The moment the front door clicks open, my heart stutters to a halt. Samās silhouette fills the doorway, his travel worn bag slung over one shoulder, and for a second, I canāt breathe. Three weeks. Itās been three weeks since Iāve seen him, since Iāve felt the warmth of his smile or the solid comfort of his arms around me. The exhaustion of his European tour is written across his face, but the second his blue eyes land on me, it melts away. The bag thuds to the floor, forgotten, as he crosses the room in quick strides, his long legs eating up the distance between us.
āHey,ā he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion, as he pulls me into a tight embrace. I bury my face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him, a mix of his cologne, the faint tang of airplane air, and something uniquely Sam. His arms wrap around me like a shield, holding me so tightly I feel like Iāll never slip away again. āGod, Iāve missed you,ā he says, his voice vibrating against my skin.
āIāve missed you too,ā I reply, my fingers tracing the familiar lines of his back through his shirt. His muscles tense under my touch, and he sighs, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head. āThree weeks felt like forever,ā I whisper, and he nods, his grip tightening.
We spend the evening curled up on the sofa, a blanket draped over our legs, sharing stories like weāre piecing ourselves back together. He tells me about the sold out shows, the late night laughs with his bandmates, and the endless hours on the tour bus. I laugh at his cheeky anecdotes, my heart swelling with pride for him, even as I ache for the moments weāve missed. In turn, I fill him in on my university life, the late night study sessions, the coffee fueled mornings, and the friends whoāve kept me company while heās been away.
His hand finds mine, our fingers lacing together, and I feel the warmth of his touch like a balm. āItās good to be home,ā he says, his thumb brushing the back of my hand. I smile, leaning my head on his shoulder, and for a moment, the world feels right again.
When itās time for bed, he pulls me close, his body spooning mine as we lie under the covers. The room is dark, lit only by the soft glow of the streetlamp outside, and the silence between us is comfortable, yet charged. āIāve missed this,ā he says, his breath warm against my neck. āJust being here with you, feeling you next to me.ā
I turn to face him, my heart swelling at the tenderness in his eyes. āMe too,ā I reply, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. His skin is warm under my fingertips, and I feel the familiar pull of desire, slow and steady, like a tide rising.
But as the quiet stretches between us, the longing builds, thick and undeniable. Samās gaze deepens, his hand cupping my cheek, and I see the hunger in his eyes, mirrored in my own. āIāve missed you,ā he says, his voice low and rough. āAll of you. I need you.ā
His lips find mine in a kiss thatās slow and deliberate, like heās savouring every moment. His mouth moves with a tenderness that makes my heart ache, his tongue brushing against mine in a rhythm that feels both familiar and new. I melt into him, my fingers tangling in his hair, as he pulls me closer, his touch both reverent and desperate.
āTake your time,ā he murmurs against my skin, his breath hot as he kisses his way down my neck, my collarbone. His hands are unhurried, slipping my shirt off my shoulders with a gentleness that sends shivers down my spine. āI want this to be perfect, for us.ā
His words wrap around me like a promise, and I nod, my hands guiding him as he undresses me, his gaze never leaving mine. Thereās something raw in the way he looks at me, like heās seeing me for the first time all over again. When Iām bare, he pulls me onto his chest, his arms wrapping around me like a cocoon. āIāve missed holding you like this,ā he says, his voice soft, before kissing me again, deeper this time, our breaths mingling as we lose ourselves in each other.
His hands roam, gentle but firm, tracing the curves of my body like heās rediscovering every inch of me. I feel his fingertips linger on my waist, my hips, my thighs, sending sparks of desire through my veins. āYouāre so beautiful,ā he whispers, his lips brushing my ear, and I shiver, my skin flushing under his words.
He guides me above him, his eyes never leaving mine as he shifts, his hands urging me to straddle him. I hesitate for a moment, but he smiles, his gaze steady and full of reassurance. āIāve got you,ā he says, and I nod, lowering myself onto him, feeling him press against me, thick and insistent, but still, waiting for my lead.
āYouāre in control,ā he murmurs, his hands resting on my hips, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin of my lower back. I take a deep breath, my heart pounding, and begin to move, slow and deliberate, feeling him slide into me, inch by inch. His breath catches at the sensation, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before locking back onto mine. āGod, you feel so good,ā he groans, his voice thick with need.
I move above him, the pace unhurried, every touch, every kiss, every whispered word filled with the weeks of longing. His hands grip my hips, guiding me gently, his touch both supportive and worshipful. āIāve missed this,ā he says, his voice hoarse. āBeing inside you, feeling you like this.ā
I lean down, my lips brushing his as I move, our breaths mingling in a rhythm that matches the slow, steady pace of our bodies. āI love you,ā he pants, his voice thick with emotion, his hands moving up to cup my face. āI love you so much,ā I reply, my voice breaking as the tension builds, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter.
His fingers dig into my hips, his body tensing as he thrusts up to meet me, the pace quickening as we near the edge. āDonāt hold back,ā he murmurs, his lips brushing mine, and I let go, my walls clenching around him as I cry out, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. He follows, his body shuddering beneath me, his release hot and intense, his name a ragged whisper on my lips.
Afterward, he holds me close, his forehead pressed to mine, both of us breathless and sated. āThat wasā¦ everything,ā he murmurs, kissing my nose. I smile, snuggling into his embrace, the warmth of his body and the softness of the moment wrapping around me like a blanket. āWelcome home,ā I whisper, and he smiles, pulling me even closer, the world outside fading away as we drift off, tangled together, hearts full, and bodies finally reunited.
But as sleep begins to tug at my eyelids, I feel his hand trace lazy patterns on my back, his breath evening out against my skin. The room is quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside, and I realize this is just the beginning. Three weeks apart have only deepened what we share, and as I lie here, cradled in his arms, I know thereās so much more to come.
Samās fingers pause, his touch lingering on the small of my back, and I feel him stir, his lips brushing my hair. āYou awake?ā he asks, his voice soft, almost hesitant.
I hum in response, my eyes still closed, and he shifts, his hand cupping my cheek, turning my face to his. āIāve got something for you,ā he says, his smile cheeky, that familiar spark returning to his eyes.
Before I can ask what he means, he rolls us over, his body hovering above mine, his weight careful, deliberate. āThought weād try something a little different,ā he murmurs, his lips brushing my jawline, my neck. His hands slide down my sides, his touch sending shivers through me, and I feel a flutter of anticipation in my chest.
āWhat do you mean?ā I ask, my voice breathy, my body already responding to his nearness.
He grins, that shy, nervous smile that always makes my heart skip. āLet me show you,ā he says, and before I can protest, heās kissing his way down my body, his lips mapping every curve, every inch of skin heās missed. His hands follow, gentle but purposeful, as he explores me like itās the first time, his touch sending sparks of desire through my veins.
I arch into him, my breath catching as his mouth finds the sensitive spot behind my ear, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that makes me shiver. āSam,ā I murmur, my hands tangling in his hair, but he just smiles against my skin, his lips moving lower, his tongue tracing patterns that leave me trembling.
āJust relax,ā he whispers, his breath hot against my stomach, and I try, I really do, but every touch, every kiss, every whispered word pulls me deeper into the moment. His hands slide down my thighs, urging them apart, and I feel a flush of heat as he settles between them, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
āSam,ā I breathe, my voice a plea, but he just hums, his mouth hovering dangerously close, his breath teasing me, tantalizing me. āNot yet,ā he murmurs, his fingers tracing the edges of where I need him most, his touch light, teasing.
I whimper, my hips arching off the bed, but he holds me down with a gentle hand, his lips curving into a smile against my skin. āPatience,ā he says, his voice low, and I feel a flicker of something new, a mix of anticipation and trust.
His mouth finally finds me, his tongue pressing against my core, and I gasp, my hands gripping the sheets as he explores me with a slow, deliberate rhythm. āSam,ā I moan, my body tensing, but he just chuckles, the vibration sending shivers through me.
āNot yet,ā he repeats, his lips moving higher, his teeth grazing my hip bone in a way that makes me squirm. His hands slide up my body, his touch gentle, his fingers brushing my breasts, my nipples, before moving back down, his mouth following, leaving a trail of kisses in its wake.
Iām a mess, my body aching for him, but he takes his time, his touch both torturous and tender. āPlease,ā I whisper, my voice desperate, but he just smiles, his lips brushing mine in a soft, teasing kiss.
āSoon,ā he promises, his hands sliding down my thighs again, his mouth following, his tongue pressing against me once more. This time, he doesnāt hold back, his lips and tongue moving with a purpose that sends me over the edge, my body shaking as I cry out, his name a ragged whisper on my lips.
He holds me through the aftermath, his arms wrapping around me, his lips pressing soft kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, my lips. āThat wasā¦ incredible,ā I murmur, my voice still shaky, and he smiles, that cheeky grin that always makes my heart flutter.
āJust wait,ā he says, his voice low, his eyes sparkling with promise. āWeāre just getting started.ā
And as he pulls me close, his body pressing against mine, his lips finding mine in a kiss thatās both tender and hungry, I realize heās right. This is just the beginning, and I canāt wait to see where he takes me next.
We need one of like reader being so tired from work maybe sheās like an nhs girlie like his mam was š„ŗ and she comes home and breaks down and he just totally babyās her x
A safe space.
Warnings: none, super fluffy :)
Iām not sure if I like this, any feedback is welcomed! Thank you for all of your requests, Iām going to get through them all, Iāve had a few similar ones too that I might combine.
āAye, a dunno mam. I mean you know how it is, she seems exhausted.ā Sam sighed as he sat on the sofa, biting his nails slightly as he spoke to his mam on the phone.
Working in a hospital wasnāt for the week, and if anyone knew that, it was his mam. Her dedication to the NHS over the years showed Sam just how hard those within the service worked, often with inadequate pay and unjust management surrounding them. He often felt like a fraud watching his girlfriend shuffle through the front door after a 12 hour shift. Their careers couldnāt be more different, and Sam was the first to admit YN worked levels harder than he did.
It wasnāt like YN needed to work, Sam had everything covered financially. But her passion and empathy for nursing outweighed the idea of packing in work to live off her boyfriend. Sam admired her strength and determination, seeing the toll the job often took on her.
Like today. When YN came through the front door, muttering a āhiyaā towards Sam before heading upstairs for a shower. It had been one of those days. The kind where her legs felt as though they were ready to give out any second and the weight of the world was resting on her shoulders. Her entire shift was spent running from patient to patient, putting on a smile for those who truly needed it. Even when sheās stepping into a hot shower, she heard the buzz of the hospital, the shouting of her name and the constant beeping of machinery.
Samās mam was the first person he went to for advice with his girlfriend. Particularly surrounding her job and the pressures that came with it.
āRight Iāll let you go anyway mam, sheās getting out the shower now. Cheers, love you.ā Sam spoke lowly to his mam before ending the call and placing his phone on the sofa.
As he looked up, there she was. YN stood at the end of the sofa, smiling down at Sam tiredly before taking a seat next to him, her legs instantly found his lap as she laid down.
āAlreet gorgeous, how ya doin?ā Sam grabbed hold of one of her legs, giving them a soft rub in circular motions.
āTired. How are you?ā YN spoke as her eyes drifted towards the TV.
Sam quickly paused whatever rubbish was playing and turned towards YN.
āAye, no offence darlin. But you look shattered. Is everything alright?ā Sam looked into her eyes with concern.
That was enough to set her off. Tears streamed as she sobbed into her hands.
āS-sorry, I donāt knowā¦I donāt know why Iām crying,ā she managed to explain through her cries.
āOh darlin, hey come on. Come ere. Itās okay.ā Sam pulled her up into his chest, letting his t-shirt soak up her tears. He stroked her hair gently and waited until she was ready to speak. This wasnāt the first time Sam knew YN wasnāt feeling the best. He knew sometimes she just needed to cry to let her emotions out.
āWhatās happened?ā
āItās just thatā¦I just donāt know if I can do it anymore in the hospital.ā She took a deep breath before lifting her head up to look at him.
āItās got to be your decision babe, you know Iāve got you no matter what. I just want you to be happy.ā Sam explained softly to her, tucking a piece of her hair out of her face.
āI-I know, itās just the constant calls, feeling like Iāve not done enough because weāre understaffed and Iām working about 5 peopleās jobs.ā She sniffled.
āJust when I get back on schedule again, another job comes in and Iām rushed off my break to get back onto the ward. Iāve not even had a cuppa today.ā She laughed slightly at that. As did Sam. He knew her love for a brew.
She sighed, pulling herself together again.
āIām sorry, you donāt want to hear me ranting as soon as I get through the door.ā She apologised, playing nervously with the necklace that hung around Samās neck.
āIf it makes you happy, Iād listen to anything you have to say darlin.ā
Samās heart broke as she looked up at him, pressing a quite peck to her lips. He knew the toll her job had been taking on her - the long shifts, the emotional strain, and the late nights. It was hard for him to watch, but this? This was different. She was utterly drained, emotionally and physically.
After a few moments, Sam pressed a kiss to her forehead and spoke again, his voice so tender. āIām gonna make you something to eat, yeah? You need some proper rest. Youāre doinā too much for everyone else. Let me take care of you tonight, yeah?ā
Her heart ached with gratitude as she nodded, the simple act of him caring for her like this washing away some of the heaviness sheād been carrying.
He didnāt leave her side. While he prepared her favorite comfort food, he made sure she had a blanket to snuggle in. He even set up her favorite movie to play, knowing it would distract her from the mental exhaustion. He was always in tune with what she needed, even when she didnāt have the words to express it.
When he came back with her meal, he handed it to her with a soft smile. āEat, love. Youāve gotta take care of yourself too. You do so much for everyone else, but you deserve to rest. Let me look after you for a bit.ā
As she took a bite, she realised how lucky she was to have someone who saw her, really saw her, the moments of strength and vulnerability, the quiet struggles she carried. And in that moment, she allowed herself to rest, knowing that with him, nothing mattered anymore.
After watching her favourite film and having something to eat, Sam looked over to YN who was fast asleep cuddled up in a blanket on the sofa. Her legs remained in his lap, heād been massaging them since sheād finished eating, trying to relieve some of the pain.
He gently freed himself from her legs before gently picking her up, careful not to wake her. He placed her into their bed, pulling the covers over her before gently getting in beside her.
She stirred, cuddling into his chest.
Sam smiled and kissed her forehead. āYouāre doing amazing, you know? Youāve got a heart of gold, and Iām so proud of you.ā
She shuffled closer into his chest at his words with a sleepy smile on her face. As they both drifted off to sleep.
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Warnings: 18+, smut, degrading language, choking, jealous Sam ā¼ļø
The lights dim, and the buzz of the crowd grows louder. I can feel the excitement vibrating through the floor, and my heart skips a beat as the stage lights flicker, signaling that itās almost time. The air backstage is thick with anticipation, the sound of roadies running around, adjusting cables, making last-minute checks. But Iām not focused on any of that right now. Iām focused on Sam.
It had been hard adjusting to life on the road with him, confined often to the tour bus with the rest of the band. Most nights heād come back to the bus too tired to even think about giving me affection, it was bound to take its toll. Well, until today. I longed for Sam, watching him on stage knowing heās mine made me so proud.
Iād decided to stand in the crowd today, ignoring Samās protests that it āisnāt safe for a pretty lass like you out thereā, I was determined if not anything. So I made my way out there, right in the middle towards the front, so Sam would be able to see me perfectly.
The band came out, the crowd erupted into cheers. Iād positioned myself nicely with a group of lads probably a similar age to myself. Weād begun chatting, making small talk whilst waiting for Sam to come on.
āIām Alex, by the way.ā The tall brunette exclaimed to me.
āNice to meet you, Iām YNā I smiled back politely.
The boys offered to help me out if the crowd gets too wild. Iād failed to mention the fact that Sam and his security had full eyes on me anyway.
Around half way through the gig, the beginning chords to āSpiceā rung out. That was it, the crowd went mental. Iāll admit I was having fun in the crowd, supporting my rockstar boyfriend and letting my hair down. I saw Sam glancing at me every so often, clearly keeping an eye.
When the crowd erupted into chaos at āHowden Aldi Death Queueā, I accepted Alexāsā offer in getting me on his shoulders. Bad move in hindsight. But I knew Sam wanted me to be safe. After securing a safe spot, I looked up at my view of Sam. That was when I realised this was a very bad idea.
His eyes darkened, as he strummed his guitar with what I could only describe as rage. I thought back to the lack of attention heād given me lately, the excuses of his āheadachesā or him being too ābusyā. I enjoyed the rest of the concert on Alexās shoulders, of course it meant nothing. No one would even come close to Sam, but I loved getting him riled up.
As the concert came to an end, I thanked Alex and his friends before quickly rushing back stage to meet Sam, who completely pushed past me in my attempt to congratulate him.
āGreen room - now.ā He demanded, not even glimpsing in my direction, although I knew he was talking to me. Everyone did.
Eager to please, I ran after him to the green room. When I arrived Sam was already opening a beer for himself. His back turned to me, his arms locked onto the table in the corner of the room. I could hear him taking deep breaths, he was pissed.
āYou did amazing!ā I said daringly.
Sam spun around at my words, his anger seeping through his facial expressions. He took a big swig of his beer before setting it down on the table with a loud thud.
āAye, you had a decent view like, didnāt ya?ā Sam taunted.
My face burnt red.
āHe was just making sure I was safe, I thought thatās what you wanted.ā I innocently spoke.
āMaking sure youāre safe!ā Sam laughed sarcastically. āHeād been practically shagging you with his eyes all night.ā
āWell maybe some attention is nice, I donāt get it much elsewhere.ā I knew it was a mistake, as soon as it came out of my mouth.
Sam flew towards me, pressing me against the door of the green room.
āOh right, is that what it is? My needly little slut isnāt getting much attention is she?ā His jaw tightened with every word as he looked harshly into my eyes.
I stared back at him, bucking my hips upwards to try and meet any sort of friction I could find. Sam clocked on straight away and began laughing to himself.
āSo fucking desperate for me all the time. Just remind me who you belong to princess?ā His voice was harsh in my ear.
āY-you sirā I replied lowly.
āAh right, so why is it youāre acting like a slut when daddyās on stage? Huh?ā
I didnāt answer. I had no answer for him. Nothing I said was going to suffice.
āCat got your tongue darlinā?ā He raised a hand around my neck. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to cut of a tiny bit of my air supply. My hips once again bucked up towards him as I moaned quietly at his roughness.
āGod, you really canāt concentrate can you? All you think about is my cock, isnāt that right princess?ā
I nodded, looking into his eyes.
He abruptly let go of my neck, his eyes darting to the sofa in the middle of the room.
āTake your dress off, get on all fours.ā
Iāve never gotten undressed so quickly, as Sam stood and watched, I positioned myself on all fours for him. My back arched perfectly, ready to take him.
I heard his belt buckle coming undone. I gasped and jolted quickly when the belt struck my left arse cheek. He really was pissed off, but the action only fuelled my want for him more, heat building up in my core.
āSuch a pretty little slut for me, itās a shame you canāt be a good girlā Sam spoke as his belt came down for yet another spank. I moaned loudly this time.
āS-Sam, please. Iāll be good, just fuck meā I pleaded.
It was then that Sam thrust powerfully into me, sending my body forwards, my arms giving way until I was using my forearms to balance.
āOh my god.ā I moaned loudly at his thrusts as he bound my arms behind my back.
āTell me who you belong to.ā He demanded.
With tears in my eyes, I turned my face back towards him. āYou Sam, only you.ā I cried out to him in pure pleasure.
He grabbed my neck, pulling me up so my back was flush towards his front.
āExcuse meā his words spat in my ear.
āSir, you sir. Iām sorry.ā
His thrusts continued relentlessly, I felt that familiar burning in my stomach. A band ready to snap at any moment.
āIām gonna cum sir!ā I warned Sam.
āNo youāre not, only good girls get to cum.ā He spoke into my ear between breaths. His thrusts harder than ever.
Seconds before Iād managed to reach my peak, he spilled his load inside me before abruptly pulling out and using his fingers to ensure I was filled with his cum. I shuddered around them, chasing my orgasm that had disappeared with the absence of Samās cock in me.
āYou show me how much of a good girl you can be, and maybe you can cum later.ā He pulled his jeans up, securing his belt once more around them.
I stood in disbelief at his words, watching him as he scooped up my underwear and put them into his pocket.
āI think Iāll keep these, you wonāt mind will you?ā He looked up at me, a grin across his face.
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