#osam

he would think it’s so funny lmaooo

it took him off guard at first, he can’t lie. you rarely ever raise your voice so when you suddenly snap back at him, he was a little surprised. but that disappears very quickly

“look who’s a big girl all of a sudden” he says, backing you into a corner. honestly, it’s not that bad when samu is mad at you—he’s always in a grumpy mood, snapping at you and tugging on your hair. it’s always been easy to deal with. you were expecting him to blow up on you but instead he gets up in your personal space, making you feel smaller than you ever have.

“ya think ya could take me, babe?” his fingers card through your hair, tugging on the strands hard enough to elicit a whine under your breath. “is big, bad samu bein too mean fer ya?” and you’re already regretting your words, pissed at yourself for messing with the status quo. apologizing would be useless but you try anyway.

but samu thinks you’d be more useful on your knees, shoving you to the floor without warning. he forces you to look at him, tapping your cheek until your mouth opens. “since you’ve got a big mouth all of a sudden, why don’t ya do somethin with it?”

samu face fucks you on the floor of his bedroom, grabbing your face harshly and never letting up even when your knees start to ache. it’s so messy too—drool making a puddle on the floor getting on both of you. samu only pulls off when you’re slapping at your thigh to catch a breath and every time he does it he’s taunting you. “wanna keep talkin back like a little bitch?” he’s rubbing his cock against your mouth, taking notice of the tears in your eyes. “aww, she’s cryin now,” samu coos, sliding himself back into you.

his body tenses up after a while and you try to pull away, not wanting him to cum down your throat. “oh no?” samu says, noticing your body language. “fine, baby, i’ll be nice” he pulls out, still holding your hair with his free hand, and strokes himself until thick ropes of cum hit your face. it’s all over: your cheeks, lips, hair, and almost in your eye. you were surprised, samu’s never that degrading to you. most of the time, when he’s feeling nice, he’ll at least wipe you down a bit, but he just laughs at you as he tucks himself back into his pants.

“remember that the next time ya want to talk like that to me,” he warns, thumbing some of his spunk into your most despite your protests. “clean up yer fuckin mess.” he walks off, leaving you a pitiful mess on the floor.

needless to say, you don’t make an attempt to stand up to him again.