Can you please write NSFW Sam x reader?🤍
A/N: You didn't specify gender so I'm marketing to the gay seduce me fans. Let's go masc aligned Sam fuckers. Also, this got away from me, I sat down to write and then I blacked out. When I came to, this was on my phone screen.
You hear the door slam and jolt from the volume. Cautiously making your way to the front door, you see Sam struggling to remove his shoes. As he finally gets them off, he looks up and meets your eyes.
You're barely able to utter a greeting before he's pushing you against the wall and kissing you. It's all teeth and tongue on his end, grabbing at your skin, hands touching any part of you they can. Fingers digging into your sides, your hips, your thighs, dragging your hips against his.
"Sam, what's-" You barely manage to ask before he's kissing you again, his teeth scraping down your neck as he growls.
"Quiet." It's a simple command, but it's sharp, his tone dangerous. He's hoisting you up by the thighs before you even process it, throwing you down on the bed before you notice he's carrying you up the stairs. He crawls over you, his teeth latching to your neck and sucking dark purples and reds into the flesh.
He travels down, not pulling your shirt up and off. Instead, he pulls it down until it rips, exposing more of your flesh to him. He bites and sucks along your skin, leaving an angry trail of violet and rose to blossom on your skin. His hands are rough with the way they strip you, not stopping for even a second to care how seams tear and fabric rips. The only thing left mostly intact is your underwear, which he rips open the back of. He pushes you down into the mattress, dragging your hips up as he starts unbuckling his belt. You quickly grab his hair, making him pause as he looks at you.
"Use me how you need." Your voice is barely a whisper, but it lets Sam know that he has free reign. He kisses you roughly, tearing his own pants before he lines himself up with you. He forces his tongue into your mouth as he pushes in, harsh lines of his tongue running across your teeth and cheeks as he slides deeper, muffling your moans. He pulls away from your lips, resting his forehead against yours as his eyes flicker between green and gold.
Slowly, he pulls out before his hips snap back, the loud slap of his thighs meeting the meat of your ass echoing through the room. He growls, his face burying in your neck as he listens closely to every noise he pulls out of you. His hands grab onto your hips and thighs as he starts pulling you against him, his growls almost sounding like snarls as he picks up the pace.
"Moan for me. Let me hear your noises. C'mon, let me know how I'm making you feel." He growls, his teeth bared despite his almost desperate tone. A whimper tears from your throat as his hand wraps around your cock, tugging harshly even as he spits to ease the glide. He grabs at your hips, pulling them higher as he leans over you to get a deeper angle, the action making a cry fall from your lips.
As you continue to moan, cry and gasp beneath him, his thrusts only get harder and faster. He reaches deeper, causing a high-pitched keen to leave your throat. At the push and pull of him in your tight ass, he spanks you roughly, watching as the flesh ripples and he grins.
"So good... You're always so good for me..." It's a labored gasp against your flesh, but he's desperate to praise you. Desperate to let you know that he still loves you despite his rough movements. As he twists his wrist around your twitching dick, he buries himself as deep as he can, panting heavily even as he continues to stroke you. He leans down, kissing you as his palm swipes over the head. A few more pumps and you're twitching wildly with a cry against his lips as hot cum shoots from your tip, coating his hand and dripping onto your stomach.
Sam disconnects from your lips and starts his rough pace of thrusting into you again. Soon, his balls draw tight against his body and he's releasing with a roar, spilling rope after rope into your heat.
He pants as he pulls out, gently moving away to help you lay on the bed. He leaves just to come back with a warm, damp washcloth and run it across your body. He lifts your legs gently to clean the cum that started leaking out, kissing your knee as he raises your leg. He lets you catch your breath as he lays on top of you, tossing the washcloth on the floor.
"Pick it up..." You mumble, still catching your breath as Sam nuzzles his head into your neck.
"I'll get it later." He responds, wrapping his arms around you.
"Sam, it's gonna grow mildew." You squirm slightly, trying to get him to pick up the washcloth now.
"And I'll get it later." He sinks deeper into you, tightening his hold. You feel his smile against your skin as you relent and wrap your arms around him, stroking through his hair. Soon enough, his breathing evens out and his chest rises and falls steadily. His body spread across yours, you have no choice but to follow suit.