sam was all wide eyed as he watched you climb on top of him. the hunt had gone completely south and caused him to get all bruised up; in your mind that meant it was time to take care of him.
"baby? what's all this, I'm fine really honey.." he murmured softly, his large hand sprawling against the small of your back.
yet he didn't protest when your hand came and gently tugged down his boxers. he didn't complain when you shuffled your shorts off and pulled your already soaked panties to the side—instead he stared, his free hand coming to grip your thigh, his thumb moving to rub soft circles on your clit.
the action pulled a whine from you, bucking your hips into his hand to somehow get more of the addicting pleasure.
"s-sam 'm supposed to be taking care of you.." you babbled as he added more pressure, his middle and ring finger plunging into your dripping cunt.
his tip was flushed a pink color and was leaking pre-cum, he was getting off on watching your tough and dominant act wither away as he toyed with your pretty pussy.
"shhh, it's okay sweet girl..sammy's gonna make you feel real good—" he cooed as he sped up, his fingers curling deep inside hitting that spongy spot that made you moan out his name.
"c'mon baby girl let go for me, make a mess on my fingers." he pleaded as his eyes bore into yours: the look, the pleasure, the overwhelming feelings crashed over you as you came.
his fingers were dripping with your arousal and cum, your body reacted and you whined as he slipped them out. he shushed you as he replaced his digits with his dick, bottoming out inside you as he let himself go—filling you with his warm seed.
you laid on his lap, head resting on his shoulder as he rubbed your back. sam planted soft kisses on your head as he whispered into your ear about how much he loved you, and about how well you take him. his cock stayed borrowed inside you, keeping his cum from slipping out.
just how he wanted.
sunny yaps! I've been seeing A LOT of sam edits and well he's been inside my brain because i need this man so bad.. like you don't understand, hes so BARK BARK WOOF—whatt who said that 😼
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PLEASEEEEE thoughts on a boss!sam x reader now?? 🫦
okay this ones slightly easier for me because I think I get more of a vibe of what boss!Sam would be like...
✮ boss!Sam starts off with small touches, hand on the small of your back when he walks past, fingers brushing yours when you hand him his coffee
✮ boss!Sam offers you innocent smiles and polite words every time you're around, hoping you're naive enough not to realize he already has his sights set
✮ boss!Sam welcomes you into his office one day with a clear proposal- you're not gonna get fired if you say no to him, but saying yes would help your career a lot
✮ boss!Sam who looks so innocent no one suspects your new personal development meetings are actually just excuses to get you on your knees in his office every time he's feeling stressed
✮ boss!Sam gets off on fucking you on every surface in the office, he likes the images of you moaning and begging to follow him around
✮ boss!Sam doesn't punish you for getting things wrong, he rewards you for getting things right. Going down on you for good work with shareholders, fingering you every time you write up a report correctly, letting you cum only when you do something right for him
✮ boss!Sam who pretends he's doing it all for you but he's actually just a sick fuck who enjoys making you work for it
✮ boss!Sam who slowly trails his hand up your thigh under the table during meetings. By the time it finishes you have two of his long thin fingers slowly thrusting into you. Then he just pulls them out and leaves you needy for the rest of the day
✮ boss!Sam who doesn't let the sex get in the way of hard work, he makes you read out reports while he's got you bent over the desk, fucking you so deep you won't be able to sit down tomorrow
✮ boss!Sam who likes it slow- he rolls his hips into you just to make you feel every inch as you stretch around him. It doesn't last long, he always ends up fucking into you until you feel like you're going to break
Summary: Anon does a pretty good job of explaining what's going on!
Warning(s): Established Relationship with Elliot only (Kinda-ish? He and the Reader/Farmer are still dating), Teasing, Porn With Hints of Plot ngl, Shane being a hint sleazy but not to the point it's gross, Lots of Fuckboy energy here (Mostly with Shane, Alex, and Sam), Dom! Harvey,
Side Note(s): I've never written Harvey to be serious/dominant before, so to say that my eyes have lowkey been open after writing him this way is—interesting (Not that Im gonna stop with viewing him as a good boy though ofc <33)
Elliot
I have a feeling that he'd think that you were trying to joke with him when you first told him.
It's not that he doubts you per se, but— while he'd understand if you've never come with a partner, he'd think that you'd be able to cum from touching yourself at the very least!
However, despite his questions, he wouldn't come close to judging you for your inexperience.
In fact, a quiet part of him would get a kick out of it.
He'll be the first one, not just in terms of sex, but also in making you experience an orgasm. And he's determined to set a high standard from the beginning.
So let's set the scene—for horny brain's sake, I'll say that this all goes down on the fifth date. You and Elliot, after a drink or two, switch the conversation over to the topic of your and his past sex lives.
You're not shocked when Elliot states that he's had around two previous partners; just look at him!
But when you state that you've had a few partners but they've all ended around the time when you'd first become intimate with them, he gets curious and asks more questions.
A bunch of trying to skirt around the actual question later, and you finally reveal that you broke up with your exes due to you not being able to cum and your partners belittling you for it (Using the common insult of "your body is broken").
Aside from being silently pissed at your previous partners for making you feel as if you were less than for not being able to cum (Something that he thought spoke more about them rather than you). The new information only made him want to show you what a good partner could do in terms of making you orgasm.
So, after a few gentle words of consideration and praise later—
You find yourself lying belly-down on the beach while Elliot is slowly kissing down your back, each kiss laced with either a word of praise or a brief period where he'd raise his head to ask if you're still comfortable with what he's doing, you nearly jump out of your skin when you feel Elliot's lips graze your sex as he gently spreads your legs furhter apart.
And the feeling of lips kissing your still clothed sex, even going so far as to lewdly lick you through your clothes...that alone was enough to begin to make that familiar ball of pleasure begin to well up in the pit of your stomach as you could hardly stop yourself from wiggling a little in search of more of his touch.
As a quiet "Please" slips from your lips, Elliot decides to stop teasing you and tug down your shorts to reveal your pussy to him, his cock beginning to leak at the sight of your pussy already leaking its juices.
With how easy it was to wind you up, he wondered how your previous partners were unable to make you cum! You were so responsive, it was absolutely adorable! Long story short, after eating you out, slurping up your leaking juices from your pussy before even adding a finger in the mix. When you finally tasted your first orgasm...you were so addicted to that first feeling of relief that you couldn't help but ask for more.
Looking over your shoulder and nearly crying from how hard you were begging Elliot to give you another one!
And with how nicely you were begging for him— Elliot couldn't resist the urge to give you another with something bigger.
Sebastian
Will get super nervous all of a sudden.
Not exactly because of what you told him, but because he'll suddenly like you've put him under the spotlight.
While Sebastian's experienced an orgasm before (via his own hands), he's never made someone else cum! And the fact that you've told him this means that he'll strive to do his best to impress you!
So when the time to impress finally does come around, I feel like Sebastian would focus on fingering you for your first orgasm. Not just because he's noticed a few times how much you'd stare at his hands—
But also because he wants to be able to quickly tear himself away the moment that you say that you don't like something.
This would essentially be a case of two virgins trying to navigate one another tbh.
However...with how shockingly good he is at navigating your body, proving himself to be a quick study when it comes to finding your clit and adapting on the fly as to how much pressure he applies depending on your sounds.
You nearly had a mind to think he was lying when he said that he's never been with anyone else before you! The eye contact shared between the two of you was intense, so heavy that each breath you took felt like it was both too little and too much as filthy squelching noises emitted from your pussy.
And when Sebastian broke eye contact to look at your soaked cunt, to say that he was mesmerized by what he saw would be an understatement. The man was absolutely hooked; he whispered words of praise as well as silently swearing to himself that he was going to taste you. He never thought that pussy could look so good, his ministrations with his fingers becoming more and more precise as he tried to speed up your orgasm, placing a hand on your stomach to force you to endure every strain of pleasure that his fingers gave you until you came with a high-pitched squeal.
The feeling of your cunt clenching and unclenching around his fingers made his cock jump inside his sweats, the imagination of what your pussy would feel like wrapped around him made the poor man whine to himself as he wished that he had encouraged you to cum on his dick instead!
But, he supposed that he could wait for later.
Sebastian was still hooked on the idea of having you cum in his mouth after all.
Sam
The happiest you'll ever see a man, PFF.
In the least weirdest way possible, I feel like Sam would be obsessed with the idea of being your first when it comes to giving you your first orgasm. (I'm talking fantasies of having the innocent new farmer all trained and molded perfectly for his cock, all within a few weeks of knowing you)
So, you being unaware of the pleasures of an orgasm is like a dream come true for him; he hardly cares about the fact that you've dated other people! He's certain that you won't even be able to remember their faces, much less their names, once you get a taste of how good it feels to cum around a cock that knows exactly where to press.
So, in true horny fashion for this section, I'll say that Sam's played the long game of befriending you and getting to know you.
Outside of his dirty crush for you, he genuinely admires you as a person and adores your personality; those two factors only heighten his feelings for you, and he can hardly resist the urge to lay all his feelings out on the table for you at this point! But, thankfully, he doesn't have to wait for long as...one day, the two of you are talking about the most random things when it comes to your past relationships.
A while of listening to you later, and you reveal that you've never cum with any of your partners.
His mind nearly short-circuits at the information.
Both from shock at the incompetence of your previous partners, but at the fact of how lucky he considered himself to be. Right then and there, he sees a window to confess his feelings as well as show you how good sex can feel when one of the participants isn't only concerned with their own pleasure.
"If you want, I can show you how good an orgasm feels."
The offer was so casual that you almost thought you had misheard the blonde, but when he lazily looked over at you without so much as a blush or look of hesitancy. You couldn't help but be curious about the offer!
No man looks so calm and collected and not know what they're doing, right? (Even though Sam was silently screaming from nervousness inside his head) Besides, Sam was kind of cute, so you wanted to see where this offer went.
Long story short, after Sam snuck you into his house late in the night— to say that he ruined you for any other person was a severe understatement. You didn't believe that you could even look at anyone else after this, with how good he was fucking you into the sheets!
The lewd noises of his heavy balls slapping against your pussy while your muffled moans were screamed into his sheets, the sound of Sam's heavy pants, as well as his confessions of his crush towards you...that unfamiliar growing ball of something made your toes curl and your eyes widen.
You could feel yourself getting wetter.
And Sam smirked at the way your pussy tightened around him, almost as if it were trying to choke the life out of his cock!
Your moans became hoarser and sparser as your cunt continued to clench and unclench around Sam's cock, the force of your orgasm a few seconds later making you let out a drawn-out scream into the sheets as Sam fucked you through your orgasm.
And as tempting as it was to pump you full of his cum...Sam decided to behave and pull out, stroking himself a few times before he came onto your ass with a choked-up groan. Had you known how good Sam would be with giving you an orgasm...you would've started dating him sooner!
Alex
Cocky as hell.
I've already headcanoned more than a few times that Alex has been with a couple of people before, so when you tell him that you've never cum before. He'll take that information in the sense of "Lol, that'll change by tonight."
And he really does mean tonight.
Whether y'all are friends-budding-into-lovers, established partners, friends with benefits etc. The moment you tell him this information, he's going to convince you to let him be the first one to give you a real, honest to god orgasm.
Bonus points if you follow up the confession with "Lol, I guess some people are just destined to never cum, am I right or am I right?"
And as much as I wanna headcanon Alex would make you cum on his fingers first before moving onto trying to give you his dick—
It's so much more fun to think that he'd immediately make you cum on his cock first <3.
All the while, he'd tell you, "How do you expect to be able to take my cock more easily in the future if you don't get some practice in now?"
"I promise, my dick kissing the deepest parts of your pussy will feel waayyyy better than my fingers, babe."
And it does, the first orgasm had you nearly passing out and seeing nirvana.
After wringing a couple more orgasms out of you, though, Alex both talking you through the intense pleasure as well as tease/encourage you to give him just one more orgasm— he'll finally let you rest and catch your breath.
But best believe, once you've caught your breath. It'll be time for another round!
After all, he didn't get to cum even once.
Harvey
This one was a bit hard to do ngl—
Mostly in the sense that— while Harvey knows how to make someone cum in the clinical sense. I feel like the way he'd go about it would be like a virgin truly seeing a sex part for the first time.
Like, yeah, he's examined plenty of patients, but having sex (especially with one of his patients—) with someone is a new area for him.
And to be frank? You'll be the one doing most of the teaching, even though you're the one who hasn't achieved an orgasm before (In a more realistic sense)
But in a non-realistic sense? Hear me out when I say that serious Harvey is actually buttering my gears rn.
Like, walk with me here— you finally come to terms that you're broken, you can't orgasm, and hell, you can't even get wet! You've tried to watch porn, read a couple of erotica novels here and there, or even tried to find a fling (which fails spectacularly).
And all of it hasn't gotten you anywhere!
Thus, you work up the courage to go to Harvey, trying to hype yourself up and come up with an entrance line to explain your situation without fumbling over your words.
Harvey expects this to be a routine case of patching you up after you've gone to the mines, but...imagine his shock when you flat-out tell him that you can't orgasm, much less get wet.
The proper thing for him to do would be to assure you that you're not broken and that you simply need to seek out different avenues that are both comfortable for your body as well as arouse your brain. But—he's harbored a crush on you for a while now, and has long convinced himself that a doctor/patient relationship isn't that bad so long as you return his feelings, right?
Thus, he guides you to lie on the bed and spread your legs. Hardly after a minute of teasing you through your underwear, you're already beginning to leak so much that you create a dark spot in the center! "Broken, hilarious," Harvey thinks to himself as he pulls your underwear to the side to begin touching you directly, listening to your soft moans and whines intently to ensure that you're still comfortable with his touch.
A few more gentle touches to your clit as he constantly talks to you through the pleasure, telling you exactly what he's doing and how wet you're getting because of it, you cum with a shuddery moan, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head from how good it feels to finally have relief.
Harvey doesn't tell you about his feelings right then and there.
He sends you off with a professional smile, all the while trying to ignore the ache in his pants as he watches you get onto your shaky legs and walk off.
You quickly return a few days later after realizing that your own touch doesn't compare to his
Shane
Kinda similar to Alex in a way? But I can see him being on more sleazy fuckboy timing depending on the status of your relationship with Shane when you tell him.
If you're in a committed relationship by this point, then I can see him being sweet and taking things slow with you. He'll finger you and make you orgasm once or twice on his fingers before moving on to eating you out and making you orgasm again on his tongue (Whether or not he makes you cum on his cock depends on how tired you are tbh, he knows how to jerk off in the shower)
Now, if you're closer to a friends-with-benefits relationship with Shane—
I feel like he'd be the type of guy to try and mold you to the perfect fucktoy for him (He already planned on doing it tbh, but the fact you've never had an orgasm with any other partner? He sees it as the perfect opportunity for you to make you addicted to him)
A bit of rough fingering here.
A bit of eating you out until your legs are numb over there—
He can't help but tease you when you're shaking from the amount of orgasms he's managed to get out of you!
"I've barely gotten started, and you're already shaking? Don't worry, I'll make sure to train that stamina of yours, too, while we're at it~"
"If you're cryin' from me eating you out, then I wonder how you'll sound on my cock."
And he couldn't have been closer to the truth of his words when he speared you on his dick, fucking you almost like he hated you as you came so hard on his cock to the point you squirted.
Although the goal of helping you experience what an orgasm felt like was to make you addicted to him.
After seeing you squirt on his dick and still beg for him to give you more? It was easy for Shane to admit to himself that he was the one getting addicted to you.
And he's more than happy to help you further solidify in your head exactly whose responsible for giving you so many orgasms!
summary: You're Sam's study partner, and you just broke up with your boyfriend
request: stanford sammy smut
warnings: smut, cursing, oral female receiving, kinda sub!sam, cum eating, one mention of drug use, premature ejaculation
wc: 4.5k
a/n: requests open!!! and happy birthday sammyyy// pt2?
Sam stands on the steps of the sorority house and waits for someone to open the door. A wave of disbelief hits him, and he gets that same weird sensation that he’s been having on and off for the last three years, like he’s living someone else’s life. He wants it to be his life, so much so that he made it so, but even now, there’s lingering dread that somehow, a life like this, a normal life, isn’t his and never could be. That it's some kind of illusion dangling in front of him on a string, only to inevitably be ripped away when he’s not expecting it.
The front door whips open, and Sam’s confronted with the overwhelming smell of floral perfume covering up the smell of pot. He really should be used to it by now with how long he’s been coming here recently, but he still has to put effort into controlling his expression.
“Hey, Molly.” He says with a polite smile.
“Oh, hi, Sam.” Molly says, stepping aside to let him in. “Wasn’t sure if we’d be seeing you this weekend after…y’know.”
Sam follows her further into the house, one hand on the strap of his backpack as he gives a courteous nod and smile to the few sorority sisters on the couch, who are watching some reality show while painting their nails. He’s only following Molly to be polite. By this point, he could find his way to your room with his eyes closed. And today, like most days, he has no idea what Molly is talking about.
“Did something happen?” He asks.
“You didn’t hear? Kyle broke up with her, like, on Monday.” Molly whispers the last part, as if gossip didn’t move through this house like wildfire. “She’s trying to act like she’s okay. Won’t even, like, really tell any of us what happened. She’s been in her room since, like, Tuesday. That’s why I’m so surprised she didn’t cancel on you.”
“Maybe she wanted a distraction.” Sam suggests.
“Maybe.” Molly agrees. “Just don’t take it personally if she isn’t really interested in studying.”
Sam uses his ascent of the stairs to process what Molly’d said about you. For as long as Sam had known you, you’d been dating this football player Kyle. Sam had met you his sophomore year during a night out with mutual friends. He was immediately attracted to you, and then the more he spoke to you, he realized you were down to earth, funny in a harmlessly sarcastic way, and probably one of the smartest people he’d ever met. Very quickly, his attraction snowballed into a full fledged crush. Until he’d been informed you had a boyfriend on the football team, and that no, you hadn’t been flirting with him or returning his interest, you were genuinely like that with everyone, magnetic and engaged.
So Sam backed off. His day to day felt precarious as is, there was no point in pining after someone that was already spoken for. That would just be asking for trouble. He’d only see you on outings with other friends, and then he would maintain a casual distance. If you saw him around campus, you were always friendly, giving him that dazzling smile and a wave, asking about his classes and anything else. If he was looking for a seat to knock out a few hours studying in the crowded library, you’d wave him over to your table. He’d have to work twice as hard to concentrate, with you sitting across from him, but he never said no.
He’d wondered at one point if you were being so nice to him because you sensed something was off about him. Maybe you felt bad for the kid that had no one show up on family day. Or maybe you’d heard he’d moved into his freshman dorm with two bags, nothing more, and now you felt sorry for him.
The more Sam knew you, the more it became clear to him that you weren’t treating him any differently because he was different. That was just you. You actually cared what he had to say about his Law in the Age of Media and Technology course, and when you smiled at him from across a room, it was because you were actually happy to see him.
He began running into you more at the beginning of junior year, now that you both were taking a majority of pre-law courses that overlapped. He did his best to keep space between you without ever being rude, would selectively tune out of any conversation that even approached you and your boyfriend, and fully dedicated himself to his studies.
A few months ago, when LSAT prep started, a big group of pre-law students organized study sessions. Sam didn’t have a lawyer in the family to coach him, so he figured studying with the others would be a good way to gain more insight into the test and the application processes as a whole. They started off in the library, with about twenty kids showing up. You were there, too. It only took a few sessions for it to become clear that whatever the intention of these sessions had originally been, there was no actual studying being accomplished.
You’d approached Sam and suggested you both ditch the group and start studying on your own. Together. Powerless to say no to you, he agreed.
Which is why he’s knocking on your bedroom door again, just like he had the week before. Only this time, his mind is slowly mauling over the fact that you now don’t have a boyfriend, which has his gut swooping. Immediately, he feels like an asshole for being pleased by the news, especially when you could be so upset. He wonders if he’ll be able to tell you’ve been crying, then wonders if he tried to touch you to comfort you, if you would let him.
“Hey, Sam,” You open the door with a smile. “Right on time.”
“Hey, how’re you?” He asks casually, setting his stuff down at your desk, where he studies while you usually spread your stuff out on the bed. You close the door behind him.
“If I have to read one more logical reasoning question about a politician lying, I might drop out.”
Sam chuckles. “But then you wouldn’t have the crippling debt of law school to look forward to,”
You give him a wry smile. “How kind of you to remind me.”
You don’t seem upset, or like you’ve been crying. Your room is neat the way it usually is, and it looks entirely the same to Sam, as he conducts a quick sweep of the area, with the exception of the pictures of your now ex-boyfriend missing from around the edges of your vanity mirror.
You’re wearing a tight fitting, white Stanford shirt, that exposes a lot of the even tighter body underneath. You throw yourself back onto your bed, laying on your stomach, distracted by the open LSAT study guide and a bunch of scattered flashcards, and Sam has to clear his throat and force himself to look away.
Your phone starts ringing. “Sorry about that,” You apologize before silencing it.
You both start by taking a series of practice questions. Even though he’s sitting at the desk with his back to you, you’re still distracting him. He can’t stop thinking about what would be the most appropriate way to ask you about your breakup, then decides he shouldn’t ask at all. There’s no point, anyway. He already knows and it doesn’t change anything. You’re just…too good for him. A beautiful girl, a sorority sister, kind, charismatic, and intelligent. Sam doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t even come close. Just being at Stanford makes him feel like he’s already pushing his luck. Being with someone like you would be like asking for punishment.
But he can’t help but wonder what would make someone dump you. Either you did something uncharacteristically despicable, and Sam’s brain struggles to even villanize you to think through the possibilities, or Kyle is a fucking moron, which he thinks is entirely more likely.
“I’m done,” You startle him by saying after a half hour. You jump up onto the desk, so that your bare thighs are only inches away from his book, your feet swinging off the edge
He’d been thinking too hard about you. Half of his questions remain unanswered.
“You usually finish before me,” You frown as you notice.
“Yeah, um, I just-” His cheeks feel hot as he returns your gaze.
You’re looking down at him, and the breeze from the open window across the room rustles your hair gently. The soft gust momentarily smothers him in the smell of you- something warm and sweet, like vanilla. Evidently, the breeze chills you to the point that Sam could see the sharp peaks of your nipples through your T-shirt, if he wasn’t so deadset on keeping his eyes on your face.
“So either I became a faster test taker than the unbeatable Sam Winchester in less than a week, or something’s distracting you.” You muse, still observing him carefully. It’s a little unnerving, how easy you can read him.
“Well, miracles do happen.”
You purse your lips, amusement glittering in your eyes. “Fine. You don’t have to tell me what’s on your mind.” Your gaze lingers on him, making his skin prickle, as you chew on the corner of your lip.
“It’s just..been hard to, uh, focus. Lately.” He admits.
“Yeah. I know what you mean.” You agree in a quiet voice.
Sam’s mouth feels suddenly dry, his tongue too big and clumsy to form any intelligent response. You’re so close, the entire room feels charged. You’re still swinging your feet, legs hanging off the desk, and one of your socked feet barely brushes his leg, and he nearly fucking jumps at the contact. His heartbeat becomes heavier in his chest as he wills his body to ignore the infinitesimal touch, but he can feel his blood rushing south.
Your phone starts going off again, and Sam expects you to hop down from the desk, to give him space to regain function in his brain, but you just ignore it.
“You, uh, gonna get that?” He asks.
“No. It’s just Kyle again.” You finally look away.
Sam tries to fight the way his body tenses at that. “Oh. Alright…if you want to talk about it…”
Your gaze snaps back to him. “Talk about what?”
Sometimes you really make him feel small, like he’s not over six feet tall. You’re just that pretty, just that alluring that you intimidate him all the way down to the marrow inside his bones.
“Molly told me…that you guys aren’t-” He clears his throat awkwardly. “Aren’t together anymore.”
You smile kindly. “Relax, Sam. You’re not in trouble for knowing.” To add insult to injury, you touch his arm lightly with a manicured hand. “I know everyone’s talking about it.”
“It’s none of their business.” He says quickly, some of the certainty returning to his voice at the need to defend you.
“But it's yours?” You raise your eyebrows expectantly.
“Well-of course not- I just meant it’s not right for anyone to discuss it behind your back for entertainment.”
“Thanks for saying that, Sam.”
“Yeah. No problem.” His voice is quieter now, too. Like you’re both afraid to speak any louder, as if it could disrupt the tense energy that’s materialized between you.
“Sam,” You say softly, even though he’s already looking at you and you’ve had the entirety of his attention since he stepped foot in the room. “I broke up with him.”
His eyebrows furrow. “Molly said-”
“He’s telling everyone it was his decision. I don’t care if everyone else thinks that. But I wanted you to know.”
“Me.” Sam repeats numbly. “Why?”
You grin. “You’re supposed to be a genius or something, right? You can figure that out.”
Sam knows what he wants that to mean. But this has to be either a cosmic joke or a fucking dream.
“Why’d you break up with him?” He asks in a measured voice.
You pretend to think. “Hm, well besides all the times he’d flirt with my friends right in front of my face or refuse to go down on me because he thought it was gross…I realized I was into someone else.”
It takes a minute. Even with cognitive abilities severely diminished by your proximity, he can understand what you’re saying. Jesus, his pulse is racing.
“Me.” He blurts unceremoniously. “You’re messing with me, right?”
“No, Sam.” Your eyes skate over him. “I’ve always thought you were cute. But since we started studying together…I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“I…I had no idea.”
“You really didn’t know?” You ask with a soft giggle. “Sam, I invited you to study in my bedroom.”
“You also had a boyfriend!”
“And now he’s an ex-boyfriend.” You say firmly, looking away to close his prep book. You retire his study materials to the corner of the desk, in a neat little pile that he can’t stop staring at until you speak again. “Your turn.”
“My turn?”
“Tell me why you can’t focus.”
It’s been a while since Sam’d slept with anyone, and now his body apparently feels like jumping to conclusions. Really, he’s helpless to the heat that spreads through his limbs and mostly to his groin. So much of your skin is bare and right there and he can easily see the shape of your body despite your clothes. And the most gratifying thing of it all is that you want him. Enough to get rid of your shitbag boyfriend. Enough to come on to him.
“I think you know why.” He huffs out and even that is a challenge. Anything that isn’t reaching out to finally touch you is a challenge for him at this point.
You smile. “I think so, too. But I want to hear it.”
He hesitates to speak but his body is screaming. His ability to think is definitely compromised now by the chemistry of his desire.
You mistake his hesitation for unwillingness, so you gently brush the hair away from his eyes, giving him the most imploring, gentle eyes you can, and say, “Please, Sammy.”
He has to suppress the shudder that racks his spine and the emerging tightness in the crotch of his jeans. His breathing is already ragged from how turned on you’ve got him by doing nothing, and he’s pretty sure he’s already leaking at the tip.
“Alright.” He says after swallowing. “T-This girl I study with…she’s way outta my league. She’s beautiful…and I tried to avoid the way I felt about her..because she was with someone else.”
You smile softly at that.
Sam feels compelled to keep going. “But I want her. I want her so bad I can’t think straight when I’m around her. And when we study, it’s in her bedroom. And all I can think about is-”
His words have you leaning closer to him, your own eyes subtly darkening. “Think about what?” You urge him breathlessly.
“Putting my hands on her. All over her.” He admits in a low voice and then waits. You’re the one leading while he struggles to keep up.
“Like this?” You ask in a sultry whisper while taking his hand and putting it on your thigh. His palm nearly covers the entire width of your leg, and you both stare at it there. At the basic skin to skin contact, Sam’s humiliated to feel his cock jump in his pants.
“Yeah. Like that.” He watches his fingers dig into the plush flesh of your thigh as he grips you tighter, as if testing if you’re real. “And more.”
“More?” You repeat with a devious smirk, shifting subtly so now you’re seated on the desk directly in front of him. You spread your legs a bit and beckon him closer. He swallows an embarrassing noise in his throat the instant you reach a hand out to run your fingers through the shag of his hair. “What else, Sammy?”
“Anything.” He says, entirely hypnotized by the mild authority in your soft voice. “Anything you’ll let me do.” He doesn’t even feel ashamed of how desperate that sounds because it’s the fucking truth. He’s pretty sure you could ask him to lick the bottom of your shoe and he would do it.
That answer seems to please you, and you reward him by sliding off the desk and onto his lap. You sit sideways across his thighs, careful to avoid the bulge at his crotch, biting your lip thoughtfully as you touch his chest before wrapping an arm around the back of his neck. He doesn’t even realize he’s shaking with anticipation until you say, “It’s okay, Sam,” and caress the side of his face with a tender look.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks, eyes glued to your glossy lips and the way your cute, pink little tongue keeps making an appearance to wet them. Feeling the weight and warmth of you, seated on his lap, his arms find their way around your waist, your skin burning hot.
“Please.”
Sam closes the distance between you. The second he touches your cheek, he’s astounded by how fucking soft your skin is, and then his lips touch yours, and he just stops thinking. There’s nothing besides the faint taste of bubblegum, the hot press of your tongue against his, his hands forgetting to be polite and gentle as he grips you hard.
You tug at his hair while you make out with him, eventually moving to straddle him instead. He grunts into your mouth as your weight shifts across where he’s aching in his jeans, and you giggle in response. He silences your laugh by biting your bottom lip and then kissing you deeper. As you kiss him back, your hands wander all over his back, chest, and stomach.
“Holy shit, Sam,” You pull away. “You’re like ninety nine percent muscle.”
He laughs softly, smiling broadly with his shoulders back. “You’re exaggerating.”
“No, I’m not. You’re so hot.”
Coming from you, the compliments go straight to his dick. He kisses you again, and you’re really not even moving your hips, but the minimal friction against where he’s throbbing has him clutching at your hips.
“You’re so sexy and you don’t even try to be.” You murmur against his lips, letting your nails scratch against his scalp and neck.
He finds that statement a little ridiculous, given that you look the way you do. As if you haven’t been giving him blue balls for a year and a half. He doesn’t know how long you’ve been into him, but the fact that there was any overlap at all infuriates him, knowing you two could have been getting around to doing this sooner, rather than reviewing each other’s practice essays.
Your phone starts ringing again and Sam hesitates.
“Please, ignore it.” You say, lips swollen from kissing him.
But the call from your loser ex gives him an idea. “Can I- Would you let me…” You’re gazing at him with level patience, and so he forces himself to say it. “Can I eat you out?”
You smile and bite your lip. “You don’t have to-”
“I want to.” He interrupts. “Really badly, actually.”
Now that the idea’s popped into his head, he’s not sure he’ll be able to keep his sanity without doing it. And it’s perfect, because if you stay on his lap like this much longer, he’s probably going to blow his load into his jeans.
“You’re not just saying that?”
“Let me put my mouth on you, and then ask me that again.” He says.
Still holding you around the waist, he stands with minimal effort and sets you back on your desk. Yeah, he’s only doing this to impress you with his strength, but judging by the way you giggle, it works.
Sam lets you keep your tight fitting shirt on but lays you back and pulls your shorts down your legs. He adjusts you, so that your tailbone is at the edge of the desk, the fucking erotic sight of your cunt concealed by pink cotton panties with a little bow in the middle on full display for his greedy eyes. He takes a mental picture, wants to take a real fucking picture, but he settles for running his mouth all over the expanse of your soft thighs.
You sigh and moan in response, as he kisses around your hipbone. You hiss and pull his hair a little bit when he bites at your inner thigh, but the action has your legs spreading for him. There’s a little damp spot in the middle of your panties, and he can’t stop himself from drawing closer and swallowing the mouthful of saliva that the sight brought.
“Sam-are you sure?” You stop him, sitting up with a hand on his shoulder.
“Lay down, baby.” He says softly. He can tell you’re a little nervous and suddenly wants to punch your douche bag ex-boyfriend for ever making you think this could be gross. “You okay if I keep going?”
“Yeah,” You whisper, obeying.
“Trust me, baby.” He murmurs, his lips at your hip. “I’m probably going to like it more than you are.”
He closes his eyes and puts his face between your legs. You’re spreading them pretty wide, and he runs a hand up and down the expanse of your thigh to soothe you for the first drag of his tongue against the underside of your panties. A wet, shocked noise comes out of you that has him groaning in response. The sweet yet musky taste of you explodes on his tongue, and in the next instant, he’s wrestling your panties down your thighs, off from around your delicate ankles, before throwing them across the room. He uses one hand to part your thighs again, pushing them down until they almost meet the desk, and he’s not even really surprised that you’re this flexible.
Your pussy is glistening for him, practically screaming his name with the way it pulses gently, demanding his attention. You cry out earnestly when he latches his mouth onto your cunt, first swiping his tongue along your soaked folds, then torturing your clit with the point of his tongue until your back is arching.
It’s been a while since he’s done this, but he feels like he’s doing okay, given how responsive you are. His cock fucking hurts. Having your arousal in his mouth and smeared across his face, the smell of you wrapping around his head, he’s so hard it's almost unbearable. The pressure in his groin is building rapidly the more he eats at you. He’s thinking keep it together, Sam, keep it fucking together- until his train of thought is cut off cold when you start praising him.
“Oh, Sam-” You moan as he assaults your clit and your thighs start to shake. “So good, you’re so fucking good.”
You're raking your hands through his hair and he glances up briefly to catch your nearly forlorn expression. Maintaining eye contact, he keeps licking at you, making sure to moan in appreciation so you can understand that he’s enjoying himself, buried in your pussy, more than he can say.
“Mm, Sammy-” You gasp as he slides a thick finger inside your pulsing hole. You’re so wet, both from your own sticky arousal and his saliva, that another digit slides in without much resistance, but you whimper just the same. “Oh fuckkk-”
“Y’taste really good, baby.” He rasps. His lips part from your pussy just long enough for him to climb up over you, to press his lips into yours. You clutch at his shirt at the tangy taste he shares with you, letting him plunge his tongue into your mouth.
Sam settles back between your legs, marveling at how puffy your cunt looks now. He teases you with light kisses on the inside of your thighs, until you’re lifting your hips up for him, desperate for his mouth to slide back over you. And when it does, you’re so much more sensitive. He draws circles over your clit, then sucks it until your ass is lifting off the desk, chasing the friction.
“M’gonna come, Sam, ohmygod-” You whine while biting your hand.
He’s swallowing your flavor, ignoring the burning in his jaw as he eats at you the best he can, his mind shutting off as you start to come. He can feel your pussy fluttering, feel your body get tense as the waves of your orgasm spring tears to your eyes. And he feels it, too. Fucking relief, as he starts spasming in his jeans, untouched, shooting rope after rope of cum right into the denim covering him.
He pulls his lips away from between your legs, panting, feeling the wet spot in front of his pants spread.
“Oh my god, Sam.” You sit up, face flushed. “That was…”
He feels accomplished, leaving a smart girl like you without any words.
“I wanna return the favor.” You say with a little smile. Naked from the waist down, you push yourself off the desk and him back into the desk chair. You let your knees hit the floor as you settle between his legs, stopping when you see the area of dampness on his jeans.
He flushes, still catching his breath. “I, uh, I-”
“I guess you did enjoy yourself.” You smirk.
He watches you bonelessly as you unzip his jeans, tugging them away just enough to reveal his soiled underwear. With bright mischievous eyes holding his gaze, you hold your tongue out before licking at the cooling streaks of his come. His jaw goes slack as he watches, and you make sure to put on a show. Letting your eyelashes flutter each time your tongue dips into a milky pool of his spend, moaning hoarsely as you swallow. The act is slowly reviving his dick and by the time you’ve licked the last of his release from the corner of your mouth, he’s nearly hard again.
After a moment, he says, “I don’t think we should study together anymore.”
“Why not?” You ask, sitting yourself back in his lap.
“I’ll fail the LSAT. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to be in a room with you again without…picturing that.”
“You couldn’t fail if you tried.” You argue.
“I think you’re overestimating my ability to concentrate when I’m around you.” He laughs. “Too many thoughts…gonna be way worse now.”
“Hm.” You smile. “We better start getting it out of your system, then.”
You suggest a shower to start, and Sam doesn’t contemplate the fact that this all feels too good to be true for him. He doesn’t let himself feel guilty for being here, experiencing this, meeting you, any of it. He just accepts it for what it is and follows you into the shower.
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the collar's new. black leather, cold buckle, a silver ring at the throat. sam didn't ask if you wanted it— just dropped it on the bed one morning, eyes flicking up from where he was loading his gun.
"put it on. don't make me tell you twice."
and you did. you wore it under your clothes all day, damp between your skin and the fabric. maybe it was a claim. a gesture. something he might care about. because he hasn't been himself for months.
but you knew better. this sam doesn't care. he uses. he owns. he fucks. and tonight, you get all three.
he's already got you on all fours by the time he grabs the leash— thick black nylon, the same kind you'd use on a dog. the click of the clasp is loud in the quiet motel room, sharp and final when it locks onto the ring at your throat.
"good girl," he murmurs, almost like praise. except it isn't. it's condescension, smooth and dry, like he's talking to something lesser than him. he stands behind you, one hand on the leash, the other gripping your hip.
"you know what i like about this?" he asks, cock dragging against your soaked slit like he's teasing himself more than you. "makes it easier to steer you."
then he slams into you. with no warning. no care. just one brutal thrust that punches a moan out of your chest and makes your elbows buckle under you.
you barely manage to stay up, scrambling to brace on your trembling elbows— but he's already yanking the leash back, dragging your head up like he's showing you off to an invisible crowd.
he fucks you hard. like you're a toy he picked up on the side of the road and hasn't bothered to name. and every time your hips falter, every time your moans get louder, he just pulls on the leash again— tighter. meaner.
"this is all you're good for, huh? getting fucked. getting used?" he chuckled cruelly. "does that collar make you feel safe, sweetheart? make you feel like someone wants you?"
you nod— or you try to— but the leash keeps you held tight, trembling, gasping for breath as he slams into you again and again. your thighs are shaking. your arms are useless. and all that heat pooling low in your belly is so humiliatingly sharp it hurts.
your body is wrecked— your throat's raw, your mouth is slack, you're desperate and teary as the leash digs into your neck like the only thing keeping you grounded.
"beg," he whispers, bending down. "beg me to ruin you. come on. tell me you're just a needy little fucktoy who lives for this."
and god, you do. you mean it. because you are. you're nothing but a wet, wrecked mess of need, held up by a leash and the sheer, feral hunger to be his. and when you finally break— sobbing, shuddering, coming so hard you see white— he doesn't slow down. doesn't kiss you. doesn't offer a whisper of comfort.
he just groans, yanks the leash tight, and finishes inside you like that's all you were made for.
and when you collapse, face-down, used, with the collar digging into your throat like a brand, while he just stands behind you, breath steadying, zip already halfway up.
"stay," he says flatly. "i'll clean you up later."
there's no softness. no praise. just the leash, still clipped on. and you? you stay. because you're his. and maybe that's enough.
SYNOPSIS. sam makes you try a different version of your favorite candy; bigger and bitter.
WARNINGS. NSFW themes (18+), pet-names, cursing, dirty-talk & too many puns (i swear this punk cannot shut up), name-calling (brat, dumb girl), brat-taming, degradation, slight dacryphilia, perv!sam, clueless!reader, oral sex (m! receiving), face-fucking, bondage, slight slapping (with a belt, with his cock), hair-pulling, sexualising food?
SMACK, SLURP, POP. the sounds filled sam’s humid room. his brow furrowed further, a look of disdain washing over his pale features at the noise. the videogame in front of him needed all his heed, but it seemed like his brat, bambi, demanded some of that attention, too.
“stop that,” he groaned, frustrated. the sound of his thumbs assaulting the buttons on his controller should’ve been all that was heard, had you not been deep-throating the candy sam made the mistake of getting you. “what— i’m just having my candy,” you whined before continuing, “—and besides, if you have a problem, why don’t you let me sit away from you—” he was quick to shut down that idea, gripping the flesh of your thighs. maybe sam was in the wrong for getting you the cherry ring-pop, your favourite, and maybe it wasn’t the best idea to have you perched on his lap, sitting comfortably (cluelessly) on his aching boner, but in his defence, he just wanted to feast his eyes on the sight of your plump lips wrapped around the toy candy, sucking and slurping, just as you are now like the good girl you are, but once he switched his playstation on, the competitive side came out.
you shift to your comfort in his lap, feeling the tent in his pants poke directly into your mound. you had an arm crossed over sam’s neck, bringing the ring-clad finger to your mouth and sucking. at the taste of the sweet cherry juices dripping into your mouth, you groan in sam’s ear.
the sounds traveled straight to his cock, his mind tuning out his reality— the game at hand— just to focus at your skilful tongue, stained red by the candy. “if you don’t quit it—” he sighed, his voice strained. the next thing you know, his character is being obliterated by the enemy. you stifled a giggle, your plan worked.
sam had left you so, so worked up. choosing to take out his frustration with his family on some stupid toy, rather than your willing pussy. ever since that day at the playground, you couldn’t go a day without sam pounding into your drooling cunt. even if it was always him starting it, he got you to finish, and you were forever grateful for it. but today? when you dolled up in all black— tank top and skirt— with red lingerie, he decided to pick up that gaming console and not let go.
“alright, bambi, i’ve had it with you,” he gets up abruptly, causing you to hit the ground and land on your knees. you gasped, offended.
his hands, full of real, crude metal were quick to move, undoing his belt, unlike your delicate hand that was motionless with the toy ring perched on it. the leather of his studded belt flicked across your cheek, causing you to look up at sam through wet lashes. he only smirked at the sight. your eyes flicked to the bulge revealed in his boxers, and now your mouth watered for a taste that wasn’t cherry ring-pop.
“‘like to suck your candy, huh, brat?” he squeezed your cheeks together. “since you’ve been practising in my goddamn ears all day,” he continued, pulling out his cock, “let’s see how good you’ve gotten.” his cock was slapped against the same spot at the belt. you only stared at him through your long lashes, unwilling to satiate when you’re unsatisfied yourself. “come on, bambi, open up,” he squeezed your cheeks again, causing your mouth to gape open. “i can’t guarantee it tastes like cherries, but you’re open to trying sweet-n-salty, aren’tcha?” he giggled, amused at his own snarky comments.
the fat tip of his cock pressed into your plump, gape lips, and instinctively, your tongue stuck out to lick it. “there we go,” sam sighed, ready to return to cloud 9.
you sheepishly swirled your tongue around the bulbous tip of his cock, relishing in the taste of his precum oozing into your tastebuds. oh, yeah, you’ve found yourself a new favourite flavour.
“hands up for me, bambi,” he sighed, breathless already. you oblige, eyes widening when his belt snaked over your wrists, tying them in an unholy matrimony. your hands rested in your lap, preventing you from pleasuring yourself like you intended to. “now, open wide f’me.” you’re obedient, eager to please, for you know if sam’s satisfied he would overlook the ‘punishment’ and stick his cock into you. your pussy flutters at the thought of being full again.
as your throat relaxed around him, you started taking more and more of his length, looking up at him through your lashes to seek his validation, and the mere sight was rewarding. his brows furrowed, a pink flush crept into his pale skin, while his lips were plump and agape, marks of his teeth etched into the skin. “your mouth was made to suck cock, y’know that— my cock. you’re only gonna squeeze my cock with that fuckin’ throat, y’hear?” he nods, authoritative yet cooing, “is my girl understanding me?” so you bobble your head along with length. “fuck yeah, brat. going dumb on my cock,” he moans, and you were eager to illicit more of those sounds.
you relax your jaw, inhale deeply, and let him take charge. when sam realises this, the little devil smirks, running his fingers through your scalp to tug at your hair.
his cock pistons in and out of your throat, your eyes watering and your breath haggard. your pussy clenched around nothing but the flooded dampness of your cotton panties.
“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fu—” incoherent grunts and groans filled the room along with the delirious smell of your arousals. “fuuuuck, bambi,” sam’s thrusts got sloppier.
“you know,” he spoke, breathless yet mischievously, “this candy comes with a creamy centre,” he chuckled, grunting as he came undone in your mouth. “sweet n’ salty, yeah?” he stroked his cock, relishing in the sight of his heavy load dripping down your plump lips. you were quick to swallow every drop, selfishly devouring your favourite candy. you wondered if this was gluttony or lust?
when satiated, sam pulled away, tucking his cock away. you, too, get up from the floor, wincing at the pain of kneeling down for too long.
you shimmy out of your clothes, making your way towards his bed. sam sees you in the corner of his eye, an eyebrow irking at your actions, “what do you think you’re doing,” he asked plainly, leaving you confused. “i- you’re fucking me, right?” you had a pitiful look on your face, so eager to chase your own release with his assistance. “like hell i will, dumb girl,” sam scoffed, “brats don’t get pleasure after punishment,” he shrugged coldly, grabbing his gaming console.
he pointed towards his thighs, “sit your ass back down,” you whine, “but i’ll be so boooored,” yet perch on his lap, still.
“—and i finished my ring-pop,” you sigh in frustration. sam chuckles, “don’t worry, i’ll have your new favourite out in a minute,”
“this flavour never finishes, just keeps on coming.”
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SEE ALSO. playground [PRELIMINARY FIC]. more of Sam Monroe [MEAN!SAM, BIMBO!READER AND OTHER TROPES].
