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pairing: rots!needy!ani x secret-wife!reader

contains: fluff, needy ani, secret relationship, lots of pet names, bathing together but nothing sexual.

a/n: thanks for requesting!! :) I added some more things to the request lolz but I hope you like it!!

divider credit: @saradika

Anakin Skywalker, your secret Jedi husband, just got back from his mission. The second his eyes landed on you he was jogging over with a giddy grin on his face.

“Hello, my love.” He says, picking you up and smothering your face in kisses.

“I missed you, Ani.” You say, hugging him tight.

“I missed you so much more. Words can not explain.” He murmurs.

“Come on, let’s go to my apartment, love.” You say, nodding your head towards that direction. “Can’t let anyone see us, right?”

The second the door clicked behind you, Anakin grabbed your waist and kissed you. “Missed you so much.” He repeats.

“I know.” You giggle against his lips. It took a few tries before you could pull away and you lead him to the couch.

You sit down on the couch but Anakin snuggles his head into your neck. “Love?”

“Hm?”

“Can you… can you hold me? I want to cuddle but I want you to hold me this time.”

“Of course I can hold you, Ani.”

With that you lay back on the couch and Anakin snuggles in, lying his head on your chest and wrapping his large arms around your waist.

“Mm.” Anakin hums happily as you stroke his hair. “My gorgeous, beautiful, lovely wife.”

He probably called you every pet name and compliment under the sun while you lay there for an hour.

Anakin started the bath while you undressed. This was normal for you two to take a bath together but tonight it felt different. More intimate. More romantic. And it was always that way but tonight it was another level. The atmosphere was just pure love.

“Come here, rest back on me.” Anakin murmurs as you step into the tub after him.

You sit back against him and he wraps one arm around your waist and the other tracing circles on your arm.

“I love you so much.” Anakin whispers softly, kissing all over your shoulder and nuzzling his nose into your neck.

“I love you too.” You smile, breathing in the calming scent from the soap and Anakin’s natural scent.

Anakin may be serious during his missions, or his meetings with the council, but with you he’s completely different. Needy, so affectionate, always has an arm around you or his lips somewhere on your skin.

He washed your body even though you were clearly capable of doing it yourself, then washed your hair ever so kindly before you did the same to him.

After the bath, you were out on your balcony brushing your hair in your nightclothes.

Anakin walked up behind you in his dark sweatpants and robe, taking the brush out of your hand and brushing your hair himself.

“Ani, you don’t have to do everything for me. I’m able to myself.” You chuckle but don’t pull away from him.

“I missed you. I want to do everything for you.” Anakin smiles, brushing through your tangles gently. “Your hair is so beautiful. Always been one of my favorite things.”

“Thank you, love.”

After Anakin finished brushing through your hair he set the brush down and wrapped his arms around your waist, just embracing the moment and the night air.

At bedtime, you crawled into your (sometimes) shared bed. You pulled the blanket over your waist then turned to the nightstand to look over your book.

Anakin, being needy as ever, panicked slightly, thinking you were rolling on your side away from him. “Love, cuddle with me. Please.” He nearly whined.

“I am, Ani. Just grabbing my book.” You laugh softly. “You’re so needy tonight.” You laugh once more before turning back and pecking his lips.

“I know, ‘m sorry. I just want you in my arms.” Anakin murmurs, wrapping an arm around you and resting his head on your shoulder while you open your book.

“Don’t be sorry.”

You open your book to where you left off last and read aloud until Anakin falls asleep.

You look over at him, smiling softly and pushing his bangs away from his eyes gently. You set your book back onto the nightstand and peck his cheek lightly enough to keep from waking him and settle into bed.

Your precious, sweet, loving, but very very needy Anakin. Annoying at times but you love it.

Sam having a wet dream while reader sleeping next to him (reader dating and haven’t had sex) and then he turns over so he can quietly touch himself and clean up but reader wakes up and they end up having sleepy first time sex

Something like that lol

KINKTOBER Work 1

pairing: sam monroe x afab!eader

summary: during a sleepover between sam and reader on a chilly october night, sam begins to have a wet dream… when he wakes up and goes to go clean himself up, reader awakes and realizes what happened. that results in some lovey dovey, sleepy, first time love making.

a/n: first kinktober work!!! let me know what you think :) hope this is what you wanted, anon! also sorry there’s not exactly and ending on the sex exactly because first times are so different for everyone and I wasn’t sure what to put :p

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It’s a chilly October night, and you’re sleeping over at your boyfriend’s house. You were deep into sleep. Meanwhile, Sam was deep into a dream. Well, deep into you in that dream…

He whined and mumbled softly in his sleep, squirming in the bed. Precum leaked from his tip into his boxers as his hips rutted forward slightly. You two haven’t had sex yet, but Sam was a typical horny male, and his conscience was filled with sex. He could practically feel your tight heat squeezing him.

And then he woke up right before the good part… He gasped softly, blinking, trying to remember where he’s at. He felt you asleep beside him and he sighed. Fuck. That’s when he felt the uncomfortable tightness in his boxers.

He could go jerk off. Or he could choose not to be a creep and go change his precum-stained boxers. Maybe he could do both? Yeah, that seems like the best idea. Then he won’t go to sleep with a hard on poking his partner’s ass, right?

That was the plan until you woke up. You awakened right as he stood from the bed. You rubbed your eyes, adjusting to the dark room, the only light being the moonlight shining in through the window.

“Where are you going?” You ask sleepily, looking at your boyfriend.

“Um…” Sam gulps quietly. “The bathroom.”

“Why’d you hesitate?” You observe.

“I didn’t.” He mumbles shyly. Fuck. He just realized he hasn’t covered his fucking boner yet. He tried to discreetly and quickly cover it with his hands, but you saw it.

“Oh.” You laugh softly, your eyes following his hands that tried to be subtle.

“I’m sorry.” He says, voice barely above a whisper. He looked down at his feet, unable to meet your gaze.

That’s how you two ended tangled in the bed, about to have sex for the first time. Sam shakily rolled the condom onto his cock, taking a deep breath.

“You’re sure?” He repeats for the third time.

“Yes, Sam.” You smile.

“If it hurts, I’ll stop.” Sam reassures you, even as his cock throbs in that condom. Thankfully, you guys have already sleepily, but quickly, prepped each other.

“Okay…” he mumbles, grabbing one of your hands as he lines himself up to your entrance. He slowly pushes it in, just the tip at first. You both gasp immediately. “You okay?”

“Uh-huh.” You nod, pulling him close.

He pushes in, inch by inch, very slowly until he’s bottomed out. It hurts because of his length, but not for too long.

After some time, he starts to slowly move in and out, in and out, so slow. His lips press against yours softly, pecking them.

“Oh…” he breathes heavily. “That feels so good.”

The slightest stimulation has him making noise, resulting in you smiling at him.

His hand squeezes yours as he kisses you a little deeper this time. “Mm, haah… mhm…”

Both of you were still pretty sleepy. Sam rest his head in the crook of your neck, sleepy eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. You wrap your arms around him, legs wrapping around his waist lazily.

“‘S that feel good? Yeah? It feels good for you?” He mumbles. “Fuck…”

Sam wrapped his arms around you like a bear hug, to help make both of you feel more pleasure, but also because you were tired.

His hips thrust at just the right pace, and it felt like he was checking on you every 10 seconds. You peppered each other in kisses. You repeated all of those motions for a few moments until his hand drifted down to your pussy.

His fingers fumbled, struggling to find your clit the first few seconds. When his fingers finally grazed it, you held his hand there and nodded with a soft smile.

“Right there?” He asks.

You nod, relaxing and letting yourself feel all the pleasure push you closer and closer to the edge.

“God, I’m close… cum with me?”

KINKTOBER Work 4

pairing: rots!anakin skywalker x reader

summary: while out on a mission, anakin skywalker stumbled into some pollen. the jedi knight assumed it was just from weather changes, but really… it was a sex pollen. and when he walked in on his beloved taking a shower, something snapped…

a/n: I feel like this was a request but I can’t find it! also, so so sorry it’s late I was on vacation and then lowkey got sick. sorry this is buns 😭

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Anakin Skywalker sat in the ship as Obi-Wan acted as pilot. Anakin had previously tried to jump over a boulder, not seeing what was in front of it, and stumbled into a huge pile of flowers. Pollen flew all over his face, but he thought nothing of it. Ignorant flowers, right?

He thought so… until Obi-Wan corrected him. “Anakin, it’s autumn. There are no pollen coming from those flowers. The only pollen floating around at the moment is from weeds.” The older Jedi had sighed. “We’re in sith territory, think about it.”

Obi-Wan had a feeling about what the pollen was, but he couldn’t confirm it yet, so he didn’t let Anakin fly them back to Coruscant. Anakin sat in his seat, huffing and pouting in annoyance. Then, he felt a strange, tightening in his pants. He adjusted himself subtly, and that’s when he felt it. He was leaking into his pants. Oh, no.

“Are you quite alright over there?” Obi-Wan asks when Anakin quickly closed his legs.

“I’m just… starting to feel a bit ill.” Anakin stammers.

When he got back to his coruscant apartment, the symptoms had intensified by so many levels. His eyes and nose were red, his breathing was extremely uneven, and his cock hurt.

He had to take a shower. He prayed to the force that it would help him. But you were in the shower. Great. Of course, he’s always happy to see you. But he can’t see you, especially not when you’re naked. Not now.

“Ani?” You call out. When you got no answer, you peeked your head out from the shower curtain. The sight of Anakin’s appearance in the mirror was concerning. “Oh, my… what happened to you?”

“I stumbled into some pollen. No need to worry.” He pants, bloodshot eyes looking anywhere but you, hands gripping the sink so hard it might break.

“Normal pollen shouldn’t affect you like that. Was it—“

“It was sex pollen.” He says. “I can’t… I can’t be around you. I fear I could hurt you.”

“Sex pollen?” An eyebrow raises. “Ani, you can’t hurt me. Join me in the shower, the water may help you, calm you down.”

“I can’t see you bare, my love.” He says, eyes closing to try and focus on his breathing.

“I’m not going to say no if you want to make love to me.” You laugh softly.

“I’m afraid I’ll do more than make love to you.” Anakin sighs, still unable to make eye contact.

“That’s fine.” You say. Finally, his eyes locked onto yours and he walked over to the shower, slowly taking his clothes off. His skin was flushed, hot to the touch, and the tip of his cock was almost purple.

“You’re sure? I could hurt you.” He reminds. You nod your head, inviting him to your body.

Within a minute, his cock was plunging in and out of your hole. Hickeys were already littered over your chest. He tried to control the speed of his hip movements, but he couldn’t. They were moving so fast that both of you were practically screaming.

Right now, his lips couldn’t pull away from yours, no matter how hard he tried. His tongue was tangled with yours, kissing you hungrier than he ever has. And trust, he’s kissed you very hungrily many of times…

His hands were trying to feel every inch of you at once. Metal hand lifting your leg higher and higher around his torso, other hand roughly caressing your body before tweaking your nipples.

He finally broke his lips away from yours, panting heavily as he spoke. “I wish I could be deeper inside of you.” He says, pushing his cock as deep as it could go. “I need it — it hurts.”

Anakin leaned down to your neck, sucking gently on it. “Ani—“ you start to correct him.

“I need to. Need to mark you.” He says, eyes filled with desperation, hips still rocking against yours at an intense pace. “Can’t even think, just need to—“ his words broke off into a loud moan.

You arch against him, his cock was deep inside of you, and his hands were trying to pleasure every inch of your body at once. Your legs started to tremble around him. “I’m close.”

“Want you to cum on me, jus’ cum all over me — be so messy, and I’m… mmph….” Neither of you knew what he was saying at this point, he was just babbling out nonsense. “I’m close, too, gonna creampie you, fill you up… be dripping for days.”

While he continued to babble on, you soaked his cock with your arousal, your orgasm taking over you body. His pupils dilated as he watched you cum for him, and that sent him over the edge. With a couple twitches of his hips, he bottomed out once more and let his load flow deep into you.

He had to make sure you were full of his seed, had to make you’d be dripping with it. He stay still, both of you trying to catch your breath from how intense it was.

The moment your breathing evened, his hips were rocking again. “‘m sorry, I have to… need to keep going.”

You nod, wrapping your legs around him tighter — which was a good decision, because he held onto your waist and started fucking you even faster… if that’s possible.

“Ohhh, you’re so warm.” He groaned, eyes rolling back before fluttering shut. “Feels so good, I can’t ever stop.”

“Don’t, then. Don’t stop.” You grin, watching proudly as his hips stutter when he hears those words.

“Don’t say things like that, I could hurt you. I don’t trust myself in this state.” He says through a desperate growl. You try to stifle your giggle at his words, because you didn’t mind. Fuck, if anything, this turned you on extremely.

“Lift ‘em up higher.” He orders hurriedly but still kindly, tapping your thighs. You obliged as much as you could, he held onto your ass so he could pound you harder.

“Uh-huh, mhm, it feels so good.” Another loud groans escapes him, head falling back slightly from the pleasure of the angle. “Feels good, hm? Yeah…”

Thank the gods for soundproof walls in your apartment, because from the combined noises, it sounded like a whole holo-porno. Usually, you’re the loudest. But tonight, it’s definitely Anakin.

Anakin pulled out, whimpering at the loss although he did it himself. “Turn around for me, love.” He pants, turning your around so he can fuck you from behind. “I’ve got you, won’t let you fall. I just need to fuck you like this.”

He grunted when he entered you once again, gripping your hips so hard they left bruises. He tried to go slow this time, but that only lasted ten seconds. He was pounding into you again.

And he did pound in you again and again. All. Night. Long.

“And when I said sweet I meant dirty”

pairing: sub!sam x reader

contains: smut, smut with no backstory, edging, dirty talk, cursing, handjob, teasing, slight overstim.

a/n: thank you for the req! sub!sam is my fav thing ever 😈 also I wasn’t sure exactly what you wanted me to write, so I just jumped right in and made it freaky. title is from this song! send reqs for kinktober, too!

You’ve been jerking Sam Monroe off for a good half hour now, and he doesn’t know if he’s in heaven or hell. He almost came three times already. Each time he gets close, you snatch your hand away. He’s damn near cried already but he won’t admit that.

“Nngh, you’re driving me crazy.” Sam complains, panting heavily, sweat rolling down his neck.

You ran your palm over his tip and his eyes immediately rolled back, his breathing becoming even heavier.

“Please, please, please… ‘m gonna cum.” He begs in that whiny tone.

“Not yet.” You smile, taking your hand away.

“Fuck.” Sam whimpers. “Please?”

“You sound so pretty when you’re begging.” You say sweetly (teasingly), moving your hand to push his blue streaked hair out of his eyes.

Sam desperately reaches out to fondle your nipples but you gently removed his hand.

“No touching, remember?” You remind.

He let out a pathetic noise, eyebrows turning upward, puffy lips almost pouting. “Fuck.”

You finally go back to stroking his cock and he was immediately squirming. Trying to muffle his loud, pathetic whimpers into the pillow.

“No, I wanna hear you. Want the whole neighborhood to hear you.” You tease, increasing your speed on his cock. “Don’t run from it, Sammy.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. Your words are pure torture. “Can I cum now, please? Please, I’ve been so good. Please, baby, I wanna cum. Mmph.”

“You can’t hold it anymore?” You tease again, eyebrows furrowing in a way that makes him weak in the knees.

“No.” He whimpers, shaking his head. “I wanna cum, please, need to…”

You think for a moment, purely just to torture him, before smiling. “All right, finish for me.”

That was enough for him to let go immediately. Loud, raspy, whorish moans leaving his mouth, his upper body squirming on the bed, legs shaking, cum spurting up onto his tummy and your hand. It felt like it was lasting forever, and when he finally came to again, you were still stroking him. Milking every last drop.

“Mmph, nngh, too much.” He whines, gently pulling your hand away before collapsing back onto the bed.

“You did so good for me.” You praise, letting him cuddle into you and kissing his head. “So good for me every time…”

pairing: stephen glass x f!reader

contains: smut, piv, whiny!dom!stephen, swearing, breeding kink, creampie, dirty talk, boob kissing, cum, cum smearing, clit play and kissing. This doesn’t say much about reader, it’s mostly just about Stephen lolz.

a/n: this is for @ysrjune but I accidentally posted this too soon earlier so I had to delete the request 🥀 sorry this got a little freaky guys 😈 AND ITS BUNS IM SORRY! divider credits in my masterlist, pics from pinterest!

Stephen Glass pulled away from your lips, a string of saliva connecting for a split second before breaking, so he can unbutton his shirt.

“Been craving your sweet pussy all day.” Stephen mutters, shrugging his shirt off. You run your hands down his torso until you reach the belt to his slacks and quickly unbuckle it.

The second you were both naked, he rubbed his tip through your slick folds before slowly sinking into you. Once he bottomed out, you both let out low, drawn out moans. But soon enough, he was pounding into you.

Stephen is very vocal. Probably more than you. He moans loudly, not a care in the world. He whines, he whimpers, sometimes he’ll cry from pure bliss.

He sits back so he’s on his knees, gripping your hips and thighs while he pounds his cock into your tight, wet heat. His head tilted back slightly, cheeks flushed, lips glossy, eyes fluttering shut behind his glasses.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” He whimpers, pressing down on your lower belly to add to your pleasure. “Listen to your wet pussy… hahh…”

He leaned down to kiss your boobs, swirling his tongue around each nipple before just whining into them. “Hmmm, shit… yeah…” You could feel him smiling.

Stephen lifts one of your legs to wrap higher around his waist, his cock now hitting deeper, a loud whine escaping his mouth. Hitting that special spot while his hand that was on your belly now drifts down to your clit.

“That feels good, yeah?” Stephen grins, leaning down to sloppily kiss you. “Mhm, yeah it does.”

Before you knew it, you were both on the edge. “Gonna cum… wan’ me to cum inside you? Fill you up? Yeah, you want me to knock you up.” He was honestly just cooing at you.

A few more thrusts, and loud whines coming from Stephen, you were both coming undone.

When he came down from his high, he pulled his cock out and smeared the rest of his cum over your folds. So messy.

Then, always being nice no matter what, he leaned down and softly kissed your clit before coming up to kiss you with a happy chuckle.

“You’re so fucking good.”

Just imagine it’s probably midnight and you put her to bed an hour ago, you’re fresh out the shower and Stephen wasted no time when you walked out. He’ll be SO CLOSE and Caroline busts into the room with a question

“Cockblocker”

pairing: dad!stephen x mom!reader x caroline

contains: the struggles of trying to get some action when you have a curious 4 year old… smut, piv, whiny!top!stephen, swearing, no orgasm, comedy!

a/n: enjoy 😈 divider credits are in my masterlist, and pics are from pinterest!

Stephen Glass was very sexually frustrated. He loves his sweet baby girl, he really does. But he’s been a little frustrated because anytime he’s finally getting some, the little girl busts into the room with the most random questions.

At first, it was funny. Because anytime you and Stephen were just making out or even trying to get some “over the pants” stuff going on, she somehow interrupted. Her timing was comical. It really was hilarious at first, until you and Stephen both got sexually frustrated as the days passed.

You had put Caroline to bed an hour ago, and the second after getting out of the shower, Stephen pounced on you. You weren’t even in your pajamas yet, so he was just tearing off the towel. You were horny as hell, too, so you let him.

Anyway, he was currently, finally fucking you in missionary.

“Fuck, I missed your pussy so bad.” Stephen whines, burying his face into your neck as his hips slap against yours. “Nnngh, baby…”

He was damn near about to break his glasses because he was so eager to stick his dick in something, that he didn’t take them off. “Stephen… Stephen… Stephen!”

He finally snapped out of his pussy-drunk daze and looked up at you. “What’s wrong? You okay?”

“Yeah, just take your glasses off.” You laugh through a soft moan.

“Oh… yeah.” He chuckles. He couldn’t even stop fucking you for one second. He didn’t place his glasses on the nightstand or anything. No, he tossed his glasses onto the side of the pillow. You rolled your eyes, but he was fucking you too good for you to care right now.

“Oh, my God… yeahhh…” Stephen whimpers, lifting your leg up higher onto his waist and burying his face in your boobs. He was more vocal than you, and definitely a whiner. “That feel good, baby?”

“So good.” You nod, eyes fluttering shut and back arching.

“Uh-huh? You close?” Stephen asks almost desperately. He needed you to cum. He came pretty fast every time, but he always tried to wait for you to cum first.

“Just cum, Stephen. I don’t care.” You shake your head, rolling your hips up. “I need it.”

“Yeah?” Stephen moans, holding onto your hips so he can fuck you faster. “Ohhh fuck… fucking hell… shit, your pussy is so wet, listen to it… I’m gonna fill you—“

He was cut off by your bedroom door opening. You shoved Stephen off before your daughter could see anything and covered yourself. “What’s wrong, baby girl? Did you have a nightmare?”

“No, I just had a question.” Caroline sleepily mumbles, rubbing her eyes, teddy bear in the other hand.

Stephen almost huffed but he held it back, making sure he was covered. He may be desperate for an orgasm, but he wasn’t going to traumatize his daughter.

“Did Elmo tell you goodnight?” She asks.

“Jesus.” Stephen mumbles, rubbing his temples. Here he was trying to get some action, and his five-year-old daughter just busted in to ask if Elmo, the red fuzzy creature from Sesame Street, told him goodnight.

“Yes, baby, Elmo told us goodnight. Go back to bed now, okay?” You tell her softly, offering her a smile.

“Wait.” She pouts. “Did the Cookie Monster say goodnight, too?”

“Yes.” Stephen nods quickly.

“Did you leave out cookies for him, daddy?”

“I—… yeah, I did.” Stephen lies.

“Okay.” Caroline nods slowly. She was just about to walk out but then she got an idea. “Can I have a sleepover in here?”

Stephen wanted to whine in frustration, but he was not about to tell Caroline no. He never could. “Yes, sweetheart. Go get your blanket and your other teddy.”

“Okay!” Caroline smiles, happily running to her room.

Thankfully, you guys had enough time to put your clothes on and straighten the bed up before she came back. When she got back, she crawled in between you guys, making sure her teddy bears got a goodnight kiss from both of you, and multiple kisses for her, before finally falling asleep.

“Tomorrow.” You whisper, chuckling softly.

“If this adorable but frustrating kid doesn’t interrupt again, talking about those creepy creatures.” Stephen sighs, cracking a smile.

The next day, Caroline was thankfully asking for a sleepover at Grandma’s house. Stephen’s mom was very happy to take her for the night.

Now, you guys had a whole night for some quality time. Or in Stephen’s words… “a much needed break.”

“Sleepy mornings”

pairing: sleepy!sam x f!reader

contains: fluff!

a/n: thought of this while scrolling through Pinterest prompts lol

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Sam Monroe had finally convinced his mom to let you sleepover. Your parents didn’t mind, and it’s not like Sam’s mom didn’t like you, she loved you. She just knew her son and how a teenage boy’s mind worked. But he had finally convinced her to let you sleepover. Rules were implied, of course. Lots of rules.

You had just woken up, and Sam’s arms were wrapped around you tight, softly snoring. The only way Sam convinced his mom for you guys to sleep in the same bed was if the door was open and he slept over the comforter. You smiled at the peaceful look on his face. He didn’t have any makeup on so it made his features look more innocent, even more peaceful.

You traced his eyebrows, the tiny scars on his face, his nose, his cheekbone, his jaw… lightly enough to where he didn’t wake up.

Sam’s mother walked in the open door, smiling warmly at you. “I cooked breakfast if you want some.”

Hell yeah you wanted some. But when you tried to get up, Sam grunted and tugged you back to the bed. “No.” He whines.

“Sam, I’m starving. Let’s go eat.”

“No, let’s go back to sleep.” He protests, eyes still closed.

“Sam, your mom cooked breakfast for everyone. Be nice and come eat.”

“Just one more hour.”

“No.”

“Lay with me. Please.” He groans, finally opening his eyes to give you that soft look that always worked.

“Fine.” You huff, laying back down. You acted like you hated it, but you weren’t complaining. Sam was warm and a big cuddler, even if he denied it, so it was cozy.

“Mmm.” Sam hums contently, peppering your cheeks with a few kisses before nuzzling into his pillow. “I’m so tired it’s not even funny.”

“I’m wide awake.” You say. For now.

You felt wide awake and Sam was already dozing off, so you had nothing to do. Until you spotted the clothing magazines on Sam’s nightstand.

While you opened the magazine, Sam lay his head on your chest and dragged one of your hands to his hair.

You chuckle softly at his actions but play with his hair with one hand and flip through the magazine with the other.

Soon enough you heard Sam’s soft snoring again. You were definitely not wide awake because five minutes later the magazine slipped from your hands and you were snoring too.

pairing: classmate!sam monroe x reader

contains: fluff.

a/n: this is so teenage boy coded I love it 😭

divider credit: @diviniyae

Sam Monroe probably wouldn’t admit it, but he has the biggest crush on you. You’re honestly the only reason he drags himself out of bed every morning to come to school.

It started when he forgot his pen one day and asked if he could borrow one of yours since you had a huge collection.

Now, it was every day.

“Hey…psst!” He whisper-shouts from the desk behind you.

“What?” You hum, turning around.

“Can I borrow a pen?” He asks.

You look at his desk, seeing two pens sitting there already. “You have two pens right there?”

“Um… ink ran out. I need one of your blue pens.” Sam forces a smile.

“Yeah, okay.” You nod, not believing him but handing him a pen.

“Thanks.” Sam smiles, taking the pen from you, your fingers brushing against each other for a quick second. “I’m organizing my notes.”

“What notes?” You raise an eyebrow. There wasn’t a single note on his paper, just his name and the date at the top.

At this point, he had, like, 10 pens of yours in his backpack. He was stocked up on pens, he just wanted an excuse to talk to you. He was too awkward to think of any other excuse to use to talk to you.

He didn’t even pay attention in this class either. He just twirled the pen around in his hand, staring at the back of your head. Sometimes he’d gently trace your hair with the pen you gave him. But only doing it so slightly that you don’t even feel it.

It was a routine every school day. He looked forward to biology, just so he could ask for a stupid pen so he could talk to you.

Maybe one day, he’ll work up the courage to say something else.