Summer Love Letters
Warnings: "puppy", consent isn't explicitly given but the feelings are reciprocated, “good girl”, slight overstim, afab, brief mentions of breeding, let me know if I missed something
Words: 1.8k
A/N: wow. It’s been a long time since I’ve written a full fic, like 2 years? Anyways I’m super super rusty so take this as a warm up for my return
"Meet me at my house tonight. Midnight,"
It wasn't an odd request that you had received from Sam. The four of you, including Abigal and Sebastian, would sneak out all the time late at night. Not that you needed to, you were all adults, but the thrill of sneaking out without being caught was just too good. The town was dark with only the moon lighting your way to Sam's house. You crept up to Sam's window, lightly rapping your knuckles on the glass.
No response.
You sighed, rolling your eyes. It would be like Sam invite you over and then fall asleep waiting. You stood for a moment in the darkness debating what to do. You could see if his window was open and let yourself in, or you could leave and ask tomorrow about what he wanted. Surely it wasn't anything to important. Your body wouldn't move though. You were the only one here, he didn't invite Abigal or Sebastian, this made you curious. Something had to be up and your curiosity couldn't be ignored. Gently your fingers grasped the window pulling up.
Once the glass had opened enough for your body to slip through you climbed on in.
"Sam?" You whispered shutting the window softly.
Silence.
You could see a faint outline of a body in the bed. You called his name again stepping lightly to the edge of the bed. Still no response. This just confirmed your suspicions. Sam had fallen asleep waiting for you to come.
Letting out a soft frustrated puff you turned on your heel to leave. Quicker than you could react a hand grasped your wrist yanking you into the bed.
“Sam? What!" You were pulled under the covers, your body tangled with his.
Sam's hand covered your mouth. Your eyes met his, bright eyes that looked as though they could see all your soul had to bare stared back. A soft click and the creak of a door made you flinch.
“Sam?” His mother whispered into the room. Neither of you moved, nor dared to breathe. The door shut just as quickly as it opened with a quiet click.
Sam shifted in the bed as he began to speak. “I’m so glad you came,” he whispered, his breath hot against your cheek.
Suddenly both of you became aware of just how close your faces were. Sam’s lips were so close you’d only have to move an inch and your kiss him. Your cheeks burned. What were you thinking? You? Kissing Sam? Rejecting the sudden thought you pushed on his chest hoping for some room. Startled Sam grabbed your hips harshly, his legs flailed, a thigh accidentally finding its way between yours.
“Oh- sorry,” he shifted his leg to get free of the tangled mess the both of you had become.
You weren’t listening though. His thigh applied pressure in just the right spot. Sam froze at the soft noise that left your mouth. It was hard to see in the darkness of his room but he could just make out your head tilted back, could feel your nails digging into his shoulder. Testing the waters he moved again drawing the same reaction from you. Slowly he moved his leg letting you buck against it. Your breath hitched. Were you really doing this?
You were given your answer when you caught his eyes. Dark and hungry. Sam was entranced. Could you get off just from grinding against his thigh? He wanted to- No. He needed to see. He took control, forcing your hips to roll down faster against him.
“S-Sam?” You whimpered.
Sam hushed you softly continuing to aid your movements.
This was all happening so fast, you and Sam had never shown interest like this in each other. Yet here you both were in his bed in the middle of the night, laying on your sides, softly panting as your hips were forced to grind down on his thigh.
Sam watched with lust-filled eyes, hoping you wouldn’t tell him to stop. And you didn’t. You let out a sigh and tilted your head down, burying your face in his neck. Sam let out a groan feeling your teeth nip his shoulder. You continued, biting and beginning to leave marks across his skin.
Sam couldn’t take it anymore. He stilled your hips, you whined at the lack of movement. “Want them off,” his hands tugged at your clothes.
If he didn’t have half a mind he would have ripped them off your body. You moved too slow however, his hands dwarfing yours. Sam began tugging off your clothes, throwing them into a pile on his floor. A cool breeze enveloped your body making you shiver. The blanket that had once been covering your body was gone, and so was Sam. He was moving down the bed mumbling to himself.
“Can’t fuck you without a taste,”
The slight flush of your body told him all he needed to know. You clamped your legs together shyly. His hands immediately spread your thighs just enough to fit his head between your legs.
“Be good puppy,” his voice was low, accompanied by a dark look. His fingers dug into your thighs gently. “Let me take care of this pretty pussy,” Sam murmured before getting to work.
Your legs relaxed letting him move you how he wanted, your brain repeated the same thing. “Be good,” that demand alone was addictive. You jolted feeling his tongue against your inner thigh. With a wave of sudden shyness you wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. It was barely visible in the dark moonlit room but he could see your flushed face. Just where he wanted you.
Sam moved closer and closer until his tongue flicked over your clit. Your hand clasped over your mouth. You didn’t dare make a sound but Sam took that as a challenge. Between the flicks and fucks of his tongue you could barely keep yourself quiet. You buried a hand in his hair tugging softly as you mainly needed something to keep you grounded. This hardly helped however, he was quickly causing you to lose all control. A burning molten knot was twisting your stomach. If you had wanted to give him a warning you couldn’t, your body trembled and twisted as you came undone. The hand in his hair pulling him impossibly close.
Sam didn’t mind the nonexistent warning, he was in heaven. You tasted like sweet sugar honey and he would gladly drown. Tears sprung to your eyes. Your fingers tugged on his hair, attempting to pull the blonde up but to no avail. His tongue continued to flick at your sensitive clit. You were determined Sam had to be torturing you. He had to be enjoying the way you were squirming. Sweet overstim was setting in, your legs trembling around his face. Getting the message Sam worked harder. He knew you could give him one more, you were being so good for him after all.
He was addicted, head full of fuzz. Sam knew you were close again. He could see the signs already. The twitching of your body, eyes shut so tightly, your hips grinding up into his mouth, your fingers had tangled themselves good into his hair tugging harder than before. Sam wouldn’t even mind if that still hurt tomorrow. If his mouth wasn’t so occupied you would hear his begs for you to cum once again. Fingers pressed into you curling slightly as they did. That was your breaking point.
You muffled your cries as best you could, finishing on Sam’s face. Your head thrown back in pleasure, and back arching off the bed. Shivers racked your body as he continued his movements. You tugged his hair, signaling for him to stop. Sam’s eyes locked with yours, he slowly stopped dragging his tongue up for one last taste. In the low light you could see your slick across his chins. He hovered where he was, waiting, watching for your next reaction.
“Sam,” your voice cracked. “Need you- please, in,”
That was all he needed to hear. Sam moved up the bed, body engulfing yours. His hips took their place between your legs. “Need you too,” he mumbled.
One of his hands grabbed the underneath of your thigh pushing it up slightly as he began to push in. Inch by inch he filled you, you whined softly already feeling overstimulated from your two previous orgasms. Your hands had fallen to the sides of your head, grasping his sheets like a lifeline. Hot hands moved up your legs, coming to tightly grasp your hips.
“Feel so good,” Sam groaned.
He couldn’t contain himself any longer. The pace he set was brutal, dick molding your insides to him. The sudden cry that left your lips had Sam covering your mouth with one his hands. He couldn’t admit it but he was embarrassingly close, you felt so good around him. Tight and warm. It was addicting.
Sam needed you so bad and he already had you. His thoughts were a jumbled mess of pleasure. Only one thought was on his mind. Breed. Breed. Breed. You took him so well, you were made for him.
He was made for you, Sam filled you so well. He was going to be the sinful desire of your thoughts forever. You don’t think you could ever watch him play guitar again without imaging his fingers in you. Could never listen to him ramble without thinking about his lips on yours. Sam was the only thing on your mind. The sound of his praise brought you back through the haze.
“Fuck puppy, you’re such a good girl, good puppy. Take me so good,” Sam whined in your ear driving his cock deeper.
You were so far gone his words were barely registering. The rhythmic motion Sam had set in place was heavenly. You had no care for being quiet at this point, thank goodness for Sam’s hand. The air between you was hot and heavy, every single one of your nerves was set on fire. Sam’s fast thrusts were sending you barreling towards another orgasm. Every whine and whimper of yours was muffled yet growing ever louder. Your body twitched and shivered without your consent. Sam got the message.
“Give it to me, cmon puppy, be good. Cum for me,”
His hips hammered into you, a hand slipping down to brush over your clit. That feather-like touch sent you over the edge. You trembled grasping at the hand that covered your mouth. Sam could hear your muffled cries off his name. Your sinful noises combined with the clenching around him had driven him close. Sam leaned closer nipping at your collarbone, making his way over your neck. Sam let out a low groan, shuddering as he did. He then sunk his teeth into your shoulder as he gripped you closer.
You shivered at the warmth seeping into you. Sam kissed over the bite mark, his hands holding you close to him, his dick barely moving as you begin to cock warm him. Every other minute slowly fucking his cum deeper inside. One of his hands rested on your stomach pressing lightly. He could feel himself moving inside. Finally he stopped completely, hilting his dick fully inside.
Sam rested his chin on your shoulder whispering softly, “I just wanted to tell you I really like you,”