The Warden.
SUMMARY: AFTER FALLING IN A TRAP LAID BY SAM, YOU'RE STUCK IN THE PRISON (AGAIN) AND THINGS GET A LITTLE STEAMY WITH THE WARDEN WHEN HE VISITS YOUR CELL.
pairing: awesamdude x chubby fem reader word count: 3.2k
warnings: pretty rougher than i'd usually do, not realistic, authority-ish dynamics, handjob, unprotected sex, breeding kink (oof)
A/N: Happy halloween! Sorry this isn't a continuation of any of my fics, I'm sorry, I have brainrot OTL I thought I'd write a little Awesamdude to spice things up!!!
Known for your escapades and trifling ways, you held the title of Server Thief much to the chagrin of a little Prison Warden.
Agile hands and a special affection for shiny things brought you to this position: Climbing atop of the Prison in search of the greatest beacon ever created.
With more diamonds than you can count and emeralds that span for an entire chunk, it would glisten under the sun so brightly anyone in its vicinity needed sunglasses to avoid any damage.
But when you reach the rooftop, Obsidian still warm from the sunlight well into the night, there’s barely anything. A simple beacon with only 9 diamond blocks, that wasn’t going to blind anyone.
“Looking for something?”
Fuck.
“Heeey, Mr W, sir, looking good,” You turn around in one motion, hands turning into finger guns as you try to charm your way out of this.
“Hands where I can see them, Thief.” As you throw your hands up, he approaches you, weapon en guarde.
“Is this really necessary, I mean, no harm was done, I just came here to … Stargaze.”
Sam stares at you in disbelief, “Yeah, what planet is that?” He points to the big bright yellow toned blob in the sky.
“Uh…Venus?”
“That’s the Moon, dumbass.”
You hiss a “so close” before turning to plead at him once again. “Hey, nothing wrong with picking up a new hobby…”
“You can’t run forever, y’know.” The lead binds your wrists together tightly, a long bit allows him to tug you along.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” you shrug, “just as long as you’re still running after me.”
Sam scoffs, pulling you tight into his body, arm thrown across your shoulders, you stare at him, wide-eyed. Straining your neck to look at his face even with your taller-than-average stature, his hand strongly around your waist.
He throws an ender pearl toward the entrance. And just before you know it, he jumps across the ledge.
You’re in a free-fall, wind cutting across your cheeks as you scream.
Sam is laughing even as you both plunge toward the ground.
Once the pearl hits the ground, you’re both safely teleported.
You’re hardly breathing, hair a rat’s nest. The warden can’t help his laughter as he opens the entrance and drags you along the prison. You pout, following him until you’re thrown in one of the common cells.
“You know, my requests for redecor are sure taking a long time to get through to management”
Sam chuckles, dangling his keys around his pointer finger, “Well, why don’t you keep getting arrested? I’m sure that will help.”
You roll your eyes, crashing into the thin, uncomfortable bed.
It doesn’t take long before you’re bored out of your mind, walking around in your cell, looking for a way to bother your favourite Prison Warden. You grip at the iron bars, sticking your face as far as it will let you, pursuing your lips as you sing:
“Oh, Mr. Warden~”
Though Sam tries to ignore you, you manage to win.
He comes barreling down the long hall and you smile; His trident clanks to the obsidian floor and with impeccable posture, the Warden stands at the front of your cell, eyes conveying all his hatred.
“What do you need, 1031?”
You pout, “I’m hungry~”
Sam sighs, “It’s not meal time.”
“This is a violation of human rights!”
Sam leans down to your eye level, raising an eyebrow, “Prisoners have no rights.” You hear the whistling of his heavy breathing from the vents that surround his gas mask,
“Yes… Yes they do. I’m hungry, come on.” You whine, unknowingly stepping away from his intense gaze.
He sighs, giving up. “Alright.”
Licking your lips, you grip tighter on the iron bars, peeking between metal, “Hate to see you leave… Love to watch you go,” You bite your lips, admiring how tightly his dark cargo uniform hugged his figure.
When he comes back, he tells you to step back before dropping a boiling plate of oatmeal on the small window.
“Thank you, Mr. W~!” You sing as you watch his figure leave. Sam just sighs.
It had been almost half an hour since he had dropped off your food, not only should you have been done by now, you were also awfully quiet for someone so rowdy and annoying. As he approaches your cell, all he can hear aside from his own footsteps is the running tap.
“Shit,” he curses, rushing to open the door. The plate is on the floor, oatmeal splattered across the floor but you’re nowhere to be seen. “1031, come on! State your whereabouts”
When you peek from the curtains, Sam is speechless, frozen in place as he sighs.
You smile weakly, “For someone who’s so proud of his ‘inescapable prison’ you were sure worried I had escaped.”
“What did you do?” He makes sure to step back and stand between you and the cell door, just in case.
“I burnt myself.”
“Are you thick? How the fuck did you do that?”
“Oh, I’m sorry handcuffs aren’t the most flexible thing around.”
“...”
He huffs, pounding on the door to close it behind himself before he steps to your washing corner, pulling the curtains at once.
“W-What are you doing?!” You stutter, pulling the curtain back, hoping he hadn’t seen anything, but unfortunately, he made it very clear he had.
“WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!” Sam covers his mouth, so thankful for the bright red curtain that stays between the two of you.
“I wasn’t exactly expecting visits!” You sigh, cursing the universe for this embarrassing moment.
“...There’s a first aid kit under your bed with some clean bandages, wrap yourself up and put on some clothes, I’ll bring you… I’ll bring another plate.”
You’re sitting on the bed by the time he comes back, opening the cell door and stepping inside, letting it close with a loud bang. Sam places the plate by your side, eyes glued to you.
He grabs a pair of handcuffs, attaching it to the lead around your wrists and the headboard.
The both of you engage in a staring contest, until he breaks the silence, “Go on… Eat.”
You just raise your arms, showing the very clear chains that bind your wrists together, hoping he’d undo them, but Sam just sighs, sitting next to you.
When he grabs the spoon, scooping bits and raising it to your face, you just freeze.
Sam looks annoyed and out of time, though that would be just his default emotions usually. He just shoves the spoon toward your mouth, you open it hesitantly, cringing at the now very lukewarm oatmeal.
“Thanks. You don’t have to do that, I can figure it out…” You mutter, chewing your terrible prison food. God, those Yelp reviews you left don’t seem very effective.
“So you can try and kill yourself again? not a chance.”Sam scoops up another spoonful, tapping at your lips. It spills in a clump over your bust and he unconsciously just uses the spoon to scrape it off your skin.
Only realising his action later, you cough to hide your embarrassment.
“Well, if I keep making you spoon-feed me, your pretty, angelic girlfriend will skin me alive,” You laugh at the thought of that petite thing trying to take you down.
“She won’t,” Sam replies, scooping you another bite.
“Oh, I won’t fall for that again! She was furious the last time.”
“We… We broke up.” He clears his throat.
“What?!”
He remains quiet.
“What did you do?”
Sam scowls at your words, “Why is that your first question?!”
“Oh, come on, Sam, she’s a smart, gorgeous woman with a beauty unlike any other, any guy would kill to be your position…”
You weren’t lying, she was this perfect little thing with a killer bod who made anyone swoon. Much unlike a thief who only brought stress.
He sighs, choosing to ignore your words, “She...She just wasn’t right for me.” Sam fakes a smile, another spoonful of oats waiting for you.
You bite your lip nervously, “It’s okay, I’m sure you will find someone.”
He sighs again.
“You know these are so undercooked, right?” You comment in the hopes of changing the mood but he seems surprised.
Sam frowns, removing his mask before he brings the spoon to his lips, gagging at the flavourless mush, “Holy shit, how have you been eating this?”
You laugh, pretending you’re not enticed by his gorgeous smile, “I don’t exactly have an option...You… You have some.” Pointing to your lips, you look at the clump that sits on his cheek.
He brings his hand to his face, wiping at the completely wrong side. “No, not that side,”
“Where?”
“Not there”
“Just point”
“There”
“Ugh,” You groan in frustration bringing your hand to wipe it off his face, but unable to thanks to your handcuffs. In a bout of irritation, you just lean forward, licking the bit off his cheeks.
Sam freezes, staring at you as you swallow, licking your lips in sequence.
You realise what you did, staring at his face, “I-I’m- I’m sorry-” Your words are cut off by the crashing of his lips against yours.
The warden throws the plate across the rooms, letting his hands be free as he cups your cheeks, bringing you into him. The plate splats into the ground, the mushy oatmeal slipping across the cement as you groan into his kiss, your body subconsciously leaning into his touch.
When you part, Sam stares at your face, “Do you know how fucking long I’ve been waiting to do this?”
You gasp softly, not thinking anyone would ever look at you in such a way, let alone someone like Sam. The blush that spreads across your cheeks makes him chuckle, his right hand tangled around your hair just as his left caress your jaw.
It’s not too long before his lips are on yours again, this time more desperate, saliva dripping through and stringing down your chins. You’re both moaning into the kiss, his body towering yours the more he leans forward, wanting to drink every single one of your whimpers.
His hand travels under your shirt, the hotness of your skin aches against his touch. Fondling his way around, Sam is happily surprised by the lack of a bra, your skin is abundant even against his large palms. One hand is not enough to cup your chest properly.
You arch into his lips when he trails down wet kisses across your skin, taking his time into leaving dark marks, biting and nibbling stains onto your complexion.
Sam’s head is under your shirt, tongue dragging across your skin as his fingers pinch and twist at your nipples sending electricity straight to your core.
He kneads at the flesh of your stomach, much to your chagrin. You try to push him away, but Sam quickly holds your hands in place. His hand wraps around both of your wrists, holding them above your head while his other plays with the band of your trousers.
Pulling them at once, the Warden takes his time to admire your body, the contrasting colour of your pants against your skin and how much he wishes to litter marks of his lips and teeth along every centimetre of your thighs and stomach.
When you look up, his eyes seem to almost glow in the poorly lit cell, devouring every inch of your body. He stands tall, the uniform in a jet black hugs his muscles just right but you can help but wonder how his body would look under those straps and leather.
“I- I want to touch you- Please-” You breathe and beg, which Sam can’t deny. Not when you look so breathless, pressing your thighs together, your chest rising up and down in such a hypnotising motion.
“So eager, sheesh-”
“Shut-”
Sam tuts, “Come on, that’s not how you say it.” His fingers are under your chin, you feel his breath tickle your sore lips, you instinctively close your eyes, awaiting his kiss, but he just laughs.
“Beg, baby,” His thumb swipes at your bottom lip, not helping at the mess of colour your lipstick left.
“Please, please, please-”
His smile is short of devious.
He undoes the handcuffs, but not the knots around wrists.
Soon, you’re flipping him around, letting his back crash into the mattress and settling around his hips. Your thighs and stomach spill out of your underwear so beautifully.
You run your fingers through his shirt, feeling the definition of his chest. Tugging at the hem, you whine and he chuckles, helping you take it off. You lean forward, tracing his pecks and skin, every raised scar tissue, every mole, you admire it all.
Playing with the buttons of his pants, you run your fingernail across his clothed erection, earning yourself a choked groan.
“Fuck-” Sam covers his mouth, watching attentively as you lean forward, your chest lays over his thighs, cleavage looking so inviting he might just consider cumming all over your boobs. “Just fucking- Do it- Already!”
“If you ask nicely, Mr W,” A smile paints your lips, your hungry eyes scan the pained thirty look on his face.
“P-Please…” Sam breathes out, “Please, suck my dick…”
“Your wish is my command!”
Once his button pops open, you trace around the wet spot that stains his pants, feeling how much his thighs clench under your body. Every touch, as light as it is, makes his entire body jerk.
“Come on,” Sam warns you, tone breathy and less threatening than he wanted it to come out.
Holding his member feels hotter than you’d expected, it throbs in your hands when you pump it, dripping saliva to use as lube all over his skin.
His dark green veins glisten under your tongue, tip bright red, strings of precum leaking in a milky white. You pepper kisses along his length, faint marks of whatever is left of your lipstick.
Sam groans when you’re around him, hot tongue too much on top of every single stimulus he’s receiving. Your soft sighs, your body over his, the absolutely breathtaking view you’re giving him.
Your hair frames your face, hollowed out chubby cheeks swallowing him whole. So perfect and eager to suck him off, strings of saliva falling from your luscious lips, fingers so expertly massaging his balls and base.
It’s not too long until Sam leans back, his fingers tangled around your hair, guiding your face toward his crotch as you engulf his dick.
Letting the tip hit the back of your throat, you gag; vibrations travelling across his skin send a moan flying out of his lips. He smirks, eyes meeting your teary ones.
But you just look so pretty choking on his cock.
Your fingernails are scratching at his skin, red trails that mimick the tear that slips over your pretty face.
He pulls your head back, you gasp for air, a smile across your face. Sam brings you up, slamming his lips against yours.
You’re both chuckling as you settle into his lap, letting him feel the outline of your chest against his, every curve of yours drives his body fucking insane.
God, he can’t wait to feel you around him.
Sam wraps his arm around your waist as you throw your tied hands over his neck, fingers scratching at his nape. He lifts you over, pushing aside your underwear, one finger running over your folds, slick dripping over.
You press your lips to his before he can make a mean comment about your wetness.
When you settle over his cock, you both have your heads thrown back, sighs and moans escaping at the incredible feeling. Your walls clench around him, the pressure almost makes him cum at once.
Kindly letting you adjust, you both sit still, stabilising your breathing before he finally moves. Sam is bucking his hips in a slow and dragging rhythm, his hands are tight on your hips.
No matter how hard he grabs at your skin, it’s still soft and plush, spilling over his fingers. His lips are attached to your neck, teething and nibbling as you arch your chest, practically handing yourself over on a platter.
Whenever he bucks up, your boobs jiggle, dragging across his chest. Your lips are in a perfect little ‘O’, smeared lipstick painting a masterpiece around your cheeks, you’re his little criminal, sharp-tongued and agile, now bouncing pretty on him and sex-drunkenly moaning.
Every single aspect of your body drives him absolutely insane.
When you’re getting used to the pace, moving your hips to meet his, Sam ceases completely, leaving you a whining mess.
You’re leaning forward, whimpering in his ear, begging for him to move, to give it to you already!
“Move it, baby,” He breathes out, the very thought making him dizzy, “Ride me.”
You’re not about to deny his request.
Setting your own pace, it’s not too long before you bounce on his cock, your tits jumping all over the place as Sam leans back and watches the prettiest view, your body is absolutely glowing and not just from the sheen the sweat gives. The smirk on his face is more content than he lets it slip.
“What a waste of a pretty face...” His fingers are pressing on your cheeks, pulling your lips to meet his in a quick kiss, “Say my name, baby”
“Mr W~” You whine, doe-eyed and out of your damn mind, Sam raises an eyebrow and you gulp. “S...Sam. Sam! Sam!”
God, he could die right now and he’d be in pure bliss.
You lean forward, pressing your lips to his as you bounce fast, the bed is threatening to quit and buckle under the weight and movement of you two. Sam is moaning into your lips, body steaming in utter pleasure.
Your fingers are running over his hair, tangling and pulling on the right places. Nails scratching at his wrists.
“I’m- I’m close-” Sam manages to stutter out.
“Me too,” you whisper back, quickening your movements just enough to get you both to meet your orgasms. “Cum in me, fill me up, Sam-”
“Ah, fuck, take it all-” He’s bucking into your hips, spluttering hot inside of you, spilling into your body with a guttural groan. “Take my cum, baby- I’ll breed you up- So good.”
The very feeling of his come invading your walls, filling you up so well, dripping from your swollen and overstimulated cunt. “B-Breed me!”
You’re not too far off from his state either, head thrown back, neck littered in marks as you scream his name as high as your throat will allow.
You ride your orgasms, foreheads glue together.
You’re both breathing heavily and totally out of breath when you smile, licking your lips. He reciprocates your smile, leaning forward to kiss your nose.
“Thank you, Mr W~” You sing, one hand caressing his cheek as the other brushes off the hair glued to his forehead.
Wait, when did you get loose?
He tries to grab you but clings to the headboard where you handcuffed his wrist.
Before Sam can even process it, you’re off on your feet, blowing him a kiss as you close
He laughs in disbelief, “That little minx.”