tags: silly & wholesome fluff, suggestive (sam getting dirty thoughts), best friends to lovers
sam and you are pretty close, having been friends for such a long time now. showing up at each other's places unannounced isn't a new thing for you two! but it never ended up in a situation like this…
when sam enters your house and can't spot you immediately, he makes his way to your bedroom, opening the door without a warning. the only thing on his mind is that cool thing he's dying to tell you about!
but any thought sam just had leaves his mind as soon as he sees you standing in front of him, half-naked and bend over to pick up your clothes
he simply freezes and stares at you, first shocked and then pleasantly surprise!
sam knew you were good-looking and all, but it was an entirely different thing to suddenly see you so exposed. you weren't just good-looking, you were HOT!
by now, you've turned around and gasped surprised, quickly covering yourself up. but sam is still lost in his thoughts and can't help but blush a little, as his mind wanders off to more… dirty things
however, once you throw your shirt at him, sam snaps back to reality! he can't help but awkwardly laugh about the entire situation and apologize, letting you know he came to tell you something – but he'll wait outside, until you're done changing!
as soon as the door falls shut behind him again, sam's mind wanders off again. now that he knows what you look like without your clothes, he really wants to see it again…
sam stardewvalley gets hard when you're a little mean to him... that's all i have to say.
no it's not, apparently i had 2.2k words to say about it last night so here's a snippet and click on the LINK to read more:
he came to see you… despite everything, he came to see you. his face is pointed at the floor, and you're unsure if you're even deserving of meeting his bright and cheerful gaze after how you spoke to him on the phone. you're still regaining your breath when he slowly lifts his head, but he doesn't look sad at all. or angry. or irritated in any way. he's not there to confront you, sweet sammy boy, not there to tell you it's over, to break it off because he deserves to be treated better. no, the shine in his eyes is all too familiar to you, though usually it stays in the semi-darkness of your bedroom, close-up while you share the same breath and his moans echo in your ears. the shine is almost making his pupils look like they're vibrating. his lips are slightly chapped and parted, letting out quick breaths like he ran all the way from his house to you. like he was still desperate to be with you despite your snapping at him so unfairly.
"babe…" he starts, little more than a whisper, "i'm sorry i—"
"you're sorry?!" you scoff, covering your mouth to stifle a sob that threatens to escape you and ruin the perfect chance you have to apologise like you've been begging the universe to allow you. "i tried calling, i— i couldn't reach you, sam, i'm so fucking sorry i shouldn't—"
"no, no you don't…" he pushes off the door frame and instead grips your shoulders with large hands, leading you backwards deeper into the farm house. he kicks the door closed with grace he rarely exhibits, not breaking his stride for a moment while you let him push you wherever, as long as he's there with you. "you don't understand, you don't… don't apologise."
you see his adam's apple bob as he swallows, and you look down to make sure your feet safely cross the threshold to where he's taking you — your bedroom — and that's when you notice it.
"sam…" you gasp, the sight of his bulge straining against his faded jeans making your head spin.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
(will post on here after switching to the other blog thanks)
cw; pnv, praise, pet names, sam being silly, drumfucking
You don’t really notice how close you are with someone till you’re straddling their lap at a drum kit.
You had been hanging out a lot more with Sam recently. Whether it was in his room, at your farm, or out with friends— you were together. It wasn’t uncommon for you to head over to his house after your chores to see what he was up to. Jodi was gone for most of the afternoons he didn’t work, so it left you with time to spend time alone.
The two of you hadn’t been dating for long, so it was nice having someone who wanted you around.
On one of your shared afternoons, you lounged on Sam's bed, lazily scrolling on your phone. Sam was messing around on his drum kit, he’d mentioned wanting to pick it up again. With your headphones in, you could hardly hear the instrument over passing videos.
That was until a clip popped up, a drummer playing normally with his girlfriend straddling his lap. So effortless, and the way she bounced put an obvious image in your mind.
A grin split on your face. “Sam!” You rolled over, standing while taking out your headphones.
He watched the video, the same grin on his face. “Get on.”
You set down your phone, and quickly settled in. His jeans flexed against your thighs, and Sam took a breath to calm himself. You took a moment to adjust yourself, eventually settling yourself right against him. Arms wrapping behind his neck for stability, you smiled encouragingly at him.
Sam took another breath.
Drumming a few beats before going into a section from one of his band’s songs. The kick drum bounced you hard, your pussy pounding against the seam of his pants. “S-Sam..” His face was growing red, but he seemingly didn’t hear you.
A few more beats and your core ached. The friction of your panties rutting against him, you worried about the wet spot forming on his crotch. Which Sam only just seemed to notice. The rhythm slowed, his breathing hitched. Lips clashed together, heat forming with each grind against his lap.
Sam abandoned the drumsticks, choosing to now grope under your skirt. Playing with the hem of your panties before snaking his hand under to pull them to the side. Grinding upward as you worked his dick free from the denim restraints. Almost laughing at the desperate sighs and moans escaping him with each desperate touch.
“F-Fuck…ahh…!” Your kiss finally broke, giving you time to adjust yourself. Hovering your dripping pussy over him, pausing for a moment before sinking down. Taking him, stretching around his throbbing cock. “W-Wait, j-just hold on…” He begged, gripping at your waist tightly. You sat tight at the base, trying your best to stay still for him. A small whine sounding from you, your eyes met his gorgeous green. Full of love for you, his face bright red.
Sam laid another kiss on your lips before starting to move you. Hands now on your hips, guiding each thrust.
“You’re so good…and patient…Fuck..” Sam bucked his hips up, as if he wasn’t controlling just how fast you were bouncing on his cock. Faster, he gripped tighter. His foot even slammed against the pedal of his kit a few times. “Ohh..Yoba, you drive me wild…” He babbled, praising your every move. You held on tighter, holding on as your legs started shaking.
“Babe, I..” He sighed, now moving your hips faster. “I’m going to..” Now, your hands moved up to the tousled blonde mess, gripping tight as your climax finally reared. Back arching as his thumbs circled soft on your skin, a smile on his face through tired sighs. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he pulled you off, allowing himself to cum finally. Missing your leg, where he meant to aim, and instead spilling onto his rug under the kit. Only pulling out in the nick of time, but feeling immediate regret for not holding out a second longer.
“Damn…” He sighed, staring at the mess on the floor. Then on his jeans. Wet stains around his crotch, white dribbled on his leg. Sam then looked back up to you with his usual loveable smile.
“We should do that again sometime.”
cat’s note ; i know I’ve been on a big jason kick lately, but i had this sitting in my drafts for so long i just needed to get it out welcome back sam stardew valley <3
We're all missing you back at the valley! Moms been bugging me to hang out with Sebastian more, she says I've been moping around the house since you left, can you believe that?
I've got tons of new songs to show you though! I've been writing nonstop, Elliot saw me the other day and wants to make some kind of club now? I don't know, but he's actually a cool guy once you get to know him! He's good with kids too, him and Vince made a sweet sandcastle together, you should've seen it!
Speaking of Vincent, he won't leave me alone! He's constantly asking when you're coming back, what you're doing, over and over again. You better bring him back something cool, you hear me?
Take care of yourself,
your buddy Sam!
(P.s. Vincent drew you something, figured I'd include it!)
Because I'm a new Sam simp and realised you guys are STARVING
Word count: 5.7k
Content: Praise, softdom Sam, smutty hurt/comfort, and tbh a lot of goofing around because I doubt Sam would be super serious AKJSHD Also because I just never really liked dirty talking that much
I'll edit this post more and post this to A03 later... I'm going to eep, it's past my bedtime
Update: its up on A03! And if you wanted more immersion, heres the playlist I listened to while writing this AKAHSH
Shoutout to @loverboykirstein for letting me use your banner -7-;;
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Winters in the valley were always calm and slow. Quiet and beautiful, the villagers embraced the icy scenes while waiting for their home to come back to life.
Calm, slow, quiet, and beautiful were all things that [y/n] had gotten used to over the past year of living on their grandfather’s old farm. A calm environment, a slower life, and quiet, beautiful surroundings had dissolved all of the ailments they lived with on a daily basis in Pine-Messa city. The hopelessness, the burn-out, the anxiety and insatiable exhaustion had been left in their Joja cubicle.
But winter was different. This was an all-consuming, eerie kind of quiet. you had only started getting fully used to the brand new silence and slow living in the fall. You were far from ready to be plunged head-first into the abyss that is Pelican Town’s winters. There was genuinely nothing to do, and you couldn’t stand it. The Adventurer’s Guild has been your saving grace. It was something to keep you busy. But lately, you have been a bit too busy for comfort.
The usually cheery and social farmer had seemingly gone missing for a few days. The guild has given you a quest that they thought you were ready for, but you proved to be in over your head, even if you wouldn’t admit it. 150 slimes needed to be slain by the end of the week. Today was the last day, and you had only dealt with 90. Marlon was annoyed, and had given you a stern talk about the guild policy.
“These slimes are breeding like rabbits!” He would hiss, “If they head upwards, guess what? The town is fucked, [y/n]. fucked!” His voice grit in the farmer’s skull like sandpaper. Your teeth grinded with rage over Marlon’s thoughtless blame.
For the first time in days, you had plopped down on your living room couch and unlocked your phone. What seemed like hundreds of notifications flooded in. Missed texts from Abby, from Sam, even from Sebastian. Arching a brow, you scrolled down on the notification block to read more
Rock Eater
[Image]
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3
Johnnie Gilbert’s lookalike
Where are you?
I thought you would like the ice festival :(
Dog Boy
[Y/N]!!!
WHERE ARE YOU?? >_<
YOU NEED TO KICK WILLY’S ASS AT FISHING
PLEASE I MADE A BET WITH SEB I CAN’T LOSE
+17
“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself. You had been so caught up in the slime bounty that you completely forgot one of the festivals. It sounded like a fun one, too. It was a tradition older than Pelican Town itself. The festival started as a ritual to ward off winter depression, but it was given the Christmas treatment and now centered around ice carving, fishing and shopping. Abigail even sent a picture of the Gotoran cart merchant’s pig in a little jacket.
With a heavy sigh, you tossed your phone to the other side of the couch and rubbed your face. you’d answer them later. Right now, the last thing you wanted was to explain why you were gone. So why not pretend to be gone for a few more hours? It’s already been days.
Slumping down against the plush of the couch, [y/n] turned on the new TV you had just bought from Robin, a smart TV in limited stock. You knew you had to grab one while you could; Tech products like that were a bit of a rarity in the valley. They were hard to get unless you wanted to travel to the cities, or pay a ridiculous shipping fee.
Curling up against the armrest with a blanket, your brain went on autopilot as a streaming service booted so you could watch a comfort show. With your head resting on the armrest like it was a pillow, you found your arms clutching over your torso. Usually a plushy would sit there, but you couldn’t be bothered to get up. You didn’t even notice your blinks slowly becoming longer, filled with tranquility, until…
knockknockknockknockknock
The heavy, yet gentle knocking had made you jump out of your skin. Your eyes darted around as your body tried to come back to life. Hesitantly, you let your legs leave the blanket.
Knockknockknockknock
“Just a sec-!” you called out whilst scurrying to your feet. Oh Yoba, please don’t be Lewis asking for bills or Pam asking for more homemade alcohol.
You quickly tried to fix your clothes and hair as they walked over to the door. You needed to look somewhat presentable if you wanted to avoid excusing your disappearance. Upon opening the door, A heavy load flew off your shoulders; It was just Sam
“Oh thank fuck,” you huffed. your heart rate slowed and you let your head rest on his shoulder.
Your friendship was odd. You two were close. Really close. Not to say you weren’t also close to Sebastian and Abby, but this was… different. You were touchy. Everyone but you two acknowledged the tension and hesitance.
“Hey,” Sam whispered, lazily wrapping a heavy arm around you. . His skin was cold, chilled to the bone from the frigid night. “I left the festival early to check on you. I… haven’t heard from you in days, I was getting worried,”
“Sorry,” you whined, “It's been… rough,” you sighed. A breeze flew by, causing both of you to shudder. “Here, come in, maybe I’ll start something in the kettle,” you invited, Which Sam quickly obliged.
“Really? That’d be awesome, thank you so much [y/n]! You got any more of that mint hot chocolate? It was sick!” He suggested, closing the door behind him with his foot
“I can do that,” you hummed, grabbing your kettle off the stove and filling it in the sink
A shiver ran through Sam’s bones as removed his snow boots, leaving them at the door and made his way to the couch while you were occupied with the drinks. While sitting down, he rubbed his hands together and sighed into them in a sad attempt to warm them,
“Um… Where have you been again?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you as you returned and sat next to him. You paused and took a breath. Did you really want to open these flood gates?
“Marlon,” you finally grumbled, “Adventurer’s guild stuff. Slimes are breeding like crazy, which is odd because they usually don’t start until Spring. They’re starting to infest entire floors and rise closer to the surface. We’ll keep it under control but… Spring might be rough. I might need to cut back on my crop load” you vented. The release made you release tension in your face that you didn’t know you had., Sam’s smile contorted into a look of worry.
“Holy shit, dude. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” you insisted as you rubbed your face with open hands, as if attempting to scrub off the stress and sleep deprivation “Just,, hnnnggff,” You leaned forward, placing Your elbows on your own knees. “Marlon’s been on my ass, dude. Bad,”
“That’s not fair, he was at the festival earlier,”
“He was?” you snapped up with wide eyes
“Yeah! he cheered Willy on for the fishing competition,”
Suddenly, you felt your blood run hot, “That motherfucker,” you hissed. As if timed for this exact moment, the kettle began to whistle, and Sam had tried his best to keep his giggling quiet
In a swift motion, you stood from the couch and made your way over to the kitchen, “I’ll put arsenic in your drink,” you threatened as you opened the cupboard and grabbed two mugs along with the box of powdered drink mix. As grumpy as you were, his laughter was contagious. You needed to bite the inside of your cheek and clench your jaw to avoid giggling with him
“Aww, come ooon. You know you love me,” Sam teased. you rolled your eyes, ignoring the fact he was kind of right
“Please,” you giggled. After a few noises from the kitchen, you returned with two steaming mugs in hand and placed them on the coffee table. you plopped down beside your best friend, a heavy, slow sigh leaving your lips, “That mother fucker… was he seriously there?”
Sam tilted his head and hummed a curt “Hm?”
“Marlon,” you whined. You shifted in your spot, then leaned your head on his shoulder. Sam’s eyes darted down at you. He had to admit, he felt a bit of pity for you. How could he not?. With a slow breath, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and nodded
“Yeah. He was. … Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, just… ugh, forget it,”you grumbled. You snuggled into your friend’s body, wanting to hide from the rest of the world with him. His jacket had just been washed, but the smell of weed still lingered under the faint scent of detergent. Domesticity was something that you had to admit you craved. It’s been a long time since you loved someone, and out of everyone in the small town, Sam may be your best candidate. You tilted your head up once you decided to stop hiding. Your gaze met his own for just a second before he anxiously looked away. A smirk tugged at your lips. You had to admit, his coyness was cute.
“I really missed you, y’know,” you commented. You kept your head down, but looked up through your eyelashes, a calculated puppy-eye to test the waters. Sam looked back down to you. A small smile joined the pink blush on his face
“Really? I mean, I uh, I really missed you, too, [y/n]. I… I really did,” He stammered out with an embarrassed grin. Yoba, he was adorable. you snuggled closer, letting your hand rest on his thigh
“I like,, really missed you, Sammy
Sam’s eyes slowly widened as he started to realize what you were implying, “... Did you?” He whispered back, turning his body to face yours more, “...It really was quiet around here without you,”
Then there was silence. His wide, sweet blue eyes met yours, but you were focused on his lips. A precious mauve pink, complemented by the silver hoop filling his single lip piercing. The flesh looked smooth and soft, you couldn’t help but wonder if he had done that on purpose, in hopes you would kiss him one day. A slow blink adjusted your gaze to meet Sam’s eyes.
As if someone had told both of you that now was the moment, both of you leaned in. When your lips met, Sam’s hand moved to cup your cheek, just to feel a bit closer to you as his lips tingled from the contact.
Despite it being brief, the two of them had pulled away from the kiss with beaming grins and flushed faces.
“... wow,” Sam whispered through shy giggles. How could you not share his laughter? He was so cute. If he had a tail, your drinks would be all over the floor and the mugs would be broken. His pretty eyes seemed to glisten in the light from the television and crackling fireplace, it being the only light in the whole cabin.
With a bright red face, Sam fidgeted with his hands, unsure of what to do next, let alone what he was allowed to do. He was terrified to overstep a boundary and ruin this moment, the kind he would dream of at night and wake up from in a wet spot.
“Here Sammy, come here,” you whispered, placing your hands on top of his to guide him. his hands landed on your collarbone. You led him downwards, and directed his hands to cup your breasts. His eyes widened and his lips parted, making you giggle in a whisper
“Sam… are you… inexperienced?” you asked, trying to phrase it lightly. Sam swallowed, but seemed mesmerized by the warm, clothed flesh in his hands. He shook his head,
“Not exactly… just… It’s been a while. A long while, And I really like you,” he whispered. His eyes didn’t even twitch off of your body as his hands began to grope. Before you could question him, his eyes finally darted to your face. “Uh,, can I… is it okay if I keep touching you? I.. I want to explore a little bit," he asked. The sentence making its way past his lips was enough to feel himself swell into his jeans, the fit quickly becoming snug on him. With a smug grin, you nodded.
Sam leaned down, pushing you down into the couch. His irises seemed to tremble along with his hands as he took in the view beneath him. He couldn’t help but admire his beloved friend. You were prettier to him than anything his imagination could ever build. His fingertips snuck under your shirt, just to explore the body beneath it. A shiver ran up your spine from the contact, feeling the sensation get stronger and sweeter as his calloused pads ran upwards, then back down and towards the front, running down your ribcage and pausing at the belly button.
Even though the sight and sensation was blissful, you continued to worry. You continued to worry about the trouble you may be in with the guild. Then you remembered the fun Marlon must’ve had at the festival you unwillingly missed… the fun he stole from you.
A stuttering hum crept up from your throat as Sam’s hands trailed down to your hips. Feeling his thumbs gently trace your hip bones, you gazed down at him
“Sam?”
Sam’s hand’s paused and his eyes flickered back up to meet yours.
“Yeah?” He asked.
There was silence again. Well, now you had to admit, you were a little embarrassed. But you already had his attention. Your stomach churned and you looked over at the wall to break eye contact.
“... Was he having fun?”
“... huh?”
“Nevermind, nevermind,” you stammered out. Sam sat up a bit,
“[y/n], if you don’t want to this this, I totally–”
“No!” you nearly shouted, making Sam jump, “Sorry,, I… I really want you. Please. Let's keep going,”
“Okay… okay,” Sam mumbled with a nod.
He lowered his body again, letting his chest land on yours. He planted a kiss on your cheek, then another. He was so sweet…
He let his peppered kisses travel down, to your jaw, then to the side of your neck. His gentle, warm hand landed on your cheek again, and you let yours trail upward on his temple, your fingers tangling his hair
“I just…” You sighed out, staring at the ceiling. Sam stopped what he was doing and lifted his head again. You could’ve sworn a whine left his lips. He stared at you, like a dog waiting for a treat.
“I can’t believe he would do that and not tell me, he stressed me the fuck out all damn week-”
“[Y/N], are you sure you don’t want to pause and talk about this? Because I’m totally cool-”
“No, no, I’m sorry, please keep kissing me,”
Sam hesitated for a moment, but just shook his head and sighed, admitting defeat (and slight disbelief) with a raise of his eyebrows. His shy hands wandered back under the hem of your shirt, and his soft lips landed back on your neck, trailing towards your shoulder. His hands wandered up, his touch lingering on your rib cage until his hands landed on your bare breasts. A perverted smile tugged at his lips as he massaged at them and let his palms flatten against your nipples. A hum rose from our throat, you had to admit it felt good. Especially since it was him. Your hand ran through his hair, yet you continued to stare at the ceiling. You wanted to be immersed so badly, to surrender, but for some reason, you couldn’t make the leap…
“Y’know, I don't think I’d even be so bothered if h—”
“Alright,” Sam interrupted. In a fit of becoming a bit annoyed, he clasped his hand over your mouth and leaned over you. Your eyes grew wide and you quickly shut up. His head leaned down next to yours, his warm breath petting your earlobe,
“Here’s what we’re gonna do.”
He adjusted himself so that his weight was supported by his elbows and he raised his other hand: a clenched fist with his pinky finger up.
“Pinky promise me this is what you want. No feeling bad, no “sure why not”. You want this. You want me, truly,”
You were a bit stunned. This was almost uncharacteristic of him. But you had to admit, you kind of liked it. Though without hesitation, you lifted your hand and interlocked your finger with his.
“Okay, good,” He removed his hand from your mouth, using it instead to brush his knuckles against your cheek, “I’m gonna try something, okay? Nod if that’s okay,”
Your cheeks heated up, and you quickly nodded.
“Okay, perfect, awesome,” Sam mumbled to himself. His hand began to trace down your waist again, slowly. “I need you to stop talking for me, okay?” He whispered in your ear before kissing your temple. His finger trailed your hip bone, threatening to dip under your waistband. “I need you to clear your mind, as best you can. I need you to release that tension in your jaw,”
Slowly, his finger dipped under your waistband, simply caressing the skin underneath,
“And I need you to surrender yourself, and let me make you feel good. Can you do that for me?”
His voice was soothing and loving, gentle and coy. But his words, they were so, so hot. His breath was hot, running down your neck. it made your crotch begin to throb. It made your breathing quicken with anticipation.
“Mhm…” You hummed with a nod, your voice faltering under the situation.
“Good, good,”
His hand crawled even lower, until it met your lower lips. Despite being excited, he kept it slow. Carefully, he slipped one finger into your lips, then a second one, and spread them apart.
“You’re… wow… you’re really wet,” He whispered, mostly to himself with wide blue eyes. His fingers explored the new territory a bit, grazing on the labia until his fingertip found itself on your clit.
Your body spasmed, and a slightly startled gasp left your lips. His teasing drove you mad.
“I know, honey, I know. It’s okay,," He whispered, tilting his head downwards until his breath caressed the shell of your ear. "That’s an outside problem. It’s just you and me in here, baby, Okay?" His whispers echoed within your foggy head, and he began to press loving kisses onto your cheek again.
He rubbed the thick, calloused pad of his finger over your clit, rubbing back and forth at a painfully slow pace, “Just like that. Good. ... You’re doing so good, sweetpea,” It left his soft lips in a delicate whisper, as if it was a secret for you and you alone.
You reeled your head towards his. A helpless whine passed your lips and your back arched, revealing just how pent up you let yourself become over these past few weeks. It was a manifestation of how many times you pushed down your feelings for your beloved skater boy.
He kept it going for a little, letting your body warm up while lewd whimpers and hums echoed into his ear. Such a sweet noise for him, one that made him rock his hips into the couch cushions with a groan
“You’re so cute, you know that? Especially like this,’ He teased,
The graceful movements of his hand slowed, leaving you to pout. Though your attitude switched up quickly once you realized he stopped so he could take his shirt off. You sat up, a new wave of excitement rushing over you.
“Lets go to my room,” You suggested in a hushed voice, as if anyone else was around to hear you aside from your pet. Sam dropped his shirt to the floor and smiled, the chain around his neck with his father’s old dog tag jingling as he moved
“Sounds good,” He agreed, “wait, we should try that thing they do in movies, y’know, where they’re trying to kiss and remove their clothes at the same time while going to the bedroom. It’ looks kind of fun”
Ah,There was the idiot Sam you knew and loved.
You couldn’t help but laugh and nod, “Okay, let's try it,”
Sam had become a bit shy again, “Wait, time out,” He muttered before he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, letting the bulge in his navy blue cotton underwear a bit more free, “Sorry, it got tight, It kind of hurt, time in,”
You snorted and covered your mouth with your hand, giving into your fit of giggling,
“What? It did!” Sam tried to defend, before the giggling overcame him too, “I’m sorry dude, I’m just, absolutely packing, y'know? I can’t keep my foot-long contained in these skinny jeans, he’s gotta breathe,” He joked between gasps and laughter, making the both of you erupt
“Okay, okay,” you said in an attempt to calm the situation, “Okay, come here and kiss me pretty boy,” You flirted, making a ‘come closer’ motion with your hand. He obliged and pressed his body to yours, taking your jaw in his hands and letting your lips collide.
Both of your lips parted, deepening your kiss and allowing the tips of your tongues to meet each other. His hands wandered to the hem of your shirt again, this time pulling it up,
“C’mon, let's try to move a bit,” Sam suggested, shifting backwards while you shifted forward,
“Left Left, right left,, I don’t know my right from left,” Sam softly sung while pulling your shirt over your head, making you giggle more,
“What was that?” You asked,
“A military marching cadence my dad taught me when I was a kid. I just remembered it because this is… a lot harder than they make it look in the movies,” he rambled, the two of you giggled together again. With a grin, sam dropped your shirt to the floor and pecked you on the lips,
“Maybe I’ll teach you the whole chant later,” He placed his hands on your bare waist, and turned so he could gently push you against your living room wall, “I’m a little busy right now,”
“It’s a date,” You agreed with a rasp in your voice. You tilted your head to the side, letting Sam begin to nibble at your neck, this time with more intention than his gentle kisses. One hand found its way back to your face, the other found its way back to your breasts to continue his soft squeezing and massaging. He let his teeth sink into your skin, over your collarbone and shoulder. He kissed the bite marks he left, and carefully sucked some, leaving bruises, hickies, and your whimpers in his wake.
“Sam…” You whined, “Mm,, You’re driving me crazy,,”
“Yeah?” He hummed, leaving one final kiss on your neck, “Come on,” He took your hand in his. His pretty eyes flicked at yours, and he placed a kiss on the back of your hand with a grin before pulling you back towards your room.
Your body collapsed into your mattress as Sam kneeled on the floor beside your bed frame. He began to work his way down, placing kisses between your breasts and down your abdomen. His hands took a firm grip of your hips. With a bit of a haste, he pulled down your pants and took a moment to admire you, your almost naked body with nothing but underwear. A big smile cracked his face
You looked down at him, feeling a little nervous,
“Is everything alright…?”
“Yeah, yeah,” He assured, his eyes seeming to glow, “I’m just… You’re so pretty,” he whispered. He gazed up at you, his eyes meeting yours as he attempted something new; He grabbed the hem of your underwear in his teeth, and slowly dragged it down your legs.
Yoba… you could feel your hole start throbbing.
‘Heh,, learned that one from a comic Seb showed me,” he admitted a bit bashfully. You put your hand over your mouth to hide your smile and turned your head. Of course he would say that.
He took a second to admire you yet again, but the sight in front of him teased him beyond just gazing,,
He dragged his fingertips up your labia again, stopping once he reached your clit and flicking his eyes up so he can watch you squirm
“Where did we leave off?” He teased, “Something like this… right?”
He continued his back and forth motion, regaining his confidence as he watched your face contort and heard your restrained moans. He let his pace quicken, and let his other hand begin to tease your hole with another fingertip.
“Sammy…” You whimpered. Your walls throbbed and clenched around nothing, waiting very impatiently for him to make his move.
“Patience, honey… patience,” He cooed, letting his finger run a small circle over the rim before sinking in. You let out a groan and tilted your head back. Once pushing in to the second knuckle, he began to pull out, push in and pull out, then added a second finger. He leaned his body closer, keeping the pumps of his hand slow and methodical. You gripped at the blanket beneath you and let a small moan pass your lips. He was doing it on purpose
“Sammy… come on…” You whimpered, rocking your hips against his hand. He obliged, allowing his fingers to sink deeper and faster, an upward curl joining the routine as he leaned even closer. He moved his other hand away from your clit, and instead replaced it with his tongue. Soft, shy flicks of the tip of his tongue joined the rhythm of his hand. His masterpiece, and the finishing touch to his symphony was the moaning and mewling that left your chest.
“Fuck-!” you cried out. Your knees began to tremble around his body, your nails scratched into your forearms and your hips rocked. In a fit of needing something to hold onto, your hands quickly switched to holding his shoulders.
Sam picked up his pace again, the tips of his fingers rubbing your walls and his head bobbing a bit for more movement. The velvety feeling grew stronger and stronger. You dug your nails into his skin, making him groan into your crotch, his voice reverberating into your core.
“Ugh,, Sam! I’m so… I’m…!” You tried to whine, but the sweet sensation he provided made it hard to speak.
“I know, I know,” He hummed, “Give in, it’s okay,”
You threw your head back, a howl escaping your chest while your thighs vibrated. Your hole spasmed around his fingers as liquid arousal dripped around them, and your clit twitched in his mouth.
“Fuck! Sammy-!” you whined, followed by one more long groan. He slowed down, helping you ride out the high of your first orgasm in weeks.
Your body went limp and he leaned back. He extracted his fingers, and noticed how hot his face was. His skin was bright red, his eyes were puffy. And he was ecstatic.
He crawled up into your bed with you, immediately kissing your face like a puppy,
“That was perfect. Beautiful,” He praised, “You did so good, so good,” He laid on his side, gazing at you while you continued to come down and catch your breath. You turned your head to face him, and a smile tugged at your lips.
“...Round two?” you asked. Sam’s attention piqued.
“Really? I figured I would give you an extra minute,” He commented. Not that he was complaining though. He stood up, and his knees cracked from kneeling on the hardwood floor
“Ow, holy shit!” He yelped, more so in shock than in pain. Even after having one of the roughest orgasms of your life, he made you giggle.
“You okay, honey?” you asked through deep breaths and giggles,
“Yeah, holy shit,”
He pulled down the waistband of his undone, sagging jeans. Seeing that your eyes were still on him, he decided to raise his hands beside his head and wiggle his hips in a hula hoop motion, earning a laugh from the both of you. You turned onto your side, watching as he kicked off his jeans and pinched the waistband of his briefs.
He pulled them down, and your eyes nearly popped out of your skull. It wasn’t the foot-long he pretended to have, but at first glance he could’ve maybe had you convinced. What bounced out proved Abby’s speculation of him being well hung. He was thick, and blushed dark red with arousal.
You crawled back towards your pillows, and he joined you on your bed.
He leaned over you again, the dog tag around his neck hanging down and laying against the skin of your chest.
Your legs opened around his hips, and you bit your lip with anticipation. The tip of his penis rubbed on your wet slit, making him puff up his cheeks a bit. He was already so worked up, but didn’t want this to end so fast. He flicked his eyes to yours, and stabled himself on his elbows so his hands could touch your face.
“Don’t worry. I promise I’ll be gentle,” He whispered, “You ready?”
You nodded, and he adjusted his body so he could line up with you and grab your shoulders. He paused for a second, then began to slowly push in.
both of you gasped. There was a slight, sweet sting with the stretch as he tried his best to keep moving so he could keep the friction going. As you encapsulated him, a groan left his throat.
“Shit,” He whined, “You’re fucking great, [Y/N]” he mustered out, giving you a rush as he began to pull out, then push back in and begin a steady pace, or at least attempt to. It took everything for him to not fuck the shit out of you, but he knew he could never. You were too precious to him, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.
Your arms hooked under his and you let out a groan. You felt him rocking through your whole body, filling the room with a squelching noise, heavy breathing and the quiet creaks of your bed,
“More?” He asked with a bit of a strain, almost as if he was begging,
“Please,” You huffed. He picked up his pace, allowing himself to go deeper. In and out, in and out, his tip began to rub against the rough spot inside you, shooting electric pulses through your body.
“Hnn-! Sam!” you yelped, making his body heat up. “Good,, So good!” You let out, a sad attempt to mimic his praises and sweet nothings that got you so riled up in the first place.
With a guttural groan, he adjusted himself, attempting to get a better angle and speeding up again. The creaking of your bed gradually turned into a rocking. The heavy breathing gradually turned into a song of pleasure and bliss. The squelching turned into an arrangement of continuous wet friction.
Your back arched as his tip began to kiss your cervix and massage your favorite spot. Your head reeled back against your pillow as Sam’s tilted down, watching you squirm and writhe worked him up more and more.
“[Y/N]... I’m… getting really close, [Y/N]” he whimpered,
“I am too, Sammy,” You mewled. You reached down through what little space there was between the two of you and began to rub on your own clit. It only took a few rubs for your body to spasm and for you to yowl.
You began to see stars as your hole throbbed and convulsed around Sam, turning his thrusts sloppy and rough. It pushed him to the edge as well.
He whined and moaned out, grabbing tightly onto your upper arms so he could rock himself through his orgasm. Ropes and pearls of hot semen shot out from him into you.
He slowed down into a stop, this time leaving both of you panting. With a tired groan, he pulled out and let his body ragdoll beside yours.
“Are you okay, sweetpea?” he asked through heavy breaths. You turned over to face him and nodded,
“Yeah, I’m okay, I’m alright,” you assured, leaning into his touch while he pushed strands of hair out of your face.
The two of you gazed at each other, taking the other’s fucked-out looks; face red, hair a wreck, eyes glimmering.
“You did so good, honey,” You hummed, attempting once again to mimic his praises. You planted kisses over his face, making him grin and chuckle with what little energy he had left,
“Come here,” he mumbled, pulling you into his arms so he could snuggle his head into your shoulder.
“...What are you going to tell your mom?” you asked, using your knuckles to pet his hair,
“I’m sure she’ll understand. She knew I was leaving early to see you. … I’ll probably sleep over though, I really don’t want to deal with that right now. Ugh, I’m so lucky she and my dad like you.”
A smile spread on your face as you allowed yourself to reciprocate his snuggling. Though Sam spoke up again,
