♡Risa♡

Summary: In a world overtaken by the capitalistic greed of Joja, it's only obvious that not everyone can have a share of the grand pie that is being a productive member of JojaCorp! Therefore, women have been delegated to staying at home while the men go out and work, but...as a young woman who isn't yet married. The Ferngill Republic has issued you a husband so that you're not left desolate and destined to be left out on the streets, how gracious of them!

Now, let's take a look at these lovable, handsome fellows, shall we?

Warning(s): [AU! Where Stardew is a dystopian society run by Joja] Explicit Smut (but that's obv), Rough Sex, Gentle Sex, Tit-Sucking, Dry Humping, Reader is essentially a tradwife ngl (but like— not in the toxic way, it's just the way of the AU), Sub to Dom! Sebastian (kindaish), I may be missing some things ngl—

Side Note(s): Deadass, I got this idea from listening to an NSFW ASMR that scratched my brain just right 😔. A-Anywho, I hope y'all enjoy!

(Sorry to the Alex enjoyers— tbh, I wasn't going to add Shane in originally because alcoholic + dystopian did not seem like a good combo, but horny brain won over in the end)

Elliott — "The Hardworking Writer"

You had been pacing about your small home all day.

When you had received news that you were being issued a state-mandated husband...you couldn't help but think the worst. You had heard tales from women of a similar age to yours that having a state-mandated husband was like having a warden in your home 24/7. You could no longer think for yourself, speak for yourself, or live for yourself.

Your only duties were to be a housewife who popped out babies and cooked.

Such a reality was ingrained and beaten into your mind since you could remember.

But the tiniest bit of rebellion that you had screamed at you that you should've taken off for the nearest high hills before you received that dreaded knock at the door, the sound your short heels made as you went to the door sounded like the bells to alarm you of your doom until you finally opened the door to reveal...a rather handsome ginger-haired man.

'Dignified.' You thought to yourself, based on his clean and nicely pressed suit. He carried a gift basket in one hand and flowers in the other.

He was a whole head taller than you and looked at you with such a kind pair of green eyes that you nearly forgot that he was a mandated husband and was instead a prince about to sweep you away into an unknown land! "Good evening, ma'am—" His voice was soft and warm, as if he were about to read you a bedtime story. "—I'm Elliot, it's a pleasure to meet you." He continued. "As you may already know, I'm your—"

"Husband." You finished for him before politely stepping to the side to let him inside the home. You watched as he took everything in. Your home wasn't too big; it was modest, considering that you were the only person there up until today, but...house aside, you were waiting for the stranger to shed his nice facade the second he realized that there was no one else in the home.

But it never came.

"Your home is very nice." Elliot complimented. "Simple and clean, better than my old home close to the shoreline." Your eyes widened ever so slightly. "You used to live near the beach?" You asked before he nodded his head.

"I'm a writer," He revealed. "I find myself able to hone my craft a little bit better when I hear the calming waves of the ocean." You were about to open your mouth to ask if he had published anything, but you stopped yourself short. You figured that, if he were able to live on his own and be a state-mandated husband...his career as a writer had to have been successful enough that the Republic deemed him fit to be able to provide for a family.

As you came to close the door, however, following Elliot's inspecting movements until he reached the kitchen, where he set down his gifts for you. He looked back at you. "Do...do you have any hobbies?" He knew how awkward this situation was, not just for him but for you as well. When he had received the letter in the mail one day that he was to be your spouse, he...felt bad for you. A strange man suddenly barges into the private life of a formerly single woman, all while she had no choice in the matter?

It wasn't right.

But he didn't dare to speak it aloud and simply sympathized with you silently as you spoke about your interests.

Now came the difficult part.

"...You—You realize now what we have to do, right? To solidify the marriage, to show the Republic that we're doing our duties as newlyweds?"

Sex, you answered in your head as you felt your face immediately start to burn up. At least you weren't unattracted to Elliot; he was handsome and just your type! But, as Elliot slowly closed the distance between the two of you with a hesitant gaze while his hands were firmly kept at his sides, you knew that he had little choice in the matter himself. "Or we can wait," He said. "I'm certain the Republic isn't expecting anything today or the next week or so—"

"Let's get it over with," You interrupt with a hum and a small smile. "It's...It's not like I'm unattracted to you—or disgusted by doing that with you. Just...go slow."

He couldn't imagine going at any other pace.

Your safety and comfort came first, always.

♡ - However—once the two of you were within the small confines of your bedroom, that is—Elliot would have been lying to himself if he said that he wasn't tempted to do more than just admire your body.

His cock twitched in his pants at the thought of littering your body with kiss marks as he slowly helped you undress. The sight of your soft body becoming more and more exposed to his lustful emerald gaze only served to make his mouth begin to water as he drank in the sight of your beauty.

"You're...beautiful," Elliot whispered the words, almost as if he were speaking to the statue of a deity he worshipped, as he trailed his finger over your skin, his cock hardening to where—when you looked down—you blushed at the sight of his prominent bulge pitching a tent in his pants. Every tiny gasp, every little moan you released as he continued to touch and feel your body only made the writer's thoughts run more and more wild. Different positions to put you in...how good you would look, swelled up with his child inside of you...it was almost enough to make him cum untouched.

But he was a gentleman, not some brute only focused on breeding.

You requested that he go slow, and he would do just that and make sure that your first time with him was something to remember rather than something to fear and regret. "What—What are you doing?" You stuttered as Elliot slowly guided you back to sit on the edge of your bed before he sank down to his knees, using his hands to slowly part your thighs for him to more comfortably situate himself between.

Elliot pressed a steady kiss to the inside of your thigh. "You asked me to go slow, my dear." He hummed.

You could feel your sex begin to ache and throb the more that Elliot kissed the insides of your thighs, taking care not to rush his affections or where he touched while he kept steady eye contact with you through his heavily lidded gaze. Every story that you heard, regarding people who had been chosen as state-mandated wives and the likes...with the occasional husband here and there—all the tales were the same. The first night was something regretful and terrible, as usual, the other party was only focused on conceiving a child within the set amount of time that they had before they were required to go through an inspection.

You hadn't heard anything about gentleness, a tender slowness that Elliot currently gave you that only made your cunt grow wetter and wetter by the moment, your chest rising and falling quicker by the minute, it seemed as you looked at him. "Elliot..." You quietly moaned. His gaze briefly flicked down to your twitching sex, a groan escaping from his throat at the sight that he could describe as nothing else but beautiful. "Yes?" Elliot answered.

Your blush only deepened. "...Please." You said, spreading your thighs apart just a little more.

Elliot answered with a chuckle, kissing the insides of your thighs a few more times before he trailed his mouth closer to your sex. A hiss of anticipation escaped your lips, the ache you felt in your sex only growing harder to ignore by the moment as Elliot continued to tease and kiss you, worshipping your body as he pressed light pecks against your lower lips, tasting briefly samples of your delicious slick with each press. He couldn't resist beginning to palm himself over his pants, small groans leaving his lips as he resisted the urge to part the folds of your pussy...just a little bit longer...he wanted to build the anticipation, to make every second count.

He couldn't believe how lucky he had gotten.

When you had opened the door, he thought that he had come face to face with a goddess. To think...you were now his spouse.

He promised himself to ensure that your union with him, mandated as it was, would be a source of joy. "E-Elliot...!" Your whine suddenly reached his ears amidst his thoughts. "Stop teasing..." You poutingly demanded. "I need it—"

You felt him smile against your skin. "Need what, my dear?"

You couldn't help but huff. "You." You responded. "Your t-tongue—Ah!" Without warning, Elliot suddenly drove his tongue between your folds, a moan of sheer relief flooding from his lips as his mouth was suddenly overtaken with your taste and the heat of you. Elliot's hands move from pushing apart your thighs to parting the folds of your cunt to expose more of your weeping sex to his hungry gaze and eager tongue.

However, his gaze immediately honed in on your throbbing clit, how it twitched in tune with the way your cunt clenched for more of his tongue and oozed out more of your slick in the process. "Such a sweet pussy..." Elliot complimented. He brought his thumb to settle over your clit, his eyes flicking up to gauge your reactions as he pressed down on your aching bud and began to roll it in slow circles—just enough to make you buck against his tongue while his tongue continued to lpa away at your sex and push into of you, mimicking what he would do to you with his cock once he had made you cum on his tongue, once—perhaps thrice over.

Every tiny reaction you gave him—your gasps, your whimpers, and the way your hands found their way to his hair and began to pull at his locks—he stored it all away. He notes and catalogues all of your virgin reactions with an obsession that was reserved for you and you only. A pressure began to build up inside of you, foreign and almost frightening at how quickly it was building up, if it weren't for the pleasure you were feeling in the moment. "E-Elliot..." You moaned, your voice getting more breathless by the second. "Please—oh fuck—s-something's coming!"

Within the blink of an eye, it seemed, Elliot's ministrations on your pussy became almost feral. His tongue moved as if it were desperate for your orgasm, searching for more of your taste as he used his free hand to begin finger-fucking your cunt, pumping his digits in and out of you as he honed in on the spot that made you scream the loudest. That spongey spot inside of you, each filthy squelch that escaped from your soaked cunt followed by a punched out moan of the writer's name. His eyes went back to your own. "Come on, my dear—" He pressed a smooch to your clit. "—Go ahead and cum allll over my tongue." He encouraged you, desperate 'pleasepleaseplease'. starting to leave Elliot's mouth as he chased after your orgasm.

You had no choice but to shatter on his tongue, sobbing out his name as you threw your head back to let out a drawn-out moan. Stars dotted the edges of your vision as your thighs trapped his head in between them, your orgasm rattling through your body as Elliot drank down every pulse of your orgasm, licking away at you desperately as if he was going to suddenly faint if he were to miss a single drop of your essence.

It was only when you began to whine from overstimulation that Elliot slowly took his head from between your legs, the lewd sight of his face being covered with your juices making your thighs twitch. "My...you are delicious, my love." He said.

"Now rest, I must say...I'm rather eager to feel how my new wife will feel on my cock, next."

Sebastian — "The IT Guy"

Opening the front door to reveal your state-mandated husband was...interesting. Handsome as he was, he had come to your house wearing comfortable clothes and looking down at his phone! He was tall yet pale, as if he hadn't seen the sunlight in weeks and had a few piercings on his face and ears that whispered a more rebellious nature.

Not that you minded that—or, even if you did. It wasn't like you had too much of a choice in the matter.

"Hello...?" You spoke to catch the stranger's attention. "Are you my new husband?" Finally, the man looked up from his phone and put it in his pocket.

"I am." He confirmed. "I'm Sebastian." For a brief few minutes, the look on his face could have almost said that he was bored before even truly talking to you, as Sebastian looked you over. He was... pleasantly surprised. Although he still lived in his parents' home, down in the basement, he wasn't without a job. He worked for Joja IT, a dull rat race of a job where he had to get up early and stay late every night, making sure that nothing broke and, in turn, interfered with Joja's profit margin.

This life that was practically forced upon him since birth was...hard enough.

And it was only made harder when his Mom had said that there was something in the mail addressed to him, saying that he had been chosen to be a state-mandated husband for someone, which was you. But, so far, at least...at least you were pretty. "I'm...sorry," Were Sebastian's next words. "About this," He explained. "I know the last thing you want is some strange new husband forced on you."

That elicited a chuckle from you. "You could say that." You said before letting Sebastian inside. "But, you don't seem so bad, thankfully. I thought you'd be some old guy."

"And I thought you'd be some sad old woman."

Despite just meeting him, it was comfortable talking to him. After every sentence he spoke, there was an air that he wasn't expecting or forcing you to talk back to him. However, as Sebastian looked around your home, the duty that was required of him and you by the Republic lingered in the back of his mind.

"You know what we have to do, right?"

You nodded your head. "Have...a family." You answered. As Sebastian looked back at you, his eyes widened to the size of saucers when he saw that you were already beginning to pull down one of the straps to your dress, his cock undeniably twitching in his pants at the sight of you already being so eager. "W-We don't have to do anything today if you don't want!" Sebastian quickly spoke.

"I'm not trying to pressure you..."

You flashed him an embarrassed smile. "Y-You're not!" You gulped. "I know we just met, but...you seem nice, I...I don't mind." Neither did he, but now all that was left to do was to be guided to your bedroom—

♡ - Or not.

When the distance between you and Sebastian was closed...you had hardly allowed him a second to admire the way that your dress pooled at the foot of your heels, much less to gaze at how pretty your body looked or how full your tits were...before you guided him to lie back on your small couch as you straddled him, slowly rubbing his quickly hardening cock. "I...I thought—fuck—you wanted to take things slow." Sebastian's words came out in a pleasured hiss as his eyes ran over your form.

Your face began to warm more than it already was. "I do." You said with a gulp. "I just—I want you." You shyly admitted.

Both of you had just met, literally only a few minutes ago, and the one thing you weren't going to deny was that you were attracted to him. As much as Sebastian's eyes ran over your body—imagining and damn near drooling at the imagination of how your pussy would feel wrapped around him—you were doing the same to him, you ogled his body as Sebastian lifted up and took off his shirt, revealing his lean body underneath with the odd scar here and there.

At the feeling of your eyes so bluntly on him, though, Sebastian met your boldness with some shyness of his own. "We just met..." Sebastian murmured. "We can take things slow," He stated once more, even though he was far from wanting to take things slow, judging from how much his cocktip was leaking milky white pre-cum. "I don't want to force you."

You offered Sebastian a smile. "You're not forcing me." You softly responded before you began to guide Sebastian's cock to your clenching hole. "Do...Do you want to do this with me?"

A breathy groan escaped from Sebastian's throat when he felt your hot cunt against his cock, tipping his head back to release the noise into the air before he looked back at you. "M-More than anything...p-please—Oh fuck—!" He would've been embarrassed at how needy and whiny he sounded, as if this was his first time feeling a pussy slowly sink down onto his cock, if it hadn't felt so fucking good.

At first, he absolutely dreaded the idea of having a state-mandated wife.

Every question ran throughout his head, mostly wondering whether or not you'd be someone rude or not—demanding even, for him to give you kids and nothing else.

But instead? He was introduced to you.

A person whom he could hardly resist keeping his hands off of as he watched with lidded eyes as you finally sank down all the way to the base. "So big..." You whispered breathlessly. It felt as if Sebastian was poking at the deepest parts inside of you, your walls clenching and unclenching around his dick as you had to will yourself to suck back the spit that wished to escape from the side of your lips from how good his cock felt.

You quietly whined when Sebastian's hands came to rest on your hips. "Are you okay?" He sounded breathless, as if it were taking everything inside of him at that moment to keep himself together and from cumming on the spot without you even having to move. You could only manage to weakly nod your head before you rolled your hips, testing, tearing out a quiet 'Fuck' from your new husband before you slowly brought yourself up...and then down.

You repeated the easy motions, up and down, up and down, until you found a rhythm while Sebastian's eyes were glued to the way your tits bounced in tune with your movements.

You gasped at the unfamiliar feeling of his cock twitching inside of you. Sebastian's cock ached for you to move faster. To fuck yourself and use him as if he were nothing more than a toy to be used for your pleasure and your pleasure only. But, he couldn't bear the idea of manhandling you, especially when it was most likely your first time, like it was his! "A-Am I doing okay...?" You moaned down at Sebastian. Your vision was unfocused and hazy. You were embarrassed to admit to yourself that it was slowly getting harder to move your hips, the pleasure that you felt from Sebastian's cocktip constantly bullying at a spongey spot deep inside of you...it sapped away your energy, more and more, with each thrust.

"You're doing good..." He answered your question, gently praising you as his cock twitched once more inside of you at the sight of you beginning to slow down and show signs of tiredness.

"Tired?" The question was teasing, your cunt clenching around your new husband's cock a little when you noticed the way his brow was raised a little as he looked at you. "N-No..." Sebastian chuckled at your obvious lie, a sudden burst of confidence blooming in his chest that could only be sparked from the desperation a man felt when he wanted his wife to move faster. "Really?" He hummed. "Then keep going—" He began to gently thrust upwards into your oozing cunt, a drawn out whine of his name escaping your lips as your hands balled into fists on his chest. "S-Sebastian—!"

"Meet my thrusts," He said. "You're not tired, right? Surely you can do that then...right?" Originally, you had chalked Sebastian up to be a virgin like you were! A realization that calmed you ever so slightly at the fact that there were no expectations to be had, but, as Sebastian continued to fuck up into you...his moans becoming more apparent as he moaned out your name and his hands started to roam over your body more—that potent mixture alongside the pleasure you already had buzzing inside of you from your movements earlier, you couldn't even afford to be embarrassed as you slightly begged for Sebastian to move faster, for him to take over.

"Sebastian...please," You whined. "Take over...!" His eyes widened ever so slightly, a mixture of shock and being soooo turned on in the moment that it nearly put him into a state of shock.

All he could say was a mere 'Okay' before he grabbed your hips and slammed upwards with a purpose. Sebastian planted his foot as best as he could on the couch while the other remained firmly placed on the floor as he sank himself into you completely. "Fuck—!" Your moan was followed up with a sharp whine, your brain barely having enough time to process the sudden thrust up into you before the very air was fucked out of you.

Drawn-out noises and curses left the poor man's lips as he began to struggle for breath himself.

Fuckkk, your pussy was so pliant that it felt like a dream. It was hard to feel even the slightest bit of embarrassment when everything about you was making him feel more and more stupid for even thinking that getting a state-mandated wife out of the blue was going to be a bad thing! "S-Sebastian...!" You cried out. Your voice was choppy, broken up by moans and whiny sobs as your fingernails scratched up your husband's chest as you tried to find purchase to handle his fervent thrusts without losing your mind entirely.

Everything felt so good...you've never felt this full, not a single moment in your life. The sound of your squelching cunt and skin slapping against skin, you couldn't help the way your cunt tightened around Sebastian's cock, nor the way an unfamiliar tightness began to well up in your stomach. And somehow, Sebastian just knew that you were close. "Hah...you look different." He noted, his fingers digging into your hips just a little bit more as his cock ached almost painfully at how hot you looked above him. He wanted to do everything to and with you.

The way your tits bounced in front of him just screamed to be sucked on. He hadn't even had a taste of your cunt yet before all this happened; he imagined it would've been just as sweet as you looked. Twitching and eager for his tongue— "F-Fuuuck..." He accidentally interrupted his own train of thinking as he pressed the back of his head deeper into the couch, feeling his balls begin to draw up tighter against himself as he could feel his climax begin to creep closer and closer. "Close..." He panted out. "C-Can we do this one more time, pleaseee..." Through your hazy vision, you unconsciously bit your bottom lip at the arousing sight of Sebastian's mouth hanging open as he looked up at you as if he were begging for you so much that he hadn't a single clue as to what to do with himself.

"Y-Yeah..." You leaned forward, cupping his face with your hands as you gave him more of an angle to fuck his cock into, the increasing speed making you almost struggle to take a breath at all. "Let's do this lots of times, y-you feel so good inside of me—!"

That was enough for him; your poor husband only managed a few more sloppy thrusts and moans of your name before he stilled against your cunt with a deep-throated groan. The spurts of his hot cum flooding your insides, painting your walls white— you came only seconds after him with a whine, your cunt clenching and unclenching as if your body was begging and trying to wring out as much cum as it could from Sebastian's cock.

Yet, before you even had a chance to breathe and think that you were going to get a moment to recover from your orgasm...you felt Sebastian's cock twitch inside of you with renewed vigor. Sweaty as he was, when you looked at him, he looked as if he had been injected with a whole new burst of energy.

Well...you did say that the two of you could go another round, after all.

Sam — "Ex-Military"

Learning from the letter you received, that you were getting an ex-military guy as a state-mandated husband was...terrifying, to say the least. Be it whether or not you were too in tune with listening to the things that came from rumorville, you had heard tales of wives having the most awful of husbands who just so happened to be either in the military or ex-military.

You didn't think your luck could have gotten any worse, and you desperately prayed to whatever god or lucky star that happened to be listening to you that your new husband would have just suddenly deserted you and left you alone!

But that wasn't the case when you heard a few knocks on your door one rainy day and opened it to see a blonde holding an umbrella.

He was handsome, cute even, boyishly so. He was equipped with a pair of sparkling blue eyes that radiated an almost dog-like happiness as well as a few knicks and scratches presumably from his time in the military.

He wasn't anything like the rumors said that ex-military people were! Stoic and always glaring, this guy was sunshine incarnate, it seemed!

"Hi!" The blonde stranger greeted you. "I'm Sam, it's nice to meet you! I'm your new husband." You couldn't help but begin to crack a smile at his infectious grin before you stepped aside to let him inside your home. He made sure to clean his boots off at the entrance, and a few seconds in, he was already complimenting you on the decor of your home.

"Y/N." You introduced yourself. "You're military?" You questioned, although the answer was already obvious based on the uniform.

"That I am," Sam confirmed. "Though I'm not deployed at the moment." And, inwardly, he was thinking of quitting the Republic army altogether. It wasn't what he imagined doing with his life, but...he hadn't had too much of a choice. He needed to provide for his Mom and little brother at the time, and although his father was doing that just fine...it was better than staying at home, chasing a dream that seemed to not have too many chances of succeeding like he had hoped so when he was a child.

And especially now, now that he was mandated to be a husband for you.

The two of you may have been strangers, but he didn't want to seem to be a burden, much less make you feel as if he couldn't provide for both of you and—children, soon enough, according to what the Republic mandated as well in the letter.

However, once Sam decided to sit on a chair in the kitchen area, he gulped as he tried to find a way to bring up the next step now that the two of you had met. "Well...according to the letter, we have to—"

"Have sex," You finished for him. "I read the letter."

Despite how bluntly you finished his sentence, your cheeks burned with embarrassment similar to how Sam's did as he continued to look you over. "We...we don't have to do it today, we can wait." He said. "I don't want to put pressure on you; this is a lot." And he hated the fact that he didn't have much control over the situation. He was supposed to be your husband, which meant he was also supposed to protect you and keep you from doing anything you didn't want to, and yet...he couldn't.

However, you didn't mind the slightest as you slowly walked up to Sam.

"It's a lot, but I don't mind." You softly said before stopping in front of him, already beginning to undress yourself. "Let me control the pace."

♡ - His face was absolutely flushed to the max as he watched—as he felt your bare sex grind against his bulge while you straddled him on one of the chairs in your kitchen. The pace you had taken was slow and gentle, the perfect pace for a virgin couple that was just getting to know one another sexually and yet...

Sam couldn't help but begin to crave more.

He wasn't a complete virgin; he had snuck around here and there in his more rebellious area before he went off to the military like his dad did before him, but the million-dollar question at the moment was...how was he to show you how good he could fuck without scaring you off? He had already told himself he didn't want to come off as some kind of brute; he was willing and able to wait, but now that the two of you were where you were... he sought to impress you.

Thus, his hands slowly found their way from gripping and scratching at the sides of his seat to gently rubbing circles into the sides of your plush thighs with his thumbs. "Feels good...?" You moaned softly as you pressed yourself closer to his body, your tits smushing against his chest as Sam responded with a nod as if he were in a trance by the sight of your beautiful tits alone. "Y-Yeah..." He stuttered back to you. He could feel his cock leak pre into his pants, hot and sticky and begging to be released into a tight, warm pussy.

Like yours.

"Hey," Sam pressed a gentle peck to your chin to get you to focus on him. "Let me take over," He suggested with a boyish grin. "I can make you feel reallyyyy good, you won't want to go this pace—or hump my dick over my pants ever again." Your head cocked to the side curiously at your new husband's confident tone, allowing him to maneuver his body as he pleased, as he gently pushed you back just enough to allow him room to free his cock from his pants.

Your jaw dropped at the sight of his cock, throbbing and leaking pre-cum as a prominent vein ran along the underside. You gulped. "Is...is that going to—"

"Yes," Sam assured you as if he were already expecting the answer, his hands then guiding your hips to where your cunt hovered above his cockhead. His tongue darted out briefly to lick his bottom lip at the dirty sight, at the feeling of your warm cunt and the way that a string of your slick dripped onto his tip, mixing in with his pre. "Tell me if you want to stop." He said before Sam began to help you sink down onto his cock.

The stretch bordered on painful, causing you to loop your arms around Sam's neck as your face dug into the side of his neck, hissing at the delicious stretch while your ears were filled with gentle praises and quiet apologies for making you feel even the littlest amount of pain. But once Sam had finally guided your hips down to the base of his cock, you felt so full to the point where you swore up and down that you could feel him in your stomach.

"Tell me when to move," Sam whispered as he pressed gentle kisses into your cheek.

Your cunt felt so tight around him that it took every little bit of willpower that he had within to keep himself from cumming. But, once you had begun to grind down onto him, resulting in a cute little moan slipping from your lips as your arms slipped from wrapping around his neck and to your hands planting themselves on his shoulders...that's when he couldn't help the eager smirk that graced his face. "Feels good..." You whispered, your pussy throbbing almost painfully from need, and for your new husband to move.

"It'll feel even better once I move," Sam responded to your words cockily.

For a moment, you responded to him with a slow raise of your brow, a clear sign of doubt—well...not that you exactly doubted his words, more so the belief that the pleasure you were already feeling could be heightened even more. Every little movement you made on his dick made his cocktip press even more into your deepest, spongiest spot, making stars appear at the edges of your vision while you struggled to swallow down each and every little moan that wanted to leave.

You grinded down a few more times, testing the waters before you slowly nodded your head. "Y-You can move..." You murmured.

A sharp 'Ah!' left your lips when Sam slowly thrust up inside of you.

His movements were slow and careful, the blues of his eyes steadily beginning darker as he continued to relish in the way that your pussy felt around his cock, but he wanted you to get used to the movement. There would be plenty of time for him to fuck you how he wanted. "S-Sam...!" You gasped. "Please..." You whined. Too slow. You thought to yourself.

You wanted—needed for him to go faster. Every slow thrust up until you felt as if he were torturing you! Your cunt was so hungry for more, you were oozing out of your slick, soaked beyond belief, and dirtying your new husband's pants. "Oh, c'mon~" Sam teased. "Let me enjoy my new wife's pretty pussy just a little bit longer!" The blonde shot you a playful, toothy grin, as if this entire thing were a joke to him! "Sam." You huffed.

"Fuck me—s-shit—!"

Sam interrupted your words with a sudden thrust up into you, his hands releasing their grip as he switched to wrapping his arms around you, giving you no choice but to take every. single. one of his thrusts. "My new wife's so impatient..." Sam panted as he admired the way that your face went from pouty and almost bratty in a sense, to full of lust and admiration of how good his cock felt ramming its way inside of you. Each thrust was met with a dirty squelch, the sounds a deliciously filthy symphony to the blonde's ears as he chased after that sound and after more of your moans. "Sam—" The first few thrusts already had you struggling to speak properly, your body doing the talking for you as your hips began to roll back onto him, attempting to match his movements in an attempt of begging for more.

"N-Need more...!" You gasped. "feels so fucking—Ah!"

Sam's mouth opened to tease you, to drag out your begging to see if you reallyyy wanted more of him. But, he couldn't deny the way his own words got caught up in his throat when your walls clenched around him so tightly that it made his attempted words back off into a groan. "Fuuck..." He moaned. "You really do need more of me, huh?" He leaned back as far as he could into the chair as he began to angle his cock to precisely punch into the spot that made you moan the loudest.

"S-Shit!" You whined. Your body jerked as it felt like anything you've ever felt before. Pleasure soars throughout your body as it feels as if you've lost control over your own body, unable to do anything but hold on tightly to Sam's shoulders as you let him take control and fuck you, Sam's moans steadily turning into needy pants as the pleasure felt sooooo good that he couldn't help but switch from leaning back to starting to lean forward.

"S-Sam...?!" You whined as you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, holding onto him as he continued to move and thrust as if he were suddenly starving for your cunt. "S-Sorry..." He moaned. "You just feel so good that—Ah..." He felt as if he were losing his mind.

You were gushing around him, drenching his cock and the front of his pants in your sticky, slick as each thrust caused your cunt to shoot out little jets of your juices. Your fingernails dug into the blonde's shoulder, hot tears of pleasure burning your eyeline as you felt a knot begin to form in the pit of your stomach.

"C-Close!" You warned. You were so close that you could almost taste your orgasm upon your tongue, your body shuddering as you crept closer and closer to your climax. "S-Sam...!"

"L-Let it out..." He encouraged. "Fuck—fucking soak me, please—" He didn't even have a chance to finish begging for you to cum around his cock as a distinct gushing sound reached his ears, almost making the blonde want to cry from how he regretted missing the way he felt you squirt around him while you cried out from the mind-numbing pleasure. Yet despite your orgasm...the pleasure slowly turning into a tingling overstimulation that you both wanted to take a break from as well as chase after, Sam still continued at his fast pace, chasing after a climax that was faaar from coming anytime soon.

He wanted to enjoy your body to the fullest; he was willing to damn near blue ball himself to make sure that he enjoyed every second of his new wife. "Sam—!" You whined. "T-Too much...! J-Just came—fuuuckk...!"

Sam leaned back just enough to be able to look you in the eyes again, his face flushed a deep red as he slowed to a deep, womb-grinding roll of his hips. "I'm not through with you just yet, babe..." He panted, languidly dragging his dick in and out of you as he slowly worked you through your orgasm. You've cum so much that his pants are completely dark with your juices, causing his cock to throb inside of you as he groaned at the way your walls clenched around him in response.

"I've still gotta get a few more orgasms out of you, after all..."

NSFW under the cut // MDNI

This drabble was written for the lovely @sashiavi 🌸 Happy birthday, Risa!!! I hope you have the best day ever :) I pushed through writing this in time, so I hope this is a sign that I'll manage to get back into writing. It's been quite long, so I'm a bit rusty, but I hope you still like this <3 Also, this is my first time ever writing for Shane, fingers crossed he's not too ooc.. I did proofread this but I could have missed something, so sorry in advance for any typos/mistakes

Warnings: reader is a tease and earns a lesson, dom shane, sort of jealous/possessive shane, making out, unprotected sex (use protections irl!!!), brief mating press (hehe), reader wears a dress and has female anatomy, but no pronouns or other characteristics are mentioned. lmk if i missed anything

You enter the saloon wearing Sebastian’s leather jacket and he does a double take across the bar. 

He looks you up and down, eyes dragging slowly and meeting yours with an intensity that shivers down your spine. He seems to be fighting a smile so his friends don’t see— looks away as his teeth scrape over his bottom lip. 

It was brave of you to wear it.