If you're open to a small Sammy Bryant Drabble request, I'm loving the idea of Sammy loving to eat out/blow reader (would be happy with M or F) who is super shy about it. He could spend hours down there, and one time right as they climax they pull fairly hard on his hair, dragging his face even closer to them to ride out their high and Sammy sees stars (maybe cumming untouched?? 🫣🫣) ((pls pls ignore if this isn't for you))
Heyy! Thank you for the request! I believe wholeheartedly that Sammy Bryant is a munch. He is an eater. My boy prefers eating pussy over eating food because what better meal is there than his precious girl? I hope this is what you wanted and you like it! Kinda got a bit carried away Warnings: Fem!Reader, cunnilingus, face riding, hair pulling, Sammy being a pathetic dog. 0.5k words.
Sammy is a man who loves to eat. And when I say eat, I mean eat. He wasn’t a small guy by any stretch, and his favourite meal to eat was you. This man could go down on you for hours if you’d let him. He got pussy drunk so quickly off you, it was adorable. “Mmph! Sam..Sammy!” Your voice was hoarse from the last few hours of you moaning, crying, and begging for him to just take it easy. Sammy had been eating you out for the last four fucking hours, and he wasn't any closer to letting up on you. He was still going with just as much vigor as when he started. “Sammy, please!” You whined desperately, trying to push his head away to give yourself a moment to relax. Sammy wasn’t having any of it, swiping his tongue over your clit harshly before pressing his face harder against you, gripping your hips in a vice-like grip to keep you still. Your hand gripped his auburn curls harshly, grounding yourself to the moment, worried you’d actually float away from the way he was about to pull your fifth orgasm out of you. “One more for me baby…please. Need it..” Sammy's muffled voice vibrated against your core in a desperate tone. His tongue and lips were working overtime to rip that last orgasm from you, even if it killed you in the process. You couldn’t help the way your hips ground against his pretty face, giving in to his desperate plea and letting yourself relax into his ministrations. Sammy’s efforts doubled as he felt you relaxing and grinding against his face. His own hips rutted frantically into the mattress, seeking some relief from how painfully hard he was. Your hand clamped down hard on his curls as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of orgasm, pushing him as close as he could get as you rode his face with frenzied movements. Sammy let out a pitiful whine as you used his face, his eyes rolled back and fluttered shut as he got lost in the feeling of you. Your fifth orgasm crashed over you like a tsunami, coating Sammy's face and the sheets in your sweet slick. Sammy thought he’d died and gone to heaven from the way your thighs were squeezing and trembling around his head, fucking yourself on his face so desperately. Your intoxicating scent and the sweet, slightly tangy taste that danced on his tongue had him fucking his hips into the mattress like a dog. He was humping and rocking his clothed dick against the sheet like a pathetic mutt, teetering on the brink of orgasm himself. His hips squirmed and stutted as he came with a muffled, pitiful whine against your cunt. His cock spurted ropes of warm, creamy cum into his boxers, leaking through onto the sheet below him. Sammy was panting like he’d ran a marathon, and you were lying on the bed, sprawled out, looking as disheveled as you felt.
