative memos- were now firm and demanding as he gripped your hips.
He shifted his weight, sliding one of his thighs directly between yours so you were forced to ride high on his leg. The friction was immediate and staggering, you let out a sharp broken cry, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.
"Not so fast," Spencer rasped, his voice sounding like gravel as he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, teasing the entrance to your mouth. "If you cum like a good girl for me, I’ll give you exactly what you want… but you have to earn it."
He didn't wait for an answer before his mouth crashed back onto yours, it was a rough tongue heavy kiss that tasted like pure desperation. His hands moved to the buttons of your blouse but he wasn't being gentle, he was clumsy in his haste, nearly ripping the fabric as he shoved it off your shoulders.
When he moved to the clasp of your bra, his long fingers made short work of it. His eyes darkened to a near black as your chest was finally exposed to the cool air of his apartment and his heated gaze.
"Beautiful," he breathed, his brilliant voice cracking slightly. "Absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful."
"Spencer... please," you whimpered, your skin prickling under the weight of his intense stare. You reached for him, your fingers trembling as they grazed his forearms, your body humming with a desperate need.
"What do you want?" He rasped, his voice dropping into a lethal low register. "Do you want me to keep looking? Or do you want me to finally start the hands-on portion of this assessment?"
He didn't even wait for your answer. Before you could get a single word past your swollen lips, he leaned down, his mouth replacing his gaze. He claimed you with a sudden hungry intensity, his tongue swirling around the peak of your breast as his hand squeezed your waist, pinning you firmly against his thigh.
"Ah hah!~... Spencer!... Please!” You moaned, the contact was electric as he began to show you exactly how much he had been holding back all week.
He grabbed your waist and began to move you roughly against his thigh, the fabric of his trousers provided the perfect agonizing resistance.
You arched your back, your head falling back as a loud involuntary moan tore from your throat.
"I need an answer," Spencer murmured, his lips moving down to the sensitive column of your throat. "Who does this body belong to while we’re working late? Tell me."
You couldn't say a word, you were too far gone, your brain turned to absolute mush by the sensation of him moving you.
Suddenly he stopped, he went completely still, holding you firmly so you couldn't grind against him anymore. The sudden loss of friction felt like a physical blow.
"I didn't hear a word," he said, his voice dropping into that strict lecture-like tone he used when defending a thesis. He reached up, his thumb and forefinger finding your nipple and giving it a sharp punishing pinch.
"Ah!~... Spencer!" you gasped, your eyes snapping open.
"Answer me," he commanded, his hazel eyes boring into yours with total authority. "Who do you belong to right now?"
"Yours," you whimpered, your breath coming in short panicked pants. "Yours Spencer... always yours.”
"Good girl," he growled, as a reward he leaned down and buried his face in your neck, sucking a deep dark mark into the skin right above your collarbone.
You let out a shaky breath and the moment his teeth grazed the mark, he started moving your hips again, even faster than before. The pace was relentless, his hands bruising your waist as he forced you to take the friction of his leg.
You were becoming louder, your moans echoing off the book lined walls of his apartment, a sharp contrast to the quiet academic life he led.
"Tell me how it feels," he said, his voice a low vibration against your skin. "Is the sensory input sufficient? Or do you need more?"
You tried to speak but all that came out was a soft needy whimper as the pleasure began to peak.
Again, he stopped you. He pinned your hips down, denying you the release that was just seconds away.
"I can't take that as an answer sweetheart," he teased, his hand moving up to cup your breast, his thumb flicking over the tip he had just pinched. "Stop holding back and tell me what I want to hear... does it feel good having me this close?"
"It feels... it feels too good," you sobbed, reaching down to try and pull him back toward you. "Please Spencer… I’m so close... ahh!~... it’s perfect... don't stop."
"There she is," he whispered, rewarding you by leaning down and taking your nipple into his mouth again. He sucked harder this time, his tongue swirling around the peak as he started the rhythm again rougher this time.
The intense grinding of his thigh against you and the sharp heat of his mouth on your skin was completely overwhelming. You couldn't even think straight, let alone hold back.
You were screaming his name, your hands tangled in his brown hair, pulling him closer.
"Look at you," Spencer rasped, pulling back for a split second to catch his breath, his eyes dark and blown out, his hair completely wild. "Look at how desperate you are for me right now... absolutely begging for it.”
"Spencer... ah hah!~... please…” you sobbed, your back arching off the rug as he ground his leg upward again. "It feels... ngh!~... it feels too much!"
"It’s not enough," he countered, his voice a low hum. "Tell me, do you like how pathetic you look right now? With your blouse hanging off your arms and your legs wide open for me?"
"I love it... ahh!~... I fuckin love it Spencer!" You cried out, your nails scratching against his shoulders. "I've wanted... hahh!~... I've wanted you to see me like this for so long!"
"I know," he groaned, burying his face back into the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your collarbone. “You’re so beautiful when you’re desperate... so incredibly loud... you’re so close aren't you?"
"Yes!... Ahh!~... I'm so close!..."
Your voice was becoming a series of broken high pitched keens as the tension reached a snapping point. You were grinding your hips down onto his thigh with a frantic rhythmic energy, your eyes squeezed shut.
"That's it... give it all to me," he rasped, his own breathing coming in heavy ragged gasps as he felt the tremors starting to take over your body. "Show me how much you need this… cum for me, come on."
The friction hit that final jagged point of no return. You cried out, your entire body shuddering as the climax crashed over you, your muscles squeezing tight against his leg in a series of rhythmic helpless spasms.
"Good girl," Spencer groaned, his voice a deep vibrating rasp against your collarbone as he felt the heat of your release soaking into his trousers.
"Hngh~... Spencer..." you sobbed, your head falling against his shoulder, your fingers still locked in his hair as the waves of pleasure continued to pulse through you. "Was I... was I good for you..."
"The best," he whispered, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your shoulder as he left a deep dark mark there. "I think you’ve earned a real reward for this."
Spencer didn't stop moving you until the very last tremor subsided, his mouth never leaving your skin, marking you over and over again as his own.
"You're perfect... absolutely perfect," he murmured, his tone softening just a fraction as he gathered you up into his arms. He pulled you tight against his chest, tucking your head under his chin as he let you come down from the overwhelming high of the climax.
The silence that followed your climax was heavy, broken only by the sound of your frantic wet breaths and the rhythmic ticking of a clock on the wall that felt far too sensible for the state of the room.
Spencer looked down at his lap, a large dark patch of dampness having soaked completely through the fabric of his trousers where you had cum.
"Look at this," Spencer rasped, his voice dropping into a sharp feigned sternness that made your skin prickle. "Look at what a mess you made, a complete disaster sweetheart. You’ve completely ruined a perfectly good pair of trousers."
You let out a shaky breathless laugh as you reached up, your fingers trembling as you brushed a stray lock of brown hair from his forehead before trailing your hand slowly down to his lips.
"I’m so sorry Spencer," you whispered, your voice still thick with the aftershocks of your orgasm. "How can I possibly make it up to you?"
As you spoke, you ran your palm down the front of his trousers, centering it right over the massive pulsing bulge that was straining hard against his zipper. You felt him jump, a sharp low hiss of air escaping his teeth.
"Do you have something specific in mind?" Spencer asked, his voice cracking as he reached down, his hand wrapping around your wrist. He didn't pull you away, instead he squeezed tight and started moving your hand, forcing you to rub him harder. "Because this… this is a very serious problem we need to fix right now."
"I have a few ideas," you murmured, your breath hitching as you bit your lip, watching the way his usual composure was completely fraying at the edges.
Spencer didn't say a word, he simply gripped your waist and lifted you, shifting his weight until he was sitting back on the couch behind him. His legs spread wide as he looked at you, his chest heaving heavily, his tie hanging completely loose around his unbuttoned collar.
"Well?" He prompted, his voice a gravelly low command. "Will you be a good girl and get me out of these? It's getting way too tight in here."
You knelt between his legs, your knees sinking deep into the patterned rug. Your hands flew to his belt, fumbling with the buckle in your haste. You were just as hungry as he was, your own body still humming with a shameless desperate need to see him lose that proper intellectual exterior completely.
You slid the zipper down, the sound incredibly loud in the quiet room and reached inside to free his throbbing hard cock from the suffocating fabric.
He was fully and agonizingly hard, the skin dark and flushed with a bead of precum already glistening at the tip.
"Don't just stare at it sweetheart," Spencer groaned, his head falling back. "I’ve spent all day thinking about exactly how your mouth would feel on me. Are you really going to keep me waiting?"
You leaned in, letting out your tongue to give the very tip a slow filthy lick, tasting the salt and the intense heat of him.
Spencer’s hand shot out, tangling deeply in your hair. He didn't pull you away, he gripped the back of your head, his knuckles turning white.
"None of that teasing," he growled, his voice dropping into a lethal register. "Take it... all of it."
You chuckled, a low vibration against his skin, thoroughly amused by how quickly he was losing his patience.
"Yes Spencer," you whispered, your voice shaking as you looked up at him through your lashes, completely exposed beneath his gaze. "I'll be a good girl and do whatever you want."
"God... you're a menace," Spencer groaned, his fingers tightening in your hair as he tilted your head back further. "Stop talking and prove it."
You opened your mouth and took him in, the heat of him filling you instantly. As your lips closed around his length, you let out a deep moan, the sound completely muffled by his throbbing shaft.
"Oh fuck… yes," Spencer breathed, his hips bucking up off the couch instinctively. "Just like that... such a focused little whore aren't you? So damn good."
He began to move his hand in your hair, guiding the rhythm of your head. He wasn't being gentle, he was directing you exactly how he wanted it, his movements rhythmic, demanding and intensely focused.
Every few seconds, just as you were getting into a perfect flow, he would yank you back by your hair, forcing you to pull away so he could look down into your dazed watery eyes.
"Tell me," he rasped, his voice a filthy whisper. "Is this exactly what you wanted? Answer me."
"Yes," you panted, your lips glistening in the dim lamplight. "Please Spencer… I want to make you feel good.”
"Good girl," he praised, his voice thick with unadulterated lust. "Such a talented mouth... I should have done this months ago."
He pushed you back down, deeper this time, his hips meeting your face with a rough needy force. He was taking his time, deliberately slowing his rhythm whenever he felt himself getting too close, determined to make it last as long as possible.
He would pull you away again, his long thumb rubbing over your bottom lip, dragging the moisture across your skin.
"Look at you... kneeling there like it’s your only purpose," Spencer rasped, his voice dropping into that dark heavy growl that made your stomach completely flip. "You’re so eager to please me aren't you? Just a helpless little thing who can’t wait to get her mouth on me.
The absolute intensity of his words hit you like a physical wave, the heat between your legs intensifying until you were practically vibrating against the floor. You leaned into his touch, your eyes blown wide and glassy.
"Yes... I’m yours Spencer... I want to be your little mess... please... just let me have more."
"Good girl," he hissed, his grip on your hair tightening for a brief sharp second before he guided you back down.
You opened your mouth wide, taking him back in with a needy wet sound. This time you were more confident, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock as you began to bob your head in a steady perfect pace.
You reached down, your hand wrapping tightly around the base of his shaft -the part your mouth couldn't reach- and began to stroke him in sync with your throat.
The combination was devastating for him. You could feel the lean muscles in his thighs jumping, his breath coming in jagged broken hitches as your hand and mouth worked together to milk every bit of sensation from his body.
You moved your head deeper, the back of your throat hitting the ridge of him as you hummed, a deep vibrating moan that echoed all the way through his core.
"God... ngh~..." Spencer groaned, his head falling back hard against the couch cushions. "You’re... you’re going to fuckin ruin me... such a... such a good little thing."
Just as he was reaching that edge of no return, he reached down and firmly pulled you back by your hair, forcing you to release him.
You let out a soft protestive whimper, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his glistening tip.
He leaned forward, his chest heaving as he brushed a stray lock of hair off your sweaty face with a surprisingly tender touch that contrasted sharply with the predatory darkness in his eyes. He let you take a few frantic gasping breaths, his intense gaze never leaving yours.
"Are you going to be a good girl and swallow every single drop for me?" He asked, his hazel eyes burning into yours with total possession. "I want to feel your throat swallowing it down… say it."
"I'll swallow it all," you whispered, leaning back in to take him again, your heart pounding. "I won't waste a single drop."
"Good... nghh!~... such a good obedient girl for me," Spencer groaned, his head falling back against the sofa cushions as his hips began to surge forward instinctively. "Fuck... your mouth... it’s so good sweetheart... nggh!~... right there... keep doing that."
He started to move with a sudden desperate hunger, his long hands guiding your head as he began to thrust his hips. Each movement was deep, purposeful and intense, he wanted to feel the very back of your throat and the tight wet heat of you surrounding him completely.
Spencer was no longer talking in full sentences, his vocabulary dissolving into broken guttural sounds of praise and raw demand.
"That’s... that's it... ahh hah~... t-take it all," he gasped, his voice a ragged broken thread. "I’m... hah~... I’m so close... don’t stop... fuck... your eyes... looking at me like that while... while you take me... so beautiful."
You let out a muffled moan, your hands moving to his thighs to steady yourself as you increased the suction, your tongue working frantically to keep up with his relentless pace.
"You’re... you’re going to… to be the absolute… death of me," Spencer choked out, his fingers digging into your hair as he finally broke.
His entire body went rigid, his lean muscles straining as he delivered several deep pulsing thrusts into your mouth, filling you with every drop of the release he had promised.
You stayed true to your word, your throat working rhythmically as you swallowed every drop of him, the intense heat of his release filling you up completely.
When he finally slumped back against the couch, you didn't pull away immediately. You pulled back just enough to look at him then leaned in to pepper his cock with gentle small kisses, starting from the base and working your way back to the tip.
"Beautiful," Spencer whispered, his hand resting softly on your head now, his voice full of a warm profound affection. "Absolutely incredible sweetheart. I think... I think we might have to do this every night."
Before the haze could even begin to clear from your head, his long hands were under your arms, hauling you up from the rug with surprising effortless strength and placing you onto the cushions of his couch.
You landed with a soft huff, your hair splayed out wildly against the fabric. You looked up at him with wide blown out eyes, your chest still heaving, your lips swollen and glistening from the effort of pleasing him.
Spencer leaned over you but instead of the harsh demand from moments before, he reached down and took your hand in his. He brought your knuckles to his lips, lingering there with a soft reverent kiss that sent a completely different kind of shiver down your spine.
“Look at you," he murmured, his voice a low warm hum of pure appreciation. "Absolutely breathtaking... you did a perfect job for me... truly incredible."
"Do you have any idea how many times I’ve sat at my desk, watching you walk across the room, imagining exactly this?" Spencer murmured against your skin, his voice dropping into a soft hum as he pressed a warm kiss just beneath your jaw.
He moved up slowly, his hands coming up to gently frame your face, his thumbs wiping away the flush on your cheeks before his mouth met yours in a soft deeply tender kiss.
There was no rush now, he just held you close, parting his lips to deepen the kiss with a slow sweet warmth that made your chest ache with affection.
You let out a soft breathy moan into his mouth, your hands tangling into the soft curls at the nape of his neck to pull him even closer. The heat between you was gentle and completely enveloping, making you feel entirely safe and cherished in his arms.
When he finally broke the kiss, he didn't pull away, his forehead resting lightly against yours so you could share the same warm breath. He looked down at you with a soft, incredibly sweet smile, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners with pure adoration.
"Look at you," he whispered, his thumb gently smoothing over your bottom lip, which was soft and glistening from his kisses. "You are so perfect for me... I'm the luckiest man alive just getting to hold you like this.”
"You're... you're making me lose my mind Spencer," you breathed, your voice breaking into a needy whimper as your hands clutched at his forearms, trying to pull his weight back down toward you. "Please... I don't want to think... I need you so bad... please..."
Hearing your plea, the soft smile faded from Spencer's lips, replaced by a sudden sharp intake of breath.
You could feel the exact moment his gentle restraint snapped, his grip on your forearms tightened, his chest heaving heavily against yours as a wave of pure unfiltered desperation took over his features.
"You're killing me," he gasped out, his voice cracking slightly as he buried his face back into the crook of your neck, his kisses became fast, hot and breathless, trailing frantically up your jawline as if he couldn't get close enough to you. "I can't be gentle, I try... but I need to be closer... I need all of you right now.”
He began to trail hot wet demanding kisses down your body, his breath hot against your stomach as your clothes were slowly being undone.
He dropped to the floor, kneeling between your legs. With a swift efficient movement, he reached out and stripped you of your skirt and underwear, tossing them carelessly onto the floor.
He started at your inner thighs, peppering desperate open mouthed kisses all over the sensitive skin. He bit you, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to leave a stinging heat that made your toes curl into the cushions.
"You’re so responsive aren't you?" He chuckled, a dark low sound that vibrated intensely against your inner thigh. "So eager to be fucked."
He leaned in, his tongue darting out to lap up the evidence of your previous orgasm, his movements slow, deliberate and thorough as he ran his tongue along your folds, exploring every inch of you with an intense obsessive focus.
You moaned louder, your hips beginning to move involuntarily as the pleasure started to build again, faster than before.
Suddenly Spencer pulled back, he looked up at you from between your legs, his eyes glinting in the dim light of the living room.
"Listen to me very carefully," he commanded, his voice sharp and utterly unyielding. "If I ever ask you a question, if I ever demand an answer and you don't give it to me immediately, I will stop, I will pull back and I will leave you exactly like this. Do you understand?"
"Yes!... hahh~... yes please Spencer... just don't stop," you cried out, your hands reaching down for his shoulders.
"Good girl," he whispered, a dark satisfied smirk crossing his face. "Such a perfect obedient toy for me."
He leaned back down, his focus entirely consumed by the heat between your thighs. His tongue found your center with a desperate heavy intensity, tracing your folds with long deliberate strokes before centering his attention right where you needed it most.
The steady relentless friction was overwhelming, driving you crazy as your hips began to lift off the cushions instinctively.
Just as the sensation reached a fever pitch and you felt like you couldn't handle another second, Spencer shifted his weight. He let out a low groan against your skin, sliding two long fingers smoothly inside your tight heat.
The sudden deep stretch of him filling you after so much teasing made your breath leave you in a long broken scream, your fingers locking tightly into his hair as your body tried to adjust to the new fullness.
"You're so tight sweetheart," he rasped, his voice muffled by your heat as he began to hook his fingers upward, finding the sensitive spot inside you with exact precision. "Is this where you want me to touch? You're absolutely desperate for this aren't you?"
He began to apply a rhythmic heavy pressure, his knuckles rubbing against you in a firm merciless motion that sent white hot sparks behind your eyelids. Every time his fingers hit that exact spot, your hips jerked off the couch instinctively, trying to impale yourself further on his hand.
"Spencer!... Yes!... Ah-hahh!~... right there!... It... it feels so good!" You sobbed, your fingers digging into the fabric of the couch until your nails threatened to rip the leather. "Please... don't stop... I'm going to cum... Ahhh!..."
"I'm not stopping," he growled, increasing the speed of his fingers, his thumb coming down to pin your clit with a bruising force that matched the internal pounding. "I want to feel exactly how you fall apart when I use you like that."
You felt your internal muscles clenching tightly around his fingers, trying to milk him while your body finally betrayed every single ounce of restraint you had left.
You let out a high broken scream that echoed through the room, your back arching so sharply that only your heels and shoulders touched the couch cushions. You were shaking uncontrollably, your internal muscles spasming in tight rhythmic waves around his fingers as a second even more violent climax ripped entirely through you.
Spencer didn't pull away, he kept his fingers buried deep, mimicking the intense pulsing of your release and let out a low dark chuckle that vibrated heavily against your sensitive skin.
"Look at that," he rasped, pulling his face back just enough to observe the way your thighs were still uncontrollably twitching. "All that polite talk before and here you are... sobbing and leaking all over my furniture like a broken toy. You really are an incredibly desperate little thing aren't you?"
"Yes... ahh-hah!~..." You sobbed, your eyes rolling back as the aftershocks continued to roll through you. You felt completely exposed, your face burning with a mix of vulnerability and intense lingering heat. "I'm... I'm your toy Spencer... please... I can't even move..."
"Good," he smirked, his hazel eyes tracking the frantic way your chest heaved. "I didn't give you permission to move… I am not even close to being done with you.”
"Spencer... ah haah!~... please," you sobbed, your hands reaching out blindly to find his broad shoulders, your voice a thin, shaky thread of desperation. "I'm already... I'm so sens-... AH!... SPENCER!"
He didn't let you finish, before the word " sensitive” could fully leave your lips, he dived back down, his tongue flickering against your swollen pulsing clit with sudden sharp precision.
He was entirely relentless as he began to suck your sensitive clit into his mouth, creating a tight rhythmic vacuum that made your vision go entirely white.
His tongue was a firm muscular weight pushing against you, flickering over the most sensitive nerve endings with a dizzying speed.
Every single time you tried to pull away from the overwhelming agonizing intensity, his long hands clamped down on your hips like iron bands, pinning you in place so you had to endure every single flicker and swirl.
"Ngh-hah!~... Please!" You begged him, your head thrashing from side to side against the fabric. “Spencer!... It hurts…”
He completely ignored your pleas, his tongue flat and heavy as he licked upward then used the very tip to circle the center of your heat in a way that felt like he was carving his name directly into your skin. You were a shivering sobbing mess beneath him, your body completely at the mercy of his mouth.
"Tell me how it feels," he prompted, his voice a muffled vibration against your soaked skin.
You were entirely lost, your head thrashing against the cushions. "It... it feels incredible!... nghh~... Please... harder!"
"Harder? Is that an order sweetheart?" He stopped for a fraction of a second, his teeth grazing your inner thigh in a sharp punishing bite. "I don't take orders here, I set the rules. Now tell me exactly how it feels."
"I... ahhh~... I love it!" You screamed, your hips grinding down onto his mouth with a frantic uncoordinated desperation. "It feels... ngh~... so good... Fuck!... Please Spencer... ahh~... please... don't stop!... I'm so close again!... I’m begging you!"
He didn't give you another second to breathe. Driven over the edge by your begging, he dived back in with a dizzying rhythmic speed. He focused entirely on the sensitive peak of your heat, his strokes becoming faster and more relentless until the sheer intensity of the friction made your vision fragment into white spots.
"Good girl," he murmured, his tongue sweeping over you again in a long devastating stroke. "And do you like being worked over like this? Are you about to cum for me again?"
"Yes!... Ahhh!~... I'm right there!... hnghh~... Spencer... please! It's too much... ahh~... I'm going to... I'm close!... Please!"
He didn't need another word, he doubled his efforts, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers pushing into you with a rough demanding pace.
Every time you tried to close your legs, he shoved them wider, pinning your knees back with his shoulders so he had a completely unobstructed view of how he was ruining you.
"Keep them open sweetheart," he growled, his voice a dark vibrating rasp against your soaking skin. "Tell me... who owns this mess? Who are you begging for right now?"
"Spencer... ahh-haah~... please!" You sobbed, your head thrashing against the cushions.
He stopped instantly, the sudden lack of friction was a physical blow, leaving you suspended on a jagged agonizing edge.
"I don't like when you don't answer me," he hissed, his eyes dark, intense and focused as he looked up at you. "I asked you a question. Who owns you?"
"You!.. hngh~... you do!" You screamed, your hips bucking upward in a desperate frantic search for his mouth.
"Good girl," he murmured, diving back in with a punishing heavy lick that made you let out a strangled scream. He was relentless, his tongue swirling around your clit while his fingers hammered into you, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.
The overstimulation reached a fever pitch. Your vision went blurry, white spots dancing behind your eyelids as a new, even more violent wave of pleasure began to swell. You were grinding your teeth, your voice reduced to a high continuous keen that echoed off the walls of his flat.
"Spencer!... I'm... Ahh!~... I’m cumming!... I’m... ngh~... I’m cumming!" You cried out, the tears finally spilling over as the sheer intensity of his tongue became too much to bear.
You weren't just sobbing, you were frantic. Your hands locked onto the back of his head, your fingers tangling in his dark hair as you pushed him even deeper against your heat.
You were begging for mercy and demanding more all at once, your heels digging into his shoulders as you tried to consume his entire mouth.
"That's it... that's my girl," Spencer whispered, his dirty talk a constant filthy hum against your folds. "Look at how much you're leaking for me. You're so loud sweetheart... you're so beautifully, shamelessly loud."
Spencer didn’t pull away immediately. He stayed between your trembling thighs, his tongue moving in slow rhythmic laps to collect every bit of the slick sweet evidence of your release.
Even as you sobbed and shook, he kept his mouth right there, drinking you in, his tongue never wavering until the very last twitch of your muscles subsided.
"Spencer... it's... it’s too much!" you pleaded, your fingers locking into his hair as you tried to pull him closer and push him away all at once, your body completely overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the release.
"You’ve been a very, very good girl," he praised, giving your center one final lingering kiss that made your hips twitch helplessly.
He stood up then, the transition from the lanky academic to this predatory dominant force was absolutely intoxicating. He didn't break eye contact as he stripped off his shirt, the fabric fluttering to the floor to join the scattered papers.
He looked entirely energized, his eyes bright with a lingering deep hunger that made your heart hammer violently against your ribs.
He hovered over you again, the heat radiating off his body was completely overwhelming. He braced his long arms on either side of your head, his shadow swallowing you whole on the couch.
"You're doing so well for me sweetheart," he whispered, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing open mouthed kiss. "But we aren't quite finished yet are we? I still have so much more to show you."
"S-Spencer... wait... haah!"
You let out a sharp gasp as he reached down, his long hands hooking under your knees and lifting your thighs until they were wrapped tightly around his waist. The position was incredibly vulnerable and open, leaving you completely at his mercy.
He leaned in, peppering your neck with hot biting kisses, his breath hitching sharply against your skin.
"Be a good girl for me," he rasped, his voice cutting through the quiet room. "Do what I tell you."
Without another word of warning, he aligned himself and pushed his pulsing cock deep inside you in one deep unyielding thrust.
"AAAAHH!... Spencer!... Fuck!"
The scream ripped entirely from your throat as you felt the sheer size of him filling and stretching you open. It was too much and too fast, your head thrashed against the cushions as your body desperately tried to adjust to the sudden heavy intrusion.
"Shhh," Spencer groaned, his own voice breaking as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. "Just take it... take all of it... Fuck, you’re so tight... so perfect for me."
He didn't give you a single second to catch your breath as he began to move, his hips hitting yours with a heavy rhythmic thud against the couch. He was entirely relentless, his pace fast, demanding and consuming. His hands dug into your hips to hold you completely steady as he drove himself deep.
"Don't fuckin move," he commanded, his voice a low gravelly vibration against your ear. "Tell me you'll be good... tell me you'll take every inch of me."
"I... I will!... Ah-hah!~... Spencer... please... nghh~... it’s so deep!" You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him closer as your body started to find the rhythm, your senses beginning to sing under the weight of his. "Ahh!~... yes!... Right there!"
"That's it... scream my name," Spencer encouraged, his movements becoming more frantic and more desperate, his quiet facade completely melting into raw guttural grunts of pleasure. "Tell me how it feels to have me inside you like this."
"It feels... hhah~... feels so good!" You sobbed, your voice breaking into a high needy keen as you pulled his face down to yours. You kissed him with a frantic messy hunger, your tongues tangling as you tasted the salt of his skin and the heat of his frantic breath.
Your moans were completely muffled against his lips, vibrating through both of your bodies as he hit that perfect sensitive spot deep inside you with every heavy rhythmic thud of his hips.
You were clinging to him like he was your only lifeline, your nails digging into his back as you tried to pull him even deeper, your body trembling under the sheer weight of his dominance.
"Good girl baby," Spencer groaned, his voice dropping into a lethal low register that sent a fresh jolt of electricity to your core. "Show me how much you need this... cum for me again, come on."
The friction was building rapidly, a white hot tension that threatened to shatter your composure again.
Spencer was still entirely energized, his stamina seemingly endless as he kept up the punishing deep pace, his chest heaving heavily against yours.
"Stay with me," he gasped, his long fingers tangling in your hair as he pulled your head back to look directly into your eyes. "Me too… fuck, me too baby!... Look at me... look at what you're doing to me."
He redoubled his efforts, his thrusts becoming shallower but incredibly fast, his hips grinding into yours with a frantic desperate energy.
You were both intensely loud, the small living room filled with the sounds of your joined ragged breaths and the wet rhythmic slaps of skin on skin.
The snap came simultaneously, you let out a long piercing cry as the climax crashed over you, your internal muscles pulsing and clamping down on his length in a series of agonizingly beautiful spasms.
Spencer let out a deep guttural roar, his lean body going completely rigid as he drove himself into you one last time, pinning you firmly to the couch as he came deep inside you.
The sheer force of his release sent a final blinding wave of pleasure through your system, leaving you both trembling violently in the heavy aftermath.
He didn't pull back, he kept moving, his hips still bucking with a lingering desperate need to ensure every drop of his heat was buried deep within you, his weight grounding you completely into the plush fabric of the sofa.
You were both completely spent, your lungs burning as you fought for air, but despite the heavy exhaustion pinning your limbs down, you reached up. Your fingers shaking as you tangled them into the damp messy hair at the nape of his neck, you pulled him down with a weak needy whimper, seeking his mouth one more time.
The kiss was slow, messy and filled with the salt of your shared sweat, a quiet desperate acknowledgment of the absolute madness you had just shared.
You moaned softly into his mouth, a broken breathless sound of pure contentment as he kissed you back with a lingering protective hunger that was far softer than the man who had been breaking your composure only moments ago.
The silence of the apartment was broken only by the frantic thumping of your hearts beating in perfect sync against each other's chests.
"Incredible," he panted, a dark exhausted smirk finally touching his lips as he looked down at you. "Absolutely incredible sweetheart."
He moved with a sudden protective strength, pulling out of you with a soft sigh before gathering you up securely in his arms. He held you tight against his chest, shifting your weights so you were resting comfortably together on the couch.
"You’re okay baby?" he murmured, his voice dropping into a low comforting vibration that rumbled directly against your ear. "I’ve got you, just breathe for me."
You gave a small weak nod against his chest, your muscles feeling like lead. "Yeah..." you managed to whisper, your voice sounding far away and heavy with exhaustion as you leaned more into his chest, seeking the steady grounding thrum of his heart.
"There she is," he whispered, his voice returning to that soft melodic lilt but with a completely new raw layer of affection. "Such a good girl, you did so well for me sweetheart... absolutely perfect."
He reached up to caress your damp hair, smoothing the stray locks away from your face with a tenderness that made it hard to remember the dominant force from moments ago.
He tilted his head down, pressing a soft lingering kiss to your temple, his lips warm and dry against your skin.
“I know I was hard on you. I know I pushed your limits so far... but look at how beautiful you look… you’re such a good girl... my perfect pretty girl."
He pressed another kiss to the corner of your eye, catching a stray tear of overstimulation with his thumb.
After some time, your eyes fluttered open and you looked down at the floor. The case files were truly a disaster, scattered and forgotten after your night together.
"Ready to take a shower and get some sleep?” Spencer whispered against your hair. " I think we really need one right now."
"Yes please," you breathed.
He lifted you easily, carrying your spent frame down the hall to the bathroom.
In the shower, Spencer was incredibly gentle with you. He held you tight against his chest under the warm water, letting the spray sluice between your bodies.
His touch was slow and reverent, keeping you feeling completely safe and cherished even as your eyes traced the lean lines of his chest through the heavy steam.
Once you were clean and warm, he stepped out to grab a towel, drying you off with the same careful meticulous attention he gave to everything else. He walked you to the bedroom and went to his wardrobe and pulled out one of his soft shirts, pulling it over your frame until it hung halfway down your thighs.
He threw on a shirt and a pair of simple lounge pants himself, looking much more like the quiet academic again, though the dark marks on his neck told a completely different story.
"You look so good in my clothes," he rasped, his eyes darkening with a fresh quiet heat. “I might never let you wear your own clothes in this apartment again.”
He leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft lingering kiss that tasted of him.
You felt a flutter in your chest, your hands reaching up to weakly grasp the fabric of his shirt as you melted against his lean frame. You let out a small shaky breath against his lips, a tired but happy smile tugging at your mouth as you tucked your head under his chin.
He led you into the bed, the sheets cool and inviting. You collapsed into them, resting your head securely on his shoulder the moment he climbed in beside you, the sheer weight of the day and the night finally catching up to you.
"Spencer?" You asked, your voice trailing off into a yawn as you looked at him. "What is Hotch going to do when we show up at the round table with case files that aren't finished?"
Spencer pulled the heavy duvet up over both of you, tucking you firmly into his side. He let out a soft sleepy huff of a laugh and kissed your temple.
"That my love is a problem for future us," he murmured, his arms wrapping tightly around you. "And I suspect the rest of the team will be far too distracted by the timeline anomalies to look too closely at the state of the paperwork."
He tightened his hold on you, pulling you completely flush against his side. "Good night sweetheart."
You didn't answer, the rhythmic steady thrum of his heartbeat had already lulled your mind into a deep heavy sleep.
Spencer stayed awake for just a moment longer, looking down at your peaceful face with a look of pure quiet worship before he hugged you tighter, falling asleep with you safe, warm and entirely possessed between his arms.
A late night run through the woods ends on a narrow window ledge, shattering the quiet of a dead silent valley night. The moment Sam pulls you into his room, his usual golden boy charm completely snaps, replaced by a ruthless predatory dominance fueled by pure adrenaline and the thrill of absolute risk. Trapped beneath his heavy body with his mother standing just inches away on the other side of a thin bedroom door, you are forced into agonizingly deep thrusts and bleeding lips, muffled, pinned and completely stripped of control. He completely breaks you down over and over and over... But you still ask for more.
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The valley night was dead silent, the kind of heavy isolated quiet that only ever settled over Pelican Town after the saloon closed up and the last of the streetlamps flickered out.
Inside Sam’s bedroom, the only illumination came from the warm amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long warped shadows across the cluttered space.
Sam sat cross legged on the center of his mattress, his guitar balanced heavily on his lap, a pencil shoved behind his ear and the bedspread around him was completely buried under a chaotic sea of loose notebook papers, half finished chords and crossed out lyrics.
He scratched at his chin, his blue eyes scanning a line he had written three times already, trying to find the exact words to fit the melody humming in his head. It was a song for you, a track he had been agonizing over for days, trying to capture the exact feeling of having the stubborn valley farmer completely anchored to his heart.
A sharp frantic "tap… tap… tap" shattered the quiet.
Sam flinched, his hand instantly clamping down over the guitar strings to kill the sudden loud hum of the instrument, his eyes darting toward the dark glass of his bedroom window.
For a second he just stared, wondering if a stray branch had caught the pane in the breeze then it came again faster this time, a deliberate impatient rapping that made the glass rattle in its old wooden frame.
A heavy sigh rolled out of his chest, he shook his head, a lopsided knowing grin touching his lips as he carefully slid the guitar off his lap and set it face up on the floor.
"Sebastian," he thought, already preparing a lecture about how late it was and how easily his mom wokes up. His best friend had a habit of taking late night walks to clear his head and more than once, he would use Sam’s window as a pitstop to complain about his family.
Sam swung his legs over the side of the bed, his socks muffling his footsteps against the floorboards as he moved toward the window.
"Dude, it's literally midnight, my mom is going to kill-" he muttered under his breath, unlocked the latch and cracked the heavy pane open.
The words died instantly in his throat, it wasn't Sebastian.
You were standing out there on the narrow ledge, the cool crisp spring air blowing a few stray strands of hair across your face. Your cheeks were dark pink, flushing a deep burning crimson from a hard run down the forest path. Your breath was coming in short ragged pants that misted slightly in the chilly night and your shoulders were hitched high, shivering violently under your jacket.
Sam’s jaw dropped, his blue eyes blowing wide open in absolute unadulterated shock. For a full two seconds his brain completely short circuited, unable to process how the girl he had just been writing a love song about was suddenly shivering on his window sill in the middle of the night.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" He whispered loudly, his voice a frantic gravelly hiss of pure panic and disbelief.
Before you could even try to answer, his instincts kicked in. Sam leaned out, his large calloused hands instantly locking around your waist, with a single effortless heave of his broad shoulders, he hoisted your weight off the ledge, pulling you cleanly through the open frame and into the warm sanctuary of his bedroom.
He let your boots hit the floorboards with a soft muted thud, his hands never leaving your hips as he quickly reached past you with one arm to slam the window shut and lock it tight, cutting off the cold valley wind.
You staggered slightly against his chest, your hands automatically flying up to grip the fabric of his soft white shirt for balance. You were still panting, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm right against his ribs.
"I missed you," you breathed out, your voice small, trembling slightly from the cold and the sheer recklessness of what you had just done. You looked up at him, your eyes wide and honest. "You weren't answering your phone, I called you five times."
Sam blinked, his hands sliding from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you closer to his heat.
“My phone?" He repeated, a little dazed, he glanced over his shoulder toward his desk where a corner of black glass was just barely visible beneath a massive pile of discarded song sheets and crumpled papers. It was completely buried, set to silent so he could focus on his music. "Oh shit baby I'm so sorry, I didn't even hear it."
"You're a fuckin idiot," you whispered, your fingers tightening in his shirt, pulling yourself up on your toes. "Just kiss me… I missed you."
Sam didn't need to be told twice, the sheer relief of having you here completely fried whatever caution he had left. He groaned, a low gravelly sound in the back of his throat and slammed his mouth down against yours.
You let out a soft needy whimper, tilting your head back and parting your lips to deepen the contact, forcing your tongue into his mouth with a sudden starving desperation.
Sam’s restraint snapped, his hands locked near the roots of your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands to anchor your head perfectly still as he devoured you.
The kiss turned heavy, wet and utterly sloppy in a matter of seconds, both of you moving too fast, driven by a raw mutual hunger that had been building all week.
Strings of saliva broke between your lips as Sam dragged his mouth away for a fraction of a second, just to catch a ragged breath, only to plunge back in, his tongue sweeping deep, drinking in your taste as if he had been starving for it.
Sam’s hands were still knotted tight in your hair, his mouth grinding hard against yours when he suddenly went completely rigid.
He didn't pull away, he just stopped moving, his chest heaving flat against yours as the heavy sound of his breathing filled the space between your faces. He dragged his mouth back just a fraction of an inch, his lips still brushing yours every time he spoke.
"Shit," he muttered, his voice a low gravelly rasp that vibrated directly against your teeth and inside your open mouth, his eyes darted toward the bedroom door, his entire body tense as iron. "Listen, my mom is literally right outside in the living room watching TV or something, we can't do this right now."
Instead of backing off, you curled your fingers into the collar of his shirt, using every bit of your strength to yank him closer until your hips crashed flush against his, you could feel the hard thick ridge of his erection pressing straight into your stomach through his pants and the sensation made your knees go weak.
"But baby… please," you whispered, your voice breaking as you leaned up to press a desperate wet kiss right under his jaw. You dragged your lips up to his ear, your breath hot against his skin. "It's that time of the month... please Sam."
"Wait what?" He stammered, his voice cracking completely as he looked down at your face, he gripped your waist so hard his fingers dug into your skin. "Are you... are you serious? Do you actually want a baby?"
"No," you whispered quickly, shaking your head against his chest. "Nah ahh I don't."
Sam swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he tried to find his words, his brain completely scrambling under the pressure.
“But… I don't have anything," he muttered, his voice dropping into a rough, panicked whisper. "I don't have any condoms in my room baby, I'm completely out, we can't."
"I have a Plan B at home," you interrupted, your voice breathless but steady as you stared straight into his dark eyes. "I have it at the farmhouse, it's fine."
That was the exact moment Sam's restraint completely snapped.
"Fuck it," he growled, his jaw tightened as a dark possessive look took over his face.
Hearing you say it, hearing the raw dirty permission to just take you right there on his bed without anything between both of you completely fried his nervous system. Any lingering fear of his mother walking down the hall, any thought of being quiet or careful vanished into thin air.
He slammed his mouth down on yours, devouring your lips with a brutal sloppy intensity that cut off any chance you had to scream, his tongue forcing its way deep into your mouth, claiming you before he even touched your clothes.
His lower body kept moving to drive you backward toward the mattress, your boots dragged against the floor until the back of your knees hit the frame of his bed.
Sam didn't hesitate, he leaned his full weight into you, tilting you over until you collapsed flat onto your back on the unmade blankets. The loose song sheets and notebook papers scattered across the bed crumpled loudly beneath your weight, tearing and scattering onto the floorboards.
Sam didn't give a fuck, he followed you down instantly, pinning you into the mattress as he kept his mouth locked onto yours.
The papers were still crunching loudly beneath your back when the floorboards in the hallway groaned.
Sam froze instantly, his mouth still glued to yours, his body turning into a solid block of muscle over yours. His heart was hammering so hard you could feel the heavy erratic thud of it slamming right against your own chest.
Then came the sound, the slow distinct thud of footsteps tracking down the short hallway right toward his bedroom door.
"Knock... Knock."
You let out a sharp panicked gasp but before a single bit of sound could escape your throat, Sam’s reflexes snapped.
He slapped his palm completely over your mouth, trapping the noise inside your throat, his thumb pressing hard against your cheekbone to anchor you down.
"Sam?" Jodi’s voice carried clearly through the thin bedroom door. She sounded close, like she was leaning her ear right up against the wood. "Are you still up honey? I heard some noise. Do you want a late snack before I turn off the kitchen lights?"
You stared up at Sam, your eyes wide and dilated with absolute terror, your heart thrifting wildly in your chest.
Instead of pulling back or trying to hide you, the sheer risk of the moment seemed to trigger something dark and predatory in Sam. While his left hand kept your mouth completely muffled, his right hand began to slide slowly downward.
He didn't take his eyes off of yours as he dragged his palm down your bare stomach until his fingers hooked into the waistband of your jeans and underwear. He yanked them down past your hips just enough, his large calloused hand sneaking beneath the fabric.
You let out a muffled moan into his palm when his thick fingers made direct contact with your bare folds. You were already soaking wet, completely dripping for him from the weight of his body on yours.
Sam didn't hesitate, he instantly started to rub, his index and middle fingers sliding heavily up and down your lips, deliberately spreading your wetness across your clit.
"Sam?" Jodi called out again, her tone shifting to slight confusion when he didn't answer. "Sam are you awake?"
Sam shifted his weight, his thumb digging deep into the soft sensitive skin of your inner thigh, leaving a stark white indentation as he forcibly pried your legs wider apart on the mattress to give his hand a better angle.
"Yeah… yeah Mom," Sam called out. "I'm... fuck-"
He cut himself off, trying to regain control as his brain completely fried from the sensation of your wetness dripping over his knuckles. He forced a loud fake yawn out of his throat, trying to sound sleepy.
"Sorry... I'm just tired, I was just practicing some new lyrics I wrote. Don't come in, I'm already under the covers."
"Ohh okay," Jodi said, but she didn't leave, you could hear her shifting her weight outside the door. "You've been working so hard on that music honey, are you sure you don't want leftovers from dinner? You barely ate anything tonight."
She was staying too long, the tension in the room snapped into something borderline agonizing.
Slowly and deliberately he moved his left hand away from your mouth, before you could even think about screaming or breathing he grabbed both of your wrists in his large grip and pinned them flat above your head against the pillows, locking them down with brute strength so you couldn't cover your face or pull away.
"No Mom, I'm good," Sam said out loud to the door, his voice strained and dropping into a rough deeper register.
To make it worse, he intentionally prolonged the conversation, challenging you to stay silent while he kept his mom talking.
"Hey Mom?" He called out, his voice a practiced sleepy drawl, even as his fingers rubbed your burning core. "Did you... did you leave the porch light on for Vincent? Or is he already in bed?"
"He's been asleep for an hour honey," Jodi replied through the wood, her footsteps shuffling a bit closer. "Why do you ask? And don't stay up thinking about chords all night, you need your sleep."
"Just... just wondering," Sam panted quietly, his chest heaving as he kept his gaze locked onto your dazed terrified eyes.
He leaned in incredibly close, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he began to whisper, his voice a dark mocking purr that sent a violent shiver straight down your spine.
"Look at you," he hissed under his breath, his eyes fixed on your blown out pupils. "Look how pathetic you are right now, trembling like a little doll. You're a needy little thing aren't you? Completely helpless while my mom is standing right out there."
His right hand got completely ruthless beneath your clothes. He pressed the flat of his thumb directly onto your clit, circling it with a heavy crushing pressure that made your hips instantly buck off the bed.
You let out a sharp high pitched whimper, but you had to swallow it, choking on your own breath as your fingers clawed uselessly at the sheets above your head.
"Shhh stay quiet you fuckin slut," he whispered in your ear, his breath hot and teasing against your skin. "Don't make a sound, unless you want her to walk right in and see exactly what we're doing.”
He loved the thrill of it, the absolute danger of almost getting caught turning his blood to fire.
He pushed two thick fingers deep inside your tight slick canal, his fingers bottoming out inside you while his thumb relentlessly battered your clit, keeping a steady punishing rhythm.
Completely lost to the intense friction, your instincts took over. Your mind went entirely blank under the onslaught of pleasure and your hips began to move on their own, slowly and desperately grinding up against his fingers, seeking the blunt pressure of his hand.
You struggled violently to muffle your moans, biting your own lip until it bled. Every time you tried to hold back a cry, your internal walls clamped down like a vice on his hand.
"Okay Mom, I'll... I'll make sure to get some rest," Sam called out blindly toward the door. He leaned back into your ear, his voice a dark corrupted whisper.
"Look at you, grinding on your boyfriend's hand while my mom is right there. You're so fuckin ruined baby, such a bad needy girl.”
"Well alright," Jodi's voice mumbled through the wood. "But make sure you turn off the desk lamp before you drop off."
"I won't... I'm turning it off now," Sam choked out, his voice cutting off again as his fingers dragged against the textured rippling ridges of your internal walls on a hard pull out, dragging your body slightly forward with him.
He was torturing you, he could feel your internal walls starting to tremble, a deep full body shudder rolling through your thighs as a massive climax began to rush to the surface.
You stared at him, your eyes pleading, begging him with your gaze to let you break, to let you cum, but he just stared back at you with a dark possessive smirk, his thumb grinding even harder into your wet core.
"Goodnight sweetie," Jodi finally said, her footsteps finally starting to shuffle away from the door, moving slowly back down the hallway.
The second the footsteps faded past the kitchen, Sam knew you were right on the edge of orgasming. Your hips were twitching uncontrollably against his hand, your throat letting out tiny broken whimpers that you couldn't hold back anymore.
Right before the climax could fully take you, Sam suddenly pulled his hand completely out of your clothes, pulling his fingers back.
The sudden shock of the cool bedroom air hitting your exposed soaking wet folds made you violently flinch and let out a breathless sob. You arched your back, completely stranded on the edge of a massive unfulfilled orgasm, your body shivering from the abrupt loss of friction.
Sam didn't give you a single second to recover, he released your wrists, his large hands immediately grabbing your waist to drag your hips flush against his, his face dripping with a heavy blind sweat as he looked down at your dazed desperate face.
"Now," he growled, his voice a raw animalistic whisper against your lips. "Where the fuck were we?"
He slammed his mouth back down onto yours, his tongue sliding deep into your mouth to finish what he started, his hands already tearing frantically at your clothes.
"You're a fuckin jerk," you whispered on his lips, your chest heaving violently, your body was practically vibrating from the sudden agonizing loss of his fingers. "I was so close Sam... I was right there."
Sam didn't look remotely sorry, he caught your bottom lip in a sharp punishing bite before sealing his mouth over yours again in a rough wet kiss that cut off your breathing.
When he finally pulled back, his lips were slick with your spit and a dark ruthless grin twisted his mouth.
"Stop whining like a bitch," he muttered, his voice a deep gravelly rasp that sent a hard shiver straight to your core. "I haven't even started yet."
Before you could yell at him, his movement turned fast and aggressive, he grabbed both of your wrists again in one of his large hands, his fingers wrapping around your bones like a pair of iron cuffs.
You instinctively tried to pull down, wanting to use your hands to muffle the sounds you were already making but he anchored you down with total effortless dominance.
"Sam please," you whimpered, your hips giving a helpless needy twitch against his thigh. "Stop being mean... I wanna take my clothes off."
"Oh you want them off?" Sam teased, his eyes darkening as he looked down at your flushed sweat slicked skin. "Then you're gonna have to lie there and let me do it. Don't move a single inch."
What followed was pure torture, Sam used his single free hand to slowly strip you of your clothes. He started with your shirt, his thick fingers dragging against the bare skin of your ribs.
He deliberately kept his movements painfully slow, he would pull the fabric up a few inches, stop to torment you by tracing the sensitive underside of your breasts and then pull it a little further, ignoring your breathless cries of frustration.
"You're so impatient," he murmured, his face burying into the crook of your neck as he used his teeth to help tug the fabric over your head. "Look at you, squirming under me like a little addict. You want my hands on you so bad don't you?"
"Yes! Please Sam, just hurry," you sobbed into the quiet room, your heels digging into the mattress as you tried to rub your aching core against his denim clad thigh. The friction was driving you entirely insane, your body completely primed and overstimulated from his fingers earlier.
"No… we're going at my pace," he commanded flatly.
He slid down to the waistband of your shorts, he unbuttoned them with an agonizingly slow click, his knuckles deliberately brushing against the hypersensitive skin of your lower stomach.
You let out a high pitched whimper, your internal muscles clenching in empty desperate spasms as you tried to lift your hips to help him slide the fabric down.
The moment you tried to assist, Sam stopped completely, he held his hand perfectly still against your hip, his thumb digging just enough into your skin to leave a faint white print.
"Did I tell you to move?" He whispered into your ear, his breath hot and mocking. "I told you to lie still. Every time you move, I stop. Be a good obedient slut and stay perfectly still for your man."
Tears of pure frustration and intoxicating submission leaked from the corners of your eyes as you forced your body to go completely limp, your chest heaving as you whined against his shoulder, completely stripped of your control.
He slowly and deliberately hooked his fingers into the fabric, dragging your shorts and underwear down your trembling thighs in one heavy friction filled motion, leaving your lower body completely bare and dripping in the amber light of the desk lamp.
But he didn't give you the relief you were starving for. He sat back on his knees for a second, his dark blue eyes tracking slowly down your exposed body, his gaze was heavy, dirty and completely devoid of his usual sweet demeanor.
"Look at you," Sam rasped, his gaze dropping between your legs, his eyes pitch black with possessive hunger as he took in the sight of your wet ruined cunt. "You're literally dripping and I haven't even touched you yet… you're a filthy little whore yeah? Coming into my house in the middle of the night, begging for it while my mom is awake."
"Sam please... touch me… I'm begging you," you cried out, your head tossing from side to side against the pillows as you tried to close the agonizing gap between his hand and your skin. "It hurts... it’s too much..."
"Tell me what you are," he challenged, his thumb lightly brushing against the very tip of your clit, just a ghost of a touch, a tease that made your entire spine jolt with electrical agony. "Tell me how desperate you are for your boyfriend's hands."
"I'm… I'm a desperate little slut for you," you sobbed, completely broken under his total dominance. "I'm your slut Sam... please… use me…”
"You'll wait until I want to," he growled as he slid his large frame down the length of your body until his face reached your lower stomach.
You let out a shaky gasp at the rough friction, your lower abdomen tensing up instantly.
He pushed your knees further apart, wedging his shoulders tightly between your legs to force them wide. He stared straight up at your face from between your thighs, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you open.
"You like being treated like that," Sam murmured, his breath hot against your soaking wet folds. "You’re just a needy little slut for my mouth aren't you?"
You didn't even have the breath to deny it, you squeezed your eyes shut, lifting your shoulder to try and bury your mouth against your own arm to muffle the desperate moan tearing out of your throat.
"Look down at me," Sam commanded sharply, digging his thumbs hard into your hip bones.
You forced your eyes open, looking down through the dim amber glow of the desk lamp just as his mouth hit your wetness. You let out a loud strangled cry, the sound instantly catching in your throat as you tried to stay quiet for Jodi.
Sam didn't start slow, driven by the raw adrenaline of the risk, his tongue hit your sensitized lips with heavy rhythmic lapping strokes, swiping brutally from the bottom of your opening all the way up to your swollen clit.
The tight space between your thighs made your slick overflow immediately, every hard upward stroke of his tongue created a heavy wet sound that felt incredibly loud in the quiet room. You twisted your wrists frantically against his iron grip, your knuckles white as you tried to pull your hands free to cover your mouth, but he didn't budge an inch.
"Shhh don't fight me," Sam panted against your skin, his voice thick and fried from the taste of you. "Keep your thighs wide open, if you close them I'm going to stop."
The threat was terrifying, you forced your legs to stay wide, your hips automatically bucking up against his mouth in a desperate search for more friction.
You let out a string of muffled frantic whimpers, biting down on your own lip until it tasted like copper, your entire body trembling under the onslaught of his tongue.
Sam was completely ruthless, he locked his lips directly around your clit, sucking it hard into his mouth while his tongue kept up a punishing fast rhythm that drove you straight off the deep end.
"You're dripping all over my chin," he muttered against your wet flesh, his words raw repetitive nonsense as he felt your internal muscles start to twitch. "You're so wet baby... so fuckin wet."
A massive unstoppable climax rushed to the surface so fast. Your chest heaved, your toes curling and locking tightly as your back lifted completely off the bed, sobbing silently as the sheer overstimulation turned into an agonizing beautiful pressure.
Sam didn't ease up to let you breathe, he sucked harder, his tongue flickering with brutal precision until your walls violently snapped.
You broke, a hard shaking orgasm slammed through your lower body, making your thighs twitch uncontrollably. Your internal muscles clenched like a vice, pulsing in deep heavy waves as you spilled a fresh hot rush of cum right into his mouth.
Sam stayed buried right there, swallowing your release and drinking you in while your body shivered and broke entirely beneath him.
The moment the heaviest waves of your release began to taper off, his tongue lashed right back out, circling your raw hypersensitive clit with a heavy wet pressure.
You violently flinched, a sharp sob tearing out of your throat. You were so sensitive and overstimulated that the touch felt borderline painful, sending a jolt of pure electrical agony straight down your spine.
With your wrists finally free from his grip, you desperately shoved your palms against his broad shoulders, trying to push his heavy frame away from your lap.
"Sam… stop… stop please," you cried out in a breathless frantic whisper, your fingers clawing uselessly at his shirt. "It hurts… it’s too much!... please…"
With a brutal surge of leverage, he didn't let you push him, he yanked your hips entirely off the mattress, dragging your lower body flush against his face and anchoring you down so hard you couldn't even twitch.
"Who the fuck said you could touch me?" Sam snapped, lifting his face just enough to glare up at you. His chin and lips were completely drenched, glistening with your wetness under the amber desk lamp. "Did I tell you that you were done? No… so keep your fuckin hands off my shoulders."
"Sam please… I'm too sensitive," you sobbed, covering your own mouth with your trembling hands to muffle your voice, your chest heaving.
"Shut up," he commanded, his voice a flat dominant rumble that brooked zero argument. "You came all the way out here to my house, sneaked through my fuckin window and told me you wanted it bad… now you’re gonna lay there like a good little slut and take exactly what I give you, you don't get to say no."
You stared down at him, your pupils dilated in pure panic and intoxicating submission as his words degraded you, completely stripping away your control.
Sam didn't waste another second, he doubled down with total ruthless precision. He shifted his weight, burying his face right back into your soaking wet folds.
He didn't just use his tongue this time, he took his hand and slammed two fingers deep inside your tight slick canal, bottoming out against your internal walls in one heavy stroke.
You let out a muffled choked scream into your palms, your hips instantly trying to buck off the bed to escape the sheer agonizing intensity of it.
Sam used his elbows to keep you in place while his thumb locked onto your raw clit, grinding it against your bone with crushing force.
"You're shaking so fuckin much," Sam muttered against your wet skin, his voice thick from the pleasure of torturing you. "You're enjoying this as much as I do aren't you?"
You knew he was entirely right, you were enjoying it more than you could ever put into words. There was an intoxicating dark comfort in the way Sam completely stripped away your control, pushing you far past your limits until you were nothing but raw nerves and desperation.
"Y-Yeah... mmmph..." you choked out, your head tossing violently against the damp pillow as his thumb ground relentlessly against your clit. "I... ahhh!~... I love it Sam... nghhh~... love when you... push me…”
"Yeah I know," Sam panted, he felt your internal muscles start to violently twitch around his fingers. "You're so tight, so fuckin tight it's crushing my fingers. You wanna cum again so bad don't you? Tell me, tell me you're a needy little whore."
"I am… I am Sam… ahhh~... please!" You whimpered, your fingers biting into your own cheeks as you held your hands over your mouth, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. "Make… make me cum please… I can't take it!"
"Then fuckin do it," he growled. “Stop whining and cum for me baby.”
He drove his tongue relentlessly against your clit while his fingers fast paced their rhythm inside you, dragging hard against the textured ridges of your internal walls.
The combination was brutal, your feet locked up so tightly that your toes cramped, your free hand blindly clawed at the unmade sheets, ripping and bunching the fabric in a desperate attempt to find an anchor.
You couldn't hold it back anymore, your internal walls clenched like a vice around his sliding fingers, tightening so hard it nearly cut off his movement.
A second more violent climax slammed into your lower body, you let out a high pitched broken whimper that escaped past your hand, your entire body convulsing in deep heavy spasms that lasted for what felt like miles
Sam kept pumping his fingers inside you, forcing you to ride out every single agonizing wave of the orgasm until you were completely broken, gasping and utterly spent.
"Good girl," Sam praised relentlessly, his voice a deep gravelly purr as he watched your lower body break apart. "Look at all that, you made such a beautiful filthy mess for me baby… so fuckin sweet."
He stayed buried between your trembling thighs for a long heavy moment, using his tongue to slowly swipe and clean you up, lapping up the thick trail of your release from your skin until he had tasted every drop.
The slow wet friction of his tongue against your raw flesh made your hips give one last weak twitch.
Finally he slid his body back up the mattress, pinning you beneath him once more. He leaned down and captured your mouth in a deep bruising kiss, his tongue slid heavily into your mouth, deliberately making you taste yourself on his tongue.
The salty sweet taste of your own overstimulated body filled your throat. You groaned against his mouth, your hands weakly wrapping around his neck as he drank you in, the sheer dominance of it making your head spin.
"Taste how wet you were for me baby?" Sam whispered against your lips, his thumb reaching down to trace your swollen bottom lip. "You taste absolutely incredible, you're my perfect girl aren't you?"
You couldn't answer him, you desperately nodded your head against the pillow. Your brain was still half fried from the consecutive orgasms but looking down at the heavy thick ridge of his erection, straining violently against his unbuttoned jeans made a sudden wave of desperation hit you.
"C-Can I… please…." You whispered, your voice a breathless needy plea as you tugged weakly on the waistband of his jeans. “Can I… help… help you with that?"
Sam let out a low rough chuckle, a wicked lopsided grin flashing across his handsome face.
"Damn baby, you really are an impatient little addict aren't you?" He muttered, leaning down to press a hard kiss to your cheek. He rolled over onto his back, propping himself up against the pillows and spreading his legs wide to give you full access. "Get to work then, let's see how good you can treat your boyfriend."
You scrambled up on your knees, your thighs shaking from the previous climaxes as you crawled between his legs. Your fingers were trembling as you gripped the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down to fully release his thick throbbing shaft.
He popped out, hot and heavy, a slick bead of pre cum already glistening at the very tip in the amber light of the desk lamp.
You leaned down, your heart hammering against your ribs and wrapped your lips tightly around the smooth swollen tip of his cock.
Sam let out a sharp guttural growl that vibrated heavily through his broad chest, his hands instantly clenching into the mattress blankets on either side of his hips.
"Take the whole head," he commanded, his voice dropping into a rough dominant rumble as he watched you down between his thighs. "Swallow it down love, show me how much you love my cock."
You took a deep breath and slid your mouth further down his length. You let out a muffled whimper against his skin, your eyes automatically watering from the depth but you kept going, looking straight up at him through your eyelashes.
"Good girl," Sam panted, his fingers flexing against the bedsheets. "Just like that, look up at me while you choke on it, let me see those eyes watering for me."
The sight of him looking down at you with such raw possessive hunger made a surge of heat rush straight to your core. You wrapped one hand around his base, stroking him hard while your mouth kept a tight sucking rhythm. You used your tongue, swirling it heavily right around the sensitive tip just the way he liked.
"Fuck you’re so good for me," Sam groaned out, his head tossing back against the headboard for a split second before his gaze snapped right back down to you. "Use your tongue baby, swirl it right around the tip... fuck yeah… right there."
You pulled back just enough to breathe, your lips slick with his pre cum before you sucked him deeper, your throat adapting to his size, letting out tiny needy whimpers that were swallowed by his shaft.
"You love having my cum down your throat don't you?" He taunted, his hand suddenly reaching down to tangle his fingers tightly into your hair near the roots. He didn't pull hard enough to hurt, but he used his iron grip to hold your head perfectly still, forcing you down until his tip was buried deep in your throat. "Look at you, totally ruined for me."
You couldn't answer, your throat locked around him as he began to gently roll his hips up into your mouth dictating the pace.
Your eyes watered heavily, tears spilling down your flushed cheeks, but you didn't fight him. You collapsed completely into his dominance, letting him take whatever he wanted from your mouth.
“Fuck, you're so good... such a good little slut for me..." he whispered, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the mattress fabric in a desperate attempt to find an anchor against the pleasure as his brain fried from the pure blistering heat of your mouth.
Suddenly, his grip on your hair tightened and he firmly pulled your head back, forcing his cock out of your mouth so you could draw a ragged breath.
You gasped for the cool air, your lips glistening and raw, but instead of moving away, you leaned forward and ran your wet tongue all the way up his shaft, licking the smooth head with a heavy deliberate stroke.
Sam let out a loud strangled groan, his hips bucking off the mattress. "Fuck… stop… don't do that," he choked out, his voice cracking completely from the sudden spike of heat.
"But I want to do that," you whispered back, your voice entirely submissive but thick with desire as you stared into his blown out eyes. "Don't pull out when you cum… I wanna swallow every single drop."
"I'm getting close," Sam warned, his voice a gravelly authoritative hiss as his hand retightened in your hair, guiding you right back down onto him. "Don't you dare stop now love… will you swallow it all for me?"
"Yes Sam… please," you whimpered against his skin right before your mouth sealed over him again.
You sucked him with a frantic aggressive pace, your hand pumping his base while your mouth created a heavy wet suction that drove him straight to the edge. Your nails lightly scratched long pale lines up his inner thighs, the sharp contrast of your touch making his muscles twitch violently.
Sam was completely losing control, his hips were rolling into your mouth with a heavy desperate rhythm, his chest slick with a blind sweat.
"Fuck!... I'm cumming," he panted, his voice a gravelly broken mess, his fingers tightening in your hair to hold your head completely locked against his lap. "Don't move!… Don't you dare move baby."
With a sudden violent spasm of his hips, Sam arched off the mattress and shot his first thick burning charge right down your throat.
You let out a muffled gasp against his shaft, your eyes watering instantly as the heavy heat of him hit the back of your mouth but you kept your promise, you stayed completely still swallowing hard, your throat working rhythmically to take every single bit of him.
Sam growled out loud, his knuckles turning stark white as he gripped your hair, driving his hips up into your mouth two more times as he pulsed violently against your tongue, pouring his release over your lips and down your throat.
"Good girl," he choked out, his chest heaving as the tension finally began to drain from his muscular frame. He looked down at you, his eyes still dark and blown out as he watched your throat swallow down the last of his load. "Look at you, you took every single drop like a good little slut didn't you?"
You slowly pulled back off his length, your lips glistening and a thin line of white fluids dripping down your chin.
He reached down, using his thumb to gently swipe the excess cum from your chin, his touch entirely warm and loving. He didn't let you stay on your knees for long, he gripped your waist and hoisted you up onto the center of the bed, dragging your body flat onto your back beneath him.
Sam followed you down instantly, his muscular frame hovering over yours as he began devouring your face with wet frantic kisses. He trailed his mouth down the sensitive cord of your neck, forcing an involuntary gentle giggle out of your mouth as he nipped sharply at your shoulder before soothing the bite with a wet lick.
You wrapped your legs around his waist out of pure instinct, your hips instinctively tilting up to find the blistering heat of his erection.
Sam caught your knees, firmly pulling your legs wide apart and pinning them down against the mattress, leaving your entire lower body completely bare and exposed to the cool room air.
"Aren't you embarrassed?" Sam murmured, his voice a deep gravelly rasp that vibrated right against your ear. "Look at your cunt, it's literally dripping down your thighs and on my bed and you haven't even touched my cock yet."
"I know... I'm sorry Sam… please," you whimpered, your face burning a dark suffocating pink as you tried to tilt your hips closer to his heat. "I'm so wet for you… it feels so hot."
"Beg for it," he commanded flatly, his blue eyes locking onto yours with total dominance. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do to your cunt."
"I want you inside me," you sobbed out, your hands blindly clawing at the unmade sheets, ripping and bunching the fabric in desperation. "I want your cock so bad baby… please… put it in."
"I’m not putting a single inch inside you until you tell me how much of a desperate slut you are for your man," he growled, his jaw clenching hard.
He dragged the blunt head slowly upward, parting your slick folds from the bottom all the way to your raw clit, smearing your own natural cream across your core.
The proximity was pure torture, you let out a loud broken sob, your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you tried to pull his hips down with your knees, but his iron restraint wouldn't snap.
"Yes... yes… I am Sam!" You screamed silently into the dark room, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “Please!... Put it in now I'm begging you!”
Sam deliberately pushed inside millimeter by millimeter, wanting to feel every single internal muscle stretch, adapt and tear open around his thick size.
The sensation was so intense it felt like a blunt force tearing through you, your lower stomach tensed up into a tight knot from the sheer depth as he forced his way in.
A sharp ragged cry tore out of your throat but the second the sound escaped, Sam slammed his mouth down over yours, capturing your scream in a sloppy open mouthed kiss.
He twisted his fingers near the roots of your hair, holding your head completely still as his tongue forced its way into your mouth, devouring your breath while he delivered the final heavy drive.
He bottomed out completely, his pubic bone crashed hard against yours with a heavy dull thud, hitting your cervix at the very back of your cunt.
The blunt impact caused your entire lower abdomen cramp with a sharp overwhelming spike of intense pleasure. You choked into his mouth, completely pinned and stuffed to the root by his massive weight.
Sam stayed buried deep within you, his chest heaving heavily against yours, the sweat on his skin sticking to your own as he held himself perfectly still to let your tight cunt stretch and adjust to his full thickness.
He didn't start moving immediately, he withdrew his mouth just a fraction of an inch, his lips wet and grazing yours as he panted, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.
"Fuck, you’re so tight," he rasped, his voice a gravelly primitive whisper that went straight to your core. "Look at you… completely filled up..."
You let out a broken whimper, your fingers blindly clawing at his broad shoulders. "Sam... hahh~... please... move... I need you to move..."
"Yeah? You need it?" He teased, a dark ruthless smirk twisting his mouth as he slowly began to draw his length out, millimeter by agonizing millimeter, until only the swollen head was left nestled between your slick folds. Then with a sudden heavy thrust, he plunged back in.
The wet heavy sound of his hips crashing against yours echoed through the room. You bucked upward, a shattered cry escaping your lips but Sam instantly slammed his mouth back over yours, capturing the sound on his tongue.
He drove his tongue deep into your mouth at the exact same second, drinking in your high, broken wail while his hips kept up a slow punishing and incredibly deep rhythm.
It was a sloppy breathless kiss, your mouths couldn't synchronize under the violent desperate movement, your teeth clicking sharply together as his head shoved down, his rough blonde stubble scraping your chin raw while he devoured your breath.
Every single drive hit your cervix with a deep aching thud, making your lower stomach tense into a tight knot.
You were completely lost to the feeling, your mind entirely blank as you gripped his upper arms, your body adapting to the brutal relentless friction of his thick shaft sliding inside you.
Then, the floorboards in the hallway groaned again.
Sam went completely rigid mid thrust, his body turning into a solid block of iron over yours. His heart was hammering so hard you could feel the erratic heavy thud of it slamming right against your own ribs.
"Knock... Knock…"
"Sam? Honey?" Jodi’s voice carried clearly through the thin bedroom door once more, sounding sharper, more persistent this time. "Are you sure you're okay in there? I keep hearing the bed frame rattling… oh and I forgot to ask, do you have a shift tomorrow morning?"
You froze beneath him, your eyes blowing wide open in pure unadulterated terror. The sheer risk of the moment -the terrifying reality of his mother standing right outside the door while his thick throbbing cock was buried all the way inside you- made a sudden violent surge of heat rush straight to your core.
Your internal muscles gave an involuntary vice like clench, clamping down around his shaft like a tight fist.
Sam let out a ragged choked gasp into your mouth, his jaw clenching so hard the muscle ticked. He broke the kiss, his breathing fast and shallow as his brain completely fried from the crushing sensation of your wet walls.
He shoved his palm right back over your mouth, his thumb digging hard into your cheekbone to anchor you down and muffle you completely.
"Yeah... yeah Mom," Sam called out loudly toward the door, his voice strained, dropping into a rough deeper register as he forced himself to clear the thick haze from his throat.
Slowly and deliberately, he began to move his hips again, sliding his length out before plunging heavily back inside you, all while his mom stood right on the other side of the door.
You let out a muffled frantic whimper into his hand, your entire body convulsing as the combination of the deep blunt friction and the paralyzing fear of being caught was too much you couldn't hold it back.
Right there, while Jodi was still speaking, your eyes rolled back into your head as a massive shattering climax slammed into your lower body. Your internal muscles clenched around his cock, your nails scratching long frantic lines into his skin as the orgasm tore through you in deep heavy spasms.
Sam let out a raw agonized hiss through his teeth, his knuckles turning stark white where he gripped your wrists above your head. The sensation of your climax was pure torture, threatening to drag him over the edge instantly but he refused to stop moving. He gritted his teeth, forcing his hips to keep driving forward, riding right through the violent tremors of your walls.
"Sam?" Jodi called out, her tone shifting to slight confusion at his strained voice. "Are you alright? You sound out of breath."
"I'm fine Mom," Sam forced out, his hips delivering another deep silent thrust that bottomed out completely against your spot. "I just... I'm trying to get to sleep."
"Oh okay darling," Jodi's voice lingered, her footsteps shifting slightly outside. "Well, make sure you set an alarm. Goodnight."
"Goodnight Mom," Sam panted, his gaze fixed on your ruined dazed face.
The second he heard her footsteps finally start to shuffle away, moving slowly back down the hallway toward her own room, Sam's restraint completely vanished.
"Look at you," he hissed under his breath, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his movements turned fast, aggressive, and wild. "Look at how much of an obedient little creature you are. Cumming all over my dick while my mom is right outside. You're just a filthy little whore aren't you? So proper out in the valley but down here you just want to be fucked so hard."
"Yes!... ah-ahh~..." you wailed, your sentence shattered into broken, breathless fragments by the physical impact of his hips slamming against yours. "I’m yours!... I’m your slut Sam... fuck me harder!"
"You loved it," he growled, his thrusts turning relentlessly that made the mattress crunch loudly beneath your back. "You loved the idea of her walking in and seeing you completely ruined under me… tell me baby, tell me you're just a needy little whore for my cock."
"I am... nghhh~... I'm your whore Sam," you whimpered, your head tossing from side to side against the damp pillow as you surrendered entirely to his total dominance.
"I'm going to stretch you out so bad you won't be able to walk back to the farm," Sam rumbled, his verbal control slipping into raw dirty nonsense as he felt your core dripping wet down his thighs. "Squeeze me with that tight little cunt… take every single inch of it.”
"You're-... Fuck!... It's hitting it every time... nghh... Sam!" You sobbed out, your head tossing from side to side against the pillow, completely lost to the intense deep friction. "More... please Sam... more... ahh!~..."
You couldn't even finish the phrase. Underneath him, your body reached its absolute breaking point. Your eyes rolled back into your head as a massive shaking climax slammed through your lower body. Your internal walls didn't just twitch, they began to spasm in violent rhythmic contractions that locked around his cock like an iron vice.
Sam let out a loud frantic curse, his voice cracking into a raw hiss through his teeth as he felt you snap.
"Fuck... you're killing me," he gasped, his body going rigid mid thrust as the intense milking of your climax nearly forced him over the edge but he didn't stop.
Driven completely insane by the crushing tightness, he refused to let you recover, continuing to drive his hips forward into your trembling fit, forcing you to ride out every single agonizing wave.
"Look at me while I fill you up!" Sam shouted, his large hand slamming back into your hair, forcing your head straight back against the pillows so you had to look right into his blown out eyes. "I’m going to fill your cunt so full of my cum... you’re gonna be leaking until tomorrow morning!"
"Yes Sam!... Please!" You whimpered, your body convulsing wildly beneath his.
With three final brutal thrusts that bottomed out entirely, crashing his pubic bone against yours with a dull heavy thud, Sam finally broke.
His body went completely rigid, his muscles locking into solid iron as his pulse began to throb violently inside your walls. With a massive agonizingly deep convulsion, Sam came straight against the back of your womb.
He held himself buried deep, his hips crushing yours into the mattress as he delivered shot after shot, his internal pulse vibrating directly against your tensed walls.
The sudden overwhelming sensation of his hot fluid erupting inside you was so intense that it triggered another climax through your lower body. You let out a high pitched shattered shriek, but the second the sound escaped, Sam slammed his mouth down over yours, capturing your scream in a rough desperate kiss.
It was brutal, frantic and completely unhinged, your lips catching against each other's teeth in a messy starving collision until the sharp taste of copper flooded your mouths, your lips literally bleeding against each other as you panted and choked into the kiss.
Even as he finished releasing his load, Sam didn't pull out. He kept his full weight leaning into you, thrusting in slow deliberate circles to prolong the agonizing waves of your orgasm, forcing your internal muscles to drag slowly along his sensitive shaft while your body gradually stopped shaking.
"Good girl," Sam praised relentlessly, his voice a ruined gravelly whisper against your bloody lips as the tension finally began to drain from his muscular frame. "Look at you. You took every single drop like a good little slut didn't you baby?"
He slowly and carefully pulled his thick semi hard shaft completely out of you, making a wet heavy sound that echoed in the quiet room.
You let out a soft involuntary whimper at the sudden loss of him, your lower stomach aching with a deep lingering sensitivity as you instinctively tried to pull your knees together to shield yourself.
"Shhhh… I got you love," Sam murmured, his voice returning to his gentle warm baritone.
He grabbed a clean flannel shirt from his dresser and some tissues, carefully wiping away the slick trails of sweat, spit and overflow from your inner thighs until you were completely dry and clean.
Once you were comfortable, he slid his own soft white shirt over your head, the massive fabric swallowing your frame and smelling richly of his hair gel and laundry detergent.
He pulled the heavy blanket up over both of your sticky exhausted bodies, hiding you away from the outside world in the dark sanctuary of his room, pulling you into his arms and resting his chin on the top of your head as his large fingers lightly traced the faint dark marks he had left on your wrists.
He let out a low sleepy chuckle against your hair. "You're completely crazy you know that? Risking everything to climb through my window," he whispered with absolute reverent warmth in the dark, his hand sliding down to rest over your bare stomach. "You're gonna take that Plan B right when you get back right?"
A wicked sleepy grin touched your lips, you tilted your head up to look at him through your eyelashes. "I won't."
Sam froze for a split second, his blue eyes locking onto yours as his grip on your waist tightened, a dark intense spark flared in his gaze for a fraction of a second before a lopsided deep grin took over his face.
“Even better," he rumbled, his voice dropping into a rough whisper.
You let out a soft giddy laugh, swatting weakly at his chest. "In your dreams Samson, I'll take it the second I get back to the farmhouse tomorrow morning."
"Yeah, yeah," he teased, leaning down to press a soft lingering kiss to your sweat damp forehead. He wrapped both arms around you, pulling you so close that your chest was completely pinned against his. "Well, you're not going anywhere right now love, I'm not letting you walk back in the dark."
You didn't argue, you buried your face straight into his chest as you let your eyes close.
Cocooned in his heavy warmth, listening to the steady calm beat of his heart against your ear, you both drifted off to sleep, tangled tightly in each other's arms until the morning sun could break through the valley pines.
Twenty two years of high society expectations and silk ribbons have been stripped away leaving Ariel Jacobs with nothing but a dying father, a crumbling manor and a name that has become a debt she can never repay. To save her family from the cold and the creditors, she agrees to the only currency she has left: herself.
The arrangement is simple, move to the Valley and marry a stranger to consolidate land. Ariel expects a man as cold as the contract she signed but when she finally meets Samson Harper, the world stops. He is everything the shadows of her life are not, golden, steady and possessed of dawn blue eyes that look at her with a gentleness that hurts more than a cold word ever could. But kindness cannot erase the ink on a ledger.
Stardew Valley but it's the 19th century and it's an arranged marriage.
Read it on AO3 | Sam/Ariel OC
Tags: 19th Century, Angst, Strangers to Lovers, Slow Burn, Sam is a Ray of Sunshine, Sam is Bad at Feelings, I'm evil asf, Arranged Marriage, don't get too attached, Sam is the Sweetest Person, Did I Say That I'm Evil?, Ariel My Beloved, Sam Has Golden Retriever Energy, Ariel is Shy, Eventual Sm*t
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Had so much fun with my sister as we walked for 3 hours today I guess
Spent so much time with my nephew
Made a cake with my mom and my dad
Going out with my brother tomorrow for a third BD party
I'm 24 now... still alive after 3 attempts, my brain isn't that damaged yet, still close to my close friends "got some new ones whom I love to death", still working as a doctor and helped so many people I fuckin love my job
I'm so grateful for my family and for the love they give me even though they know that there's a chance that I'll forget all of that in a few years but they still love, still care for me and I'm safe and happy because of them I fuckin love them so much 😭
Your possessive boyfriend Sam, the boy who hides his desperation behind a skateboard and a smile but follows you like a shadow because he’s terrified you will be the next person to vanish from his life.
In his mind love is a survival tactic, a ring is a start but a child? That’s the permanent anchor. If he ties your blood to his you can never truly leave the Valley... or him. He isn't a bad person he’s just a man who would rather turn your world into a golden cage than face the silence of a life without you in it.
READ IT ON AO3 | SAM/FEMALE READER
READ THE WHOLE SERIES HERE
Tags: yandere Sam, sm*t, multiple orgasms, stalking, rough s*x, shower s*x, jealousy s*x, car s*x, aftercare, angst with happy ending
Twenty four was supposed to be "the big one" but as the hours tick by in a quiet house and an empty Saloon, Sam's excitement turns into a hollow ache. Between a busy mother, a distracted town and friends who seem to have moved on, Sam has never felt more invisible but Ari hasn't forgotten, she’s been waiting to turn the storm of his day into a private sanctuary but as the candles flicker and the soft romance of the kitchen shifts into the raw possessive heat of the bedroom, Sam decides he's done being the forgotten birthday boy.
For @stardewfanficwritersguild birthday bash 🌟
Read it in AO3 | Sam x Female Farmer "Ari my beloved"
Tags: Sm*t, angst, fluff, birthday s*x, birthday fluff, oral s*x, Dom Sam, top Sam, multiple orgasms, multiple s*x positions, c*nnilingus, aftercare, Happy Ending, Ari is his favorite BD gift
Word count: 13k
It's my birthday🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳
Sam woke up with a grin that felt like it was going to split his face, he rolled over in bed kicking the sheets off and immediately checked his phone, it was his birthday, the big one, he had been dropping hints for two weeks, talking about how big things were coming and how he couldn't wait for the weekend.
He opened his messages and went straight to Ari’s name, no new texts.
"She’s definitely crashed out," he muttered to himself, his voice raspy from sleep, he knew she had been pulling double shifts at the farm lately with the summer crops so he sent her a quick text.
Sunny: Hey beautiful! I’m gonna head to the Saloon later this afternoon, meet me there if you’re not already there haha love you ;)
He spent the morning trying to look busy, he practiced a few riffs on his guitar but his heart wasn't really in it as he kept glancing at the clock.
Usually by noon his mom would have at least made a comment about a special dinner or Vincent would be pestering him about presents but the house was weirdly quiet.
"Hey Mom?" Sam called out as he headed into the kitchen.
Jodi was frantic, shoving a bunch of laundry into a basket. "Not now Sam, I’ve got to get to Pierre’s before the sale ends and then I’ve got to drop Vincent off at Jas’s, can you make your own lunch? There’s some cold pizza in the fridge."
"Ohh… uh yeah, no problem," Sam said, his thumb hooking into his pocket. "Big day for errands huh?"
"You have no idea," she sighed, kissing his cheek distractedly as she rushed out the door. "See you later honey!"
Sam stood in the kitchen for a second. “Okay she’s probably just busy planning something for tonight,” he thought. “She’s playing it cool.”
By 3:00 PM the silence was starting to get loud, Sam headed out, his skateboard tucked under his arm, he figured he would go to the Saloon, that was the spot, everyone would definitely be there.
He walked into the Stardrop Saloon, the bell chiming above the door, he expected a "Happy Birthday!" or at least a few guys hovering around the pool table with a round of drinks ready.
But the Saloon was almost empty.
Gus was behind the bar polishing a glass while Shane was in the corner but he was wearing his Joja apron looking like he had just finished a grueling shift.
"Hey Shane!" Sam said, walking over. "Wanna grab a game of pool?"
Shane didn't even look up from his drink. "Can't kid, I'm exhausted, I’m just gonna finish this and go face out on my bed, maybe another time."
Sam swallowed hard. "Oh yeah, for sure. Get some rest man."
He pulled out his phone and called Sebastian, it rang four times before Seb picked up.
"Yo," Sebastian’s voice sounded muffled.
"Hey! Where are you? I’m at the Saloon," Sam said, trying to keep his voice upbeat.
"I’m in my basement man, my boss moved the deadline up on this coding project, I’m gonna be stuck here until at least midnight, it sucks."
"Midnight?" Sam’s shoulders slumped. "Oh I thought maybe we were gonna... you know, hang out."
"I wish, I’ll text you when I’m human again okay? Bye." The line went dead.
Sam stared at his phone, he tried calling Alex next.
"Hey Sam! Can't talk!" Alex shouted over the sound of a heavy weight hitting the floor. "I’m hitting a personal best at the gym today, I’m gonna be here for hours, catch you later!"
One by one everyone was out, he checked his text to Ari, *Read* But no reply, that was the one that actually stung, Ari always replied.
Sam sat at the bar spinning his phone on the wood counter, he felt like a total idiot, he was twenty four years old and he was sitting here pouting because no one bought him a balloon, it was embarrassing.
Gus walked over placing a cold Joja Cola in front of him.
"On the house Sam," Gus said softly.
Sam looked up. "Oh! Thanks Gus."
Gus leaned on the bar, his expression sympathetic. "Look, I know what day it is, I’m really sorry Sam, it seems like everyone just... well, it’s a busy season, Pierre’s got that big sale, the kids are in school and your farmer is planting for the next harvest, I’m sure they didn't mean to forget."
The word “forget” hit Sam like a punch to the gut, it was one thing to think they were busy, it was another to hear Gus confirm they had actually forgotten.
"It's fine," Sam said, his voice a little tight, he forced a smile but it didn't reach his eyes. "I’m probably too old for the whole birthday thing anyway right? It's just a Wednesday."
"You're never too old to be celebrated," Gus said firmly.
Sam took a long swig of the soda, it tasted like tin and sugar and looked around the empty Saloon, he had imagined a loud party, Ari laughing while he blew out candles, Sebastian actually coming out of the basement for once, instead it was just him and Gus.
"I think I’m gonna just head home I guess," Sam said, sliding off the stool. "No big deal, I’ve got some practice I should probably get to anyway."
"Happy Birthday Sam," Gus called out as Sam headed for the door.
"Thanks Gus."
The walk back was the longest one of his life, he took the long way, past the park and the fountain, he saw Jodi walking with Vincent near the river laughing about something Vincent had done, they didn't see him and for the first time in his life, Sam didn't want to be seen.
He felt invisible.
He reached the bridge and looked down at the water. “I’m not gonna mention it," he decided, if he told them now they would feel guilty and then they would throw some pity party that would just make him feel worse, he would rather just let the day die and pretend it never happened.
He checked his phone one last time, still nothing from Ari.
"Even you huh?" He whispered to the empty air.
He was halfway to his front door when his phone finally buzzed, his heart leaped, maybe she was at his house? Maybe she was waiting in his room?
It was a text from Ari.
Angel: SAM! EMERGENCY!
Angel: Please get to the farm right now!
Angel: PLEASE HURRY!
The sadness vanished instantly, replaced by a cold sharp spike of panic.
"Ari?" He gasped, he didn't even think, he dropped his skateboard right there on the grass and started sprinting toward the forest path, his lungs burning as he headed for the farm, his boots pounded against the dirt path, the sound echoing through the quiet trees of the Cindersap Forest, his heart wasn’t just hammering, it was thrashing against his ribs like a trapped bird.
Every worst case scenario was screaming through his head, did she fall? Was there an accident with the farm tools? Are the monsters from the mines real and there's one lurking around the property?
He didn't care about his birthday anymore, he didn't care that he felt forgotten, he just needed her to be okay.
He tore through the farm gate, his lungs stinging with every ragged breath, he didn't even slow down as he reached the porch, his boots skidding on the wood as he threw his weight against the farmhouse door bursting inside with enough force to make the frame rattle.
"Ari! I'm here! What's-"
He stopped dead.
The house was dark but not the bad kind of dark, the main lights were off and there were candles everywhere, on the counters, the table even the windowsill, it smelled like a mix of pizza and vanilla.
Ari was standing right there by the kitchen island, she wasn't hurt at all, she was holding a small cake that looked a bit lopsided with "Happy Birthday Sunny" written in messy blue frosting.
"Surprise!" She said, her voice quiet but excited, her eyes bright and dancing in the candlelight.
Sam just stood there leaning against the doorframe and trying to catch his breath, his hair was a total mess and he was sweating from the run, he looked like he had just escaped a disaster.
Ari set the cake down on the counter and ran over to him jumping into his arms. "Happy birthday Sunny!"
Sam caught her instinctively, his large hands locking around her waist as he lifted her off the floor
, the shock was still written all over his face but as the adrenaline faded, a massive dizzying grin took its place, he buried his face in the crook of her neck for a second just breathing her in and feeling the solid reality of her being safe.
Ari didn't give him a chance to pull away, she pulled back just enough to pepper his face with kisses, his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, all while he let out a breathless shaky laugh.
"You scared the shit out of me," he choked out, his voice thick with relief. "I thought... I thought you were hurt."
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" She laughed, her hands framing his face. "I didn't answer your texts because I was elbow deep in flour and I didn't want you to hear the mixer over the phone, I had to get everything ready."
Sam looked at her, really looked at her and the lingering sting of the day started to melt away, he leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a deep lingering kiss that tasted like the vanilla frosting on her lips, it was a slow grounding press of lips full of the terrifying "what ifs” he had felt on the run over and the immense gratitude of the "right now."
"Now I can see why you were busy," he murmured against her mouth, his eyes fluttering shut.
He kissed her again more firmly this time, his hands squeezing her waist before he finally set her back down on her feet, his legs felt a little like jelly.
"I wanted to have you all to myself first," Ari said, smoothing down his shirt and looking up at him with so much affection it hurt. "I figured we could do the quiet stuff now, just us and then we’ll head over to the Saloon later so you can celebrate with the rest of the guys, I know Sebastian and Alex probably have something planned for tonight."
The light in Sam’s eyes flickered and went out, he looked away, his gaze falling on the small cake as the cool guy mask he had been wearing all afternoon, the one that shrugged and told Gus it was no big deal finally cracked and fell apart.
"I don't think I'm gonna be seeing the guys later angel," he said softly, he rubbed the back of his neck, his voice dropping to a vulnerable whisper. "I don't think they even remembered, Seb’s working, Alex is at the gym... I went to the Saloon and it was just... empty."
Ari’s heart shattered right there in the middle of her candlelit kitchen, she saw the slump in his shoulders, the way he was trying to play it off like it didn't kill him and she stepped into his space grabbing both of his hands in hers.
"Sam..."
"It's fine… really," he said, though his voice cracked. "I’m twenty four right? I shouldn't be this bummed out about it but I really thought... well, it doesn't matter, you remembered."
"Hey look at me," Ari commanded, pulling his hands until he met her eyes. "Today is about you and if they’re too busy to see what they’re missing that’s their loss but I promise you baby, I am going to make this the best birthday you’ve ever had, we aren't going anywhere, it's just us."
She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him again, a soft comforting press of her lips to his that promised he was the center of her universe, when she pulled away she caught his hand and led him to the table.
"Sit," she said, pushing him gently into a chair. "I made your favorite."
She slid a tray onto the table, a homemade pizza, the crust thick and charred just the way he liked it, loaded with toppings, she didn't bother with a pizza cutter, she just pulled a piece off and handed it to him.
Sam took a bite of the pizza and for the first time all day, he actually felt a spark of genuine happiness. "This is incredible Ari, seriously."
As they ate Ari leaned her chin on her hand, watching him. "You know, I was thinking about the future today while I was kneading the dough," she said, her voice dropping into that sweet dreamy tone that always made Sam lean in.
"Yeah?"
"I was thinking about where we'll be when you're thirty or forty," she smiled. "Maybe by then your band will be touring Zuzu City and I’ll be the one in the front row or maybe we’ll have a bigger house with a room just for your guitars and we’ll still be eating pizza every year on your birthday."
Sam reached across the table, his fingers tangling with hers, the idea of a future with her, one where he wasn't an afterthought but a priority made the ache in his chest disappear completely.
"I like the sound of that," he said, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "Especially the part where you're there, as long as you're there I don't care about the rest of it."
He leaned over, his hand moving to the back of her neck to pull her into a kiss that was no longer just about comfort, it was warm and tasting of salt and sweetness, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she let out a soft shaky breath.
"Best birthday ever," he whispered against her skin. "And it's only just started.”
After they finished the pizza, Sam pushed the empty pizza tray toward the center of the table and leaned back in his chair letting out a long satisfied breath, he looked a lot better now than he had when he first burst through the door, the panicked look was gone, replaced by a sleepy sort of contentment.
"Man… I don't think I can move," he joked, patting his stomach. "That was way better than anything Gus makes."
"Don't let him hear you say that," Ari teased as she stood up and reached for the cake bringing it over and setting it right between them and grabbed a spoon from the drawer. "But don't get too full yet, you still have to do the birthday wish."
Sam looked at the cake then back at her. "Wait, we aren't even gonna put it on a plate?"
"Nope," she said, sitting back down and leaning close. "Spoons only but first, close your eyes, no cheating."
Sam chuckled but he did what he was told, he squeezed his eyes shut, his lashes resting against his cheeks, the candlelight flickered across his face highlighting the mess of his blonde hair, he stayed like that for a few seconds, the room falling quiet except for the sound of the crickets outside and the soft crackle of the candles.
"Okay," he said, opening his eyes and looking straight at her.
"Did you wish for something good?" Ari asked, her chin resting in her hand.
Sam didn't even look at the cake, he just kept his eyes locked on hers, a soft lopsided smile growing on his face. "I think it already came true," he said.
Ari felt her face heat up, she reached across the table and swatted his arm lightly. "Oh my god Sam you are so cheesy, that was terrible."
"Yeah I love you too come here," he laughed as he reached out grabbing her waist and pulling her toward him until she was forced to stand up and move into his space, he looked up at her, his expression turning a bit more serious. "But I mean it, after the day I had... this is all I actually wanted."
Ari leaned down wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply, it was a sweet lingering kiss that tasted like the pizza they had been sharing.
"You're a dork," she whispered against his lips. “I love you."
"Yeah but I'm your dork," he murmured, kissing her back before pulling her down onto his lap. “I love you more.”
Ari settled herself on his lap, her legs draped over his side, it was a bit of a squeeze in the kitchen chair but neither of them cared as Sam kept one arm wrapped firmly around her waist to keep her steady.
"Okay cake time," she said, digging the spoon into the side of the cake, she got a big piece of vanilla frosting and some of the pink sponge and held it up to his mouth. "Open up."
Sam took the bite making a muffled sound of approval. "Mmm okay, you're actually a really good cook, why don't you do this more often?"
"Because I'm usually too busy spending time withy husband," she reminded him, taking a bite for herself.
They sat there for a few minutes, Ari just passing the spoon back and forth digging out chunks of cake and laughing when a piece of frosting fell onto Sam’s shirt.
"You know," Sam said, licking some frosting off his lip. "This kind of reminds me of my eighth birthday, do you remember that?"
Ari laughed, feeding him another spoonful. "You know I remember nothing Sam, tell me about it."
"Ok wife lemme remind you," Sam chuckled, shaking his head. "My dad had just left for the first time for the military, it was the first time he wasn't gonna be there for my birthday and I was trying so hard to be the man of the house for my mom but I was just a kid, my mom threw that huge party at the park, she made a fancy cake and everything then the sky just opened up, it wasn't even a drizzle it was a total thunderstorm."
He shifted her on his lap pulling her a little closer. "Everyone ran, all the kids from school, the neighbors and all of our friends they all grabbed their stuff and bolted for their houses and their cars, the cake turned into a puddle of blue mush and the wind blew the balloons into the river, I was so embarrassed and sad that I just crawled under the big red slide and sat in the dirt crying my eyes out."
He looked at her, his eyes soft and full of memory. "I thought I was totally alone but then I saw your yellow rain boots splashing through the puddles, you didn't care about your parents leaving and just crawled right into the mud under that slide with me, you had that backpack on and you pulled out a bag of those super sour candies you used to obsessed with and a crumpled up comic book."
Ari leaned her forehead against his, a small smile on her lips. "I remember your face was covered in mud and tears, you looked so pathetic Sam."
"I was!" Sam laughed. "But you didn't look at me like I was a loser, you sat there and told me the thunder was just the drums for my birthday concert and the rain was special effects just for me, you made me feel like the storm was a gift instead of something that ruined my day."
He took another bite of the cake she offered swallowing before he continued. "You sat there in the dirt with me for like two hours, we just read that comic over and over and ate candy until our tongues were numb, my mom eventually found us and we were both just soaked to the bone, everyone else left because things got messy and uncomfortable but you stayed... you’ve always stayed Ari from the time we were kids until right now... whenever things suck, you're the only one who actually shows up for me."
Ari felt a lump in her throat, she looked at him realizing that even back then they were already heading toward this.
They had been in love since they were kids even if they didn't have the words for it back then, she reached out and wiped a tiny bit of frosting off his lip with her thumb.
"Of course I stayed," she whispered, her voice a bit shaky. "I've been in love with you way before we knew what love is Sam, who else is gonna keep you out of trouble if I'm not around?”
"Probably no one," Sam admitted, he turned his head and kissed her jaw, his hand moving up to rest on the back of her neck.
The playful mood was shifting into something a lot more intimate, the kitchen was warm, the cake was mostly gone and the way Ari was sitting on his lap made it hard for him to think about anything other than how close she was.
"Thank you Ari," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. "For tonight… for everything."
He leaned in, his lips finding hers again, this kiss wasn't sweet or playful like the ones before, it was heavier and deeper, his tongue grazing hers as he pulled her body flush against his chest.
Ari let out a small shaky breath, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.
"I think I'm done with the cake," Sam murmured against her mouth, his voice dropping an octave.
"Yeah?" Ari whispered back, her heart racing.
"Yeah, can we go to the bedroom now please?"
He didn't wait for an answer, he stood up with her still in his arms, his muscles tensing as he carried her toward the bedroom leaving the candles and the messy cake behind.
The moment the bedroom door clicked shut the air in the room seemed to vanish, Sam didn't even make it to the bed before he had Ari pinned against the door, his hands tangling in her hair as he crashed his lips against hers, this wasn't the sweet tentative kissing from the kitchen, this was hungry and desperate, he kissed her like he was trying to swallow her whole, his tongue pushing deep into her mouth claiming every inch of her.
Ari let out a low muffled moan against his lips, her hands clutching at the hem of his shirt, she wanted him closer, way more closer than humanly possible.
Sam finally pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against hers as both of them were panting heavily. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his chest. "I’ve been thinking about this since I woke up… all day Ari… about just getting you alone."
He didn't wait for her to answer before he went right back in, his kisses moving to her jawline and then down to the sensitive skin of her neck, his hands worked fast tugging her shirt over her head and tossing it somewhere into the dark, he made quick work of his own shirt too, his bare chest finally pressing against hers, the heat between them was insane.
"Sam," she breathed out, her head lalling back as he found a particularly sensitive spot right under her ear. "Mmm… wait…"
"I'm not waiting for anything," he muttered against her skin, he bit down softly on the slope of her neck right where her shoulder met her throat leaving a dark blossoming mark and sucked at the skin marking her clearly while his hand slid down to cup her breast. "You’re mine tonight you hear me? Everything about you is mine."
"Yours," she whimpered, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Always yours sunny... ahh!~..."
He moved lower, his eyes dark and fixed on her chest as the candlelight from the hallway spilled in, he looked at her like she was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until she was arching her back against the wood of the door.
He leaned down, his mouth replacing his fingers, worshiping her breasts with a slow deliberate heat that made her knees go weak.
"You're so beautiful angel," he growled, his voice thick with praise. "So perfect for me, I love the way you look like this… all flushed and shaking for me."
Ari was losing her mind, every time she tried to catch her breath he was there to steal it again with another bruising kiss, she felt his hands move to the button of her shorts and she suddenly remembered why they were here, it was his birthday, he had a terrible day and she wanted to be the one to give him everything.
As he started to drop to his knees, his hands sliding down her thighs, she reached down and caught his shoulders pulling him back up.
"Sam wait," she whispered, her voice shaky and thick with localized heat, she gave him a playful lopsided smile despite how hard her heart was thumping. "It’s your birthday remember? It’s your day sunny, I'm supposed to be taking care of you."
Sam stopped, his hands still gripped tight on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he looked up at her, his blonde hair a mess, his blue eyes darkened to a stormy navy, a slow dominant smirk spread across his face, the kind of look that told her he wasn't planning on following any of her rules.
"Is that right?" Sam asked, his voice a low dangerous rumble that sent a shiver straight down Ari’s spine, he didn't pull away, instead he stepped even closer, his hard frame crushing her back against the door, his hands sliding from her hips to grip the wood on either side of her head. "You think just because it’s my birthday you get to call the shots angel?"
"I... I just wanna make it perfect for you," she managed to whisper, her breath hitching as he leaned in, his nose brushing against hers. "You’ve had such a bad day sunny, let me take care of you… please."
Sam didn't stay by the door as her ignored her and scooped her up, his arms hooking under her thighs as he carried her the short distance to the bed, he laid her back against the pillows but he didn't give her a second to breathe, immediately crawling over her and pinning her down with his weight, he went back to her mouth kissing her with a messy open mouthed hunger that made Ari's head swim.
"Sunny come on-" she breathed out, laughing breathlessly as he broke the kiss to trail his lips down her jaw. “I said I wanna make you feel good, wait!”
"So you won't stop talking huh," he muttered, his voice muffled against her skin, he moved lower, his kisses trailing over her collarbone and down between her breasts, he was taking his time, his tongue dragging over her skin in a way that made her toes curl, he moved past her ribs, his hands gripping her waist to hold her still as he peppered kisses all over her stomach.
He stopped just above the waistband of her shorts propping himself up on his elbows so he could look her in the eye, his blonde hair was falling over his forehead and his eyes were dark with a mix of heat and that stubborn dominant streak Ari loved so much.
"Fine," he rumbled, his thumb tracing the line of her hip. "You really think you're gonna spend the whole night just taking care of me? You think I'm just gonna lie here and let you have your way?"
"It’s your birthday," Ari reminded him, her voice trembling as she reached up to brush his hair out of his eyes. "You’ve been through enough today Sam, I wanna make you feel so good that you forget everything else."
Sam let out a low rough huff of a laugh, his gaze dropping to her lips before snapping back to her eyes. "You're lucky you're so cute angel because I’m the one who decides who's taking care of who."
"Please?" She whispered, her hands sliding down to his chest feeling the heavy fast thud of his heart. "Just let me… only for today."
"So you sure wanna be a good girl and focus only on me tonight?" He murmured, his lips grazing her skin so lightly it was agonizing as looked at her for a long beat, his possessive streak warring with how much he loved the way she looked at him.
"Yeah," Ari whispered, biting her lip and running her fingers on his bulge feeling how hard he already is. “Just let me sunny… please.”
Finally he gave a slow sharp nod. "Fine, if that’s what you want I’m not gonna stop you but you’re gonna do it exactly how I tell you, you’re gonna do it until I tell you to stop, understand?"
"Yes," she breathed, her heart racing. “I understand.”
Sam shifted, moving with a sudden fluid grace as he sat back on his heels then moved to the edge of the bed, his feet hitting the floor as he sat upright looking back at her over his shoulder, the dominance in his posture was clear as he was waiting.
"Then get down there," he commanded, his voice dropping into that low authoritative growl. "Show me how much you missed me today."
Ari let out a little giggle, the excitement bubbling up in her chest, she scrambled off the bed giving him a quick fast kiss on the lips that tasted like a promise before sinking to her knees between his legs.
Her fingers were trembling slightly as she worked the button of his jeans, the metallic click sounding loud in the quiet dimly lit room, she tugged the denim down his muscular thighs followed quickly by his boxers finally letting them fall to the rug.
When he was fully bared to her, she let out a soft shaky breath, he was thick and heavy pulsing with a need that had been building all day, his length already slick with a bead of precum at the tip.
Sam leaned back on his elbows, his chest heaving as he watched her, he looked so dominant sitting there on the edge of the bed, his knees spread wide to give her full access.
"You like what you see angel?" He rasped, his voice dropping into that low possessive register. "Go on, stop wasting time before I change my mind."
Ari didn't hesitate, she leaned forward, her dark hair falling over her shoulders like a curtain as she flicked her tongue out tasting the salty drop at the tip as Sam let out a sharp choked off whimper, his hips hitching upward involuntarily, she did it again slower this time swirling her tongue around the sensitive head before she finally took him into the warmth of her mouth.
"Fuck Ari," Sam groaned, his head falling back as his hands immediately found her hair, his fingers tangling in the strands to hold her steady. "Yeah just like that, take it all, you're such a good girl for me, your mouth is so warm baby."
Ari let out a muffled moan of agreement, her eyes fluttering shut as she focused on the rhythm, she used her tongue to trace the veins along his length swirling around the ridge before sucking him deeper, her throat tightening around him.
Every time she went deeper Sam’s breath hitched, his hands tightening in her hair not enough to hurt but enough to let her know he was the one in control.
After a few minutes of steady rhythm Sam’s knuckles turned white in her hair and he gently -but firmly- tugged her head back forcing her to break the seal.
Ari let out a needy whine, her lips slick and swollen as she looked up at him gasping for air.
"Breathe baby," Sam whispered, his voice rough and dark, he didn't let go of her hair keeping her face just inches from him. "You’re so eager aren't you? Look at you… all messy for me already."
Ari reached out, her tongue darting out to lick the very tip of him as she tried to catch her breath, her eyes locked on his. "I just... I want you to feel how much I missed you sunny… I wanna do a good job."
Sam’s eyes darkened at that, a possessive smirk tugging at his lips. "You’re doing a perfect job, you want me so bad don't you? Tell me angel, tell me how much you want to take this for me."
"So much," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I want all of it, please let me..."
"Then prove it," he growled, his hands guiding her head back down. "Show me how much you can take, I want to feel your throat around me."
Ari went back to work with renewed hunger, she increased the pace, her hand wrapping around the base of him to stroke him in sync with her mouth, she was focused entirely on him, her tongue flickering over the most sensitive spots just the way he liked.
The sound of her wet rhythmic work filled the room punctuated only by Sam’s increasingly frantic praise and the low needy moans vibrating in Ari’s throat.
Every few thrusts Sam would guide her movements, his fingers exerting just enough pressure in her hair to set the depth. “You feel so good, you're so tight Ari, you're gonna make me lose it.”
"Mmm.. sunny... nnh," she tried to speak, her voice lost against his skin.
"Don't stop," Sam commanded, his voice thick with a mix of praise and raw hunger. "Look at you… look how well you take me, I knew you’d be perfect at this, you always know exactly what I want don't you? Use your tongue more baby."
As he felt the pressure building Sam’s hips began to move in a slow rhythmic thrust against her face, his breathing becoming shallow as he was taking control of the pace now, his body reacting to the way her tongue swirled around him.
"That's it angel… wrap that pretty mouth around me," Sam growled, his thrusts becoming a bit more frantic pushing himself as deep as she could handle. "I'm getting close... I'm gonna give it all to you, I want you to take every drop… can you do that for me? Can you take it all like a good girl? Tell me you'll take it."
Ari looked up at him through her lashes, her face flushed and her eyes hazy with devotion, she broke away for just a split second, her voice a broken wet mess. "Yes... everything… give it all to me sunny I'm your good girl."
Sam let out a low guttural snarl at her words and guided her back down, his hips snapping forward. "That's it… hahh~... take it!"
The tension in Sam’s body snapped as he let out a loud guttural groan, his fingers clenching tight in her hair as he spent himself deep in her throat, he kept thrusting even as he came, his body shaking with the force of it making sure he was as deep as possible.
Ari didn't pull away, she stayed right there, her throat working as she swallowed every bit of him making sure nothing went to waste.
When he finally started to come down from the high, his breath coming in ragged heavy bursts, he gently eased her back.
Ari looked up at him, a small proud smile on her face, her lips glistening, a single stray drop escaped the corner of her mouth and Sam immediately reached down.
He caught the drop with his thumb, his gaze intense and possessive before he pressed that same thumb into her mouth.
"Swallow it," he whispered, his voice shaking with the aftershocks of his climax. "Don't waste a single bit of me, you did so good angel… so fuckin good."
Ari sucked on his thumb, her eyes never leaving his as she did exactly what he told her.
When he pulled his hand away, he didn't give her a second to breathe before he was reaching down, grabbing her under the arms and hauling her up onto the bed with him.
Sam didn't let the heat die down for a second, he pulled Ari’s body flush against his, his chest still heaving as he captured her lips in a series of deep messy kisses, he tasted himself on her tongue and the thought of her being so devoted to him made his possessiveness flare up even hotter, he moved his hands down her back, gripping her rear and pulling her into his lap for a moment just to feel her heat against his thigh.
"You were so good for me angel," he mumbled against her mouth, his tongue darting out to lick her bottom lip before he started trailing kisses down her throat. "But I'm not letting you get away with just that, I can feel how much you want me, I can feel you shaking baby."
He laid her on bed and started kissing his way down her body, his lips moving over her collarbone, his tongue swirling around her nipples until she was arching her back and crying out his name, he didn't stop at her waist, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and slid them down her legs tossing them aside.
When he saw her completely bare, his eyes darkened and let out a low appreciative growl.
"Sam... wait no," Ari gasped, her hands reaching down to try and catch his shoulders as he moved toward the foot of the bed. "It’s your day sunny... you don't have to... I wanted to give you everything..."
Sam looked up at her, his hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wide until she was fully open to him, the soft part of his personality was gone, replaced by a raw dominant hunger that made her heart race.
"Shut up and take it Ari," he commanded, his voice dropping into a rough low rumble. "I told you I’m the one who decides what we’re doing… and right now I want to taste how much you love me, I’m gonna drink you in until you can’t even remember your own name, now lay back and be a good girl."
Ari’s breath hitched, a soft helpless moan escaping her as she did exactly what he said, her head hitting the pillow as she surrendered to the look in his eyes.
Sam didn’t give her another second to process, he moved between her legs, his broad shoulders pushing her thighs even wider apart until she was completely exposed to him.
He leaned down, his eyes scanning every inch of her watching the way her folds glistened in the candlelight, he started with a long slow lick from her entrance all the way up to her clit savoring the taste of her like he was starved.
Ari’s hips bucked instantly, her hands flying to the headboard to anchor herself.
"Oh!~... oh sunny... nnh~... please!~... it's so good!" Ari cried out, her voice already beginning to strain.
Sam didn't answer with words, he focused his tongue entirely on her center using firm broad strokes that kept her pinned to the mattress by pleasure alone, he lashed at her clit with a rhythmic precision, his breathing heavy and hot against her sensitive skin, he wanted her to feel the weight of his attention and the pure addiction he had to her.
Every time she tried to shift or pull away from the intensity, his hands clamped harder on her thighs anchoring her.
"You like that? Tell me you love how I taste you," Sam muttered, his voice muffled as he buried his face against her. "You're so wet for me angel, look at the mess you're making already, you’ve been thinking about this all day too haven’t you? Just being my good girl?"
Ari couldn't even form a sentence, all she could do was moan, her head tossing from side to side as she fought for air. "Yes... mmm~... yes Sam!... I'm… I'm so close… please!... Don't stop sunny… please!~..."
He obeyed, his tongue moving in a blurring circle flicking against her clit until her breathing turned into a series of jagged high pitched gasps.
Her eyes rolled back and a long loud scream ripped from her throat as her body went rigid, she bucked against his mouth, her internal muscles clenching desperately as Sam stayed right there pressing his face into her drinking in the sudden rush of her release, he loved the way she tasted when she peaked and didn't pull back even after the very last drop was gone.
"That's it, take it all," Sam growled against her, feeling the vibrations of her scream. “Good girl baby… good fuckin girl.”
As the first climax started to fade Ari tried to pull her legs together, her voice a sobbing mess of overstimulation. "Wait.. sunny wait... I'm too... nnh~... I'm so sensitive… I'm spent..."
"I didn't tell you that you were done Ari," Sam said, his voice dropping an octave sounding more commanding than she had ever heard him, he didn't let her move an inch as he dived back in immediately, his tongue pushing deeper this time mimicking the sliding motion of his cock.
He was relentless, he didn't give her a second to recover knowing exactly how to ride the wave of her sensitivity to push her back over the edge.
"Sam!... No I can't... stop… please... no wait… more!..." she cried, her fingers digging into his blonde hair, she was a mess of conflicting needs wanting it to stop because it was too much but wanting it more because it was him, she was moving her hips frantically trying to find more friction against his tongue.
"You can," Sam countered, his tongue swirling around her clit with a punishing speed. "You're gonna cum again for me, I wanna feel you cumming on my tongue again baby, be a good girl and cum again for your husband."
He sucked her clit into his mouth, the suction creating a cruel vacuum that sent pure pleasure straight to her core.
"Sam please!... More!" Ari’s voice was a ragged desperate wreck, her fingers tangling so tightly in his hair that she was nearly yanking him against her, every time his tongue lashed against her or the suction of his mouth intensified, her back arched completely off the bed. "I’m... haaa!~... I can't... Sam it’s too much!... Ahh!~... don't stop!... Please don't stop!"
Sam didn't give her an inch of mercy, he let out a low muffled growl against her sensitive skin, his hands moving from her thighs to grip her hips anchoring her down so she couldn't escape the mounting tension as he doubled his efforts, his tongue moving in a blurring punishing rhythm that focused entirely on the tiny swollen point of her pleasure.
She was screaming so loud, her voice raw and vocal as she lost all control of her limbs, her head tossed wildly on the pillow, her heels drumming a frantic beat against the mattress.
Sam stayed right there, his tongue never stopping even as she came again, he pressed his face even harder into her, his suction becoming relentless drinking in her sweet release as if it was the only thing keeping him alive
He was addicted to it, the way she smelled, the way she tasted, the way she sounded when he broke her, he waited for the worst of the shaking to stop, his face slick with her and looking like a man possessed, he looked up at her for a split second, his eyes dark with triumph.
"Two," he whispered, his voice shaking with his own suppressed need as he sucked a new mark on her inner thigh. "But I think you've got more in you don't you angel?"
He took his hand and began rubbing his fingers over her swollen folds spreading her open and making her hiss as the air hit her wet sensitive skin.
The moment his cool fingers brushed against her Ari let out a sharp ragged hiss, her body recoiling and then immediately pressing back into his hand.
After two intense climaxes, her skin felt like it was humming with live electricity, even the slight draft in the room felt like a physical weight against her slick swollen folds.
Every nerve ending was raw and screaming for more yet the thought of him touching her again made her feel like she was going to shatter, she was a mess of heat and wetness, her internal muscles still twitching with the remnants of her last release.
"Look at me Ari," he commanded, his voice firm. "Open your fuckin eyes and look at me."
She forced her eyes open, her vision blurry with tears and pleasure.
"Good girl," he whispered, a dark smirk crossing his face then without warning, he pushed two fingers deep inside her hitting her entrance with a force that made her let out a piercing scream.
"Oh god!... Sam!...” She sobbed, her voice hoarse. "Ahh!~... I'm… I'm so sensitive… it hurts… please!”
"I'm taking what's mine," he growled, he didn't go slow with his fingers, he hammered against her g spot in a fast rhythmic pace while his tongue returned to her clit creating a double ended assault that left her nowhere to hide. "Do you love that? Tell me you love how I’m ruining you right now, tell me you want more."
"I love it... I love it so much... nghh!~... sunny please... don't stop... more… ahhh!~... Faster!"
"Then cum for me baby," he commanded, his thumb replacing his tongue to grind against her clit. "Show me how much you can take, I want to hear you scream so loud you lose your voice.”
Ari hit her third climax with a force that made her back arch completely off the bed, her fingers locking onto the headboard so hard her knuckles turned white.
She was a total mess, her face flushed dark red, her hair matted to her forehead with sweat and her screams were raw and vocal filling the room as she pulsed around his fingers.
Sam pushed his fingers even deeper feeling her walls clamp down on him in a rhythmic desperate grip as he didn't move an inch, his tongue working her and drinking her in even as she sobbed.
"Yeah just like that, wrap yourself around my fingers," he praised, his voice thick and husky.
He kept his digits moving, slowly at first then picking up the pace again before she could even catch her breath, he was pinning her legs against his shoulders, his face buried between her thighs refusing to give her a single second of peace.
Ari’s head was lolling back, her neck corded with the effort of her screams as she tried to find the air to speak, she reached down, her trembling hands fluttering uselessly against his muscular forearms trying to find some leverage to push him away or perhaps to pull him even closer.
"S-Sam... nnh-haaa... please," she choked out, her voice a fragile broken thread. "I'm... mmmph... so tired... Sunny I can't... please..."
The words were barely recognizable, dissolving into a series of jagged wet gasps and stuttered vowels, every time she tried to form a coherent plea his tongue would flick against her in a way that caused her entire body to jerk turning her sentence into a long helpless moan.
She was panting so hard her chest was heaving, her eyes rolling back as she tried to tell him her body was finished but the way she was instinctively grinding her hips against his face told a completely different story, she was a slave to the friction, her protests dying in her throat as she spiraled back into the heat.
"Just one more," he muttered, his tongue lashing at her relentlessly. "I wanna feel you cum one more time before I finally get inside you, I wanna see you completely spent please baby."
"Sam… pl-please... I… I can't… breathe... s-stop please… I can't… take it!" Ari was crying now, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful, she was shaking her head from side to side, her hands reaching out blindly to grab his wrists.
"I've got you," he whispered, his tone softening for just a second before he redoubled his efforts, his fingers hitting her g spot with a brutal rhythm as he used his tongue to flick against her clit with a blurring vibrating speed while his fingers moved inside her with a strength that left her gasping, he was drinking her in savoring every bit of the mess they were making.
"Last one baby I promise, give it all to me, cum for your husband and be my perfect loud girl one more time! Show me how much you need me!"
The command in his voice calling her his wife and demanding that she break for him was the final straw, there was no more "tired", no more "too much", there was only the overwhelming need to obey him and the explosive friction he was creating.
Ari couldn't think anymore, her brain just quit, the combination of his fingers hammering her g spot and his tongue blurring over her clit was too much to process, she stopped trying to breathe or fight the sensation and just let her mind go completely dark leaving nothing behind but the raw shaking need to let go
Ari’s body went completely rigid, her fingers locking onto Sam’s wrists as a long broken wail left her throat, she stayed at the peak for what felt like minutes, her body bucking and pulsing in a way that seemed impossible.
She was so loud, her voice cracking as she screamed his name over and over until it was just a breathy whisper.
Sam didn't pull back, he kept his fingers inside her and his mouth against her clit until she had completely stopped pulsing drinking in the very last of her.
He didn't pull away until the very last tremor died down, he stayed there for a moment, his forehead resting against her thigh just breathing in the scent of her and looking at the perfect mess he had made.
When he finally pulled back and sat up, he was a mess, his face was glistening with her sweet release, his blonde hair damp and wild and his eyes were full of a dark hungry pride as he didn't give her a second to recover, he was crawling up her body, his heavy muscular frame pinning her back into the mattress.
He looked at Ari who was lying there totally undone, her legs still trembling and her chest heaving as she tried to remember how to breathe, she looked spent, her eyes glazed and her mouth hanging open.
"Look at you," he whispered, reaching up to wipe a stray tear from her cheek. "You did so good for me angel, absolutely perfect, you took every bit of it."
He didn't say a word before his hand moved to the back of her neck to pull her into a deep messy kiss that tasted entirely of her, the kiss was deep, wet and tasted entirely of her, he deliberately swiped his tongue across her lips forcing her to taste her own sweetness that lingered on him.
"You're the best birthday gift ever," he murmured against her lips, his voice full of warmth and dominance. "And I haven't even been inside you yet, you're gonna be so much louder when I am.”
Ari let out a broken high pitched moan, her hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders, her head swimming from the sheer intimacy of it.
He moved his lower body settling himself between her aching thighs.
Ari felt the hot hard length of him press against her entrance but he didn't push inside, instead he just ground the tip of his cock against her sliding it up and down through the slick mess he had made of her.
The friction was agonizingly perfect, Ari arched her back, her hips instinctively trying to meet him hoping to force him inside.
"Sam... mmm… sunny… please," she whimpered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Please… I need... I need you inside me… fuck me… please just fuck me..."
"What was that?" Sam whispered, pulling back just an inch so his lips were brushing hers but his hands moved to her jaw, his grip firm and possessive. "I didn't hear you baby, you’re being awfully needy for a girl who’s already cum four times."
"Please Sam... I'm begging you," she sobbed, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer, her clit rubbing against his hot skin with every desperate shift of her hips. "I need... I need you inside me."
Sam let out a low dark chuckle that vibrated through her chest. "You think you get what you want just because you ask?”
He shut her up by kissing her again harder this time, each time Ari tried to pull back to gasp for air or beg him again Sam’s hand moved to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair to hold her in place, he wouldn't let her break the contact, he used his tongue with a bruising intensity exploring every corner of her mouth making sure she could taste nothing but him and herself.
While he kept her mouth occupied, he kept up the relentless teasing below, he ground himself against her in slow deliberate circles, the tip of him teasing her opening dipping just a fraction of an inch inside before pulling back out.
It was a torture, Ari’s moans were muffled by his mouth turning into long desperate sounds that vibrated between them.
"You're so sensitive," Sam murmured against her lips, finally letting her catch a half breath before diving back in. "Look at you, shaking just because I'm touching you, you're so needy for me aren't you? You're so pathetic for your husband baby."
"Yes... ah yes!~... Sunny… I'm... mmmph!..."
He silenced her again, his kiss turning even more possessive as his thumb moved down to join the teasing, flicking her clit while his cock head rubbed against her entrance.
Ari was losing her mind, the sensation of him being right there but refusing to fill her was driving her into a frenzy, she was moving her hips frantically, her nails scratching at his back, her entire body a live wire of need.
"I'm gonna enjoy this so much," Sam rasped, his voice a low rough growl against her lips. "I'm gonna take my time with you Ari, I'm gonna feel every single inch of you wrapping around me but not yet, I want you to want it so bad you're crying for it."
"I am crying!... Sam please... ah!~... mmm-more!"
He pulled back and inch to look at her, his eyes searching hers seeing the pure raw devotion and the desperate hunger there, he loved having her like this totally at his mercy and focused entirely on the pleasure only he could provide, he kissed a stray tear from her cheek before capturing her lips in another deep soul searing kiss, his tongue mimicking the thrusting motion she was so clearly dying for.
He broke the kiss as she panted for air and leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as his hands moved to grip her thighs spreading her as wide as possible, his knuckles grazing the sheets as he admired the way she was laid out just for him.
"Ready baby?" He whispered, his voice a low gravelly rumble that sent a fresh jolt of electricity through her.
Ari didn't even have a chance to gasp out a “yes” before Sam adjusted his weight and pushed forward, he didn't go slow, he buried himself inside her in one deep determined thrust that bottomed out against her.
"AH!~... Oh god Sam!~... Nnh-haaa!~..." Ari’s eyes flew wide and a piercing scream ripped from her throat as her body stretched to accommodate his thick heavy length, the sensation of being filled after so much teasing was overwhelming, a sharp spike of pleasure that made her head reel, she felt every vein and every ridge of him stretching her open and filling her to the point of delicious ache.
She immediately reached up, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him down needing the anchor of his body, she tried to kiss him but all she could manage were broken jagged moans.
"Nnh-ah!~... Sam... oh sunny... too deep... mmm-ha!~... It’s so much... ah!~..."
Sam didn't wait for her to adjust, he let out a long shaky groan of his own, his forehead resting against hers as he felt the incredible heat of her wrapping around him, he felt her internal muscles pulse and squeeze him welcoming him home.
"God… you’re so tight," he rasped, his breath hot against her mouth. "So fuckin warm for me, look at you... taking all of me, I can feel you pulsing around me angel, you’re so perfect."
He reached up, his large hands closing around her wrists and pinning them to the mattress above her head, he didn't do it to be mean, he did it to anchor himself, to claim every inch of her as he began to move.
He began to trail kisses down her neck and onto her chest, his mouth hungry as he marked her skin while he started with deep slow thrusts, each one deliberate and heavy because of the way she was pinned, every time he pushed forward he was able to use his full weight.
"Nnh!~... Ah!~... Sam... fuck yeah!~... please… ah-ahh!~... Mmm-sunny… it’s hitting… ah!~..." Ari was sobbing, her head tossing back and forth, every time he pushed deep, she felt the blunt head of him grinding against her most sensitive spots.
"Yeah? You like that? I can feel exactly where you want it," Sam growled, leaning down to capture her lips again in a messy wet kiss, he didn't stop moving, his hips snapping forward in a steady punishing rhythm. "Tell me how good it feels, tell me how much you love being filled by your husband, I wanna hear you say it while I’m railing you like that come on."
"I love it... mmmph... I love it so much!... Ah Sam!... faster!... please... nnh-ah!~... Please sunny... ah-ha~..."
Sam obliged, his thrusts becoming more frantic and powerful, he shifted his weight angling his hips lower and tilting his pelvis so that with every forward motion, he hooked upward driving himself directly into her g spot.
The change in angle made Ari let out a shattered high pitched wail, her legs tightening around his waist.
"Ah-hahh!~... Oh god… right there!... Sam please!~... Nnh-haaa!~...”
"Look at what I'm doing to you," Sam rasped, his voice thick with a dark satisfied pride. "You're so fuckin spent, so undone and you're still begging me for more? You're such a good girl for me angel... I love how you're just taking every inch of me like you were made for it."
He leaned down, his hot breath ghosting over her damp skin as he watched her eyes roll back. "Keep making those sounds... I wanna hear exactly how much you love it... and I’m gonna keep going until you can't even moan my name anymore.”
He was relentless, his chest heaving as he stared down at her watching the way her face flushed and her eyes glazed over, he kept her wrists pinned, his thumbs stroking the back of her hands as he hammered into her, his cock sliding through the friction of her slick heat.
Suddenly Sam stopped his movement staying buried deep inside her, he looked down at her lower stomach where the skin was slightly distended from the sheer depth of him and a dark proud smirk crossed his face.
"Look at that angel," he whispered, his voice shaking with possessiveness. "Look at what I'm doing to you, you can literally see me inside you."
He released one of her wrists and took her hand guiding her fingers down to her own abdomen, he forced her hand to press hard against the small bulge where his cock was stretching her skin from the inside, the added pressure against the internal friction made Ari let out a raw desperate scream.
"AHHH!~... Sam!~... NH-HAAA!~..."
Sam let out a low dark laugh, the sound of a man who knew exactly how much power he had over her, he kissed her harder then, his tongue pushing into her mouth to swallow her screams as he released her other wrist but instead of letting her go, he reached down and hooked his arms under her knees lifting her hips high off the mattress to tilt her even further back.
"Now you're really going to feel me," he growled as he began to thrust with a renewed violent speed. “I'm gonna fuckin ruin you, my sweet obedient fuck toy."
Ari’s hands -finally free- flew to his back and neck, her nails dug deep into his skin drawing red bloody lines as she fought to stay grounded during the onslaught, she wasn't trying to stop him, she was pulling him closer, her body begging for the friction.
"Not yet," he commanded, though his own composure was fracturing, he could feel the ridge of his cock catching on her g spot with every lightning fast thrust. "Stay with me, look at me while you take it, give me everything Ari!"
Ari forced her eyes open looking up at him, he looked like a god, his blonde hair wild and damp, his skin glistening with sweat and his expression one of pure dominant devotion, the sight of him combined with the relentless deep pulses inside her was the final straw, her walls began to clamp down on him in a rhythmic desperate grip that she couldn't control.
"Sam!~... I’m… hahh-ah~… AH!~... NHHH-HAAA!~..."
Ari hit her climax with a force that made her entire body go rigid, her back arching so high only her head and heels were touching the bed, she stayed in the peak for what felt like an eternity, her voice cracking as she screamed his name, the intensity of her release was so strong that it finally broke Sam.
"That's it!... Squeeze me baby!... give it to me!... You're fuckin mine!..." Sam roared, his voice rough and guttural as he lost all rhythm, his hips slamming into her with everything he had seeking that final explosive release, he thrust deep, once, twice, three times, feeling her wrap around him like a glove before his body went completely rigid.
He buried himself as deep as he could possibly go, his forehead falling into the crook of her neck as he came so hard inside her.
Ari felt him pulsing, the hot heavy waves of his cum filling her making her own climax stretch out into a long shimmering afterglow, they were both breathing in ragged desperate gasps, the air in the room thick and heavy.
Sam didn't pull out instead, he stayed buried deep, his hips moving in tiny slow agonizingly perfect circles to prolong the sensation making sure every drop of the high lasted, he nuzzled into her neck, his lips grazing the marks he had left there.
"I love you so much angel," he whispered, his voice muffled and thick with emotion, his heart hammering against her chest. "I love you... god, this is the best birthday ever I'm serious, best one of my life, you're perfect for me."
Ari let out a tired shaky laugh, her hands still clutching his shoulders, her nails finally relaxing their grip on his skin, she felt completely spent, her body humming and her legs still trembling but she pulled him closer kissing his damp hair.
"I love you more sunny," she murmured, her voice hoarse and full of deep raw affection. "You deserve it all, every bit of me.”
She reached up, her arms feeling heavy and leaden with exhaustion and wrapped them tightly around Sam’s broad back, she pulled him down flush against her needing the grounding weight of his body as the room continued to spin from the aftershocks of the climax.
Sam didn't pull away, instead he buried his face in the crook of her neck, his hot ragged breath hitching against her skin as he began peppering small gentle kisses along the line of her throat and shoulder, his lips soft and lingering.
As the initial rush of their climax began to settle, he let out a long shaky sigh and started to shift propping himself up on one elbow, he looked down at her with eyes that were soft but still glazed with lingering hunger, his hand moving to brush a damp strand of hair from her forehead.
"God… Ari," he rasped, his voice sounding like gravel. "You’re incredible, I need to... I should probably move before I crush you."
He started to pull back, his body beginning to slide out of her sensitive walls but Ari wasn't ready to let the feeling go.
She felt the slight movement and immediately reacted, her hands moving from his shoulders to his chest and with a playful but determined look in her eyes she pushed against him using the momentum to roll him onto his back while she scrambled up to straddle him, she kept him seated firmly inside her, her internal muscles clenching around him the moment she felt the change in depth.
Sam let out a choked off groan, his head hitting the pillow as he looked up at her in surprise. "Angel wait-"
Ari didn't let him finish, she leaned forward pressing a finger against his swollen reddened lips. "Shhhh," she whispered, her voice a low needy vibration. "I’m not done, I need more sunny, I need you again."
A dark slow smirk spread across Sam’s face, he reached up, his large hand capturing her wrist to pull her finger away from his mouth and pressed a lingering possessive kiss to her palm. "You're a greedy little thing aren't you?" He growled, his hand sliding down to her waist, his fingers digging into her skin to anchor her. "You really think you can handle more? You're already passing out."
"For you? Always," Ari moaned, her hips giving a small tentative experimental tilt. "Nnh-ah!~... Sam... please... I wanna feel you move-... mmm… inside me… don't make me wait."
"Alright baby, if you want it, you got it," he murmured, he didn't let her take total control, though, his other hand came up to grip her hip and instead of letting her set the pace, he began to move her, he pushed her up and pulled her back down onto him in a slow agonizingly deep rhythm.
"Ah!~... Hahh~... Sam!... Mmm yes!~..." Ari cried out, her head falling back as she gripped his forearms for balance, she felt every inch of him filling her back up, his hard length stretching her out all over again, her nails instinctively found his chest scratching down and leaving faint red marks in the sweat slicked skin. "Nnh-haaa!~... Sunny!... faster... mmm… please… just like that!... Don't stop!..."
"Fuckin look at you," Sam praised, his voice thick with pride, he watched the way her breasts bounced with the movement, his eyes fixed on her face as she lost herself in the sensation. "Look at how you're taking me, you're so loud for me tonight angel… I love hearing you scream… I love knowing that I’m the only one who gets to hear those filthy sounds, you wanna cum so bad don't you?"
He didn't give her a chance to respond as he started to thrust upward from below meeting her every downward move with a powerful surge of his hips, the pace began to quicken even more, the wet sounds of their bodies joining together filling the quiet room.
Ari was a mess of moans and gasps, her hair swinging wildly as she was riding on him.
"Sam!... Ah!~... ahh-ah!~... I'm… ngghh~... I'm s-so close again!... Sunny!... I'm gonna- haaa!~... I'm cumming!~... Ah-ahh!~... Sam!” She cried, her voice cracking.
"yeah baby!... Just like that," Sam rasped, his hands tightening on her hips to steady her. "Come on, cum for me angel! Give me everything... I wanna feel you break again."
He deliberately slowed the pace lifting her up and pulling her back down in a slow punishingly deep grind that forced her to feel every ridge of him hitting her sweet spot. "There it is... feel how deep I am? Just cum for your husband!... Do it now.”
The friction was too much, her internal muscles spasmed, she let out a shattered wail as she hit her peak, she clamped down on him with a fierce rhythmic grip, her walls pulsing against his length in desperate tight waves.
Sam groaned, his head falling back as he felt her spill all over him, the slick hot sensation of her release coating his skin and making the friction almost unbearably good.
It was the best feeling in the world, knowing he had completely undone her and feeling her body thrumming with pleasure while she was still wrapped tightly around him.
He didn't let her stop even as she collapsed against him keeping the steady rhythm going to draw out every last tremor.
"Good girl baby," Sam growled, his eyes dark, he sat up suddenly, his muscles straining as he pulled her down into a crushing messy kiss. "You're so good to me you know that? So perfect and so pretty."
He held her there, his mouth swallowing her moans as he took over the movement entirely, he began to thrust hard and fast, his hips slamming into hers with a raw dominant energy as he reached with one hand, finding her clit and beginning to rub it with a brutal blurring speed.
Ari let out a muffled high pitched scream into his mouth, her hands flying to his hair pulling hard on the blonde strands as he hammered into her, she could feel him hitting her g spot with every single strike while his thumb was driving her into a second even more violent orgasm.
"You're mine Ari, say it," he demanded between bruising kisses, his thumb never stopping. "Tell me who you belong to, tell me you're gonna cum again for me! Scream it angel!"
"That's it!... Cum for me baby!... Cum with me!..."
Sam’s own control snapped, he felt her walls begin to convulse around him for the second time, the tight rhythmic squeezing triggering his own release as he let out a guttural roar, his head burying in the crook of her neck as he delivered a final series of deep punishing thrusts.
At the same time he rubbed her clit so hard she thought she might lose her mind, they hit the peak at the exact same moment, their bodies locking together in a desperate shaking embrace.
Ari’s voice went hoarse as she wailed his name, her body vibrating with the force of the orgasm but even as the peak hit, Sam didn't pull away, he flipped her over one last time, pinning her legs against his chest unwilling to let the sensation end, he drove into her one last time, slow and deep making her feel the full weight and length of him as he made sure to fuck his seed so deep inside her.
"You're so fuckin perfect," he whispered, his voice hitching as he felt the aftershocks of his climax. "I'm never letting you go… you're mine Ari, every fuckin inch of you.”
Ari tried to respond, her lips moving to form the words "yours" and "I love you" but her voice was completely gone leaving only a faint breathy exhale against his skin.
She was too spent to even whisper, her vocal cords raw from the hours of screaming his name, she just looked up at him with glazed adoring eyes, her fingers curling weakly into the muscles of his arms.
Sam didn't need to hear the words to know what she was saying, he saw it in the way she melted under him and felt it in the way she clung to him even in her exhaustion, a soft knowing smile tugged at his lips as he leaned down to press a series of slow tired kisses to her forehead, her eyelids and finally her mouth.
They were gentle lingering touches, a stark contrast to the raw dominance from moments before as he silently thanked her for everything she had given him.
They stayed like that for a long time, the only movement being the rhythmic heavy rise and fall of their chests as they fought to catch their breath.
Sam was still partially draped over her, his weight a grounding possessive presence that Ari didn’t want to lose, the air in the room was thick with the scent of their shared heat and their skin was slick with sweat causing them to stick together every time one of them tried to shift but neither of them cared, the world outside the bedroom door didn't exist, there was only the sound of their frantic ragged breathing and the synchronized heavy thuds of their hearts.
Slowly the adrenaline began to fade leaving a heavy bone deep exhaustion in its wake.
Sam’s muscles felt like lead but he forced himself to move and gently moving Ari until they were lying side by side in the middle of the damp messy sheets, he propped himself up on one trembling elbow, his eyes scanning her face with a quiet intense adoration that was almost overwhelming.
He leaned over, his lips finding hers in a series of soft lingering kisses that tasted of salt and deep satisfaction.
“You're so perfect," he whispered, his voice still shaking with the remnants of his release as he trailed his mouth downward kissing her chest where her skin was still flushed then her neck, his tongue tracing the frantic pulse point where her heart was finally starting to slow its pace. "I don't know how I got so lucky, best birthday ever Ari, you really took care of me angel, you gave me everything I wanted and more."
Ari let out a soft tired laugh, the sound vibrating weakly in her throat, she tried to lift her arm but it felt incredibly heavy, her fingers barely reaching his jaw to stroke the rough line of his beard, she felt completely drained, her body humming with a satisfied ache that made even blinking feel like a chore.
"Happy birthday sunny," she murmured, her voice hoarse and slurred with the kind of exhaustion only he could cause. "I’m glad... I’m so glad you liked it, I wanted today to be all about you."
Sam’s smile was genuine and warm, a stark contrast to the dominant hunger that filled his eyes just minutes before, he sat up just enough to reach for the fallen duvet at the foot of the bed pulling the heavy covers up and over their tangled limbs.
The sudden shield from the cool night air felt heavenly against their heated skin, he then slid down and gathered her into his arms pulling her back against his chest so they were spooning, his large hand splaying across her stomach to hold her close.
"It was perfect because I have you," he whispered into her hair, his breath warm against her scalp, he shifted again wanting to see her eyes and rolled her onto her side so they were face to face as he tucked her head under his chin, his arm acting as her pillow. "I mean it Ari, I’ve never felt like this before, you’re... you’re my whole world, I’m gonna spend the rest of my life making sure you know that."
Ari’s eyes were half closed, the weight of sleep pulling at her lids, she let out a content hum, her face nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "Mmm... good because you're stuck with me Sam, I’m not going anywhere."
"Good with me," he rasped, his grip tightening just a fraction, a flash of that possessiveness returning even in his tired state. "I wouldn't let you anyway, you’re mine remember? My good perfect angel."
"Always," she breathed, her voice becoming a mere whisper. "Your good girl... forever."
Sam watched her intently, his gaze never leaving her face as her breathing began to even out into the deep slow rhythm of sleep, he reached out with his free hand, his thumb gently tracing the curve of her lower lip which was still slightly swollen from his kisses, he felt a fierce protective surge in his chest, he loved the way she looked right now, totally spent, safe in his arms and completely trusting.
"Thank you angel," he whispered to the quiet room, his own eyes finally starting to feel heavy. "I love you so much… more than I can ever put into words."
He watched the flutter of her eyelashes one last time before she finally drifted off into a deep peaceful sleep, he didn't close his eyes immediately, he stayed awake for a few more seconds just listening to the sound of her breathing and feeling the warmth of her body against his, the scent of her -sweet, musk and distinctly Ari- surrounded him like a blanket.
Finally he pressed one last lingering kiss to her forehead and closed his eyes falling into a dreamless sleep with his arms locked securely around his greatest gift.
Your possessive and overprotective boyfriend Wilbur, a man who follows in your shadow because he’s terrified the "void" will swallow him the second you leave. To him, love isn't just a promise, it’s a cage he built to keep his angel safe. In his twisted mind, a child would be the ultimate anchor, tying your blood to his forever so you can never truly slip away. He’s not a villain, he’s just a man who would rather see you trapped than lose you to the dark.
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Tags: yandere simpbur, sm*t, multiple orgasms, stalking, rough s*x, shower s*x, jealousy s*x, car s*x, aftercare, angst with happy ending
WC: 41k
This is the fic that got me into writing so the first chapters aren't that good bc I didn't know what I was doing but it shows the progress in my writing and I'm so proud of this :3
Also sorry I didn't post it here but it's so long to be posted her just like the other fics and it's so good not to tell you guys about it so I hope u like it ENJOY!!!
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The rain was supposed to be a sanctuary, a quiet backdrop for a conversation about a life Haley was finally ready to leave behind but the air didn't stay quiet for long, between the shared wine and the tension of the bedroom, the polite masks of the two best friends finally shattered. Haley didn't just want a friend, she wanted your body and she wanted to prove she could navigate it better than the ghosts of your past, she wanted to claim every inch of your skin and every breath of your surrender. She’s not going back to the big house or the boy who never saw her, she has found where she belongs and she’s going to make sure you never forget the night you both finally learned what it feels like to be truly seen.
The rain was a promise the valley had been whispering all afternoon, the sky turning a bruised heavy purple over the town but inside your farmhouse the air was still, smelling faintly of dried herbs and woodsmoke.
When the sharp knock finally echoed against the heavy oak door it felt like a jolt of electricity, you pulled the door open, the hinges giving a familiar grounding creak.
"You made it," you started, but the words caught in your throat. "I was afraid you won't come."
Haley stood on the porch, a designer bag slung over one shoulder and a premium bottle of wine clutched in her hand, she looked as polished as ever, her blonde hair falling in perfect waves but her eyes held a rare flicker of vulnerability.
That flicker however was momentarily extinguished by the way her gaze swept over you.
You weren't in your usual dirt stained overalls or sturdy work boots, you were dressed for a night in, a ribbed black tank top that clung to your frame and soft black cotton shorts, the simplicity of the outfit did nothing to hide the visible evidence of the cold air hitting your breasts.
Haley’s breath hitched, a sharp audible intake of air that she tried to disguise as a cough, her eyes lingering just a second too long on the line of your collarbone.
"I... yes! I'm here," Haley said, her voice a fraction higher than usual, she stepped inside just as the first heavy droplets of rain began to drum against the roof. "I didn't want the rain to ruin my hair."
"Thank god you came just in time then," you said, reaching out to take her bag, your fingers brushing her wrist, a brief accidental contact before you immediately pulled back, your cheeks flushing a soft pink. "The sky looks like it’s about to break open."
"It’s definitely miserable out there," Haley murmured though she didn't look miserable at all as she followed you into the house. "I really wanted someone to talk to."
You bypassed the kitchen heading straight for the bedroom, the most intimate sanctuary of the farmhouse, you felt a surge of nerves, usually this room was a place of exhausted rest but with Haley here, every corner felt charged.
You both settled on the rug at the foot of the bed, the plush wool cushioning you against the hardwood before the bottle of wine was opened, the soft sound of the cork is the only sound against the growing roar of the storm outside.
Haley took a long sip from her glass, her legs tucked elegantly to the side as she leaned in closer than necessary, her shoulder nearly touching yours.
"So," you whispered, swirling your wine and trying to focus on the liquid rather than her proximity. "You said on the phone... you and Alex?"
Haley sighed, a long weary sound that deflated her usual poise as she shifted, her knee now firmly pressed against your thigh.
You froze, your heart hammering against your ribs but you didn't move away.
"It’s just over," Haley said, staring into her glass. "He’s... he’s fine, he’s Alex, but all he talks about is the gridball season and his strength training, I felt like I was never a priority in his life, I’d be talking about my photography and about the way the light hits the secret woods at noon and he’d just nod and ask if I’d seen his protein shaker."
She turned her head, her face inches from yours. "You actually listen, you look at me and I feel like you actually… see me."
Haley reached out, her fingers trailing idly, almost absently over your forearm.
Your skin tingled, a frantic heat blooming where she touched you, you were usually so bold when dealing with the townspeople but here under Haley’s heavy blue eyed gaze, you felt small and breathless.
"He don't deserve you," you managed to say, your voice slightly unsteady. " No man does.”
"I know," Haley whispered, her hand moved from your arm to your hand interlacing her fingers with yours, it wasn't a platonic gesture, it was firm and intentional. "I stayed way too long because I was afraid of being alone in that big house with Emily and her... crystals but being here? This feels different."
Haley leaned her head onto your shoulder, the scent of her expensive floral perfume mixed with the earthy familiar scent of your home.
You felt like you were vibrating, you wanted to reach out, to pull her closer but the fear of misreading the moment held you captive.
“What if she’s just sad?” You thought. “What if she just needs a friend?”
"Do you ever think about leaving?" Haley asked suddenly, her voice muffled against the fabric of your tank top, she didn't wait for an answer before her hand which had been resting near yours began to idly trace the veins on the back of your hand. "Not like leaving the farm but just... disappearing into the woods and never coming back to deal with the town's expectations?"
"Sometimes," you whispered, looking down at her fingers, she was pressing just hard enough to make your pulse jump. "But then I think about the things I’d miss, the quiet or the way the valley feels right before a storm."
Haley let out a low hummed breath that vibrated against your shoulder, she shifted, her weight leaning more fully into you until her chest was pressing against your arm.
"I used to hate the quiet," she murmured, her eyes tracking the movement of her own thumb as she began to slowly stroke the sensitive skin between your thumb and forefinger. "But when I'm here... with you... the quiet feels like it’s waiting for something."
She looked up at you then, her chin resting on your shoulder, the proximity was devastating, you could see the faint gold flecks in her blue eyes and the way her lips remained parted as she breathed.
She didn't pull back, instead she reached her other hand up, her index finger hooking into the strap of your tank top tugging it just a fraction of an inch lower.
"You're so different from them," she whispered, her gaze dropping to your mouth before snapping back to your eyes. "You don't just talk, you watch... you see things other people miss."
"I see you Haley." You managed to say, your voice sounding thicker than you intended.
Haley’s eyes darkened, she let out a small breathless laugh and squeezed your hand, not a friendly squeeze but a firm possessive one that grounded you to the spot.
"I know you do, I can feel it." She shifted again, her knee sliding up to rest against your outer thigh, a bold heat filled contact that made the air in your lungs vanish, she began to play with your fingers, interlacing them with hers and then pulling them apart over and over as if she was studying the way your skin felt against hers.
"I wondered if you’d be this quiet if we were alone," she teased, her voice dropping an octave as she leaned in closer, her nose brushing the shell of your ear. "You're usually so busy working and so covered in dirt, I kept thinking... what does she look like when the sun goes down and the work is done?"
You couldn't form a sentence, the humidity of the storm outside seemed to have seeped into the room making every touch feel amplified and heavy.
The wine was gone, the bottle sat forgotten on the rug and the rain had settled into a rhythmic hypnotic thrum against the glass, the silence that followed was heavy, laden with everything you weren't saying.
You stared at your joined hands, your thumb tentatively brushing over her knuckles, your heart performing a frantic rhythm.
Haley pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, her pupils were blown wide, dark and searching, she shivered though the room was warm.
"It’s... it's kind of chilly in here," Haley said, her voice dropping to a low suggestive silk, she didn't break eye contact for even a second. "Let’s sit in the bed."
"Sure," you whispered, your voice sounding thin and fragile against the roar of the storm outside. "It’s really getting freezing."
You both stood up from the rug, the sudden movement making the wine hum in your veins, you climbed onto the mattress sitting back against the headboard leaving the duvet crumpled at the foot of the bed.
You wanted the heat of the room and the heat of her without anything in the way.
Haley didn't hesitate, she crawled up right beside you, her hip flush against yours, her shoulder pinning you into the pillows.
You reached for the remote and clicked on the TV but the images were just flickering ghosts as neither of you looked at the screen.
Haley turned her head on the pillow, her blonde hair spilling over your shared space like silk, she stared at you with a piercing predatory curiosity that made the air in your lungs feel like lead.
"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" She asked suddenly, her voice was steady but there was a sharp dangerous edge of hunger in it.
You swallowed hard, your throat feeling like it was closing up. "No," you admitted, looking down at your hands. "I haven't but... I’ve slept with girls before."
The atmosphere in the room shifted instantly turning heavy and electric, Haley propped herself up on her elbow hovering over you, her face so close you could feel the heat radiating off her skin, she didn't look shocked, she looked fascinated.
"Really?" She murmured, her blue eyes darkening until they were the color of the storm clouds outside. "I didn't know that about you, how many?"
"Just... a few," you whispered, your face catching fire. "In the city before I moved to the valley, it wasn't... it wasn't serious, just exploring."
"And was it better?" Haley pushed, her voice dropping into a low unfiltered purr, she shifted her weight, her thigh now draped over yours. "Tell me the truth, is it better than being with a guy?"
"It’s... it's different," you said, your breath hitching as she moved her hand to your thigh. "It’s softer and it feels like they actually know the map of your body because they have the same one, they're always focued."
"The map of your body," Haley repeated, her voice a low vibration, she began to run her fingers in slow agonizing circles over your black shorts, the friction sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. "Focused how? Did they spend a long time on you? Did they... did they use their tongues?"
You gasped, your head falling back against the headboard. "Haley that's… that's a lot."
"I wanna know," she interrupted, her voice becoming bolder and more demanding as she saw your reaction. "I wanna know if you liked it when they went down on you, did you like the way it felt to have someone's face between your legs? Tasting your cunt you held their head? Did you make those pretty sounds you're making right now?"
"I… yes," you managed to choke out, your fingers clutching the bedsheets until your knuckles turned white. "It was... very intense, the friction is different, it’s more... constant."
"Constant," Haley whispered, her lips now inches from your ear, her breath hot and smelling of the red wine. "Did they make you scream? Did they make you lose control so much that you forgot your own name? Or did they kiss you to keep you quiet while they worked their fingers inside you… feeling how wet you were for them?"
The question sent a violent shiver through your core, you felt a heavy honeyed heat pooling between your thighs, the fabric of your shorts growing damp and heavy as your body reacted to the sheer filth of her words.
Every pulse of your heart seemed to push more moisture out making the fabric cling to your skin in a way that made you feel exposed even without her touching you there yet.
"They... they used to keep me quiet," you whispered, your voice trembling as you stared at the collar of her shirt. "Because I couldn't stop whimpering, it felt so much more sensitive than anything else... like every time their fingers moved inside me... I was losing a little more of my mind, I’d be begging them for more and they’d just cover my mouth and keep going until I was shaking."
Haley’s eyes darkened, her own breath coming in shallow jagged hitches, she leaned closer, her nose brushing against yours as she pushed further.
"Do you like it when they’re slow and worshipful?" She asked, her voice dropping into a low demanding register. "Like they’re tasting every single inch of you and taking their time to make sure you’re completely undone before they even think about finishing? Or do you prefer it when they’re more... aggressive?"
"I... I like the worship," you breathed, your chest heaving. "I like when they spend so much time down there that I’m just a mess... but I think I like the aggression more, I like being told what to do."
"Like being pinned down?" Haley pushed, her hand tightening slightly on your thigh. "Do you like the feeling of having your wrists held back knowing you can’t move while another woman does whatever she wants to you? Does it make you cum faster when you're helpless?"
"Yes," you gasped, a fresh wave of heat making your toes curl. "Knowing I can't stop them... it makes everything feel a thousand times more intense, I just have to lie there and take it."
"And what about when they're watching you?" Haley’s voice was like velvet. "Did you ever let them watch you touch yourself? Did you spread your pussy open and show them exactly how you like to be rubbed? Watching their eyes while you worked your fingers over your clit?"
"I... I did," you confessed, your face burning with a mix of shame and arousal. "Seeing how much they wanted to watch me... it made me so much wetter, I’d show them exactly how I liked the pressure... pulling myself open so they could see everything while I came for them."
Haley eyes traveled down to where your thighs were clamped tight together then back up to your face with a look that was almost demanding.
"And how many of them actually got you there?" She whispered, her voice dropping into a dirty low frequency hum. "Did they make you cum so hard your legs gave out? Did they use their mouths until you were just a sobbing shaking wreck on the sheets or did you ever find a girl who was thorough enough to make you cum more than once? Did they keep going just to see if they could make you scream again?"
The raw clinical curiosity in her voice was devastating, you felt your pulse thrumming in your ears, a frantic rhythm that matched the rain outside.
"Most of them... they were just one and done," you managed to say, your chest heaving under her gaze. "But there was one... she didn't stop, she kept her fingers inside me while I was still shaking and she kept her mouth on me until I couldn't even form words, I think I came three times before I had to beg her to let me breathe, I liked that she was... thorough."
Haley’s pupils were so blown wide they nearly swallowed the blue of her irises. "Did you ever let them use toys on you? Or was it always just their hands and their mouths? Did you like the feeling of something hard and cold stretching you out while they kissed you senseless?"
"I've tried toys," you whispered, your breath hitching. "But I think... I think I prefer the feeling of skin, the way a girl's fingers feel inside me is just... it's incomparable, it's so much more personal."
"I bet you're so tight," Haley murmured, her lack of filter becoming truly dizzying. "Do you think you'd be able to take two of my fingers? Or would you need me to go slow until you're used to me? Do you think you'd cry if I didn't stop when you asked me to?"
"I think... I think I’d want you to keep going," you admitted, your vision starting to swim from the sheer tension. "I think I’d want you to see exactly how much I can handle."
She shifted her weight, her body now partially draping over yours, her chest rubbing against yours, every time you turned your head to try and breathe, her lips were right there just inches from yours.
You could feel the moisture of her mouth, her hand which had been circling your thigh suddenly slid upward moving with a terrifying intent.
Her knuckles dragged firmly over the thin ribbed fabric of your tank top, she didn't miss, she caught the sensitive aching peak of your nipple rolling it slowly between her fingers through the cloth.
A broken pathetic moan escaped your throat and you arched your back into her touch, your body acting on its own.
Haley didn't pull away, she stayed there applying just enough pressure to make your vision blur.
"Look at you," she breathed, her own breath hitching in a jagged rhythm that mirrored your own. "You're so sensitive, you're shaking just from me asking questions, imagine what I could do if I actually tried, if I stopped asking and started doing."
She moved her hand from your chest back to your jaw, her thumb dragging over your bottom lip pulling it down to reveal the wetness of your inner lip, her gaze was anchored to yours, a predatory hunger written in every line of her face.
"What about the other way?" Haley asked, her voice dropping even lower like a husky silk. "Did you like putting your face between their legs? Did you like the way they tasted? Did you like the way they'd arch their backs and cry out when you used your tongue on them?"
"I... I liked making them feel good," you gasped, your heart performing a frantic rhythm. "Seeing them... lose it, knowing I did that."
Haley’s pupils were so blown wide, she leaned in until your lips were almost touching, the static between you so thick it felt like you were breathing underwater.
"You know," Haley breathed, her eyes finally flicking up to meet yours with a terrifying raw honesty that made your stomach flip. "I wonder what it's like to kiss a girl after years of being trapped with that loser.”
The space between your lips disappeared as Haley lunged forward capturing your mouth in a kiss that was anything but hesitant, it was a collision, hot, wet and desperate.
A strangled needy whimper broke from your throat as her tongue swept against yours tasting of the wine and a hunger that had clearly been building far longer than tonight.
Haley crawled fully over you, her weight pressing you back into the pillows, her knee pressing firmly between your thighs, the friction against your soaked shorts made you arch upward, a mindless reflex seeking the solid heat of her.
"You’ve been thinking about this too haven't you?" Haley breathed against your lips, her voice a ragged dominant rasp, she didn't wait for an answer, biting down gently on your lower lip before pulling away just enough to look at you, her face was flushed, her blonde hair falling around you like a silken curtain. "I can tell, every time I looked at you in this fuckin town... I wondered if you looked this beautiful when someone was actually making you feel good."
"Haley... please." You gasped, your hands flying to her waist pulling her closer until there wasn't a single millimeter of air between your chests.
"Please what?" She challenged, her eyes burning as she reached down, her fingers hooking into the hem of your black tank top. "You said you wanted to see how much you could handle, you said you wanted me to be thorough."
With one swift dominant motion she pulled the shirt over your head and tossed it blindly across the room, the cool air of the farmhouse hit your skin for only a second before Haley was leaning back down, her gaze traveling over you with a predatory appreciation that made you feel like prey.
"God… you’re perfect," she whispered, her voice thick as she began to run her hands over your ribs, her palms hot and slightly rough tracing the curves she had only ever seen under overalls. "Alex is a fuckin idiot, I can't believe I finally got rid of him.”
She leaned down, her lips finding the sensitive cord of your neck, she started to worship your skin with a terrifying intensity, nipping at your pulse point and then soothing it with her tongue.
Every time she sucked a mark into your shoulder you let out a broken cry, your head thrashing against the pillow.
"Is this how they did it?" Haley murmured against your skin, her hand sliding up to cup one of your breasts, her thumb raking hard across the nipple. "Did they make you shake like this? Did they make you moan their name before they even touched the best parts of you?"
"No," you sobbed, your fingers digging into the fabric of her blouse. "No one... no one makes me feel like this."
Haley let out a low dark laugh of triumph, she moved lower, her blonde hair tickling your stomach as she settled between your breasts, she began to treat your body like a masterpiece she was finally allowed to touch.
She swirled her tongue around one aching hardened peak taking her time and listening to the way your breath hitched and broke, when she finally took you into her mouth you felt it all the way to your toes.
"You're so sensitive," Haley praised, her voice muffled against your skin, she pulled back to look at the wet dark bud of your nipple before leaning in to flick it with her tongue again. "I wanna hear you, I wanna hear exactly how loud you get when I'm the one making you cum, tell me how good my mouth feels on you."
"It's... it's incredible," you choked out, your back arching so high your chest was pressed hard against her face. "Haley… I’m so close already... just from that… ahh!~... please."
"Not yet," she whispered, moving to the other side to give it the same agonizingly slow thorough attention, she bit and sucked and teased until you were a sobbing mess under her, your hands moving from her waist to her hair desperately trying to pull her back up for another kiss. "I'm not even close to being done with you, I wanna see you completely undone, I wanna see you dripping for me while I tell you exactly what I'm gonna do next."
She crawled back up your body, her chest rubbing against yours, the friction of her skin sending waves of pure heat through you, she captured your mouth again, a deep bruising kiss that tasted like the edge of a cliff.
"You're mine tonight," she whispered into the kiss, her hand finally sliding down to the waistband of your shorts, her fingers dipping inside to find the slick soaking reality of just how much you wanted her. "And I'm gonna be so much better than 'thorough'.”
Haley’s hand hooked into the elastic of your shorts, her knuckles grazing against the heat of your stomach as she looked you dead in the eye and with a sharp dominant tug she dragged the damp fabric down your legs tossing them onto the floor to join your shirt.
You were left completely exposed under her weight, the cool air of the bedroom is a sharp contrast to the furnace of her body.
Haley’s gaze dropped, her eyes tracing the slick glistening evidence of your arousal, she let out a low breathless laugh that was more of a growl, her fingers reaching down to ghost over your inner thigh.
"Look at you," she murmured, her voice thick with a dark satisfied hunger. "You’re so wet you’ve left a mark on the sheets, all those dirty little questions I asked... they really did the trick huh? I can see exactly how much you’re aching for me to stop talking."
"It’s your fault," you gasped, your legs trembling as they fell further apart for her. "You kept... you kept talking like that and I couldn't stop, I've been wanting you to touch me for so fuckin long."
She didn't stop there, she reached up and began to take off her own blouse with a terrifyingly slow deliberation, her eyes never leaving yours as she made you watch as she shrugged the silk off her head letting it slide down her arms.
When she reached for the clasp of her bra, her movements were fluid and confident, a woman who knew exactly the power she held over you.
She tossed the lace aside, her breasts spilling out full and flushed, her own nipples already dark and tight from the tension in the room, she looked down at herself and then back at you, a predatory smirk tugging at her inner lip.
"Do I look like what you've been dreaming about?" She challenged, her voice a low suggestive silk. "Because I've been thinking about you since the moment I walked through that door, I want you to see exactly how much I want this, I’m just as desperate as you are but I’m the one who’s gonna decide when you get to feel it."
"You're... you're even more beautiful than I imagined," you whispered, your eyes tracing the perfect curve of her breasts, your heart beating so hard into your ribs. "I've spent so many nights wondering... please Haley... don't make me wait."
She leaned down pressing her bare chest against yours, the sensation of skin on skin was like an explosion, your sensitive aching nipples dragging against hers as she shifted her weight, she sat back on her heels straddling your hips, her soaked core pressed against your thighs.
"You're shaking," she noted, her hands coming down to pin your wrists against the pillows, her grip firm and unyielding. "I love that I can make you lose your mind before I've even truly touched you, you want me to be thorough? I'm gonna map out every single inch of you until you're sobbing for me to finish you off."
"Then do it," you choked out, arching your back so your chest crushed against hers, your breath hitching at the sheer friction. "Use your hands, use your mouth... just don't stop, I wanna see how thorough you can be."
She lowered her head, her tongue flicking out to taste the sweat on your collarbone. "I will... but first," she whispered against your skin. "I wanna see if you taste as sweet as you smell.”
Her mouth crashed back onto yours with a bruising force, her tongue sweeping inside to claim yours in a wet desperate tangle that tasted of salt and red wine, it wasn't a soft kiss, it was a demand, a physical collision that left you breathless and lightheaded.
"God! Haley... mmm…” You whimpered into her mouth, your hands finally breaking free from her grip to roam frantically over her back, your palms slid over the smooth hot skin of her shoulder blades before diving lower, your fingers digging into the firm curve of her waist to pull her even tighter against you.
She let out a sharp needy whimper against your lips, her hands beginning their own relentless pilgrimage.
Haley’s palms were hot, tracing the line of your ribs with a slow agonizing pressure that made your skin tingle, she moved with a photographer’s eye for detail, her thumbs dragging over the soft swell of your breasts circling the dark aching peaks until you were tossing your head back against the pillow, a broken string of moans escaping you.
"I’ve wanted to do this since the flower dance," Haley rasped, pulling back just an inch, her lips swollen and glistening, her hands slid lower past your stomach to the sensitive pale skin of your inner thighs, she used her nails to lightly rake upward, a slow torturous crawl that made your legs fly open. "You have no idea how many times I watched you and wondered if your skin felt this soft... if you’d react like this when I touched you right here."
"Then stop talking," you choked out, your fingers tangling in her blonde hair tugging her head back down, you leaned up, your teeth grazing her bottom lip before you sucked it into your mouth. "I’ve been... I’ve been rotting for you Haley, touch me... touch all of me."
Haley growled, her hand moving higher, her palm cupping the very top of your thigh just inches away from where you wanted her hands to be, she didn't go inside, she used her thumb to apply a heavy rhythmic pressure to the crease of your leg and watching your face as you arched upward, your toes curling into the sheets.
"You're so sensitive," she praised, her voice dropping to a dirty low frequency hum as she leaned down, her mouth finding your breast again but this time she wasn't just teasing, she bit down gently on the sensitive bud of your nipple, her hand simultaneous sliding further down, her fingers slicking themselves in the honeyed heat between your legs. "I’m gonna touch every single thing that makes you scream... Every. Single. Inch."
"Haley!... Ahh~... please," you sobbed, your hips performing a frantic rhythmic tilt trying to meet her hand. "I can't... it's too much."
She looked up, her blue eyes dark with a terrifying raw hunger, her fingers now thoroughly coating themselves in your wetness as she played with your folds.
"It’s not nearly enough," she whispered, her thumb finally finding your clit and pressing down hard. "We have the whole night and the rain isn't stopping anytime soon.”
Your hips bucked instinctively, a jagged broken sound tearing from your throat as your hands clawed at the bedsheets, the pressure was firm, unrelenting and perfectly calibrated to drive you to the edge of the cliff.
"Haley!... Fuck!... Please... just like that," you sobbed, your eyes rolling back, your breath hitching in a frantic uneven rhythm. "I can't... I’m gonna... ahh!~..."
"No," Haley interrupted, her voice a sharp commanding rasp that sent a different kind of shiver down your spine, she didn't pull away but she shifted the rhythm, slowing down just as you felt the first sparks of a climax beginning to ignite. "I told you I'm being thorough, you don't get to finish until I've seen every part of you unravel."
She leaned down, her blonde hair acting like a silken veil that cut off the rest of the world leaving only the two of you in the amber glow of the farmhouse, she began to drag her kisses down from your breasts, her tongue tracing a wet scorching line over your skin.
When she reached the junction of your thighs she paused, propping herself up to look at the mess she had already made of you.
You were glistening, your folds swollen and weeping with a desperate heavy wetness that Haley tracked with a clinical predatory focus.
"Awww! Look at how you're dripping for me," she whispered, her voice full of dark pride. "You're so greedy, you want my mouth so bad don't you?"
"Yes!... god!... Haley yes," you groaned, your hands reaching down to try and guide her but she caught your wrists pinning them back to the mattress. "Please... I need you to... I need to feel you there!... Please!~..."
Haley didn't say another word, she moved with the grace of a professional spreading you open with her fingers to expose every hidden sensitive fold to the cool air before her mouth replaced it.
When her tongue finally made contact it wasn't a gentle lick, it was a deep authoritative stroke that started at the bottom of your slit and traveled all the way up to your clit.
You screamed, your back arching so high only your heels and head touched the bed.
Haley was relentless, she began to fuck you with her tongue mimicking the deep rhythmic thrusting you had only ever imagined but with a softness and precision that was a thousand times more devastating, she explored every curve, diving deep into your entrance before swirling back up to tease the hood of your clit.
"You taste better than the wine," Haley murmured against your skin, her voice a low vibration that traveled straight to your core. "So sweet... and so fuckin wet, does it feel good when I do this? When I use my tongue to find exactly where you're the most sensitive? Tell me."
"It's... it's too much!... Oh god!" You whimpered, your breath coming in short panicked gasps. "Haley... please... f-feels so good... you’re making me... ahh-ha!~..."
She ignored your pleas focused entirely on her work, she began to use a flicking motion, her tongue moving with a speed and dexterity that made your vision blur.
Every time you got close, every time your muscles began to tense for the release she would slow down switching to long agonizingly slow laps that made you whine in frustration.
"Stay with me," she commanded, her fingers reaching up to pinch your nipples hard, the dual sensation sending a jolt of electricity through you. "I want you to feel every single second of this, I want you to remember exactly what it's like to have a woman worship you like this."
For what felt like hours Haley kept you suspended in a torturous glittering state of near climax, every time the waves began to peak she would shift her focus moving her tongue to the soft skin of your inner thighs or slowing her pace to a agonizing rhythmic lap that made you feel like you were vibrating out of your own skin.
The air in the room felt heavy, thick with the scent of sex and the rhythmic drumming of the rain but all you could focus on was the heat of her mouth and the sheer filth coming from her lips.
"You look so beautiful like this," Haley murmured, her voice a low vibrating hum against your sensitive folds. "Spread open on your own bed... shaking because I won't let you cum yet, I bet you never thought I’d be the one to see you like this did you? You’re so desperate for me."
"Please... Haley... hhnh~... I'm dying," you whimpered, your head thrashing against the pillows, you felt heavy, your limbs leaden with arousal, your mind completely focused on the friction of her tongue, it was a sensory overload, the cold air on your skin, the stinging pinch on your nipples and the wet relentless heat between your legs. "Please… make me cum."
"Not yet," she whispered, her eyes flicking up to catch yours, dark and predatory. "I wanna hear those pretty sounds for a little longer, tell me how it feels to have me down here, tell me how much you love it when I use my tongue to open you up."
"I love it... ahh!~... I love everything you're doing," you sobbed, your fingers tangling in her blonde hair not to pull her away but to anchor yourself. "It feels so good... you're so... you're so much better than anyone... please!"
"That’s it," she praised, her voice dropping into a dirty unfiltered purr. "Good girl, I'm gonna make you forget everyone else who ever touched you."
Finally when your body was vibrating so hard you were nearly sobbing, Haley decided you had reached your limit, she increased the pressure, her tongue working in a frantic rhythmic circle while her fingers dove inside you stretching you out and mimicking the friction you had been begging for.
"Haley!... Haley now!... I can’t... I’m... AHH!~" You couldn't finish the sentence.
The climax hit you like a physical blow, your entire body went rigid, a long high pitched scream breaking from your lungs as you finally shattered, it was a violent multi layered release that seemed to go on forever, your internal muscles clenching around her fingers in desperate rhythmic pulses.
Haley didn't pull away, as the aftershocks began to roll through you making every nerve ending scream with overstimulation she stayed right there, she kept her mouth pressed against your cunt, her tongue continuing to stroke your clit with a punishing thorough intensity that pushed you through the pleasure and into a realm of pure unadulterated sensation.
"Stop... Haley! Stop... it’s too much!" You cried out, your legs shaking so hard you could barely keep them open. "I'm too sensitive... ahh~... please... give me a second!... Please!"
"Not a fuckin chance!" Haley whispered, looking up at you with a wicked triumphant glow, her lips wet and glistening.
Before you could even draw a full breath she dived back down but the clinical precision was gone, replaced by a raw aggressive hunger, she was rougher now, her tongue lashing against your clit with a speed that made you scream, a raw piercing sound that echoed through the farmhouse.
"Haley!... No!... Ahhh!~..." You shrieked, your hips bucking wildly as you tried to escape the intensity but she held you firm, her hands gripping your thighs so hard she would likely leave marks. "It hurts... it feels too good... I can't breathe!"
You were so overstimulated it felt like fire but beneath the sting was a mounting secondary tension that was even more violent than the first, you always liked it this way, being pushed past your limits and being forced to take more than you thought you could handle.
Haley seemed to know it, her tongue becoming more forceful, her fingers deep inside you stretching you and driving you toward a second even more explosive peak.
"Scream for me," she commanded against your skin, her voice muffled by your own wetness. "Let the whole valley hear you! Cum again for me!... Now!"
You were so sensitive that you broke again, your second climax was a jagged messy thing, your body convulsing so hard you felt like you were falling through the mattress, you were screaming her name, a desperate sobbing chant as your world turned white.
Haley stayed until the last pulse died down, meticulously licking every drop of your slick from your entrance, her tongue tracing your folds one last time to ensure she hadn't missed a single inch before she finally crawled back up your body, her face flushed and her hair a wild silken mess.
She hovered over you, her blue eyes burning and crashed her mouth onto yours, the kiss was deep and bruising and as her tongue swept against yours you tasted yourself, the salt and the sweetness of your own release.
"See?" She whispered against your lips, her breath hitching. "I told you I’d be thorough."
Haley’s gaze was heavy, hooded with a dark satisfied lust as she watched you try to catch your breath but she wasn't done playing, she was just getting started, her hand began a slow agonizing descent, her fingertips dragging over the sensitive skin of your throat, down the valley between your breasts and over the trembling sweat slicked muscles of your stomach.
You watched, mesmerized and terrified as her hand finally reached its destination, her knuckles brushing against the sensitive swollen heat of your cunt.
"You're still so responsive," she whispered, her voice a low dangerous vibration that made your toes curl. "I can feel you pulsing against my hand, you’ve had your fun with my tongue... now I wanna see how much of me you can actually take."
Haley didn't ask, she used her free hand to snap both of your wrists together above your head pinning them against the headboard with a grip of iron, with a predatory smirk she positioned the middle finger of her other hand at your entrance.
You were already so slick, so thoroughly prepared by her mouth that she it slid inside you in one smooth authoritative motion.
"Oh!... Hnng!~..." Your eyes flew open, your hips jerking upward as the sudden fullness hit you, you were already so overstimulated that the mere presence of her finger felt like a lightning strike. "Haley… please~”
"Shhh!" Haley commanded, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep bruising kiss, she used her tongue to mimic the rhythmic searching thrust of her finger inside you muffling your cries, she was hooking her finger to find that internal sweet spot making your legs shake and your head thrash.
But then Haley shifted, while keeping her fingers buried deep inside you she reached back with her pinning hand for only a second to unbutton her skirt, it pooled around her hips on the bed before she kicked it away followed quickly by the thin lace of her underwear.
You gasped into her mouth as she moved, the sudden sight of her bare golden skin in the dim light making your heart perform a frantic rhythm.
She straddled you fully, her weight a delicious pressure as she positioned one of your thighs directly between her own legs.
As she began to pump her fingers inside you, adding a second finger with a firm stretching pressure that made you let out a muffled whimper she began to ride your thigh.
The sensation was devastating, you could feel the heat of her, the wet soft friction of her own folds grinding rhythmically against your leg.
Every time she thrust her fingers into you she pressed her core down harder against your thigh seeking her own friction, the feeling of her slickness meeting your skin and the way her lips moved against yours in a desperate wet tangle was more than you could handle.
"Haley... mff!~... I can't... I’m gonna-... Ahh!~..."
"No," she growled against your lips, her hand returning to your wrists to pin them back down. "We’re doing this together, I’m not letting you cum until I’m right there with you, you're gonna stay right on this edge, you’re gonna feel every bit of me until I say so."
She began to move with a relentless punishing pace, her fingers stretching you, testing your limits while her hips worked your thigh with a frantic wet sliding sound that filled the quiet of the room.
You were a sobbing shaking wreck under her caught in a crossfire of sensations, you could feel her own pulse thrumming against your leg, her internal muscles clenching in sync with the way she was dismantling your self control.
The overstimulation was peak, the sharp sting as she reached down to pinch your nipple with her teeth, the stretching fullness between your thighs and the suffocating wet heat of her mouth going back to your lips to keep you silent.
You felt yourself losing the ability to form a single thought, your consciousness narrowing down to the friction of her skin and the absolute filthy reality of her dominance.
"Look at me," Haley demanded, pulling back just enough to stare into your blown wide pupils, her face was flushed, her blonde hair a wild curtain around you. "I... hahh~... I wanna see your eyes when we cum... I wanna... Ahhh!~... see you realize that you're mine."
Her grinding became faster, her breath hitching in jagged desperate gasps that mirrored your own.
You felt the pressure building, a massive tidal wave of heat that threatened to swallow you whole, you were clenching around her fingers, your own slickness acting as a lubricant for the way she was driving you toward the cliff.
"Now," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Now! I'm... ah-huhh~... I'm cumming!... Cum for me!"
The explosion was total, you shattered at the exact moment she did, your scream muffled by her final desperate kiss as your body went rigid, your internal muscles spasming around her fingers in violent rhythmic pulses as she collapsed against you, her core grinding one last heavy time against your thigh in the throes of her own release.
You lay there for a long time, the only sound the fading roar of the storm and the frantic synchronized thudding of two hearts beating as one.
Haley didn't move, her head resting on your shoulder, her fingers still deep and warm inside you, she propped herself up on one elbow, her eyes still glazed and her breathing shallow as she slowly withdrew her fingers from you.
With a deliberate mesmerizing grace she brought them to her lips and licked them clean, her tongue dragging over her knuckles to reclaim every drop of you before leaning down to press a deep soft kiss to your mouth.
You felt a surge of warmth for her that had nothing to do with the heat of the room, you reached for her waist and gently guided her onto her back, shifting until you were hovering over her as you began a slow reverent exploration of her face, pressing small kisses to her forehead and jawline.
"You're so incredible Haley." You whispered, your voice thick and low.
Haley’s fingers tangled in your hair pulling you closer. "I didn't think it would feel like... this," she murmured, a soft genuine smile touching her lips. "I feel like I'm melting."
"Let me help you with that." You replied, shifting your weight as you settled over her chest, your eyes fixed on the heavy pale swell of her breasts, they were flushed, her nipples dark and tight, you leaned down dragging your tongue along the underside of one breast savoring the warmth of her skin.
Haley let out a low shaky moan, her back arching off the sheets as you took the entire peak into your mouth, you used your tongue to swirl around the hardened bud flicking it rhythmically before sucking it deep into the heat of your throat.
"Ohh... hnnn~... yes… right there," Haley whimpered, her hands moving from your hair to grip your shoulders. “Fuck… this feels… feels so good.”
You moved to the other side determined to give it the same worshipful attention, you nipped gently at the sensitive curve of her breast leaving faint marks before soothing them with wet dragging licks, you began to hum against her skin, the vibration making her breath hitch in jagged desperate gasps.
You spent a long time there swirling your tongue in slow circles and using your teeth to gently tug at her and listening to the way her moans became louder and more uninhibited with every movement of your mouth.
Eventually you started to work your way back to her body, your lips finding the sensitive skin of her neck then moving to her shoulders before moving lower past her ribs until you reached the soft dip of her stomach, when you reached her thighs you paused, resting your chin on her inner thigh and looking up at her.
"You don't have to do this," Haley whispered, though she was already spreading her legs wider for you exposing the glistening swollen reality of her core. "I'm already such a mess."
"I want to," you said, your voice steady. "I’ve been wanting to taste you all night."
Haley’s breath hitched and she gave you a small breathless nod. "Then don't stop… please."
You leaned in, the scent of her floral perfume mixing with the sweet musky aroma of her skin and the faint trace of the red wine, from where you were positioned she looked breathtaking, the contrast of her pale soft skin against the dark sheets and her center weeping and glistening for you as you started with the softest touch dragging your tongue in long slow stripes along her inner thighs making her skin shiver.
When you finally moved your mouth to her entrance the taste was intoxicating, a heady mix of salt and sweetness that made your pulse race, you started with broad flat laps of your tongue spreading her slickness over every inch of her and making wet slapping sounds that echoed in the quiet room.
Haley’s head hit the pillow with a thud, her hands immediately flying to your hair.
"Oh god... hahh~... you're so much better at this than he ever was," she gasped, her voice already starting to break as you used the firm tip of your tongue to trace the line of her slit from bottom to top. “Please… ahhh~... don't stop.”
You didn't answer with words, you just hummed against her before you shifted your focus using the firm tip of your tongue to flick rapidly against her clit, you kept it rhythmic and steady while listening to the wet sliding sounds of your mouth against her.
You began to suck on her clit, creating a firm rhythmic vacuum that drew her deeper into your mouth, your lips pulling at her sensitive skin until she was sobbing.
"Haley… you taste so good," you managed to mutter, pulling back for a second to see her face. "You're so fuckin wet for me."
"It's because of you," she sobbed, her hips starting to buck uncontrollably. "It's because of what you're doing... ahh!~... right there… don't move!... Put your tongue back!"
You ignored her plea to stay still and instead pushed further, your tongue mimicking a deep rhythmic thrusting as you reached up with your hands, one gripping her thigh so hard your knuckles turned white to keep her open while the other reached for her breast, you caught her nipple between your fingers pinching and rolling it in time with the licks of your tongue.
"You're so greedy Haley," you whispered, your voice a dirty rasp. "You want me to keep going? You want me to make you scream?"
"Yes!... Please!... nghh!~… just do it!... Give me more!" She shrieked.
You dived back in but instead of the fast rhythm you suddenly slowed down, you dragged your tongue in agonizingly slow wet circles barely touching her then pulled away to blow cool air over her heated skin, you pressed soft teasing kisses to her inner folds and moved all the way down exploring every hidden fold with a clinical thoroughness that made her whine in frustration.
"Why are you slowing down? Don't do that to me!... haah~... I need it!" Haley whined, her fingers clutching your hair and trying to pull your face back into her.
"Because I wanna hear you beg for it," you said, looking up at her with a smirk before sliding two fingers deep inside her. “You like that yeah?"
You found that sensitive ridge inside her and started to hook your fingers against it firmly stretching her out, at the same time you brought your tongue back to her clit moving it in a frantic circular motion.
Haley went completely wild under you, her heels dug into the bed and her voice rose into a loud melodic scream that echoed through the farmhouse.
"Right there!... Oh my god… right there!... Ahh!~... I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna-!"
You didn't let up for a second, you doubled your efforts, your tongue moving with an expert speed flicking against her clit while your fingers hammered against her g spot, the sound of the friction, the wetness of her body and her loud unfiltered moans created a sensory overload that made your own head swim, you could feel her internal muscles starting to clench around your fingers in violent pre orgasmic ripples.
"Now Haley! Cum for me! Let me feel you break!" You commanded.
Your command made her shatter, her entire body went rigid, a long high pitched scream breaking from her lungs as she hit a violent climax that seemed to go on for minutes.
You stayed right there as she sobbed into the pillows, your tongue continuing to move in slow gentle strokes to prolong the feeling making her legs shake and twitch uncontrollably, you pushed your tongue deep inside her to lick her clean, savoring every bit of her release until she finally went limp against the mattress, her skin slick with sweat and pleasure.
You slowly pulled back, your face wet and your heart hammering against your ribs as you kissed your way back up her body trailing soft cooling kisses over her stomach and breasts until you reached her lips.
You found her waiting, her eyes wet and her face full of a quiet dazed afterglow as you kissed her deeply to let her taste herself on your tongue.
The quiet that followed was different from the silence before, it wasn't heavy with what was unsaid, it was light, airy and warm filled only with the sound of their syncing breaths and the rain finally tapering off into a gentle drizzle.
Haley didn't pull away when you broke the kiss, she tucked her head under your chin, her forehead resting against your collarbone, the predatory edge she had carried all night replaced by a soft vulnerable hum.
"I think you actually did it," she murmured, her voice sounding small and a little raspy. "I think I forgot why I came here in the first place."
You chuckled softly, the vibration rumbling through your chest against her cheek as you reached down pulling the discarded duvet up and over both of your sweat chilled bodies. "I told you I love it thoroughly."
Haley shifted snuggling deeper into the blankets and your side, she smelled like salt, wine and the floral soap she always used, a scent that now felt entirely like home.
"You’re a show off, I made you scream so loud," she teased, though she reached out to trace the line of your ribs with her fingertips, her touch feather light and reverent. "But thank you… for actually looking at me, for... everything."
You turned onto your side propping yourself up on one arm to look down at her, her blonde hair was a beautiful chaotic mess across your pillows and her blue eyes were soft and clear, you reached out and tucked a stray lock behind her ear.
"You don't have to thank me for that Haley," you whispered. "I've been looking at you since the day I got here, I just didn't know if you'd ever wanna look back."
Haley reached up, her thumb grazing your bottom lip which was still a little swollen from her kisses. "I was looking, I was just afraid that if I said something I’d ruin the only thing in this town that felt real," she paused, a playful familiar smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Also your overalls are really distracting, you should wear those black shorts more often."
You laughed, leaning down to press a final lingering kiss to her forehead. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Good," she breathed, closing her eyes as she drifted toward a deep well earned sleep. "Because I’m definitely not going back to my house tonight, or maybe tomorrow, Emily can deal with her crystals alone."
You held her closer, watching the dim light of the farmhouse flicker against the walls and as you felt her heart beating steadily against yours, you realized the journey was just beginning.
"Stay as long as you want," you whispered, but she was already asleep. "I don't want you to ever leave.”
You closed your eyes, the scent of her hair the last thing you noticed before the exhaustion of the night finally pulled you under, safe and warm inside the farmhouse while the valley slept in the rain.
Sam’s usually the golden boy but you pushed him too far while he was only trying to do his job, now the laptop is on the floor and you’re pinned to the mattress. You wanted to be a distraction? Fine... Now you have to handle a musician who knows exactly how to use his hands to ruin you... and he doesn't let you look away for a single second.
The only light in the room came from the harsh flickering blue glow of Sam's laptop screen, he was propped up against a mountain of pillows looking deceptively relaxed in a pair of dark grey jersey joggers and a thin white cotton shirt that clung to the broad expanse of his chest.
He looked so intensely focused, his eyes sharp and dark as they darted across the lyrics he was composing, his fingers flying across the keys with a rhythmic speed that made a mischievous heat prickle under your skin.
There was something undeniably hot about the set of his jaw and the way his brow furrowed in concentration completely oblivious to anything but the music.
You were curled up beside him in a pair of tiny shorts and a cropped white floral tee, you were supposed to be watching a movie but the dialogue was just background noise to the sound of Sam's fingers flying across the keyboard.
The more he ignored you, the more a restless thrumming ache began to settle deep in your core.
You didn't like how his attention was anchored to the screen instead of you and you were about to make sure that changed.
You shifted, sliding closer until your thigh was pressed against his hip then leaned in pressing your nose into the crook of his neck inhaling the scent of cedarwood and laundry detergent.
You let your lips graze his skin, a ghost of a kiss right behind his ear. "Sammy..." you murmured, your voice vibrating against his skin.
"Mmhmm?" he hummed not even looking away from the screen, his fingers didn't skip a beat as he was still writing.
"You’ve been staring at that laptop for two hours," you complained, you let your hand wander, your fingertips tracing the hard muscle of his forearm before sliding up to the hem of his shirt. "The movie is almost over and you haven't seen a single frame."
"I’m listening doll," he lied smoothly, his eyes scanning a transition. "The main character just realized his brother betrayed him... Very tragic. Now let me finish this part."
You huffed feeling a surge of stubbornness, you slipped your hand underneath his shirt, your palm flat against the burning warmth of his stomach.
You felt the muscles there ripple and tighten at your touch. "Babe please... aren't you done with your song yet? You're ignoring me."
Sam finally paused, his fingers hovering over the keys as he let out a slow patient breath. "No love I'm still working on it, I told you the deadline was close."
He finally spared you a glance, his gaze lingering for a split second on your pouting lips before he refocused on the screen. "Five more minutes... just five. Go back to your show."
"Five minutes is too long," you whispered, your voice dropping into a sultry demanding register. "And I think you’ve written enough words for one night."
Determined to break his iron concentration you sat up, the movement drawing his eye for a heartbeat and with a slow deliberate motion you reached for the hem of your cropped shirt and pulled it over your head tossing it blindly toward the end of the bed.
You sat there in just your shorts and your bra, the cool air making your skin tingle but your eyes were locked on him as his clicking slowed, the rhythm was stuttering now.
"Sam," you said, your hand sliding lower, your fingertips grazing the waistband of his joggers. "Look at me."
He didn't want to, you could see the internal struggle in the way his jaw set, a small muscle twitching in his cheek.
Finally, he let out a long heavy sigh and snapped the laptop shut shoving it onto the nightstand with a sound that was more of a growl than a sigh.
He turned to face you, his eyes dark and heavy as they raked over your exposed skin with a hunger that made your breath hitch.
"You are being an incredibly bratty distraction tonight," he rasped, his voice losing its professional edge and dropping into that deep possessive rumble.
"Is it working?" you teased, a playful smirk dancing on your lips as you crawled toward him, your knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips.
You moved until you were straddling his lap, your shorts dragging against his joggers. "Because you look like you’re having a very hard time focusing on lyrics right now."
He leaned back against the headboard crossing his arms over his chest, though his hands were clenched into fists. "You think you’re so smart don't you? Stripping down because you can't handle me looking at a screen instead of you for one night."
"I don't think it Sam," you whispered, leaning in so close your breath was hot against his lips. "I know it... and I know you would rather be fuckin me instead of staring at this laptop."
Sam didn’t move his arms from his chest but his breathing had changed, it was deeper and more intentional as if he were trying to manually override his body’s reaction to you.
"You have ten seconds to get off me and put that shirt back on angel," he warned, though his voice lacked any real conviction, it was thick and vibrating through his chest and right into your thighs.
"Or what?" you challenged, your voice a playful purr.
You leaned in, your hands framing his face as your thumbs were tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones, you tilted your head and pressed your lips to his, it was a soft lingering kiss tasting of the Joja cola he had earlier and the raw heat that was beginning to radiate off him.
As you felt his resolve crumble, Sam's head tilted instinctively and his lips parting to deepen the kiss and to finally reclaim the control you were stealing but just as his tongue brushed against yours, you pulled back.
You retreated just far enough that he had to strain forward, his eyes snapping open to find you smirking at him. "I didn't say you could have me yet," you whispered.
"Don't play games with me tonight," he growled, his jaw ticking. "I’ve had a long day and my patience is paper thin."
"Then it's a good thing I'm so thick skinned," you teased, you shifted your weight grinding your hips down slowly as you felt him jump beneath you, a sharp heavy throb of his length against your center separated only by two thin layers of fabric.
You didn't stop, you began a slow agonizingly deliberate grind, your eyes locked on his as you watched his pupils dilate until the blue was nearly swallowed by black.
"You're so warm Sam," you breathed, leaning down to trail your lips along his jawline avoiding his mouth entirely. "Is your work still more interesting than this?"
"Babe... stop," he warned, a low guttural sound vibrating in his throat, one of his hands escaped his crossed arms, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to bruise your hips but he forced himself to grip the bedsheets instead.
"I’m telling you if you keep moving like that I’m not going to be gentle... You’re playing with fire."
"Maybe I wanna get burned," you countered as you leaned back, putting a few inches of space between your chests and started to move more rhythmically.
You focused entirely on his bulge, dragging yourself forward then back feeling him twitch and grow harder with every pass.
Sam let out a jagged strangled gasp, his head hitting the headboard with a dull thud, his hair was a complete mess from where you had run your fingers through it earlier, the golden strands sticking out in every direction as he stared down at you with a gaze that was entirely undone.
"I am giving you one last warning," he hissed, his voice dropping to a dangerous predatory octave, he looked up at you through his lashes, his gaze hungry and dark. "Stop the teasing and get off, or keep acting like a slut and I will make sure you can’t walk for a week... Choose carefully."
You didn't say a word, instead you gave him one more hard deliberate grind, your lips curling into a triumphant smile and bit your lips. "I think I like the second option better."
Sam's chest was heaving now, the white cotton of his shirt pulling tight over his shoulders as he fought the urge to simply grab you.
He stayed pinned against the headboard, his hands still white knuckled as they gripped the sheets but his gaze was predatory following every micro movement of your lips.
"You think you’re in control because I’m letting you sit there," he rasped, his voice sounding like it was being dragged over gravel. "You have no idea how close I am to snapping you in half doll."
"Then snap... Stop acting so tough baby," you whispered, leaning down again.
This time you didn't go for his lips, you started at the sensitive hollow behind his ear nipping at the skin just enough to make him hiss, you trailed your mouth down the column of his throat, your tongue darting out to taste the salt of his skin.
You felt his pulse jumping against your lips, a frantic rhythmic thud that told you exactly how much you were affecting him.
"Sammy... your heart is beating so fast," you teased, pulling back just an inch to look at him. "Is the song making you nervous? Or is it me?"
"You know damn well what it is... And I'm still not giving you what you want" he growled as he lunged forward, his mouth seeking yours with a desperate hunger but you were faster, you twisted your head at the last second so his lips only grazed your cheek.
You heard him let out a frustrated animalistic sound, a half groan, half snarl. "Don't do that... Don't you dare pull away again."
"Then make me," you challenged, your voice dripping with honeyed defiance.
You leaned in again, teasing his lips with yours and brushing them together so lightly it was barely a touch, when he groaned and tried to surge upward to capture your mouth, to finally taste you and take over you laughed, a soft breathy sound and jerked back leaving him breathless and reaching for empty air.
"You’re being so mean to me tonight," he whispered, his eyes dark with a lethal mix of irritation and desire. "Why? Why are you doing this to me angel?"
"Because you were so busy," you said, your hands sliding down his chest to the waistband of his joggers, you used the heels of your hands to press down right against the base of his throbbing length.
"Because I wanted you to remember that I'm much more important than your songs." You leaned down and began to rain small biting kisses along his jawline moving toward his ear. "Do you remember now Sammy? Or do I need to keep going?"
"I remember," he hissed, his breath hitching as you ground your weight down once more right on the peak of his bulge. "I remember exactly who you are... You’re the slut who’s about to regret every single second of this teasing."
"I don't feel very regretful yet," you whispered, nipping his earlobe before pulling back to smirk at him. "In fact... I think I could go all night like this... just out of reach."
Sam's eyes snapped to yours and for a second the room felt deathly quiet, the playful air evaporated replaced by a thick heavy tension that made the hair on your arms stand up.
"All night huh?" He let out a low dark laugh that didn't reach his eyes. "You really think I’m gonna let you keep playing with me like this? You’ve made your point doll... Now come here."
Sam's restraint didn't just break it shattered, his hand shot out like a coil spring snapping around the back of your neck and anchoring you in place.
His other hand clamped onto your waist, his fingers digging so deep into your skin they were surely going to leave crescent moon bruises by morning.
"No more pulling away," he growled against your lips, his voice a dark jagged edge.
He crashed his mouth against yours and this time there was no room for playfulness, it was a bruising dominant collision.
He bit your bottom lip with a sharp possessive hunger pulling until the skin gave way and the metallic tang of blood filled the space between your tongues.
You let out a muffled surprised moan into his mouth but he didn't soften, he drank the sound down, his tongue invading your mouth with a rhythmic demanding force that left you dizzy.
He pulled back just an inch, his lips smeared with a mixture of your gloss and your blood and his eyes wild and dark with a hunger that looked absolutely lethal.
"I think... I think I won Sam," you panted, your chest heaving against his, your voice trembling but still laced with that stubborn defiance. "Look at you... you’re a mess... you couldn’t even finish your five minutes."
Sam let out a low dark chuckle that vibrated through your entire body. "You think this is you winning doll? Because I finally touched you?"
He tightened his grip on your waist, his knuckles turning white as he hauled you closer until there wasn't a breath of space left between you.
"You really think you're winning because you got me to stop working?" he rasped, his voice dropping into a dark dangerous octave that made your stomach flip.
"You didn't just get my attention you little bitch, you got me feral and now that I've stopped holding back you're going to realize exactly how much of a mistake it was to provoke me."
"You love it," you whispered, reaching down to grind your hips against him again desperate to regain the rhythm. "You love that I make you lose control."
But as you tried to roll your hips again, Sam's hands became like iron bands, he locked your waist in place physically halting your movement.
You tried to buck, to slide, to find that friction again but he wouldn't budge, he held you a fraction of an inch above where you wanted to be leaving you hovering, unfulfilled and aching.
"Sam... move," you hissed, your brow furrowing in annoyance as the frustration began to peak. "Let me... nghh~... let me move!"
"No," he rasped, his eyes boring into yours. "You wanted to tease? Now it's my turn... You don't move until I tell you to, you don't get relief until I decide you've earned it."
"You're being a jerk," you snapped, trying to wiggle out of his grip but he only used his strength to shift you exactly where he wanted you.
He dragged your center over the length of his hard bulge in one slow agonizingly heavy stroke then stopped again right at the most sensitive spot.
"Let's see who's really gonna win at the end of this doll," he whispered, leaning in to lick the blood from your lip with a slow terrifyingly focused tongue. "I’m gonna make you beg for the very thing you're trying to take right now... I’m gonna make you scream my name until your throat is as raw as your lips."
"I... I won't beg," you challenged, though your voice was breaking.
"We'll see," he growled, slamming his mouth back onto yours, he began to move you then but it wasn't the rhythm you wanted.
He used his hands on your waist to dictate the pace -rough, erratic and blunt- forcing you to feel every throb of him while keeping you completely under his physical command.
"By the time I'm done, you're gonna realize that 'Winning' means staying exactly where I put you."
Sam's hands were relentless, his fingers still biting into your waist as he dictated every agonizingly slow drag of your body over his, he could feel you trembling, feel the way your internal heat was radiating through your shorts but he wasn't satisfied yet... He wanted you completely undone.
With a sudden rough tug he reached behind you, his fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra until it gave way, he growled into the crook of your neck as he flung the lace aside, his eyes raking over your bare chest in the dim light.
"Look at you," he rasped, his voice dropping into that dark degrading tone he knew made your pulse skyrocket. "Sitting here half naked bleeding for me... acting like you’re the one in charge, you’re just a desperate little bitch aren't you? So needy that you had to sabotage my work just to get a taste."
"I’m not desperate," you bit back, your voice shaking as you tried to maintain your smug expression. "I just knew you couldn't handle me... I knew you would crumble Sam and look at you... you’re obsessed."
"Obsessed?" He let out a sharp mocking laugh as he leaned forward, his tongue swirling over one of your nipples before he suddenly latched on sucking the sensitive peak deep into his mouth.
A loud jagged moan escaped your throat, your back arching as the pleasure shot straight to your core, you clutched at his shoulders, your nails digging into his shirt. "Oh... ah!~... Sam... nghh~..."
"That’s it," he muttered against your skin, his teeth grazing the bud before he switched to the other side. "Scream for me you little slut... show me how much you love being treated like this. You love it when I call you a slut don't you? You love knowing that I can see right through that fake confidence."
He began to move his hips upward grinding the hard thick length of his bulge against you through his joggers, the friction was intense, a dry heavy heat that made your vision blur.
You started to find a rhythm, your breath coming in panicked gasps as you ground back against him.
"Fuck-ah~... stop being so mean," you hissed, your head falling back. "You’re so hard Sam, I can feel how much you want me... it’s pathetic how much you want to sink into me isn't it?"
"Keep talking," he hissed, his hand moving from your waist to your throat, his thumb pressing firmly against your windpipe. "Tell me more about how 'Pathetic' I am while you're shaking like that. You're so close aren't you? I can feel your heart hammering against my chest... You’re about to break for me."
"I'm... h-haah~... I'm not begging," you gasped, your eyes rolling back as the coil in your gut tightened, the friction was reaching a fever pitch, the feeling of the fabric against your clit pushing you right to the climax. "I'm not... nghh~... I'm not giving you that."
"You don't have to beg," Sam whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "Your body is doing it for you. You’re a filthy beautiful mess and you’re about to cum all over my lap without me even taking my pants off. How does that feel doll? Knowing you’re that easy to break for me?"
You were on the edge, the white light starting to dance in your eyes and your internal muscles beginning to clench in anticipation of the release.
You let out a long broken wail, your hips bucking frantically. "Sam!... nghh~... Sammy please...!"
Just as the first wave of the orgasm threatened to shatter you Sam grabbed your hips and shoved you backward away from his body.
The sudden loss of contact was like being doused in ice water, you fell back onto the mattress gasping, your body vibrating with unspent energy and your core throbbing with a desperate unfulfilled ache.
He watched you for a fraction of a second taking in your arched back, your flushed skin and your desperate heaving chest before he moved like a predator.
He was over you in an instant, his heavy weight pinning you down as he hovered inches from your face. "You think I'm done?" he hissed, his eyes burning with a dark terrifying hunger.
He didn't wait for an answer, he crashed his mouth onto yours again more violent than before, his teeth catching your already bloodied lip and his hand found your breast, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipple with a ruthless intensity.
You let out a high sharp scream into his mouth, your body bucking beneath him as he pulled back just an inch, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. "You still wanna act like a bitch? Still wanna pretend you're winning while you're trembling under me?"
"I... h-haah~... I won't... I won't give you what you want," you choked out, your voice wrecked.
You were desperate to keep that last shred of defiance even as your moans betrayed you with every sharp flick of his fingers against your peak. "I'm not... nghh~... begging you."
Sam let out a dark jagged laugh. "You don't have to say the words love, your body is screaming it. You're so wet for me aren't you? A little whore who needs to be reminded who owns her."
His hand slid down, his palm flat against your stomach before his fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts, he didn't take them off he just shoved his hand inside, his fingers finding your slick heat.
He began to move his fingers up and down your slit, a slow heavy friction that made your vision spark, he kept his eyes locked on yours watching the way your pupils dilated, his face a mask of dominant intent.
"Look at how much you're leaking for me," he whispered, his voice a gravelly degrading caress. "So needy... So pathetic. You want those fingers inside you so bad don't you? You want me to stop playing and just take what’s mine."
"N-no... I... ah!~..." You bit your lip to stifle a cry, your hips instinctively rolling into his hand despite your words.
Sam's expression hardened, he moved his hand lower teasing your entrance and circling it but never entering while his thumb began to ghost over your clit.
You let out a loud shattered moan, your hand flying up to grab his wrist trying to force him to give you the contact you needed.
The moment your fingers touched his skin Sam snapped, his frustration boiled over and he broke the kiss with a snarl, his hand flying up to catch both of your wrists and pinned them above your head with a single hand, his grip like iron manacles.
"Don't you dare touch me unless I tell you to," he growled, his face inches from yours. "You lost your right to touch me the moment you started this game, now you’re just gonna lay there and take exactly what I give you."
He leaned down, his lips crushing yours in a kiss that tasted of iron and salt, while you were trapped he finally showed no mercy and drove two fingers deep inside you in one blunt punishing thrust, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it with a ruthless vibrating speed.
You let out a sharp muffled scream directly into his mouth, the sound vibrating between your tangled tongues as your body jolted against the mattress.
The sudden invasive depth of him made your eyes fly open wide and blown out with shock but he didn't give you a second to recover.
His thumb instantly started rubbing your clit with a ruthless vibrating speed that turned your scream into a desperate rhythmic whimpering against his lips.
"There it is," he hissed into the kiss, feeling your walls spasm and clench around his fingers in a frantic attempt to find relief. "The 'Good girl' I know is in there... Scream for me doll... Let the whole house know how much you belong to me."
Sam was relentless, his fingers working inside you with a rhythmic force that felt like it was rearranging your very soul, every time his thumb caught your clit a fresh jolt of electricity shot up your spine making your toes curl into the mattress and your breath hitch in broken jagged gasps.
He leaned down abandoning your mouth to bury his face in the crook of your neck, he wasn't gentle, he nipped at the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing your pulse point before he sucked a dark possessive bruise into the hollow of your collarbone.
"You’re such a mess for me angel," he rasped, his voice vibrating against your skin. "Sobbing and shaking, your cunt is clenching around my fingers like you’re trying to drown them. Tell me... Do you still think you're winning?"
You couldn't answer, your head was thrown back, your eyes rolled into your head as you let out a series of high thin wails, you felt completely undone, your pride melting away under the sheer weight of his dominance.
Sam shifted his weight, his free hand moving to cup your breast, his thumb flicking your nipple before he leaned down and took the entire peak into his mouth.
He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the bud in a way that made your hips buck uncontrollably, the dual assault of his mouth on your breast and his fingers driving deep inside your slick heat was pushing you toward a cliff you couldn't see the bottom of.
"Sammy... ah!~... Sam... p-please!" you screamed, your body tightening, the white hot coil of an orgasm beginning to snap.
Just as the first wave of release started to ripple through you Sam felt the shift, he felt your walls begin to spasm in that frantic rhythmic way that signaled the end.
Without a word he pulled his fingers out, the sudden cold emptiness left you gasping, your body jerking in a desperate search for the friction that had just been stolen.
You blinked up at him, your vision blurred with tears and your chest heaving. "W-Why?" you choked out, your voice a wrecked pathetic whimper. "Why did you... stop?"
Sam sat back on his heels, his white shirt wrinkled and stained with your saliva and blood, he wiped a stray smear of red from his thumb with a calm terrifying precision looking down at you with a smug cold expression that made it clear he was far from finished.
"Isn't that what you wanted doll? You wanted to stay in control, you wanted to play games... I’m just giving you the space you asked for."
"No!" you cried, reaching out for him, your fingers trembling. "No... p-please... I want... I want you to make me cum Sam... stop being so mean!"
He let out a low dark chuckle, his eyes flashing with a predatory light, he didn't move an inch toward you, he went back to lean on the headboard. "Is that right? Then say it... You know exactly what I wanna hear say the words you were too proud to say five minutes ago."
You felt the last of your defiance crumble, you crawled toward him, your shorts tangled around your thighs and threw your arms around his neck.
You crashed your lips against his, kissing him with a frantic desperate hunger, tasting the blood on his tongue.
"Please," you sobbed into his mouth. "Please sam6... I’m begging you... I’m yours.... I’m your good girl just... please fuck me... make me cum... I can’t take it anymore."
Sam's hands came up to frame your face, his thumbs wiping the tears from your cheeks though his gaze remained lethal.
"Be careful what you wish for doll," he whispered, his voice a low vibrating warning. "Do you really want me to fuck you? Do you really want the monster you’ve been teasing all night?"
"Yes!" you wailed, pulling him down toward you. "Yes Sammy! Please! Just take me! Do whatever you want just don't stop again! Please!"
Sam didn't waste another second, he stood up by the side of the bed, his movements fluid and filled with a terrifying purpose as he stripped off his shirt and kicked away his joggers revealing the lean muscular build of a man who had spent the night suppressing a violent hunger.
Sam's jaw tightened as he looked at you, his hands sliding down to the hem of your shorts, he didn’t just pull them off he peeled them away slowly, his knuckles grazing your heated skin.
He leaned down pressing a lingering open mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, right where it met your heat.
"Every inch of this," he vibrated against your skin, his voice a low possessive hum. "Everything you’re trying to hide is mine... I’m gonna make sure you remember the feel of me inside you every time you try to act out again."
He sat back on the edge of the bed and hauled you onto his lap forcing you to straddle him, your skin felt electric against his.
You were a mess, breathless, tear stained and desperate as you peppered his face and neck with frantic wet kisses, Sam's hands clamped onto your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh like talons.
He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, his gaze dark and unyielding. "Are you sure you want this doll?" he rasped, his voice a low vibrating warning. "Because no matter what happens... no matter how much you cry or scream I’m not stopping until I want to stop. Do you understand?"
"I’m all yours... please Sam... please," you sobbed, your hands clutching at his shoulders as you tried to guide him toward your aching heat.
"Fine... You asked for it."
He didn't ease into you, he didn't give you a second to adjust or breathe, he gripped your waist and slammed you down onto his length in one brutal singular motion.
You let out a high thin wail as he bottomed out, his head blunt forcing its way against your cervix, it was so deep and so sudden that your vision went white, your internal muscles spasming in shock around him.
He didn't wait for you to adjust to his size, he immediately began to move, his hands on your waist acting like iron pistons as he forced you up and down in a fast punishing rhythm.
"Look at you," he hissed, his mouth crashing onto yours for a bruising bloody kiss before he moved to tear at the skin of your neck. "Screaming like a little animal. You wanted to play the queen all night and now look at you... completely ruined by one thrust."
"Sam!... Ah!~... It’s... it’s too deep!... Nghh!~..." You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers digging into his skin as he kept the pace relentless.
Every time he drove upward he hit your g spot with a terrifying accuracy that made your body feel like it was vibrating apart. He was in full control, his movements possessive and savage.
He was marking you everywhere, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, his lips bruising your collarbone and his hands leaving dark fingerprints on your hips.
Suddenly he stopped, he held you pinned right at the peak of his length, his fingers squeezing your waist so hard you let out a whimper.
"Tell me," he demanded, his voice dangerously low. "Whose are you? Whose name is written on every inch of this pretty skin?"
You were too far gone to speak, your head was tossing wildly, your chest heaving and you could only let out a series of broken incoherent gasps, the overstimulation was a physical weight making you sob with the need for him to move again.
"Answer me," he growled, his jaw setting. He didn't move an inch letting you sit there in the agonizing silence of the stall. "I told you I’m not moving again until you answer me like the little whore you are."
"I... I..." You let out a fresh burst of tears, your fingers scratching weakly at his chest. "Yours... I’m yours... h-haah~... Sam... please Sammy!... Please move!"
Sam's expression softened for a fraction of a second, his lips grazing the tear stains on your cheeks in a mockery of a gentle gesture.
"Good girl," he whispered, the words sounding like a death sentence.
Then he launched back into the rhythm even harder than before, he was determined to break you.
The first orgasm hit you like a freight train, a violent shuddering explosion of white heat that made your entire body go rigid.
Your internal walls clamped around him in desperate rhythmic spasms trying to pull every inch of him deeper.
"Sam!... Ah~...nghh!~... Oh god!... Sammy!" you wailed, your voice breaking into a high thin scream against his lips.
You were shaking so hard you could barely hold onto his shoulders, your head falling back as the pleasure turned into a borderline painful overstimulation.
Sam felt your climax seize him but instead of finishing, he suddenly went still, he stayed buried deep but he stopped the motion entirely holding you in that agonizing peak of sensitivity.
"It feels good doesn't it?" he whispered, his voice dark and mocking as he watched your face fracture. "You’re cumming so hard you can’t even breathe but what if I just... stopped? What if I left you right here broken and desperate for more?"
"No! No, no, no!" you sobbed, your hands flying to his face, your tears blurring your vision. "Don't stop! Please Sam... I'm... I'm still... ah~... please move! I need you to move!"
"You need me?" he teased, his thumb tracing your trembling lower lip. "A second ago you were the queen of the room now you're crying for me to ruin you? Say it... Beg me not to leave you like this."
"Please don't leave me!... Fuck me Sam! Please just... I'll do anything! Just move!" you cried, your hips jerking instinctively trying to force a friction he wouldn't give.
He let out a low predatory chuckle. "Good girl. I've got you."
He launched back into the rhythm with a savage renewed intensity, his thrusts even deeper and faster than before, he didn't give you a second to catch your breath from the first wave, he pushed right through your climax, his whole length crushing you as he drove into you with a blunt rhythmic force.
You crashed your mouth against his kissing him with a frantic messy hunger tasting the salt of your own tears on his lips as you were drowning in the sensation, your body a total wreck of nerves and heat.
He was relentless, his hands on your waist acting like iron clamps forcing you to take every inch of him over and over again ignoring the way you were sobbing into his mouth and the way your lungs were burning for air.
You were lost in him, a broken beautiful mess that he was rebuilding with every brutal possessive stroke.
He hauled you up and slammed you back down, his hands bruising your hips as he forced you to take every inch of him, the friction was white hot, a blurring of skin and sweat that made your vision begin to tunnel.
Every thrust was a blunt force trauma to your g spot sending shocks of pleasure so sharp they felt like electricity through your nerves.
You felt the second orgasm beginning to build, a terrifying unstoppable wave that started in your toes and gathered in your gut like a physical weight.
You tried to pull back, your body overstimulated to the point of pain but Sam's grip was absolute, he held you in place, his fingers digging into the meat of your waist forcing you to endure the pleasure he was carving into you.
"Sam!... AH!~.... No... I'm.... I'm gonna!" you wailed, your head falling back, your neck arching in a graceful desperate line.
"That’s it angel," he hissed, his voice a ragged snarl against the sensitive skin of your ear. "Give it all to me... Break for me."
The climax hit you like a physical collision, it was violent, a series of racking rhythmic spasms that seized your entire body.
Your internal walls clamped around his length with a desperate milking intensity pulsing so hard you thought you might snap, you were floating and drowning all at once, your voice lost in a high thin scream that eventually died into a choked repetitive gasp.
Sam let out a guttural animalistic roar as he felt you shatter again, the heat of your release and the way you were clenching around him like a vice finally pushed him past his own limits.
"God! You’re so fuckin tight... don't you dare stop just take all of it!" he choked out, his voice thick with a desperate heavy need.
He buried his face in your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin to muffle his own cry as he bottomed out one last time.
He stayed there buried deep, his frame vibrating as he spilled inside you, the sensation of him filling you, the thick searing heat of his release was overwhelming, it felt like he was branding you from the inside out and claiming the very core of your body as his territory.
For a long moment the only sound in the room was the harsh synchronized sound of your breathing, you were slumped against him, your forehead resting on his shoulder, your body still twitching with the aftershocks of a pleasure so intense it felt like a fever.
"You're mine doll," he rasped, his breath burning against your collarbone. "Deep inside you exactly where I belong... Don't you ever forget how this feels."
Sam's hands didn't loosen their grip on your waist, he held you there pinned to his chest, his heart hammering against your ribs like a caged beast.
He felt like a god, like he had finally stripped away every layer of your defiance and found the raw bleeding devotion underneath.
"Look at you," he whispered, his voice thick and dark with a terrifyingly lethal love, he pulled back just enough to see your glazed eyes and your bloodied trembling lip.
"Completely undone... My beautiful broken little prize. Do you still think you're winning doll? Or do you finally realize that you were always meant to end up exactly like this... ruined and screaming in my arms?"
You couldn't answer, you could only let out a soft broken whimper, your fingers curling weakly into his hair as you clung to him for stability in a world that was still spinning.
"I’m not done with you yet... not even close," he growled, his eyes dark with a lingering mean hunger. "You think because you came you get to rest? Look at you, you’re just a used up little fuck toy and I haven't even started to really break you yet."
Sam didn’t give you a moment to say a word, he grabbed your shoulders and shoved you backward you hit the mattress with a soft thud, your limbs heavy and uncoordinated, your breath still coming in shallow ragged hitches.
Before you could even blink the spots from your eyes he was hovering over you, a dark silhouette of pure unadulterated possessiveness.
"Spread those legs back out doll... I wanna see how much more of me you can handle before you completely snap."
He didn't use a second of patience, he grabbed your thighs opening your legs wide and drove himself back inside you with a blunt jarring force that knocked the remaining air from your lungs.
"Sam... ah!~... stop p-please!" you sobbed, your hands flying up to push against his chest, but he was like a mountain.
He ignored your weak resistance, his hand snapping upward to wrap around your throat, he didn't squeeze to hurt but the pressure was firm, a heavy reminder of exactly who was in charge.
He leaned down, his mouth crashing onto yours in a kiss that was more of a war than an embrace, you could taste the salt of your tears and the lingering copper of your blood, a heavy intoxicating mix that fueled his aggression.
"Stop?" he rasped against your lips, his voice a lethal low timbered growl. "You spent the last hour begging for this you little brat... you don't get to tell me when I'm done, you’re gonna lay there and take every inch of me until I’ve emptied myself into you again."
"Sammy... it... h-haah~... it hurts... please," you whimpered, your voice a wrecked thread.
He began to slam into you with a rhythmic bruising intensity, each thrust was deep... dangerously deep hitting your g spot with a blunt accuracy that made your hips buck instinctively against the mattress.
"Shhh look at you," he hissed, his eyes burning into yours as he watched your face fracture. "Eyes rolling back... mouth hanging open... you look like such a filthy little whore for me don't you? You love that I’m hurting you just as much as I’m making you cum... You love being used like this yeah?"
"I... nghh~... S-Sam... please... it’s... it’s too much!" you wailed, your voice breaking.
You were a mess of overstimulated nerves, every touch feeling like a lightning strike, your body was betraying you clenching around him in a desperate primal rhythm even as you tried to pull away. "It- it hurts... hngh~... I’m... I’m breaking... ahhh!~"
"Then break!" he commanded, his pace becoming frantic, his hand tightening slightly on your neck to keep you pinned. "I wanna see you break... I wanna hear you scream my name until you lose your voice. Tell me what you are angel."
"I’m... h-haah~... I’m yours..." you choked out, your fingers scratching at the sheets, your back arching so high your spine felt like it might snap. "I’m your... your slut... p-please Sam! ... I'm gonna... ah!~... I'm gonna cum again!"
"That's my girl," he whispered, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he delivered a series of rapid fire shallow thrusts that focused entirely on the most sensitive part of your entrance. "Cum for me again... Show me how easy it is to ruin you."
The third orgasm was even more violent, you let out a high thin scream that died into a series of jagged animalistic whimpers.
Your internal muscles seized around him milking him with a frantic rhythmic intensity that drew a strangled guttural groan from deep in his chest.
"Yeah... take it," he hissed, his own rhythm turning heavy and blunt as he felt you shatter beneath him. "Take it all... you beautiful broken thing. You’re never gonna be the same after tonight I’ve ruined you for anyone else... You're mine... You're fuckin mine."
You couldn't even form words anymore you could only lie there, your chest heaving, your vision swimming in a haze of tears and bliss as Sam continued to drive into you, his possession of you absolute and terrifying.
Sam's appetite was bottomless even as your body shuddered with the dying tremors of your release he didn't give you a moment of peace.
"Sam... p-please... it... hngh~... it hurts... it hurts so bad," you sobbed, trying to squirm away from how overstimulated you were.
Sam didn't hesitate, he snapped his hand over your mouth muffling your protests as he leaned down to your ear.
"I don't care if it hurts you pathetic little whore," he hissed, his teeth grazing your lobe. "In fact... I hope it does. I want you to feel every bit of my weight... I want you to remember that your body isn't yours to protect anymore, it’s mine to ruin."
He reached down and grabbed your right thigh hauling it upward until your knee was practically pressed against your shoulder opening you up so completely that you felt exposed to your very core.
He drove back into you with a sickeningly deep thud, the new angle allowing him to reach depths that made your breath leave you in a silent pained gasp.
"Don't you dare close those eyes," he growled, his voice a jagged edge of authority.
When your eyelids flickered, heavy with exhaustion he brought his palm down against your cheek, not enough to hurt you but a sharp stinging small slaps that made your head snap to the side and your eyes fly open in shock.
"Look at me... I want you to see exactly who is ruining you."
He leaned down, his teeth sinking into your shoulder before his mouth found your tits again, he latched onto your nipple sucking with a bruising rhythmic force that felt like it was pulling the very air from your lungs.
At the same time his thumb found your clit again rubbing it with a relentless vibrating speed that ignored the fact that you were already overstimulated to the point of agony.
"Sam... no... I can't... haah~... it hurts... it's too much!" you sobbed, your voice already beginning to crack and fray.
"It's exactly enough," he hissed, his hand moving from your neck to the roots of your hair, he wound the strands around his knuckles and pulled forcing your head back and exposing your throat.
He kissed you then, a harsh punishing collision of lips and teeth. "You wanted to be a slut? You wanted to tease me? This is the price doll... You stay awake for every second of it... You take every inch of me until I say you’re done."
He began to move with a renewed violent energy, his thrusts becoming blunt and heavy, the combination of the deep internal stretching and the sharp external friction of his thumb was creating a pressure cooker inside you.
"You're such a good little whore for me aren't you?" he whispered, his breath hot and smelling of your shared copper tasting kisses.
"Look at how your body just takes it, you were made for this... you were made to be used by me... to be filled by me until you can't even remember your own name. Say it... tell me you’re my property."
"I'm... nghh~... I'm yours... Sam... please... ah!~... I'm your property!" you wailed, your hands clawing uselessly at his forearms.
The fourth climax was building like a tidal wave more terrifying than the ones before because your body had no strength left to fight it, it was a violent primitive thing.
When it finally snapped it wasn't just a release, it felt like an explosion.
You let out a long blood curdling scream that tore through your throat, a sound of pure unadulterated overstimulation that eventually broke into a silent openmouthed cry as your vocal cords gave out.
"That's it... break for me! Show me how good you are!" he shouted over your fading voice.
Your body went completely limp, your spine arching one last time before you collapsed into the mattress like a puppet with its strings cut.
Your internal walls spasmed with such violence that they felt like they were trying to crush him, the contractions were rhythmic and punishing as your vision went dark at the edges, your head lolling to the side completely unresponsive as the world dissolved into a haze of white noise and pulsing heat.
You were a shell, broken, emptied and entirely his.
Sam didn’t let you drift away into the numbness, even as your limbs felt like lead and your breath came in shallow broken hitches he kept his pace steady and punishing.
He could feel the way you were slipping and the way your eyes were glazing over and he wasn't about to let you escape the weight of his presence just yet.
He leaned down, his chest slick with sweat as it pressed against yours and began to rain small biting kisses along your jaw, his hand that was still tangled in your hair gave a firm tug to bring your face back to his.
"Don't leave me yet angel," he whispered, his voice sounding like velvet over gravel. "We’re almost there... One more time for me come on, I wanna feel you break one last time."
He shifted his weight driving into you with a finality that felt like he was trying to leave a permanent mark on your soul.
His other hand slid down between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit once again but this time the touch changed, it wasn't just blunt force, it was a focused vibrating intensity, a rhythmic friction that was designed to drag you back from the edge of unconsciousness and back into the fire.
"That’s it... feel that?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "You're so sensitive... every touch feels like a burn doesn't it? You’re such a good girl for taking all of this... Such a perfect beautiful girl."
The degradation was gone, replaced by a dark heavy praise that felt even more overwhelming.
"Look at how you're clenching around me love," he groaned, his own rhythm becoming more frantic as he felt his own release beginning to tower over him again.
"You’re doing so well doll, you’ve taken everything I’ve thrown at you tonight and you’re still here.... You’re still mine."
He began to rub harder, his thumb moving in small agonizing circles that sent a fresh wave of electricity through your exhausted nerves.
You tried to shake your head, a soft broken whimper escaping your throat but he just kissed the corner of your mouth, his movements becoming more urgent.
"Come on baby... cum for me," he encouraged, his voice dropping to a low hypnotic hum. "Show me how much you love it... show me that you’re my good girl... give me everything you have left I wanna feel you shatter while I'm buried inside you like that."
"S-Sam... haah~... I... I can't... nghh~..." you tried to protest but your body was already responding to the praise as the coil in your gut which you thought had been wrung dry began to tighten one last time.
"Yes you can," he hissed, his thrusts becoming short and sharp focusing entirely on the most sensitive part of your cunt. "You're doing so good, just a little more baby... give it to me just let it go."
You felt it then, the final violent surge, it wasn't like the others, it was deeper and more spiritual, a total surrender of your mind and body.
You let out a long silent scream, your back arching forcing him to thrust deeper inside you.
"That's it! There she is!" Sam roared, his own control finally vanishing.
He delivered three final, brutal thrusts, his thumb working frantically against you until you exploded in a final racking climax that felt like it was tearing you apart.
"Good girl! Look at you... absolutely destroyed!" Sam praised, his voice a ragged triumphant roar.
He felt the way your internal walls were screaming and clamping around his length with a rhythmic bruising pressure that felt like they were trying to pull the very soul out of him. "You’re perfect like this... so fuckin perfect and tight for me!"
At the exact same moment Sam bottomed out, his entire body going rigid as he spilled inside you for the second time.
He delivered final brutal thrusts until he exploded inside you. "Oh... God... f-fuck!" he moaned, a long broken sound of pure unadulterated release.
He stayed there buried as deep as physically possible, his forehead pressed against yours as he let out a series of long shuddering groans.
You were completely spent, a mess of sweat, tears and Sam's marks but as he finally softened and collapsed against you his weight felt like the only thing keeping you on the earth.
Eventually he softened against you. "You did so good angel... You took every bit of it like a perfect little slut," he whispered, his voice dripping with dark satisfied praise.
The violent friction of the night finally ebbed away leaving a heavy ringing silence in the room.
When he finally pulled out, the loss of his warmth made you let out a tiny broken whimper, the only sound your ravaged throat could still produce.
"Shhh I’ve got you baby," he whispered, his voice returning to that low melodic honey that usually made you feel safe.
He stayed hovering over you, his eyes raking over your frame with a look of intense dark reverence, he traced the bite marks on your shoulder and the dark fingerprint bruises on your hips with a trembling hand.
He looked like a man who had just desecrated something holy and couldn't decide if he was proud or devastated.
"Look at you," he murmured, his thumb grazing your swollen blood crusted lip. "You’re a complete wreck angel... My beautiful exhausted angel."
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead then your closed eyelids then the tip of your nose. "I love you, you know that don't you? Even when I’m like this... especially when I'm like this I love you so much it's a sickness."
You tried to nod but your neck felt like it was made of water, you were so tired that the simple act of breathing felt like an Olympic feat.
Your limbs were heavy, twitching occasionally with the lingering aftershocks of the five climaxes he had wrung out of you.
Sam realized then that you weren't gonna make it to the shower, he climbed off the bed and returned a minute later with a soft damp towel.
"Look at those eyes," he murmured, seeing how you were staring up at him with a dazed bottomless love despite the bruises. "Still looking at me like I’m your whole world... even after I wrecked you."
He sat on the edge of the bed and began to clean you, he started with your face wiping away the salt of your tears and the smeared remains of your lipstick with a tenderness that felt almost like a plea for forgiveness.
"You were so bratty tonight," he scolded softly though he was currently drying your thigh with tenderness as if you were made of porcelain. "So stubborn. You really pushed me doll, you shouldn't have done that."
"But... I won... at last," you managed to tease, a tiny ghost of a smirk pulling at your lips.
Sam let out a short genuine laugh leaning down to kiss your lips gently. "You might have gotten me off the laptop doll but I won you and that’s the only victory that matters to me."
He moved the cloth between your legs, his touch clinical yet incredibly intimate as he wiped away the evidence of his release, every time you flinched from the sensitivity he would stop, kissing the inside of your knee until you relaxed.
"I'm sorry," he whispered against your skin, though his eyes still held that flicker of possessive triumph. "I'm so sorry I was so rough but you're so perfect when you're broken for me... I couldn't help it."
"I know," you whispered back, your heart swelling even as your body ached. "I wouldn't want it... any other way... just stay."
Once you were clean he pulled a fresh oversized shirt of his over your head and tucked you into the center of the bed and climbed in behind you pulling your back against his chest and wrapping his long arms around your waist pulling you so tight that there wasn't a whisper of air between you.
He tucked his face into the crook of your neck inhaling the scent of him on your skin.
"Sam..." you managed to croak out, your voice barely a breath as you began to drift to a heavy sleep. "Your... song..."
"Forget the damn song," he muttered, his grip tightening as he felt your body finally fully go limp against him. "The song can wait, nothing is more important than this... nothing is more important than you my angel."
He kissed the back of your head, his heart beating a steady calming rhythm against your spine. "Sleep now my angel, I've got you.... I'm not going anywhere."
In the quiet of the room wrapped in his scent and his strength, the terror of the night faded into a deep soul shaking certainty.
You were exhausted, you were bruised and you were utterly ruined but as you drifted into a heavy sleep on his chest, you knew you were exactly where you belonged.
For seven days, the silence was a weapon, you had carved a lonely space for yourself in the shadows of Pelican Town, haunted by the ghost of a library corner and the golden haired man you were sure you had already lost to someone else. You were ready to let the heart sting turn into a permanent frost but the Spa wasn't the sanctuary you thought it was. Sam didn't just come for an apology, he came with a desperate truth and a hunger that had been starving for a week. He's done with the silence and he’s going to spend the rest of the night branding his devotion into your skin, ensuring the only thing you remember is that you aren't replaceable... you’re the only music he’s ever really heard.
Can we still call it dry humping even if it was underwater?
Sam (Stardew Valley)/Female farmer | read it on AO3
Tags: Angst, fluff, sm*t, pool s*x, water s*x, public s*x, multiple orgasms, misunderstandings, jealousy, hurt/comfort, desperate s*x, aftercare
Word count: 6.9k haha 69
The steam rises in thick heavy curls, clinging to the tiled walls of the bathhouse like a physical weight, inside the Spa the silence is near total broken only by the rhythmic hollow drip of condensation hitting the surface of the pool.
The air is humid and smells faintly of minerals and cedar but even the warmth of the water can’t seem to reach the chill that has settled deep in your chest over the last seven days.
You sink deeper into the turquoise pool until the water laps at your chin watching the ripples spread out from your shoulders.
For a week you’ve carved out a quiet lonely space for yourself in Pelican Town avoiding the starlight of the saloon and the familiar path to Sam’s house, every time you close your eyes the image returns, sharp and unbidden, the quiet corner of the library and the low afternoon light catching the gold in Sam’s hair as he leaned in close to Penny.
They were laughing, that easy effortless sound that Sam makes when he’s truly happy and for a moment, they looked like a perfect closed circuit, a world you weren't part of.
Your mind is a chaotic mess of contradictions, you love him with a fierce terrifying intensity, you love the way his hair is never quite brushed right, the way he hums bass lines against your skin and the way he looks at you like you’re the only person who actually hears the music in his head.
But that love is exactly what makes the anger so jagged, it’s the kind of madness that comes from feeling replaceable, you wonder if you’re just another person in his orbit or if Penny -steady, kind, and bookish Penny- is the one who actually understands the parts of him that you can't reach.
The week of silence has been agonizing, you’ve wanted to reach for your phone a thousand times... to walk over to his window and throw a fuckin rock against the glass just to hear him say your name but the sting of that library scene holds you back, a stubborn barrier of pride and hurt.
You feel small in the vast echoing bathhouse, your thoughts spinning in circles as you try to reconcile the Sam who holds you like you’re precious with the Sam who looked so perfectly content in someone else’s company.
You close your eyes letting the heat of the water contrast with the cold realization that you don't know how to bridge this gap without breaking your own heart.
The steam obscures the doors, isolating you in a world of grey mist and blue water where the only thing you can hear is the frantic aching thrum of your own heart.
The heavy silence of the bathhouse suddenly fractures, it isn't a loud noise but it cuts through the mist like a blade, the unmistakable sound of the heavy door swinging open, followed by the wet rhythmic slap of bare feet against the heated tiles.
Your breath hitches, you don't turn around, you can’t, but your body betrays you, the frantic thrum in your chest skips a beat and then doubles its pace, even without looking your heart recognizes the cadence of that walk, it’s a purposeful stride lacking its usual bouncy energy and replaced by a heavy desperate determination.
The footsteps stop at the edge of the pool, for a long agonizing moment the only sound is the hiss of the steam, then the water beside you groans and swells.
Sam slides into the pool.
The displacement of the water sends a warm wave crashing against your chest forcing you to bob upward.
He doesn't say a word but the sudden proximity of him, the heat radiating off his skin and the familiar scent of his citrus shampoo mingling with the cedar air makes the atmosphere feel ten times heavier.
He settles into the turquoise depths just a few feet away, the water swirling between your bodies like a living thing.
You keep your gaze fixed on the far wall, your jaw set tight but you can feel his eyes on you, they are heavy, burning with a week’s worth of unspoken words and restless nights.
The tension in the water is thick enough to choke on, it’s a physical cord pulled taut between you, vibrating with everything you’ve been bottling up.
Out of the corner of your eye you see his blonde hair, darkened and dampened by the humidity mad clinging to his forehead, he sighs, a long shaky sound that ripples the surface of the pool and the sheer weight of his presence makes the perfect closed circuit of the library feel like it’s being forced open by his very existence.
He’s here, he found you... and the silence is about to break.
He cleared his throat, the sound rough and uncertain. "So," he starts, his voice cracking slightly before he tries to force that familiar playful lilt into his tone. "I guess this is where you’ve been hiding, and here I was thinking you’d moved to Zuzu City without telling me, you know the Spa is a pretty long walk just to avoid my terrible guitar practice right?"
He waits for the laugh or even a small annoyed huff... anything, but you remain like a statue, staring at the condensation dripping down the far tile, the joke hangs in the humid air, limp and pathetic before sinking into the water between you.
"Okay... bad joke, I get it," he mumbles, his voice dropping an octave, he edges closer, his shoulder almost brushing yours sending a small wake of warm water against your skin. "God... I’ve missed you, this week has been... I didn't realize how quiet the whole town could feel just because one person wasn't talking to me."
He reaches out, his hand dripping as it emerges from the pool to cup your cheek, his thumb brushes your skin with a tenderness that makes your heart ache and he leans in, his breath warm against your lips, eyes searching yours for an invitation to finally close the distance with a kiss.
You flinch away, turning your head so sharply it splashes.
His hand falls back into the water.
Your eyes sting, hot and traitorous as tears well up and threaten to spill, you wipe them away instantly with the back of a wet hand, a jagged angry movement.
"Hey," Sam says, his voice losing all its playfulness replaced by a raw genuine confusion. "Whoa! Hey! Talk to me! I thought you were just... I don't know busy? Tired? But you’re actually crying, what did I do? Just tell me what’s going on in that head of yours please, you’ve been like a ghost for a whole week and it’s killing me."
The dam finally breaks, you turn to him, your face flushed from the heat and the sheer force of the frustration boiling over.
"Oh! You're confused Sam? That’s weird," you snap, your voice trembling but sharp enough to echo off the high ceiling. "You wanna know why I’ve been a ghost? Maybe I just didn't wanna interrupt your study sessions with her, you seemed pretty occupied in the library all week, in fact you looked so happy I figured you wouldn't even notice I was gone."
Sam blinks, his brow furrowed as he stares at you completely lost. "The library? What are you... wait... Penny? You’re mad because I was at the library with Penny?"
"It wasn't just that you were 'there' Sam!" You cry out, the tears threatening to return. "It’s how you were there, I saw you! I saw the way you two were tucked away in that corner laughing and whispering over some book like the rest of the world didn't exist, you looked like a 'perfect closed circuit' Sam, like there was this whole side of your life, this easy quiet connection with her that I could never be a part of so I stayed away, I stayed away because it looked like you were doing just fine without me."
You were shaking now, your hands clenched into fists beneath the surface of the pool. "Every time I thought about calling you I just pictured you leaning in toward her and I felt... I felt replaceable, like I was just someone to hang out with until you went back to her."
Sam looks like he’s been struck, he reaches out again but this time he hesitates, his fingers hovering in the air. "Replaceable? You think I-" He breaks off, his head shaking in disbelief. "I was with Penny... yeah... but it wasn't... I mean... she’s just Penny, we were just talking, how could you think for one second that she could replace you?"
"Because you didn't tell me!" You shout, the sound echoing through the empty bathhouse. "You just disappeared into those sessions and left me to wonder why I wasn't the one making you laugh like that.”
The anger that had been keeping you upright finally collapses leaving only the raw jagged hurt underneath as a sob escapes your throat sounding small and broken against the vast echoing walls of the Spa.
You cover your face with your hands, your shoulders shaking as the tears you’ve been holding back for a week finally spill over hot and relentless mixing with the pool water on your skin.
"Oh god... no... hey! Look at me... please," Sam’s voice is frantic now, stripped of every bit of his usual cool, he didn't hesitate this time, he lunges through the water, the displacement creating a heavy swell that pushes against you as he closes the gap and wraps his arms around you, pulling your shaking body against his chest.
"It was the damn cornflowers," he blurted out, his chin resting on top of your head as he held you tight. "The cornflowers okay? That’s what we were doing."
You stiffen in his arms, your breath hitching, you pulled back just enough to look at him through blurred tear heavy lashes. "What?"
"I know how much you love them," he said, his eyes searching yours with a desperate kind of honesty. "I wanted to plant a whole patch of them near the farmhouse but I’m a disaster with anything that grows, I didn't wanna ask you and ruin the surprise so I went to Penny, she knows everything about flowers... we were looking at this old botany book because she was trying to show me how to keep them from wilting in the summer heat, that’s why we were tucked away, I was trying to be secretive so I wouldn't spoil it."
He reached up, his large calloused hands framing your face his thumbs working tirelessly to brush away the fresh tears, his touch so light and careful as if you were made of glass. "I had no idea it looked like that... I’m a fuckin idiot, I was so focused on getting this right for you that I didn't realize I was hurting you by being gone."
The silence of the Spa felt different now, less like a void and more like a sanctuary, Sam moved even closer, his legs tangling with yours beneath the surface, his body heat radiating through the water.
"This week has been hell," he whispered, his forehead dropping to rest against yours. "I’d go to the saloon and look for you and when you weren't there... the music sounded like noise, I’d walk past your place and see your light on and I’d just stand there in the dark wondering why the air felt like it was missing oxygen, I’ve missed your voice so much it actually physically hurts in my chest."
He took a shaky breath, his eyes fixed on your lips before meeting your gaze again with a fierce intensity. "Penny is an old friend, a sister, that’s it! There is no 'closed circuit' without you, you’re the one who hears the music I’m writing before I even play a note, you’re the only one I wanna make laugh, I’m not just 'doing fine' without you... I’m barely doing anything at all."
He leaned in, pressing a soft lingering kiss to your temple then another to your cheek tasting the salt of your tears, his hands drifted down to your waist pulling you flush against him in the warm pool.
The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, the way he looked at you with a mix of adoration and profound relief made the jealousy of the past week feel like a distant fading bad dream.
"Don't ever think you're replaceable," he murmured against your skin, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. "I’m so in love with you it scares me sometimes... I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life proving it if I have to just please... don't go quiet on me again.”
The weight of the misunderstanding finally lifted leaving you feeling breathless and light, you leaned your forehead against his, your hands resting on his wet shoulders.
"Sam... I’m so sorry," you whispered, your voice still thick from crying. "I should have just talked to you, I let my head go to these dark places and I... I should have communicated instead of just disappearing."
Sam shook his head immediately, his hands sliding from your face to pull you closer by your waist. "No, no, don't apologize baby, it’s okay! I should have been more careful, I never want you to feel like you’re on the outside of my life."
"But I was so stubborn," you insisted, looking up at him with regret. "I let a whole week go by while you were just trying to do something sweet for me."
Sam’s expression softened, a small lopsided smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, the one that always made your heart flip. "Hey! We’re both learning right? I'm just glad you're talking to me again, the silence was the worst part, I can handle you being mad at me but I can't handle you not being there."
As the words settled, the atmosphere in the Spa shifted, the emotional heavy lifting was done, leaving a vacuum that was quickly filled by the raw electric tension of a week’s worth of longing, the warmth of the water suddenly felt like it wasn't enough, you needed the heat of him.
Sam’s gaze dropped to your lips, his pupils blowing wide, the desperation he had been carrying all week suddenly surged to the surface, he didn't wait, he lunged forward, his mouth crashing against yours in a kiss that was hard, hungry and completely devoid of his usual gentleness.
It was a frantic collision, his hands -slick with water and heat- gripped your waist with a bruising strength pulling you flush against him until there wasn't a single inch of space left between your bodies.
You let out a soft moan into his mouth, your hands flying up to wrap firmly around his neck, fingers tangling in the damp golden hair at the nape of his neck to pull him even closer.
"God! I missed you," he groaned against your lips, the words muffled by the intensity of the kiss as he didn't break the contact, he couldn't, it was as if he was trying to breathe you in, to make up for every second of the last seven days in a single breath. "I missed you so much... it was driving me crazy."
His kisses became more demanding, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips until you parted for him, deepening the kiss into something soul searing, his touch became restless, his hands roaming upward from your waist, his palms hot against your skin as they traced the curve of your ribs.
Every touch was desperate, a silent plea for you to never leave again.
He pressed you back against the smooth edge of the pool, his body acting as a delicious weight that pinned you in place.
"I thought I was going to lose my mind," he rasped against your jaw, his voice vibrating deep in his chest. "Every time I saw something funny, I’d turn to tell you and you weren't there, I hated it, I hated every second of it."
"I'm here," you whispered, your voice breaking as you tilted your head back giving him better access to the sensitive column of your throat. "Sam I’m so sorry... I... hahh~... I'm not going anywhere."
He groaned, a low guttural sound that seemed to rumble through the water as his mouth found yours again, this kiss was even more demanding than the last, a messy desperate exchange of breath and heat.
You reached down, your fingers gliding over his damp skin until you could hook your legs firmly around his waist locking him into the cradle of your hips.
The shift in position pulled him flush against you and the sensation of his hardness pressing through his trunks against your center made your head swim.
Sam let out a choked sound of approval, his large hands sliding down to grip the undersides of your thighs holding you steady as he began to move.
He rocked his hips forward, a slow deliberate grind that forced a sharp gasp from your lungs, he was thick and heavy against you and the friction of the wet fabric between you was both a tease and a torture.
"Do you have any idea..." he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as he continued that agonizingly slow rhythm, "how many times I laid in bed this week just imagining this? Thinking about how you feel? How you taste?"
He moved again, a more forceful thrust of his hips that made you arch your back, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders.
You were so hungry for the contact, for the solid undeniable proof that he belonged to you, you tightened your legs around him pulling him even deeper into the friction, your own body seeking out the rhythm he was setting.
"More," you whimpered, the word lost in the curve of his neck. "Sam... please."
"I've got you," he breathed, his hands roaming back up to frame your face, his thumbs forcing you to look at him, his eyes were dark, clouded with a fierce possessive love. "I've got you baby, I'm never letting that silence happen again, I'm gonna spend the rest of the night making sure you know exactly who I belong to."
He crashed his lips back onto yours, his tongue sweeping inside to claim you once more as his lower body kept up that steady driving pressure.
The water around you churned, heated by the Spa and the skyrocketing temperature of your bodies as the steam swallowed the world and left only the two of you locked together in a desperate beautiful mess of forgiveness and fire.
The heat of the bathhouse was nothing compared to the fire spreading between your bodies, Sam’s movements became more rhythmic and urgent, his hips grinding against yours with a desperate pressure that had you clawing at his back.
The friction of your bodies moving together in the water created a heavy wet sound that echoed off the tiles fueling the hunger that had been building for seven long days.
"You're so beautiful," Sam groaned, breaking the kiss to bury his face in the crook of your neck, he began to trail hot wet bites along your collarbone, his stubble grazing your sensitive skin. "I missed this, I missed the way you smell, the way you feel... I was going crazy for you."
You threw your head back, your fingers tangling in his damp hair as you arched your chest toward him. "Sam please... don't stop… I… ahh!~... I missed you so much."
His hands -slick and steady- reached for the ties of your bikini top, with a quick practiced tug the fabric loosened and fell away, floating on the surface of the turquoise water.
Sam pulled back for a second, his breath hitching as he looked at you in the dim steamy light, the adoration in his eyes was thick enough to touch.
"God… you're perfect," he whispered before leaning down. " I'd rather die than to stay away for even one more second."
His mouth found your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple before he took the aching peak into his mouth, he sucked deeply, his tongue flickering against you as a loud shattered moan escaped your lips, echoing through the empty Spa.
You tightened your legs around his waist pulling him so close that there wasn't a breath of space left, your own hips beginning to grind back against him in an instinctive hungry search for more.
"I love the way you sound," Sam murmured against your skin, his voice vibrating through your chest, he moved to the other side, his hands sliding down to your ass to lift you higher ensuring every thrust of his hips met yours with perfect punishing friction.
The sensation was overwhelming, the contrast of the hot water against your backs and the searing heat of your skin meeting.
You felt every muscle in his thighs and back tensing as he worked to make up for lost time, your mind was a blur of sensation, the jealousy and the hurt had been completely replaced by an electric driving need to be one with him.
"Sam… nghh~… I'm... I'm so close," you gasped, your breath coming in short ragged bursts, you felt the tension building at the base of your spine, a coil that was ready to snap.
"Me too baby…haha… me too," he rasped, his voice sounding completely wrecked, he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more powerful, his hands gripping you with a possessive strength. "Look at me… open your eyes and look at me."
You opened your eyes to find him staring at you with a fierce raw intensity, he looked like a man who had finally found his way home.
"I love you," he choked out, his movements becoming frantic. "Only you… always you baby."
As he said the words he gave one final deep grind of his hips, his body shuddering violently, the physical sensation sent you over the edge.
You cried out his name, your head falling onto his shoulder as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your internal muscles clenching tightly.
Sam groaned your name into your ear, his own release hitting him so hard he had to bury his face in your neck to stifle a shout.
For several long minutes Sam didn't let go, he kept you locked in his arms, his chest heaving against yours as the steam continued to rise around you.
"I've got you," he whispered, his voice returning to its soft gentle lilt as he kissed your forehead. "I've got you… we're okay."
He pulled back just an inch, his blue eyes searching yours, softened by a vulnerability you rarely saw. "Are you still mad at me?" He whispered, his voice cracking. "Please tell me you’re not mad anymore, I can’t go back to how it was this morning."
You looked at him, seeing the genuine worry etched into his features and your heart finally fully thawed. "I'm not mad Sam," you breathed, reaching up to brush a damp strand of hair from his eyes. "I’m really not, I'm just sorry it took us this long to get here."
To prove it you leaned in and captured his lips again, this wasn't the frantic desperate collision from before, it was slow, deep and heavy with emotion.
Your tongues met with a rhythmic grace, tasting like the minerals of the water and the heat of the room, it was a kiss of total reconciliation, a promise that the gap had been closed.
After a long moment Sam broke the kiss just enough to murmur against your mouth. "God… I love you, do you wanna get out? We could head back to my place... or yours, just get home and spend the rest of the night in a real bed."
A mischievous spark flickered in your chest, you didn't move your legs from around his waist, instead you let your hand slip beneath the surface of the water, your palm gliding down the firm muscles of his stomach until your fingers wrapped around the heavy pulsing length of his cock.
He was still rock hard, his body refusing to settle even after the first climax.
Sam’s eyes blew wide, letting out a sharp ragged hitch of breath. "You think we can even make it to the door like this?" You teased, your thumb grazing the tip.
He groaned, his head falling back as his grip on your waist tightened until it was almost bruising. "I... I don't think I can walk… let alone get home," he rasped, his voice dropping into a low gravelly register. “This week was really the worst."
"I can help with that," you whispered, leaning in to kiss gently on his neck. " You can use me however you want baby.”
Sam let out a low growl, his hands moving with sudden focused intent as he reached down, in the privacy of the swirling steam he worked the rest of your swim clothes away letting them drift off into the shadows of the pool, he did the same for himself until there was nothing left between you but the warm mineral rich water.
He pulled you flush against him, the sensation of skin on skin sending a fresh jolt of electricity through you. "I love you so much," he muttered, his lips catching yours in a series of short bruising kisses. "I’m gonna make up for every single second of that last week, I’m gonna make sure you’re so exhausted you can’t even remember her name."
You arched your back, your chest pressing against his as you looked him dead in the eye, your voice a challenge and a plea all at once. "Then prove it Sam, prove to me that you're mine… All of you."
A dark possessive look took over his face, the look of a man who finally had exactly what he had been starving for. "I’m gonna do more than prove it," he whispered, his voice vibrating against your lips. "You’re the only one who has ever made me feel like this and I’m gonna spend the rest of this night reminding you that I don't breathe right unless you're right here."
You leaned forward, your lips catching his in a deep desperate seal while your hand moved beneath the water guiding him toward you.
The moment his tip brushed against your entrance, a synchronized moan broke from both your throats muffled by the pressure of the kiss but vibrating through your entire bodies.
Sam’s breath hitched as he took over with a sudden possessive surge of energy, he gently took your hand moving it from his member up to his neck, his fingers lacing through yours for a fleeting second before he gripped the edge of the pool to steady himself.
He guided himself inside you with agonizing slowness, inch by inch, stretching you open until you were completely filled.
Both of you gasped into the kiss, your tongues tangling as you sought more of each other, the sensation was overwhelming, after seven days of cold distance, the heat of your inner walls was almost too much to bear.
"I missed this so much," Sam rasped against your lips, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and raw need. "I missed how you feel... how perfectly you fit around my dick."
You pulled his head closer, your fingers digging into his damp hair as you buried your face in his neck. "Me too," you whimpered, your voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry Sam... I'm so, so sorry."
"Shhhh! I've got you baby," he whispered, his voice a low vibration against your skin. "I've got you."
He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, letting the friction build as the water swirled around your joined bodies.
You tightened your legs around his waist locking your ankles behind his back, urging him to go deeper, the week of silence had created a hollow ache in your chest and every time he pushed into you, that hole felt like it was finally being mended.
"More Sam… ah-huhh!~... Please… more!" You begged, your voice echoing off the tiled walls.
"Whatever you want baby," he groaned, his pace quickening as he abandoned all pretense of gentleness, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his mouth finding the sensitive skin there as he began to leave a trail of marks, dark possessive bruises on your neck and chest claiming you in the most primal way he knew how.
He shifted his angle slightly, lifting your hips higher in the water to target your g spot with a sharp upward tilt.
When he hit the mark, a loud shattered scream escaped your lips, your head tossing back as pleasure spiked through your entire nervous system.
"Sam! Oh god!... Sam… don't stop… you’re… ahhh!~... you're everything… you’re the only thing I want!" You cried out, your voice raw with honesty.
Sam’s eyes flared with a dark triumphant fire. "That's it," he growled, his voice thick with his own approaching peak. "Say it again… remind me you're mine."
He didn't wait for an answer, he reached up and pulled your face back to his for a hard bruising kiss that tasted of salt and desperation, his movements became frantic, a blurring rhythm of skin and water as he drove into you with a power that left you breathless making sure that every inch of you knew exactly where he belonged.
The isolation of the last week was gone, replaced by a connection so intense it felt like you were breathing the same air, your hearts beating in a frantic unified rhythm against the heat of the Spa.
The slow deep thrusts had vanished, replaced by a desperate driving pace that made the water splash violently against the pool's edge, Sam’s hands were no longer gentle, they gripped your hips with a possessive strength, his knuckles white as he anchored you to him.
"Sam… please," you gasped, your voice breaking as the tension inside you coiled tighter and tighter reaching a point of no return. "I’m so close... I can’t… I need you to…"
"I’ve got you baby," he rasped, his voice sounding completely wrecked. “I'm right here… give it all to me baby.”
He doubled his efforts, his hips snapping forward with a powerful relentless rhythm that hit that perfect spot every single time, he buried his face in your hair, his breath hot against your ear as he groaned your name like a mantra.
The friction, the heat of the water and the sheer emotional weight of the past week collided into a single sharp point of focus.
You let out a long shattered scream that echoed off the high ceiling of the bathhouse as your orgasm tore through you, it was violent and beautiful, waves of white hot pleasure radiating from where you were joined and pulsing through your entire body.
Your internal muscles clamped down on him in tight rhythmic pulses as you clung to his neck so hard your nails left crescents in his skin.
Sam didn't stop immediately, he slowed his movements gently rocking into you to prolong the sensations keeping you balanced on the edge of that peak for as long as possible, he was careful, eventually coming to a complete standstill so the sensitivity wouldn't turn into pain, his body still trembling with the effort of holding back his own release.
"That’s it… look at you," he whispered, his voice thick with adoration as he kissed your sweat dampened temple. "You’re so beautiful, you're so perfect for me."
But as the physical high began to settle, the emotional dam broke once again, sobbing breaths replaced your moans as you buried your face in his chest, hot tears mingling with the pool water on your cheeks.
Sam’s heart hammered against your ribs, he immediately pulled back, his eyes wide with sudden fear. "Baby? Hey what’s wrong?" He pulled you into a crushing hug, his arms wrapping around you like a shield. "Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry I didn't mean to…"
"No, no," you choked out, shaking your head against his shoulder as you held him tighter. "You didn't hurt me… I just... I love you so much… I'm so sorry I wasted… a whole week being mad... I missed you so much."
Sam let out a long shaky breath of relief, kissing the top of your head and rocking you gently in the water. "Come on, it's okay baby, we’re together now that’s all that matters, no more silence okay? I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere."
He tilted your chin up, his gaze soft and lingering before he leaned down for a slow sweet kiss, it started as a comfort, a way to anchor you but as your lips moved together the sweetness began to melt back into heat.
The taste of him, the feel of his skin and the realization that he was still incredibly hard inside you sent a fresh wave of desire through your nerves.
You pulled back just an inch, your breath hitching. "Sam... can you move again? Please?"
He blinked, his hands sliding down to your waist. "Are you sure? I don't wanna overdo it, I want you to be okay."
"I’m sure," you whispered, your voice growing steady and desperate as you tightened your legs around his waist making him feel how incredibly tight you are around him. "Please Sam... I wanna feel you again… I want you to cum inside me please."
Sam let out a low guttural groan, his eyes darkening as he felt the way you were squeezing him, he was aching, his body tight and strained from holding back for so long. "God… you’re so tight," he rasped, his voice dropping into that deep hungry register. "I don't think I could stop even if I wanted to."
He began to move again, his thrusts deep and heavy, the friction of your bodies in the water feeling even more intense than before, he felt every inch of you, the closeness making his head spin as he realized he finally had you back, not just in his arms but completely and utterly his.
Sam’s hands were slick and restless roaming over your back and waist as he pulled you closer, his mouth devouring yours in a kiss that tasted of salt, minerals and a week’s worth of starved affection.
"I want you to cum again baby," Sam rasped against your lips, his voice trembling with a raw masculine hunger. "I wanna feel you come apart for me again… Please."
"Yeah... yeah please Sam," you whimpered, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you sought the friction he was offering. “I'll do baby… Ahh!~ I will!”
He didn't wait, while his lower body maintained a punishing driving rhythm he reached down between you, his hand finding you through the warm water, he began to rub your clit with a firm relentless pressure that sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core.
You let out a muffled scream into the kiss, your body bucking against him, when you tried to pull back, your head tossing from the sheer intensity of the sensation, Sam wouldn't let you.
He wrapped a hand around the back of your head, lacing his fingers through your damp hair to hold you steady deepening the kiss until you were breathless.
"I've got you," he growled into your mouth, his own control fraying at the edges. "I'm so close... god… I'm sorry… I'm losing it… I can't hold back…"
"S’okay," you gasped, your voice shattered and desperate. "Don't hold back… hahh!~... Please Sam… more… give me more."
That was the breaking point, Sam let out a guttural sound abandoning your clit to focus entirely on the raw driving power of his thrusts, he gripped your thighs lifting you slightly higher to change the angle and began to move with a speed and force that made the water splash over the edges of the pool.
The wet rhythmic slap of your bodies meeting echoed through the bathhouse punctuated by your loud uninhibited moans.
"I'm… I'm right there," Sam choked out, his eyes blown wide and dark with sweat dripping from his brow. "I'm so close baby… I'm gonna-... ah fuck~...”
"I wanna feel you," you cried out, your legs locking even tighter around his waist, your heart hammering against his. "I wanna feel you… cumming inside me Sam!... Please!"
The command broke whatever was left of his restraint, he moved even faster, a blurring rhythm of skin and heat.
You were both moaning loudly onto each other's lips, your mouths meeting in short bruising kisses whenever you could catch a breath.
With one final deep agonizingly powerful thrust Sam lost himself, he let out a loud wrecked groan that echoed off the tiles as he came inside you, the force of his release so intense it felt like he was pouring his very soul into you, it was a hard pulsing orgasm that racked his entire frame, his muscles locking tight as he held himself deep within you.
The sheer intensity of his climax, the heat, the pressure and the raw emotion of it sent you over the edge for a third time, you let out a long high pitched cry, your body shuddering in a violent beautiful sequence of contractions that seemed to go on forever.
Sam didn't stop kissing you though his movements had finally stilled, he peppered your face, your neck and your shoulders with frantic messy kisses, he tried to tell you he loved you but the words were lost to his ragged gasping breath.
“I... love... god..." He managed, his voice trailing off into a series of spent shaky moans.
You stayed like that for a long time, held together by the lightness of the water and the strength of Sam’s arms, you were completely spent, your bodies heavy and glowing with a deep warm satisfaction.
The silence of the Spa was no longer cold or distant, it was warm, intimate and filled with the sound of two hearts finally beating in time again.
The week of hurt had been burned away, leaving only the quiet beautiful reality of being back where you belonged.
You rested your head on Sam’s shoulder, your breath finally evening out as the water lapped gently against your skin.
Sam’s arms were still anchored firmly around you, his hands tracing slow mindless patterns across your back as if he was rememorizing the feel of you.
"You okay?" He whispered, his voice low and gravelly vibrating against your ear, he pulled back just enough to look at you, his thumb gently catching a stray drop of water on your cheek.
"Better than okay," you murmured, offering him a small tired smile, the week of heartache felt like it happened in a different lifetime. “I'll always be okay as long as I'm yours."
Sam sighed, resting his forehead against yours. "I mean it baby, I'm gonna be more mindful, I never want you to feel like you have to hide away or that there’s any part of my life you aren't welcome in, if I’m doing something stupid, which let's face it happens a lot just tell me, I'd rather have you yell at me than have this silence again."
"I will," you promised, reaching up to tangle your fingers in the damp golden hair at the nape of his neck. "No more disappearing."
Eventually the cooling water signaled it was time to move, Sam helped you toward the steps of the pool, his hand never leaving yours.
In the dressing room the transition back to the real world felt soft and hazy, you were still a bit shaky but Sam took over with a quiet focused tenderness.
He grabbed a heavy towel wrapping it around your shoulders and pulling you into him to rub the dampness from your skin.
He moved with a slow domestic care drying your back and helping you pull your clothes on over your skin and even kneeling to help you with your shoes, he treated you like something precious, like something he had almost lost and was now determined to protect.
"Wanna take a shower?" He asked, his hands lingering on your waist as he looked up at you. "Wash this sex filled water off?"
You leaned down pressing a soft kiss to his nose. "Yeah... but can we go to my place please? I just wanna be home with you."
Sam’s expression softened into that lopsided grin you loved so much. "Sure thing baby, anywhere you want." He stood up, pulling his own hoodie over his head and grabbing your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours.
As you stepped out of the Spa and into the crisp night air of Pelican Town the stars seemed to shine a little brighter over the mountain.
The walk home was quiet but it was a full comfortable silence, the kind that didn't need words to bridge the gap.
Sam kept you tucked close to his side, his thumb stroking the back of your hand the entire way.
The "perfect closed circuit" hadn't been him and Penny after all, it was right here, in the rhythmic sound of your footsteps hitting the dirt path together heading toward a warm house and a long peaceful night where the only thing that mattered was that he was yours… and you were home.
My mental health is literally so bad these days and I found this fic that I finished like 4 months ago but I didn't post it because idk I didn't feel it but I didn't wanna leave it there you know, I tried to edit it and fix some stuff but I still hate it I don't know why but I hope you liked it
The woods were supposed to be a memory but in the dark, they still have eyes. When a recurring nightmare of charcoal trees and hollow voices threatens to pull you back into the ash of the past, Wilbur is there to anchor you. He's not just the man with blood on his hands, he is the only sanctuary you have left. He’s determined to replace the taste of blood in your mouth with the taste of him, a slow agonizingly thorough reclamation and hours of desperate friction where the only way to forget the past is to lose yourself completely in the man who killed to keep you.
Read it on AO3 | Yandere simpbur/Female reader
Part two of "Lethal Devotion" | Based on "The Halo's Shadow"
Tags: Sm*t, Nightmares, Oral S*x, Crying, Yandere Sam, Top Sam, Dom Sam, Multiple Orgasms, Comfort S*x, Kissing, Aftercare, Gentle S*x, Referenced Character De/ath
Word count: 9.9k
Requests by @x5xcattonx5x
I was gonna quit writing for Wilbur but here I am so you should thank @lillyspeakz and @x5xcattonx5x for making me feel so loved, I love you guys so much and thanks to everyone who supported me and made me feel I'm not alone💓
You don't have to read anything before this btw!!
The forest in your mind was painted in shades of charcoal and ash, it was the same woods where George’s car had been found, only in the dream the trees had eyes and the wind carried the sound of a shovel hitting wet earth.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
You were running, your feet bare and bleeding against the jagged rocks, the cold air burning your lungs, you weren't running from the police you were running toward the spot where you knew Wilbur was.
You had to warn him.
You could see the flickering blue and red lights through the thicket of trees, a silent rhythmic pulse of authority closing in.
"Wilbur!" You tried to scream but the sound died in your throat replaced by the metallic taste of blood.
Suddenly you weren't in the woods anymore, you were back on the velvet couch and George was sitting across from you, he looked exactly the same as the last day you saw him at college, arrogant and smug except for the dark wet ring around his neck and the way his eyes were missing replaced by hollow black voids.
"He didn’t do a good enough job," George’s voice whispered, not from his mouth but from the air around you. "They found the dirt under his fingernails, rhey’re coming to take him angel, and when they do who’s going to keep you safe?"
The front door kicked open with a violent crash, you saw the silhouettes of men in heavy gear, their flashlights blinding you, you turned to find Wilbur but the space beside you was empty.
There was only a pool of dark thick blood where he should have been.
"No!" You wailed, the sound finally breaking through the paralysis of the dream. "Wilbur! No! Don't take him! Please!"
Your eyes snapped open to total darkness, your body jerking so violently you nearly fell off the mattress, you were tangling in the duvet, your skin slick with a cold sickly sweat.
The room was spinning, the shadows in the corner of the bedroom morphing into the shapes of the men from your dream, your heart was slamming against your ribs like a trapped bird and every breath you took felt like it was being filtered through a thick layer of soot.
"Shhhh! Shhh! Angel! I’m here! I’ve got you baby!"
The bed groaned as a heavy weight shifted toward you, before you could even register the movement two large warm hands were anchoring your shoulders.
Wilbur pulled you toward him, his strength undeniable even in his half asleep state.
You let out a jagged broken sob, your fingers clawing at the skin of his bare arms as if you were trying to verify he wasn't made of smoke, you were shaking so hard your teeth were literally chattering, the terror of the dream still screaming in your ears.
"Will," you choked out, your voice a ruined airy whisper. "They... they were there... the woods... George!... He told me they knew... he told me they were taking you away."
Wilbur didn't say anything at first, he simply hauled you onto his lap, his long legs tangling with yours as he sat back against the headboard, he pulled your head into the crook of his neck, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your skull forcing your face into the warmth of his skin.
He smelled like his cedar soap and the lingering muskier scent of sleep, a grounded solid reality that started to fight back the ghosts of the nightmare.
"It was just a dream baby," he murmured, his voice a low gravelly vibration that you could feel deep in your own chest. "Look at me, look at where we are, we're home baby don't you worry."
He pulled back just enough to make you look at him, the moonlight was filtering through the curtains casting sharp cinematic shadows across his face, he looked like a man made of stone, steady, unyielding and completely unafraid.
He took your trembling hands and pressed them flat against his bare chest right over his heart. "Feel that?" He rasped, his eyes Dilated and dark searching yours with a terrifyingly focused devotion. "I'm real baby, I'm alive and I’m right here in this bed with you, exactly where I belong, I'm not in a cell or in the ground I'm right here."
"But the car... and the note..." You sobbed, fresh tears spilling over and hitting his thumbs as he brushed them away. "What if you missed something Will? What if they find a hair or a fingerprint? I can’t lose you... I can’t go back to the world without you in it... I'd rather be dead with you than alive without you."
A dark slow smirk pulled at the corners of Wilbur’s mouth, the look of a predator who had just been told he was loved by his prey, he leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, his breath hot and steady, he began to rub soothing heavy circles into your lower back, his touch lingering on the base of your spine.
"You really are my little accomplice aren't you?" He whispered, his voice thick with a mix of pride and possessive hunger. "Listen to me angel, I spent years planning how to keep you mine, you think I’d be careless enough to let some small town cops take me away from you? I scrubbed every inch of that car, I wrote that note in his own handwriting style, the world thinks George couldn't handle his own failures, they aren't looking for a killer because there is no crime in their eyes, only a tragedy."
He trailed his lips down your jaw, his stubble grazing your sensitized skin. "I’m not a ghost and I’m not a memory... I am the man who would burn the entire state to the ground before I let a single hand touch you, you’re safe, I’m safe, we're are the only two people in the world who know the truth and that makes us untouchable."
The frantic rhythm of your heart was finally starting to slow following the lead of his, the safety he provided was a dark heavy thing, a shelter built out of violence but it was the only shelter you wanted.
"You're shaking less," he noted, his voice dropping into that low melodic register he used when he was worshipping you. "Do you believe me now? Do you feel how real I am?"
"I'm sorry," you whispered, leaning your forehead back against his shoulder finally letting the last of the adrenaline drain out of you. "I just... the thought of the door opening and you not being there... it’s the only thing that scares me."
Wilbur gripped your chin tilting your face up so you had to meet his gaze, his eyes were burning with a lethal sort of love. "The door only opens when I want it to baby and I’m never leaving, I’ve spilled blood to make sure this bed stays exactly like this, we're alive and we're together that is the only reality that matters."
He leaned down pressing a long lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and firm. "I'll always keep you safe baby, I'm gonna make sure that when you close your eyes again, the only thing you can see, hear or feel is me, no George, no police... just Wilbur."
You looked up at him, your vision still a little blurry from the tears but the terror was gone replaced by a heavy pulsing need to be consumed by his presence, you reached out, your fingers tracing the line of his throat feeling the strong steady pulse there.
"Prove it then," you breathed, a tiny, daring spark returning to your eyes. "Don't let me think about anything else... just you."
Wilbur let out a low guttural growl of approval, his hands tightening on your waist. "That's my good girl... that's my perfect little angel, I'm going to take such good care of you baby.”
He reached out, his thumb dragging slowly across your bottom lip pulling it down just enough to see the pink of your inner lip. "You’re still so pale," he murmured, his voice a low melodic vibration that seemed to settle in the marrow of your bones. "I think I have to do something to bring the color back to your skin."
He leaned in but he didn't go for your mouth immediately, instead he pressed a slow lingering kiss to the corner of your jaw then another to the sensitive dip beneath your ear, his breath was hot, a stark contrast to the ghost chill that had lingered from your nightmare.
You let out a shaky broken sigh, your head falling back against his shoulder as your fingers tangled into the soft curls at the nape of his neck.
"Will... please." You whispered the word like a desperate prayer.
"I’ve got you angel… I’m right here," he promised against your skin.
He finally moved his mouth to yours but it wasn't the violent collision of the previous night, this was a slow, deep and agonizingly thorough reclamation, his lips were soft yet firm pressing into yours with a steady pressure that demanded you open for him.
When you did, his tongue swept inside with a rhythmic possessive ease tasting of your tears and the heat of his own devotion, it was a long wet glide that felt like it was rewriting your nervous system erasing the images of the woods and replacing them with the taste of him.
You couldn't stop kissing him, every time he pulled back even a fraction of an inch to catch a breath you followed him, your mouth searching for his with a greedy frantic need.
You needed to feel the slick hot friction of his tongue against yours to know he was alive, to know he was solid.
"Stay with me," he murmured into the kiss, his hands sliding down from your face to the hem of the black shirt you were wearing. "Keep your eyes on me baby, don't look at the shadows… just look at me."
His hands were large and warm as they slid under the fabric, his palms grazing the skin of your ribs.
You shivered, a high thin sound escaping your throat as his thumbs traced the curve of your breasts, the contact was electric, a grounding wire that pulled you out of your head and entirely into your body.
"You're so soft," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. "I spent so many nights wondering if I would ever get to touch you like this without a secret standing between us and now… there is no secrets, it’s just us.”
He began to lift the shirt, his movements slow and deliberate, he stopped when the fabric was gathered at your armpits, his eyes raking over your chest with a dark shimmering intensity.
"You look so beautiful in my clothes," he rasped, his hand coming up to cup your breast, his thumb circling the nipple until it peaked into a hard sensitive bud. "Knowing you’re wearing my scent while I’m touching you... it makes me feel like I’ve finally won… like the world can scream all it wants but you’re tucked away where no one can ever find you."
He leaned down peppering your collarbones with kisses, his lips moving in a frantic worshipping path back to your mouth, the kisses turned deeper and more desperate, your tongues tangling in a slick rhythmic dance.
You clutched at his biceps feeling the hard muscle beneath his skin, the strength that had done what was necessary to keep you safe.
"Do you like how I touch you angel?" He asked, his voice a filthy low hum against your lips. "Tell me... I need to hear your voice."
"I love it," you sobbed into the kiss, your hips giving a small involuntary twitch against his lap. "I love your hands on me, I love knowing they’re mine… only mine."
"They are," he vowed, finally pulling the shirt over your head and tossing it into the shadows. "Everything I am belongs to you, every drop of blood in my veins, every thought in my head... it’s all yours."
He lowered you back onto the pillows but he didn't follow you down immediately, he stayed braced over you, his hair falling over his forehead in dark messy loops, he looked down at you with a gaze that was so heavy with love it felt like a physical weight.
"I'm gonna take this so slow," he whispered, his hand sliding down your stomach, his fingers splaying over your hip bones. "I wanna feel every tremor, I wanna hear every hitch in your breath… I want to be the only thing you remember when you wake up in the morning."
He reached for the hem of your underwear, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
You let out a sharp jagged moan, your legs falling open in a silent invitation, your fear was replaced by a desperate need to feel his hands on you.
Wilbur let out a low guttural growl of approval, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly and gently stripped the last barrier away.
When you were completely exposed to him in the moonlight he didn't move, he just looked, he looked at the marks he had left on your neck, the way your chest heaved with every panicked needy breath and the way your thighs were trembling.
"My perfect loyal angel," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he leaned down, his mouth catching yours again in a long soul searing kiss that felt like a promise, he began to stroke your hair away from your face, his touch so light it was almost a ghost of a sensation.
"You're not scared anymore yeah?" He asked, pulling back just enough to see into your eyes.
"No," you breathed, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "I'm not scared when you're touching me, I'm only scared when you're not."
Wilbur’s expression fractured, a look of pure unadulterated devotion breaking through his predatory calm, be leaned down and kissed your eyelids then the tip of your nose before settling back onto your lips with a renewed heavy hunger.
"Then I'll never stop," he promised, his hand sliding between your thighs, his fingers ghosting where you desperately needed him to touch. "I'll keep my hand on you until your mind is so full of me that there's no room for fear, I'll make you so wet and so ruined for anyone else that you'll forget there was ever a world outside this room."
Wilbur’s mouth didn't just meet yours it devoured you, his tongue sweeping against your own in a slick heavy rhythm that left you both gasping, he was gentle with his strength but his intent was filthy, his hands roaming over your bare skin as if he was trying to memorize every curve with his palms.
"You’re so responsive for me," he groaned into your lips, his voice vibrating through your whole body. "Every time I touch you I feel like you're melting, I love how much you want me."
He broke the kiss to drag his mouth down your throat again, his stubble a sharp electric contrast to the softness of your skin, he began to trail wet open mouthed kisses along the slope of your shoulder.
"I'm gonna get you so messy," he whispered, pulling back to look at you with pupils so blown out they were just voids of obsidian. "I wanna see you dripping, I wanna feel how much you've been thinking about me while you were sleeping."
"Please Will... don't be mean,”you panted against his neck, your teeth grazing his skin needing to leave your own mark on him. "I love you… I need you to touch me.”
"I love you more baby," he rasped, his voice a ruined thread of sound. "I love you enough to kill... I love you enough to stay... and I'm gonna show you exactly what that means."
Wilbur didn't allow the silence back into the room, every time your lips parted he was there to catch your breath, his mouth hot and demanding.
You were kissing him back just as hard, your fingers digging into his neck needing to feel the solid heavy reality of him.
"I'm gonna taste every single inch of you," he rasped, his voice rough as he pulled back just an inch, his eyes dark and blown out. "I wanna make sure I haven't missed a spot… I want my mark on everything."
He started with your neck, his tongue dragging slowly over the pulse point he had been squeezing the night before, he moved to your shoulder nipping at the skin just hard enough to make you gasp then trailed a path of wet heavy kisses down the center of your chest.
You were squirming under him, your hips already lifting off the mattress but Wilbur noticed, he shifted his weight sliding one of his thick heavy legs between yours.
The moment your heat met the rough fabric of his sweatpants you let out a broken moan, your legs locking around his thigh as you began to grind against him, a desperate rhythmic friction that made Wilbur let out a low guttural growl.
"That’s it angel," he muttered against your skin. “Use me as you want baby… I'm all yours.”
He moved lower, his mouth finally finding your breast but he didn't just kiss it, he swirled his tongue around the nipple lashing the sensitive peak until it was a hard aching point.
"Do you like it when I do this baby? Do you like how I’m taking care of you and touching you like that?"
"Yes... god!… Yes Wilbur," you sobbed, your hands tangling in his hair pulling him closer. "Please… ahh!~... don't stop… it feels so good."
He took the entire length of your nipple into his mouth sucking hard, his tongue flicking rapidly against the tip while his hand reached up to knead the other breast.
The dual sensation was almost too much, you were arching your back, your breath coming in short panicked gasps as you kept rubbing your cunt against his leg.
"You’re so sensitive tonight," he whispered, looking up at you with a wicked possessive smirk. "Is it because you’re happy I'm still here? Because you know I’m the only one who gets to do this to you?"
"Yes… it’s because it’s you," you panted, your vision blurring. "I only want you… hahh~... I love how you taste… I love… how you look at me."
Wilbur let out a satisfied sound and pulled back to capture your lips in another deep messy kiss, he tasted like you, his tongue searching yours with a hungry wet movement.
"You’re my perfect little girl," he praised against your mouth. "So loyal… so brave for me."
He broke the kiss and started to move down again, his lips grazing your stomach, his breath hot against your navel but he didn't stop at your hips, he slid off the bed entirely kneeling on the floor between your spread legs.
He grabbed your waist, his large hands sinking into your skin as he pulled you right to the edge of the mattress exposing you completely to the moonlight and his hungry gaze.
He started with your thighs, his mouth pressing firm lingering kisses to the soft skin of your inner legs. "Look at this body," he muttered, his voice dropping to a low gravelly vibration. "All marked up from me… do you like seeing my fingerprints on you angel? Do you like knowing I was the last thing you felt?"
"I love it Will," you whispered, your head falling back against the pillow as you watched him from between your lashes. "I want everyone to know I belong to you... I wanna feel you everywhere."
"They know," he corrected, his eyes flashing with a dark, secret intensity. "But no one knows anything about our little crime but us and that’s the best part, it’s our little secret isn't it? How much you love a killer."
He moved closer, his face now inches from your heat but didn't go straight for it, instead he used his fingers, his long slender digits reaching out to gently spread your folds.
He watched you intently, his eyes tracking every flinch and every twitch of your muscles, he began to stroke you with his index finger, a slow light friction that made your breath hitch.
"You're so wet baby," he noted, a smudge of pride in his voice. "Look at how you're dripping for me just because I’m looking at you."
"Wilbur... please," you begged, your fingers clutching the bedsheets. "I need... I need your tongue… please honey."
"Ask me properly," he teased, his finger circling your clit but never quite putting enough pressure on it. “Tell me exactly what do you want me to do."
"Please Wilbur... please do it… I wanna feel you inside me… I want you to make me cum."
He didn't need to be told twice, he leaned in, his tongue making a long slow swipe from the bottom of your opening all the way up to your clit.
You let out a high pitched scream, your hips bucking as you tried to force the connection.
He was hungry, his mouth moving with a frantic energy but there was a deep underlying gentleness to it that made you want to cry.
He slipped his tongue inside you, a deep thick intrusion that made your internal muscles clamp down in a frantic welcome, he was mimicking the rhythm of his cock pushing in and pulling out while his thumbs held you open wide.
"You taste so sweet angel," he mumbled against your skin, his voice muffled. "I could stay down here all night… I could live off the taste of you."
He moved his focus to your clit, his tongue flattening out and rubbing hard against the sensitive bud, he wasn't just licking, he was sucking and pulling the nub into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it with a relentless vibrating pressure.
The feeling was devastating, you were holding onto his hair, your knuckles white and your body racking with the first tremors of an approaching peak.
"Wilbur! Oh god… Will! Right there... ah-ha!~... don't stop!"
"I've got you baby… just let it happen," he whispered, his tongue never slowing down as he increased the pressure, his fingers sliding into you at the same time, two of them curling inside to find your sweet spot while his mouth continued its assault on your clit.
The dual friction was the breaking point, your vision fractured into white light, your breath leaving you in a long broken wail as your first climax hit, you were pulsing around his fingers, your body shaking so hard the bed creaked.
Wilbur didn't pull away, he stayed right there, his tongue continuing to lap at you and swallowing every drop of your release, his eyes looking up to watch the way your face shattered.
"That's it, my perfect girl," he rasped, his voice full of a dark, worshipping pride. "Cum for me… give it all to your man... I’ve got you… I’m never letting go."
Wilbur didn't pull back even as your body continued to shudder with the aftershocks, he stayed buried between your thighs, his tongue moving in broad hungry laps that caught every bit of the slickness coating your skin.
"Look at you," he mumbled against your wet skin, his voice muffled and thick. "Look at how much you gave me… you're soaking wet for me angel… you're so good for me."
He licked a slow teasing path from your opening all the way back up to your clit swirling his tongue around the swollen nub with a pressure that made your toes curl.
You were so sensitive that the touch almost hurt but it was a delicious heavy kind of ache, your fingers were still buried in his hair tugging weakly as you tried to find your breath.
"Will... h-hah~... stop… I'm… I'm too sensitive," you gasped, a tired airy laugh bubbling up from your chest, it was a sound of pure relief, the weight of the nightmare finally fully replaced by the weight of him. "Come here please… come back up here."
Wilbur let out a low satisfied hum against your inner thigh before he finally started to move, he worshiped his way up to your lips, his face pressing into the soft skin of your belly kissing the center of your stomach before moving up to the dip between your ribs, he peppered your chest with frantic small kisses, his stubble grazing your skin until he reached your neck.
By the time he reached your lips you were reaching for him pulling his head down to meet yours, the kiss was messy and deep tasting of salt and the metallic tang of his earlier hunger, it was a long connection that felt like a seal on the promise he had made earlier, that he was real and he was yours.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes still dark with that terrifyingly focused devotion, he shifted his weight hovering over you and his hand slid back down beneath the duvet.
"You think I'm done?" He whispered, his breath hot against your mouth. "I told you I was gonna take this slow… I wanna feel every single twitch you have left."
He reached down, his fingers finding you again, you were already so swollen and sensitive that the mere brush of his knuckles against your thigh made you flinch.
Wilbur’s expression softened into something almost dangerously tender, he began to stroke you with one finger, just a slow dragging motion that followed the line of your folds.
"Will... please, I'm so sensitive," you whispered, your breath hitching. "It’s too much."
"I know it is," he murmured, leaning down to catch your bottom lip in his teeth for a gentle tug. "That’s the point, I want you to feel every tiny movement of my hand,I want you to be so focused on what I'm doing that there isn't a single thought of George or the woods left in that pretty head of yours."
He slid a second finger inside you and you let out a sharp jagged moan, your hips bucking up instinctively.
He was being so gentle, his movements rhythmic and shallow testing the way your internal muscles clamped around him.
"You're still so tight for me," he noted, a smudge of dark pride in his voice. "Even after I just made you cum on my mouth… it's like your body is just built to hold onto me."
"It is," you panted, your hands moving to his biceps feeling the hard steady muscle there. "I… I don't want anyone else… ahh!~... just you."
"Good," he rasped, his fingers beginning to move deeper finding that sweet spot he knew so well, he didn't speed up, he kept the pace agonizingly slow rotating his wrist so his fingers curled against you in a way that made your vision blur. "Because no one else is ever gonna touch you like this, no one else is ever gonna know the way you sound when you're falling apart."
"Are you… trying to ruin me?" You asked, a weak shaky laugh escaping you as he increased the pressure just a fraction.
"I already ruined you baby," he whispered, his eyes locked onto yours as he continued the relentless slow grind of his fingers. "I ruined you the second I let you see who I really am, and the best part is you loved it… you loved me even more for it."
You couldn't argue with him, you just watched him, captivated by the way his eyes tracked every tiny change in your expression, looking at you like you were the only thing in the universe that mattered.
He began to swirl his thumb over your clit again but this time it was different, lighter, faster, a vibrating friction that built the tension in your gut until it felt like a physical weight.
As the pleasure began to sharpen your moans got louder, the sound echoing in the quiet room, you didn't want the air between you so you reached up grabbing his face and pulling him down to moan directly against his lips.
You kissed him hungrily, your tongue tangling with his in a desperate slick rhythm while his fingers kept up that relentless motion inside you.
"More Will... please… more," you managed to gasp into the kiss, your voice breaking with need.
"Yeah baby," he rasped, his voice a low gravelly vibration against your mouth. “I've got you… I'll do everything you want.”
He increased his pace, his fingers sliding deep and hooking upward to find that sweet spot with punishing accuracy while the friction of his thumb was constant, a blurring heat that made your hips buck uncontrollably.
You felt like you were being hollowed out and filled up all at once, your entire body tightening into a single wire of electricity.
“Will!~” You whined, the words falling apart as you lost the ability to keep up the kiss. "I'm close… Ah-ahhh baby!~... I'm so close."
Your moans turned into broken high pitched cries as your fingers dug into the corded muscles of his neck clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you from drifting away.
“I know you do darling,” he whispered, his thumb rubbing harder on you clit making you moan louder on his lips. " You're doing so good to me, such a perfect obedient angel."
Wilbur shifted, his mouth leaving yours to trail a path of fire down your throat, he buried his face against your chest beginning to worship your tits again.
He lashed his tongue over your nipple again sucking it into the heat of his mouth while his fingers inside you focused entirely on your g spot, pulsing and driving into you with a rhythmic heavy pressure.
"Fuck!... Ohh Fuck Will!" You screamed, your back arching so high your head pressed into the headboard. “I’m cumming!.... AHH!~... Baby please!”
You came hard, your internal muscles clamping around his fingers in frantic rhythmic pulses, the sensation was devastating, you felt the wave of the orgasm crash over you, a violent honey thick heat that started in your core and radiated to your fingertips.
Hearing your ragged scream Wilbur moved back up instantly to capture your mouth swallowing the rest of your cries.
"Yeah baby good girl... give it all to me," he commanded against your lips, his voice thick with pride.
He didn't stop, he kept his fingers moving intentionally prolonging the climax and forcing you to ride out every single wave of the release until you were sobbing into his mouth.
Your vision went white, your body shaking so violently that the bed groaned under the weight of his bracing arms.
Slowly the tension began to drain leaving you limp and heavy against the pillows.
Wilbur waited until the last of the tremors subsided before he finally pulled his fingers out of you
You watched through blurred lashes as he brought his hand up, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly licked his fingers clean savoring every bit of your slickness.
“You taste perfect," he whispered, his mouth hovering just a fraction above yours. "You did so good for me baby… my sweet perfect girl.”
He crashed his lips onto yours again, a deep wet kiss that forced you to taste yourself on his tongue, it was an intimate, a possessive claim that made your head spin, the metallic tang and the salt of your own surrender filling your senses as he held you there making sure you knew exactly who you belonged to.
He pulled back just an inch, his eyes dark but softened by a flicker of genuine concern.
"Are you okay now baby?" He whispered, his thumb brushing a stray damp hair from your forehead. "The nightmare... it’s gone isn't it?"
You looked up at him, your chest still heaving slightly but the fear had been entirely replaced by a heavy pulsing heat, you let your gaze drop pointedly to where he was still straining against the fabric of his sweatpants then looked back into his eyes with a slow dirty look.
Wilbur let out a short surprised breath of a laugh. "You're a fuckin slut aren't you?" He rasped, the insult sounding like the highest form of praise in his voice.
You both laughed tiredly, the tension breaking for just a second into a moment of raw honest intimacy.
He leaned down and kissed you hard, a quick bruising collision of teeth and tongue before he sat up at the edge of the bed.
You watched him from the pillows, your eyes tracing the broad span of his shoulders as he reached down to strip off his pants.
"I don't think I'll ever get enough of you Will," you confessed, your voice sounding small and honest in the quiet room.
Wilbur froze for a second before leaning back over you bracing himself on his elbows to keep his weight off you, he kissed the tip of your nose, his expression fracturing into that look of pure unadulterated devotion.
"Good," he whispered against your lips. "Because I’m never gonna stop giving myself to you, I’ve spent years waiting for the moment we will be together."
He pulled back, hovering over you as he moved to sit between your legs, he reached down and lifted your right thigh to open you up completely to the moonlight, he leaned down pressing a lingering heated kiss to your inner thigh right near the crease of your hip.
"I'll try to be gentle okay?" He murmured, his voice dropping to a low cautious register. "I know you’re so sensitive now baby."
You let out a shaky whimper, your hips lifting off the mattress in a silent plea. "Okay... just please Will… put it in... I need to feel you."
"Anything for you baby," he vowed.
He wrapped your legs firmly around his waist, the soles of your feet pressing into the small of his back as he leaned forward capturing your mouth in a slow deep kiss as he guided himself to your entrance.
He pushed forward with agonizing slowness, a gentle steady movement that felt like it was stretching you to your limit.
Because of how much he had worked you over with his mouth and fingers the sensation was overwhelming, you let out a jagged moan into his mouth, your nails digging into the hard corded muscles of his back as you tried to anchor yourself.
"That's it... you're doing so good for me," he praised, his voice muffled by the kiss. "Look at how well you're taking me… such a perfect fit… you were made just for me my angel."
He began to move, his thrusts slow and shallow at first giving your body time to adjust to the fullness, every time he pushed in he pressed a kiss to your jaw, your temple or your lips, his praises never stopping.
"So good angel… you feel so warm... so tight," he whispered, his breath hitching as he felt your internal muscles clamp around him.
You were moaning with every movement, your head thrashing against the pillow as you kissed him back with a frantic needy energy, the sensitivity was almost too much but the way he was looking at you with such careful focused love made it feel like every touch was healing a part of you the nightmare had tried to break.
Wilbur kept the rhythm gentle, his hips grinding against yours in a slow possessive dance, he wasn't trying to break you this time, he was trying to hold you together, his body a solid rhythmic promise that he wasn't going anywhere.
Every time his hips rolled forward you felt the distinct pulsing architecture of him, you could feel the slight curve of his length, the way the heat radiated from him in waves and the thrumming pressure of every vein and ridge as he slid against your sensitized walls.
It was a slow agonizingly thorough friction as if he was trying to map out every nerve ending you possessed, he was thick and unyielding, a grounded reality that made your breath hitch in a series of jagged shallow gasps.
"You're so warm angel," he whispered, his voice dropping into that low gravelly register that seemed to vibrate straight through your chest, he leaned down, his hair brushing against your forehead, his eyes dark and fixed on yours with a lethal sort of devotion. "I can feel your heart hammering against mine, do you feel that? Do you feel how real I am?"
"Yes... h-hah~... Will... I can… feel you," you managed to sob, your voice a ruined thread of sound.
Your fingers -still shaky from the lingering adrenaline of the dream- found the damp skin of his shoulders, you traced the hard bunched muscles of his back feeling the sheer physical power he was holding in check just to be gentle with you. "Don't... don't go slow... please… don't leave me."
"I'm right here baby... I'm never leaving," he promised, his voice cracking with an emotion so raw it felt like a physical touch.
He shifted his weight pulling your legs higher and draping them over his shoulders exposing every inch of your vulnerability to the moonlight, he began to drive deeper, his thrusts gaining a deliberate rhythmic precision.
With every forward motion he hit your g spot with the blunt punishing accuracy of a man who knew exactly how to break you and put you back together, it was a deep internal collision that made your vision fracture into sparks of white light.
"Oh!~... Oh Will!... right there... hah-ah!... please," you cried out, your voice a jagged high pitched sound in the quiet room, you felt the way you were tightening on him, your body trying to swallow him whole to keep him locked inside where the world could never reach him.
The sensation was devastating, it was a dual pressure of pleasure and a desperate aching need for safety.
Wilbur let out a low guttural groan of approval, his hands sliding down to frame your face, his thumbs catching the fresh tears that tracked down your temples.
"That’s it… my perfect girl… take all of me... I want you to feel exactly how much I belong to you... I’ve spilled blood for this angel… I’ve burned my life down just so I could be the one to touch you like this."
"I love you... h-hah!~... I love you s-so much Will," you panted, your hips bucking up to meet his every drive, your body acting on a frantic primal instinct to be closer. "It’s so... ahh!~... so deep… I can feel... everything."
The intimacy was stifling in the best possible way, you were both exhausted, your skin slick with a cold sickly sweat that had turned warm and sweet with the effort of pleasing each other.
You could feel the exhaustion in the way his muscles twitched, in the way his breath came in short rhythmic bursts that hit your lips like a physical caress yet there was a desperate hunger in his movements, a need to verify that you were still there, still loyal, still his.
"You're so responsive for me," he murmured, his voice thick with a mix of pride and possessive hunger. "Every time I move I feel you clamping down, you're trying to keep me aren't you? You're trying to hide me inside you where no one can find us."
"Yes... Will please... don't stop," you whined, your eyes rolling back as he hit that sensitive spot again, harder this time. "I wan-... hahh... I wanna be the only thing you feel… I wanna… stay like this."
"You are the only thing I feel baby," he rasped, his forehead resting against yours, he was moving faster now, the slow worshipful pace giving way to a more demanding desperate rhythm, you could feel the veins on his neck standing out, the tension in his jaw as he fought to maintain his control.
The friction was building into a white hot fire, every thrust sending a jolt of electricity straight to your brain.
"Will... ah-ahhh!... Will I'm... I'm cumming... it's too much," you gasped, your internal muscles pulsing around him in a frantic involuntary rhythm, you felt the way you were becoming a wire stretched to the point of snapping, your body aching with a pleasure that was almost indistinguishable from pain.
Feeling the way you were squeezing him and the way your breath had turned into a series of panicked needy whimpers Wilbur stopped for a heartbeat.
He was trembling, his arms braced over you, his eyes searching yours with a look of such raw agonizing love that it made your breath catch, he leaned down capturing your mouth in a deep agonizingly thorough kiss.
It wasn't just a kiss it was a reclamation, his tongue searched yours with a hungry wet movement that tasted of salt and the heat of your shared breaths.
You reached up, your fingers digging into the hair at the nape of his neck pulling him down needing to swallow the very air he breathed as you arched your back trying to fuse your soul to his in the dark, desperate for more of that suffocating soul searing contact.
"More Will... please," you choked out against his lips, your voice thick with a needy jagged edge. "I need more... don't stop... ah-hah~... please don't stop."
Wilbur let out a low predatory growl that vibrated deep in his chest and echoed into yours, he didn't just resume he accelerated, the slow worshipful rhythm he tried to keep snapped into something sharper, more demanding and infinitely more intense.
He began to drive into you with a rhythmic heavy force that made the headboard thud rhythmically against the wall, a steady blunt sound that grounded you in the reality of his strength.
With every deep sliding thrust he was hooking upward intentionally punishing your g spot with the crown of his cock.
The sensation was electric, a deep seated ache that radiated from your core to the tips of your toes, you could feel every ridge of him the pulsing heat of the veins along his length acting like a roadmap of his own desire against your internal walls.
"This good baby yeah?" He hissed, his voice dropping into a filthy melodic whisper as he hovered just inches from your ear. "You like how I’m hitting that spot? You like how I’m stretching you out so you can't think of anything else?"
"Yes... fuck~... yes Wilbur!~..." You wailed, your head falling back as your hips bucked uncontrollably to meet him. "It’s so much... ahh!~... it’s too much... Will!"
"Answer me properly angel," he commanded, his voice hardening with a possessive authority, be slowed down just enough to make you ache for the next strike teasing you with shallow dragging slides. "Do you like being my little accomplice? Do you like that I’m the only one who knows what you sound like when you're falling apart like this? Tell me."
"I... hah-ah~... I love it," you sobbed, reaching out to grab his biceps feeling the sweat slicked rock hard muscle beneath your palms. "I love being yours... ahhh!~... please Will... harder... I want you… hahh~... to hurt me... make me… forget."
"That's my good girl," he praised, though the word was draped in a dark degrading edge. "You're such a filthy little whore for me aren't you? So loyal, so brave, you'd let me do anything to you as long as I stay wouldn't you?"
"Anything... h-hah~... I'd do anything!~..." You screamed, your fingers digging into his back leaving red stinging marks that he seemed to relish.
He didn't give you a moment of peace, he increased the pace until it was a blurring friction heavy assault.
You were a mess of raw nerves, your body shaking with a tired desperation to please him as much as he was pleasing you, you could feel the exhaustion in his own movements, the way his arms were trembling as he braced himself over you and the way his heart was slamming against his ribs with a violence that matched your own, he was pushing himself to his physical limit, driven by a lethal need to consume you entirely.
"Look at you," he rasped, his eyes dilated and dark tracking the way your chest heaved and the way your throat worked as you swallowed your own cries. "You're so vulnerable… so ruined… you're soaking the sheets for a killer baby… does that make you feel good? Knowing I’ve got my hands all over you after everything I’ve done?"
"It... ah-ahh!~... it… it makes me… feel safe," you cried out, a broken honest admission that made Wilbur’s expression fracture into something terrifyingly tender. "I only… feel safe... hah!~... when you're inside me... Wilbur!"
The intensity of your devotion and the way you were looking at him with such unfiltered love despite the sweat and the exhaustion and the darkness of your situation sent Wilbur toward the edge.
He was close, you could feel it in the way his internal rhythm faltered and the way his muscles became corded and stiff like stone.
"Baby... Fuck!... I’m close," he groaned, his voice a ruined airy whisper. "I’m so fuckin close… you’re so tight... you’re squeezing me so hard angel... hah... are you trying to break me?"
"Yes... please... ah-ha!~... do it Will!... Cum for me!" You begged, your legs locking around his waist with a strength you didn't know you had left.
He reached down, his hand sliding between your slick joined bodies, his thumb found your clit and began to rub it with a frantic vibrating pressure.
The dual friction was a death knell for your composure, the feeling of him driving deep against your g spot while his thumb worked you into a frenzy was too much.
"Wilbur... ahh!~... Will… I can’t... hah-ah~... I’m gonna... I’m gonna!... Fuck!" You wailed, your voice breaking into a high needy cry that filled the small space between your lips, your hips were bucking in a desperate erratic rhythm trying to catch every bit of the friction he was offering.
"Yeah baby... that’s it… good girl," he rasped, his voice dropping into a thick primal growl, he didn't slow down, if anything his thumb moved faster, a blurring heat that sent sparks of white light across your vision. "Just like that for me… just cum for me angel… give me everything you’ve got left."
The tension snapped as you let out a long broken wail of "Will!... Fuck!... Wilbur!~" As your second climax hit with the force of a tidal wave.
You were pulsing violently around him, your internal muscles clamping down on him in frantic rhythmic waves that seemed to echo the frantic beating of your heart.
The feeling of you shattering, the way you were sobbing his name into the quiet room was the final trigger, Wilbur let out a low guttural roar, his body stiffening as he followed you, he drove into you one last time, buried as deep as he could go and stayed there as he came.
"God… you're so perfect," he groaned against your skin, his voice sounding ruined and raw. "You're mine... fuck... you're so good for me baby… every bit of you... I’ve got you... I'm never letting you go… you're my loyal beautiful angel."
He was shaking, his muscles tight and straining as he poured himself into you, his weight a heavy grounding comfort that finally silenced the ghosts of the woods.
He crashed his lips onto yours in a deep wet kiss forcing you to taste the salt of your own tears and the heat of his surrender as he held you through the tremors, a man who had finally found his only reality in the arms of the girl who gave up everything for him.
You kissed him back with every single ounce of energy left in your trembling frame, your arms wrapped so tightly around his neck that your knuckles were white.
You felt raw, every nerve ending on the surface of your skin singing with a terrifyingly beautiful sensitivity, even the weight of his chest against yours felt like an intense electric pressure.
Wilbur didn't pull away, instead he began to move with a slow agonizingly shallow rhythm just enough to keep the friction alive and prolong the waves of your orgasm making the pleasure sustained by his deliberate possessive movements.
"Don't... hahh... don't ever… leave me Will," you whispered against his mouth, your breath hitching as you felt a fresh surge of heat. "Stay... stay right here."
"I’m right here angel," he promised, his voice a low vibration you could feel in your very soul. "I’m not going anywhere… we’re finally together baby.”
Wilbur let out a long shuddering breath finally shifting his weight just enough to slide out of you though he didn't move far, he immediately pulled the duvet up over both of you tucking the fabric around your shoulders as if he could shield you from the very air of the room.
He hauled you against his side, your back pressed firmly against his chest, his long legs tangling with yours under the covers, his skin was damp and cooling, a solid grounding presence that made the remnants of your tremors feel like distant echoes.
"You're freezing angel," he murmured, his voice still low and gravelly from the release, he began to rub his large warm palms up and down your bare arms, the friction generating a gentle heat that made you melt further into him.
"I'm okay," you whispered, your voice a tired airy rasp, you reached back, your fingers finding the back of his neck tracing the damp curls there. "I just... I don't wanna move, I feel like if I moved the world… might start up again."
Wilbur hummed, a deep resonant sound that vibrated through your spine, he shifted his arm tucking it under your head to act as a pillow while his other hand moved to your face, his fingers were incredibly gentle, the predatory intensity from moments ago replaced by a terrifyingly soft devotion.
He began to play with your hair twirling a dark strand around his index finger before smoothing it back from your temple.
"The world doesn't matter," he said, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "There is no world outside this bed… just you and me, I told you I’ll make sure you forget everything else."
You turned slightly in his arms enough to look up at him, the moonlight caught the sharp line of his jaw and the softened tired look in his eyes, he looked human again, not the stone cold protector or the man with blood on his hands but just Wilbur, your Wilbur.
"You did," you breathed, a small sleepy smile tugging at your lips. "My head is so quiet now, it’s just... you."
Wilbur’s expression fractured, a look of pure unadulterated love crossing his face as he leaned down pressing a lingering soft kiss to your forehead then the tip of your nose.
"Good, that’s how it should be, I wanna be the only thing that occupies your mind, I wanna be the reason you breathe because god knows you're the only reason I'm still standing."
He continued to stroke your hair, his touch rhythmic and soothing, he traced the curve of your ear, his thumb dragging slowly along your jawline.
"Do you know how beautiful you look right now? Even when you were crying, even when you were scared... you were the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen… my loyal little accomplice."
You let out a tiny tired laugh burying your face in the crook of his neck, he smelled like sleep and safety. "You're so poetic Will, even after everything."
"Only for you baby," he whispered, his fingers moving to massage the back of your scalp, a sensation so relaxing it made your eyes drift shut. "I’d write a thousand books about you if I thought I could find words good enough, but they don't make words for the way I feel about you… they haven't invented them yet."
He pulled you closer, his chin resting on top of your head, for a long moment the only sound was the synchronized rhythm of your breathing, the shadows in the corner of the room didn't look like men anymore, they were just shadows and the wind outside was just wind.
"Will?" You whispered into the dark.
"Yeah baby?"
"Thank you… for loving me for all these years and for... everything."
You felt him stiffen slightly then relax, his grip on you tightening. "You never have to thank me for that, I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, I’m never letting the light touch you if it’s going to make you flinch, we’re gonna stay right here as long as you need."
He continued to play with your hair, his touch becoming slower as exhaustion began to pull at both of you. "But eventually," he murmured with a small playful huff of breath against your hair. "We're gonna have to get you cleaned up, you're a mess angel."
"I'm your mess.” You teased weakly, your eyes still closed.
"My favorite mess." He agreed, his voice trailing off into a contented hum.
He didn't move to get up yet, content to stay in the quiet warm cocoon of the duvet, his fingers never stopping their gentle worshipful path through your hair and your back, the night was still long and for the first time since the woods, the silence felt like a gift rather than a threat.
"How is your legs?" He asked softly after a moment, his hand sliding down to rest protectively on your hip. "I wasn't too rough was I?"
"I think I'll be a little sore tomorrow," you admitted, shifting closer to his warmth. "But I like it, it’s like a reminder that it wasn't a dream."
Wilbur let out a dark low chuckle. "I'll give you plenty of reminders baby, I'll make sure you can't take a single step without thinking of me."
You sighed finally letting your body go completely limp against him, the heavy weight of his love was the only thing you wanted to carry.
"I think I need a shower," you whispered after another long silence though you made no move to get up. “If we stay like that we will fall asleep."
"Yeah you right," Wilbur murmured, his eyes closing as he breathed you in. "Just a few more minutes like this and we will sleep till our graduation."
You let out a soft melodic laugh that bubbled up from your chest, the sound finally light and free of the night’s earlier tension.
Wilbur smiled against your temple, the vibration of his own quiet chuckle warming your skin, he leaned down pressing one last deep kiss to the curve of your shoulder, lingering there for a heartbeat as if to savor the stillness before he finally began to move.
With a grunt of effort that spoke of his own lingering exhaustion he sat up and slid his arms beneath you.
"Will wait," you whispered, your arms instinctively looping around his neck as he shifted. "You’re tired., you’ve done enough tonight I can walk."
"Shhh," he murmured, cutting you off with a playful tired smirk, he stood up with a heave, lifting you effortlessly against his chest. "I’m not letting your feet touch the cold floor, not tonight, just hold on me angel."
You laughed again, a small helpless sound and hugged him harder burying your face in the crook of his neck.
The walk to the bathroom was short and silent, the only sound was the steady padding of his bare feet on the hardwood.
The bathroom was dim, lit only by the hall light spilling through the cracked door, Wilbur sat you down gently on the edge of the tub before turning on the water and as the room began to fill with a thick humid fog he stepped back and offered his hand.
The shower was a blur of warmth and quiet intimacy, he didn't just wash you he worshiped you, his movements were slow and methodical, his large hands slick with soap as he ran them over your back, your shoulders and down the length of your legs, he was incredibly thorough, his touch gentle enough to soothe the ache in your muscles but firm enough to ground you.
"Look at me baby," he whispered, his voice echoing slightly against the tiles, he took a washcloth and tilted your chin up wiping the last traces of salt and sweat from your cheeks with a focus that was almost holy. “You know I'll die for you not just kill for you right?"
You leaned into his touch, the hot water cascading over your shoulders feeling more seen and more safe than you ever had in your life. "I know baby… because I'll do the same thing.”
You reached out, your soapy palms sliding over his chest tracing the rhythm of his heart, no more words needed, in the steam and the quiet spray of water, the world, the car, the woods, the secrets simply ceased to exist.
By the time he carried you back to the bed both of you were heavy with a deep safe weariness, Wilbur didn't bother with clothes and neither did you, the air was warm enough and the need to be skin to skin was too shared.
He pulled you back into the center of the mattress, the sheets feeling cool and crisp against your damp skin.
You curled into him, your head resting on his chest listening to the slow steady thrum of his heart.
Wilbur’s arm was a heavy protective weight over your waist, his fingers twitching occasionally as he drifted on the edge of sleep.
"Will?" You murmured, your voice barely audible.
"Still here baby," he rasped, his eyes already closed.
"Promise you’ll be here when I wake up? That it won't... go back to how it was in highschool?"
Wilbur shifted, tightening his grip on you until you were tucked perfectly against his side, he kissed the top of your head, his breath warm and steady.
"I promised you didn't I?" He whispered, his voice thick with sleep. "I’ve spent years making sure no one can take you and I’m not going anywhere… tomorrow, the day after, one hundred years from now... it’s always gonna be us, I’m staying forever angel… just close your eyes."
The heavy weight of his promise backed by the blood and devotion of a man who would burn the world for you finally allowed the last of your defenses to crumble.
As the rhythmic sound of his breathing synchronized with yours, you let the darkness take you, not a forest of charcoal and ash but a deep dreamless peace cradled in the arms of the only reality that mattered.
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While the others are still back at the bar distracted by drinks and the high of the show, Sam sneaks you onto the bus and pins you hard against the door. The second the latch clicks, the "nice guy" act vanishes.
He’s not being careful and he’s certainly not being quiet. He doesn't care how loud you need to be or about the dark marks he’s marking into your neck, he is purely feral and driven by a raw hunger to finally be inside you.
He's claiming you right there, with the rest of the world just a thin pane of glass away.
The neon lights of the bar were a blur of pink and gold, the bass from the jukebox was thumping in your chest.
While Abigail and Sebastian were huddled over their gear in the corner and Haley was busy showing Alex the photos she had snapped of the performance, you slipped away.
The noise and the heat were becoming a bit much and the pull of the quiet night air was too strong to resist.
Outside, the world was silent and illuminated only by the pale glow of the streetlights, you wandered toward the edge of the parking lot where a small neglected patch of earth sat near the basement windows of the venue.
To anyone else, they were weeds but to a farmer’s eyes, the tiny resilient wildflowers were beautiful.
You knelt down on the asphalt, your skirt bunching up high around your thighs as you leaned forward to get a closer look at a cluster of night blooming jasmine.
The cool breeze felt incredible against your skin but you were completely unaware of how the moonlight was tracing the curve of your legs.
Inside, Sam pushed through the crowded bar, ruffling his blonde hair as he stepped away from the restroom.
He scanned their usual booth, his heart sinking slightly when he saw your seat was empty.
He leaned over, nudging Haley’s shoulder. "Hey! where had she go?" he asked, his voice bright but laced with a hint of protective worry.
"Out back," Haley answered, tilting her phone screen toward him. "She said she needed some fresh air and a break from Alex and Seb’s bickering."
Sam nodded, making his way toward the rear exit.
The moment he stepped out onto the metal landing, his breath hitched, he saw you immediately kneeling there on the dark pavement, the hem of your skirt hitched up dangerously high exposing the soft glow of your skin.
You watched a small beetle crawl along a leaf and a stray moth flutter by then looked up to watch the silhouette of a bird disappearing into the rafters of a nearby tree.
You looked peaceful, soft and ethereal under the moonlight and it was a sight that made Sam’s heart do a slow heavy roll in his chest.
The "nice guy" Sam, the one who usually just wanted to skate and play his guitar was gone in an instant replaced by a possessive driving need.
Sam stepped further onto the landing, his eyes shifting from the sight of you on the pavement to the tour bus parked at the far end of the lot.
It sat in a patch of deep shadow, tucked away from the glowing neon of the bar and the prying eyes of the stragglers hanging around the front entrance.
The engine was off, the windows were dark and the heavy door looked like a gateway to the only privacy they had had in weeks.
The realization hit him like a lightning bolt, the bus was completely empty and everyone else was still inside distracted by drinks and the high of the show.
His pulse quickened as he looked back at the way your skirt was hiked up and the way your fingers was gently brushing the petals of a flower.
The idea took root instantly, he didn't wanna just talk to you out here in the open, he wanted you behind that heavy door away from the world where he didn't have to be the "nice guy" everyone expected him to be.
He didn't call your name, he didn't wanna startle you, not yet.
Instead he turned back into the bar, he caught Sebastian’s eye and beckoned him over with a jerk of his chin.
"Seb listen to me," Sam said, his voice dropping to a low commanding register that made Sebastian perk up.
"I need you to do me a massive favor, do not let anyone on the tour bus for at least the next hour. I don't care if it's Alex, Abigail or the venue manager, the bus is a no go zone. If anyone asks where we went just tell them we’re heading out to find some food. Got it?"
Sebastian’s gaze drifted past Sam to the open door, seeing your silhouette in the distance, a slow knowing smirk spread across his face and he gave a lazy two finger salute.
"Yeah I got you man, consider the bus off limits. I'll keep the kids distracted go on."
Sam didn't wait to be told twice, he stepped back out into the night as his boots was making a heavy deliberate sound on the pavement as he walked toward you.
His eyes were dark and locked onto the way your skirt sat on your hips, his mind was already racing with exactly how he was gonna lead you across that parking lot and get you behind the closed doors of the bus and pin you against that bus door the second it hissed shut.
With the perimeter secured and Sebastian holding the line inside, Sam stepped off the metal landing.
The muffled sounds of the bar and the distant hum of traffic began to fade into the background as he walked toward you.
His heart was thudding against his ribs, a frantic heavy rhythm that had nothing to do with the set he had just played, it was pure raw anticipation.
You were still crouched down, your hair falling over your shoulders and completely absorbed in the tiny ecosystem of the parking lot's edge.
From this angle the moonlight hit the back of your thighs where your skirt had gathered, and Sam felt a surge of possessiveness so sharp it made his teeth ache.
"You’re gonna go blind staring at those in the dark baby," Sam said, his voice lower and raspier than usual as he reached you.
You looked up and a bright excited smile broke across your face when you saw him, you reached out pointing to a small pale blossom.
"Sam look! I think this is a Queen Anne’s Lace but it’s growing right next to this mallow, it’s so cool how they find a way to grow even here isn't it? Back at the farm I would usually-"
As you went on, your voice full of that sweet genuine wonder he adored, Sam knelt down beside you but he wasn't looking at the weeds.
His eyes were dark and dilated with a naked lust that would have startled you if you weren't so focused on the petals.
He didn't just sit there, his hand moved, his palm warm and calloused from guitar strings as he slid it firmly onto your exposed thigh.
His thumb dragged slowly across your skin hitching the fabric of your skirt even higher, he felt you shiver under his touch and the way your voice faltered for a second.
He drifted closer, his gaze settling on your lips, he watched them move as you talked about the soil and the stems and a wave of heat crashed over him pooling low in his gut.
He wanted to take you right there, to press you into the asphalt and kiss you until you forgot your own name, let alone the names of the flowers.
But he could still hear the distant shout of Alex from the bar’s entrance, he couldn't risk it, he didn't wanna share the sight of you 'this soft, messy, beautiful version of you' with anyone else.
"You know," he interrupted, his voice dropping into a low gravelly register that made the hair on your arms stand up. "You look way prettier than any of these flowers ever could but I don't wanna hear about the mallows anymore."
You paused, your cheeks flushing a deep pink as you looked at him. "Babe..."
"Come with me," he said, his hand sliding into yours, his fingers lacing firmly between your own.
He didn't wait for an answer, he just stood up and gently pulled you with him. "I wanna show you something on the bus... Something much better than birds."
You stumbled slightly as you stood and your heart was starting to race in sync with his.
The way Sam was looking at you, his eyes dark, hungry and entirely focused on you told you exactly what he had in mind, the "sweet" skater boy you knew had been replaced by someone far more primal.
He led you across the dark asphalt, keeping his broad shoulders between you and the bar's entrance so the others wouldn't notice your absence.
His hand was a warm, a heavy weight on the small of your back guiding you with a firm urgency.
"Stay close doll," he murmured, his voice barely a thread of sound over the distant hum of the venue. "If Sebastian sees that look on your face he’s gonna know exactly what I’m about to do to you."
"And what exactly are you planning Sammy?" you whispered back, a teasing challenge in your voice even as your breath hitched.
"Everything," he promised, his grip on your hand tightening. "I’m gonna do everything I’ve been picturing since I saw you kneeling in that dirt."
When you reached the heavy door of the tour bus, he pulled it open and ushered you up the steps into the cool dim interior.
The moment the door hissed shut, the world outside ceased to exist, Sam didn't give you a chance to adjust to the faint blue glow of the cabin before he had you pinned.
The suddenness of it made your heart leap into your throat but the second his hands hit your waist, your instincts took over.
You reached up, your arms winding tightly around his neck, fingers tangling in the blonde hair at the nape of his neck to anchor yourself as he pressed you firmly against the cool metal of the door.
"Sammy wait-" you breathed out, a dizzy laugh bubbling up. "We’re supposed to be getting food remember? Alex and Haley are gonna wonder..."
"Let 'em wonder," he growled, his face inches from yours, his eyes were blown wide with a frantic beautiful sort of need. "I don’t care about the food, I don’t care about the band... I just need to be inside you right now... Tell me you don't feel it too."
"You know I do," you confessed, your voice breaking as his thumbs dug into the soft skin of your hips. "I’ve been wanting this since the middle of your solo."
"Good," he rasped, his forehead dropping against yours for a fleeting second before he dipped his head to your neck. "Because I’m not letting you go until I’ve had every fuckin bit of you."
He crashed his lips against yours swallowing any further protest.
This wasn't the sweet slow kiss of a boyfriend in a parking lot, this was raw and unfiltered. He captured your lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle, it was hungry, desperate and tasted of the adrenaline still pumping through his veins.
His tongue swiped against your lower lip demanding entrance and when you let out a small surprised moan he took full advantage deepening the kiss until your head was spinning.
"God! You taste so good," he muttered against your lips, his breath hitching. "I missed this... I missed you so fuckin much it was making me sick."
"Then don't stop," you urged, kissing him back with a matching hunger, your tongue danced with his as the taste of him overwhelmed your senses. "Show me how much you missed me."
"Oh, I'm gonna show you darling" he promised, his hands sliding down to grip your ass and lift you slightly against the door. "I'm gonna show you exactly how much I missed you."
You were pulling him closer, your body arching into his as if you were trying to merge with him right there against the metal.
"Fuckin hell, I've been wanting to do that for so goddamn long," he groaned into the kiss, his voice vibrating deep in his chest.
"Watching you touch those flowers... talking about how pretty they were... all I could think about was how much I wanted to hear you making that sound for me instead."
His hands were restless, roaming over you with a possessive fever.
One hand stayed clamped on your hip, bruising the skin through your clothes while the other slid upward, his palm grazing the curve of your waist before sliding under your shirt to find the warm bare skin of your back.
"You have no idea what you do to me just standing there... looking so innocent with those flowers while I'm out there starving for you."
"I saw you looking," you managed to gasp out when he moved his lips to the corner of your mouth.
Your breath was coming in ragged hitches, your head falling back against the door as he began to trail hot wet kisses down your jawline.
"I could feel you watching me Sam, it made me want you so bad... I couldn't even focus on what I was looking at."
"Good," he rasped, his teeth nipping at the sensitive cord of your neck making you whimper and dig your nails into his shoulders for stability. "That's exactly how I wanna have you, distracted and thinking about nothing but this."
His hand moved from your back to the front, his fingers splaying across your stomach before sliding upward to cup your breast through your bra.
You let out a sharp needy moan, your knees buckling slightly but his thigh was already wedged between yours propping you up and rubbing against you in a way that made you see stars.
"Sammy please," you whimpered, your fingers tightening in his hair pulling his face back up to yours. "I want you right here... I wanna feel you inside me right now."
He let out a dark ragged chuckle, his eyes blown wide and coal black as he stared down at you. "You're gonna be the death of me you know that? So fucking impatient."
He didn't pull away though, instead his hand moved to the buckle of your belt, his eyes never leaving yours as he felt for the fastening.
"You're so soft," he muttered, his voice dropping into a dark gravelly register that sent a shiver straight down your spine.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and frantic against your skin as he inhaled your scent. "I'm gonna wreck you baby, I'm gonna make sure you're so loud that Sebastian has to start a literal riot out there just to cover you up."
He didn't wait for a response, his lips crashing against yours with a desperate messy hunger that tasted like adrenaline and pure unadulterated lust.
One of his hands slid down from your waist, his fingers bunching up the fabric of your skirt until he could feel the bare skin of your hip, his touch heavy and demanding.
"I've been thinking about this all night," he rasped against your mouth, his hips pinning you even harder against the door. "Watching you from the stage... knowing everyone was looking at me but I was only looking at you, I’m not being gentle tonight... I can't."
"Please Sammy... I need you... I fuckin need you right now," you whispered against his lips, your voice trembling with a desperation that sent a fresh jolt of heat straight to his gut.
"The back lounge," he breathed, he didn't waste a second, he grabbed your hand, his fingers interlaced firmly with yours and began guiding you through the narrow dim hallway. "I wanna see all of you... Now."
Both of you were tripping over your own feet, stifling giggles like kids breaking the rules.
"Shhh Sam!" you hissed, a breathless laugh escaping you as your hip bumped into the edge of a bunk.
You glanced toward the thin walls of the bus, your heart hammering against your ribs. "Someone could walk right past this bus and hear everything, we have to be quiet!"
Sam didn't even flinch, the warning seemed to fuel the fire in his eyes, he stepped into your space, his large frame dwarfing yours in the narrow hallway, and hooked his fingers into the waistband of your skirt.
"Let them listen," he murmured, a dark rebellious smirk playing on his lips as he backed you up until your shoulders hit the wall. "I want them to hear exactly how much you belong to me, besides... they won't be looking at the bus... they'll be too busy wondering why you're making those beautiful sounds."
"Sam really... if someone walks by and looks through the window-" you started, your voice trembling as you tried one last time to be the voice of reason.
"Then let them get a show," he cut you off, his voice a low, dangerous growl that vibrated through your chest.
He didn't give you another second to argue, his hands moved with a sudden electric speed pinning you back against the wall of the lounge as he captured your lips again.
This time the kiss was even deeper and more demanding, effectively bruising your protests into silence.
He broke away just enough to trail his lips down to your jaw, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made your toes curl.
"I’ve spent the last four hours watching you from behind a drum kit wanting to do exactly this," he rasped, his hand sliding down to the hem of your skirt, his fingers hot against your thigh. "The door is locked, Sebastian is on guard and I’m done talking."
Without another word he reached down and snagged your hand, his fingers interlocking tightly with yours in a bruising grip.
He pulled you after him, his stride long and determined as he navigated the small space towards the back of the bus where the large velvet U shaped couch waited in the shadows.
He didn't wait for a poetic moment, he sat down heavily on the plush cushions and immediately reached for you pulling you between his spread knees.
His hands moved with a frantic focused energy as he worked to get your skirt out of the way, he didn't even bother with the zipper at first, his fingers trembling slightly with a hunger he could no longer suppress.
He made quick work of the fabric, the material sliding down your legs and pooling at your ankles before he kicked it aside.
He felt a sudden sharp surge of triumph, his mind flashing back to those first few minutes when he had slammed you against the bus door.
He was incredibly thankful he had the foresight to unbuckle your belt back then while his mouth was busy devouring yours.
If that belt were still in his way now he might have ripped it off in his desperation to get to you.
He didn't stop there, his fingers immediately hooked into the elastic of your panties as his knuckles were grazing your hips.
"I don't want anything in my way," he muttered, his voice a low rough growl as he swept the lace down your legs with a single fluid motion. "I've been imagining you like this all night."
He kicked the scrap of fabric aside, his eyes devouring the sight of you for a split second before he gripped your waist and pulled you up, guiding you to straddle his lap.
"There you go," he rasped, his hands immediately diving under the hem of your shirt.
He made quick work of the fabric pulling it over your head and letting it fall somewhere into the dark.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, your chest heaving as he reached behind you unhooking your bra with a practiced flick of his fingers.
As the lace fell away, he let out a sharp and needy hiss of air. He didn't even give you a chance to speak before he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips were hot and demanding.
"Sam... fuckin hell," you moaned, your head falling back as he sucked a dark mark into your skin. "I thought you were gonna show me something on the bus."
"I am showing you something," he murmured against your pulse point, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts. "I'm showing you exactly how much I've been wanting to do this since we left the venue."
He shifted his focus, his mouth moving down to your chest as he took one nipple into his mouth sucking deeply while his tongue swirled around the peak.
You let out a strangled cry, your fingers digging into his shoulders, your hips instinctively rolling against the hard ridge of his jeans.
"You like that don't you?" he growled, moving to the other side to give it the same hungry attention. "I can hear you heart racing love. It’s fuckin louder than the noise outside."
"Because of you," you panted, arching your back to give him better access. "It’s always because of you... Please Sam... don't make me wait."
He let out a dark chuckle, his hands sliding down to your hips to hold you steady, his eyes locked onto yours with a look of pure unadulterated hunger that made your breath hitch.
"You’re so sensitive for me aren't you?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper.
he slid one hand between your thighs, his long fingers found your heat with ease, you let out a broken gasp as he began running his fingers slowly along your folds, tracing the slick sensitive skin with a deliberate pressure that had you arching your back.
He watched your reaction with a smug possessive intensity while his thumb was circling your clit just enough to make your legs shake.
"Look at how you're reacting to me," he rasped, his touch becoming firmer and more demanding. "You're already so wet and I haven't even started with you yet. You’ve been wanting this just as bad as I have, haven't you whore?"
"Yes... God! Sammy please," you sobbed out, your fingers clutching at his shoulders as his fingers continued their relentless teasing exploration.
"I've got you," he promised, his eyes darkening as he felt you pulse against his hand. "I'm gonna make sure you're so ready for me that you'll be begging me to fill you up."
He leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from yours, his breath hot and smelling faintly of the mint he had been chewing earlier.
"You're such a good girl aren't you?" he whispered, his voice dripping with a dark playful edge. "Following me back here without a second thought just because I asked."
He didn't wait for an answer before he slid two fingers deep inside you, you let out a sharp high pitched gasp but Sam was faster, he smashed his mouth against yours catching the sound and turning it into a muffled moan that vibrated between your lips.
He began to work his fingers inside you, stretching you out with a slow rhythmic curl that made your head spin.
"Shhhh," he murmured against your mouth, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye. "You gotta be quiet love. You know your friends are right out there... they’re all just a few yards away. You want them to hear what a little slut you’re being for me on this bus?"
"Sam... please-" you whimpered, your fingers digging into his biceps as he picked up the pace, his thumb finding your clit and grinding against it with a heavy merciless pressure.
"Please what? Please let them hear you?" He let out a low gravelly chuckle, his fingers driving into your wetness even harder.
"Imagine if the door opened right now... They would see you stripped bare, straddling me and taking my fingers like a champ. You would like that wouldn’t you? Being caught while I fuck you senseless?"
"Sam fuckin stop talking like that," you whimpered, your head falling back as a wave of heat rolled through you.
You were desperate to be quiet but the way he was stretching you out was making it impossible. "They're gonna... they're gonna hear us if you don't stop..."
Sam just smirked, his fingers curling deeper inside your wetness, hitting that spot that made your toes curl into the plush velvet of the lounge.
"Then stay quiet love... Keep those pretty little lips shut," he challenged, but the second you let out a shaky breath he leaned up and captured your mouth again.
He kissed you with a bruising hunger, his tongue sliding against yours to swallow the high pitched whimper that escaped when his thumb increased the pressure on your clit.
Every time a louder cry tried to escape your throat, he was there devouring your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours to drown out the evidence of your pleasure.
He was being gentle with his touch but cruel with his words, pushing you right to the edge of your sanity.
"Look at you... you're so wet it's dripping down my hand," he hissed, his eyes dark and predatory. "You're so desperate for it. You’re just a needy little whore aren’t you? Cumming for me while your friends are are right outside the window."
You couldn't answer but your hips jerked uncontrollably, slamming against his lap while he held you firmly, his fingers never slowing down forcing you to feel every single second of the friction.
"You're so tight on my fingers love," he rasped into your ear, his breath hitching as he felt you pulse around his hand.
"Look at you.... you're barely holding it together. Does it turn you on? Knowing how close they are? Knowing you're being a filthy little slut for your boyfriend while they're just feet away?"
"Yes," you confessed, a sob of pleasure breaking your voice as you gripped his curls, pulling his face back down to yours. "God! yes... Sammy... ngh~ I'm gonna.... I'm gonna fuckin- Ah!~..."
"That's it... give it to me," he commanded, his voice dropping to a whisper as he kissed you deeply one more time. "Cum on my fingers love... Be a loud little whore for me."
The world narrowed down to the sensation of his hand and the dark degrading heat of his words.
Your internal muscles began to contract, squeezing his fingers in a desperate rhythmic grip.
You tried to bury your face in his neck to muffle the sound but a broken loud moan ripped from your throat anyway.
Sam immediately smashed his lips against yours muffling the sound of your climax as your body buckled.
You were shaking, your skin slick with sweat and your vision blurring as the peak lasted for what felt like an eternity, leaving you breathless and clinging to him for dear life.
"There she is," he whispered against your mouth, his eyes dark with triumph as he felt the final tremors of your body.
He pulled his hand back slowly, showing you your own wetness glistening on his fingers in the dim light. "See that? You're such a good girl for me. Such a loud messy little thing."
You slumped against his chest, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird.
"I hate you," you panted, though you were already reaching down to the waistband of his pants.
"No you don't," he chuckled, his hand sliding to the back of your head to hold you close. "You fuckin love it."
Sam didn't give you a second to recover from the tremors still racking your body.
While you were still gasping for air against his neck he was already undoing his belt, his movements frantic and fueled by the sight of you cumming so hard for him.
He pushed his pants and boxers down, his cock springing free, thick and throbbing with a desperate need to finally be inside you.
"You're not done yet love," he rasped, his voice thick with a dark heavy hunger. "Not even close."
He gripped your hips, his fingers bruising your skin as he guided you up just enough to align himself.
You looked down, a hungry knowing smile tugging at your lips as you saw him standing tall in the dim light.
"God! I missed this so much," you whispered, your voice trembling as you felt the heat radiating off him. "I've been thinking about this all through the soundcheck babe... Every time you looked at me from the stage."
Sam let out a low chuckle, "You think you're the only one? I was nearly losing my mind up there watching you in the wings. Now shut up and take it."
He pulled you down, the second his tip breached your entrance, you let out a sharp high pitched cry of recognition.
Sam immediately slammed his palm over your mouth muffling the sound against your own skin as he forced you down the rest of the way making you take all of him at once.
Your eyes flew wide, your body stretching and molding around the familiar perfect thickness of him filling you to the brim.
"Shhh! quiet," he hissed into your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "I told you, you gotta be a good girl and stay quiet for me. Don't let 'em hear how much you're enjoying being fucked on this bus. Do you want Haley to walk in on this? Do you want them to see you like this?"
"No," you moaned against his palm, your voice a desperate vibration. "But it feels... ngh~ it feels so good hun... You’re so deep."
"I'm gonna be deeper," he promised, his knuckles white as he began to move you up and down his length.
He was ruthless, pulling you up until you were almost sliding off him before slamming your hips back down, making sure his length hit your g spot with a heavy rhythmic thud every single time, even though you were on top, he was the one in total control.
"Mmmph~.... Sammy! Please!" you moaned against his palm, your muffled voice sounding desperate and needy. "Right there... ah!~... don't stop... hngh~... I’m gonna...."
Your hands were flat against his chest, feeling the frantic beat of his heart as he drove himself deeper. "Oh god... fuckin hell.... Sam... you're hitting it every time... hngh~..."
"It’s exactly what you wanted," he whispered, his eyes locked onto yours, dark and possessive. "Tell me you like it... Tell me how it feels to have me deep inside you while your friends are right outside that window."
He pulled his hand away from your mouth just long enough to hear you. "It feels... ah!~ it feels s-so good Sam... please... don't stop... ngh~... keep fuckin me like Ah!~... like that..."
He didn't need to be told twice, he captured your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue tangling with yours to muffle the loud messy moans that were tearing from your throat.
The sound of your bodies slapping together, a wet rhythmic friction filled the small lounge, competing with the distant noises coming from the window.
He was hitting that spot over and over, his pace becoming faster and more violent as he felt his own climax building.
"Tell me," he commanded, pulling his hand away just enough to hear you before immediately placing it again as you let out a loud wet gasp. "Tell me you're cumming for me again.... Tell me you're my loud little slut."
"I am! Ahh~... I'm yours!" you sobbed out, the words breaking as your internal muscles began to clench violently around him. "Sammy I'm fuckin cumming... oh god!... ah!~... Ah!"
You collapsed against him, your body buckled by the force of your climax, your wetness flooding him as you squeezed him in tight rhythmic waves.
Feeling you break like that and hearing your muffled screams against his hand was the final straw for his restraint.
His breathing turned into a series of harsh animalistic grunts as your release pushed him right over the edge.
"You're so fuckin tight around me... you're fuckin killing me " he groaned into your mouth, his words lost in the heat of the kiss.
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna fill you up right here love... Ahh!~... You're gonna be a shaking m-mess by the time I'm done with you."
"Do it," you sobbed out between kisses, your hips moving in a frantic, uncoordinated rhythm with his. "Fuck Sammy... please... give it to me... ah~.... Ah Fuck!"
He gripped your hips with bruising force no longer caring about being gentle as he delivered a series of deep punishing thrusts.
Each thrust sent a jolt through both of you, the wet rhythmic sound of your bodies meeting was filling the small lounge.
"Fuck! I can't... I can't hold it back anymore," he gasped out, his voice breaking as he felt your internal muscles clenching around him in the throes of your own release. "You're so tight love... you're fuckin perfect."
"Don't hold back," you sobbed, your head thrashing back as you started moving again. "Give it to me Sam... Ah!~ Fuckin Now!"
His own climax hit him with a violence that made his entire frame shudder.
Sam's body went rigid as he buried himself deep inside you, his fingers digging into your hips with a final possessive grip that would surely leave marks.
"Take it all angel" he groaned, his voice a low, guttural vibration against your skin. "Everything I've got... I'm all yours."
He let out a low guttural shout against your neck as he spilled inside you, the sensation of his warm cum flooding your core making your toes curl into the fabric of the couch as a fresh wave of heat was rolling through your lower belly.
You clung to him, your nails scratching lightly at his back as you felt him pulse deep within you over and over as if he were trying to pour his very soul into you.
"God! Yes," he breathed, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder, his breath coming in hot, shaky bursts. "I’ve been... I’ve been needing that for so fuckin long."
He didn't pull away he stayed buried deep, his chest heaving against yours as he waited, making sure he spilled every last drop inside you before he even thought about pulling out of you.
"You feel so good darling," he groaned, his voice cracking with the force of his release. "Don't move... just stay right there."
Once his breathing slowed, he leaned in, his lips grazing your ear. "You know," he whispered, his voice dark and smug "you’re gonna walk back out there and meet our friends and only I’m gonna know that my cum is dripping down your legs the whole time. You're gonna be standing there talking to Abby and you're gonna feel me sliding out of you."
"Shut up Sam! Seriously," you panted, blushing furiously at the mental image. "You're such an prick."
"But I'm your prick," he teased, his nose brushing against yours.
You didn't let him get another word in, you pulled his face to yours and kissed him hard, tasting the salt and the lingering adrenaline on his lips to silence his ego.
He kissed you back just as fiercely, his tongue swept against yours one last time before he finally let out a sigh.
"Alright, alright," he chuckled against your mouth, finally pulling back. "As much as I wanna stay right here we have to dress fast love. They’ll be back any second and I don't think the 'we were just talking' excuse is gonna fly if we're naked."
As he carefully pulled his length out of you, he paused looking down at the dark soaked patches on his pants where you had been grinding against him, slick with your own wetness.
He let out a low whistle as a smirk was playing on his lips. "Fuckin hell... you absolutely soaked me didn't you? I’m gonna have to change before we go anywhere." He leaned in for one more lingering kiss murmuring "Worth it though... Every bit of it." against your lips while you both giggled.
He stood up, adjusting his clothes and grabbing some tissues to help clean you up with a surprising gentleness wiping away the stray drips with a focused caring look.
Just as he was helping you pull your shirt back over your head, his phone began to buzz violently on the table, he snatched it up seeing Sebastian's name on the screen.
"Yeah? You better have a good reason for calling right now," Sam answered, his voice still a bit rough.
"I’ve been standing out here in the freezing cold for twenty minutes just to give you a head start you ungrateful bitch," Sebastian's voice crackled through the speaker sounding amused but annoyed.
"I convinced the whole group to go and get some food. I told 'em you two slipped away to another place to get pancakes because you were 'starving' so... yeah, you officially owe me your entire life now. Don't make me a liar!"
Sam let out a relieved laugh, leaning his forehead against yours. "Seb you're a legend, I'm gonna fuckin kiss you when I see you man... Seriously I love you."
"Ewww no thanks you gross bastard. Keep your fluids to yourself and stay off me." Sebastian retorted before the line went dead.
Sam tossed the phone onto the velvet cushions and turned back to you, his eyes flashing with a renewed predatory hunger.
He didn't finish getting you dressed, instead he lunged forward pinning you back against the seat and kissing you with a sudden bruising intensity, his hands roamed everywhere mapping your curves through your half on clothes.
"Well," he growled against your lips, his hands sliding possessively down to your thighs. "Change of plans, Seb cleared the deck. No one is coming back for at least an hour... and no one is gonna save you from me now."
He began to worship your face with soft lingering kisses, on your forehead, your eyelids and the tip of your nose as if he were trying to memorize every inch of you.
"I love you so much," he whispered, his voice thick with a raw grounding emotion. "You have no idea how hard it is to be on that stage and not just be touching you like this every second. It’s a fuckin torture love."
"I love you too Sammy," you breathed, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw still feeling the tremors in your legs. "Watching you perform and not being able to reach out and kiss you... Ughh I feel like I'm losing my mind."
He let out a frustrated low groan burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling your scent.
"I fuckin hate this tour schedule sometimes. I’m proud of the music but god... I can’t wait for this to be over so I can have you back in our actual bed. I wanna be able to fuck you whenever I want for as long as I want just like we always used to. No bus doors, no Seb calling me, no friends in the next room... just us."
As he spoke, his hands remained restless, roaming possessively over your body, he began rubbing your nipples through the fabric of your shirt, his thumbs circling the peaks with a heavy rhythmic pressure until they were aching and hard again.
You let out a shaky moan, your hips involuntarily lifting toward him. "Sammy... stop, I thought we were getting dressed," you whimpered, though your hands were already bunching the back of his shirt.
"I can't help it," he rasped, his eyes flashing with that familiar predatory light.
He shifted his weight, grinding his thick throbbing bulge right against your crotch, even through his pants the friction was white hot and sending sparks of heat straight back to your cunt.
He groaned into your mouth, a desperate needy sound. "I still need you so bad. I feel like I could spend the next month inside you and it still wouldn't be enough."
"But Seb said-"
"Seb said we have time," Sam interrupted, his voice dropping to a dark authoritative growl.
He stood up abruptly but he didn't let go of your hand, instead he pulled you up with him, his eyes locked on yours. "And I'm not spending that hour sitting on this couch... We’re going to the bathroom."
"The bathroom?" you laughed breathlessly as he began dragging you toward the small cramped space. "Sam it's tiny in there."
"Exactly," he smirked, kicking the bathroom door open and pulling you inside the narrow mirrored room. "Which means you have to stay even closer to me. Lock the door love."
The moment the bathroom door clicked shut, the space felt impossibly small and suffocatingly hot, Sam didn't even let you find your footing before he shoved you back against the door, his mouth crashing onto yours with a renewed frantic hunger.
This wasn't the playful sneaking around from before, this was raw, desperate and possessive.
"I can't get enough of you," he groaned into the kiss, his tongue sliding deep into your mouth tasting the lingering heat of your last climax.
"Every time I think I've had my fill, you look at me with those eyes and I'm fuckin starving all over again." he whispered as he worked his pants down again.
"I'm gonna fuck you against this tiles until you're screaming my name so loud that even the folks in the town can hear you. You’re mine till we hear them back to this bus and I’m gonna make sure you remember exactly who you belong to."
"Then do it," you challenged, your voice dripping with equal parts love and desperation. "Show me babe, I don't wanna wait another second... I wanna feel all of you."
He let out a dark appreciative chuckle, his hands sliding under your shirt to grip your bare waist as his thumbs was digging into the soft skin of your back.
"I'm gonna give you exactly what you want," he promised, his voice dropping to a gravelly register that made your knees weak.
He pulled back just enough to yank his shirt over his head tossing it blindly into the corner.
You reached out, your palms flat against his warm skin tracing the line of his muscles down to the waistband of his pants.
"You're so fuckin hot you know that?" you whispered, your fingers dipping into his boxers.
Sam hissed through his teeth, his head falling back as you touched him. "Don't... don't start that yet or I won't make it to the shower," he rasped.
He grabbed your wrists pinning them against the door above your head and leaned in to devour your neck.
He sucked a heavy dark mark right over your pulse point, his teeth grazing your skin just hard enough to make you gasp.
"Tell me you're mine," he commanded, his mouth moving to the shell of your ear. "Tell me no one else get to see you like this... No one else get to hear these sounds you make for me."
"I'm yours babe... Ah!~ Only yours," you sobbed out, your body arching into his as he released your wrists only to trail his hands down to your chest.
He didn't stop the kiss as he stripped you bare again, his movements a blur of heat and friction.
"God! I love you... I fuckin worship you," he murmured, his breath hot against your lips kissing you again harshly.
He broke the kiss and reached behind him to turn the shower handle, the sound of hissing water filled the room, steam instantly beginning to cloud the mirrors.
He stepped out of his remaining clothes, his cock thick and aching and guided you into the glass stall.
The hot water hit your skin but it was nothing compared to the heat of Sam's body as he pressed you against the wet tile.
"Hold onto me love," he whispered, his eyes locked onto yours as he positioned himself at your entrance. "I’m gonna make sure you're so full of me that you can't even remember your own name."
He gripped your thighs and hoisted you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs tightly around his waist and your arms locked behind his neck.
He adjusted his hold, his large hands sliding on your ass to take your full weight anchoring you firmly against him.
"You're so needy for me love," he teased softly, his eyes dark with a mix of love and pure unadulterated filth. "So desperate to be filled up aren't you?"
"You're the one who dragged me in here," you panted, your chest heaving against his. "If you don't put your dick inside me right now, I’m gonna lose my fuckin mind."
He let out a dark, triumphant chuckle. "Ok, ok... I love it when you get bossy."
As he positioned himself at your entrance, he leaned in, his eyes searching yours for one intense silent second.
"Look at me," he whispered, his voice a low commanding vibration that cut through the hiss of the spray. "I wanna see your eyes when I'm inside you."
The moment he pushed inside you, burying himself to the hilt in one deep smooth stroke he crashed his mouth onto yours.
He swallowed your sharp gasping cry turning it into a muffled moan that vibrated between your joined lips.
The sensation of him filling you completely while the hot water drummed against your backs was overwhelming, making your head light.
"Shhhh! Stay quiet doll" he murmured against your mouth, his tongue grazing your lower lip before he dove back in for a bruising kiss. "I've got you, just feel me."
He began to thrust into you with a slow heavy rhythm, his hips snapping against yours with a wet rhythmic sound that was drowned out by the splashing water.
Every time he pushed deep hitting that sensitive spot that made your vision blur, he caught your breath with another kiss, his tongue tangling with yours to ensure not a single loud sound escaped the small room.
"Sam... mmph~..." you whimpered into his mouth, your fingers digging into the wet muscles of his shoulders. "God! ngh-ah~... you're so deep... it's t-too much..."
"It’s not enough," he rasped, pulling back just an inch to look at you. "I wanna be s-so deep inside you that you... Fuck!~... you can't walk for days... I want you to wake up tomorrow and still feel where I was... Ahh~ tell me you want that."
"I... ngh!~... I want it," you sobbed out, your voice a hushed, desperate thread. "I want everything you have Sammy... Don't you dare stop."
You were shaking, the friction of him moving inside you combined with the heat of the shower making your senses spiral.
"I'm not going anywhere," he promised, his voice cracking with the effort of holding back. "I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t stand up... ahh Fuck!~ and then I’m gonna carry you back to that couch and do it all over again if I have to. You're s-so fuckin tight around me. It's like you're never gonna let me go."
"I'm not," you panted, your voice a hushed desperate thread. "Never."
He let out a dark needy groan and picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent and shallow as he chased his own release.
He kept his face buried in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your collarbone to stifle his own moans while his hands squeezed your hips, guiding your body to meet every one of his deep punishing lunges.
"You're making me crazy... ohh fuck~..." he hissed against your skin. "You're so perfect for me... Say it... say you're mine."
"I'm yours," you moaned, your body beginning to quiver as the climax started to take hold. "Only yours Sam... Ah!~ Please... Fuck!"
Sam didn’t slow down for a heartbeat, he kept thrusting into you with a heavy relentless pace, his large hands anchoring your hips so firmly that you felt every single vibration of his movement.
Determined to drive him over the edge with you, you tightened your legs around his waist and began to grind back meeting every one of his deep punishing thrusts with a desperate roll of your hips.
"That's it love... keep... ngh~... keep moving with me," he rasped against your lips, his voice trembling with the effort of holding back. "You're doing so fuckin well for me... just like that."
The friction of your bodies, slick with heat and hot water was agonizingly perfect.
"Sammy... ngh~... oh god! Babe," you panted, your head falling back for a second before you surged forward to find his mouth again. "I can't... I’m s- so close... please... Fuck!~ don't you dare stop..."
"I've got you," he growled, his eyes dark and blown wide as he watched the pleasure wreck your features. "I'm right here... Cum for me doll... let me feel you squeezing me."
You crashed your mouth onto his again, kissing him with a bruising frantic intensity that tasted of hunger and salt.
As your tongues tangled, the wave of your climax hit, a violent pleasure that started in your core and radiated through every limb.
You buckled against him, your internal muscles clenching around his length in desperate rhythmic pulses.
The feeling of you breaking beneath him combined with the way you were devouring his mouth to muffle your screams was the final straw for Sam's restraint.
He let out a muffled animalistic groan into the kiss, his body going rigid as your release triggered his own.
"Fuck!~..." he choked out against your lips, his hands bruising your skin as he delivered three final devastatingly deep thrusts.
He spilled inside you, the sensation of his hot thick cum hitting your internal walls making your vision go completely white.
You felt the heavy rhythmic pulses of his cock as he filled you to the absolute brim, his entire frame was shuddering with the force of it.
Both of your moans were lost in that long kiss, the sound of your shared pleasure vibrating between your lips until you were both breathless and spent.
Sam buried his face in your neck, his chest heaving as the hot water continued to drum against your intertwined bodies.
He didn't pull out, he kept you pinned to the tile, his grip on your thighs never wavering even as his muscles turned to lead.
"God!" he finally wheezed, his voice a broken whisper. "I think you actually just killed me... You're trynna put me in an early grave aren't you?"
"You're the one who wouldn't stop," you whispered back, a shaky triumphant laugh bubbling up in your chest as you leaned your forehead against his. "Besides... you seemed like you were enjoying the 'torture' just fine."
"I was," he murmured, pulling back to look at you with so much heat and affection it made your heart ache. "Every fuckin second of it. I love you so much it hurts you know that?"
The steam was still swirling thickly around the both of you as Sam finally gently pulled himself out of you.
You let out a long shaky breath, your muscles feeling like absolute jelly as he slowly lowered you.
The moment your feet touched the wet floor of the stall your knees buckled but Sam's arms were around you instantly pulling you into a tight protective hug.
You leaned your forehead against his damp chest, your skin humming where it met his.
"Steady love," he murmured, his voice still a bit rough. "I've got you... just breathe for me."
"My legs feel like they don't belong to me anymore," you whispered, a tired happy smile tugging at your lips. "You really didn't hold back did you?"
Sam let out a low breathy chuckle, kissing the top of your wet head. "You told me not to, I was just following orders, besides you weren't exactly being gentle with me either."
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes soft. "You okay? Truly?"
"I'm perfect," you breathed, reaching up to swipe a stray lock of wet hair from his forehead. "Just... exhausted."
"I know, we’ve got to move fast though," he said, his focus shifting back to the clock in his head.
He grabbed the soap, quickly and efficiently cleaning both of you. "I'm gonna go grab us some dry clothes, stay right here in the warm water so you don't catch a cold."
"Sammy wait," you said, grabbing his arm as he turned to step out. "Do I look... okay? Like not completely wrecked?"
He paused, looking you up and down with a smirk that was entirely too smug while running his fingers on the marks on your neck. "You look like you've been thoroughly fucked in a tour bus shower darling, but give me ten minutes and I'll have you looking presentable enough to fool Alex at least."
He wrapped a towel around his waist and slipped out into the dim cabin, returning seconds later with a bundle of fresh clothes and a plush towel for you.
He worked with a surprising gentle efficiency patting your skin dry before sliding a fresh oversized shirt over your head.
He helped you into your underwear and your sweatpants, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary on your hips.
"There," he whispered, wrapping a towel around your hair and rubbing it gently. "Almost human again. You think you’ve got enough energy to actually go get those pancakes? Seb is gonna expect a receipt or at least a very detailed description of a restaurant."
You leaned back against the sink and watching him dry his own hair. "Sam I love you more than life itself but if I have to walk even to the front of this bus right now I might actually collapse, I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open."
He laughed, the sound low and warm in the small room. "Fair enough, I think we’ve done enough cardio for one night. Tell you what... you go crawl into the bunk and I’ll handle the cleanup and if anyone ask, we ate so much breakfast food we entered a food coma. Deal?"
"Deal," you murmured, pulling his neck down for one final lingering kiss.
He guided you back to the bunk area, tucked you into the soft cool sheets of your shared bed and kissed your temple gently. "Rest angel, I’m gonna go make sure the lounge doesn't have 'Sam was here' written all over it."
"Okay..." you murmured tiredly, the word trailing off into a soft sigh as you nuzzled deeper into the pillow.
He leaned in one last time, his lips pressing against yours in a slow lingering kiss, it was a soft grounding promise that tasted of lingering heat and total adoration.
He pulled back just an inch as his thumb was grazing your cheekbone. "I'll be right back," he whispered, watching your eyes finally drift shut for good.
Sam hurried back to the rear of the bus moving with practiced speed, he gathered the discarded clothes and wiped down the cushions where things had gotten messy and fluffed the pillows to erase any signs of the struggle.
He made sure the bathroom was dry and the floor was clear before finally retreating back to the bunks.
When he finally slid in beside you, he found you already half submerged in sleep.
He pulled you close, your back against his chest and one of his arms went over your waist to anchor you to him.
You shifted, tucking your head under his chin and sighing contentedly into his skin.
"I love you Sammy," you mumbled into the darkness, your voice thick and heavy with sleep.
"I love you too doll, more than anything," he whispered, closing his eyes just as the heavy hiss of the bus’s air brakes signaled the return of your friends.
A few moments later the main door swung open, the sound of muffled laughter and the rustle of fast food bags filled the front of the bus.
Sebastian and Alex walked toward the back stopping when they saw the curtain drawn and the faint breathing coming from the bunk.
Alex looked at the stillness then glanced at the perfectly clean -perhaps too clean- lounge then back at Sebastian.
He raised an eyebrow looking genuinely confused. "Damn," he whispered, gesturing to the sleeping pair. "Were they serving melatonin with these pancakes or what? They're out cold, they didn't even bring back leftovers."
Sebastian suppressed a smirk, catching the faint unmistakable scent of soap lingering in the air and noticing that Sam's hair was still slightly damp against the pillow.
He shook his head, leaning against the wall and reaching for a bag of chips. "Must have been some really heavy pancakes Alex, let 'em sleep they clearly needs it."
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You arrived to his house trying not to look at his eyes from how flustered you looked, he was holding your hand all the way as he always did, but this time it felt different, it was like the both of you wanted more.
He took you to his room as usual, it was soundproof so the neighbors won't complain about how loud the music is.
"So, what's the plan for tonight" you said leaning at the nightstand next to his bed.
He walk towards you, leaning and towering over you, with both of his hands around you to keep you at your place, your eyes widen.
"What about you tell me first why you look nervous" he whispered in your ear before looking back into your eyes.
"I don't.... I mean I'm not, it's just- I'm ok" you stuttered, also you're screwed as fuck.
"You look like you need something, don't be shy angel I'm here for you"
You felt horny, your face was hot, and you couldn't form a single coherent thought.
"Uhm. I don’t think I am. If it-“
"Don't lie" he cut you off "be a good girl and tell me what do you want me to do to you angel. Come on use your words" he commands
"I want you, Sam" Fuck it, you couldn't take it anymore.
"But I'm here baby" he whispered tracing your chin with his thumb before stopping on your lips, slightly pressing the bottom to separate your top and your bottom.
"I don't wanna be just your friend anymore I need you to fuck me Sammy please"
“That’s it. I was gonna fuck you later anyway, that was the plan, but I don't think either of us can wait much longer”
Sam’s hand snuck into your waist as the other pulled your face closer to his, your body felt weak and you leaned into his touch, you’ve been wanting this for what felt like ages.
His lips connect to yours, it felt better than you ever imagined, warm and sweet. He wasn’t patient, pushing his tongue inside of your mouth and you accepted it happily and kept kissing you now harshly till your need for air broke the kiss.
He sat on the bed taking your wrist to pull you close, you went on your knees next to him on the bed closer to his lap, starting again the heavy make out.
His hand guided your hips to sit on his lap, now you're straddling him, you felt his bulge through his jeans, thank god you weren’t the only one extremely horny.
You had to let go again, catching on your breath and he took it as a chance to take off your shirt and you helped him do the same with his.
His eyes roamed over your body, every inch filling him with a sense of possessiveness and desire.
"Not wearing a bra, huh? Look at you being my perfect little whore. I'm gonna fuck you senselessly till you can't think of anything but me. Is this what you want slut?" he said while playing with your hard nipple with his fingers making your moans louder
"Yes Sam, p-please, need you so bad" With him kissing you again, his hands trailed down your body, starting to explore every curve and every sensitive spot. His touch was gentle yet passionate and needy, his fingers igniting sparks of pleasure within your core, making a series of soft and quiet moans escape you into the kiss.
As his hands traveled lower, his lips left yours, trailing down your neck, your collarbone, and down to your tits.
He took each sensitive nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them alternating between gentle suckling and nibbling, the room now was filled with a symphony of your moans and whimpers, thank god Jodi and Vincent were out of the house.
You couldn't help but roll your hips, grinding on his bulge to get any friction "Sam please, AHH~ I can't take it much longer, please" you plead to him to stop teasing you, you felt so empty and needy for him to fill you up.
And with that you're now pressed on the mattress with his face buried on the creek of your neck, kissing and marking you up with bruises all over your body.
Your chest, tits, neck and every place he gets his lips on was now covered in bite marks and hickeys. He kissed your lips again, harshly making you melt completely.
He broke the kiss and started kissing a trail from your jaw, neck and chest down to your thighs looking at you for permission to take the rest of your clothes off, you nodded and he immediately did.
"Ohh you're socking wet babe, Fuck and you're so soft too. So soft and pretty just for me"
After planting soft kisses on you cunt Sam dipped his tongue along the wet crease of your folds, at this point you were so sensitive you nearly screamed, fingers digging into the pillows beneath you.
He drew the flat of his tongue along the length of your slit, and you whimpered and moaned as your head fell back and your eyes rolled when he returned to your clit again, sucking and flickering his tongue mercilessly and you whimpered out a curse as you grabbed at his hair “Holy fuck Sam Ahh~”
You slung your leg over his shoulder, drawing him closer, he hummed against your clit, sending a wave of pleasure up through your belly and chest.
“Please don’t stop, it's feels so good Sam please~” you murmured, and he chuckled against your skin, continuing with his sweet torture.
You sucked in a breath and you feel your hole clench as his warm tongue flicked against the hard bud of your clit.
You whimpered his name, and he moaned, burying himself between
your thighs again, long, slow strokes against soaked folds.
You grabbed at his hair, unconsciously squeezing your legs around his head.
“ohh fuck~ oh my god, pl-please, it feels so good- please don’t stop, please” you whined and plead, fingers digging into his scalp.
You tried to catch your breath, but even with the air in your lungs being at full capacity, it never seemed to be enough.
“Sam~" you murmured as you tried to find his gaze again, cradling the back of his head.
“Please fuck, I'm so close, Sam, please" you whined loudly, and he doubled his efforts, alternating between swirling licks and gentle suckling.
He pushed a finger inside you then another, stretching you out and your vision went black while delicious moans escaped from your lips, making him melt from how wet and vulnerable you are to him.
He carried on like that, movements smooth and extremely sweet, scissoring you and curling his fingers on your walls hitting your sweet spot over and over and over pushing you over the edge in no time at all while sucking on your clit.
With a loud cry, the knot of your pleasure snapped and your body went still for a moment as you gasped and screamed his name.
Sam paused to leave a soft kiss right above your clit watching him with hooded eyes, you brushed his brown hair back from his face, and he glanced up at you.
"You ok baby?" You nodded as he started to kiss gently again from your cunt and up to your lips, you tasted yourself on his tongue as he kissed you roughly again not giving you a chance to fully catch you breath.
"Words, please angel" he broke the kiss stroking you hair gently
"I never felt this good, Sam" you managed to whisper "You think you're ready for me? I really need to be inside you so bad, I can't wait much longer" he said kissing your neck again. "Yes please, I'm so ready for you" you nodded and he opened his nightstand drawer to get a condom
"We don't need that I have an IUD don't worry" he looked annoyed for a moment but you brushed it off, maybe he was tired of being this hard for all this time.
After that he stood up to take the rest of his clothing, Sam was large and thick and you were sure it's gonna feel better than his fingers.
He climbed on top of you connecting both of your lips again, you could feel the tip of his cock massaging your clit "Sam please, put it in, stop teasing me” you whined feeling tears rushing to your eyes from overstimulation.
And he did finally, he pushed inside of you, hard and full not giving you a chance to adjust to how big he was, but soon after the pain was gone and you screamed in pleasure, loving the way he filled you up.
“oh fuck Sam~” you pant, scratching into his shoulders, and your mind shut off.
It’s been years since you’ve had sex, and with Sam being extremely huge makes it harder to adjust to his size, it was painful but you never felt this satisfied before.
"Fuck!! You're so fuckin tight baby. No one ever got to feel that except for me, you're all mine my sweet angel" Sam murmured between thrusts, trying so hard not to thrust hard into you, but that didn't last and now he's fuckin you hard through his bed and thrusting painfully fast.
You were a screaming mess, crying from how big he was, not able to do anything but moan and scream his name in pleasure with every hard thrust of his. He was now hitting your g-spot and you kept screaming his name as he kept hitting it again and again and again while kept chuckling on how cute you sounded.
"Is that what you want my angel? Yeah? Want me to fuck like the whore you are? Wanna sh-show everyone you're finally mine now? Yeah, You're mine now, Ahh~ all fuckin m-mine, mine to breed, mine to use, my own personal brain dead fuck toy. Right baby?" Sam said between harsh thrusts, alternating between kissing you harshly, and planting open mouthed kisses all over your neck and tits sucking more bruises to mark you up, not giving you a second to rest. You couldn't answer but you nodded to him.
"You're so small under me darling, god if only you can see how cute you look" tears was all over your face, your brows were drawn together from pleasure and your mouth was open, letting out all he sweet noises he wanted to hear all day on repeat.
"Oh fuck, lo-look at the bulge on your stomach baby, I know I'm too big for you but you can take it like the good girl you are right? Just breathe baby I'm here for you ok? You're doing so good for me"
He stopped for a moment and you nodded and slowly tried to catch your breath as he kissed you all over your face.
"That's m- uhh~ my good girl, I love you my angel, I love you so much"
He started his rough thrusts as you came again, you were a wrecked crying mess, you never felt that pleasure before and you had no idea how many times you're gonna cum under him before he show you some mercy, you felt climax after climax, it was like you were on cloud nine or whatever highest cloud is.
You felt overstimulated but the painful feeling leaves you very fast as you approaching your next orgasm.
"Are you mine baby? Are you my pretty little slut? Answer me baby please, use your words, wanna hear you" his voice was gentle and near whispering.
"Yours, only" your had only one thing in mind and it was Sam, and that's all you wanted anyways.
"That's right baby, all mine"
Sam let out a string of curses as he felt your walls clamp down against him again, his eyes rolling back at the feeling as his blunt finger nails were digging into you wrist as he held it over your head while his other hand was digging into the back of your thigh for a better angle.
"look at you doll ta-taking me so well, Fuck, all pretty and Ahh~ dump for me, all mine baby. God if only you can see yourself right n-now, the prettiest girl I've ever fuckin seen" His hips started moving fast again thrusting against yours uncontrollably, as he hissed before letting out a low groan as he came, spilling into you.
"Are you okay angel?" Sam asked as he propped himself on his elbows, hovering over you as one of his hands came to cup your cheek as he stared at you.
You nodded, letting out a sigh as you relaxed into his touch before softly kissing his palm.
“Words, please baby" he commanded, his voice was quite and sweet, watching you as he felt his cheeks burn at how cute you looked. You were covered in hickeys and bruises all over your body, and prints of his fingers where he held your hands, wrists and thighs. He was seeing the best things he has ever seen in his life, it was him who made you feel like that and he was so proud of himself. "I'm okay Sam, god I needed you for so long, can't believe we're finally together" you said softly, opening your eyes to meet his, giving him a tired smile before wrapping your arms around his shoulders.
"I'm all yours now angel, promise you no one can take you from me, you're only mine" he said quietly kissing your forehead and your balms.
"I know you're tired but let's get you cleaned up first, m'kay" he pressed a gentle kiss on your lips as you nodded before lifting your body up, making you straddle him as you nuzzled your face into his neck softly inhaling his scent and kissing him softly as your eyes hazed with sleep.
He carried you to the bathroom, placing you to sit on the counter.
"Baby I need to run the water ok?" he whispered as he pressed kisses on your shoulder and your neck, you let out a small "ok" before unwrapping your arms around him so he could move.
You yawned as you watched him run you a bath, a soft smile formed on your face before you rubbed your eyes.
"Tired huh?" Sam said while hugging you again and going back to kissing your neck and your face, you nodded, eyes closing shut as you failed to keep them open.
"Do you want me to take a bath with you?" he asked in a small voice near whispering pressing a kiss against your ear as he ran his hand through your hair.
"Yes, please" you whispered, as you wrapped your arms around him again.
He carried you and set you into the bath following you behind you.
You laid against his chest, his hands softly washing your body as you sighed and pressed into his touch.
Once the water turned lukewarm Sam got out first, letting you sit in the water as he dried himself as he walked to his room.
He got into a pair a sweatpants and changed the bed sheet before going back to where you were, grabbing a towel, he picked you up and lead you out of the water so he could
dry you off.
After drying you he was gently guiding you back to his room sitting you on his bed and helping you to wear one of his shirts and laying you on the bed as he pulled the covers over the both of you and taking you between his arms, you sighed and relaxed on his arms.
"I always knew there's something special between us ever since the first time I saw you, I love you my angel"
At 02:14 AM the signal was supposed to go dead. Wilbur -or the man the world knew as Argbur- had spent a year building a world out of digital shadows hiding his heart in the static because he was too cowardly to say the words out loud, but when the rain started falling on the bridge and the departure clock began to tick, the poetic metaphors crumbled into raw, bleeding desperation. You were supposed to be on a plane. You were supposed to leave everything behind for a life lived in the light, but you didn't chose it... you couldn't. You chose the wreck and now, the fear is over, the starving is finished and you're where you belong. Wilbur is finally taking what’s his, and he’s going to make sure you never find the way back to the airport again.
Read it on AO3 | Argbur/Female Reader
Tags: Angst, happy ending, too much kissing, sm*t, praises, s*x, shower s*x, multiple orgasms, aftercare
Word count: 17k
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The hum of the engine was the only thing keeping the silence at bay as you drove through the dark midnight sky of the city.
Your hands gripped the steering wheel so tight your knuckles were white matching the pale ghostly light reflecting off the rain slicked asphalt.
The airport was in the opposite direction, your suitcase was still in the trunk, a heavy reminder of the life you were supposed to be starting three hours from now... but you couldn't breathe.
Every time you inhaled, you tasted the phantom scent of stale cigarettes and cheap coffee, every time you closed your eyes... you saw him.
The memory hit you again, a violent jagged flashback that blurred your vision until the road ahead disappeared replaced by the fogged up interior of a beat up sedan parked on the edge of the world.
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The night before at 02:14 AM.
The rain was a rhythmic drumbeat against the roof of Wilbur’s car, a relentless suffocating sound that made the small cabin feel like a diving bell sinking into the dark.
Outside, the bridge lights were mere orange blurs in the downpour but inside, the only light came from the glowing cherry of Wilbur’s cigarette and the dim sickly green of the dashboard clock.
Wilbur -or Argbur as the internet knew the ghost he had become- was hunched over the wheel, his long lanky frame seemed too big for the car, his knees nearly touching the steering column.
He looked wrecked, his hair was a mess of dark brown curls, his yellow sweater frayed at the cuffs and his eyes... they were dark hollowed out pits of exhaustion.
"So," he rasped, the word cracking like dry parchment, he didn't look at you he just watched the smoke curl toward the ceiling.
"Five hours... then the big metal bird carries you away to a city that doesn't smell like wet pavement and disappointment."
"Will... don't," you whispered, reaching out to touch his arm but you stopped yourself an inch away, the air between you felt electric and heavy with things that hadn't been said for years. "I told you it’s a career move, it’s not about... it’s not about escaping."
He let out a sharp jagged laugh that turned into a cough. "Right... The 'career', the grand progression of a life lived in the light."
He finally turned his head, his gaze sweeping over you with a clinical agonizing slowness. "And what am I? Just a flickering monitor in your rearview mirror? A bit of static you finally tuned out?"
"You're my best friend," you said, though the words felt like a lie the moment they left your tongue.
Wilbur flinched as if you had slapped him, he crushed the cigarette into the overflowing ashtray with a trembling hand, his breathing suddenly coming in short shallow hitches.
"Don't you dare," he hissed, his voice dropping into that terrifying low frequency rumble that he used for his broadcasts. "Don't you dare insult me with that word... not tonight... not when I can feel the seconds ticking down like a countdown to an execution."
"What do you want me to say Wilbur?" You cried, the frustration finally boiling over. "You’ve spent months pushing me away! You lock yourself in that flat with your tapes and your ghosts and you only call me when the sun is down and you're too far gone to be rational. What was I supposed to do? Wait for a signal that was never coming?"
He snapped, he lunged toward you not to touch but to invade your space, his hands slamming against the passenger seat on either side of your head, he was so close you could see the individual tremors in his pupils and the way his jaw was locking so hard the muscle was jumping.
"The signal was always there!" He roared, his voice echoing off the fogged glass. "It was in every song I played at 4:00 AM! It was in every coded line of the project! I built a whole world out of digital shadows just so I could hide my heart in it because I was a fuckin coward to say it to your face!"
You were pinned against the chair, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. "Will..."
"I love you," he choked out, the words sounding like they were being torn out of his chest with a rusted hook. "I love you with a desperation that makes me physically sick... I wake up and I taste you in the air, I go to sleep and I hear your voice in the static between stations, I have spent every waking moment of the last year trying to figure out how to exist without being a parasite on your light... and I failed."
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression shifting into something raw and pathetic, he looked like a man who had just confessed to a murder.
"I’ve spent every night imagining what it would feel like to just... to just have one hour where I wasn't waiting for you like a dying dog," he whispered, his long fingers fluttering near your cheek but never quite making contact.
"And now you're leaving... and the frequency is going to go dead... and I’m going to be left in the dark with nothing but the sound of my own heart failing."
The silence that followed was deafening, you stared at him, your mouth open, your brain trying to reconcile the "Best Friend" Wilbur with this shattered broken ghost of a man.
You wanted to reach out, to pull him into you, to tell him you would stay, but the shock had frozen you solid.
Wilbur saw the silence as a rejection, his face went pale, a sickly hollow gray as he pulled away entirely shrinking back into the driver’s seat until he looked small despite his height.
He stared straight through the windshield at the rain. "Get out," he said, it wasn't a command, it was a plea.
"Will... wait... let's talk-"
"Get. Out." He gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles popped. "If you stay one more second I’m going to beg you to stay... I’m going to lose the last shred of dignity I have left! Just go! Go to your bright city and your bright life! Leave the ghost in his machine."
You opened your mouth to argue but the look in his eyes, the sheer unadulterated hurt cut the words out of your throat.
You opened the door, the cold rain instantly soaking your hair and stepped out onto the bridge.
The last thing you saw before he sped away into the fog was the silhouette of his head dropping onto the steering wheel, his shoulders shaking with a sob he didn't want you to hear.
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The flashback snapped shut as you jerked the steering wheel narrowly avoiding a pothole, your face was wet with tears you didn't remember crying.
The city was still awake, the sky was dark, only lit by the half moon in the distance surrounded by few stars but you were heading deeper into the shadows of the old district.
You knew exactly where you were going, you weren't going to the airport, you weren't going to the life you always wanted even though it wasn't the best option.
You pulled the car to a screeching halt in front of his crumbling apartment building, the windows of his flat were dark, save for a single flickering blue glow that pulsed like a dying heart.
You grabbed your bag and ran, you didn't use the intercom because you had a key, one he had given you a year ago and had never asked for back.
Your heart was in your throat as you reached his floor, the hallway smelled of dust and damp, you stood before his door, the wood scarred and peeling and for a second, you hesitated.
What if he wasn't there? What if he had finally tuned out for good?
You slid the key into the lock, it turned with a heavy metallic click before you pushed the door open and the smell hit you first: stale tobacco, overheated electronics and the sharp metallic tang of copper.
"Will?" You whispered into the gloom.
The only answer was the low electric hum of a dozen flickering monitors and the hiss of a tape deck reaching the end of its reel.
The heavy door groaned shut behind you sealing out the outside air and trapping you in the suffocating reality of Wilbur’s world.
You stood in there paralyzed, you had been here dozens of times but the space you walked into now was unrecognizable, it wasn't just the mess of a bachelor, it was the physical manifestation of a mental breakdown.
The living room was a labyrinth of cables and flickering screens, stacks of cassette tapes were piled high on every flat surface, some labeled with dates and cryptic numbers, others just scrawled with your initials.
There were coffee cups everywhere, some with mold furring the surface and the floor was a sea of discarded notes, crumpled ashtrays and loose film reels.
It looked like a nest, a frantic desperate nest built by a man who had stopped caring about the world outside his front door the second he realized you were leaving it.
You stepped further in, your boots crunching on a stray piece of plastic, the silence was only broken by the low electric hiss of the equipments.
You moved toward his main desk, a sprawling wooden beast covered in audio mixers and analog gear, in the center sitting atop a pile of Polaroids -all of them candid shots of you from the last year- was a small handheld recorder.
A piece of masking tape was stuck to the front, on it -in Wilbur’s hurried sloping handwriting- was your name, your hand trembled as you picked it up, the plastic felt cold almost vibrating as you pressed the play button.
The tape whirred for a second, a harsh burst of static filling the room and then his voice broke through, it didn't sound like the Wilbur you knew, it didn't even sound like the poetic brooding "Argbur" from the car, it sounded like a man who had been hollowed out.
"She’s gone," the recording started, there was a long shaky exhale followed by the wet sound of a sob he couldn't keep back.
"I let her get out... I told her to go... I’m such a fuckin coward... I’m sitting here and I can still feel the heat where she was sitting in the car and I think I’m going to die... I actually think my heart is just going to stop."
There was a thumping sound, like he was hitting his head against the desk.
"I can't do this, I’ve spent months trying to build something... a project, a world, a distraction... but it’s all just noise, it’s all just fuckin noise if she isn't there to hear it... I’m looking at the door and I’m waiting for her to walk through it even though I know she’s at the airport... I’m a parasite... I’m a pathetic starving parasite and she was my only light."
A broken jagged gasp ripped through the speaker followed by your name whispered over and over like a mantra.
"I love her... I love her so much it’s disgusting... Please come back... Please just... don't leave me in the dark."
The tape ended with a sharp clack.
The silence that followed was deafening, you stood there clutching the recorder to your chest as tears blurring your vision.
You hadn't just been his friend, you had been his tether to reality, and in your absence... he had unraveled completely.
A soft creak came from the hallway.
You froze, slowly you turned toward the door, Wilbur was standing there leaning heavily against the doorframe as if his legs couldn't quite support his height.
He looked like a ghost that had been dragged back to earth against its will, he was deathly pale, his eyes rimmed with red and sunken into dark bruised hollows, his hair was a matted disaster and his oversized yellow sweater was stretched out at the neck hanging off his bony shoulders.
He stared at you, his gaze dropping to the recorder in your hand and then back to your face.
For a long agonizing moment he didn't move, he didn't even seem to breathe, his eyes went wide reflecting a terrifying mix of sheer paralyzing terror and a relief so absolute it looked like pain.
"I'm hallucinating," he whispered, his voice a wrecked dry rasp. "I’ve finally lost it... the static finally took over."
"It's me Will," you choked out, taking a step toward him. "I didn't go... I'm here."
The sound of your voice seemed to snap the last cord of his restraint, he didn't walk toward you, he collapsed.
He stumbled forward, his long limbs clumsy and shaking as he literally fell into you, his height made him tower over you but as he reached you he folded, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
He was trembling so violently you could feel his teeth chattering against your skin, his arms wrapped around you with a crushing desperate strength, his fingers digging into your shirt as if he were trying to weld his body to yours.
He made a small broken sound, a whimper that was buried in your shoulder. "You stayed," he sobbed, the words muffled by your skin. "You stayed... You’re real... You’re actually here."
"I'm here," you repeated, your own hands tangling in the messy curls at the nape of his neck. "I'm not going anywhere."
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his face frantic and all the poetic metaphors, the clever wordplay and the "Argbur" persona were gone, there was no art left in him, only raw bleeding need.
His hands moved to your face, his palms cold and damp against your cheeks. "I’m sorry," he panted, his breath smelling of stale tobacco and desperation. "I’m sorry I’m a mess... I’m sorry I’m like this I just... I can't breathe when you aren't here... I can't think... everything just turns to gray."
He didn't wait for you to answer, he leaned down and kissed you and it wasn't gentle and it wasn't graceful, it was the kiss of a man who was starving, a man who had been wandering in a desert for years and had finally found water.
His mouth crashed against yours with a frantic bruising hunger, it was messy and desperate, his tongue forcing its way past your lips as if he were trying to swallow your very soul.
He groaned into your mouth, a deep primal sound of relief, his hands sliding from your face to your waist to pull you even tighter against him.
He was shaking, his knees buckling forcing you to back up until your hits hit the edge of the desk knocking over a stack of tapes.
He didn't care, he followed you, his body pinning yours against the wood, his hands roaming over you with a terrified urgency.
He touched your shoulders, your hair, your waist, your hips, your back, checking every inch of you to make sure you weren't going to vanish into static.
"Stay," he gasped against your lips, his voice jagged and mean with desperation. "Tell me you’re staying... tell me I’m not dreaming this... I'll do anything!.. I'll burn all of this... I'll stop the broadcasts just don't leave me again."
"I'm staying Will," you breathed, catching his face in your hands to force him to look at you. "I'm staying right here."
He let out a jagged broken laugh, his eyes filling with fresh tears as he descended on your mouth again.
This time he didn't just kiss you he claimed you, his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, his fingers cold against your skin and you could feel the frantic thrum of his pulse through his fingertips.
He was a man possessed, a man who had finally found the only signal he ever cared about and he was never, ever going to let the frequency go dead again.
The blue light of the monitors continued to flicker around you, the tape deck hiss filled the room but for the first time in a long time, the static was gone.
There was only him, broken, desperate and entirely yours.
"I need you to stay here with me right now," Wilbur rasped, the words catching in his dry throat as he pulled back just enough to look at you with eyes that were dark, blown out and bordering on manic. "I can’t... I can't wait... not another second, I’ve spent a lifetime waiting for this frequency to clear and I’m starving."
Before you could even draw a breath to answer, his large shaking hands slid down from your face to your thighs and he hoisted you up in one fluid desperate motion.
You let out a startled gasp, your legs instinctively locking around his lanky waist as your arms draped over his shoulders to steady yourself, despite the tears still wet on your cheeks, a small watery giggle bubbled up in your throat.
He didn't even stumble, the adrenaline of your presence seemed to have turned his exhaustion into a raw kinetic energy, he carried you down the narrow dimly lit hallway, his strides long and urgent.
He kicked open the bedroom door and the air changed instantly, it was cooler here smelling even more strongly of him, of old wool and the faint metallic scent of the equipment he kept running 24/7.
The bedroom was a mirroring image of the living room’s chaos, more monitors flickered in the corners casting a pale rhythmic blue light over a bed that was a tangled mess of gray sheets and discarded sweaters.
There were books cracked open facedown on the floor and a half finished cigarette sitting forgotten in an ashtray on the nightstand.
"Will!... You’re a menace," you whispered, your fingers tangling in the soft curls at the nape of his neck. "A complete and utter menace."
"I’m a man who lost his mind," he countered, his voice dropping into a jagged private register as he reached the edge of the mattress.
He didn't drop you, he leaned forward laying you back onto the disheveled sheets with a surprising shaky reverence.
"I love you so much I lost my fuckin mind and I don't ever want it back if it means being without this."
He hovered over you immediately, his long frame a heavy comforting weight as he braced himself on his elbows.
He didn't give you space to breathe, he descended on your mouth again, his lips searching for yours with a hunger that felt bottomless.
This wasn't a tentative kiss, it was a collision of years of repressed longing, his mouth was hot and tasted of the coffee he had been living on, his tongue tangling with yours in a slick frantic rhythm.
Every time you tried to pull back to catch your breath he followed you, his hands moving to cup your face, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones with a desperate rhythmic pressure.
"Don't," he groaned against your lips, his voice a low vibration that traveled straight to your core. "Don't stop... Don't pull away... I need to know you're real... I need to feel the air leaving your lungs and entering mine."
"I'm real Will," you panted, your hands sliding under the hem of his yellow sweater to feel the warm solid reality of his skin, he was so thin, his ribs prominent under your palms and the feeling made your heart ache with a fresh wave of devotion. "I'm right here... I'm not a ghost."
"You were," he rasped, his kisses moving to the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then the sensitive hollow of your ear. "Every time I closed my eyes in this room you were a ghost, I’d hear your laugh in the static of the radio... I’d see your shadow on the wall... I was living in a haunted house and I was the one who killed the lights."
He moved back to your lips, his kiss turning deeper, slower and more agonizingly possessive, his hands slid down from your face, his fingers grazing your neck before pinning your wrists to the pillow above your head.
He didn't do it to hurt, he did it because he was shaking so hard he needed an anchor.
"I thought I’d pushed you too far," he whispered into the kiss, his nose brushing yours. "In the car... when I told you to get out... I felt the world end, I sat there and watched you disappear and I’ve never felt more hollow... I felt like a radio tower with the power cut, just a useless hunk of metal standing in the dark."
"I was so angry at you," you confessed, your voice breaking as you arched your back trying to get closer to his heat. "I was so angry that you waited until the last second to tell me, but then I saw the apartment... Will why didn't you tell me it was this bad?"
He let out a sharp self deprecating huff of a laugh, his lips grazing your collarbone.
"Because I’m pathetic... because I didn't want you to stay out of pity, I wanted you to stay because the signal was loud enough for you to hear, I wanted to be enough on my own but I'm not, I'm just... I'm half a person without you."
He released your wrists, his hands immediately diving back into your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he pulled you back into another bruising desperate kiss.
He was moving his hips against yours in a slow rhythmic grind that made your breath hitch, his oversized sweater bunching up between your bodies.
"You’re everything," he murmured, his voice cracking. "You’re the only thing that makes the noise stop, when I’m with you the static goes quiet, everything is just... clear, for the first time in years I can actually see the horizon."
"Then look at me," you commanded softly, pulling his face up so his dark watery eyes had to meet yours. "Look at me Wilbur... I stayed... the airport is miles away and my suitcase is in the car, I’m choosing this... I’m choosing the mess and the monitors and the static... I’m choosing you."
A single tear escaped his eye falling onto your cheek and he let out a jagged broken sob of a laugh, he buried his face in your neck, his breath hot and frantic against your skin.
"God... I don't deserve you, I’m a wreck, I’m a complete unmitigated disaster."
"You're my disaster," you corrected, wrapping your arms around his broad shaking shoulders and pulling him down until there was no space left between you.
He responded by kissing you with a renewed terrifying intensity, it was as if your words had finally given him permission to stop stressing and start taking what's his.
His hands were everywhere, mapping your waist, your ribs and the curve of your hips as if he were trying to memorize your geometry in the dark.
"I’m never letting you leave this bed," he growled against your throat, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made your toes curl. "I’m going to keep you here until you smell like my skin... I’m going to fill your head with so much of me that you forget there was ever a world outside this flat."
"Good," you whispered, your fingers digging into his back. "Do it... ruin me for the rest of the world Will, I’ve been waiting for you to claim this for years."
He groaned, a deep primal sound of victory as crashed his mouth back onto yours, the kiss was longer this time, more rhythmic, a conversation held in the language of tongues and teeth.
The blue light of the monitors continued to pulse in the background, a silent heartbeat for the room but the only sound that mattered was the wet frantic music of your shared breath and the heavy synchronized thud of two hearts finally finding the same frequency.
Wilbur was desperate, his movements frantic and uncoordinated in his haste to feel more of you.
He was a man who had finally found the missing piece of his own machine and as he pressed his forehead against yours, panting and wrecked, you knew that the signal would never go dead again.
The feverish energy that had carried him from the front door to the bed suddenly broke, replaced by a heavy soul deep exhaustion that made his muscles go limp.
Wilbur didn't pull away, he collapsed his full weight against you burying his face in the crook of your neck.
His long lanky frame was a cocoon around yours, his arms locking behind your back with a grip so tight it felt less like a hug and more like a lifeline.
He was shaking, not with the manic adrenaline from before but with a rhythmic bone deep tremor that vibrated through your own chest.
"Will?" You whispered, your fingers smoothing the tangled curls at the back of his head. "You okay?"
He let out a sound that was half sob half shuddering breath, his nose pressing into your skin as he inhaled sharply.
"I’m just... I’m waiting for the static to come back," he rasped, his voice muffled and thick with tears. "I’m waiting for the monitors to flicker and for you to vanish... I’m waiting for the dream to end and I’m terrified that if I move, I’ll wake up in the car again watching you walk away."
"I’m right here," you promised, shifting your legs to wrap more securely around his hips pulling him even deeper into your space. "I’m not a broadcast Will... you can’t tune me out and I’m not going to fade into the background."
He let out a jagged broken laugh, his shoulders hitching against you, he pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against yours, his dark eyes searching your face with a desperate frantic intensity.
He looked at your eyes, your nose, the way your lips were swollen and reddened from his own mouth and reached out a shaky hand, his thumb dragging slowly across your bottom lip.
"You’re so warm," he whispered, his voice cracking. "God! You’re so warm, I’ve been so cold for so long, everything in this flat... it’s all cold metal and glass and plastic... I’ve been living in a machine and you’re the first real thing I’ve touched in a year."
He leaned in, not for a frantic kiss this time but to press his face against yours, cheek to cheek as he let out a long shuddering sigh that seemed to drain the last of the tension from his spine.
"I used to sit here," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low private frequency, "at three in the morning watching the signal on the monitor and imagining the exact weight of your head on this pillow, I’d memorize the way you looked in those old photos on my desk until the colors bled together, I thought I was okay with the ghost of you... I thought I could survive on the memories."
He pulled back to look at you again, his expression raw and painfully honest. "I was wrong.... I was so fuckin wrong... your absence was killing me."
You reached up, cupping his face in both hands, his skin was pale and slightly clammy but he leaned into your palms like a cat seeking heat.
"You don't have to live with ghosts anymore Wilbur... I'm staying, we're going to fix this together, we're going to turn off the monitors for a while."
"Don't turn them off yet," he whispered, a small tired smile finally ghosting over his lips, the first real smile you had seen in months. "I want the blue light, I want to be able to see you, I want to wake up and see that you’re still here caught in the flickering of the screen."
He shifted, pulling the tangled gray duvet over both of you creating a small dark sanctuary in the middle of his chaotic nest.
He tucked his chin over your head, his long fingers tracing patterns on your back through your clothes, his breathing finally beginning to sync with yours.
"I love you," he breathed into your hair, the words finally steady and finally landing where they belonged. "I love you so much it's pathetic... my beautiful, beautiful signal."
"I love you too Will," you whispered back, closing your eyes and letting the hum of the apartment fade into the background. "Always."
In the dim blue pulsing light of the bedroom, the fear was finally over, the desperation had settled into a quiet heavy peace.
Wilbur didn't let go of you... not for a second, as if he was afraid that the moment he loosened his grip the frequency would drift, but for the first time in years the air was clear.
The madness of the last few hours hadn't fully drained from the room, it had just settled into the corners replaced by a heavy vibrating stillness.
Wilbur didn't close his eyes... he couldn't, he stayed propped up on one elbow, his lanky frame casting a long jagged shadow over the bed as he watched you.
The blue light from the monitors in the corner pulsed like a slow electronic heartbeat, in those rhythmic flashes he tracked the rise and fall of your chest, the way your hair was splayed across his gray pillowcase like a spilled inkwell and the faint reddened marks on your neck where he had been too frantic and too desperate.
He looked at the digital clock on his bedside table: 05:42 AM.
By now you should have been standing in a terminal, you should have been surrounded by the sterile scent of jet fuel and the bright unforgiving lights of a departure gate, you should have been three thousand miles away from this cluttered manic nest and the ghost who lived inside it.
But you were here, you were in his bed breathing his air, your skin warming the sheets that had been cold for years.
Wilbur reached out, his long fingers hovering just a fraction of an inch above your cheek, he was terrified to touch you, afraid that the physical contact would be the thing that finally broke the transmission and sent him back to the car on the bridge.
He looked at your closed eyelids, the peaceful curve of your mouth and felt a wave of such intense pathetic gratitude that it made his throat ache.
"She chose the static," he thought, his jaw tightening. "She chose the wreck."
"How?" He whispered, the word so quiet it was barely a vibration in the air. "How are you here?"
He spent the next hour just memorizing you, he wasn't the poet now, he was a scientist recording the only data that mattered.
He counted your eyelashes in the flickering light, he watched the way your fingers curled instinctively into the fabric of his yellow sweater holding onto him even in your sleep.
Every time you shifted he held his breath, his entire body tensing as if he expected you to open your eyes and realize you had made a terrible mistake.
But you didn't, you only sighed, a soft contented sound that bypassed his ears and went straight to his heart anchoring him to the mattress.
Slowly, the sky outside the grimy window began to shift from bruised purple to a pale misty gray.
The morning was coming, and for the first time in his life Wilbur wasn't afraid of the light, the "Argbur" in him, the lonely broadcast obsessed shadow started to recede.
The frantic "must check the signal" urge that usually kept him vibrating with anxiety began to dull replaced by the sheer heavy weight of your presence.
His blinking slowed, the jagged tension in his shoulders finally started to melt away, his muscles softening as the reality of your stay finally... truly sank in.
You weren't a dream, you weren't a coded message, you were a girl who loved him enough to let a plane leave without her.
Wilbur let out a long final shuddering breath, the last of the adrenaline leaving his system as he slid down until his head was level with yours on the pillow, his nose brushing against your hair.
He wrapped his long arms around you, tucking his chin over your shoulder and pulling you flush against his chest.
The hum of the monitors was still there, the tape deck was still hissing, but Wilbur didn't hear them anymore, he only heard the steady synchronized rhythm of your breathing.
As the first real rays of sun hit the dust motes in the air, Wilbur finally closed his eyes and let the darkness take him, falling into the deepest most honest sleep he had known in years, safe, loved and finally... finally home.
The sunlight was different in this room, usually it felt like an intrusion, a harsh glare that exposed the dust and the decay of Wilbur’s isolation but today it was honey gold filtering through the cracked blinds and catching the stray curls of hair on the pillow next to him.
Wilbur had been awake for over an hour, he was lying on his side, his head propped up on one hand, his long body curled around yours like he was shielding you from the rest of the world.
He didn't move, he barely breathed, he just watched the way the light danced across your shoulder.
The terror hadn't completely vanished, it was still there, a small cold knot in his stomach but every time you shifted in your sleep, every time your hand twitched against his chest the knot loosened a little more, you were still here, you hadn't vanished into the gray mist of the morning.
He leaned in, his lips barely brushing the crown of your head, he smelled the scent of his own scent on you mixed with the faint lingering sweetness of your skin, it was the most intoxicating thing he had ever inhaled.
"You stayed," he whispered, his voice a low gravelly vibration that barely carried in the quiet room. "You actually stayed."
He began to trail ghost light kisses across your temple, down to your cheek and finally to the corner of your mouth, he was so careful and so agonizingly gentle as if he was afraid his touch might be too heavy for the reality of the moment.
"You have no idea," he whispered, his voice a jagged broken thread of sound. "How I’ve spent a thousand nights staring at this exact spot on the pillow... just trying to manifest the weight of you, I thought I was finally going insane... I’d look at the empty space where you are right now and I’d feel the static starting to swallow me whole."
He moved his mouth to your temple, his eyes closing tight as if he was trying to anchor himself to the sensation of your skin. "There were nights... god! There were nights where I wanted to set fire to every tape in this room... I wanted to smash the monitors and burn the reels just to make your voice stop echoing in the silence, it was like living with a ghost that wouldn't leave... but wouldn't stay either."
He let out a long shaky exhale against your cheek, his hand trembling where it rested near your waist. "And now you’re here... you’re actually breathing, you’re warm... and you don't smell like metal or dust... I'm so terrified I'm gonna blink and the broadcast is gonna cut to black and I'll be back in the car watching the rain on the glass and knowing I'm alone, please don't be a dream, just... stay real for me... Please."
Finally, the need to wash away the scent of the previous night’s breakdown became too much, he slid out of bed with the grace of a shadow tucking the duvet around you so you wouldn’t feel the cold.
He watched you for one more minute making sure you didn't wake up and realize the room was empty before he disappeared into the bathroom.
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The sound of the shower was what finally pulled you toward consciousness, it was a steady rhythmic hum that competed with the distant buzz of the monitors in the living room, you blinked squinting against the bright dusty light.
For a second the panic hit you, you looked at the ceiling, cracked, stained and unfamiliar then the smell hit you... Wilbur.
Stale tobacco and expensive coffee and something uniquely him, the memories of the car, the bridge and the frantic desperate reunion came rushing back making your heart give a heavy happy thud against your ribs.
You sat up, the sheets slipping down your chest, the room was even more of a disaster in the daylight, it was a graveyard of "Argbur", stacks of cassettes, reels of film and scrawled notes that felt like the remnants of a life lived in a bunker.
You slid out of bed, your bare feet hitting the cold hardwood as you felt a strange sense of ownership over the space now as if by choosing to stay you had claimed the mess as much as he does.
You wandered over to his dresser which had a cracked spotted mirror on one of its doors, pinned to the corner of the frame was a single Polaroid.
It was from a year ago, "A night at the bridge", in the photo Wilbur was looking at the camera but his body was angled toward you, his tall frame leaning in as if gravitating toward your center of mass.
You were laughing, your head thrown back and he had this look on his face... a look of such profound quiet longing that it made your chest ache.
He had hidden it in plain sight all this time, he had been looking at this every morning while he got dressed, a constant reminder of the signal he thought he was losing.
You reached out tracing the edge of the white frame with your thumb, a soft smile tugging at your lips when the bathroom door creaked open.
A cloud of steam rolled into the room smelling of cedar and rain, Wilbur stepped out rubbing a towel through his damp brown curls, he was shirtless, his pale skin still glistening with droplets of water.
He was wearing nothing but a pair of low slung sweatpants that hung precariously off his sharp hipbones, he looked leaner in the daylight, his ribs visible, his collarbones sharp enough to cut.
He stopped when he saw you standing at the mirror, for a heartbeat that familiar flicker of insecurity crossed his face, the fear that you were looking at his madness and regretting it.
But then he saw the smile on your face and the way you were looking at the photo, he dropped the towel and crossed the room in three long silent strides.
He slid his arms around your waist from behind, his skin still damp and cool from the water and pulled you flush against his chest, his height making it easy for him to tuck his chin into the crook of your neck, he was solid, heavy and real.
"I thought I lost that one," he murmured, his voice vibrating through your back as he squeezed you tighter, his large hands splaying over your stomach. "I thought I’d tucked it away in a box somewhere so I wouldn't have to look at what I was missing."
"It’s been right here Will," you whispered, leaning your head back against his shoulder. "You’ve been looking at us every day stop lying."
"I’ve been looking at a ghost," he corrected, his nose brushing against your ear. "The photo didn't talk back, the photo didn't stay when I told it to go... I used to talk to it you know? When the broadcasts were over and the room was too quiet I’d tell it all the things I said in the car last night."
You turned in his arms looping your hands around his neck, up close he looked more human than he had in months, the hollows under his eyes were still there but the manic light was gone replaced by a soft simmering heat.
"You don't have to talk to the photo anymore," you said, your fingers tangling in his damp hair. "You can tell me you love me as much as you want and I'll always tell you how much I love you too, you don't have to talk to a piece of paper anymore.”
"I know," he whispered, his hands sliding down to your hips, his grip firm and possessive. "But I’m still waiting for the catch... I’m waiting for you to tell me that this was a mistake... that you’re just staying for the weekend to make sure I don't jump off the bridge and then you're gonna call a cab."
"Will..."
"No listen," he said, his expression turning serious, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "I'm a lot to deal with, I know I am... I’m messy and I’m obsessive and I live in a house made of static, I don't know how to be 'Normal' for you, I don't know if I can ever be the guy who doesn't need to hear your heart beating just to know the world is still turning."
"I don't want a 'Normal' guy Wilbur," you said, pulling him down until his forehead rested against yours. "I want the guy who kept me between his arms all night in my sleep, I want the guy who built a whole world out of signals just to find me, I’m not leaving because it’s 'Hard' I’m staying because I’m the only one who knows how to read your frequency."
He let out a long shaky breath, his eyes closing as he soaked in your words, a small crooked smirk finally pulled at his lips, the first sign of the old Wilbur, the one who knew how to tease.
"The only one huh?" He rasped, his hands sliding lower pulling your lower body firmly against the soft fabric of his sweatpants, you could feel the heat of him, the hard physical proof that his yearning hadn't ended just because you stayed. "You're very confident for someone who just walked into a haunted house."
"I’ve always liked ghost stories," you teased, your breath hitching as he began to trail his lips down your throat. "Specially the ones where the ghost finally gets what he wants."
"Oh... he’s gonna get it," Wilbur growled against your skin, his hands tightening on your waist. "He’s gonna get everything he’s been starving for."
Wilbur didn't give you a chance to respond to his smirk, he caught your lips in a kiss that was a complete departure from the gentleness of the morning, this was jagged, it was a desperate uncoordinated clash of teeth and tongue that tasted like a man finally reaching the end of a long agonizing fast.
He didn't break the contact as he began to move you backward, his hands stayed locked on your waist steering you toward the bed.
Every time your heels caught on a stray cable or a discarded tabe he caught you, his grip tightening until it was almost bruising, he was a man possessed, his breathing coming in frantic shallow hitches that you could feel against your own mouth.
"I can't... I can't stop thinking about it," he rasped, breaking the kiss for only a second to press his forehead against yours, his eyes were dark, the pupils blown out until only a thin ring of brown remained. "I’ve spent years imagining the sound you’d make if I did this."
He shoved you back onto the mattress, the springs groaning under the sudden weight as you giggled, before you could even settle into the pillows he was hovering over you, his long pale frame casting a shadow that swallowed you whole.
He braced his arms on either side of your head, his eyes locked on yours, he didn't go for your mouth again instead he dropped his head to the side of your neck, his lips dragging over the sensitive skin beneath your ear.
He was so close you could feel the frantic heavy thud of his heart against your own ribs, his breath coming in hot jagged hitches against your ear.
"Will," you gasped, your fingers digging into the muscle of his forearms trying to pull him down to close the agonizingly small gap between you. "You're shaking... look at me... I'm right here... I'm not a ghost anymore, I'm right under you."
He let out a sharp wrecked sound, his eyes squeezed shut as he buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck. "I know," he rasped, his voice a low frequency growl that made your toes curl.
"That’s the problem, you're so fuckin real I can’t breathe, I’ve spent a year starving and now that you’re finally in my bed... I feel like I’m gonna vibrate out of my skin if I don't mark every single inch of you... I need to know that if I close my eyes... I’d still taste you on my tongue."
He let out a low guttural moan, a sound of pure unadulterated relief and began to mark your neck, he wasn't just kissing you he was biting you making you moan loud, his teeth grazing your pulse point before his tongue followed to soothe the sting.
"You're so fuckin loud," he whispered into your skin, his voice a gravelly ruined mess. "Even when you're quiet the sound of you is the only thing I can hear... it’s been driving me insane... I’d be in the middle of a recording and I’d just... I’d smell your hair, I’d feel your skin, I’d have to stop because the static was getting too loud."
His hands moved to the hem of your shirt, his fingers fumbling with the fabric in his haste, he wasn't being smooth he was being desperate, he tugged at the material, his knuckles brushing against your stomach and sending jolts of electricity through your nerves.
"Help me," he choked out, his eyes pleading as he looked down at you. "Get this off... I need to see you... I need to know there’s nothing between us, no more signals, no more clothes just... just you."
You reached up, your own fingers shaking as you helped him pull the shirt over your head and toss it somewhere into the mess of the room, the second your skin was bare Wilbur made a sound like he had been struck.
He didn't move for a heartbeat, his gaze roaming over you with a terrifying reverent intensity, he looked like a man staring at a miracle he didn't believe he was allowed to touch.
Then he collapsed against you, his hands were everywhere at once, mapping the curve of your ribs, the softness of your waist and the swell of your breasts, he was touching you like a man trying to learn a new language by touch alone.
His kisses became rougher and more frantic moving from your neck to your collarbone leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
"Mine," he muttered, the word vibrating against your skin. "Tell me you're mine... tell me I’m the only one allowed to do this... the only one allowed to see you like this."
"Only you Will," you panted, your hands digging into his shoulders, your nails leaving white crescents in his pale skin. "I've always been yours."
He let out a sharp jagged breath and moved back to your mouth, his kiss turning into something deep and demanding, he was tasting you, claiming you, his tongue sweeping through your mouth with a possessive rhythm that made your head spin.
He pulled back just an inch, his lips still grazing yours, his breath hot and smelling of the soap from the shower. "Do you have any idea?" He rasped, his eyes dark and dilated searching yours with a manic intensity.
"How many nights I sat in that chair staring at the monitor until my eyes bled just picturing you exactly like this? Spread out on my sheets... looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters?"
"I thought about it too Will," you panted, your hands sliding down his back feeling the tension in every muscle. "I thought about you every single night."
"Not like I did," he growled, his hand sliding up to grip your jaw forcing you to keep eye contact. "I didn't just think about you, I obsessed... I pictured exactly how loud you’d scream my name if I did this... how you’d look with your hair a mess on my pillow and my marks all over your neck, I wanted to ruin you love, I wanted to make you so addicted to me that the idea of an airport, of a plane, of anything that isn't this room felt like a death sentence."
"Then do it," you challenged, your voice breaking as you pulled his head back down. "Stop talking about it and just ruin me... I’m right here... I’m yours."
He let out a jagged triumphant sound against your mouth. "You have no idea how much I'm gonna take from you, I’m gonna make you so shaky you won't be able to stand, I'm gonna fuck every other memory out of your head until the only frequency you can tune into is mine... you're never gonna look at another man without feeling the ghost of my hands on you, tell me you want that... tell me you want me to be the only thing left in your head."
"I want it," you sobbed into the kiss, your nails digging into his shoulders. "I want you to leave nothing else... just you Wilbur... only you."
He looked like he was vibrating out of his skin, his pale torso slick with a thin sheen of sweat that caught the afternoon light, he didn't know how to be gentle, he only knew how to be near, he pressed his face into the valley between your breasts, his breathing ragged and hot.
"Don't let me go," he whispered, his voice cracking with a sudden sharp vulnerability. "Even if I get weird... even if the static comes back... don't let me go, I’m starving for you, I’m literally dying for you."
"I've got you," you whispered, pulling his head back up to yours. "I'm not going anywhere Wilbur... keep going... don't stop please."
Wilbur suddenly pulled back, his arms locked straight as he braced himself over you, he was panting, his chest heaving and the sheer unadulterated desperation in his eyes was enough to make your blood hum.
He didn't say anything for a long moment he just stared down at you, his gaze dragging over your bare skin with a possessive territorial hunger, his long fingers twitching against the sheets.
"Do you have any idea," he started, his voice dropping into a raspy jagged growl that felt like sandpaper against your nerves. "How many times I’ve sat in that chair out there staring at a blank waveform and pictured exactly this? Pictured you underneath me looking exactly this wrecked for me? All while you were thinking about leaving me alone in this hellhole."
He didn't wait for an answer, he leaned down, his mouth crashing back onto yours for a second, a hard punishing kiss that tasted of salt and obsession before he tore himself away to bury his face in the crook of your neck again, he inhaled sharply, a sound that was half groan half sob.
"I’m gonna mark you so deep you’ll feel me under your skin for months," he muttered into your collarbone, his teeth grazing the bone before he sucked a dark bruised rose into the skin.
"I’m gonna make sure that every time you try to walk you feel the weight of what I did to you... I want you limping, I want you sore, I want you so full of me that you can’t even remember your own name... only mine, I want you screaming my name until your throat is as ruined as mine is."
You looked up at him through your lashes, a small breathless smirk playing on your lips despite the way your heart was hammering against your ribs as you reached up, your fingers trailing lightly over the sharp line of his collarbone tracing the damp skin still cool from his shower.
"You talk too much Wilbur," you whispered, your voice a low teasing hum that made his jaw lock. "A whole year of waiting for this and all you have for me are threats? I thought the big bad ghost of the bridge was actually gonna do something, are you gonna keep making speeches or are you actually gonna show me why I missed my flight?"
Wilbur let out a sharp jagged hitch of a breath, his eyes darkening until the brown was completely swallowed by black, his grip on your waist tightened until it was borderline bruising, his knuckles white.
"You think I'm just talking?" He rasped, his voice dropping into a dangerous gravelly register. "You think I’m gonna let you tease me after I’ve been starving for a lifetime? You have no fuckin idea what you’re playing with."
His hands slid up from your waist, his thumbs found your nipples circling them with a frantic rhythmic pressure that made your back arch off the mattress, he watched your face as he did it, his pupils so blown out they were just bottomless black voids.
"Then prove it Wilbur," you gasped, your voice breaking as he increased the pressure. "Stop... ah!~... stop talking and prove it... I’m right here... mmmh!~... I’m not a ghost on a screen anymore... I’m right under you... show me how much you wanna ruin me."
"Look at you," he choked out, a dark tilted smirk pulling at his lips as he saw your breath hitch. "Look how you’re shaking... you still think I'm just talking yeah? I'm gonna fuckin ruin you."
"Will... please," you gasped, your fingers digging into his biceps trying to pull him back down. "Don't stop... just... don't stop."
"I'm never stopping," he promised, his voice a filthy low frequency vibration. "I’m gonna spend the next few hours making up for every second I spent waiting for you, I’m gonna ruin those pretty little noises you make and turn them into something loud, something filthy, something that belongs only to me."
He leaned down again, his tongue dragging across the swell of your breast before he took one peaked nipple into his mouth, he wasn't gentle, he used his teeth, a sharp demanding nip that made a high pitched keen escape your lips.
He let out a muffled groan against your skin, his hand sliding down to the opening of your pants, his fingers hooking into the waistband with a terrifying urgency.
"I’m gonna be so deep inside you that you won't know where the static ends and I begin," he whispered, moving back up to your ear, his hot breath making you shiver. "I’m gonna fuck the airport right out of your head and make you forget there’s a world outside this door... it’s just us... it’s just this room and the bed and me finally taking what’s mine."
"Stop talking Wilbur... please," you sobbed, your voice breaking as you reached down, your fingers hooking frantically into the waistband of his sweatpants.
"Tell me you want it," he demanded, his hand gripping your hip so hard it was gonna leave a mark. "Tell me you want me to ruin you love, tell me you want the ghost to finally come alive inside you.”
"I need you Wilbur," you cried out, your head tossing back against the pillow as his mouth returned to your neck, his kisses turning frantic and rough. "I want everything, don't be gentle just... give it to me... All of it."
He let out a jagged triumphant laugh, his forehead resting against yours for a brief electric second. "You have no idea what you just asked for," he rasped, his eyes burning with a desperate allconsuming fire. "But I’m gonna show you every... single... detail."
He dived back into the hollow of your throat, his hands working at the last of your clothes with a manic speed.
The last barrier of fabric didn't stand a chance against the intensity in Wilbur’s hands, he stripped the remaining clothes with a frantic uncoordinated speed, his breath hitching in his chest every time more of your skin was revealed to the dusty afternoon light.
When you were finally completely bare beneath him he didn't move, he just hovered there, his ribs heaving, his eyes tracking every curve, every dip, every shadow of your body like he was trying to memorize the image into his mind.
"God," he choked out, the word sounding like a prayer and a curse all at once. "You’re so... you’re actually here... you’re real... I’m not looking at a screen... I’m not looking at a photograph."
He didn't wait for you to answer before he collapsed back onto you but he didn't go for your mouth, he started at your collarbone, his kisses desperate and wet moving down the center of your chest.
He was worshipping you, his tongue tracing the line of your sternum, his hands sliding under your lower back to hoist you up molding your body to his.
"Will... please," you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his damp curls pulling him closer. "I can't take it anymore... I’ve been thinking about this since the bridge."
"The bridge was a lifetime ago," he muttered against the skin of your stomach, his breath hot and frantic. "You're here now... we're finally together... you're all mine."
He continued his descent, his kisses turning into a trail of fire as he moved lower, his hands sliding to your inner thighs, he pushed your legs apart with a firm possessive urgency, his eyes looking up at you from between your knees.
He leaned in peppering the sensitive skin of your inner thighs with soft nipping kisses that made your entire body vibrate, he moved higher and higher until he was inches away from your cunt, the heat of your body radiating against his face.
"I need to taste you," he whispered, his voice a ruined gravelly rasp. "I’ve spent years imagining what this would be like... I’ve smelled you in my dreams... I’ve tasted you in the static... I need to make sure the reality is better than I’ve ever imagined... I need to feel how real you are."
"It's better Will," you panted, your head tossing back against the pillows, your hips instinctively rolling toward him. "I promise it's better... just... please... I need you inside me right now."
"Not yet," he growled, his hands gripping your thighs so hard his knuckles were white. "I’m gonna take every bit of this... I’m gonna drink you until I’m sick with it."
Then he finally dived in, the first touch of his tongue was a shock to your system, a hot slick glide that made a high pitched scream rip from your throat.
Wilbur groaned against you, a deep vibration that you felt in your very bones, he wasn't gentle, he was starving, he used his tongue in long demanding strokes, his nose buried in your heat, his hands moving up to grip your hips and hold you steady as he feasted on you.
"Do you like that?" He rasped, pulling to look into your eyes, his lips slick and shining in the light. "Tell me... tell me if I’m doing it right, tell me if I'm doing good for you baby please."
"Yes... ah!~... Will... yes," you panted, your fingers tangling in his damp curls pulling him closer and deeper. "It’s... it’s perfect... you’re... mmph~... you’re so good at this... please... don't stop.”
"I'm never stopping… you taste like everything," he muttered, pulling again for a split second, his lips glistening. "You taste like the only thing worth living for, tell me you like it, tell me you want me to keep going until you can't breathe."
"I love it... Will... please... more!... Don't stop!" You wailed, your hands clutching the bedsheets, your knuckles white. "You're doing so good baby... I want you to take everything... I wanna feel you everywhere!"
"I've got you," he rasped, diving back in with a renewed frantic energy. "I'll be so good for you baby."
He was relentless, he used his tongue with a rhythmic possessive intensity swirling over you before dipping inside with a deep demanding pressure, he was tasting you like a man trying to memorize a frequency, his nose pressed into your heat, his eyes closed in absolute agonizing focus.
He kept asking, kept demanding your praise, his voice a low constant hum of "Good?" and "You like this don't you?" and "You’re mine say it."
"You're... you're amazing," you sobbed, the pleasure building into a tight agonizing coil in your gut. "I'm... I'm yours... I love you... I love your mouth... Will!... please!"
As he continued to work his tongue he slid two long calloused fingers inside you, the sudden fullness made your eyes roll back in your head, he was rhythmic and relentless, his fingers mimicking the pace of his tongue, stretching you, filling you and marking the internal territory he had waited years for.
"You're so tight and wet for me," he whispered, the words a filthy low frequency hum against your skin. "You're practically drowning me, is this what you wanted? To have me worshipping you like a god in this shithole apartment?"
"Yes!... Yes Wilbur!... More!... Please!" You cried out, your breath coming in short jagged gasps. "I wanna cum for you... I want you to feel what you're doing to me!"
"Then do it," he growled, his fingers moving faster and deeper, his tongue centering on your clit with a terrifying precision. "Cum for me... break for me baby... I’m right here for you baby."
The tension in your body coiled tighter and tighter, a high pitched frequency that was about to snap, you could feel the climax rushing toward you like a tidal wave, your legs shook, your toes curled and suddenly... you went over the edge.
You screamed his name, your body bucking against his mouth as waves of pure electric pleasure crashed through you.
But Wilbur didn't stop.
As your body began to pulse around his fingers he kept going, he kept his tongue moving, kept his fingers pushing deep inside you forcing the orgasm to stretch out, to turn from pleasure into something bordering on overstimulation.
"Will!..." You sobbed, your hands trying to push at his shoulders but he was an immovable weight. “Will!... Stop!... I can't... it's too much!”
"No," he growled, his voice dark and possessive as he looked up at you through the curls falling over his eyes. "I told you... I’m starving... you don't get to stop just because you came once, I’ve been waiting years for this... I’m gonna keep you right on this edge until you don't know where you are, you’re staying right here with me... in the static."
He dived back in, his tongue even more demanding now, his fingers never slowing their frantic slick pace, his desperation turned into a focused beautiful cruelty, he wanted to see you cum again and again until you were nothing but a shivering wrecked mess beneath him.
"You're mine," he muttered against your thrumming pulse. "Every scream, every twitch, every drop... it's all mine, tell me you aren't going anywhere, tell me you're staying in this bed until I'm done with you."
"I'm staying... ah-hahh!~... I'm staying forever!" You wailed, your head hitting the mattress as a second wave of pleasure started to build, even more intense than the first. "Only you Will!... Only you!"
"That's my girl," he whispered, his eyes burning with a terrifying absolute love. "That's my beautiful perfect girl.”
He ignored the way your hands clutched at his shoulders trying to push and pull at him simultaneously as the overstimulation turned your nerves into live wires, he didn't care that you were already wrecked, he was a starving man who had finally found a feast and he was going to devour every last second of it.
"I can't stop," he gasped out, his voice a ruined jagged wreck as he looked up at you from between your legs. "I'm sorry... I'm so fuckin sorry baby but if I let go of you right now I think I'll actually die... I've been so cold for so long and you're so warm."
He dived back in but this time he wasn't just worshipping you, he was aggressive, he pushed his tongue deep inside you mirroring the way he wanted to fuck you, his face buried in your wetness.
He was tasting the very depths of you, his nose pushing against your clit while his tongue worked in a rhythmic punishing slide.
You let out a broken high pitched scream, your head tossing violently against the pillows. "Will! It's... it's too much!... Ahh-ha!~... please... I’m so sensitive... I can't... I can't breathe!"
"Don't breathe then," he growled, the words vibrating against your inner folds. "Just feel me... feel how much I need to be here, tell me you can feel how much I’ve been dying for this... Answer me! Tell me you feel me! Tell me you like that!"
"I feel you!... God!... I feel everything!" You wailed, your fingers tangling in his damp curls and pulling him even harder against you. "You're everywhere... nghh~... you're ruining me Wilbur!"
"Good," he hissed as his fingers pushed deeper inside you again. "I wanna ruin you... I wanna see you all broken for me baby."
He was searching for something inside your walls and he found it, a specific sensitive ridge deep within you that made your entire body go rigid the moment his knuckle grazed it, his eyes widened reflecting the blue flicker of a monitor as he felt your internal muscles clamp around him in a desperate spasm.
"There," he whispered, a dark triumphant light in his gaze. "You like it when I touch you here baby yeah? Tell me your mine come on."
"Yours!" You shrieked, the word tearing out of your throat as a raw jagged sound that didn't even feel like your own, your hands flew to his wrists not to pull him away but to anchor him there, your nails biting into his skin as you fought to stay grounded. "I’m yours... ah!~... Wilbur... please!... I’ve always been yours!... I’m the only one who stayed... I’m the only one who wants the mess!... Just... nghh-ha!~... don’t stop!... Ruin me... just don't let me go!”
He didn't just touch your g spot he abused it, he began to hook his fingers against it with a frantic rhythmic intensity, his movements uncoordinated but perfectly aimed, he was hitting that sensitive nerve over and over and over, his tongue following the same pace driving you toward a cliff you weren't ready to fall off of.
"Wilbur!... No!... Ah-ah-haa!... Stop... please!" You sobbed, your back arching so high only your heels and head were touching the mattress, the pleasure was so sharp it felt like a knife cutting through the overstimulation and making your vision go white.
"Shhh… I know you love it!" He roared, his voice cracking with his own desperation. "I wanna hear you shatter! I wanna hear the exact moment you realize you can never, ever leave this room! Tell me who owns you! Tell me whose fingers are ruining you right now!"
"You!... You do!.... Ahh-hah!~... Wilbur... please!... Only you... haahh!~... I'm cumming!... I'm... Ah!~... fuck!"
The climax hit you like a physical blow, your body arched against him, your internal walls pulsing and tight around his fingers, your voice losing all form as you screamed into the quiet of the apartment.
It was too much, too loud, too bright, too intense, too good, too warm, you felt like you were dissolving into the very static he loved so much.
Wilbur didn't stop even as you came again, he kept his fingers hooked against that spot, kept his tongue flickering and sucking on your clit forcing the waves to continue long after they should have subsided.
He was trembling, his own body close to its breaking point, his eyes streaming with tears of sheer pathetic relief.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," he whispered over and over and over though his movements didn't slow, he pulled your hips even closer dragging your lower body toward the edge of the bed so he could get even deeper. "I'm sorry I'm so greedy... I'm sorry I'm so broken for you but you're so beautiful when you scream like that... you sound like the only truth I've ever known."
"Will... please... I'm so... I'm so tired," you panted, your voice a tiny wrecked thing.
"I know love, I know," he murmured, finally pulling his hand out only to immediately crawl up your body pinning you beneath his damp pale chest.
He was shaking, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your own, he tucked his face into your neck, his breath coming in jagged wet hitches. "I'm so sorry... please don't hate me... please tell me you're still here! Answer me! Just say my name once please."
"Wilbur," you breathed, your arms flopping uselessly around his neck, your fingers barely able to twitch. "I'm here... I'm... not... I'm not going anywhere... you're... you're a menace."
He let out a jagged broken laugh, he was looking at you with a look of such absolute terrifying devotion that it made your breath catch.
"I love you," he whispered, his thumb dragging across your swollen bottom lip. "I love you so much I'm gonna make you stay in this bed until the sun goes down and comes up again and then... I'm gonna do it all over again."
He moved back to your mouth, his kisses turning hard and demanding again, they weren't the poetic soft brushes of a best friend, they were desperate and possessive, he tasted of coffee and the sharp metallic tang of his own desperation.
"Will," you breathed into his mouth, your voice a tiny wrecked rasp. "You’re... you’re gonna kill me... I can’t... my legs are like lead."
"Then let them be lead," he muttered against your lips, his voice a low vibrating growl as he didn't stop kissing you, his tongue tracing the line of your teeth before diving back in. "Let me carry the weight, I’ve been carrying this weight of wanting you for years, I can handle a few more hours of you being weak for me... just stay... just keep making those noises."
"I'm staying," you panted, your fingers weakly clutching at the damp curls at the nape of his neck even though your muscles were trembling from the overstimulation.
The sight of him, this raw unpolished needy version of Wilbur made a fresh wave of heat bloom in your chest. "I wanna please you Will... I wanna see you finally... haa~…finally let go."
Wilbur pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes were dark, his pupils so wide they looked like bottomless voids, he looked wrecked, a beautiful disaster of a man.
"You have no idea," he whispered, his thumb dragging across your bruised bottom lip. "You have no idea how much I’ve needed to hear you say that... to know that you’re not just enduring me... but that you want the mess I am."
You looked up at him, a tired but devious smile pulling at the corners of your mouth as you reached down, your hand sliding under the waistband of his gray sweatpants feeling the hot hard reality of him.
"I want all of it Wilbur, the mess, the static, the love... and I want you to stop talking and finally show me what happens when the signal breaks."
Wilbur let out a sharp choked off sound, halfway between a laugh and a sob, that was it, that was the final wire snapping, the last shred of his restraint disintegrated.
"God... you're crazy," he growled, his voice dropping into a filthy dark register. "You're calling me a menace when you're that desperate for me baby? Let's see who's more crazy."
He didn't waste another second, still hovering over you he used one hand to frantically shove his sweatpants down his hips, he was clumsy in his haste, his breathing turning into a series of jagged shallow hitches.
You let out a soft genuine laugh, a sound of pure affection and heat and reached down with your legs using your heels to help hook the fabric and push the pants all the way down until they were kicked onto the floor.
He was bare now, his long pale body completely exposed to the blue flicker of the monitors as he looked down at you, his face flushed, his chest heaving.
"I'm sorry I'm so fast," he rasped, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. "I'm sorry I'm such a fuckin wreck for you."
"Don't apologize," you whispered, reaching up to cup his face. "Just come here."
He descended on you again, his mouth crashing onto yours with a renewed intensity. "I’m gonna make sure you never forget the way this feels," he whispered into the kiss, his words a blurred frantic stream of confessions. "I’m never letting the airport have you back... you’re mine do you hear me? You’re the only thing that’s real."
You didn't answer with words, you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him firmly into the cradle of your hips, the feeling of his bare skin against yours, the friction, the heat and the sheer nearness of him made your head spin.
Wilbur stiffened, his entire body going rigid as he felt the invitation, he pulled back, his hands sliding under your lower back to hoist your hips up tilting you perfectly for him.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice shaking with the effort of holding back. "Look at me love, I wanna see your eyes when I do this... I wanna see the exact moment you realize you’re never leaving this bed."
You did as he said, your eyes locking onto his as you saw the terror, the love and the absolute terrifying devotion in his gaze, you saw the man who had built a world of signals just to find you, you saw the man who was finally, finally home.
He pushed forward entering you in one slow agonizingly deep stroke and the feeling was unlike anything you had ever experienced, it wasn't just physical, it was an emotional tidal wave, it felt like the static in the room suddenly went silent replaced by a single perfect note.
Wilbur let out a long broken groan, his forehead dropping against yours as he buried himself to the hilt. "Fuck," he choked out, his eyes welling with fresh tears. "You’re so... you’re so tight... you’re so warm... it’s like... it’s like the world finally makes sense."
"Will," you sobbed, your hands digging into his back, your nails marking his skin. "It feels... it feels s-so good."
He didn't move for a long moment, he just stayed there anchored inside you, both of you shaking with the sheer weight of the connection.
The static was over, the yearning was satisfied and the signal was clear.
"I've got you," he whispered into the quiet of the room, his voice finally steady. "I've got you baby... and I’m never letting go.”
Wilbur didn’t just move, he surged, it was a frantic uncoordinated friction at first, the kind born of a man who had spent years living on memories, he was shaking, his long arms trembling as he held his weight over you, his eyes never leaving yours, wide, watery and terrified of the very pleasure he was experiencing.
For you it felt like a low voltage current suddenly spiking, a heavy sliding friction that made your internal muscles clench in a desperate attempt to hold onto the sudden fullness of him.
Every time his hips hit yours the air was knocked out of your lungs replaced by the scent of his damp skin and the overwhelming heat of a body that had been a ghost for years finally becoming solid, heavy and undeniable inside you.
"Is it... is it okay?" He rasped, his voice cracking on the last word as he thrust again, a deep heavy slide that made your breath hitch in a jagged sob. "Do you like the way I feel inside you? Tell me... tell me it's better than you ever imagined, tell me you can feel every inch of me."
"It's... Hhah!~... it's so good Will," you panted, your head tossing against the pillow, your fingers digging into the corded muscle of his shoulders. "You're so deep... god~... it's... it's too much... I love it... I love you."
The confession seemed to break something final in his chest, he let out a sound that was half sob half growl and descended on your mouth again.
This wasn't a loving kiss, it was an act of consumption, he tasted of salt and the sharp metallic tang of his own desperation, his tongue swept through your mouth with a possessive rhythm that mirrored the frantic pace of his hips.
He couldn't stop kissing you, he moved from your lips to your jaw to the pulse point in your neck that was already purple with his marks then back to your mouth as if he were trying to breathe your very soul into his lungs.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured against your skin, his words a blurred hot stream of worship. "My beautiful... beautiful signal, I’m never letting the noise back in... I’m gonna fill your head with so much of me that there’s no room for anything else."
He shifted his angle, his hips grinding into yours with a blunt agonizingly perfect pressure that hit that sensitive ridge he had discovered earlier. "Do you like when I hit you there? Tell me love, tell me what you need."
You let out a high broken moan, your legs locking even tighter around his waist pulling him in until there wasn't a single molecule of air left between your bodies. "Yes!... Ahh!~... Right there!... Will!~... Hnghh~... please... don't stop!"
"I'm never stopping," he promised, his voice a filthy low frequency vibration that traveled straight to your core.
He began to move with a renewed terrifying intensity, his thrusts becoming faster, more rhythmic and more certain. "I'm gonna spend the rest of my life making up for every second you weren't in this bed, I’m gonna fuck the airport right out of your memory... I’m gonna make you forget there was ever a world outside this flat... it’s just us... it’s just this frequency."
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his face flushed and sweat dripping from his temple onto your chest, he looked like a man possessed, his pupils blown out until his eyes were just bottomless black voids of need.
"Tell me you're mine," he demanded, his hand coming up to grip your jaw forcing you to keep eye contact through the haze of overstimulation. "Tell me you're never leaving me again... tell me who owns this... who owns every noise you make... my perfect beautiful girl."
"You do!... Ahhh!~... You!... Wilbur!" You wailed, the pleasure building into a white hot coil in your gut. "I'm yours... I'm only yours!... Please... Will!... I'm close... I'm so close!"
"Good girl," he choked out, his own breathing turning into a series of jagged shallow hitches. "Stay with me... look at me don't close your eyes... I wanna see you break... I wanna feel the exact moment you cum all over my cock."
He increased the pace even more, his movements turning into a frantic blurred assault of heat and friction, he was hitting you so deep you felt him throbbing on your cervix, his long frame shaking with a violent rhythmic tremor.
He was crying, the tears falling onto your cheeks and mixing with your own but his body didn't slow down, he was a man reaching the end of a desert and the water was finally within reach.
"I love you," he sobbed into your mouth, his tongue tangling with yours one last time as the tension in his body reached a breaking point. "Look how you take all of me... I love you so much it’s disgusting... I’m gonna cum... Fuckfuckfuck... I’m gonna... Ahh!"
The climax hit like a physical blow, a violent jagged release that made both of your bodies go rigid at the exact same moment, you screamed his name, your voice losing all form as the world dissolved into pure unadulterated static.
Wilbur let out a primal guttural roar of victory burying his face in your shoulder as he came so deep inside you, his body racking with the force of his release.
He didn't pull away once the initial wave of the climax began to subside, he stayed anchored as deep as he could go, his chest heaving against yours as he tried to catch a breath that seemed permanently stolen.
He was still shaking, a violent rhythmic tremors that felt like the aftershocks of a massive earthquake.
He was sobbing, the tears hot and wet against the crook of your neck. "I’ve got you," he whispered, his voice a ruined gravelly thread that barely rose above the sound of his own thudding heart. "I’ve finally got you... tell me... tell me you’re still here... don't go quiet on me now love... please."
"I'm here Will," you panted, your voice a tiny wrecked thing, you were so overstimulated that even the air hitting your skin felt like a touch but you didn't pull back, you tightened your arms around his neck, your fingers stroking the damp tangled curls at the nape of his neck. "I’m... I'm not going anywhere... I’m right here."
He let out a jagged broken laugh and finally lifted his head looking down at you with a look of such absolute terrifying devotion that it made your heart give a heavy happy thud, his face was a mess of flush and tears, his lips swollen from the intensity of his kisses.
"You're so beautiful when you're wrecked for me," he murmured, his thumb dragging across your bottom lip tracing the bruise he had left there. "You look exactly like the version of you I used to dream about when the static got too loud, only better because you’re warm and you’re breathing... and you’re mine."
He leaned down catching your lips in another kiss, this one is slow, lingering and heavy with the taste of the salt and the intimacy you both just shared, it was a silent promise, a declaration that the broadcast wasn't over.
"I love you," he whispered against your mouth before pulling back just an inch, his eyes searching yours as if he still couldn't quite believe the signal hadn't cut to black. "I love you so much it hurts to breathe, stay in this bed with me? Just for a while? I need to make sure you're real for just a little bit longer."
"As long as you want Wilbur," you breathed, pulling him back down to the safety of your chest. "As long as you want."
The monitors in the room continued their low electric hum but for the first time in years the apartment was truly silent, the ghost was gone and in his place, was the man who had finally found his way home.
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The quiet that followed was heavy, thick with the scent of sex and the lingering scent of Wilbur’s obsession, he stayed draped over you for a long time, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing finally slowing from a frantic gallop to a jagged exhausted rhythm.
Every few seconds, his fingers would twitch against your skin, a tiny involuntary reflex as if he were constantly checking to make sure the signal hadn't dropped out.
"I need to wash you baby," he murmured eventually, his voice a low gravelly vibration against your collarbone, he sounded more grounded than he had all night, the manic edge replaced by a bone deep protective tenderness. "I don't want you feeling uncomfortable, I wanna take care of you."
He moved with a slow careful ease this time, a stark contrast to the desperate fumbling from before, he slid out of bed and reached back down gathering you into his arms as if you were made of the finest most fragile glass.
Your legs felt like lead, heavy and trembling from the overstimulation, you willingly tucked your face into the crook of his neck as he carried you into the small humid bathroom.
The light in the bathroom was dim and filtered through the steam as he turned on the water, he didn't put you down immediately he just stood there in the center of the room holding you against his bare chest while the pipes groaned and the air grew thick with the scent of cedar soap.
When the water was warm enough he stepped under the spray with you still in his arms, the heat hitting your sensitized skin made you gasp, a soft sound that made Wilbur tighten his grip.
He finally set you down on your feet but his hands never left you, he kept one arm wrapped firmly around your waist anchoring you to his side while he reached for the soap.
His touches were agonizingly slow, he ran the soapy sponge over your shoulders, down your back and along the curve of your hips with a focus that was almost reverent.
He lingered on every bruise he had left and every dark rose colored mark on your thighs, his thumb tracing the edges of the discoloration with a quiet triumphant intensity.
He was learning you all over again, verifying that you were solid, that you were warm and that you wasn't going to dissolve under the water.
"You're so real," he whispered, his eyes dark as he watched the water run over your skin, he moved the sponge between your legs, his touch gentle but lingering cleaning you with a thoroughness that made your breath hitch. "I can still feel you shaking... I can still taste you."
You looked up at him, your vision slightly blurred by the steam and the stray droplets of water clinging to your lashes, Wilbur looked incredible, his hair plastered to his forehead in dark heavy curls, his pale skin glistening, his chest still heaving slightly.
The sight of him so raw and focused entirely on you, made a fresh insistent throb start up deep in your belly.
You reached out, your hand sliding up his wet chest to rest over his heart, it was still hammering, a fast frantic rhythm that matched your own.
"Will," you breathed, leaning in until your lips were brushing against his. "I don't think I'm done with you yet.”
Your fingers trailed downward moving past his navel to where he was already growing hard again, the physical proof of his never ending hunger for you, your palm sliding down the length of him in a firm hungry motion that made his entire body go rigid feeling the hot rigid reality of his need.
He let out a sharp jagged intake of air, his hand pausing on your hip as his fingers dug into your skin. "Love..." He choked out, his head falling back against the shower tile. "you're exhausted... you can barely stand…”
You were exhausted, yeah, but there was a secondary surge of adrenaline now, a greedy need to feel the way his composure shattered under your touch again.
You increased the pace, your thumb tracing the crown of his length before your hand swept back down jerking him with a rhythmic demanding intensity that mirrored the way he had just worshipped you.
"Then hold me up," you challenged, a small devious smile pulling at your mouth. "I wanna feel you so deep inside me while the water is hitting us... I wanna make sure you're no longer cold."
You didn't wait for his permission, you leaned up and caught his bottom lip between your teeth kissing him with a sudden renewed hunger that tasted of soap and cedar, your other hand slid around his neck pulling his head down, your tongue searching for his in a frantic wet glide.
Wilbur let out a low guttural growl deep in his throat, a sound of pure unadulterated surrender as he didn't break the kiss, he couldn't, he was a man possessed once more.
Without a word he hooked his large hands under your thighs and hoisted you up, your legs instinctively locking around his waist as he took two long strides and slammed you back against the cold wet tile of the shower wall, his body pinning you there with a heavy territorial force.
The impact of the cold tile against your back was a shock but it was instantly eclipsed by the searing heat of Wilbur’s body crushing yours.
You didn't just kiss him back you fought for him, your mouth moving against his with a desperate slick hunger, your hands tangled in his wet hair pulling him closer as if you could somehow merge your skin with his.
Between gasps for air you pressed your forehead to his whispering against his lips. "I love you... god... Wilbur I love you so much... don't stop... never stop."
Wilbur's breathing was a series of jagged wrecked hitches, his hands gripping your thighs with a bruising strength tilting your hips upward as he positioned himself at your entrance, he was trembling not just from the cold water but from the sheer terrifying weight of his devotion to you.
"I love you more baby... I've got you," he rasped, his voice sounding like it had been dragged over broken glass. "I'm not letting go... not again."
He pushed forward entering you in one slow agonizingly deep slide, the feeling of him filling you while the hot water cascaded over your shoulders was a sensory overload that made your head snap back against the tiles, you let out a long broken moan that echoed off the bathroom walls, your internal muscles clamping around him in a frantic welcome.
Wilbur froze for a second, his eyes squeezing shut as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his chest heaving against yours.
"Is it... is it good?" He choked out, the question sounding like a plea for salvation. "Tell me it’s good... please... tell me you can feel how much I need to be here."
"It's… it's perfect Will," you sobbed, your voice a tiny wrecked thread of sound as you tightened your legs around his waist urging him closer. "You're so deep... you feel amazing... ahhh!~... you're s-so good to me honey... you're... mmm~... exactly what I need."
The praise seemed to fuel him, grounding him in the reality of your shared heat as he began to move, a slow deliberate rhythm that felt like he was trying to map the very limits of your body.
Each thrust was deep and heavy, a slow motion wrecking your senses and made the steam in the room feel like it was glowing, he moved his hands from your thighs to your waist holding you steady against the wall as he drove into you, his movements possessive and certain.
He kept the pace agonizingly slow, relishing the way your breath hitched with every deep sliding contact, he was looking at you with a gaze so raw and unpolished that it felt more intimate than the physical act itself, he was no longer a ghost haunting a bridge, he was a man -solid and real- carving his name into the very center of your world.
"I’m never gonna be cold again," he whispered, his voice a low frequency vibration that hummed through your entire body. "As long as I’m inside you... the static is dead, it's just you, it's just the sound of your heart."
"Then let the static stay dead," you gasped, your voice breaking as you arched your back against the tile, the water slicking the space between your bodies as you pulled him back to your neck. "I’m here... I’m right here Will... I’m... fuck!~... I'm the only frequency you ever need... I’m never... leaving you in the cold again... ah!~... stay right there... keep doing that."
The sound of your voice seemed to anchor him but it also stoked the embers of his desperation, he pulled back just enough to look at you, his face a beautiful wrecked mask of desire and devotion, the steam curling around his damp hair like a shroud he was finally stepping out of.
He crashed his lips back onto yours, a deep bruising kiss that tasted of his soap and the salt of his earlier tears, it was a frantic wet glide of tongues that mirrored the slow heavy friction of his hips.
"Tell me," he demanded against your mouth, his voice dropping into a filthy possessive growl as he ground himself against you. "Tell me you're mine... I need to hear it again... tell me whose body is this."
"Yours," you wailed, the sound echoing off the tiles as your fingers dug into his wet shoulders. "I’m yours Wilbur!... Only yours!... Ahh!~... it feels so good... you’re so big... mmh!~... please... more... I love you!"
"Good girl," he choked out, his eyes darkening until they were just voids of need. "I wanna hear you louder... I want the neighbors to know you're mine... I wanna hear the exact sound of your voice breaking because of me, it’s the only thing that makes this real baby."
He shifted his weight, his large hand sliding down from your waist moving through the cascading water until his thumb found your clit, he didn't just touch it he rubbed hard, a frantic rhythmic pressure that collided with the slow agonizing depth of his thrusts.
The contrast was devastating, the slow thick slide of him entering you to the hilt making you feel every vein and every ridge of his skin combined with the sharp electric friction of his thumb sent a jolt of pure fire through your nervous system.
"Wilbur!... Ahh-hah!~... No!... Will!" You screamed, your head slamming back against the wall as your vision fractured into white light, your internal muscles clamped around him in a series of violent desperate spasms trying to pull him even deeper, trying to swallow the sensation whole.
He crashed his mouth back onto yours swallowing the high broken shriek that tore from your throat, it was a chaotic punishing kiss, you were torn between wanting to scream and wanting to pull his tongue deeper into your mouth, your teeth clashing as you fought for air and for him.
Wilbur pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes dilated until they were bottomless black pits reflecting the sheer mania of his love.
"That's it," he rasped, his own breath coming in ragged shallow hitches as he watched you shatter. "Scream for me... let it out, I’ve spent years in silence... I’m never gonna get tired of the sound of you, you’re so fuckin perfect... you’re so tight... god look at what you’re doing to me.”
"Will... Ahh!~.. Will... I'm so close," you sobbed, your voice a wrecked airy whisper, your internal muscles were already starting to pulse clamping around him with a rhythmic desperate force that made his jaw lock. "I'm... I'm gonna... hh-ha!~... Wilbur!"
"I know... I know baby," he rasped, his voice a low vibrating growl that hummed through your shared connection. "I’m close too... I’m right there with you."
He didn't wait, he abandoned the slow agonizing pace and began to thrust hard, his hips slamming against yours with a bruising territorial finality, the sound of skin hitting skin was lost in the roar of the shower but the feeling was everything.
He caught your lips again, his kiss turning deep and demanding muffling the loud vibrating moans that were bubbling up from your chest.
When the climax finally hit it was like a fuse blowing, you let out a muffled frantic scream directly into his mouth, your body racking with violent rhythmic tremors as you shattered against him, you were tightening on him so hard it was almost painful, your walls pulsing around him in a frantic attempt to keep every bit of him anchored inside you.
Wilbur let out a sharp choked off sound against your lips, a mixture of your name and a broken prayer, he didn't slow down he thrusted harder and faster, his movements becoming a blurred assault of heat and friction as he chased you into the white light.
He buried himself to the absolute hilt, his body going rigid as he came deep inside you for the second time, his release hitting your cervix with a force that made your toes curl.
He let out a long guttural roar that was swallowed by the kiss, his fingers digging into your hips so hard they were going to leave white marks in the red bruised skin, he kept his mouth locked onto yours sharing the taste of your shared salt and the hot humid air of the room until his knees finally started to give way under the weight of his own relief.
He didn't let go, he just sagged against you pinning you to the tile with his heavy trembling frame, his forehead dropping into the crook of your neck as the water continued to rain down on both of you finally washing away the last of the cold, the last of the static and the last of the distance.
"I feel so warm," he whispered into your skin, his voice thick with a relief that bordered on heartbreak, he tilted his head to look at you, his eyes glassy and soft. "You’re so perfect, I forgot what it was like to feel something this... this solid... this good."
You reached up, your fingers trembling as you cupped his wet face thumbing away a stray droplet from his cheek, you leaned in pressing a soft tired kiss to his salt stung lips. "I’ll make sure you never feel cold again Will," you breathed against his mouth. "The static is gone... I’m staying right here."
He let out a long shaky exhale resting his forehead against yours for one more quiet moment before he finally pulled out of you, the loss of his heat made you shiver but he immediately gathered you back into the spray.
He was incredibly gentle now using his large hands to wash away the evidence of your shared franticness, his touch lingering on every inch of your skin as if he were still memorizing the texture of you.
"Ready to sleep now love?" He murmured, his voice a low gravelly hum.
"Yeah," you whispered, your eyelids already feeling heavy as the adrenaline finally ebbed away. "God yeah."
He shut off the water, the sudden silence of the bathroom feeling heavy and intimate as he dried you off with a thick white towel treating you with a terrifyingly sweet reverence.
He walked you back to his room and sat you at the edge of the bed before wrapping you in his favorite clean black shirt he had pulled from the dresser, while you pulled the fabric over your head he stepped into a pair of sweatpants, his long skinny frame looking soft and domestic in the dim light.
He slid in behind you on the bed and you giggled tiredly as he hooked his arm around your waist hoisting you back until you were flush against his chest settling both of you into the messy sun warmed sheets.
"You're a menace Wilbur," you murmured, tilting your head up to look at him, you leaned to press a final sleepy kiss to his jaw. "I hope you know you’re the most obsessive dramatic man I’ve ever met."
Wilbur let out a crooked tired smirk, his fingers already tangling in your damp hair stroking the strands away from your face with a steady rhythmic motion.
"I know," he whispered. "But you're the only one who didn't run away so I think that makes you just as bad."
He pulled the duvet up to your chin, the weight of it settling over you like a promise. "Do you think you'll still be here when the sun goes down?" He started to ask, his voice dropping into a vulnerable quiet register. "Do you think you could-"
But he stopped, your head tucked perfectly into the hollow of his neck, your hand resting limply over his heart, your breathing leveling out into the deep steady rhythm of sleep.
A soft jagged laugh escaped his lips, he buried his face in your damp hair inhaling the scent of his soap on your skin.
"Sleep baby," he whispered into the quiet room as he tightened his grip just a fraction feeling the solid rhythmic thud of your heart against his own. "You’re finally real... you’re actually finally real.”
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