#sam smut

Shane — "The Farmer"

After receiving notice of getting a state-mandated husband a few days prior. You hardly had time to truly digest the information before you were suddenly required to pack up your things and make your way over to his farmstead!

Once arriving, you were pleasantly surprised at how large your new husband's land was, as well as how many animals he had. A hard thing to acquire in these times, however...what you weren't looking forward to was the fact that you'd most likely be responsible for the heavy lifting as well.

You may have had some farmers in your family, but due to the strict nature of society...women weren't expected to do too much heavy lifting.

You wondered if your husband would be the same way?

And, after knocking on the front door, it proceeded to open to reveal a tired-looking, stubble-faced man who looked you up and down with almost a look of boredom.

You had a sneaking suspicion that luck wasn't going to be in your favor.

"You must be my new spouse."

You nodded. "That, I am. I'm Y/N."

You heard a grumbled "Shane" before your husband walked back into the home, leaving you to follow and take in the decor. You smelled the faint scent of alcohol in the air, the way that there was a half-empty beer bottle on the coffee table in the living room, and how there was a pack of unopened cans a little further off to the corner.

Articles of clothing dotted the home here and there, and each piece of clothing only made you wearier and wearier as you started to hallucinate what you'd be slaving away doing until you kicked the bucket.

You already weren't looking forward to this marriage, and now? You really weren't looking forward to it.

"Sorry about the mess," Shane apologized. "It's...hard, keeping clean, especially with me tending to the farm and all." He continued before you offered him a polite smile.

"It's fine." You said, half lying and half not. "I'm good with housework, cooking, cleaning—"

Shane tsked. "That's fine and all, but I don't want a housekeeper. I...I know this is a tough situation, state mandates and all, but as best as we can, I'd prefer to keep things equal between us." Your eyes widened a little at his words. "Feel free to tell me anything you don't like. I'll do my best to make it right." Your mouth opened to mention the "state forcing you and your new husband to have a child" situation, hoping that he'd have some type of plan as to how to avoid it but...even you weren't that hopeful.

"Then...I'm not liking that we're being forced to have kids." You admitted with a heavy sigh.

"Neither am I," Shane agreed before he walked over to the couch. He wasn't some ass who was willing to force himself on someone to abide by the rules, and quite frankly? He would've rather drunk himself to death than imagine that reality ever coming true. However— "If- If you don't want to do anything, tell me, I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I ain't in any rush to be a father."

And you weren't in any rush to be a parent either.

But the Ferngill Republic wouldn't have looked at the husband first when it came to a child not being conceived during the allocated timeframe; they would've looked at you, and you would've been the one to be replaced. "Then...let's practice."

"Practice?" Shane parroted with a snort. "I don't need that."

You responded with a huff. "J-Just...go along with it." You said. "You don't have to cum inside me, this is just so we can be comfortable with one another!" Shane's eyes flicked down to your body as you began to undress yourself, his eyes sharply widening at how pretty your body was underneath your clothes—although, your face alone already gave that away. If this was what you wanted...then fine.

"Let's practice then."

♡ - "Ohhhhhh s-shiittt—!" You nearly cried at the top of your lungs as you could hear the table squeak underneath you, the filthy sound of the table legs scratching against the floor underneath only serving to make even more of your slick drip out from your sex as Shane thrusted into you from behind, his eyes glued to the way the fat of your ass rippled with each mean thrust he delivered. "S-So fast—!" You forced your words out, struggling to keep your vision straight as your eyes threatened to roll up into your head.

"P-Please—" Your new husband smirked at your babbling as he leaned over your back, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck as he drank in the addictive sounds of your moans and whines.

Admittedly, he may have gotten a little carried away.

The second that you are completely naked in front of him, he couldn't help but kiss you silly as the sound of your moans only spurred him on further! The way you clung to him, asking for more with your body—it wasn't you who needed practice, it seemed, it was him who needed it so that he could train himself to not cum within seconds of feeling your body against his own.

"Please, what~?" Shane questioned teasingly. "You'll snap me clean in half at this rate with this tight little cunt...fuck—" He said, his last words spoken more to himself rather than directly to you as a drawn-out groan left his throat. He couldn't believe how tight you were, how good it felt for your cunt to squeeze and threaten to wring the cum straight out from his heavy balls as they slapped against your ass with every thrust.

You kick your legs uselessly as he fucks you silly, sweet 'Ahs' and coos, leaving your lips as Shane pressed a heavy hand into the middle of your back, keeping your body pinned against the table as he huffed like a beast in heat next to your ear, intent on finding his climax deep within your dripping sex. "S-Shane—!" You cry out, your eyes blurring with tears of pleasure as your mouth steadily formed into a lewd 'O' shape. "S-So deep!" You whined. "Can't—Can't take—fuck!" Your new husband snickered at the way you couldn't even complete your own sentences, his mouth opening to tease you on how lewd your body was being for him until a moan of his own was torn from the depths of his throat.

He could feel that you were close.

But...so soon? "Close already?" Shane almost sneered next to your ear before he began to pepper sloppy kisses to the side of your face, trailing them to the side of your neck and the back. "My wife is soooo filthy, isn't she?" He hummed. "No wonder they had to make me your mandated husband...probably no other guy out there who can handle a pussy this lewd, huh?"

You answered him with a babbled moan, only causing Shane's smirk to grow even more. He hadn't expected an answer, only to do nothing more than to lie on the table. Pliant and eager for his cum. "Fuuck...you're close, aren't you?" He could feel the way your cunt began to pulsate around his cock, clenching and unclenching as he began to fuck you even harder, angling his cock to hit your sweetest spot deep inside of you with every thrust, resulting in you whimpering and scratching at the table.

Each thrust knocked the air from your lungs, small 'ah, ah, ah's' being punched right out of your lungs with every thrust he delivered into your pussy. Your orgasm is soooo close, you can feel it—almost taste it. It crept up on you closer and closer, making your body feel almost electrified as your whines became more frequent and higher in pitch. "Go ahead and cum," Your husband rasped into your ear. "I can feel it...go ahead and give it to me, cum on your new husband's cock." As if on command, Shane's words make you cum with a lengthy whine of his name.

Your body shudders from the force of your orgasm, Shane lifting himself up off of you to admire the delicious sight of your pussy clenching onto him as if it didn't want to let go of his cock as he fucked you through your climax, the sight being juust what he needed to find his own end as he tossed his head back to let out a moan, ropes and ropes of his cum spilling into your warm sex as his thrusts grew sloppier and sloppier, milking himself dry with the use of your pussy until he came to a complete stop with a deeply satisfied sigh.

It was like no orgasm he had ever experienced...his cock still twitching inside of you to let out the last bits of his spend before he finally pulled out of you, a whine escaping your lips from both sensitivity and not wanting your husband to pull out just yet.

But— "That was a good first time practice, dontcha think?" Shane toothily grinned down at you as he lovingly rubbed your back. "How about another practice round?" He smirked. "Let's see how well we remember each other's bodies in my bed, next."

And...tired as you may have been, you couldn't think of anything that you wanted to do more.

Harvey — "The Humble Doctor"

You were required to go to his home when you opened the letter, the contents stating that you were chosen as a state-mandated wife. Such a rare occurrence, it only happened when the husband in question was very affluent.

However, an affluent husband didn't mean that he was automatically qualified to be Prince Charming.

As you rode in a taxi that drove you to his home in question, you went through reason after reason as to why a doctor needed a state-mandated wife.

Was he ugly? Abusive? Something more? You wanted to know but also to not know all at the same time; every question only fueled your anxiety until you got out of the taxi and stood in front of the...rather humble two-story home.

You knocked twice at the door before hearing someone say "Coming!" from behind the door, and when you opened the door...you were shocked at the person behind. An older gentleman, as you somewhat suspected on the taxi ride over, had a well-kept head of brown hair and an equally nicely kept mustache that slightly curved at the ends. The white coat he wore screamed that he was a doctor, even down to the way he softly and almost shyly smiled at you. It was...surprisingly kind.

"You must be my new spouse." The man spoke. "I'm Doctor Harvey—or well, you can just call me Harvey." He stood off to the side to let you in, your eyes widening at the down-to-earth nature that the interior decorations of his home gave off. On the walls were plenty of references to planes. There was even a model of a plane in the center of the coffee table in the living room, in front of the TV.

"I'm Y/N." You smiled. "You...must really like planes, right?"

You stifled a giggle at the way Harvey's eyes widened before he blushed and scratched the back of his neck. "Ah...I do," He admitted. "It's a hobby interest of mine, really. It's my dream to be able to fly a plane someday."

You were shocked that he couldn't do so already, especially with him being a doctor. But, you didn't mention it, fearing that it would be a rude thing to say as you eventually sat down on a lovechair. There was a comfortable yet pregnant pause between the two of you, both of you knowing what had to come next and yet not wanting to speak it into existence all the same.

However, you decided to bite the bullet and say what needed to be said.

After all, a mandated couple—which was everyone in the Republic nowadays—if they didn't announce a pregnancy within the first couple of weeks of knowing one another...there were consequences. "So..." You awkwardly started before clearing your throat. "Should we...?"

Harvey took a seat on the couch right next to where you were, his eyes avoiding your own. "I'm— I admit, I'm a little nervous." He said. "I'm not exactly fond of the fact that we have to do such an intimate act so soon." Neither were you, but...rules were rules, and in a couple of weeks, people would be checking in on the two of you. However, you couldn't lie to yourself and say that you were just itching to follow the rules.

You liked Harvey so far, and wished that you could take this type of act slowly.

And that led to a lightbulb turning on in your head. "We...we can start slow, if you'd like?" You suggested. "Get to know each other's bodies." You continued, a giggle actually leaving your lips at how red Harvey became. "Better than outright fucking one another, right?" The doctor swore that he could've grown lightheaded at how bluntly you spoke; he agreed with what you were proposing.

How could he not?

His cock began to harden and slowly strain against his pants at the sight of you slowly leaving your chair to come and straddle his lap, the fact that your heavy tits were practically pushed in front of his face making him gulp like he was pleading for water as your finger tugged down the front of your dress, teasingly slowly. He reckoned that...he was going to like you.

And so were you.

♡ - "Mmph..." His glasses were slightly crooked on his face as he sucked on one of your tits, his hand gently massaging the other while you slowly bounced up and down his cock. Your hands were entangled in the doctor's brown locks, unable to help the way your cunt continued to repeatedly tighten and untighten around him at the arousing sight of your new husband enjoying your body so much.

The feeling of his tongue lapping at your nipple as if something was actually going to come out...you couldn't think of a better outcome when you suggested that the two of you "explore each other's bodies"! He was so gentle with you that it was enough to make you forget all about the worries you had on the way over to his home. He was the most bashful gentleman, through and through.

"As a doctor, you should know that nothing's going to come out yet, right~?" You spoke to Harvey.

His blush deepened, reaching up to his ears as his eyes cracked open to look up at you before he slowly unattached his mouth from around your breast, a string of spit still connecting your nipples to his panting mouth as he struggled to find his next words.

When he was given notice that he was to receive a wife per the orders of the Ferngill Republic...he hadn't expected to receive a wife that was as beautiful as you.

He was prepared to be a gentleman, through and through, demands of needing to conceive a child within the timeframe be damned. He wanted to make sure that his new spouse was comfortable and happy within his home! But, the more that you continued to slowly move on top of him...sending sparks of electricity throughout his veins and making his mind feel as if it were spinning and growing foggier and foggier...the easier it was for him to lose himself.

"I...I know that." Harvey panted to you. "Just—A-Ah fuck..." His lips trembled as he moaned when you began to grind yourself down on him, rolling your hips in a circle as you playfully tilted your head to the side.

"What was that husband? I didn't quite catch that, really...are we going to start off our marriage by me having to teach you how to speak up a little~?"

Harvey's hands raced to brace themselves on your hips; however, his grip had little strength put behind them as he simply held onto you rather than making any attempts to control what you were doing, his head eventually falling against the headboard of the bed as he let his moans escape freely. "S-Slow down..." Harvey whispered, his chest rising and falling more rapidly as his eyes suddenly squinted close in an effort to try and ward away the urge to cum too soon.

Yet, that was exactly what you wanted.

Your husband was so cute and handsome. And you couldn't believe your luck as to how eager he was to bend down to your whims!

You wanted to treat him nicely, yes. Perhaps after all this was said and done...you'd give him a massage and everything. But all you wanted to do was to feel his cum absolutely flood your insides. "Slow down?" You eventually parroted his words. "But you're feeling so good, honey! I can feel it, your cock is throbbing like crazy inside my pussy." You giggled when his cock twitched inside of you yet again at your lewd words, raising your hips to once more start to bounce on him up and down, each time your ass slapped against the front of his thighs, causing your wetness to further dirty his thighs.

He was so close, so embarrassingly close.

Tiny moans turned into desperate whines and whimpers of his name as small pleas for you to "Go faster" began to escape from his mouth. "Please..." Harvey whined before his tongue licked at your nipple a couple more times before his mouth wrapped around it completely, stealing a moan right from your chest. "Go faster..." You just barely heard him plead against your chest. "Pleasepleaseplease—"

You did just that, leaning further against Harvey as you put more speed into your bounces. The lewd sound of skin slapping skin began to echo from the tiny space between your joined sexes as you felt Harvey's cock start to twitch and throb more and more inside of you.

You just had a feeling that he was close to cumming.

"O-Oh...fuuuck—!" Harvey's lips once again unattached from your chest to let out a whimpering moan, causing you to press a kiss to his forehead as your pussy clenched at the adorable noise. "Close..." He warned you.

"Go ahead and cum, Harvey." You encouraged. "Cum straight into my pussy~"

Harvey's hips weakly bucked up into you as he chased after his orgasm, managing a few mean thrusts, each followed by a deep groan until he finally stilled against you with a breathless gasp. You bit your lip to hold in a particularly whiny noise yourself as you felt your husband's hot cum shoot up inside of you, panting your insides white as you watched Harvey's orgasm shudder throughout his body until...he finally relaxed.

Truly...you had hit the jackpot when you were randomly assigned to him!

However— "Oh, Harvey~" You hummed in a singsong voice. "You can't be so greedy, husband...you gotta make your wife cum too!"

Lance — "The Government Official"

You were currently sitting in an expensive lounge area within a mansion. You had dressed yourself to near perfection for this almost impossibly rare occasion, and despite how good you looked...you were sweating bullets. Your hands were clammy, and your throat was so dry that no amount of ice-cold water was able to wet it enough.

Around a week ago, you had received a couple of knocks at the door before you opened the door to see a Ferngill soldier standing in front. His words were curt and to the point. You had received a letter from the republic to be a state-mandated spouse for someone, but...the emerald green letter he presented you—and the fact that a soldier had come to deliver—was proof enough that this wasn't an ordinary demand from the government.

"You have been selected to be a state-mandated spouse for Lance of the First Slash Clan."

You had heard of the Clan of the First Slash a couple of times here and there, mostly whenever they were on TV and being congratulated for aiding the republic's Adventurers' Guild for dealing with some high-class monsters, and Lance was their most talented mage.

At the time, you weren't able to ask questions or lightly joke and ask if this letter was really for you before the soldier was already walking away from your front door.

You had a week to prepare for the meeting and...today was the day. You had been told to wait in the lounge area about twenty minutes ago, and you were starting to believe you had already been declined without even setting eyes on your new husband. A rather embarrassing outcome that would've affected everything in your social life...but, thankfully, that wasn't the case as you heard the sound of boots descending down a staircase.

You took another sip of water for encouragement and good luck before standing. You smoothed out your clothes and put on your best polite smile, not too eager and not too fake, just in the middle. And when you finally landed eyes on Lance...you weren't able to stop yourself from blushing a little at how handsome he was.

The man was dressed almost like a prince from a storybook would be. Gold embroideries were lined in his clothing, and a long blue cape hung down from his shoulder. His red hair was nearly combed back, and within a second of laying eyes on you, a kind smile immediately brightened his features. "So you're my new spouse." He hummed.

You nodded your head. "I am." You responded. "And you...you're my new husband."

Lance chuckled softly as he continued to look you over. Originally, he was rather peeved about the republic suddenly saying that he needed a spouse. All for the sake of "continuing his lineage." He was in his prime; he thought he wouldn't have had to think about kids for a long while! But, while he had been proven wrong...he wasn't disappointed, now that he was looking at you.

To say that you were lovely would have been an understatement. However, he had to remember that there wasn't exactly any form of "genuine" romance in this marriage.

It was business on the republic's part, and you were the unfortunate winner of their attention. "I apologize that this situation isn't...exactly consensual," Lance said with a small bow of his head. "The republic has expectations of me, you're—"

"Just unlucky." You finished for him. You knew what this was. A state-mandated marriage—to be a state-mandated wife for someone who was affiliated with the government meant that you were really here just to have children and then be tossed to the side. You hadn't deluded yourself that there would be any real love here. "I know what this is." You said, holding back some of your words in an effort to not let all of your feelings spill out.

You had just met the man, and handsome as he was, along with his smile, you weren't going to be so easily lured into talking more than you should've and winding up finding yourself being beheaded nine months from now once the deed was over and completed! "Even still, I'm not some brute," Lance said as he slowly closed the distance between the two of you before he offered you his arm to loop yours with. "I'd...like to talk, at least for some time." You looked at his offered arm with a steady raise of your brow.

"Conversation before laying me in your bed? Such a gentleman." You joked.

Lance responded with a flirtatious smirk. "Unless you want to skip the conversation and get to the part where I make you forget your own name?" Your eyes widened at his blunt words, your cheeks threatening to catch on fire as you struggled to find your words while your body moved on its own accord to rest your hand on Lance's arm.

"Take your time responding. I intend to go slow so you can take and feel everything."

♡ - However, in the end...you hadn't needed to respond, much less give a proper response, once you were inside Lance's bedroom. When he had kissed you, the softness of his lips combined with the way he had looked at you as he slowly guided you backwards, closer and closer to the bed...you couldn't be blamed for being rather eager to be speared on his cock!

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the bedroom as Lance fucked you in a full nelson, his hot breath panting against your ear as your legs dangled uselessly in his hold, your cunt having little choice but to take his cock to the base with each thrust he delivered into your soaked cunt, your juices coating his cock and even beginning to drip down to his heavy ballsack that slapped against your ass with each movement.

Not that Lance minded the filthiness of your cunt, he almost worshipped it as he whispered praises and encouragement into your ear. "Yoba—you feel so good, princess..." He panted into your ear, his eyes firmly shut tight as he relished the feeling of your cunt tightly wrapped around his dick. You were so warm and wet, each thrust sending a rush of pleasure throughout his veins that threatened to make the poor man absolutely and hopelessly addicted to the feeling of you!

He almost forgot that this was an arranged marriage, dictated by the whims of the unforgiving Republic.

He hadn't planned to be a brute, much less the type of man that attempted to force you to do anything, although the Republic expected this union to ultimately produce a child...Lance was beginning to want something more.

You.

A child to signify your union was nice, but not as nice as you being by his side. "Don't tell me that you're already cockdrunk, princess...we've just started," Lance spoke to you once more, causing you to respond with a shuddery whine to let him know that you were still there.

More or less.

Your brain was struggling to keep up in the wake of Lance's thrusts and how they seemed to hit the perfect spot every. single. time. It was maddening, your fingernails scratching against Lance's thighs as you grounded yourself as best as you could in the wake of the mind-shattering pleasure that caused spit to dribble down from the corners of your lips and your eyes to nearly roll into the back of your head. "L-Lanceeee...!" You whined, eliciting a breathless laugh from your new husband.

"There you are—" He pressed another kiss to your cheek. "You almost had me worried, my dear." He added on teasingly before he slowly pulled out, to where only his tip was left inside you, before he slid back in as deep as he possibly could. His tip nearly kissed your cervix, causing you to whine from the addictive mixture of pleasure and pain. You found yourself getting lost in Lance's fast yet deep thrusts, his balls slapping against your sex each time that he sank in balls deep.

And Lance is absolutely lost in the way you sound when you whimper and whine.

Nothing would ever sound as good to his ears...never again. And the way that he could almost imagine the expression on your face. Cockdrunk and lost within the pleasure—a deep-bellied groan leaves his lips as he picks up the pace ever so slightly, his balls starting to draw up even closer to his body as he could feel his orgasm begin to build. A desperate noise leaving your lips and his simultaneously as he chased after you and his budding orgasms.

"Lance—! Oh fuckfuckfuck—" You felt as if you were going to pee. The knot in the pit of your stomach was growing so impossibly tight that you were almost scared that you were going to pass out from the pleasure. Not that Lance was intent on letting you do such a thing, as he continued to press kisses to your face. "Don't pass out yet, my love...I'm rather eager to see you—f-fuck...cum on my cock." His thrusts didn't falter, fucking you faster and faster until he got what he wanted.

You could only manage one last whiny cry of his name as your cum squirted out of your cunt, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as the feeling of your pussy tightening so much around his cock made Lance reach his high only seconds after you as he threw his head back with a tense grunt, his grip on your thighs tightening as he came inside of you, filling you up to the brink to where some of cum began to escape your cunt and dribble down the length of his dick and down onto the bed.

His pace faltered to a complete stop, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. As you did, your body twitching and shuddering in the process, you both climbed down from your respective highs. And in the meantime...if his thoughts weren't solid before this, they were now.

You subtly turn in his arms, and he smiles down at you. He takes the hint when you purse your lips, giving you a quick peck before letting his attention wander back to the screen. Inevitably, you want more. 

Innocently, your hands start roaming. He sighs as you caress his chest over his shirt and leans his head into your hands as you gently scratch your nails against the back of his neck. You press a feather light kiss to his skin, just above his collar, and his breath catches, but he keeps watching the screen. You keep kissing random spots on his neck and jaw while one hand grips the firm bulge of his bicep. 

Sam shifts underneath you, easily distracted by the press of your soft lips. With one giant hand, he brushes your hair away from your face before meeting you in a slow, deep kiss that has your heart beat resonating between your legs. He pulls you closer, handling you as if you weigh no more than a ragdoll, his tongue taking immediate ownership of your mouth. The audio from the television fades into the background, lost behind the sound of your joined ragged breaths and the shameless smacking of your lips. 

“Missin’ the movie, baby,” You murmur, pulling away from his now glossy, saliva coated lips. His gaze is locked on you, your lips, then your eyes, pupils blown wide. 

“S’fine,” He mumbles dismissively, leaning in to kiss you again, but you stop him with a soft hand to his lightly stubbled jaw. You turn his face towards the screen. 

“C’mon, you’ve been talking about watching this all week,” You purr. “Don’t let me distract you.” 

But the second you start kissing and gently sucking just below the ramus of his jaw, he wiggles underneath you, breathing shakily. 

“But you are,” He asserts, hand sliding down your back. “Not that I mind-“ 

“I think you should be capable of multi-tasking,” You murmur with a teasing grin, again turning his face away from you and towards the screen. “Keep watching.” 

He rolls his eyes but it’s softened by the covert lift of the corners of his lips. After relaxing against the arm of the couch, hands flexing against where they now loosely hold your hips, he obediently watches the television. Suspenseful music fills the room, but you really couldn’t care less about the plot or the characters, not when it’s much more fun to play with Sam. 

Feeling particularly devious, you move from laying between his legs to fully straddling his lap, putting your body flush against his as you once again enjoy running your lips over the territory of his neck. You feel the stiff outline of his swelling cock through his sweatpants, only your little, soft cotton shorts separating you from it. As you start to create friction on his lap, his fingers dig into your hips. You’re partially lost in the feeling of his hardness pressing so snugly against your beating clit that you don’t immediately notice that once again, he’s abandoned the movie. With an unhinged jaw, he’s watching your hips move between his hands. A moment later, he’s guiding your movements. 

You let your teeth scrape against his pulse point, your palms on his chest catching the way he shudders at the sensation. “Pay attention or I'll stop.” 

“You won’t stop.” He challenges. 

You smile. “Try me.” 

He holds eye contact with you for a few seconds as if debating arguing further. Before his eyes slide beyond you, back to whatever is happening on screen, he calls you a brat under his breath. You reward him by continuing to rub yourself up and down the obvious shape of his erection, feeling your wetness dampen the thin material between your legs. Besides the occasional twitch and lift of his hips to meet your movements, he watches the movie with a tight jaw and an almost blank stare. But you can tell by the color rising on his cheeks and his breathing that you’re getting to him. 

You give up grinding your pussy along his length to grip him through his sweatpants with one hand. His head rolls to the side in response, attention unwillingly pulled away from whatever cinematic action is unfolding in front of him in favor of the feeling of you rubbing him. 

“You really love making this hard for me,” He mumbles through shallow breaths. 

“No,” You muse. “I love making you hard for me.”

“You sure you don’t want me to pause it?” He asks, eyes darting toward your mouth quickly as you sloppily lick the palm of your hand. 

“Just keep watching.” You say plainly, as if you aren’t sliding your hands into his sweats to hold his hardness. He huffs the instant your hand wraps around him, hips driving forward slightly to thrust into your waiting fist. “We’re almost to the end, right?”

“Not even halfway,” He says around a gasp, as your thumb dips into the generous amount of precum oozing from his tip, spreading it around his throbbing cockhead. 

“Then this is gonna be a long movie for you, baby.” 

You tug at his cock slowly. Frustration is practically radiating off of him but he keeps his eyes glued to the screen, though his expression is a dead give away that he’s only thinking about the torture you’re putting him through. You smile to yourself as you have fun with him, massaging his cock too slowly to encourage his peak but enough to have his breath catching and his heart racing, his hips occasionally twitching against the urge to start fucking your hand at his own pace. 

Minutes pass and his cock continues to leak as you play with him. 

“Feel how wet you make me, baby.” You pull your damp shorts aside, then take his paw of a hand and guide it between your legs. Sam releases a shaky breath as you let his fingers brush your molten heat. You freely whine, using his hand to touch yourself while he maintains concentration on the television. 

“Holy shit,” He groans under his breath, his fingers easily finding their way to your pulsing clit. “You’re fuckin’ soaked,” He turns his head to meet your eyes. “Let me take of care you, honey.” 

You’re momentarily disoriented by the stroke of his skilled fingers, your hand pausing on his length as you let yourself get lost in the feeling. 

“Y’clearly need my attention.” He murmurs. 

“Mhm,” You lick your lips, surging forward to meet him in a sloppy kiss. He responds enthusiastically, wrapping his thick arms around your waist, practically crushing you against the solid wall of his chest. He keeps playing with your pussy, the slip of his fingers in your wetness competing with the sounds from the movie. 

He takes your hand and brings it back to his throbbing cock, and you respond by grasping him automatically. 

“Wait-“ You gasp as your thighs begin to tremble from the intensity of the pleasure sparking from your core. “You’re supposed to be watching.” 

“I’d rather do this,” He says into your neck. “Dont act like you don’t want me to make you cum.” 

You really can’t wait anymore. Fuck the stupid movie.

“Fine-“ You concede, grasping the roots of his hair in both hands as you begin to move your hips frantically against the firm press of his fingers, his stiff cock forgotten between your bodies. “Then you keep watching-“ 

It sounds like some pretty epic action is unfolding on the screen, but you’re effectively deaf from the rushing of blood in your ears as your orgasm builds and builds. Matching the motion of his hand, you grind down, chasing the friction that you so ruthlessly had been denying him. 

“That’s my pretty girl,” He praises in a low, breathless voice. “Fucking love your sloppy little pussy. Love that you’re always fuckin’ soaked for me.” 

You cry out weakly, tugging at his shaggy strands carelessly as your back arches, pushing your hardened nipples into his chest. 

“Love that you can’t even watch a movie without reaching for my cock.” He presses his forehead against your temple, panting. “And fuckin’ love when you try to boss me around.” 

“You’re always-fuck! Always such a good listener, Sammy.” You whimper, using your harsh grip on his hair to bring his mouth back to yours. 

Your orgasm explodes suddenly, your body tightening and convulsing with the overwhelming force of it. He holds you tighter as you wiggle in his arms, crying into the kiss, until the heat stoked between your legs dampens enough for you to regain control of your body. 

“You’re missing-“ 

He cuts you off with another searing kiss, grasping his cock and rubbing the dripping head up and down your throbbing seam. You forget the game you were playing and forget that he’s not watching the film anymore, completely losing your train of thought as he begins to stuff his cock inside of you. You gasp at the stretch, tightening your grip on the roots of his hair until he hisses, sharply snapping his hips upwards, fully impaling you on his full length. You swear you can feel him nestled inside you guts, unable to even take a full breath with him filling you so fully. 

“Don’t care about a fuckin’ movie,” He grunts into your ear, his darkened eyes holding your heavily lidded gaze. “How the fuck am I supposed to focus on anything when you’re actin’ like such a desperate little slut for my cock, hm, honey?” 

“Sam-“ You moan, tightening your arms around his neck as he roughly thrusts into you, using his hold on the plush globes of your ass to manipulate your body to meet his movements. 

“Always got this cock on your mind, is that it, baby?” 

He fucks you, staring deeply into your eyes. It’s the opposite of what you intended. Of course, you always wanted this to be the outcome of the night, but you hadn’t wanted him to miss out on whatever’s happening on screen, even if you personally couldn’t care less about whatever the main characters name is. 

He comes fairly quickly, with all the teasing he’d endured, spilling into your pussy as you grind down onto him. With his cock still buried deep inside of you, he circles your clit with his thumb until you’re gushing around him again, crying weakly and gasping for air as your pussy uncontrollably flutters. 

You collapse forward onto his chest, ignoring the mess of liquids spilling between where you’re still connected.  

Suddenly, the light in the room is gone and you realize the credits of the movie are playing, the screen dark. 

“Oh shit.” You blurt. “We missed it.” 

“There’s this thing called rewind.” Sam says with a smile, hand rubbing up and down your back. 

The front door whips open, and Sam’s confronted with the overwhelming smell of floral perfume covering up the smell of pot. He really should be used to it by now with how long he’s been coming here recently, but he still has to put effort into controlling his expression. 

“Hey, Molly.” He says with a polite smile. 

“Oh, hi, Sam.” Molly says, stepping aside to let him in. “Wasn’t sure if we’d be seeing you this weekend after…y’know.” 

Sam follows her further into the house, one hand on the strap of his backpack as he gives a courteous nod and smile to the few sorority sisters on the couch, who are watching some reality show while painting their nails. He’s only following Molly to be polite. By this point, he could find his way to your room with his eyes closed. And today, like most days, he has no idea what Molly is talking about. 

“Did something happen?” He asks. 

“You didn’t hear? Kyle broke up with her, like, on Monday.” Molly whispers the last part, as if gossip didn’t move through this house like wildfire. “She’s trying to act like she’s okay. Won’t even, like, really tell any of us what happened. She’s been in her room since, like, Tuesday. That’s why I’m so surprised she didn’t cancel on you.” 

“Maybe she wanted a distraction.” Sam suggests. 

“Maybe.” Molly agrees. “Just don’t take it personally if she isn’t really interested in studying.” 

Sam uses his ascent of the stairs to process what Molly’d said about you. For as long as Sam had known you, you’d been dating this football player Kyle. Sam had met you his sophomore year during a night out with mutual friends. He was immediately attracted to you, and then the more he spoke to you, he realized you were down to earth, funny in a harmlessly sarcastic way, and probably one of the smartest people he’d ever met. Very quickly, his attraction snowballed into a full fledged crush. Until he’d been informed you had a boyfriend on the football team, and that no, you hadn’t been flirting with him or returning his interest, you were genuinely like that with everyone, magnetic and engaged. 

So Sam backed off. His day to day felt precarious as is, there was no point in pining after someone that was already spoken for. That would just be asking for trouble. He’d only see you on outings with other friends, and then he would maintain a casual distance. If you saw him around campus, you were always friendly, giving him that dazzling smile and a wave, asking about his classes and anything else. If he was looking for a seat to knock out a few hours studying in the crowded library, you’d wave him over to your table. He’d have to work twice as hard to concentrate, with you sitting across from him, but he never said no.  

He’d wondered at one point if you were being so nice to him because you sensed something was off about him. Maybe you felt bad for the kid that had no one show up on family day. Or maybe you’d heard he’d moved into his freshman dorm with two bags, nothing more, and now you felt sorry for him. 

The more Sam knew you, the more it became clear to him that you weren’t treating him any differently because he was different. That was just you. You actually cared what he had to say about his Law in the Age of Media and Technology course, and when you smiled at him from across a room, it was because you were actually happy to see him. 

He began running into you more at the beginning of junior year, now that you both were taking a majority of pre-law courses that overlapped. He did his best to keep space between you without ever being rude, would selectively tune out of any conversation that even approached you and your boyfriend, and fully dedicated himself to his studies. 

A few months ago, when LSAT prep started, a big group of pre-law students organized study sessions. Sam didn’t have a lawyer in the family to coach him, so he figured studying with the others would be a good way to gain more insight into the test and the application processes as a whole. They started off in the library, with about twenty kids showing up. You were there, too. It only took a few sessions for it to become clear that whatever the intention of these sessions had originally been, there was no actual studying being accomplished. 

You’d approached Sam and suggested you both ditch the group and start studying on your own. Together. Powerless to say no to you, he agreed. 

Which is why he’s knocking on your bedroom door again, just like he had the week before. Only this time, his mind is slowly mauling over the fact that you now don’t have a boyfriend, which has his gut swooping. Immediately, he feels like an asshole for being pleased by the news, especially when you could be so upset. He wonders if he’ll be able to tell you’ve been crying, then wonders if he tried to touch you to comfort you, if you would let him. 

“Hey, Sam,” You open the door with a smile. “Right on time.” 

“Hey, how’re you?” He asks casually, setting his stuff down at your desk, where he studies while you usually spread your stuff out on the bed. You close the door behind him. 

“If I have to read one more logical reasoning question about a politician lying, I might drop out.” 

Sam chuckles. “But then you wouldn’t have the crippling debt of law school to look forward to,” 

You give him a wry smile. “How kind of you to remind me.” 

You don’t seem upset, or like you’ve been crying. Your room is neat the way it usually is, and it looks entirely the same to Sam, as he conducts a quick sweep of the area, with the exception of the pictures of your now ex-boyfriend missing from around the edges of your vanity mirror. 

You’re wearing a tight fitting, white Stanford shirt, that exposes a lot of the even tighter body underneath. You throw yourself back onto your bed, laying on your stomach, distracted by the open LSAT study guide and a bunch of scattered flashcards, and Sam has to clear his throat and force himself to look away. 

Your phone starts ringing. “Sorry about that,” You apologize before silencing it. 

You both start by taking a series of practice questions. Even though he’s sitting at the desk with his back to you, you’re still distracting him. He can’t stop thinking about what would be the most appropriate way to ask you about your breakup, then decides he shouldn’t ask at all. There’s no point, anyway. He already knows and it doesn’t change anything. You’re just…too good for him. A beautiful girl, a sorority sister, kind, charismatic, and intelligent. Sam doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t even come close. Just being at Stanford makes him feel like he’s already pushing his luck. Being with someone like you would be like asking for punishment. 

But he can’t help but wonder what would make someone dump you. Either you did something uncharacteristically despicable, and Sam’s brain struggles to even villanize you to think through the possibilities, or Kyle is a fucking moron, which he thinks is entirely more likely. 

“I’m done,” You startle him by saying after a half hour. You jump up onto the desk, so that your bare thighs are only inches away from his book, your feet swinging off the edge

He’d been thinking too hard about you. Half of his questions remain unanswered. 

“You usually finish before me,” You frown as you notice. 

“Yeah, um, I just-” His cheeks feel hot as he returns your gaze. 

You’re looking down at him, and the breeze from the open window across the room rustles your hair gently. The soft gust momentarily smothers him in the smell of you- something warm and sweet, like vanilla. Evidently, the breeze chills you to the point that Sam could see the sharp peaks of your nipples through your T-shirt, if he wasn’t so deadset on keeping his eyes on your face. 

“So either I became a faster test taker than the unbeatable Sam Winchester in less than a week, or something’s distracting you.” You muse, still observing him carefully. It’s a little unnerving, how easy you can read him. 

“Well, miracles do happen.” 

You purse your lips, amusement glittering in your eyes. “Fine. You don’t have to tell me what’s on your mind.” Your gaze lingers on him, making his skin prickle, as you chew on the corner of your lip. 

“It’s just..been hard to, uh, focus. Lately.” He admits. 

“Yeah. I know what you mean.” You agree in a quiet voice. 

Sam’s mouth feels suddenly dry, his tongue too big and clumsy to form any intelligent response. You’re so close, the entire room feels charged. You’re still swinging your feet, legs hanging off the desk, and one of your socked feet barely brushes his leg, and he nearly fucking jumps at the contact. His heartbeat becomes heavier in his chest as he wills his body to ignore the infinitesimal touch, but he can feel his blood rushing south. 

Your phone starts going off again, and Sam expects you to hop down from the desk, to give him space to regain function in his brain, but you just ignore it. 

“You, uh, gonna get that?” He asks. 

“No. It’s just Kyle again.” You finally look away. 

Sam tries to fight the way his body tenses at that. “Oh. Alright…if you want to talk about it…” 

Your gaze snaps back to him. “Talk about what?” 

Sometimes you really make him feel small, like he’s not over six feet tall. You’re just that pretty, just that alluring that you intimidate him all the way down to the marrow inside his bones. 

“Molly told me…that you guys aren’t-” He clears his throat awkwardly. “Aren’t together anymore.” 

You smile kindly. “Relax, Sam. You’re not in trouble for knowing.”  To add insult to injury, you touch his arm lightly with a manicured hand. “I know everyone’s talking about it.”

“It’s none of their business.” He says quickly, some of the certainty returning to his voice at the need to defend you. 

“But it's yours?” You raise your eyebrows expectantly. 

“Well-of course not- I just meant it’s not right for anyone to discuss it behind your back for entertainment.” 

“Thanks for saying that, Sam.” 

“Yeah. No problem.” His voice is quieter now, too. Like you’re both afraid to speak any louder, as if it could disrupt the tense energy that’s materialized between you. 

“Sam,” You say softly, even though he’s already looking at you and you’ve had the entirety of his attention since he stepped foot in the room. “I broke up with him.” 

His eyebrows furrow. “Molly said-” 

“He’s telling everyone it was his decision. I don’t care if everyone else thinks that. But I wanted you to know.” 

“Me.” Sam repeats numbly. “Why?” 

You grin. “You’re supposed to be a genius or something, right? You can figure that out.” 

Sam knows what he wants that to mean. But this has to be either a cosmic joke or a fucking dream. 

“Why’d you break up with him?” He asks in a measured voice. 

You pretend to think. “Hm, well besides all the times he’d flirt with my friends right in front of my face or refuse to go down on me because he thought it was gross…I realized I was into someone else.” 

It takes a minute. Even with cognitive abilities severely diminished by your proximity, he can understand what you’re saying. Jesus, his pulse is racing. 

“Me.” He blurts unceremoniously. “You’re messing with me, right?” 

“No, Sam.” Your eyes skate over him. “I’ve always thought you were cute. But since we started studying together…I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about you.” 

“I…I had no idea.” 

“You really didn’t know?” You ask with a soft giggle. “Sam, I invited you to study in my bedroom.” 

“You also had a boyfriend!” 

“And now he’s an ex-boyfriend.” You say firmly, looking away to close his prep book. You retire his study materials to the corner of the desk, in a neat little pile that he can’t stop staring at until you speak again. “Your turn.” 

“My turn?” 

“Tell me why you can’t focus.” 

It’s been a while since Sam’d slept with anyone, and now his body apparently feels like jumping to conclusions. Really, he’s helpless to the heat that spreads through his limbs and mostly to his groin. So much of your skin is bare and right there and he can easily see the shape of your body despite your clothes. And the most gratifying thing of it all is that you want him. Enough to get rid of your shitbag boyfriend. Enough to come on to him. 

“I think you know why.” He huffs out and even that is a challenge. Anything that isn’t reaching out to finally touch you is a challenge for him at this point. 

You smile. “I think so, too. But I want to hear it.”

He hesitates to speak but his body is screaming. His ability to think is definitely compromised now by the chemistry of his desire. 

You mistake his hesitation for unwillingness, so you gently brush the hair away from his eyes, giving him the most imploring, gentle eyes you can, and say, “Please, Sammy.” 

He has to suppress the shudder that racks his spine and the emerging tightness in the crotch of his jeans. His breathing is already ragged from how turned on you’ve got him by doing nothing, and he’s pretty sure he’s already leaking at the tip. 

“Alright.” He says after swallowing. “T-This girl I study with…she’s way outta my league. She’s beautiful…and I tried to avoid the way I felt about her..because she was with someone else.” 

You smile softly at that. 

Sam feels compelled to keep going. “But I want her. I want her so bad I can’t think straight when I’m around her. And when we study, it’s in her bedroom. And all I can think about is-” 

His words have you leaning closer to him, your own eyes subtly darkening. “Think about what?” You urge him breathlessly. 

“Putting my hands on her. All over her.” He admits in a low voice and then waits. You’re the one leading while he struggles to keep up. 

“Like this?” You ask in a sultry whisper while taking his hand and putting it on your thigh. His palm nearly covers the entire width of your leg, and you both stare at it there. At the basic skin to skin contact, Sam’s humiliated to feel his cock jump in his pants. 

“Yeah. Like that.” He watches his fingers dig into the plush flesh of your thigh as he grips you tighter, as if testing if you’re real. “And more.” 

“More?” You repeat with a devious smirk, shifting subtly so now you’re seated on the desk directly in front of him. You spread your legs a bit and beckon him closer. He swallows an embarrassing noise in his throat the instant you reach a hand out to run your fingers through the shag of his hair. “What else, Sammy?” 

“Anything.” He says, entirely hypnotized by the mild authority in your soft voice. “Anything you’ll let me do.” He doesn’t even feel ashamed of how desperate that sounds because it’s the fucking truth. He’s pretty sure you could ask him to lick the bottom of your shoe and he would do it. 

That answer seems to please you, and you reward him by sliding off the desk and onto his lap. You sit sideways across his thighs, careful to avoid the bulge at his crotch, biting your lip thoughtfully as you touch his chest before wrapping an arm around the back of his neck. He doesn’t even realize he’s shaking with anticipation until you say, “It’s okay, Sam,” and caress the side of his face with a tender look. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, eyes glued to your glossy lips and the way your cute, pink little tongue keeps making an appearance to wet them. Feeling the weight and warmth of you, seated on his lap, his arms find their way around your waist, your skin burning hot. 

“Please.” 

Sam closes the distance between you. The second he touches your cheek, he’s astounded by how fucking soft your skin is, and then his lips touch yours, and he just stops thinking. There’s nothing besides the faint taste of bubblegum, the hot press of your tongue against his, his hands forgetting to be polite and gentle as he grips you hard. 

You tug at his hair while you make out with him, eventually moving to straddle him instead. He grunts into your mouth as your weight shifts across where he’s aching in his jeans, and you giggle in response. He silences your laugh by biting your bottom lip and then kissing you deeper. As you kiss him back, your hands wander all over his back, chest, and stomach. 

“Holy shit, Sam,” You pull away. “You’re like ninety nine percent muscle.” 

He laughs softly, smiling broadly with his shoulders back. “You’re exaggerating.” 

“No, I’m not. You’re so hot.” 

Coming from you, the compliments go straight to his dick. He kisses you again, and you’re really not even moving your hips, but the minimal friction against where he’s throbbing has him clutching at your hips. 

“You’re so sexy and you don’t even try to be.” You murmur against his lips, letting your nails scratch against his scalp and neck. 

He finds that statement a little ridiculous, given that you look the way you do. As if you haven’t been giving him blue balls for a year and a half. He doesn’t know how long you’ve been into him, but the fact that there was any overlap at all infuriates him, knowing you two could have been getting around to doing this sooner, rather than reviewing each other’s practice essays. 

Your phone starts ringing again and Sam hesitates. 

“Please, ignore it.” You say, lips swollen from kissing him. 

But the call from your loser ex gives him an idea. “Can I- Would you let me…” You’re gazing at him with level patience, and so he forces himself to say it. “Can I eat you out?” 

You smile and bite your lip. “You don’t have to-” 

“I want to.” He interrupts. “Really badly, actually.”

Now that the idea’s popped into his head, he’s not sure he’ll be able to keep his sanity without doing it. And it’s perfect, because if you stay on his lap like this much longer, he’s probably going to blow his load into his jeans. 

“You’re not just saying that?” 

“Let me put my mouth on you, and then ask me that again.” He says. 

Still holding you around the waist, he stands with minimal effort and sets you back on your desk. Yeah, he’s only doing this to impress you with his strength, but judging by the way you giggle, it works. 

Sam lets you keep your tight fitting shirt on but lays you back and pulls your shorts down your legs. He adjusts you, so that your tailbone is at the edge of the desk, the fucking erotic sight of your cunt concealed by pink cotton panties with a little bow in the middle on full display for his greedy eyes. He takes a mental picture, wants to take a real fucking picture, but he settles for running his mouth all over the expanse of your soft thighs. 

You sigh and moan in response, as he kisses around your hipbone. You hiss and pull his hair a little bit when he bites at your inner thigh, but the action has your legs spreading for him. There’s a little damp spot in the middle of your panties, and he can’t stop himself from drawing closer and swallowing the mouthful of saliva that the sight brought. 

“Sam-are you sure?” You stop him, sitting up with a hand on his shoulder. 

“Lay down, baby.” He says softly. He can tell you’re a little nervous and suddenly wants to punch your douche bag ex-boyfriend for ever making you think this could be gross. “You okay if I keep going?” 

“Yeah,” You whisper, obeying. 

“Trust me, baby.” He murmurs, his lips at your hip. “I’m probably going to like it more than you are.” 

He closes his eyes and puts his face between your legs. You’re spreading them pretty wide, and he runs a hand up and down the expanse of your thigh to soothe you for the first drag of his tongue against the underside of your panties. A wet, shocked noise comes out of you that has him groaning in response. The sweet yet musky taste of you explodes on his tongue, and in the next instant, he’s wrestling your panties down your thighs, off from around your delicate ankles, before throwing them across the room. He uses one hand to part your thighs again, pushing them down until they almost meet the desk, and he’s not even really surprised that you’re this flexible. 

Your pussy is glistening for him, practically screaming his name with the way it pulses gently, demanding his attention. You cry out earnestly when he latches his mouth onto your cunt, first swiping his tongue along your soaked folds, then torturing your clit with the point of his tongue until your back is arching. 

It’s been a while since he’s done this, but he feels like he’s doing okay, given how responsive you are. His cock fucking hurts. Having your arousal in his mouth and smeared across his face, the smell of you wrapping around his head, he’s so hard it's almost unbearable. The pressure in his groin is building rapidly the more he eats at you. He’s thinking keep it together, Sam, keep it fucking together- until his train of thought is cut off cold when you start praising him. 

“Oh, Sam-” You moan as he assaults your clit and your thighs start to shake. “So good, you’re so fucking good.” 

You're raking your hands through his hair and he glances up briefly to catch your nearly forlorn expression. Maintaining eye contact, he keeps licking at you, making sure to moan in appreciation so you can understand that he’s enjoying himself, buried in your pussy, more than he can say. 

“Mm, Sammy-” You gasp as he slides a thick finger inside your pulsing hole. You’re so wet, both from your own sticky arousal and his saliva, that another digit slides in without much resistance, but you whimper just the same. “Oh fuckkk-”

“Y’taste really good, baby.” He rasps. His lips part from your pussy just long enough for him to climb up over you, to press his lips into yours. You clutch at his shirt at the tangy taste he shares with you, letting him plunge his tongue into your mouth. 

Sam settles back between your legs, marveling at how puffy your cunt looks now. He teases you with light kisses on the inside of your thighs, until you’re lifting your hips up for him, desperate for his mouth to slide back over you. And when it does, you’re so much more sensitive. He draws circles over your clit, then sucks it until your ass is lifting off the desk, chasing the friction. 

“M’gonna come, Sam, ohmygod-” You whine while biting your hand. 

He’s swallowing your flavor, ignoring the burning in his jaw as he eats at you the best he can, his mind shutting off as you start to come. He can feel your pussy fluttering, feel your body get tense as the waves of your orgasm spring tears to your eyes. And he feels it, too. Fucking relief, as he starts spasming in his jeans, untouched, shooting rope after rope of cum right into the denim covering him. 

He pulls his lips away from between your legs, panting, feeling the wet spot in front of his pants spread. 

“Oh my god, Sam.” You sit up, face flushed. “That was…” 

He feels accomplished, leaving a smart girl like you without any words. 

“I wanna return the favor.” You say with a little smile. Naked from the waist down, you push yourself off the desk and him back into the desk chair. You let your knees hit the floor as you settle between his legs, stopping when you see the area of dampness on his jeans. 

He flushes, still catching his breath. “I, uh, I-” 

“I guess you did enjoy yourself.” You smirk. 

He watches you bonelessly as you unzip his jeans, tugging them away just enough to reveal his soiled underwear. With bright mischievous eyes holding his gaze, you hold your tongue out before licking at the cooling streaks of his come. His jaw goes slack as he watches, and you make sure to put on a show. Letting your eyelashes flutter each time your tongue dips into a milky pool of his spend, moaning hoarsely as you swallow. The act is slowly reviving his dick and by the time you’ve licked the last of his release from the corner of your mouth, he’s nearly hard again. 

After a moment, he says, “I don’t think we should study together anymore.” 

“Why not?” You ask, sitting yourself back in his lap. 

“I’ll fail the LSAT. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to be in a room with you again without…picturing that.”

“You couldn’t fail if you tried.” You argue. 

“I think you’re overestimating my ability to concentrate when I’m around you.” He laughs. “Too many thoughts…gonna be way worse now.” 

“Hm.” You smile. “We better start getting it out of your system, then.” 

You suggest a shower to start, and Sam doesn’t contemplate the fact that this all feels too good to be true for him. He doesn’t let himself feel guilty for being here, experiencing this, meeting you, any of it. He just accepts it for what it is and follows you into the shower. 

The only light in the room came from the harsh flickering blue glow of Sam's laptop screen, he was propped up against a mountain of pillows looking deceptively relaxed in a pair of dark grey jersey joggers and a thin white cotton shirt that clung to the broad expanse of his chest.

He looked so intensely focused, his eyes sharp and dark as they darted across the lyrics he was composing, his fingers flying across the keys with a rhythmic speed that made a mischievous heat prickle under your skin.

There was something undeniably hot about the set of his jaw and the way his brow furrowed in concentration completely oblivious to anything but the music.

You were curled up beside him in a pair of tiny shorts and a cropped white floral tee, you were supposed to be watching a movie but the dialogue was just background noise to the sound of Sam's fingers flying across the keyboard.

The more he ignored you, the more a restless thrumming ache began to settle deep in your core.

You didn't like how his attention was anchored to the screen instead of you and you were about to make sure that changed.

You shifted, sliding closer until your thigh was pressed against his hip then leaned in pressing your nose into the crook of his neck inhaling the scent of cedarwood and laundry detergent.

You let your lips graze his skin, a ghost of a kiss right behind his ear. "Sammy..." you murmured, your voice vibrating against his skin.

"Mmhmm?" he hummed not even looking away from the screen, his fingers didn't skip a beat as he was still writing.

"You’ve been staring at that laptop for two hours," you complained, you let your hand wander, your fingertips tracing the hard muscle of his forearm before sliding up to the hem of his shirt. "The movie is almost over and you haven't seen a single frame."

"I’m listening doll," he lied smoothly, his eyes scanning a transition. "The main character just realized his brother betrayed him... Very tragic. Now let me finish this part."

You huffed feeling a surge of stubbornness, you slipped your hand underneath his shirt, your palm flat against the burning warmth of his stomach.

You felt the muscles there ripple and tighten at your touch. "Babe please... aren't you done with your song yet? You're ignoring me."

Sam finally paused, his fingers hovering over the keys as he let out a slow patient breath. "No love I'm still working on it, I told you the deadline was close."

He finally spared you a glance, his gaze lingering for a split second on your pouting lips before he refocused on the screen. "Five more minutes... just five. Go back to your show."

"Five minutes is too long," you whispered, your voice dropping into a sultry demanding register. "And I think you’ve written enough words for one night."

Determined to break his iron concentration you sat up, the movement drawing his eye for a heartbeat and with a slow deliberate motion you reached for the hem of your cropped shirt and pulled it over your head tossing it blindly toward the end of the bed.

You sat there in just your shorts and your bra, the cool air making your skin tingle but your eyes were locked on him as his clicking slowed, the rhythm was stuttering now.

"Sam," you said, your hand sliding lower, your fingertips grazing the waistband of his joggers. "Look at me."

He didn't want to, you could see the internal struggle in the way his jaw set, a small muscle twitching in his cheek.

Finally, he let out a long heavy sigh and snapped the laptop shut shoving it onto the nightstand with a sound that was more of a growl than a sigh.

He turned to face you, his eyes dark and heavy as they raked over your exposed skin with a hunger that made your breath hitch.

"You are being an incredibly bratty distraction tonight," he rasped, his voice losing its professional edge and dropping into that deep possessive rumble.

"Is it working?" you teased, a playful smirk dancing on your lips as you crawled toward him, your knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips.

You moved until you were straddling his lap, your shorts dragging against his joggers. "Because you look like you’re having a very hard time focusing on lyrics right now."

He leaned back against the headboard crossing his arms over his chest, though his hands were clenched into fists. "You think you’re so smart don't you? Stripping down because you can't handle me looking at a screen instead of you for one night."

"I don't think it Sam," you whispered, leaning in so close your breath was hot against his lips. "I know it... and I know you would rather be fuckin me instead of staring at this laptop."

Sam didn’t move his arms from his chest but his breathing had changed, it was deeper and more intentional as if he were trying to manually override his body’s reaction to you.

"You have ten seconds to get off me and put that shirt back on angel," he warned, though his voice lacked any real conviction, it was thick and vibrating through his chest and right into your thighs.

"Or what?" you challenged, your voice a playful purr.

You leaned in, your hands framing his face as your thumbs were tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones, you tilted your head and pressed your lips to his, it was a soft lingering kiss tasting of the Joja cola he had earlier and the raw heat that was beginning to radiate off him.

As you felt his resolve crumble, Sam's head tilted instinctively and his lips parting to deepen the kiss and to finally reclaim the control you were stealing but just as his tongue brushed against yours, you pulled back.

You retreated just far enough that he had to strain forward, his eyes snapping open to find you smirking at him. "I didn't say you could have me yet," you whispered.

"Don't play games with me tonight," he growled, his jaw ticking. "I’ve had a long day and my patience is paper thin."

"Then it's a good thing I'm so thick skinned," you teased, you shifted your weight grinding your hips down slowly as you felt him jump beneath you, a sharp heavy throb of his length against your center separated only by two thin layers of fabric.

You didn't stop, you began a slow agonizingly deliberate grind, your eyes locked on his as you watched his pupils dilate until the blue was nearly swallowed by black.

"You're so warm Sam," you breathed, leaning down to trail your lips along his jawline avoiding his mouth entirely. "Is your work still more interesting than this?"

"Babe... stop," he warned, a low guttural sound vibrating in his throat, one of his hands escaped his crossed arms, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to bruise your hips but he forced himself to grip the bedsheets instead.

"I’m telling you if you keep moving like that I’m not going to be gentle... You’re playing with fire."

"Maybe I wanna get burned," you countered as you leaned back, putting a few inches of space between your chests and started to move more rhythmically.

You focused entirely on his bulge, dragging yourself forward then back feeling him twitch and grow harder with every pass.

Sam let out a jagged strangled gasp, his head hitting the headboard with a dull thud, his hair was a complete mess from where you had run your fingers through it earlier, the golden strands sticking out in every direction as he stared down at you with a gaze that was entirely undone.

"I am giving you one last warning," he hissed, his voice dropping to a dangerous predatory octave, he looked up at you through his lashes, his gaze hungry and dark. "Stop the teasing and get off, or keep acting like a slut and I will make sure you can’t walk for a week... Choose carefully."

You didn't say a word, instead you gave him one more hard deliberate grind, your lips curling into a triumphant smile and bit your lips. "I think I like the second option better."

Sam's chest was heaving now, the white cotton of his shirt pulling tight over his shoulders as he fought the urge to simply grab you.

He stayed pinned against the headboard, his hands still white knuckled as they gripped the sheets but his gaze was predatory following every micro movement of your lips.

"You think you’re in control because I’m letting you sit there," he rasped, his voice sounding like it was being dragged over gravel. "You have no idea how close I am to snapping you in half doll."

"Then snap... Stop acting so tough baby," you whispered, leaning down again.

This time you didn't go for his lips, you started at the sensitive hollow behind his ear nipping at the skin just enough to make him hiss, you trailed your mouth down the column of his throat, your tongue darting out to taste the salt of his skin.

You felt his pulse jumping against your lips, a frantic rhythmic thud that told you exactly how much you were affecting him.

"Sammy... your heart is beating so fast," you teased, pulling back just an inch to look at him. "Is the song making you nervous? Or is it me?"

"You know damn well what it is... And I'm still not giving you what you want" he growled as he lunged forward, his mouth seeking yours with a desperate hunger but you were faster, you twisted your head at the last second so his lips only grazed your cheek.

You heard him let out a frustrated animalistic sound, a half groan, half snarl. "Don't do that... Don't you dare pull away again."

"Then make me," you challenged, your voice dripping with honeyed defiance.

You leaned in again, teasing his lips with yours and brushing them together so lightly it was barely a touch, when he groaned and tried to surge upward to capture your mouth, to finally taste you and take over you laughed, a soft breathy sound and jerked back leaving him breathless and reaching for empty air.

"You’re being so mean to me tonight," he whispered, his eyes dark with a lethal mix of irritation and desire. "Why? Why are you doing this to me angel?"

"Because you were so busy," you said, your hands sliding down his chest to the waistband of his joggers, you used the heels of your hands to press down right against the base of his throbbing length.

"Because I wanted you to remember that I'm much more important than your songs." You leaned down and began to rain small biting kisses along his jawline moving toward his ear. "Do you remember now Sammy? Or do I need to keep going?"

"I remember," he hissed, his breath hitching as you ground your weight down once more right on the peak of his bulge. "I remember exactly who you are... You’re the slut who’s about to regret every single second of this teasing."

"I don't feel very regretful yet," you whispered, nipping his earlobe before pulling back to smirk at him. "In fact... I think I could go all night like this... just out of reach."

Sam's eyes snapped to yours and for a second the room felt deathly quiet, the playful air evaporated replaced by a thick heavy tension that made the hair on your arms stand up.

"All night huh?" He let out a low dark laugh that didn't reach his eyes. "You really think I’m gonna let you keep playing with me like this? You’ve made your point doll... Now come here."

Sam's restraint didn't just break it shattered, his hand shot out like a coil spring snapping around the back of your neck and anchoring you in place.

His other hand clamped onto your waist, his fingers digging so deep into your skin they were surely going to leave crescent moon bruises by morning.

"No more pulling away," he growled against your lips, his voice a dark jagged edge.

He crashed his mouth against yours and this time there was no room for playfulness, it was a bruising dominant collision.

He bit your bottom lip with a sharp possessive hunger pulling until the skin gave way and the metallic tang of blood filled the space between your tongues.

You let out a muffled surprised moan into his mouth but he didn't soften, he drank the sound down, his tongue invading your mouth with a rhythmic demanding force that left you dizzy.

He pulled back just an inch, his lips smeared with a mixture of your gloss and your blood and his eyes wild and dark with a hunger that looked absolutely lethal.

"I think... I think I won Sam," you panted, your chest heaving against his, your voice trembling but still laced with that stubborn defiance. "Look at you... you’re a mess... you couldn’t even finish your five minutes."

Sam let out a low dark chuckle that vibrated through your entire body. "You think this is you winning doll? Because I finally touched you?"

He tightened his grip on your waist, his knuckles turning white as he hauled you closer until there wasn't a breath of space left between you.

"You really think you're winning because you got me to stop working?" he rasped, his voice dropping into a dark dangerous octave that made your stomach flip.

"You didn't just get my attention you little bitch, you got me feral and now that I've stopped holding back you're going to realize exactly how much of a mistake it was to provoke me."

"You love it," you whispered, reaching down to grind your hips against him again desperate to regain the rhythm. "You love that I make you lose control."

But as you tried to roll your hips again, Sam's hands became like iron bands, he locked your waist in place physically halting your movement.

You tried to buck, to slide, to find that friction again but he wouldn't budge, he held you a fraction of an inch above where you wanted to be leaving you hovering, unfulfilled and aching.

"Sam... move," you hissed, your brow furrowing in annoyance as the frustration began to peak. "Let me... nghh~... let me move!"

"No," he rasped, his eyes boring into yours. "You wanted to tease? Now it's my turn... You don't move until I tell you to, you don't get relief until I decide you've earned it."

"You're being a jerk," you snapped, trying to wiggle out of his grip but he only used his strength to shift you exactly where he wanted you.

He dragged your center over the length of his hard bulge in one slow agonizingly heavy stroke then stopped again right at the most sensitive spot.

"Let's see who's really gonna win at the end of this doll," he whispered, leaning in to lick the blood from your lip with a slow terrifyingly focused tongue. "I’m gonna make you beg for the very thing you're trying to take right now... I’m gonna make you scream my name until your throat is as raw as your lips."

"I... I won't beg," you challenged, though your voice was breaking.

"We'll see," he growled, slamming his mouth back onto yours, he began to move you then but it wasn't the rhythm you wanted.

He used his hands on your waist to dictate the pace -rough, erratic and blunt- forcing you to feel every throb of him while keeping you completely under his physical command.

"By the time I'm done, you're gonna realize that 'Winning' means staying exactly where I put you."

Sam's hands were relentless, his fingers still biting into your waist as he dictated every agonizingly slow drag of your body over his, he could feel you trembling, feel the way your internal heat was radiating through your shorts but he wasn't satisfied yet... He wanted you completely undone.

With a sudden rough tug he reached behind you, his fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra until it gave way, he growled into the crook of your neck as he flung the lace aside, his eyes raking over your bare chest in the dim light.

"Look at you," he rasped, his voice dropping into that dark degrading tone he knew made your pulse skyrocket. "Sitting here half naked bleeding for me... acting like you’re the one in charge, you’re just a desperate little bitch aren't you? So needy that you had to sabotage my work just to get a taste."

"I’m not desperate," you bit back, your voice shaking as you tried to maintain your smug expression. "I just knew you couldn't handle me... I knew you would crumble Sam and look at you... you’re obsessed."

"Obsessed?" He let out a sharp mocking laugh as he leaned forward, his tongue swirling over one of your nipples before he suddenly latched on sucking the sensitive peak deep into his mouth.

A loud jagged moan escaped your throat, your back arching as the pleasure shot straight to your core, you clutched at his shoulders, your nails digging into his shirt. "Oh... ah!~... Sam... nghh~..."

"That’s it," he muttered against your skin, his teeth grazing the bud before he switched to the other side. "Scream for me you little slut... show me how much you love being treated like this. You love it when I call you a slut don't you? You love knowing that I can see right through that fake confidence."

He began to move his hips upward grinding the hard thick length of his bulge against you through his joggers, the friction was intense, a dry heavy heat that made your vision blur.

You started to find a rhythm, your breath coming in panicked gasps as you ground back against him.

"Fuck-ah~... stop being so mean," you hissed, your head falling back. "You’re so hard Sam, I can feel how much you want me... it’s pathetic how much you want to sink into me isn't it?"

"Keep talking," he hissed, his hand moving from your waist to your throat, his thumb pressing firmly against your windpipe. "Tell me more about how 'Pathetic' I am while you're shaking like that. You're so close aren't you? I can feel your heart hammering against my chest... You’re about to break for me."

"I'm... h-haah~... I'm not begging," you gasped, your eyes rolling back as the coil in your gut tightened, the friction was reaching a fever pitch, the feeling of the fabric against your clit pushing you right to the climax. "I'm not... nghh~... I'm not giving you that."

"You don't have to beg," Sam whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "Your body is doing it for you. You’re a filthy beautiful mess and you’re about to cum all over my lap without me even taking my pants off. How does that feel doll? Knowing you’re that easy to break for me?"

You were on the edge, the white light starting to dance in your eyes and your internal muscles beginning to clench in anticipation of the release.

You let out a long broken wail, your hips bucking frantically. "Sam!... nghh~... Sammy please...!"

Just as the first wave of the orgasm threatened to shatter you Sam grabbed your hips and shoved you backward away from his body.

The sudden loss of contact was like being doused in ice water, you fell back onto the mattress gasping, your body vibrating with unspent energy and your core throbbing with a desperate unfulfilled ache.

He watched you for a fraction of a second taking in your arched back, your flushed skin and your desperate heaving chest before he moved like a predator.

He was over you in an instant, his heavy weight pinning you down as he hovered inches from your face. "You think I'm done?" he hissed, his eyes burning with a dark terrifying hunger.

He didn't wait for an answer, he crashed his mouth onto yours again more violent than before, his teeth catching your already bloodied lip and his hand found your breast, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipple with a ruthless intensity.

You let out a high sharp scream into his mouth, your body bucking beneath him as he pulled back just an inch, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. "You still wanna act like a bitch? Still wanna pretend you're winning while you're trembling under me?"

"I... h-haah~... I won't... I won't give you what you want," you choked out, your voice wrecked.

You were desperate to keep that last shred of defiance even as your moans betrayed you with every sharp flick of his fingers against your peak. "I'm not... nghh~... begging you."

Sam let out a dark jagged laugh. "You don't have to say the words love, your body is screaming it. You're so wet for me aren't you? A little whore who needs to be reminded who owns her."

His hand slid down, his palm flat against your stomach before his fingers hooked into the waistband of your shorts, he didn't take them off he just shoved his hand inside, his fingers finding your slick heat.

He began to move his fingers up and down your slit, a slow heavy friction that made your vision spark, he kept his eyes locked on yours watching the way your pupils dilated, his face a mask of dominant intent.

"Look at how much you're leaking for me," he whispered, his voice a gravelly degrading caress. "So needy... So pathetic. You want those fingers inside you so bad don't you? You want me to stop playing and just take what’s mine."

"N-no... I... ah!~..." You bit your lip to stifle a cry, your hips instinctively rolling into his hand despite your words.

Sam's expression hardened, he moved his hand lower teasing your entrance and circling it but never entering while his thumb began to ghost over your clit.

You let out a loud shattered moan, your hand flying up to grab his wrist trying to force him to give you the contact you needed.

The moment your fingers touched his skin Sam snapped, his frustration boiled over and he broke the kiss with a snarl, his hand flying up to catch both of your wrists and pinned them above your head with a single hand, his grip like iron manacles.

"Don't you dare touch me unless I tell you to," he growled, his face inches from yours. "You lost your right to touch me the moment you started this game, now you’re just gonna lay there and take exactly what I give you."

He leaned down, his lips crushing yours in a kiss that tasted of iron and salt, while you were trapped he finally showed no mercy and drove two fingers deep inside you in one blunt punishing thrust, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it with a ruthless vibrating speed.

You let out a sharp muffled scream directly into his mouth, the sound vibrating between your tangled tongues as your body jolted against the mattress.

The sudden invasive depth of him made your eyes fly open wide and blown out with shock but he didn't give you a second to recover.

His thumb instantly started rubbing your clit with a ruthless vibrating speed that turned your scream into a desperate rhythmic whimpering against his lips.

"There it is," he hissed into the kiss, feeling your walls spasm and clench around his fingers in a frantic attempt to find relief. "The 'Good girl' I know is in there... Scream for me doll... Let the whole house know how much you belong to me."

Sam was relentless, his fingers working inside you with a rhythmic force that felt like it was rearranging your very soul, every time his thumb caught your clit a fresh jolt of electricity shot up your spine making your toes curl into the mattress and your breath hitch in broken jagged gasps.

He leaned down abandoning your mouth to bury his face in the crook of your neck, he wasn't gentle, he nipped at the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing your pulse point before he sucked a dark possessive bruise into the hollow of your collarbone.

"You’re such a mess for me angel," he rasped, his voice vibrating against your skin. "Sobbing and shaking, your cunt is clenching around my fingers like you’re trying to drown them. Tell me... Do you still think you're winning?"

You couldn't answer, your head was thrown back, your eyes rolled into your head as you let out a series of high thin wails, you felt completely undone, your pride melting away under the sheer weight of his dominance.

Sam shifted his weight, his free hand moving to cup your breast, his thumb flicking your nipple before he leaned down and took the entire peak into his mouth.

He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the bud in a way that made your hips buck uncontrollably, the dual assault of his mouth on your breast and his fingers driving deep inside your slick heat was pushing you toward a cliff you couldn't see the bottom of.

"Sammy... ah!~... Sam... p-please!" you screamed, your body tightening, the white hot coil of an orgasm beginning to snap.

Just as the first wave of release started to ripple through you Sam felt the shift, he felt your walls begin to spasm in that frantic rhythmic way that signaled the end.

Without a word he pulled his fingers out, the sudden cold emptiness left you gasping, your body jerking in a desperate search for the friction that had just been stolen.

You blinked up at him, your vision blurred with tears and your chest heaving. "W-Why?" you choked out, your voice a wrecked pathetic whimper. "Why did you... stop?"

Sam sat back on his heels, his white shirt wrinkled and stained with your saliva and blood, he wiped a stray smear of red from his thumb with a calm terrifying precision looking down at you with a smug cold expression that made it clear he was far from finished.

"Isn't that what you wanted doll? You wanted to stay in control, you wanted to play games... I’m just giving you the space you asked for."

"No!" you cried, reaching out for him, your fingers trembling. "No... p-please... I want... I want you to make me cum Sam... stop being so mean!"

He let out a low dark chuckle, his eyes flashing with a predatory light, he didn't move an inch toward you, he went back to lean on the headboard. "Is that right? Then say it... You know exactly what I wanna hear say the words you were too proud to say five minutes ago."

You felt the last of your defiance crumble, you crawled toward him, your shorts tangled around your thighs and threw your arms around his neck.

You crashed your lips against his, kissing him with a frantic desperate hunger, tasting the blood on his tongue.

"Please," you sobbed into his mouth. "Please sam6... I’m begging you... I’m yours.... I’m your good girl just... please fuck me... make me cum... I can’t take it anymore."

Sam's hands came up to frame your face, his thumbs wiping the tears from your cheeks though his gaze remained lethal.

"Be careful what you wish for doll," he whispered, his voice a low vibrating warning. "Do you really want me to fuck you? Do you really want the monster you’ve been teasing all night?"

"Yes!" you wailed, pulling him down toward you. "Yes Sammy! Please! Just take me! Do whatever you want just don't stop again! Please!"

Sam didn't waste another second, he stood up by the side of the bed, his movements fluid and filled with a terrifying purpose as he stripped off his shirt and kicked away his joggers revealing the lean muscular build of a man who had spent the night suppressing a violent hunger.

Sam's jaw tightened as he looked at you, his hands sliding down to the hem of your shorts, he didn’t just pull them off he peeled them away slowly, his knuckles grazing your heated skin.

He leaned down pressing a lingering open mouthed kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, right where it met your heat.

"Every inch of this," he vibrated against your skin, his voice a low possessive hum. "Everything you’re trying to hide is mine... I’m gonna make sure you remember the feel of me inside you every time you try to act out again."

He sat back on the edge of the bed and hauled you onto his lap forcing you to straddle him, your skin felt electric against his.

You were a mess, breathless, tear stained and desperate as you peppered his face and neck with frantic wet kisses, Sam's hands clamped onto your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh like talons.

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, his gaze dark and unyielding. "Are you sure you want this doll?" he rasped, his voice a low vibrating warning. "Because no matter what happens... no matter how much you cry or scream I’m not stopping until I want to stop. Do you understand?"

"I’m all yours... please Sam... please," you sobbed, your hands clutching at his shoulders as you tried to guide him toward your aching heat.

"Fine... You asked for it."

He didn't ease into you, he didn't give you a second to adjust or breathe, he gripped your waist and slammed you down onto his length in one brutal singular motion.

You let out a high thin wail as he bottomed out, his head blunt forcing its way against your cervix, it was so deep and so sudden that your vision went white, your internal muscles spasming in shock around him.

He didn't wait for you to adjust to his size, he immediately began to move, his hands on your waist acting like iron pistons as he forced you up and down in a fast punishing rhythm.

"Look at you," he hissed, his mouth crashing onto yours for a bruising bloody kiss before he moved to tear at the skin of your neck. "Screaming like a little animal. You wanted to play the queen all night and now look at you... completely ruined by one thrust."

"Sam!... Ah!~... It’s... it’s too deep!... Nghh!~..." You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers digging into his skin as he kept the pace relentless.

Every time he drove upward he hit your g spot with a terrifying accuracy that made your body feel like it was vibrating apart. He was in full control, his movements possessive and savage.

He was marking you everywhere, his teeth sinking into your shoulder, his lips bruising your collarbone and his hands leaving dark fingerprints on your hips.

Suddenly he stopped, he held you pinned right at the peak of his length, his fingers squeezing your waist so hard you let out a whimper.

"Tell me," he demanded, his voice dangerously low. "Whose are you? Whose name is written on every inch of this pretty skin?"

You were too far gone to speak, your head was tossing wildly, your chest heaving and you could only let out a series of broken incoherent gasps, the overstimulation was a physical weight making you sob with the need for him to move again.

"Answer me," he growled, his jaw setting. He didn't move an inch letting you sit there in the agonizing silence of the stall. "I told you I’m not moving again until you answer me like the little whore you are."

"I... I..." You let out a fresh burst of tears, your fingers scratching weakly at his chest. "Yours... I’m yours... h-haah~... Sam... please Sammy!... Please move!"

Sam's expression softened for a fraction of a second, his lips grazing the tear stains on your cheeks in a mockery of a gentle gesture.

"Good girl," he whispered, the words sounding like a death sentence.

Then he launched back into the rhythm even harder than before, he was determined to break you.

The first orgasm hit you like a freight train, a violent shuddering explosion of white heat that made your entire body go rigid.

Your internal walls clamped around him in desperate rhythmic spasms trying to pull every inch of him deeper.

"Sam!... Ah~...nghh!~... Oh god!... Sammy!" you wailed, your voice breaking into a high thin scream against his lips.

You were shaking so hard you could barely hold onto his shoulders, your head falling back as the pleasure turned into a borderline painful overstimulation.

Sam felt your climax seize him but instead of finishing, he suddenly went still, he stayed buried deep but he stopped the motion entirely holding you in that agonizing peak of sensitivity.

"It feels good doesn't it?" he whispered, his voice dark and mocking as he watched your face fracture. "You’re cumming so hard you can’t even breathe but what if I just... stopped? What if I left you right here broken and desperate for more?"

"No! No, no, no!" you sobbed, your hands flying to his face, your tears blurring your vision. "Don't stop! Please Sam... I'm... I'm still... ah~... please move! I need you to move!"

"You need me?" he teased, his thumb tracing your trembling lower lip. "A second ago you were the queen of the room now you're crying for me to ruin you? Say it... Beg me not to leave you like this."

"Please don't leave me!... Fuck me Sam! Please just... I'll do anything! Just move!" you cried, your hips jerking instinctively trying to force a friction he wouldn't give.

He let out a low predatory chuckle. "Good girl. I've got you."

He launched back into the rhythm with a savage renewed intensity, his thrusts even deeper and faster than before, he didn't give you a second to catch your breath from the first wave, he pushed right through your climax, his whole length crushing you as he drove into you with a blunt rhythmic force.

You crashed your mouth against his kissing him with a frantic messy hunger tasting the salt of your own tears on his lips as you were drowning in the sensation, your body a total wreck of nerves and heat.

He was relentless, his hands on your waist acting like iron clamps forcing you to take every inch of him over and over again ignoring the way you were sobbing into his mouth and the way your lungs were burning for air.

You were lost in him, a broken beautiful mess that he was rebuilding with every brutal possessive stroke.

He hauled you up and slammed you back down, his hands bruising your hips as he forced you to take every inch of him, the friction was white hot, a blurring of skin and sweat that made your vision begin to tunnel.

Every thrust was a blunt force trauma to your g spot sending shocks of pleasure so sharp they felt like electricity through your nerves.

You felt the second orgasm beginning to build, a terrifying unstoppable wave that started in your toes and gathered in your gut like a physical weight.

You tried to pull back, your body overstimulated to the point of pain but Sam's grip was absolute, he held you in place, his fingers digging into the meat of your waist forcing you to endure the pleasure he was carving into you.

"Sam!... AH!~.... No... I'm.... I'm gonna!" you wailed, your head falling back, your neck arching in a graceful desperate line.

"That’s it angel," he hissed, his voice a ragged snarl against the sensitive skin of your ear. "Give it all to me... Break for me."

The climax hit you like a physical collision, it was violent, a series of racking rhythmic spasms that seized your entire body.

Your internal walls clamped around his length with a desperate milking intensity pulsing so hard you thought you might snap, you were floating and drowning all at once, your voice lost in a high thin scream that eventually died into a choked repetitive gasp.

Sam let out a guttural animalistic roar as he felt you shatter again, the heat of your release and the way you were clenching around him like a vice finally pushed him past his own limits.

"God! You’re so fuckin tight... don't you dare stop just take all of it!" he choked out, his voice thick with a desperate heavy need.

He buried his face in your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin to muffle his own cry as he bottomed out one last time.

He stayed there buried deep, his frame vibrating as he spilled inside you, the sensation of him filling you, the thick searing heat of his release was overwhelming, it felt like he was branding you from the inside out and claiming the very core of your body as his territory.

For a long moment the only sound in the room was the harsh synchronized sound of your breathing, you were slumped against him, your forehead resting on his shoulder, your body still twitching with the aftershocks of a pleasure so intense it felt like a fever.

"You're mine doll," he rasped, his breath burning against your collarbone. "Deep inside you exactly where I belong... Don't you ever forget how this feels."

Sam's hands didn't loosen their grip on your waist, he held you there pinned to his chest, his heart hammering against your ribs like a caged beast.

He felt like a god, like he had finally stripped away every layer of your defiance and found the raw bleeding devotion underneath.

"Look at you," he whispered, his voice thick and dark with a terrifyingly lethal love, he pulled back just enough to see your glazed eyes and your bloodied trembling lip.

"Completely undone... My beautiful broken little prize. Do you still think you're winning doll? Or do you finally realize that you were always meant to end up exactly like this... ruined and screaming in my arms?"

You couldn't answer, you could only let out a soft broken whimper, your fingers curling weakly into his hair as you clung to him for stability in a world that was still spinning.

"I’m not done with you yet... not even close," he growled, his eyes dark with a lingering mean hunger. "You think because you came you get to rest? Look at you, you’re just a used up little fuck toy and I haven't even started to really break you yet."

Sam didn’t give you a moment to say a word, he grabbed your shoulders and shoved you backward you hit the mattress with a soft thud, your limbs heavy and uncoordinated, your breath still coming in shallow ragged hitches.

Before you could even blink the spots from your eyes he was hovering over you, a dark silhouette of pure unadulterated possessiveness.

"Spread those legs back out doll... I wanna see how much more of me you can handle before you completely snap."

He didn't use a second of patience, he grabbed your thighs opening your legs wide and drove himself back inside you with a blunt jarring force that knocked the remaining air from your lungs.

"Sam... ah!~... stop p-please!" you sobbed, your hands flying up to push against his chest, but he was like a mountain.

He ignored your weak resistance, his hand snapping upward to wrap around your throat, he didn't squeeze to hurt but the pressure was firm, a heavy reminder of exactly who was in charge.

He leaned down, his mouth crashing onto yours in a kiss that was more of a war than an embrace, you could taste the salt of your tears and the lingering copper of your blood, a heavy intoxicating mix that fueled his aggression.

"Stop?" he rasped against your lips, his voice a lethal low timbered growl. "You spent the last hour begging for this you little brat... you don't get to tell me when I'm done, you’re gonna lay there and take every inch of me until I’ve emptied myself into you again."

"Sammy... it... h-haah~... it hurts... please," you whimpered, your voice a wrecked thread.

He began to slam into you with a rhythmic bruising intensity, each thrust was deep... dangerously deep hitting your g spot with a blunt accuracy that made your hips buck instinctively against the mattress.

"Shhh look at you," he hissed, his eyes burning into yours as he watched your face fracture. "Eyes rolling back... mouth hanging open... you look like such a filthy little whore for me don't you? You love that I’m hurting you just as much as I’m making you cum... You love being used like this yeah?"

"I... nghh~... S-Sam... please... it’s... it’s too much!" you wailed, your voice breaking.

You were a mess of overstimulated nerves, every touch feeling like a lightning strike, your body was betraying you clenching around him in a desperate primal rhythm even as you tried to pull away. "It- it hurts... hngh~... I’m... I’m breaking... ahhh!~"

"Then break!" he commanded, his pace becoming frantic, his hand tightening slightly on your neck to keep you pinned. "I wanna see you break... I wanna hear you scream my name until you lose your voice. Tell me what you are angel."

"I’m... h-haah~... I’m yours..." you choked out, your fingers scratching at the sheets, your back arching so high your spine felt like it might snap. "I’m your... your slut... p-please Sam! ... I'm gonna... ah!~... I'm gonna cum again!"

"That's my girl," he whispered, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he delivered a series of rapid fire shallow thrusts that focused entirely on the most sensitive part of your entrance. "Cum for me again... Show me how easy it is to ruin you."

The third orgasm was even more violent, you let out a high thin scream that died into a series of jagged animalistic whimpers.

Your internal muscles seized around him milking him with a frantic rhythmic intensity that drew a strangled guttural groan from deep in his chest.

"Yeah... take it," he hissed, his own rhythm turning heavy and blunt as he felt you shatter beneath him. "Take it all... you beautiful broken thing. You’re never gonna be the same after tonight I’ve ruined you for anyone else... You're mine... You're fuckin mine."

You couldn't even form words anymore you could only lie there, your chest heaving, your vision swimming in a haze of tears and bliss as Sam continued to drive into you, his possession of you absolute and terrifying.

Sam's appetite was bottomless even as your body shuddered with the dying tremors of your release he didn't give you a moment of peace.

"Sam... p-please... it... hngh~... it hurts... it hurts so bad," you sobbed, trying to squirm away from how overstimulated you were.

Sam didn't hesitate, he snapped his hand over your mouth muffling your protests as he leaned down to your ear.

"I don't care if it hurts you pathetic little whore," he hissed, his teeth grazing your lobe. "In fact... I hope it does. I want you to feel every bit of my weight... I want you to remember that your body isn't yours to protect anymore, it’s mine to ruin."

He reached down and grabbed your right thigh hauling it upward until your knee was practically pressed against your shoulder opening you up so completely that you felt exposed to your very core.

He drove back into you with a sickeningly deep thud, the new angle allowing him to reach depths that made your breath leave you in a silent pained gasp.

"Don't you dare close those eyes," he growled, his voice a jagged edge of authority.

When your eyelids flickered, heavy with exhaustion he brought his palm down against your cheek, not enough to hurt you but a sharp stinging small slaps that made your head snap to the side and your eyes fly open in shock.

"Look at me... I want you to see exactly who is ruining you."

He leaned down, his teeth sinking into your shoulder before his mouth found your tits again, he latched onto your nipple sucking with a bruising rhythmic force that felt like it was pulling the very air from your lungs.

At the same time his thumb found your clit again rubbing it with a relentless vibrating speed that ignored the fact that you were already overstimulated to the point of agony.

"Sam... no... I can't... haah~... it hurts... it's too much!" you sobbed, your voice already beginning to crack and fray.

"It's exactly enough," he hissed, his hand moving from your neck to the roots of your hair, he wound the strands around his knuckles and pulled forcing your head back and exposing your throat.

He kissed you then, a harsh punishing collision of lips and teeth. "You wanted to be a slut? You wanted to tease me? This is the price doll... You stay awake for every second of it... You take every inch of me until I say you’re done."

He began to move with a renewed violent energy, his thrusts becoming blunt and heavy, the combination of the deep internal stretching and the sharp external friction of his thumb was creating a pressure cooker inside you.

"You're such a good little whore for me aren't you?" he whispered, his breath hot and smelling of your shared copper tasting kisses.

"Look at how your body just takes it, you were made for this... you were made to be used by me... to be filled by me until you can't even remember your own name. Say it... tell me you’re my property."

"I'm... nghh~... I'm yours... Sam... please... ah!~... I'm your property!" you wailed, your hands clawing uselessly at his forearms.

The fourth climax was building like a tidal wave more terrifying than the ones before because your body had no strength left to fight it, it was a violent primitive thing.

When it finally snapped it wasn't just a release, it felt like an explosion.

You let out a long blood curdling scream that tore through your throat, a sound of pure unadulterated overstimulation that eventually broke into a silent openmouthed cry as your vocal cords gave out.

"That's it... break for me! Show me how good you are!" he shouted over your fading voice.

Your body went completely limp, your spine arching one last time before you collapsed into the mattress like a puppet with its strings cut.

Your internal walls spasmed with such violence that they felt like they were trying to crush him, the contractions were rhythmic and punishing as your vision went dark at the edges, your head lolling to the side completely unresponsive as the world dissolved into a haze of white noise and pulsing heat.

You were a shell, broken, emptied and entirely his.

Sam didn’t let you drift away into the numbness, even as your limbs felt like lead and your breath came in shallow broken hitches he kept his pace steady and punishing.

He could feel the way you were slipping and the way your eyes were glazing over and he wasn't about to let you escape the weight of his presence just yet.

He leaned down, his chest slick with sweat as it pressed against yours and began to rain small biting kisses along your jaw, his hand that was still tangled in your hair gave a firm tug to bring your face back to his.

"Don't leave me yet angel," he whispered, his voice sounding like velvet over gravel. "We’re almost there... One more time for me come on, I wanna feel you break one last time."

He shifted his weight driving into you with a finality that felt like he was trying to leave a permanent mark on your soul.

His other hand slid down between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit once again but this time the touch changed, it wasn't just blunt force, it was a focused vibrating intensity, a rhythmic friction that was designed to drag you back from the edge of unconsciousness and back into the fire.

"That’s it... feel that?" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "You're so sensitive... every touch feels like a burn doesn't it? You’re such a good girl for taking all of this... Such a perfect beautiful girl."

The degradation was gone, replaced by a dark heavy praise that felt even more overwhelming.

"Look at how you're clenching around me love," he groaned, his own rhythm becoming more frantic as he felt his own release beginning to tower over him again.

"You’re doing so well doll, you’ve taken everything I’ve thrown at you tonight and you’re still here.... You’re still mine."

He began to rub harder, his thumb moving in small agonizing circles that sent a fresh wave of electricity through your exhausted nerves.

You tried to shake your head, a soft broken whimper escaping your throat but he just kissed the corner of your mouth, his movements becoming more urgent.

"Come on baby... cum for me," he encouraged, his voice dropping to a low hypnotic hum. "Show me how much you love it... show me that you’re my good girl... give me everything you have left I wanna feel you shatter while I'm buried inside you like that."

"S-Sam... haah~... I... I can't... nghh~..." you tried to protest but your body was already responding to the praise as the coil in your gut which you thought had been wrung dry began to tighten one last time.

"Yes you can," he hissed, his thrusts becoming short and sharp focusing entirely on the most sensitive part of your cunt. "You're doing so good, just a little more baby... give it to me just let it go."

You felt it then, the final violent surge, it wasn't like the others, it was deeper and more spiritual, a total surrender of your mind and body.

You let out a long silent scream, your back arching forcing him to thrust deeper inside you.

"That's it! There she is!" Sam roared, his own control finally vanishing.

He delivered three final, brutal thrusts, his thumb working frantically against you until you exploded in a final racking climax that felt like it was tearing you apart.

"Good girl! Look at you... absolutely destroyed!" Sam praised, his voice a ragged triumphant roar.

He felt the way your internal walls were screaming and clamping around his length with a rhythmic bruising pressure that felt like they were trying to pull the very soul out of him. "You’re perfect like this... so fuckin perfect and tight for me!"

At the exact same moment Sam bottomed out, his entire body going rigid as he spilled inside you for the second time.

He delivered final brutal thrusts until he exploded inside you. "Oh... God... f-fuck!" he moaned, a long broken sound of pure unadulterated release.

He stayed there buried as deep as physically possible, his forehead pressed against yours as he let out a series of long shuddering groans.

You were completely spent, a mess of sweat, tears and Sam's marks but as he finally softened and collapsed against you his weight felt like the only thing keeping you on the earth.

Eventually he softened against you. "You did so good angel... You took every bit of it like a perfect little slut," he whispered, his voice dripping with dark satisfied praise.

The violent friction of the night finally ebbed away leaving a heavy ringing silence in the room.

When he finally pulled out, the loss of his warmth made you let out a tiny broken whimper, the only sound your ravaged throat could still produce.

"Shhh I’ve got you baby," he whispered, his voice returning to that low melodic honey that usually made you feel safe.

He stayed hovering over you, his eyes raking over your frame with a look of intense dark reverence, he traced the bite marks on your shoulder and the dark fingerprint bruises on your hips with a trembling hand.

He looked like a man who had just desecrated something holy and couldn't decide if he was proud or devastated.

"Look at you," he murmured, his thumb grazing your swollen blood crusted lip. "You’re a complete wreck angel... My beautiful exhausted angel."

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead then your closed eyelids then the tip of your nose. "I love you, you know that don't you? Even when I’m like this... especially when I'm like this I love you so much it's a sickness."

You tried to nod but your neck felt like it was made of water, you were so tired that the simple act of breathing felt like an Olympic feat.

Your limbs were heavy, twitching occasionally with the lingering aftershocks of the five climaxes he had wrung out of you.

Sam realized then that you weren't gonna make it to the shower, he climbed off the bed and returned a minute later with a soft damp towel.

"Look at those eyes," he murmured, seeing how you were staring up at him with a dazed bottomless love despite the bruises. "Still looking at me like I’m your whole world... even after I wrecked you."

He sat on the edge of the bed and began to clean you, he started with your face wiping away the salt of your tears and the smeared remains of your lipstick with a tenderness that felt almost like a plea for forgiveness.

"You were so bratty tonight," he scolded softly though he was currently drying your thigh with tenderness as if you were made of porcelain. "So stubborn. You really pushed me doll, you shouldn't have done that."

"But... I won... at last," you managed to tease, a tiny ghost of a smirk pulling at your lips.

Sam let out a short genuine laugh leaning down to kiss your lips gently. "You might have gotten me off the laptop doll but I won you and that’s the only victory that matters to me."

He moved the cloth between your legs, his touch clinical yet incredibly intimate as he wiped away the evidence of his release, every time you flinched from the sensitivity he would stop, kissing the inside of your knee until you relaxed.

"I'm sorry," he whispered against your skin, though his eyes still held that flicker of possessive triumph. "I'm so sorry I was so rough but you're so perfect when you're broken for me... I couldn't help it."

"I know," you whispered back, your heart swelling even as your body ached. "I wouldn't want it... any other way... just stay."

Once you were clean he pulled a fresh oversized shirt of his over your head and tucked you into the center of the bed and climbed in behind you pulling your back against his chest and wrapping his long arms around your waist pulling you so tight that there wasn't a whisper of air between you.

He tucked his face into the crook of your neck inhaling the scent of him on your skin.

"Sam..." you managed to croak out, your voice barely a breath as you began to drift to a heavy sleep. "Your... song..."

"Forget the damn song," he muttered, his grip tightening as he felt your body finally fully go limp against him. "The song can wait, nothing is more important than this... nothing is more important than you my angel."

He kissed the back of your head, his heart beating a steady calming rhythm against your spine. "Sleep now my angel, I've got you.... I'm not going anywhere."

In the quiet of the room wrapped in his scent and his strength, the terror of the night faded into a deep soul shaking certainty.

Luckily, you’ve never been caught. But even Dean is smart enough to piece together what it means when Sam’s coming across as extra guilty, paired with you suddenly walking around with a limp. And as there aren’t a ton of options of private places for you to get your rocks off, Dean can occasionally assume where the more elicit activities have taken place. You know Sam is always mortified when Dean bitches at him for it, he’s such a sensitive guy, but you always manage to talk him into it again eventually.

Like now. 

Like every other time, you find Sam’s protests half-hearted at best, considering you can feel substantial evidence of his excitement pressed snugly against the apex of your parted thighs. 

“Fine.” You concede, dropping your hands from his solid chest. “We can stop.”

You almost giggle at his flat expression, as if what you’d suggested was impossibly ridiculous. “Think it's a little late for that, isn’t it, honey?” One of his bulky hands claps your waist, holding you in place as he drives his hips upwards, so you can feel the distinct shape of him through his jeans. He’s fully hard. You chew your bottom lip at the momentary friction, delighting in the way he can overpower you and stop you from rolling your own hips with just one hand. 

“You sure?” You wrap your arms around the expanse of his shoulders, drawing closer to the heat radiating from his body. “Wouldn’t want Dean to know what we get up to in his back seat, right?” He shivers into your touch, as you bring your lips to his ear, lightly scratching the back of his neck with your nails. The way he reacts to you is such a turn on for you, the way he pretends to be all domineering, as if you couldn’t have him eating out of your palm with a single word. 

But he has the same effect on you. All it takes is for him to stretch in the morning, his shirt riding up on his toned stomach just a bit, biceps swelling as he flexes before extending his arms behind his head, to get you practically foaming at the mouth. Everything about him makes you want to jump his bones. 

“Bet he’d be real jealous.” You continue in that special, breathy voice you saved just for Sam. “If he knew all the filthy things i’ve let you do to me back here-” 

It’s true and that’s part of why it’s so hot. You and Sam steal away to go at each other in the back of the Impala like teenagers. When it's time to hit the road again, you make eyes at Sam when he catches your gaze in the rearview mirror, the playfulness in your expression alluding to all the depraved things you’d done the last time. It doesn’t take more than a coy smile and minimal batting of your eyelashes, for Sam to redden and clear his throat and look out the window before subtly adjusting the crotch of his pants. 

“Baby,” He groans. “He’ll kill me if he catches us.” 

“Well, then I better make it worth it.” You grab his hands and place them on your breasts over your shirt, before guiding them underneath your skirt to cup your ass. 

Almost as if it's involuntary, his hips buck into you, squeezing your ass, and his resonant moan vibrates throughout the car. “Alright, alright. I’m convinced. Now can we please be done talking about my brother.” 

You giggle and play with the ends of his shaggy hair. “You’re the one so worried about him.” 

“Only thing I’m worried about right now is if you’re ready for me or not.” The hazel of his eyes is darkened in the shadows, but you can make out the intensity with which he’s staring at you, like you’re something otherworldly, something precious. 

You resort to chewing on your bottom lip, shifty under the heat of his gaze. He lowers his forehead to yours, lips just a fraction from your own as you feel goosebumps burst across your skin at his palm resting on your bare thigh. 

“Always ready for you, Sammy,” You whisper. 

“I know, baby,” He doesn’t break eye contact as his hand slides up under your skirt. Your thighs automatically spread for him, and his jaw clenches in response. “Let’s see what we’re working with.” 

You cry out softly, jolting a little, at the first brush of his fingers against your core. He deftly slips his fingers under the gusset of your panties to assess how wet you are. The second he touches the molten heat between your legs, he groans, and it's a full bodied sound. Your gut swoops in response, like you just reached the top of a swing. 

“S’all for me, baby?” His lips brush yours, watching the contortion of your features as you react to his soft touch, the gentle, infuriating brush of his thumb over your clit. “Gotta be careful, just know you’re gonna make a fucking mess.” 

“Then stop teasing me.” You whine, gripping the roots of his hair with an exasperated fist. “S’not nice.” Now you’re panting. Every time you try to push your hips down into his hand, desperate for a firmer touch, your inner thighs trembling with the effort, he draws away just enough to keep you frustrated. 

“No kidding,” He murmurs. “Now you know how I feel. All the damn time, little fucking minx.” His hand snaps out in a flash to grab your jaw. The move startles you and your pussy flutters at the display of power and speed, even though he’s holding you gently and cracking a soft smile after. 

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” You deny, nuzzling into his hand. 

As you resume your work on the buttons of his flannel, he starts manhandling you, grinding you against the crotch of his jeans crudely. It's pathetic, how wet you are, as he handles you like you weigh nothing. The stimulation has your eyes fluttering, as it further stokes the building ache in your lower belly. Frantically yanking the flannel down the tree trunks of Sam’s arms, you nearly drool over the sight of all his tanned skin, the thick, lean muscles of his shoulders, his biceps. You don’t know where to put your hands first.

“Right.” Sam rasps in your ear. “When you wear these little skirts,” He fists the fabric of your skirt, until the cords and tendons stand out in his forearm. “And give me those looks and I can practically hear every dirty thought I know you’re thinking…” Now his hands are sliding up the smooth slope of your back, spanning across your ribs before his thumbs are prodding your stiff nipples, encouraging you to arch further into him. “I imagine it all, s’that what you’re saying?” 

“So? Y-You like it.” 

He yanks your top over your head, then latches on to your chest. He’s rough with you, letting his teeth scrape against your sensitive nipples, and you have to stifle a squeal. 

“No. I fucking love it.” 

Sam kisses you, his mouth burning and wet, as if he’d been salivating from having your breast in his mouth. His tongue slides against yours, erasing all thoughts from your mind. You feel so small in his embrace, like he could easily break you, though you know he could never. 

“Sammy, please,” You whisper, putting your hand on his upper thigh to show him what you want. 

Sam leans back, letting his head rest against the foggy window. Slowly, his massive hand rubs over the bulge at his crotch. “Wanna beg me for it?” 

“Play nice,” You pretend to scold him, swatting his hand away from his lap and going straight for the button of his jeans. “Or you’ll play by yourself,” 

“Sounds like an empty threat,” He says with an indolent smirk. 

You reach into his boxers and grip his cock, just pulling him before sliding backwards across the seats until you back meets the opposite car door. “Fine, play by yourself, then.  And I will, too.” 

Tilting your hips, you bring your knees to your chest before parting your legs, putting the glistening, swollen mess of your pussy fully on display for him. You immediately have to start touching yourself at the way his jaw goes slack, his head tilting more as he shamelessly absorbs the sight of you rubbing yourself, moaning audibly. 

“You must want me dead, honey. Fucking killing me here.”

Your eyes are still fixated on his face, the absolute awe you see there, when he bites his bottom lip, and you realize he has his hand wrapped around himself. 

The sight of his hand slowly twisting around his significant length, the swollen tip poking out of his curled fist, is all you focus on. His eyes are glued to your pussy in the same fashion. The pressure in your gut has built to something white hot and all-consuming, until you’re dangerously close to cumming. 

“Y-You did this to yourself, big boy.” You force yourself to speak in a strangled voice, not quite matching the bravado of your words. 

“Get your ass over here.” He grits out, chest completely flushed. 

You lick your lips, moaning sweetly to add salt to the wound. You throw your head back, hitting it a bit harder on the glass behind you than intended. 

“Wanna beg me for it?” You tease. 

Sam rolls his eyes but grins. “Why would I beg when I know how bad you want it?” He mocks, gesturing to his dick. 

“S’okay.” You moan, thighs shaking harder now. “Looking at it is fun, too. I’m already gonna cum-” 

You yelp as he lunges out toward you, hoisting you back onto his lap as if you’re weightless. 

“Now who’s being mean. Tryin’ to cum without me?” He leans down to kiss your shoulder sweetly, at the same time as he’s rubbing the fat head of his dick through your sopping cunt. You giggle and grasp his wrist, briefly astounded by how small your hand looks on his arm. 

“Wouldn’t have to if you’d just do it for me!” You pout, watching his ministrations between your legs.  

“Alright, baby, I hear you. You’re right. Enough is enough.” 

Sam surges forward, slotting his panting, open mouth over yours. He winces, and even though he’d drenched his cock in your generous slickness, the second the head pushes inside of you, you cry out against the burn and stretch. But you love the pain. Love that each time you take him, it gets the slightest bit easier. Sure, it’ll probably leave you unable to walk comfortably for the rest of the night, but no one has ever made you feel this good in your life. 

Sam paws at your face, smoothing your hair back. Shushing you with his lips at your cheek as he eases your hips down his length slowly. 

“Holy fuck Sam-” You scream through gritted teeth as he juts his hips upward, fully seating his cock inside of you. 

“There you go,” He encourages, squeezing your hip with one hand, the other snaking around to grab at the meat of your ass, gripping it harshly. “Just like that. Not so tough with my cock in you.” 

“So big-” You gasp. You have to brace yourself with palms against the bulging muscles of his chest as he starts to lift and drop your hips, forcing your movements with his hands. 

“Yeah.” He groans, staring at where his cock is slipping out of you, just the head inside your snug walls. “It’s just for you, beautiful.”

“Yeah,” You agree, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer. You nip at this bottom lip. “S’mine.” 

Sam nods. “Course it is. Show me how good you can ride it.” 

You start to move your hips, but really, he’s still doing the majority of the work, bouncing you on his lap now at a faster speed. By now, the inside of the car is stuffy, and sweat is beading across both of your chests, dampening your hair. 

The Impala starts rocking underneath you. 

The intensity of the moment disappears for a second, as you both register the noise, not stopping your movements. Just looking at each other before both breaking into smiles. You giggle before kissing him, a kiss that he immediately returns with enthusiasm, and then he’s thrusting himself into you hard enough to knock all the humor out of the situation. 

“Shh,” He nudges your nose with his, holding you still while he jackhammers into you from below. “You’re so fucking loud. Asking for me to get my ass kicked.” 

He slides you off his lap, his cock still inside you, and lays you down on the back seat. You grab at his shoulders, clinging to him as he hovers above you, looking even larger than usual crammed in the tight space. He uses one hand behind your knee to practically fold your body in half. He starts fucking you hard, until you can start to forget that he’s such an incredibly caring and sensitive person, too. 

“Sam,” You moan, gripping him by the roots of his hair to keep his face close to yours. The heavy eye contact is making every sensation in your body feel heightened, so sensual despite how fast and dirty it is, that you fear you might have to tell him you love him after this. 

“Need you to come, baby. Wanna come with you.” 

Chest heaving, his eyes are soft as they bore into yours. “Yeah? Tell me how much you want it, baby. Being so good and taking my cock so perfectly.” 

You actually don’t even need him to touch your clit, you can’t even tell him how badly you want it because you lose control. He’d been pounding into you so hard you couldn’t possibly hold it off a second longer. Your vision goes white, and you clutch him close, spasming around his cock while he keeps drilling into you. Your voice cracks, and he’s dropped so much of his weight onto you that you can barely breathe, but it's perfect because he’s all around you. You’re still cumming when he does, kissing you hard and sloppy while cumming deep inside you. 

He gives a few short, slow thrusts that have you giggling from the hypersensitivity. Then he’s kissing your cheek, his hand gripping your bare leg. “Bad girl. Cumming without me.” He says into your ear. 

“Close enough, right?” You give him big eyes and a little pout before pulling him in for a kiss, as if you hadn’t just been entirely satisfied. 

You nearly jump out of your skin when there’s a loud bang from the trunk of the car. 

“Oh, shit-” Sam groans, sliding you off his lap. You immediately start fumbling to put your top back on but you’re laughing. 

“I swear to fucking God, Sam,” Dean’s voice barks from way too close for comfort. “I’m going to open this door in 4 seconds, and if your fucking dick is out, I’m going to cut it the fuck off.” 

Having heard no threats against your person, you press a quick kiss to the corner of Sam’s mouth and take a last chance to run your hand over his chest. 

The steam rises in thick heavy curls, clinging to the tiled walls of the bathhouse like a physical weight, inside the Spa the silence is near total broken only by the rhythmic hollow drip of condensation hitting the surface of the pool.

The air is humid and smells faintly of minerals and cedar but even the warmth of the water can’t seem to reach the chill that has settled deep in your chest over the last seven days.

You sink deeper into the turquoise pool until the water laps at your chin watching the ripples spread out from your shoulders.

For a week you’ve carved out a quiet lonely space for yourself in Pelican Town avoiding the starlight of the saloon and the familiar path to Sam’s house, every time you close your eyes the image returns, sharp and unbidden, the quiet corner of the library and the low afternoon light catching the gold in Sam’s hair as he leaned in close to Penny.

They were laughing, that easy effortless sound that Sam makes when he’s truly happy and for a moment, they looked like a perfect closed circuit, a world you weren't part of.

Your mind is a chaotic mess of contradictions, you love him with a fierce terrifying intensity, you love the way his hair is never quite brushed right, the way he hums bass lines against your skin and the way he looks at you like you’re the only person who actually hears the music in his head.

But that love is exactly what makes the anger so jagged, it’s the kind of madness that comes from feeling replaceable, you wonder if you’re just another person in his orbit or if Penny -steady, kind, and bookish Penny- is the one who actually understands the parts of him that you can't reach.

The week of silence has been agonizing, you’ve wanted to reach for your phone a thousand times... to walk over to his window and throw a fuckin rock against the glass just to hear him say your name but the sting of that library scene holds you back, a stubborn barrier of pride and hurt.

You feel small in the vast echoing bathhouse, your thoughts spinning in circles as you try to reconcile the Sam who holds you like you’re precious with the Sam who looked so perfectly content in someone else’s company.

You close your eyes letting the heat of the water contrast with the cold realization that you don't know how to bridge this gap without breaking your own heart.

The steam obscures the doors, isolating you in a world of grey mist and blue water where the only thing you can hear is the frantic aching thrum of your own heart.

The heavy silence of the bathhouse suddenly fractures, it isn't a loud noise but it cuts through the mist like a blade, the unmistakable sound of the heavy door swinging open, followed by the wet rhythmic slap of bare feet against the heated tiles.

Your breath hitches, you don't turn around, you can’t, but your body betrays you, the frantic thrum in your chest skips a beat and then doubles its pace, even without looking your heart recognizes the cadence of that walk, it’s a purposeful stride lacking its usual bouncy energy and replaced by a heavy desperate determination.

The footsteps stop at the edge of the pool, for a long agonizing moment the only sound is the hiss of the steam, then the water beside you groans and swells.

Sam slides into the pool.

The displacement of the water sends a warm wave crashing against your chest forcing you to bob upward.

He doesn't say a word but the sudden proximity of him, the heat radiating off his skin and the familiar scent of his citrus shampoo mingling with the cedar air makes the atmosphere feel ten times heavier.

He settles into the turquoise depths just a few feet away, the water swirling between your bodies like a living thing.

You keep your gaze fixed on the far wall, your jaw set tight but you can feel his eyes on you, they are heavy, burning with a week’s worth of unspoken words and restless nights.

The tension in the water is thick enough to choke on, it’s a physical cord pulled taut between you, vibrating with everything you’ve been bottling up.

Out of the corner of your eye you see his blonde hair, darkened and dampened by the humidity mad clinging to his forehead, he sighs, a long shaky sound that ripples the surface of the pool and the sheer weight of his presence makes the perfect closed circuit of the library feel like it’s being forced open by his very existence.

He’s here, he found you... and the silence is about to break.

He cleared his throat, the sound rough and uncertain. "So," he starts, his voice cracking slightly before he tries to force that familiar playful lilt into his tone. "I guess this is where you’ve been hiding, and here I was thinking you’d moved to Zuzu City without telling me, you know the Spa is a pretty long walk just to avoid my terrible guitar practice right?"

He waits for the laugh or even a small annoyed huff... anything, but you remain like a statue, staring at the condensation dripping down the far tile, the joke hangs in the humid air, limp and pathetic before sinking into the water between you.

"Okay... bad joke, I get it," he mumbles, his voice dropping an octave, he edges closer, his shoulder almost brushing yours sending a small wake of warm water against your skin. "God... I’ve missed you, this week has been... I didn't realize how quiet the whole town could feel just because one person wasn't talking to me."

He reaches out, his hand dripping as it emerges from the pool to cup your cheek, his thumb brushes your skin with a tenderness that makes your heart ache and he leans in, his breath warm against your lips, eyes searching yours for an invitation to finally close the distance with a kiss.

You flinch away, turning your head so sharply it splashes.

His hand falls back into the water.

Your eyes sting, hot and traitorous as tears well up and threaten to spill, you wipe them away instantly with the back of a wet hand, a jagged angry movement.

"Hey," Sam says, his voice losing all its playfulness replaced by a raw genuine confusion. "Whoa! Hey! Talk to me! I thought you were just... I don't know busy? Tired? But you’re actually crying, what did I do? Just tell me what’s going on in that head of yours please, you’ve been like a ghost for a whole week and it’s killing me."

The dam finally breaks, you turn to him, your face flushed from the heat and the sheer force of the frustration boiling over.

"Oh! You're confused Sam? That’s weird," you snap, your voice trembling but sharp enough to echo off the high ceiling. "You wanna know why I’ve been a ghost? Maybe I just didn't wanna interrupt your study sessions with her, you seemed pretty occupied in the library all week, in fact you looked so happy I figured you wouldn't even notice I was gone."

Sam blinks, his brow furrowed as he stares at you completely lost. "The library? What are you... wait... Penny? You’re mad because I was at the library with Penny?"

"It wasn't just that you were 'there' Sam!" You cry out, the tears threatening to return. "It’s how you were there, I saw you! I saw the way you two were tucked away in that corner laughing and whispering over some book like the rest of the world didn't exist, you looked like a 'perfect closed circuit' Sam, like there was this whole side of your life, this easy quiet connection with her that I could never be a part of so I stayed away, I stayed away because it looked like you were doing just fine without me."

You were shaking now, your hands clenched into fists beneath the surface of the pool. "Every time I thought about calling you I just pictured you leaning in toward her and I felt... I felt replaceable, like I was just someone to hang out with until you went back to her."

Sam looks like he’s been struck, he reaches out again but this time he hesitates, his fingers hovering in the air. "Replaceable? You think I-" He breaks off, his head shaking in disbelief. "I was with Penny... yeah... but it wasn't... I mean... she’s just Penny, we were just talking, how could you think for one second that she could replace you?"

"Because you didn't tell me!" You shout, the sound echoing through the empty bathhouse. "You just disappeared into those sessions and left me to wonder why I wasn't the one making you laugh like that.”

The anger that had been keeping you upright finally collapses leaving only the raw jagged hurt underneath as a sob escapes your throat sounding small and broken against the vast echoing walls of the Spa.

You cover your face with your hands, your shoulders shaking as the tears you’ve been holding back for a week finally spill over hot and relentless mixing with the pool water on your skin.

"Oh god... no... hey! Look at me... please," Sam’s voice is frantic now, stripped of every bit of his usual cool, he didn't hesitate this time, he lunges through the water, the displacement creating a heavy swell that pushes against you as he closes the gap and wraps his arms around you, pulling your shaking body against his chest.

"It was the damn cornflowers," he blurted out, his chin resting on top of your head as he held you tight. "The cornflowers okay? That’s what we were doing."

You stiffen in his arms, your breath hitching, you pulled back just enough to look at him through blurred tear heavy lashes. "What?"

"I know how much you love them," he said, his eyes searching yours with a desperate kind of honesty. "I wanted to plant a whole patch of them near the farmhouse but I’m a disaster with anything that grows, I didn't wanna ask you and ruin the surprise so I went to Penny, she knows everything about flowers... we were looking at this old botany book because she was trying to show me how to keep them from wilting in the summer heat, that’s why we were tucked away, I was trying to be secretive so I wouldn't spoil it."

He reached up, his large calloused hands framing your face his thumbs working tirelessly to brush away the fresh tears, his touch so light and careful as if you were made of glass. "I had no idea it looked like that... I’m a fuckin idiot, I was so focused on getting this right for you that I didn't realize I was hurting you by being gone."

The silence of the Spa felt different now, less like a void and more like a sanctuary, Sam moved even closer, his legs tangling with yours beneath the surface, his body heat radiating through the water.

"This week has been hell," he whispered, his forehead dropping to rest against yours. "I’d go to the saloon and look for you and when you weren't there... the music sounded like noise, I’d walk past your place and see your light on and I’d just stand there in the dark wondering why the air felt like it was missing oxygen, I’ve missed your voice so much it actually physically hurts in my chest."

He took a shaky breath, his eyes fixed on your lips before meeting your gaze again with a fierce intensity. "Penny is an old friend, a sister, that’s it! There is no 'closed circuit' without you, you’re the one who hears the music I’m writing before I even play a note, you’re the only one I wanna make laugh, I’m not just 'doing fine' without you... I’m barely doing anything at all."

He leaned in, pressing a soft lingering kiss to your temple then another to your cheek tasting the salt of your tears, his hands drifted down to your waist pulling you flush against him in the warm pool.

The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, the way he looked at you with a mix of adoration and profound relief made the jealousy of the past week feel like a distant fading bad dream.

"Don't ever think you're replaceable," he murmured against your skin, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. "I’m so in love with you it scares me sometimes... I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life proving it if I have to just please... don't go quiet on me again.”

The weight of the misunderstanding finally lifted leaving you feeling breathless and light, you leaned your forehead against his, your hands resting on his wet shoulders.

"Sam... I’m so sorry," you whispered, your voice still thick from crying. "I should have just talked to you, I let my head go to these dark places and I... I should have communicated instead of just disappearing."

Sam shook his head immediately, his hands sliding from your face to pull you closer by your waist. "No, no, don't apologize baby, it’s okay! I should have been more careful, I never want you to feel like you’re on the outside of my life."

"But I was so stubborn," you insisted, looking up at him with regret. "I let a whole week go by while you were just trying to do something sweet for me."

Sam’s expression softened, a small lopsided smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, the one that always made your heart flip. "Hey! We’re both learning right? I'm just glad you're talking to me again, the silence was the worst part, I can handle you being mad at me but I can't handle you not being there."

As the words settled, the atmosphere in the Spa shifted, the emotional heavy lifting was done, leaving a vacuum that was quickly filled by the raw electric tension of a week’s worth of longing, the warmth of the water suddenly felt like it wasn't enough, you needed the heat of him.

Sam’s gaze dropped to your lips, his pupils blowing wide, the desperation he had been carrying all week suddenly surged to the surface, he didn't wait, he lunged forward, his mouth crashing against yours in a kiss that was hard, hungry and completely devoid of his usual gentleness.

It was a frantic collision, his hands -slick with water and heat- gripped your waist with a bruising strength pulling you flush against him until there wasn't a single inch of space left between your bodies.

You let out a soft moan into his mouth, your hands flying up to wrap firmly around his neck, fingers tangling in the damp golden hair at the nape of his neck to pull him even closer.

"God! I missed you," he groaned against your lips, the words muffled by the intensity of the kiss as he didn't break the contact, he couldn't, it was as if he was trying to breathe you in, to make up for every second of the last seven days in a single breath. "I missed you so much... it was driving me crazy."

His kisses became more demanding, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips until you parted for him, deepening the kiss into something soul searing, his touch became restless, his hands roaming upward from your waist, his palms hot against your skin as they traced the curve of your ribs.

Every touch was desperate, a silent plea for you to never leave again.

He pressed you back against the smooth edge of the pool, his body acting as a delicious weight that pinned you in place.

"I thought I was going to lose my mind," he rasped against your jaw, his voice vibrating deep in his chest. "Every time I saw something funny, I’d turn to tell you and you weren't there, I hated it, I hated every second of it."

"I'm here," you whispered, your voice breaking as you tilted your head back giving him better access to the sensitive column of your throat. "Sam I’m so sorry... I... hahh~... I'm not going anywhere."

He groaned, a low guttural sound that seemed to rumble through the water as his mouth found yours again, this kiss was even more demanding than the last, a messy desperate exchange of breath and heat.

You reached down, your fingers gliding over his damp skin until you could hook your legs firmly around his waist locking him into the cradle of your hips.

The shift in position pulled him flush against you and the sensation of his hardness pressing through his trunks against your center made your head swim.

Sam let out a choked sound of approval, his large hands sliding down to grip the undersides of your thighs holding you steady as he began to move.

He rocked his hips forward, a slow deliberate grind that forced a sharp gasp from your lungs, he was thick and heavy against you and the friction of the wet fabric between you was both a tease and a torture.

"Do you have any idea..." he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as he continued that agonizingly slow rhythm, "how many times I laid in bed this week just imagining this? Thinking about how you feel? How you taste?"

He moved again, a more forceful thrust of his hips that made you arch your back, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders.

You were so hungry for the contact, for the solid undeniable proof that he belonged to you, you tightened your legs around him pulling him even deeper into the friction, your own body seeking out the rhythm he was setting.

"More," you whimpered, the word lost in the curve of his neck. "Sam... please."

"I've got you," he breathed, his hands roaming back up to frame your face, his thumbs forcing you to look at him, his eyes were dark, clouded with a fierce possessive love. "I've got you baby, I'm never letting that silence happen again, I'm gonna spend the rest of the night making sure you know exactly who I belong to."

He crashed his lips back onto yours, his tongue sweeping inside to claim you once more as his lower body kept up that steady driving pressure.

The water around you churned, heated by the Spa and the skyrocketing temperature of your bodies as the steam swallowed the world and left only the two of you locked together in a desperate beautiful mess of forgiveness and fire.

The heat of the bathhouse was nothing compared to the fire spreading between your bodies, Sam’s movements became more rhythmic and urgent, his hips grinding against yours with a desperate pressure that had you clawing at his back.

The friction of your bodies moving together in the water created a heavy wet sound that echoed off the tiles fueling the hunger that had been building for seven long days.

"You're so beautiful," Sam groaned, breaking the kiss to bury his face in the crook of your neck, he began to trail hot wet bites along your collarbone, his stubble grazing your sensitive skin. "I missed this, I missed the way you smell, the way you feel... I was going crazy for you."

You threw your head back, your fingers tangling in his damp hair as you arched your chest toward him. "Sam please... don't stop… I… ahh!~... I missed you so much."

His hands -slick and steady- reached for the ties of your bikini top, with a quick practiced tug the fabric loosened and fell away, floating on the surface of the turquoise water.

Sam pulled back for a second, his breath hitching as he looked at you in the dim steamy light, the adoration in his eyes was thick enough to touch.

"God… you're perfect," he whispered before leaning down. " I'd rather die than to stay away for even one more second."

His mouth found your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple before he took the aching peak into his mouth, he sucked deeply, his tongue flickering against you as a loud shattered moan escaped your lips, echoing through the empty Spa.

You tightened your legs around his waist pulling him so close that there wasn't a breath of space left, your own hips beginning to grind back against him in an instinctive hungry search for more.

"I love the way you sound," Sam murmured against your skin, his voice vibrating through your chest, he moved to the other side, his hands sliding down to your ass to lift you higher ensuring every thrust of his hips met yours with perfect punishing friction.

The sensation was overwhelming, the contrast of the hot water against your backs and the searing heat of your skin meeting.

You felt every muscle in his thighs and back tensing as he worked to make up for lost time, your mind was a blur of sensation, the jealousy and the hurt had been completely replaced by an electric driving need to be one with him.

"Sam… nghh~… I'm... I'm so close," you gasped, your breath coming in short ragged bursts, you felt the tension building at the base of your spine, a coil that was ready to snap.

"Me too baby…haha… me too," he rasped, his voice sounding completely wrecked, he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming faster and more powerful, his hands gripping you with a possessive strength. "Look at me… open your eyes and look at me."

You opened your eyes to find him staring at you with a fierce raw intensity, he looked like a man who had finally found his way home.

"I love you," he choked out, his movements becoming frantic. "Only you… always you baby."

As he said the words he gave one final deep grind of his hips, his body shuddering violently, the physical sensation sent you over the edge.

You cried out his name, your head falling onto his shoulder as waves of pleasure crashed over you, your internal muscles clenching tightly.

Sam groaned your name into your ear, his own release hitting him so hard he had to bury his face in your neck to stifle a shout.

For several long minutes Sam didn't let go, he kept you locked in his arms, his chest heaving against yours as the steam continued to rise around you.

"I've got you," he whispered, his voice returning to its soft gentle lilt as he kissed your forehead. "I've got you… we're okay."

He pulled back just an inch, his blue eyes searching yours, softened by a vulnerability you rarely saw. "Are you still mad at me?" He whispered, his voice cracking. "Please tell me you’re not mad anymore, I can’t go back to how it was this morning."

You looked at him, seeing the genuine worry etched into his features and your heart finally fully thawed. "I'm not mad Sam," you breathed, reaching up to brush a damp strand of hair from his eyes. "I’m really not, I'm just sorry it took us this long to get here."

To prove it you leaned in and captured his lips again, this wasn't the frantic desperate collision from before, it was slow, deep and heavy with emotion.

Your tongues met with a rhythmic grace, tasting like the minerals of the water and the heat of the room, it was a kiss of total reconciliation, a promise that the gap had been closed.

After a long moment Sam broke the kiss just enough to murmur against your mouth. "God… I love you, do you wanna get out? We could head back to my place... or yours, just get home and spend the rest of the night in a real bed."

A mischievous spark flickered in your chest, you didn't move your legs from around his waist, instead you let your hand slip beneath the surface of the water, your palm gliding down the firm muscles of his stomach until your fingers wrapped around the heavy pulsing length of his cock.

He was still rock hard, his body refusing to settle even after the first climax.

Sam’s eyes blew wide, letting out a sharp ragged hitch of breath. "You think we can even make it to the door like this?" You teased, your thumb grazing the tip.

He groaned, his head falling back as his grip on your waist tightened until it was almost bruising. "I... I don't think I can walk… let alone get home," he rasped, his voice dropping into a low gravelly register. “This week was really the worst."

"I can help with that," you whispered, leaning in to kiss gently on his neck. " You can use me however you want baby.”

Sam let out a low growl, his hands moving with sudden focused intent as he reached down, in the privacy of the swirling steam he worked the rest of your swim clothes away letting them drift off into the shadows of the pool, he did the same for himself until there was nothing left between you but the warm mineral rich water.

He pulled you flush against him, the sensation of skin on skin sending a fresh jolt of electricity through you. "I love you so much," he muttered, his lips catching yours in a series of short bruising kisses. "I’m gonna make up for every single second of that last week, I’m gonna make sure you’re so exhausted you can’t even remember her name."

You arched your back, your chest pressing against his as you looked him dead in the eye, your voice a challenge and a plea all at once. "Then prove it Sam, prove to me that you're mine… All of you."

A dark possessive look took over his face, the look of a man who finally had exactly what he had been starving for. "I’m gonna do more than prove it," he whispered, his voice vibrating against your lips. "You’re the only one who has ever made me feel like this and I’m gonna spend the rest of this night reminding you that I don't breathe right unless you're right here."

You leaned forward, your lips catching his in a deep desperate seal while your hand moved beneath the water guiding him toward you.

The moment his tip brushed against your entrance, a synchronized moan broke from both your throats muffled by the pressure of the kiss but vibrating through your entire bodies.

Sam’s breath hitched as he took over with a sudden possessive surge of energy, he gently took your hand moving it from his member up to his neck, his fingers lacing through yours for a fleeting second before he gripped the edge of the pool to steady himself.

He guided himself inside you with agonizing slowness, inch by inch, stretching you open until you were completely filled.

Both of you gasped into the kiss, your tongues tangling as you sought more of each other, the sensation was overwhelming, after seven days of cold distance, the heat of your inner walls was almost too much to bear.

"I missed this so much," Sam rasped against your lips, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and raw need. "I missed how you feel... how perfectly you fit around my dick."

You pulled his head closer, your fingers digging into his damp hair as you buried your face in his neck. "Me too," you whimpered, your voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry Sam... I'm so, so sorry."

"Shhhh! I've got you baby," he whispered, his voice a low vibration against your skin. "I've got you."

He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, letting the friction build as the water swirled around your joined bodies.

You tightened your legs around his waist locking your ankles behind his back, urging him to go deeper, the week of silence had created a hollow ache in your chest and every time he pushed into you, that hole felt like it was finally being mended.

"More Sam… ah-huhh!~... Please… more!" You begged, your voice echoing off the tiled walls.

"Whatever you want baby," he groaned, his pace quickening as he abandoned all pretense of gentleness, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his mouth finding the sensitive skin there as he began to leave a trail of marks, dark possessive bruises on your neck and chest claiming you in the most primal way he knew how.

He shifted his angle slightly, lifting your hips higher in the water to target your g spot with a sharp upward tilt.

When he hit the mark, a loud shattered scream escaped your lips, your head tossing back as pleasure spiked through your entire nervous system.

"Sam! Oh god!... Sam… don't stop… you’re… ahhh!~... you're everything… you’re the only thing I want!" You cried out, your voice raw with honesty.

Sam’s eyes flared with a dark triumphant fire. "That's it," he growled, his voice thick with his own approaching peak. "Say it again… remind me you're mine."

He didn't wait for an answer, he reached up and pulled your face back to his for a hard bruising kiss that tasted of salt and desperation, his movements became frantic, a blurring rhythm of skin and water as he drove into you with a power that left you breathless making sure that every inch of you knew exactly where he belonged.

The isolation of the last week was gone, replaced by a connection so intense it felt like you were breathing the same air, your hearts beating in a frantic unified rhythm against the heat of the Spa.

The slow deep thrusts had vanished, replaced by a desperate driving pace that made the water splash violently against the pool's edge, Sam’s hands were no longer gentle, they gripped your hips with a possessive strength, his knuckles white as he anchored you to him.

"Sam… please," you gasped, your voice breaking as the tension inside you coiled tighter and tighter reaching a point of no return. "I’m so close... I can’t… I need you to…"

"I’ve got you baby," he rasped, his voice sounding completely wrecked. “I'm right here… give it all to me baby.”

He doubled his efforts, his hips snapping forward with a powerful relentless rhythm that hit that perfect spot every single time, he buried his face in your hair, his breath hot against your ear as he groaned your name like a mantra.

The friction, the heat of the water and the sheer emotional weight of the past week collided into a single sharp point of focus.

You let out a long shattered scream that echoed off the high ceiling of the bathhouse as your orgasm tore through you, it was violent and beautiful, waves of white hot pleasure radiating from where you were joined and pulsing through your entire body.

Your internal muscles clamped down on him in tight rhythmic pulses as you clung to his neck so hard your nails left crescents in his skin.

Sam didn't stop immediately, he slowed his movements gently rocking into you to prolong the sensations keeping you balanced on the edge of that peak for as long as possible, he was careful, eventually coming to a complete standstill so the sensitivity wouldn't turn into pain, his body still trembling with the effort of holding back his own release.

"That’s it… look at you," he whispered, his voice thick with adoration as he kissed your sweat dampened temple. "You’re so beautiful, you're so perfect for me."

But as the physical high began to settle, the emotional dam broke once again, sobbing breaths replaced your moans as you buried your face in his chest, hot tears mingling with the pool water on your cheeks.

Sam’s heart hammered against your ribs, he immediately pulled back, his eyes wide with sudden fear. "Baby? Hey what’s wrong?" He pulled you into a crushing hug, his arms wrapping around you like a shield. "Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry I didn't mean to…"

"No, no," you choked out, shaking your head against his shoulder as you held him tighter. "You didn't hurt me… I just... I love you so much… I'm so sorry I wasted… a whole week being mad... I missed you so much."

Sam let out a long shaky breath of relief, kissing the top of your head and rocking you gently in the water. "Come on, it's okay baby, we’re together now that’s all that matters, no more silence okay? I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere."

He tilted your chin up, his gaze soft and lingering before he leaned down for a slow sweet kiss, it started as a comfort, a way to anchor you but as your lips moved together the sweetness began to melt back into heat.

The taste of him, the feel of his skin and the realization that he was still incredibly hard inside you sent a fresh wave of desire through your nerves.

You pulled back just an inch, your breath hitching. "Sam... can you move again? Please?"

He blinked, his hands sliding down to your waist. "Are you sure? I don't wanna overdo it, I want you to be okay."

"I’m sure," you whispered, your voice growing steady and desperate as you tightened your legs around his waist making him feel how incredibly tight you are around him. "Please Sam... I wanna feel you again… I want you to cum inside me please."

Sam let out a low guttural groan, his eyes darkening as he felt the way you were squeezing him, he was aching, his body tight and strained from holding back for so long. "God… you’re so tight," he rasped, his voice dropping into that deep hungry register. "I don't think I could stop even if I wanted to."

He began to move again, his thrusts deep and heavy, the friction of your bodies in the water feeling even more intense than before, he felt every inch of you, the closeness making his head spin as he realized he finally had you back, not just in his arms but completely and utterly his.

Sam’s hands were slick and restless roaming over your back and waist as he pulled you closer, his mouth devouring yours in a kiss that tasted of salt, minerals and a week’s worth of starved affection.

"I want you to cum again baby," Sam rasped against your lips, his voice trembling with a raw masculine hunger. "I wanna feel you come apart for me again… Please."

"Yeah... yeah please Sam," you whimpered, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you sought the friction he was offering. “I'll do baby… Ahh!~ I will!”

He didn't wait, while his lower body maintained a punishing driving rhythm he reached down between you, his hand finding you through the warm water, he began to rub your clit with a firm relentless pressure that sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core.

You let out a muffled scream into the kiss, your body bucking against him, when you tried to pull back, your head tossing from the sheer intensity of the sensation, Sam wouldn't let you.

He wrapped a hand around the back of your head, lacing his fingers through your damp hair to hold you steady deepening the kiss until you were breathless.

"I've got you," he growled into your mouth, his own control fraying at the edges. "I'm so close... god… I'm sorry… I'm losing it… I can't hold back…"

"S’okay," you gasped, your voice shattered and desperate. "Don't hold back… hahh!~... Please Sam… more… give me more."

That was the breaking point, Sam let out a guttural sound abandoning your clit to focus entirely on the raw driving power of his thrusts, he gripped your thighs lifting you slightly higher to change the angle and began to move with a speed and force that made the water splash over the edges of the pool.

The wet rhythmic slap of your bodies meeting echoed through the bathhouse punctuated by your loud uninhibited moans.

"I'm… I'm right there," Sam choked out, his eyes blown wide and dark with sweat dripping from his brow. "I'm so close baby… I'm gonna-... ah fuck~...”

"I wanna feel you," you cried out, your legs locking even tighter around his waist, your heart hammering against his. "I wanna feel you… cumming inside me Sam!... Please!"

The command broke whatever was left of his restraint, he moved even faster, a blurring rhythm of skin and heat.

You were both moaning loudly onto each other's lips, your mouths meeting in short bruising kisses whenever you could catch a breath.

With one final deep agonizingly powerful thrust Sam lost himself, he let out a loud wrecked groan that echoed off the tiles as he came inside you, the force of his release so intense it felt like he was pouring his very soul into you, it was a hard pulsing orgasm that racked his entire frame, his muscles locking tight as he held himself deep within you.

The sheer intensity of his climax, the heat, the pressure and the raw emotion of it sent you over the edge for a third time, you let out a long high pitched cry, your body shuddering in a violent beautiful sequence of contractions that seemed to go on forever.

Sam didn't stop kissing you though his movements had finally stilled, he peppered your face, your neck and your shoulders with frantic messy kisses, he tried to tell you he loved you but the words were lost to his ragged gasping breath.

“I... love... god..." He managed, his voice trailing off into a series of spent shaky moans.

You stayed like that for a long time, held together by the lightness of the water and the strength of Sam’s arms, you were completely spent, your bodies heavy and glowing with a deep warm satisfaction.

The silence of the Spa was no longer cold or distant, it was warm, intimate and filled with the sound of two hearts finally beating in time again.

The week of hurt had been burned away, leaving only the quiet beautiful reality of being back where you belonged.

You rested your head on Sam’s shoulder, your breath finally evening out as the water lapped gently against your skin.

Sam’s arms were still anchored firmly around you, his hands tracing slow mindless patterns across your back as if he was rememorizing the feel of you.

"You okay?" He whispered, his voice low and gravelly vibrating against your ear, he pulled back just enough to look at you, his thumb gently catching a stray drop of water on your cheek.

"Better than okay," you murmured, offering him a small tired smile, the week of heartache felt like it happened in a different lifetime. “I'll always be okay as long as I'm yours."

Sam sighed, resting his forehead against yours. "I mean it baby, I'm gonna be more mindful, I never want you to feel like you have to hide away or that there’s any part of my life you aren't welcome in, if I’m doing something stupid, which let's face it happens a lot just tell me, I'd rather have you yell at me than have this silence again."

"I will," you promised, reaching up to tangle your fingers in the damp golden hair at the nape of his neck. "No more disappearing."

Eventually the cooling water signaled it was time to move, Sam helped you toward the steps of the pool, his hand never leaving yours.

In the dressing room the transition back to the real world felt soft and hazy, you were still a bit shaky but Sam took over with a quiet focused tenderness.

He grabbed a heavy towel wrapping it around your shoulders and pulling you into him to rub the dampness from your skin.

He moved with a slow domestic care drying your back and helping you pull your clothes on over your skin and even kneeling to help you with your shoes, he treated you like something precious, like something he had almost lost and was now determined to protect.

"Wanna take a shower?" He asked, his hands lingering on your waist as he looked up at you. "Wash this sex filled water off?"

You leaned down pressing a soft kiss to his nose. "Yeah... but can we go to my place please? I just wanna be home with you."

Sam’s expression softened into that lopsided grin you loved so much. "Sure thing baby, anywhere you want." He stood up, pulling his own hoodie over his head and grabbing your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours.

As you stepped out of the Spa and into the crisp night air of Pelican Town the stars seemed to shine a little brighter over the mountain.

The walk home was quiet but it was a full comfortable silence, the kind that didn't need words to bridge the gap.

Sam kept you tucked close to his side, his thumb stroking the back of your hand the entire way.

The "perfect closed circuit" hadn't been him and Penny after all, it was right here, in the rhythmic sound of your footsteps hitting the dirt path together heading toward a warm house and a long peaceful night where the only thing that mattered was that he was yours… and you were home.