I Don’t Cheat (Sami Zayn) - the reader and Sami are play fighting and it leads to some steamy bedroom playing instead
For lolabradbury; “Your Sami fic gave me so many feelings! Could you write another Sami fic with some dorky play wrestling/fighting where it gets heated?”
a/n: this request flooded my soul with happiness so I hope it does yours too. also, i’m so sorry it took so frickin long lmao - enjoy
Tagged: @finding-bailey @lolabradbury
WARNINGS: language/smut/Daddy!kink
I glanced behind me as I ran, laughing the whole time. Sami wasn’t following me yet so I had time to hide. I leaped over the coffee table, nearly knocking a glass of water over in the process. Squatting in the coverage of the couch, I held my breath and waited for sounds that told me Sami was close.
No sounds came but the deep scream from the other side of me did. Sami looked down at me and laughed as I screamed back at him in fear. He held out a hand for me and I begrudgingly took it. He in turn grabbed my arm swiftly and put me in a headlock.
“Baby girl…” he growled into my ear. I squealed in response, pissed that he tricked me. “Did you think you could clothesline me in the kitchen without retaliation?” He tsked before tightening his hold, still being careful not to hurt me. “You must have forgot what you said an hour ago…. ‘This is war.’“
“Fuck you for using my words against me,” I managed.
“Babe, you gotta watch that pretty little mouth of yours.”
I ran through the list of ways to break this move quickly. I brought my left elbow down and sent it flying into his chest. He let out a grunt and tried to lock his arms harder, but he had hesitated just enough that I got my right arm up and over his grasp. I didn’t think, however, about how this would put me in the perfect position for a German suplex.
“Shit,” I grumbled under my breath before Sami laughed and suplexed me onto the couch. I hit with a thud and immediately rolled so I was on my feet again. I went for a kidney jab but he caught my arm and twisted it behind my back so I was facing away from him.
“I would’ve pinned you if that was a real suplex,” he said smugly. “I win.”
I shook my head, wishing I could see his face. “If this was real, I would’ve kicked your ass a long time ago. You couldn’t pin me if you tried, little boy.”
Sami spun me to face him and he had a glint in his eye that told me I was in for a treat. He wrapped his arms around my knees and threw me over his shoulder. I pounded on his back amid laughs and begged him to put me down, but he continued on carrying me to the bedroom.
He flopped me down onto our bed suddenly, causing me to gasp. He looked me in my eyes as he brought his face just inches from mine. I anticipated the kiss, hungry for it even. But before our lips could connect, he put me in a roll-up and counted to three, scoring a win.
He jumped back and raised his arms in victory, smiling down at me. I laid there, stunned that he had beat me this time. I hardly ever lost, but sometimes Sami pulled out all the stops and sealed a victory on me. My undefeated reign had come to a close and as bitter as I was that he tricked me into a pin, I couldn’t help but smile at him.
“You only won because you cheated,” I stated matter-of-fact.
“Baby girl,” Sami whispered as he moved to hover over me on the bed. “I don’t cheat. I’m just good at claiming what’s mine.” Our noses were practically touching. I could tell his eyes were clouded over and I was giddy with excitement because I knew what that meant. It meant Daddy Sami was making the moves tonight.
His mouth came down on mine and he pushed his way in fervently until I was nearly out of breath. He smirked at me, sending my heart fluttering before he moved his lips to my neck.
“And you claim me to be yours?” I questioned hazily with a soft laugh as he trailed kisses across my collar bone.
Sami pulled back, his eyes narrowed and his breathing steady, to look at me. “Are you trying to tell me that you’re not my girl?”
I rolled my eyes. He was so over-dramatic. “Sami, I’m not saying that,” I said gently, placing my hands on either side of his face. “I’m saying that saying you ‘claim’ me seems a little… possessive doesn’t it?”
Sami’s face looked sad for just a second before an angry mask replaced it. “Oh so, you’re not mine to claim? Who’s are you then? Because I bet I can remind you who really belong too, baby girl.”
His right hand ran down my side while his left hand supported his weight. A shiver went through my body and Sami noticed, his angry expression turned into an evil smirk.
“See?” he asked. “I’ve got you squirming and I’ve hardly even touched you yet.” His hand found its way to the waistband of my gym shorts. I moved my hips up, just slightly begging. He brought his lips to my neck again, biting at the sensitive skin there. “Do you want Daddy to touch you?”
My eyes fluttered closed, trying to maintain my composure as I began to feel the wetness pool between my thighs. “Yes please, Daddy,” I begged.
He stood up and slid hooked his fingers into my shorts, pulling my underwear off with them. He groaned as he looked down at my heat, licking his lips. “Baby girl, you’re so pretty.”
I blushed and sat up, pulling my shirt off. Sami mimicked me, moving to take his clothes off too so he was just in his underwear. He laid me back down, pushing me just a little farther up on the bed and putting a knee in between my thighs.
He brought his lips down onto mine, biting and sucking on my bottom lip. I tugged on his hair and grinded my hips against his knee, desperately needing the friction. Sami let out a throaty moan and looked down at the space between us to watch what I was doing.
“Fuck baby girl,” he breathed. “Do you need Daddy take care of you?”
I looked up to meet his eyes and dragged my nails across his back, a silent plead. Sami brought a hand up to my left breast and pinched my nipples between his fingers while his right slid down to my clit. I moaned when he flicked it with his finger, the sensation causing a vibration to run up my spine.
“What does Daddy’s princess need to do for it to get through her head who she belongs to?” he growled in my ear. I needed him to stop teasing me and just fuck me mercilessly into next week.
“Just fuck me, Daddy. Long and hard,” I panted. His fingers moved quicker and he got onto his knees in between my legs.
“Do you want me to tease and play with your pretty pussy, baby girl?” His breath was on my inner thighs and my legs squeezed together instinctively. He chuckled darkly and continued to rub my clit with his thumb.
“N-no,” I managed to get out. He blew a cold burst of air onto my heat and I cried out in pleasure. “Just fuck me, please.”
“Too bad,” he mumbled before bringing his hot tongue down onto my slit and beginning to lick up the wetness that gathered there. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch him and he looked up, making eye contact with me while he licked and kissed my center.
He moaned into my flesh as he sucked my clit into my mouth. He knew what that did to me and I squeezed my thighs even tighter together.
“Sami,” I whimpered as I felt the orgasm welling up inside of me. My eyes started to draw shut and my legs began to quiver. Sami dipped his hands under my ass, drawing me nearer to him for support. He all but buried his face in my pussy and continued to navigate his tongue with ease and experience around my folds.
My head flung back in pleasure, my hair hanging in cascades across my bare back. “Cum baby girl. Daddy wants to taste you all over his mouth,” Sami muttered into my flesh.
I let myself go and the tremors of my orgasm shook through my core and into my fingertips. My elbows gave out and I plopped against the bed, fists gripping the sheets underneath me. I cried out Sami’s name before letting out a series of unintentional moans and whimpers. Sami continued to lick me clean before pulling away and meeting my face.
He crashed his lips onto mine, his moves more passionate and intense than they even were to begin with. I tasted myself on his face and I gripped his beard, pressing him closer to me.
“I wanna suck your dick, Daddy,” I whispered in his ear breathlessly when we pulled away.
Sami shook his head and stood up to peel off his underwear. His dick came up and slapped against his stomach. Suddenly I felt very empty without him buried deep inside of me.
“Not right now baby girl,” he said and he caressed my face. I nuzzled into his hand. “Right now Daddy is going to fuck you so hard that you finally understand that you’re mine for claiming.”
I let out an excited moan and nodded my head. Sami pulled me to my feet and leaned me against our bedroom wall, face first.
“Hands up,” he commanded. He grabbed my arms and pressed my palms to the wall. He stuck a knee in between my legs and spread them apart. I could feel my arousal dripping down my thighs and apparently Sami could too. He dragged a finger across it and brought it to his mouth, sucking it clean.
“This will teach you that you’re my girl,” he all but growled huskily at me. He brought a hand down roughly onto my ass and rubbed the spot. A small whimper of pleasure spilled past my lips and into the air. Sami brought down another hand, spanking me without pause or mercy.
As soon as I thought the stinging of my ass would make me keel over, Sami pressed himself against my back, a hand coming to my throat. He bit down on my earlobe and I felt his erection pressed into my lower back.
“Are you ready to forget your name, princess?”
I turned my head to his face, kissing him on the lips. “I was born ready.”
Sami laughed quietly and spun me around so my back was to the wall. He raised one of my legs so it was around his waist, and he positioned himself at my entrance.
Without warning, he winked at me and shoved his entire length into me and began pounding. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him into me, my nails digging into his skin and leaving long lines that ended with little crescent shaped marks.
His breathing was ragged in my ear. With every thrust into my welcoming pussy, my body was shoved up and into the wall. “Daddy,” I begged and encouraged, eyebrows knitted in pleasure.
Sami stopped and I groaned in disappointment. He shot me a smug look and picked me up to move me over to the bed, dropping me onto my back. He brought both of my legs up over his shoulders before beginning to pump in and out of me again. The position change allowed for a deeper penetration and I was over my head.
Sami brought one hand down and play with my nipples and the fingers from his other hand found their way into my mouth. I sucked on his fingers and he groaned in pleasure, his moves growing sloppy and faster.
My walls clamped down around him and I felt my core tighten.
“Who do you belong too, baby girl?” Sami growled.
I managed to catch my breath enough for a simple quivered response. “I belong to you, S-sami.”
His hand that was in my mouth moved to close around my throat and my eyes hooded in ecstasy as I stared up at him from behind my lashes. “Don’t ever forget it,” he grumbled in between moans.
My toes began to curl and I crossed my ankles behind his neck, trying desperately for him to fill me more if that was even possible. “I…I…h-harder Daddy,” I whimpered. “I’m going to cum.”
He pushed into me with more force, causing my entire body to jolt every time our hips slapped against each other. “Just give me a second baby girl,” he commanded.
I wasn’t sure how long I could hold out, but soon enough Sami said, “Cum,” and my body stiffened, feeling the sensations ricochet all throughout me. I whimpered out his name again and again as I came, moaning as if it was a chant. Sami came at the same time and I felt his hot load fill me up. He brought a finger down to rub my clit as we both rode out our highs.
When we were both finished and relaxed, he pulled out and stared down at my pussy, licking his lips. I felt too wore out for a round 2 this soon, so I was about to stop him when he ripped my legs apart. He dragged a finger across my thigh, catching his cum from spilling out of me. He brought the finger to my lips. I sucked and moaned when I tasted Sami’s salty cum.
He laid down on top of me, hands on either sides of my shoulders so his full body weight wasn’t pressed against me. He trailed kisses and love bites across my collar bones and to my lips, where he lingered for a while.
He pulled away and rolled onto his side, curling me up against him. He kissed the top of my head and I ran my fingers through his orange beard, tugging a little as I did so because I knew he liked that.
“I guess you know who you belong to now, don’t you? You couldn’t seem to stop saying my name,” Sami broke the silence.
I looked up at him and saw a smug smile on his face. He looked at me, my head on his chest and gave me a wink. Daddy Sami was the cockiest son of a bitch and I loved every minute of it.
I rolled my eyes playfully. “I suppose you deserve to claim me. Even though the word claim still sounds a little weird,” I admitted to him.
The smirk turned into a full seductive smile and he grabbed my face in his big strong hand, forcing eye contact. “Did you roll your eyes at me little girl? Don’t you know that’s naughty?”
I knew what he was hinting at and I groaned. My body was still aching from the phenomenal performance he just put on, but a bigger part of me was already getting wet at the thought.
“Samiiiiii,” I complained, throwing my arm over my eyes. “Ten minutes.”
Sami stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the bathroom. “How about we go jump in the shower? I’ll wash you off myself.”
I raised an eyebrow at him. “That’s all?”
He turned his body into me, pushing me against the counter. “I’ll wash you up for 10 minutes and then Daddy can punish you again and you can give me that blowjob you wanted to give earlier.”
I grinned at him and pushed my way into the shower, pulling him along with me. I was now suddenly much more eager for a round 2.
I got into an argument with my brother about my feels for Sami Zayn. He tried to tell me that Sami is my child (because I affectionately call him my sweet cinnamon roll or my sunshine) and I had to tell him that Sami is bae. Because you can't tell your brother that Sami Zayn is really in the Daddy category of wrestlers you love.
