Oc-tober day 4: au, why would a pkmn trainer au feature a character who looks like a pkmn trainer when milo can be contest star and look like this instead?
Clean Up the Earth Day & International Stuttering Awareness Day & National Make a Dog’s Day
Person A has a bad stutter, so spends all their time around animals and works with people’s pets, since animals are the only ones they can speak clearly too. Person B is a dog handler who teaches their working dogs to pick up litter, and notices Person A has a talent for animal handling, and offers to take them on as an apprentice. So that Person A can learn to give direct and clear orders to the dogs, and slowly develop an inability to speak well with people.
Summary: They are up to more than just helping you improve.
Pairing: Trainer!Sam Wilson x Plus-Sized!Reader
Warnings: angst, chubby reader, language, flirty Sam, fluff, a hint of fingering, implied lovemaking, light/implied smut, making out, sweet pet names
A/N: This turned out sweeter than I outlined it. It’s less smut and more fluff, sorry, it just felt right to make this one the sweetest part.
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Four weeks after your first date with Sam, …
“Can I look now?” you giggle as Sam told you to close your eyes. He’s guiding you toward his apartment door, laughing as you are giddy like a child. “I love surprises, you know.”
“I know, sugar,” his hands squeeze your shoulders before he moves them up and down your arms to calm you. “I hope I didn’t overdo it. Sometimes I’m a little bit too enthusiastic. You must stop me, baby.”
“What are you talking about?” you question. “Sam?”
“Just wait and see,” he pecks your cheek. “Stay here and give me a minute. I’ll call for you when I’m done.”
You try to play it cool while your heart flutters.
It’s been four weeks since your first date. Four weeks filled with soft kisses, teasing, and light making out.
Sam tried anything to make you feel safe and comfortable around him. He succeeded. You are falling for Sam. Hard.
Tonight is the night. You want to jump the chance and give yourself to Sam completely. He’s a gentleman, and you know he’s holding back. All the lingering touches and soft kisses on your neck gave him away, though.
Sam is also a passionate man, and you want to get to know his body too.
“All done,” you whip your head toward Sam standing in the doorway. He grins as you got lost in thoughts once again. “Come in, Y/N. I got the whole night planned.”
“What's your plan, Mr. Wilson,” he smirks when you pass him by. You stop in your tracks and turn back around to peck his lips. “I hope you know; I love French toast for breakfast…”
“I—uh,” Sam swallows thickly at your comment. He tried to be a gentleman and you just implied that you want to stay the night. “I cooked, and ...”
“Oh my god, Sam,” you sniffle as you step inside his living room.
Smooth jazz is playing. There are red roses on the table. Rose petals lie on the carpet, leading toward the dining table. You can smell freshly cooked food and scented candles.
You’re speechless, to say the least. No man before Sam put so much effort into making a date special.
“What do you say?” he closes the door. “Do you like it?” Sam sighs. “It is too much. I knew it. I’m sorry.”
“Sam, it’s beautiful,” you jump at him to crash your lips onto his. “I love it. So much.” You kiss him again, hard, and passionately.
“Phew…thank fuck,” he laughs against your lips. “I made lasagna, Italian salad with olives and for dessert…that’s a surprise.”
“I love surprises, Sam,” you wrap one arm around his shoulders to bring him down for another kiss. “How about I surprise you before we eat.”
“O-kay,” he stammers as you use your other hand to guide his hand between your legs. He gasps as you urge him on to cup your mound. “Y/N…sugar.”
“I’m not wearing panties Sammy,” you purr when he dips two fingers into your wetness. “I’ve been thinking about you and your perfect cock all day. I just couldn’t help myself.”
“Y/N, baby. I-“ he seems to be speechless. It wasn’t in your plans to be so…forward. But you don’t want to waste another moment. “We should eat…or do you want to…”
“How about we work up an appetite?”
“Fuck, I wanted to act like a gentleman, but now I’m going to devour you,” you squeak as Sam easily hoists you up to carry you toward the dining table. “Food is still in the kitchen. We can eat it in bed…later.”
He places you on the table, making you giggle as he roughly spreads your legs with his big hands to step between them. “I want you, Sam. Please.”
Sam is on you in a blink. He moves his hands behind your back to unzip your dress. “I wanted to take my time and make sweet love to you.”
“I want you to fuck me,” you wrap your legs around his waistline. “Please. I want you to take what you want, and give me what I need.”
“Sugar.”
He watches you shove the dress down your shoulders to reveal your chest to him. “I need to know that you like what you see, Sam.”
He makes an odd noise when you take off your bra. You seductively drop it to the ground, coyly looking at Sam. “I fucking love what I see.”
Sam cups your face to greedily claim your lips again. He kisses you until you’re out of breath, and press your hands against his firm chest.
“Fuck. I love what I see too, Sam,” you slip your tongue inside his mouth, making him moan as you nip at his lower lip. “I want to see even more of you.”
“You’ll see all of me, baby,” his arms wrap around your body to hoist you up again. “But I won’t fuck you on the table. I’ll bring you to my bedroom and do this right.”
You whine.
He chuckles.
“I want you.”
“You have me, Y/N.”
Sam carries you toward the bedroom, making promises he intends to keep on his way. “I’ll fuck you so good, baby. No one will ever get the chance to put their hands on you ever again.”
You tug at his shirt, eagerly slipping your hand inside as he tries to get you inside his bedroom.
“Baby, I want you,” you purr, hoping it sounds as sexy as you think it does. “Please give me your big cock. I want to feel you split me open.”
“Jesus, you are making it hard for me to not ruin your sweet pussy,” he stumbles inside the bedroom, almost falling on top of you when he places you on the bed. “Baby…”
“Get up here,” you tease while Sam tries to take off his clothes and shoes in a hurry. His shirt ends on the lamp, his socks fly toward the window, and his pants, well they join his shoes on the floor. “Shit…you look like a Greek God or something.”
You bite your index finger as Sam stalks toward the bed. He opens the drawer of his nightstand to get a condom out, smirking as you shy away a little.
“I’ll be your Greek god, sugar. Only yours.”
Sam will take his time to explore every inch of your flesh with his hands, lips, and, even his teeth before he sinks into you.
You will claw at his back and breathe against his lips. His name, the only thing on your mind, and your lips.
That night, he becomes yours, and you’ll become his. You won’t remember your exes' name from that night on, nor the nagging voices in your mind. Voices from the past telling you no man will ever love you the way you deserve.
