Could you write some smut for Sammy?
(I missed him🥲)
Bad Romance "i want your drama, the touch of your hand "
SAMUEL SEO NSFW FIC
🔞 MINORS DNI: This post contains NSFW (18+) content, explicit sexual scenarios, and strong language. Includes: overstimulation, marking, biting, and praise/degrading. All character's ages have been lifted to 21+
The floor-to-ceiling windows of Samuel’s office in One MCN framed Seoul like a snow globe, blue and white lights flickering against the night. Inside, the atmosphere hung heavy with the low hum of the AC, broken only by the sharp clink of ice in Samuel's crystal tumbler as he swirled his whiskey, staring out at the city.
He didn't turn when you came in. Didn't need to. Your perfume cut through his office like a knife—the same perfume he had gifted you on your six-month anniversary.
"Where were you?" he asked, his voice low.
"I-uh, was with Mr. Alexander Hwang regarding—"
He pivoted then, his hair down and his royal blue tie loose against his white suit. His concealer had faded on his hands, and his tattoos were visible. He was a mess.
"Samuel... What’s wrong?"
His glass hit the side table with a thud, and he closed the distance in three strides. You backed up on instinct until your ass bumped the massive mahogany desk, the wood cool against your skin. He caged you there, his big hands slamming down on either side of you.
"You have no idea," he murmured, leaning in until you could feel his breath hot against your neck. He inhaled deep, shuddering like a man starved. "All day long, that fucktard has been treating me like shit." His teeth scraped the soft spot under your ear, biting down just enough to sting. A growl rumbled from his chest when your breath caught, sharp and needy, and fuck, it twisted something deep in him.
He pulled back a fraction, eyes locking on yours. Samuel hated this vulnerability, the way you made him feel exposed, like he wasn’t some intimidating monster. But seeing you like that --lips swollen, chest heaving, thighs pressing together.... he felt invincible. Possessive, even.
"Look at me," he demanded, thumb hooking under your chin, forcing your gaze up. His grip tightened. "Say it. Who owns this body? Me. Only me."
The second you pulled him by his tie and whispered, "You, Samuel, only you," his control shattered.
He crashed into you, his mouth devouring yours in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue. You could feel the sharpness of the whiskey lingering on his tongue. There was no softness. His lips bruised as he sucked on your tongue, swallowing your gasps like they were air. His hands yanked you closer, fingers digging into your waist, pulling until there was no space left.
He hoisted you onto the desk, papers flying everywhere. He didn't give a damn. His focus was you, legs parting for him on instinct, wrapping around his waist to drag him in, the friction sending sparks up your spine.
"Fuck," he groaned against your throat, nipping down to your collarbone while his hands shoved under your blouse, thumbs circling your nipples until they peaked hard. "These are mine. Mine to fuck whenever I want."
He yanked your skirt up, bunching it at your hips, his fingers hooking into your panties and ripping them. The cool air hit your wetness, making you clench, but then his hand was there, thick fingers sliding through your folds, teasing your clit with slow circles.
"So wet for me already," he hissed, voice wrecked, eyes feral as he watched your face. "You think about this too, don't you?"
“Don’t lie, Sammy. You dream about me more."
One finger slipped inside you, followed by a second, curling just right to draw out your breath. Your hips moved with him, seeking more, but he paused, smiling against your skin as he brought his hand up, brushing your wetness lightly over your thigh.
"Easy," he said, sinking to his knees, parting your legs wider. His mouth followed, circling your clit with lazy strokes, then dipping lower in slow, open laps that had you arching into him. You ran your fingers through his hair, and he hummed softly. It felt good, deeply so, like he was savoring every moment.
When you came, it was quiet, a soft gasp escaping as he worked you through it. He stood then, shrugging off his shirt, pants loosened just enough to free himself—hard and ready, but his eyes stayed on yours. They had from the beginning.
"Tell me you want this," he said.
He pushed in slowly, filling you inch by inch, after you gave him the green light.
"Swallow me whole, sweetheart."
You wrapped around him, nails grazing, and he stilled, holding your gaze. Then he moved, steady thrusts that rocked the desk.
Then as the night changed, and night lights faded to first light, Samuel cradled you close, both of your bodies fused and messy, his embrace an unbreakable vow.
A/N: i missed our chest monster too!!! 🥲 wonder what he's up to now being with kitae and all.... apologies in advance if this weren't what you were expecting... I tried to do sammy justice...(ᵕ—ᴗ—) Enjoyyyy <3