You punishing sam for teasing you and being bad when you were in an important meeting (daddy kink)
(tw. crying, daddy kink.) this idea was so hot and i didn’t even mean to make it this long!
it wasn’t out of character for sam to tease you, not at all. he enjoyed toying with you in more public settings, he loved the rush it gave him and the punishments you’d give him when you finally got the chance to be alone with him.
he had assumed that this time, his punishment would be something he’d expect or could predict — poor thing had no idea how wrong he was.
he’d be face down ass up, thighs spread wide apart as you kneeled on the bed yourself. your hands found his hips and you got a good look at the downright sinful image that is sam.
the lube you had used to stretch him open dripped slowly down his balls. admittedly, you had used more than needed but the both of you enjoyed how messy it could get.
you grin as your tip breaches sam’s tight hole, using his hips as leverage as you push all the way in. sam is breathing heavily against the sheets, with his head turned so that he could see you.
you stay seated in him, and at first sam believes that you’re just giving him time to adjust but after a couple minutes of simply staying put, he chews on his bottom lip after you still make no move to fuck him.
“are you gonna move?” he asks, attempting to shift his hips and press his ass back against you in an effort to get some friction. “i don’t plan on moving just yet. i think i’m gonna stay right here until i’ve deemed you’ve learned your lesson,” you reply to him, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly.
you press into him as deep as you could go and stay there. he groans, planting his face within the sheets. he tries to push back against you and fuck himself with your cock but it doesn’t doesn’t work out.
after a few failures, he’s nearly in tears. “‘m sorry, okay? i-i need you, please? fuck daddy, please,” he whimpers in earnest, and you hum. he doesn’t seem to have noticed he let the honorific slip out, letting the tears fall freely down his cheeks.
your hand moves to the globe of his ass, spreading his left cheek to see where the both of you were connected. “see, sammy? when you’re good, i don’t have any problem giving you what you want,” you mutter, finally starting move.
he whines and whimpers beneath you, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets below him. “that’s right baby, let daddy take care of you,” you mumbled, and he groans — a deep, guttural sound that erupted from his throat. you could feel it in the way he clenched around you that he was close.
calling yourself the honorific while fucking him that good had him quivering and cumming onto the sheets below him.