Not Everything Is A Game
sammie fic
Sammie x Reader
summary: you had been stressed with finals week, after your last final of the day, the one Sammie has been helping you study for, all you wanted to do is have your boyfriend praise you and give you attention. it seems like he’s busy on the game though, unless you distract him.
warnings: word count 4.3k, a bit of pouty, impatient reader! smut, thigh riding, p in v, teasing, masturbation, praise, needy!blackfemreader, pet names, dirty talk minors do not interact
a/n: i’m annoyed with myself how long it took me to get this out tbh (quite literally get this outttt of my drafts neowwwww) but i hope you enjoy it my lovelies, enjoy !!
this past week, you have been studying your ass off for finals, you were zoned in on your studies, and sammie helped you study for your chem final, quizzing you on vocab and practice questions. today was the day you took it, and you were confident; you studied everything you possibly could from the semester.
the classroom was crowded. the air heavy with suspense and the scent of number 2 pencils. you took a moment for yourself a steady breath to ground yourself. you remember all of sammie's practice questions all the reviews you did and the all-nighters you pulled. you moved through the final with confidence, you were focused as you had a pen and pencil, the scratching of the pen was the finality of your exam.
once you left there was a weight that was lifted off. the drive home was a relief. your mind finally able to take a break.
as you entered back into your shared apartment with sammie, you didn't hear much of anything, just the door you opened creaked. the apartment always had a soft glow to it, a peaceful and warm feel.
sammie doesn't hear you, how could he hear you when he has his headset on, door closed and talking to his friends. you sigh taking your shoes off and placing your purse on the holder.
you made your way upstairs into your shared room and as you entered the room you saw him, on the edge of the bed, his elbows leaning on his knees, he's hunched over a bit. wearing a black t-shirt and some plaid red and black pants, he looked comfortable, you thought. his headphones are on, just the one on the right pushed past his ear so he can hear what's going on around him.
you never got tired of looking at him, not really, he looked concentrated, his head turned to you as he heard the bedroom door open.
he looked at you briefly giving a light smile.
"hey baby, how was the final? he asked in a low smooth voice.
you give a light smile as you reply "I'm confident, baby, i believe i did good, all that shit you questioned me on was on the final.
he is nodding, but he isn't really listening. You can tell because you see and hear the PS5 controller clicking rapidly.
his head turns back to the game just as fast, talking in the mic "damn nigga, relax, I'm playing, don't worry about me, what you need to do is loot up, i got my shit."
a soft smile tugging at your lips as you headed toward the dresser, as you gather some comfy clothes, you leaned over to Sammie, pressing a sweet kiss on his cheek. he looked up as his eyes were bright and he caught your hand, gently pulling you closer, you knew what he wanted; he wanted a real kiss, and that is what you'd give him.
and just for a moment, the game was forgotten when your lips danced, until you heard his friend through the headset.
"nigga, i don't wanna hear all that mackin in my ear!" his friend yelled on the mic.
you rolled your eyes playfully and chuckling lightly, sammie grinned a bit shy, you leave him to play his match, making sure you had your clothes out before you headed to the bathroom.
as you head to the bathroom, turning the warm water on, the steam began to fill the room, fogging up the mirrors, giving it that sauna feel you loved. stepping into the shower felt like your own therapeutic time, the shower felt as if it was washing away all the stress of the exams that are now finally over, the late-night study session and all the tension that has been building up during this finals week, finally being released.
you started with your unscented soap, followed by your favorite body wash. any self care process was a time you cherished, the tension gradually leaving your body as the water ran down it.
once you were done, feeling all fresh and clean, you stepped out and patted yourself dry. back in the bedroom, Sammie is screaming at his friends. as you enter the bedroom the cool air hits your skin and you grab your lotion and light perfume and begin to moisturize.
after spraying your perfume you got into your nice, soft lounge clothes.
feeling all fresh and clean, you climbed onto the bed, crawling behind Sammie and draping your arms around his chest, leaning your chin on his shoulder. you can feel him smile, he tilted his head and pressing a sweet kiss on your arm.
you whisper into his ear, the ear that has the headset pushed to the side, that isn't covered by his headset.
"baby, how long you been on the game for?"
you watch his fingers moves on the controller, as he talks "uhhh, not long baby just a couple hours"
you nod as you hear his response, his focus remained locked on the screen, you leaned in and press a loving kiss on his neck, lightly whispering, "I've been missing you".
you hear his breath hitch, the clicking and movements of the controller slow down, he falters only for a moment, as he tried his hardest to focus on the match he was playing.
you take notice that he hasn't completely been swayed from the game, you need to switch things up, you sigh scooting over to sit right beside him, pulling one knee up to your chest and the other hanging at the end of the bed.
you wait a while because you know when he says "he's only been playing for a couple of hours," it's always way longer than that, he just wanted to continue playing.
so you stay patient and watch.
a small pout begins to form on your lips, as it's been a while now. 2 hours to be exact, and all you have been doing was watching him play and talk to his friends, you watch his avatar running and shooting with his friends, you loved video games too, you played them yourself, but you wanted his attention.
even when he is locked in, you can't help but admire and adore him, how the focused glow of the screen highlights the sharp lines of his jaw and makes his eyes sparkle more than they normally do. he looked fine as hell.
you look at him his face concentrated and contour and you smile he looks handsome as hell, and you let him know that too.
"you're so handsome," you murmured, your voice low but you know he would hear, as your nails scratch the back of his neck lightly.
he lets out a breath "thank you, baby".
the tension in his shoulders drop a little
he hears your tone the looseness in your voice, the need.
you drape one leg over his legs and kiss his ear, whispering things into his ear.
he covers his mic with hand.
"baby, chill" his voice low, strained a bit like he is holding back, he pleaded lightly but his eyes were still on the screen.
that isn't what you wanted, you wanted him looking at you.
"want you, bad" you murmured quickly and pressing a soft kiss onto his ear, knowing that would get some reaction.
you hear a groan escape him, his grip on the controller tightens, you don't hear what his friends are saying but you hear them talking and laughing through the headset, it seems like his homeboys demanded his focus, he moved to concentrate, he scoots away from you, creating a gap you didn't like.
that stung, a deep pout forming a bit of hurt claiming you.
"fine, have your game then not your girlfriend who wants and needs your attention." you say
he goes to speak to you but instead he responds to his friends saying "guys. guys move round back i'm coming, that motherfucka who killed me, he's hiding in that building let's get his ass"
weeks of exhausting finals and studying, you didn't want him as a tutor anymore. you didn't just want his presence, you wanted his true undivided attention. his arms around you, you wanted to sit on his lap and ride him, you would take anything at this point.
you wanted his cock in you or in your mouth, you didn't care, you want his hands on your face, his lips on yours, you wanted to be touched. you wanted to hear him say that he was proud of you and all of your hard work. you wanted his cock in every way, your stomach doing flips, and your soaked just at the thought, your pussy pulsating with need.
if he was so busy, you have to find another way to draw it out of him or deal with it, find the release you were looking for; you have to raise the bar to get him to break.
so you try again but this time it would be different.
as you make your way back to him, your chest pressed to his back, you watch him play the game and kiss his neck, but this time your hand was moving, caressing his chest, and your hands slowly make there was to his waistband
"he-hey baby what's-" he tries to question, but you aren't having any of it
"shhh, keep playing the game like you were before, keep talking to your friends, since you wanna be on the game so bad". you tell him sternly whispering in his ear , as you lick the shell of his ear.
he inhales, clearing his throat trying to ignore the feeling of your hand going down his pants and feeling the outline of his dick.
you rest your head on his shoulder as you watch him play, while your hand makes his way into his boxers.
he moves the mic away from his lips turning his head to you "b-baby, cmon this ain't fair i'm playing the-"
"and continue to play" you smile pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.
you wrap your hand around him. around the base of his dick
you hear the inhale he takes as he moves the mic back to his lips, hesitating to speak as you begin to move your hand slowly around his, feel the heft in your hand, you can feel him throbbing just a bit, and you can't lie that it puts a smile on your face.
he hasn't said a word, but you hear the muffled voice of his friends talking on his headphones.
you feel his chest inhale sharply has your hand begins to move faster.
"baby, i think your friends are talking to you answer them, think you need to move in the game you have been afk for a minute"
his breath shudders, you kiss his ear, the one that isn't covered by the headphone.
"l-last round guys" he announces in the mic he says clearing his throat trying to mask the noises he really wants to let out.
you smile, you continue to stroke him faster, feel him completely hard now and you ask him, you know just to tease him and get on his nerves
"last round, already?? there is three more to go, keep playing baby, play for me" you whisper, giving light kisses on his ear as you feel a little spot of pre cum forming on his tip, you move it around the head of him and he groans.
"uh- t-they are one me, the enemy is close- b..by" he lets out a weak call out to his friends.
"all i wanted was some time baby, but you were busy playing the game" you say as before you lick his ear "wanted time but you were busy on the game talking to your friends"
he nods, trying to turn his head over his shoulder to reach your lips and kiss you. you move back just a bit, not all the way, just enough that he can't reach your lips anymore, as they remained puckered, he frowns.
you put your hand under his chin and redirecting his focus back on the screen.
his hips jerk slighty trying to meet the thrust of your hand.
you won't let him cum. not like this. you just wanna get him started, you want him close.
you loosen the grip on your dick and get off the bed, moving in front of him, slowly going on your knees.
his eyes are practically begging you not to, you can tell by the way his eyebrows scrunch up. but you know from how he was throbbing in your hand and how he his breath quickened, you know he wants it.
you smiles as you caress his thigh, leaving sweet kisses on his thighs as you look up at him.
a devious smile on your face.
you hold him at the base of his dick and stroke lightly, as you kiss the tip and you feel the throb in your hand, his head down now looking at you, as your eyes lock you move forward your mouth completely swalling him, he groans, not talking as his hands barely move on the controller and his eyes are closed.
you slip out of his mouth and he sighs, a whine leaves his mouth. his mic still on. you looked at him and then turned back to the tv to see his avatar barely moved from where you last saw it.
"what? you done playing?" you ask innocently
his jaw clenches. and take a frustrated sigh, dick hard as hell throbbing as he clears his throat and talks into the mic
you stand up and straddle his thigh kissing his ear that isn't covered "mmm baby, tell me im a good girl". as you kiss his ear. "i wanna hear it, i've been missin you and i come home and your on the game, not paying attention to me"
sammie lets out a heavy exhale as he is having a hard time listening to his friends on the game, and you in his other ear, whispering to him how much you need him, and his dick, how badly you ached for him.
you begin to grind on his thigh.
"baby, please i missed you too i just-" his words die in his throat as he feels the wetness between your thigh.
“sammie i need you, please” you plead, kissing his neck
you lift your knees and grind on his thigh, you feel the flex of his muscles and you gasp, causing your back to arch and grind more. He throws his headset off and turns the game off, his hands immediately grabbing on ass.
“i got you baby, you need to use me? go ahead” he kisses you, his lips meeting yours and moving your hips against his thigh.
“you just couldn’t wait could you?” your hand slips around his dick, stroking him.
your head drops with your mouth parting, gasping.
“take these panties off” sammie groans as he is already pulling them down for you and you lift your hips, removing your soaked panties.
now your bare already wet clit is making contact with his flexed thigh and you hiss “ooou shit”
“mmmm, you’re so wet baby, these panties soaked and you just all wet for me”
all you could do was nod as you felt the pressure building up inside of you.
“stop that nodding shit, you wanted my attention so now i’m giving it to you, talk to me, answer me baby,” he says with a smile on his face as he move your hand from his dick, replacing his own hand.
“nnnggghh, i don’t know what you want me to say!” you whine as your hips move sloppier.
a devious smile creeps on his face “bout that final. how was it tell me what you remember?” he asks seeing the pout on my face
“no, t-that’s too much work” tears prick into your eyes. this was not a part of your plan. you did not want to think right now. you wanted to fuck.
“you’re my sweet. smart girl right? you got it” his sweet voice encouraging you as always
you don't answer as the words die from the pressure being stirred in your lower belly. your hips moving on there own. sammie watches you and sees that you are close, he places his hands on your waist, seeing that you aren't truly listening to him.
"baby, i want you to answer these questions for me, while you grind on me, you don't have to pleasure me right now this about you. can you do that for me?" he asked with a light smile on his face and his dick that throbbed.
"yes i can, please i'll be good, but i wanna please you too" you promise as you kiss him.
you hiss as he lifts you to straddle him fully now, your knees on the sides of his waist as he makes you hover over him lining you up with him.
"please-"
his hands find your clit as he rolls it "shhh, how does surface area influence reaction rate?"
your eyebrows furrow as he traced circles on your clit, your hands find his shoulders, you clench, you take his shirt off, and take your own off, throwing them somewhere behind you.
"what?" you ask confused on why he is asking your chem questions right now. at a time like this. where you are practically dripping on his fingers down to his dick.
"you heard me pretty, how does surface area influence reaction rate?" he asks again as his neck cranes to look up at you, watching your face
"uh, by increasing the surface area of reactant molecules, we increase the space or point of contact that the molecules have avaliab-"
he moves your hips down, as he eases only the tip into you, he knows what he's doing and he's getting a rise out of it.
"gimme" is all you can say. no, no, not say beg.
"finish the answer" he simply tells you as he is looking down at only his tip that has entered you.
you think quickly on what you were saying "um, ummmm, oh oh that the molecules have available to interact, that causes an increase in the rate o reaction!"
you know the answer is right and you want your reward.
you slam down onto him.
he groaned, "fuuucckkkk, baby," his hands immediately wrapping around you, caressing your back.
the sounds were obscene you heard how wet you were and you just didn't care.
"fuck, baby slow down, question fa-fu-for you, h-how does a -catalyst speed up a-ch-emical reaction?." sammie chokes out trying to focus on his question and the feeling of him inside you.
he holds your hips down making you sit down on his dick, taking him fully, you stay there for a moment needing to adjust to him.
"i wanna fuck, not answer questions i already took my final already" you whine kissing him, trying to lift your hips that he has pinned down to him"
"ffuck ! ok okayyy! uh a catalyst-" shit what do they do?? "umm they speed up a chemical reaction by f-finding an alternate pathway with a lower activation energy?' you answer, you answered as a question, not as confident in yourself.
sammie looks at you, his eyebrow quirking up and head tilting a little. "you sure? you don't sound so sure baby?
you lean your head on his shoulder, trying to level your body to get some friction and you hear the chuckle that leaves him
"baby, you sure that's the right answer? you ain't sound so sure?" he questions again, as he pecks your neck
he knows you get silent when you're thinking so he gives you a minute.
"okay okay!" you never liked feeling rushed, mixed with the pressure of him in you and him questioning you, its overwhelming.
"it finds the alternate pathway but with a higher activation energy?" you aren't sure, you just wanted to move at this point.
he lifts you up. holding you in his arms until your back meets the bed and he leaves your briefly but quickly returns. his dick filling you up deep inside. as is on top of you.
"ffuuck!" you exclaimed
"what did i say about second guessing yourself baby?" he looks you in your eyes as if he isn't fucking the shit out of you.
"not to" you quickly answer "i'm sorry, i'm sorry"
a smile finds his lips as his hips never stopping meeting yours, "i love you baby, my smart princess and i know you did good on your final, you were right the first time about the lower activation energy. never doubt yourself"
"you are so beautiful, so smart, fuck baby you feel so good" he praises you as he pound into you, causing your breast to jiggle just a bit but all you could truly hear was the praises he was whispering in your ear and the squelching sound he was making your pussy sound.
"s-sammie shhiit, i love you, i'm- mmmm gonna hngh!!, gonna cum baby!"
"i love you too, that's my pretty girl" he growls, as he spreads your legs wider and panting with need.
"mmmfucck, baby," you whine, with tears streaming down. your senses feel overstimulated, your clit, the sounds and sammie groaning in your ear.
"you gonna cum?, yeahhh, you bout to cum ain't you?." he growls with a grin on his face.
the pressure and pace is fast.
"you feel so good baby, this that smart pretty pussy feels like huh?" he mumbles under your breath, his tone has changed, its not even talking to you, he's talking to her. your pussy
"making all those noises cumming for me" he whispers.
"mmmphh" whimpering as you take everything he gives you "i feel you, you are so deep."
he kisses you, "c'mon, cum for me, you 're so messy look at all that." as he has one hand near your head, he takes his other hand and his finger makes his way towards your clit again. causing you to throw your head back in pleasure.
"you wanted my attention, baby, now look at yourself can't even take it," he pants.,
he wasn't far behind himself "shhiitt" he groans as his hips finally begin to slow down.
his lips meet yours again, and his lips meet your hairline causing you to smile.
"t-thank you baby" you manage to say as are catching your breath, he gives a weak nod, slowly pulling out of you.
"anytime baby," he says as his back hits the mattress, and he lies beside you.
"even on the game?" you ask with a playful smirk.
sammie chuckles, shaking his head, letting out a huff of breath. "even on the game" as he lightly kisses your forehead.
you give him a knowing smirk and press a final kiss on his cheek. you move closer to lay on his chest listening to his heartbeat. as you guys lay there for a while, catching your breath. the room was in a comfortable silence.
until you heard it ???
a faint, tinny tiny sound, it sounded tiny, muffled person almost.
you lift your head off of his chest, trying to listen to what the sound could be. as you tap sammie's bare chest, needing his attention on the matter, he peeks one eye open, looking at you, he mumbles, "what is it?". with a sense of relaxation in his voice.
with nothing else to say, you look around the room and get up from the bed and stare at the floor, no, no not the floor, what he threw on the floor, you pointed a shaky hand to his headset on his. sammie sees your face and grows concerned, as he gets up and looks at what you are pointing too.
you hear the muffled voices you thought sounded like angry smurfs were his friends he were talking to when he was playing the game.....on his headset.
you slowly look at him with a horrified expression on your face, and whisper, "sammie.. do you think they heard? did you ever mute?
sammie practically stared at the headset like it was a live grenade. "only one way to find out" he looks at you and picks up his headset, pressing one side to his ear and the mic to his mouth.
"yoo?" he says into the mic. wondering.
the sudden burst of his friends talking all at one. "we heard every damn thing since we've been playing." one of his friends say.
your eyes widen and you cover your mouth in embarrassment. wishing the floor would swallow you up right then and there.
sammie's jaw drops as he drags a hand over his face. "then why" he groaned into the mic "didn't y'all just leave the voice chat?!"
you hear one of his friends yell "well maybe you fucking forgot, but you are the party leader!!", he informs sammie "your avatar has been running into a wall the entire time, and we have called your phone and screamed for y'all, we ain't need to listen to the porno so we just turned our mics down and screamed until you guys would hopefully notice!"
one of his friends eric voice chimed in with a laugh "nigga y'all nasty as fuck, talking bout some chem, nahhhh y'all doing anatmoy and shit."
you groaned as you took a pillow and stuffed your face into it, wanting to hide. sammie turned his headphones off and returned to you, shaking his head and lying down.
you felt the bed dip just a bit as his body hit the bed, letting out a sigh as he shook his head, he looked over at you as your face was hidden in the pillow, he let out a bit of a chuckle.
"well at least they got a show" sammie joked shrugging his shoulders.
you turn to him slowly and smack him with the pillow, as you hear his full-hearted laugh pulling from him.
a/n & taglist:
i don’t know whyyyyyyy, this shii took me forever and a day! i was soo annoyed i stayed up at 3am adding more stuff to the end..i think that’s my problem 😭. but y’all let me know what y'all think.
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