short smut fic - sam trapani x reader
(sam u fucking traitor… i still love him tho 😔💔)
“Mmn- stop teasin’ me.” You stutter out in ecstasy.
“Ah-! Sam.. S-slow down!”
The sight of you, sitting on his lap, legs pushed apart and head hung back, crumbling as his fingers fucked you, Sam couldn’t help at all but to soak up every moan and twitch, watching your legs close when he successfully hits your sweet spot.
Every attempt to (unsuccessfully) hold your moans back was an absolute drug to him.
You were a mess because of him.
You and he both failed to comprehend it. Sam was a calm individual who tended to maintain control. This was different. This was absolute desperation.
He was chasing your orgasm, almost craving how dirty he felt.
He halted for a split second, leaving you craving. You groan in frustration as you make clumsy attempts to regain the euphoria by thrusting your hips, leaving Sam with no choice except to pull back his fingers.
He chuckles, “Look at how wet you are, Y/N, don’t tell me you don’t feel any shame in this.” While part of you is humiliated at the fact you’re doing such obscene acts, you’re too fucked out of your mind to care.
“N- haah… please.” Is all you could get out.
“Hm? I can’t hear you, darling. Speak louder for me.”
“Please Sam. I need you so bad.” The words are all you could speak out, but it seemed to be all Sam needed to hear. As he placed his fingers back into your wet folds, excruciatingly slow.
As you whimper and whine against him, focused on his fingers, you almost didn’t hear the words that were so important to you.
“Only you make me this way.”