#bangable

"Ow!" I whine, rubbing the spot but he soon takes my hand away and replaces it with his lips making me sigh, the slight show of affection making me turn to putty.

"How long do you plan on waiting?" he asks, pulling back and tilting my chin up with his pointer finger, making sure I'm looking straight at him.

"Waiting for what?" I ask, but I know what he's going to say. I know he knows but he's been torturing me, waiting for me to say it all day.

"Waiting to ask me to fuck you," he says, his tone taunting and although expected makes me clench around nothing.

"I wasn-" 

"I know your cycle. I know your scent. I know those eyes," he says, now tracing his finger along my jawline before his thumb finds it's rest, running along my bottom lip. 

"If you knew then why didn't you say anything?" I murmur, my gaze heated, unwavering.

He tilts his head and gives me a mocking smile.

"You know how to ask for what you want," his eyes, focused on my mouth, pulling down my bottom lip the slightest bit, sucking his teeth when he sees there's no resistance.

"Tell me how to fuck you, love."

His straightforward and dominant nature always to my liking, but again he knows.

He knows my wants, my needs, the depths of my desires.

"You know how," I murmur, already in my head enough but he knows, he knows but he doesn't care.

"You won't be getting fucked properly unless you tell me exactly what you want, doll," he counters, his eyes glowing gold and taking in my reactions. The slight parting of my lips, the way my pupils dilate, all filed back into his data base

"I want to see you the whole time. I want to feel your eyes on me while you fuck me," I say, the intimacy of eye contact being something I'm craving.

"You want me to watch you as you fall apart under me? Watch you beg for more? Watch while I fuck you dumb until you can't think straight?" he says, his thumb still dragging along my bottom lip, making me take it in my mouth, sucking on it the slightest bit.

"Fuck it," he growls and throws me over his shoulder, my head reeling from the sheer momentum created by his quick movement. I giggle as he carries me to our bedroom gaining me a slap on my ass as a response, a yelp being my courter argument. 

He chuckles under his breath at the sound, kicking the door open and closing it with his foot behind us, tossing me on the bed, making me bounce on impact.

"I spoil you too much," he says, crawling on top of me, his shirt already stripped off making the view that much better.

"That's your job, isn't it?" I smile and pull him closer, his synthetic lungs puffing out air to mix with my breath, our lips resting against each other, eyes locked on one another.

"I guess it is, isn't it?" he chuckles, leaning closer so he's speaking right against my lips, kissing just the slightest bit through his words, still not giving me what he knows I want and when I try to connect our lips he pulls back.

"Jungkook," I groan pulling him closer, his mocking laugh sending a heat rushing through my veins.

"Patience love," he purrs, his nose running along the expanse of my neck, the air coming out of his mouth feeling as real as any man's breath would.

I shake off that thought, those thoughts that take me out of the fantasy and remind me that he's not real. 

That he's not truly human.

He can sense my mental distress and decides to pepper kisses along my collarbone, biting down on it slightly when he feels me try to rut my hips against his.

"That's not very patient now, is it?" he pulls back, seeing the distress in my eyes now that he's hovering over me. 

"Hey, just focus on me," he coaxes, knowing I need to get out of my head, so I nod, pulling him in, and this time he lets me. 

I connect our lips in a soft, slow kiss. Letting myself get lost in the feeling. His lips, always so perfectly smooth and kissable, knowing exactly what I like.

Every suck, every nip, every tug on my lips is practiced, calculated, ingrained in his memory.

"Gonna be good and listen, yeah?" his tone coaxing, getting me out of my head and into a space where only him and his words matter.

I nod, my lashes fluttering as I look up at him.

"Why don't we get you out of these clothes then? Although with how skimpy those shorts are, you might as well not be wearing anything," he says, slapping my bare thigh, the sound loud and sharp, making me jump.

"Lift your hips for me, love," he chuckles, already hooking his fingers into my waistband, taking everything off in one go once my ass has barely left the bed.

He doesn't even bother with removing the tank top I'm wearing, nipples hard and poking through the fabric. 

I guess he had a point there. 

I didn't really leave much to the imagination.

He lowers his head to my chest, taking one of my nipples in his mouth over the fabric, dampening with his synthetic saliva, pulling back and blowing on it with cool air, making me shiver.

He smiles, eyes glowing gold as he takes note of my reaction to him.

"Always so sensitive to cold," he chuckles, running his hand up my thigh, now so much colder than before, my leg flinching away. 

The cooling mechanism under his skin makes the change drastic, something he knows will keep me on edge, focused on his touch.

I shiver as his fingers dance up my inner thighs now, slowly, so slowly getting closer to where I've been needing him for hours.

I yelp when his cold thumb lands on my clit, making my hips writhe around, trying to get away from it. 

"Sorry, doll. You want it like this?" he coos, raising the temperature to something more bearable. I hum at the warmth, my hips now resting, staying still as I let him play with me.

My eyes had fluttered shut at some point, and when I feel the absence of his touch they open and see he's laying on his back next to me.

My brow scrunch together at his sudden change and the smirk on his face tells me he's plotting something.

"Sit on my face."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me."

"You want me to...on your face?"

"Lemme try something different, hm?" he coaxes, pulling me to straddle him, my legs on either side of his waist.

"But...it's embarrassing," I mumble and he smiles.

"Why is it embarrassing?" he runs his hands up and down my thighs, tilting his head to catch my glance.

"Well...I don't know. It just is," I burry my face into his neck, him wrapping his arms around my waist in response.

"We'll do whatever you want, love, but I think you'd really like it," he hums, pinching my side and making me yelp.

I swat his hand away and he just pulls me closer, his body warm, the mechanisms inside him making small noises when he breathes, the sound almost calming, comforting.

"Okay," I mumble after a while, burying my face even further into him, if that were even possible.

"Really?" he asks, his tone lifted as I nod.

"C'mere then," he pulls me into a kiss, making me crave more, his hands cupping my ass and giving it a light swat as a way to tell me to move closer.

I pull back and let out a breath, looking down at him with a wary look but he just smiles, caressing my cheek and giving me a nod before I sit up.

He readjusts his position so I have more than enough room and helps guide me up his torso until I'm hovering right over him.

"No excuses about crushing me or suffocating me because it's not possible," he reminds me, taking away any protests I would usually give if he were...real. I shake my head to get those thoughts out and grab onto the headboard before straddling either side of his head.

He hooks his arms under my thighs and guides me down, his expression is enough to make my heart race faster.

"Sit down, pretty girl," he coos, his tongue finally dipping between my folds, making my thighs shake already, my knuckles turning white as I tighten my grip on the headboard.

He chuckles at the sight before pulling me down fully and locking me in place, my cunt smashed up against his face as he makes the most obscene noises, my own falling from my lips in turn.

"So fucking gorgeous like this," he growls against me, the vibrations making me grind my hips down on him harder, his nose nudging my clit over and over.

"Shit, Jungkook," I whimper as a way to show him I'm close and he continues with his assault on my clit, his tongue lengthening and petting up against that spot that makes me see stars, forgetting who and where I am.

His grip on my hips is bruising and he holds me in place, choosing to smother himself instead, his actions and the sight of it soon tipping me over, crying out his name as I cum hard, my vision white hot as I ride out the wave.

When my whines of overstimulation are met with more pets of his tongue and his nose still stimulating my clit I try to get off.

"You can give me another one, can't you?" he mumbles, choosing to slowly make out with my cunt, dragging his tongue up and down my folds before I dipping inside my entrance before doing it all over again.

My fingers lace through his hair as I use it as another hold to keep me steady, with him groaning as if he could feel the tug, all just another reaction he knows I like. 

"W-wait. I c-can't," I hiccup, the pleasure overwhelming as he starts sucking on my clit, his tongue like a gift I could never repay as he circles around it, yet keep coming back for more.

"Yes you can," he growls and locks me in place again, his efforts doubling making my whole body tremble.

I feel it all building again, the burning sensation in my stomach spreads and I'm throbbing against his lips. Soon that knot snaps and I lose control of my body, free falling before I feel his arms around me, laying me down and wiping his chin with the back of his hand before peppering kisses all over my face.

"Did so good for me pretty," he praises, a hand caressing my thigh while the other arm props himself up to look down at me.

"I can't see straight," I mumble and he shakes his head and kisses my cheek.

"That good, huh?" he asks, his eye glowing gold as he commits it all to memory.

I give him that look that says 'Why even bother asking?' and he rolls his eyes.

"I've gotta ask for feedback, love." 

"It was incredible." I admit, my cheeks heating up as if I wasn't riding his face into the sunset.

"See, nothing to be embarrassed about," he kisses my temple, a call back to my earlier concern. 

"I was just nervous because I've never done that before," I admit and his eyes widen slightly before smiling.

"Glad to have been of service," his nose scrunches up, his smile getting wider.

"I hate you," I groan and he laughs and lays down on his back, pulling me closer to rest my head on his chest.

"No you don't," he teases, and pinches my side but soon the room falls into a comfortable silence, the soft sound of a synthetic heartbeat matching in time to the rising and falling of his chest.

No, I don't hate him...but what I do feel for him is something I'm not willing to put words to.

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Her story went in one ear and out the other as you used your straw to scoop out the whipped cream from your drink before slipping it past your lips. You hadn’t noticed the two men sitting at a far table behind Caroline. His attention was caught as he watched your lips wrap around the small straw, licking it clean of whipped cream before licking your lips clean in an almost sultry way.

“Sammy are you paying attention?” Dean growled at his younger brother’s lack of interest to what he was saying. Dean twisted his body in his seat in the direction that Sam was looking at when he caught sight of you eating your whipped cream. Dean smirked knowing exactly what was happening.

“Uh, yeah.” Sam was a little worried that Dean might do something. It wouldn’t be out of character if he did.

Dean turned back to Sam wearing a suggestive smile. Sam opened his mouth to speak but quickly shutting it when he knew he couldn’t come up with an excuse to why he was staring. That had only caused Dean to chuckle.

“Oh, c’mon Sammy. Why don’t you go over there and talk to the girl? Maybe get yourself laid? It’s been, what, two years since you got some action?” Dean teased.

“A month,” Sam corrected, his jaw clenching in irritation.

“Sure, whatever you say Sammy.” Dean scoffed with a small smile still plastered across his lips.

“Stop calling me that,” Sam retorted.

Dean rolled his eyes and turned back to look at you when his eyes met yours. You put your straw back into your Frappuccino and sat up straight. Dean lifted his hand up wiggling his fingers in hello. You were a little taken aback but none the less returned the gesture. Caroline’s curiosity peaked as she saw you wave at someone behind her. She turned to see who it was and noticed that it was the men she had been telling you about.

Caroline steadily turned back around staring at you with bright blue, sparkling, eyes. You leaned away a bit from her with apprehension. You knew that look in her eyes and you were preparing yourself for the upcoming outburst. “Y/N!” Caroline squealed in hush tones, her body shaking with excitement. “That’s them!”

“Them?”

“The sex gods I’ve been telling you about!”

You raised an eyebrow tilting your head to look at them once more only to catch both men looking at you. A blush dusted your cheeks at getting caught and you returned your attention to your best friend. “Okay, so their hot.”

“See, I told you!” She shrieked and you rolled your eyes. “So, which one would you do?” She giggled like a little high school girl.

“Gosh, Caroline. Is sex all you ever think about?”

“Actually, no. Most of the time? Very much, yes.” She chuckled causing you to roll your eyes again.

“Sometimes you’re a little too much you know that?”

“But that’s why you love me.” The both of you fell into giggles.

“Hi there ladies, mind if I interrupt your little girl talk?” Dean flashed his pearly whites and his irresistible green eyes.

“You came all this way, why not?” You replied when Caroline failed to answer. When she didn’t move over you opted out to give him some space to sit, which he was glad to accept.

“Well I’ve come on behalf of my little brother over there.” Dean pointed to Sam who tried, but was failing miserably, to hide behind his cup of coffee. You couldn’t help but let the soft laugh escape past your lips.

“Isn’t he just a cutie?” Dean smiled knocking on the table softly with his knuckles.

Caroline remained quiet unable to find her voice which was odd. You inwardly laughed at her current state but continued your attention to the attractive man next to you who happened to talking about the other attractive man across the coffee shop.

“I guess,” you replied.

“If you go out on a date with him tonight I’m sure he could change your mind from ‘I guess’ to ‘hell yes.’” Dean wiggled his eye brows.

“Why didn’t your brother come here himself?”

“He’s a little shy. Didn’t even think he had a chance with you so I’ve come to be his knight in shining armor, and maybe yours.” He winked.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at the cocky son of a bitch, but he was right, in a sense. Glancing over at Sam and taking in his entire figure once more, Dean was definitely not a knight in shining armor, but he was one hell of a wing man and you were persuaded to take him up on the offer.

“Okay.” You grinned. Dean was a bit surprised not thinking that it was going to work.

“Okay?” He deadpanned. “Okay!” Dean was proud of himself. “How about that bar down the street, say, nine o’clock?” Dean asked.

“Sounds great but… how about the diner across from it at seven for dinner first? And tell him don’t be late.”

“You got it, Sweetheart.”

Seven couldn’t come fast enough and Caroline had been on overdrive ever since the encounter. She rambled on about how she was an idiot to have missed the opportunity, how unfair it was that you got a date with sex on legs, and about how excited and happy she was for you. Her constant rambling wasn’t helping to calm your nerves, instead she was bringing you to the edge of an anxiety attack.

This wasn’t something you usually did. He had never even met Sammy and now you were going on a date with him. He was a legitimate stranger. He didn’t even live around town because if he did, you would have seen him at least once.

You slipped into the bathroom to clean yourself up but mostly to get away from Caroline who insisted that she’d figure out your outfit while you freshened up. When you finished your pre-date ritual, Caroline was stretched across your bed on her side, head propped up by her hand, and legs crossed at the ankles, with the haughtiest grin to ever grace her face. A little suspicious, you looked at the outfit she had conjured up from your closet and your eyes flew wide open.

“Honey, all eyes will be on you tonight.” She shot up from her horizontal position to sit cross legged with excitement.

“C-Caroline! This is a bit much. We’re just going to dinner at the diner! And I haven’t used this dress since high school. It’ll be way too tight and way too short! Not to mention the neckline barely covers my nipples!” Your face was flushed at the thought of wearing such as promiscuous outfit.

“After dinner you’ll be heading to the bar am I right? It’s Friday night.” You tried to come up with something to say but couldn’t. “That’s what I thought.” She snickered. “But don’t worry, I’ll be in the crowd so don’t be nervous. I’ll have your back. Now, get dressed so I can vamoose out of here and get my party dress on.

“So you’ll be the naked girl there?”

“Very funny,” she scoffed, a smile on her face.

Before you left you had made sure to grab your coat and tie it tightly around your slender body. Your cheeks were on fire and your heart was thumping in your chest, most likely to leave internal bruising if that was a thing.

Entering the diner, you saw Sam already sitting at a booth at the far end by the window. He seemed distracted, gazing out the window, that he hadn’t even realized you had entered. You didn’t mind considering it allowed you to take a good look at him. His hair was down but seemed a little more in place than at the coffee shop. He wore a dark blue dress shirt with the first three buttons undone revealing partial of his, what seems to be, chiseled chest. He matched it with dark jeans and black boots. He was mouth watering.

You walked up to the booth and took your seat capturing his attention the moment you sat. He jumped at the sudden company but smiled when he saw you. You instantly noticed his dimples and you were sure that this had to be a dream. He was perfect.

“Hi, Y/N, I’m Sam.” He smiled offering you his hand to shake.

“Nice to finally meet you up close,” you teased. A low rumbling laugh slipped passed his lips and just the sound made your stomach flutter.

“Yeah, I’m glad that my brother is an asshole sometimes otherwise I wouldn’t have gotten this date.”

“Send Dean my thanks as well.”

“Yeah, of course,” he chuckled. “Are you comfortable in that?” He motioned his hand towards you. You looked down and realized that he was talking about your coat.

“Yeah, it’s just that my outfit isn’t exactly modest for the diner.” Your face grew red and you knew it. You could feel heat all over.

Sam cleared his throat at the information given, allowing so much room for his imagination to wander. What were you hiding under that coat? He couldn’t wait to find out.

Dinner was fun. The two of you clicked effortlessly. He liked many of the same things you did. He was intelligent and funny which only made him that much more unrealistic. He couldn’t be human and this couldn’t be real life. A girl like you could never land a man like him.

After the diner, you and Sam headed to your next destination across the street. The bar was crowded and the music was pouring out of the venue. It was a typical Friday night. All the women were dressed (less) to impress, and all the guy did their best to clean up and look sharp. You and Sam were no exception.

You shimmied out of your coat and handed it to the coat guy that was there every weekend. Sam’s jaw nearly hit the floor. He took in your small form eyeing every swell, dip, curve, and revealed skin he could see. The tight, little, black dress did nothing to conceal anything. Being taller than you he had the best view of your cleavage. The black pumps you wore only adding to the effect. Sam couldn’t help the arousal growing in his pants. He just hoped that he could at least make it through the night.

With each a drink in hand, you and Sam made it to the dance floor. It didn’t take long for the two of you to start “feeling good” with the amount of alcohol you both consumed. Sam had his large hands resting on your hips as he swayed and grinded with you from behind. His breath fanned over you neck and you could unquestionably feel the effects you were having on Sam. He had gotten you hungry with arousal.

“Hey, should we get out of here?” You whispered in his ear over the loud music. You shivered as he nibbled your earlobe with a husky grunt that sent a pool between your legs. You took that as a yes.

It no time, you both had paid your bill, grabbed your coat, and headed out. You tripped over your heals, taking Sam’s hand for support as you took them off. The two of you were a little tipsy, but sober enough to function properly, which made finding your apartment a lot easier.

Barely through the door of your empty apartment, Sam already had you pushed back against your entrance door, shutting it closed. You heard a click knowing that he had locked it. His large hands were all over you. He gripped at your waist noticing just how tiny you were compared to him. His hands together almost wrapped around your waist which sent a shock of arousal to his already hard cock. With you being so small in contrast to his size, you both knew that he could easily dominate you in so many ways.

“Fuck, the things I could do to this little body of yours.” He growled sliding his hands from your waist, over the swell of your ass where he paused for a short knead before wrapping them under your thighs, easily lifting you off the ground and causing you to wrap your legs around his waist.

His kiss was rough and wanting. He bit your bottom lip before slipping his tongue in your mouth leaving no space untasted. When you let out a soft mewl, his hips lurched forward, his hardness brushing against your aching pussy.

“Sam!” You gasped at the sudden movement.

Sam maneuvered the both you into your room. He threw you effortlessly on the bed watching you bounce. His eyes were darkened with desire eyeing you up from your bare feet to your tousled hair that had been a result of his fingers hastily running through them. He quickly snatched you by your ankles dragging you closer to him, your dress bundling up at your waist.

Sam licked his lips at your black lacey panties came in to view. He dropped his body against yours, pressing his crotch against yours. You moaned as he grinded into you causing your panties to dampen. Your mind went hazy and Sam had barely touched you yet.

“You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” His breath was hot on your skin. Sam molded his lips with yours as he continued to dry hump you. Suddenly, his lips abandoned yours for a taste of the flesh on your neck. He kissed and sucked on your sensitive skin, marking his territory as he moved towards your collarbones then to the swell of your protruding breasts. “I’m going to punish you for teasing me all night with this slutty dress of yours.” His voice was low and deep which only made you ache for him all the more.

You bit your bottom lip when you felt Sam’s hands find their way to the end of your dress, tugging them upwards as his eyes indulged in the sight of you. He continued to remove your dress like unwrapping a present. Your smooth skin being the gift he wanted most. Your breathing got heavier with anticipation and his slow pace only making you go mad with need.

“Sam, please. I need you to touch me.” Your voice was breathy. Sam locked eyes with yours and he held a smug grin.

“Patience, baby. Be a good girl and maybe I’ll give you what you want.” He cooed.

Once your dress was on the floor he practically ripped off your black lacey bra and matching thong. You let out a loud gasp as he did so. Sam eyed you in all your naked glory, feeling the strain in his pants begin to ache from constriction. He leaned down to hover over you again capturing a hardened nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue over the sensitive nub. “Oh, fuck,” was all you were able to mutter from the sensation as he switched over to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

Sam used his free hand to free his swollen dick from his pants. As he moved his lips down your body, leaving dark marks in it’s wake, he had made it in between your thighs. His hot breath looming over the area you wanted him most. His lips kissed your thighs softly before he licked and sucked on the skin with a mission to add more love bruises that will definitely remind you of him for the next few days.

Finally, his mouth was over your soaking pussy. His nose grazed the opening of your womanhood all the way to your clit inhaling deeply. “Smell so sweet, baby girl.” He breathed. His used of ‘baby girl’ sent a spark in your aching heat. You loved how he called you that.

“Please.” You begged. “I want you, I need you… Sir.” The honorific earned a groan from the giant between your legs and you instantly let out a surprised shriek of pleasure as his tongue licked a hard stripe along your soaking entrance. His actions were primal as if he was a starving animal. The sounds of his licking, sucking, and slurping were purely sinful. It wasn’t long until he had you shaking beneath his skilled mouth. “Fuck!” Your prolonged moan was more of a scream than anything. Your hands were tangled at the roots of his hair as you tried to tug his head back from the sensitivity of your climax, but he didn’t budge, continuing to lick your pulsing pussy while you struggled calmed down.

As your body recovered from the intense orgasm, Sam stripped out of the rest of his clothing. His eyes observed the way your chest heaved desperately, hips twitching slightly, and pussy soaking wet, more than ready for his giant cock.

“So fucking wet.” Sam hissed.

“Please, Sir. Fuck me. I need you to fuck me.” Your voice was filled with lust and desperation.

“You think you can take all of me in that tiny little pussy of yours, baby girl?” Your eyes scanned his massive cock. You had never had anyone anywhere near his size which made you a little apprehensive, but at the same time you wanted nothing more than for him to destroy you.

“God,” your head dropped on the bed as you arched your back imagining Sam domination you with his huge cock. Your hands caressed their way down your torso to your aching core, making slow circular motions over your clit. Sam watched intently, licking his lips enjoying the view. “I want you to break me.” Your voice had come out dark and borderline masochistic.

Sam didn’t hesitate to spread your legs wider and guided himself to your entrance. He pushed forward, his tip sinking its way pass your folds. You moaned loudly as Sam let out a gruff grunt. You were tight, much tighter than he had imagined. He slowed down unwilling himself to cum just by the mere constriction of your sacred cavern. Your eyes were shut tightly trying to relax and allow him to go all the way. The stretch of him was painfully pleasurable and you only wanted more.

“Shit, so fucking tight. Gonna make me cum before we even start.”

“Please! Sir, please.” Your plead barely audible.

Sam finally made it all the way in with a sharp thrust hitting on a sweet spot you never knew existed. The mix of all the new sensations you were feeling had you spiraling down and without warning to either of you, you were already coming undone. Your legs quivering beside his waist as Sam grunted at the tight throbbing surrounding him. “Holy fuck,” he spat, voice deep and rugged. He fell forwards, using his forearms to hold himself up from crushing you.

“So big!” You cried. Without giving you time to fully recuperate from your unexpected orgasm, Sam pulled out until just the tip was in before sliding back in with constraint force. He was holding himself back not wanting to hurt you, but the sounds you were making and the expressions on your face was making it harder for him to resist. “Sam, please. Don’t hold back. Harder, faster, I need all of you.” You moaned, dropping your head back onto the pillow.

Sam growled with arousal at your begging and began a punishing pace. He was slamming into you hard and deep causing your eyes to roll back as you arched your back in pure pleasure. Your mouth opened in an ‘O’ shape but no sounds spilled out. You were the most beautiful thing Sam had ever seen. His lips were immediately back on yours kissing you deeply, silencing all sounds that crawled up your throat. His pace never faltering.

You felt Sam’s hands groping your chest and teasing your nipples with his fingers before they traveled to you legs, hooking both of them over his shoulders allowing him deeper access into your core. He hit perfectly at your pleasure point and you were quickly falling near the edge of your third orgasm of the nights.

The room was filled with Sam’s soft grunts and your escalating moans that were drenched with pure bliss. Sam broke the kiss to look down at where you were both connected. “Fuck,” he hissed as he noticed the swell in your stomach that appeared when he was fully sheathed within you. “So fucking sexy, baby girl. Want me to cum in this sweet little pussy of yours? Fill you up with my cum?” Sam growled.

“Yes, please Sir! Cum in my pussy, please!” You cried feeling the tingling heat spread over you. You were so close that you were going crazy. After a few hard and deep thrusts, you screamed in ecstasy, your entire body shaking from the powerful orgasm. Sam moaned loudly feeling you suffocating his cock and pushing him over the edge.

His hips twitched deep within you as he filled you up with his spending. Long spurts of cum coating your walls. Sam kissed you again, this time softer and a little lazy.

A high pitch whimper fell past your lips as Sam slipped out of you. He crashed next to you on the bed, laying on his side. “Should we get cleaned up?” He smirked as his watched your chest rise and fall still trying to regain yourself.

“Yeah,” you breathed out.

Sam jumped out of bed lending his hand for support. You stood but your legs wobbled. You would have fallen to the floor if Sam hadn’t caught you. He let out a chuckle wrapping his arm around you before scooping you up. “Looks like I was a little too rough. Sorry, baby.” He pressed a chaste kiss on your lips.

“I’m not complaining, Sir” you grinned, biting his bottom lip eliciting a deep growl from Sam.

“Then I’ll make sure you won’t be walking for a while, baby girl.” He breath hot on your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

God, Caroline was wrong. Sam was so much more than ‘bangable.’