#Samuel Drake smut

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A Brief Encounter

{Sam Drake x F!Reader Smut}

You’d agreed not to give each other gifts this year, but after a rather crass Secret Santa gift from Sam at his brother’s Christmas party, it’d be rude not to return the favour. So, when he subtly beckons you to meet him into his brother’s airing cupboard, you’re all too happy to accept the invitation.

a/n: this isn't the best, and christmas is pretty much done and dusted, but i'm a bit low and it helped to write this, so I hope you enjoyyy!!

Word Count: 5.3k

WARNINGS: 18+, unprotected p in v, oral (f&m), friends with benefits type beat, erring on the 'too much' side of pining, but that's how i roll so sorry if that's not your jam. I have NOT proof read this fully, so there are bound to be mistakes but I am OVER it. Enjoy, lovelies x

Curiosity and anticipation mingle as you slip into the cramped space, closing the door as slowly and as discreetly as possible. You down the remainder of your amaretto and coke, placing the glass beside Sam as you wince at the unmixed alcohol that coats your tongue.

The moment the latch clicks, the same smirk he’d given you from across the room mere minutes ago returns as he swallows a mouthful of beer. "Fancy meeting you here," he quips, his voice low and provocative, the red tinsel draped over his shoulders offsetting a warm glow over his face. You don’t want to take him seriously.

“I’ve got a bone to pick with you.” You scoff, leaning against the dryer as you’re enveloped by the smell of detergent and clean linen. “Crappy wrapping, tacky gift. I should’ve known you were my Secret Santa the moment it was handed over.”

“Alright, I can’t excuse the wrapping, but, I’ll have you know that these,” He removes a hand from the counter, pulling the offending garment from where it’s poking out of your skirt's pocket, catching you off guard and eliciting a quiet yelp from you as he slingshots the material against your forearm.

“Ow!” You attempt to smack his hand, but his reflexes are quick, and he swipes it out of reach just in time, placing a finger over your lips.

“Keep your squawking down.” He warns with a slightly sardonic half-smile, shaking his head towards the door. “These were not cheap. I don’t scrimp on my favourite girl.” He holds them up to the small lamp on the shelf behind him and you blush a little. “Plus, I just know it’s gonna look fantastic on you.” He shrugs, smug, and satisfied.

You roll your eyes, smirking as you adjust your volume. "Really, though, Samuel? ‘Ho ho ho’? A thong? Real smooth.”

His response accompanies a smug grin. "Well, I had to get you something that matches your…” He holds his beer just shy of his lips as he mulls over his thoughts for a second, “You.”

You snort in response, folding your arms as your brows raise, the two of you locking metaphorical, and very flirtatiously charged horns. “Oh! Well, in that case, we’ll have to get you a matching pair!”

He chuckles into his beer bottle, taking a swig before placing it beside him. He goads you with his look- a soft furrow of his brows that says ‘elaborate’.

“Dragging me into your brother’s airing cupboard in the middle of his impeccably planned Christmas party? Hardly the behaviour of someone who isn’t a… ‘ho ho ho’ themselves.” You feel yourself stifle a giggle- what a stupid conversation.

Ah, who gives a shit. You’re both tipsy, and you both know what’s about to happen.

Sam licks the remnants of his beer off of his lips, pushing himself away from the counter with an amused grin. His smug smile, a silent agreement, sets the stage for what both of you have been dancing around all night. The atmosphere becomes charged, filled with unspoken needs that have lingered in stolen glances and exchanged banter amongst a crowd of drunken acquaintances and giddy friends.

“You must be sorely mistaken, gorgeous.” He starts as his hands brace themselves onto the dryer, gently caging you in. “I wanted to help out my little brother by… folding towels. You know- keep him in the wife’s good books.”

In the intimate, shrunken space of the airing cupboard, the atmosphere thickens as his joke hangs between Sam and you, a veil of playfulness concealing the underlying, and oh so mouth-watering tension that’s coarsening your skin with goosebumps.

“Folding towels. That’s what we’re calling it now?” You grin, though your voice takes on a slightly lower tone as he leans over you. God, he smells fantastic.

The slight wrinkle in his navy t-shirt is a telltale sign that he’s obviously pulled it straight from the dryer and thrown it on as he left his apartment; but that damn jacket. Recently washed, yes, but never rid of that tinge of cigarette smoke that’s practically woven its way into the denim by now; a little aftershave spritzed over it as to not cause offence to those that despise his poor habit, accompanied by… him; A gentle amber muskiness diluted by the subtle red fruit scent that’s interwoven itself into him during his winter period of reluctant domesticity.

“Shame you’ve not got these on now, ya know.” He takes another look at the thong before abandoning it on the top of the washer, re-assuming his position over you. “Red’s definitely your colour. Always has been.”

His eyes make a show of their journey up and down your frame, and much to your own chagrin, you feel your face heat up even more. You should be used to this by now. Your little arrangement has been going on for almost a year. Yet every time, he’s got you blushing like a high school kid with a crush on their teacher.

Sam grins, shoulders jolting with a chuckle as he watches the redness spread across your cheeks.

“Aw. See? Adorable.”

“Stop it.” You chide, head turning to the side as you try to hide the consistent blush bleeding across your face. As if his ego needs to be given any more fuel.

“Stop what?” He smirks, knowing full-well what you mean. You frown. “Ohhh.” He over exaggerates, grinning wide as his head flops sideways in search of your face. “Making you blush? Doesn’t take much, does it?”

“No. I’m not gonna stop.” Sam's smug smile lingers, a subtle spark in his eyes made visible by the warm glow of the lamp. The air crackles with anticipation as he leans in, his lips brushing yours with a teasing tenderness that makes your hairs stand on end. His eyes are sly, and of course seductive, provoking you to lean in and close the gap. He’s offering the illusion of a situation where you get to take charge.

But he’s done this before, and things never go that way.

Not that you mind, of course.

Each passing second adds fuel to the simmering fire as you feel his thumbs grace your wrists at either side of you. You hold steady, your eyes narrowing towards his in a sort of stand off. You’re not going to cave first.

Though… it’s becoming more and more of a challenge as he leans further into you, your back pressed hard against the edge of the dryer as he imposes fully on your personal space. You can feel how hard he is through his jeans.

His head dips down, and you feel light stubble scratch against your jaw as he laughs softly, yet there’s still an undeniable smugness to it that makes your hands go clammy. “I intend to keep that blush of yours nice an’ vibrant for the foreseeable, sweetheart.”

And just like that, you’re butter in his hands. Melted butter, mind you- it’s fucking boiling in here.

You mutter a quiet “fuck sake” in a poor attempt at saving face, but as his lips press against the spot just beneath your ear, you know things are about to progress quickly- just like they always do when the two of you are alone. A few more pecks down your neck, and you breathe in; your nipples rub against your bra, and you exhale shakily as his teeth come into play. Sam removes his hands from your wrists, respectively taking a hold of your waist and your hair, keeping you pressed against him as he reddens your neck, bit by bit, and- God- the sight of him still wearing that jacket is making you feel like you’re in the depths of a furnace. He’s not even breaking a sweat. Bastard.

You find your hands weaving underneath the sherpa, clawing at his dark tee ’til you reach his shoulders. You tuck your hands underneath, and as if telepathy exists, he shunts the jacket off, along with the tinsel, lips still trailing a series of small bruises along your neck.

They fall to the floor, buttons clack-clattering against the washer behind him- dangerously loud whilst whatever song is playing outside seems to be in the midst of a quiet bridge- and you both break apart to stare at the door, wide-eyed and breathing heavily.

After a few butterfly-inducing seconds, a new song starts and someone whoops loudly- you’re safe.

Sam looks back at you with a relieved smile. It’s too innocent and uncharacteristic, so you push him off of the diving board, straight into the deep end; fingers tugging him down to your level by the scalp, using his slight moment of surprise to shove him back into the washer as your lips find his.

Sam's hands trace a path of yearning along your back; they dive under your tacky ‘tinsel tits’ sweater in search of skin, and as his calloused, scarred hands meet the smooth softness of your back, he hums quietly into you, as if he’s checked something off of a to-do list. You take it upon yourself to tick off another, and your free hand reaches down to give him a teasing squeeze through his jeans.

You both smirk in tandem, but as you one-handedly pull out his t-shirt’s French-Tuck- his lazy attempt at sprucing himself up- and your dexterous fingers unhook his belt buckle in one fell swoop, his smirk falters slightly.

Smugness now replaced by an urgent need, he pulls you tighter against him, and the air becomes charged with the electricity of your concealed connection as you unbutton his jeans. Your hand snakes past the zipper, thumb testing the waters with a teasing stroke over the fabric of his boxers as you push your tongue into his mouth. He tastes of nicotine that’s been drowned in alcohol, Nathan’s experimental lebkuchen, and a stick of cheap gum, and as your hand wraps around him completely, you cannot get enough.

Sam fights against your tongue with his own, brows scrunching every so often as you slowly pump his cock in your palm. Shutting him up is always pleasant, and always rare, so you savour every second, watching as a flush of his own begins to make an appearance across his cheeks. Two can play at that game, you think to yourself, your core seizing in anticipation.

A wandering hand squeezes at your ass under your skirt, and as you roll your thumb over his tip, you pull your lips from his, making sure to take in the sight of his growing arousal. You smile knowingly, your other hand freeing his hair so your thumb can swipe away saliva from his lips. You give him a gentle peck, made teasing by the smirk that accompanies it before you pull away from him and crouch slightly.

Pushing up his t-shirt a little, your smirk deepens as you take in the quick rise and fall of his stomach as he breathes fast in expectancy. You kiss him; a soft, open-mouthed peck over each scar, tongue rolling across the hair trailing along his belly, down lower, and lower, fingers pulling aside the waistband of his jeans.

Sam’s hands find purchase on the edge of the washing machine, eyes transfixed on you as you expose him, jeans pulled down just enough to give you access, but still modest enough for any hasty getaway that may be required.

You lower yourself fully to your knees, and the temperature is too much now. You pull off your sweater, placing it gently aside as you twist your hair into a makeshift pony, throwing it over a shoulder. He’s well-groomed. It’s almost as if he knew this was going to happen.

“Don’t be too quiet.” You look up at him. “I love hearing my pretty boy lose his composure.” You smile innocently, taking him in your hand again.

“Shut ya mouth. Calling’ me shit like that.” He laughs in response. The way his cheeks take on a soft pink hue sets you aflame; it’s evidence that his annoyance his feigned. He likes being called ‘shit like that’.

You giggle quietly, tongue licking a stripe up from his balls to his tip, before you let spit roll over your lower lip and onto him as Sam looks down at you with a neediness he’s only ever let you see. You move painfully slowly, lips parting enough to pull his head into your mouth, hands finding the outside of his thighs. He’s tense with anticipation, and your hands squeeze, before your throat envelopes his cock as far as you can take him.

Cheeks hollowed, you slowly retract, making him hiss as you gently graze your bottom teeth against his frenulum, before you retract completely.

“Do that again.” He breathes, knuckles pale.

“Ask nicely.” You grin, opening your mouth a little, hovering just in front of him.

“Christ.” He mutters, unable to wipe away his smile as he shakes his head, eyes closed. “Do that again, please.”

“Good boy.”

“Will you stop callin’ me th-ah-at, fuck!” He cuts himself off as you repeat the action, this time drawing a bead of salty-sweetness from him. You hum in satisfaction, feeling your own slick between your thighs as his hand instinctively grabs a hold of your hair.

As the next minute progresses, you hear Sam’s breathing gradually grow slightly more erratic, his hand unsteadily pushing your hair out of your face as the pace builds. Every now and then you flick your eyes upwards, relishing in the way he swallows in want, hips twitching occasionally as you involve your teeth- his breathy little pants make you want to keep this up forever, but you crave more.

You move particularly deep, and he bucks up; you feel him hit the back of your throat and you gag, eyes beginning to water instantly. You slide him out of your mouth as you take in air, and whilst it takes a whole lot of willpower for him not to push himself back into your throat, he instead tucks himself away and comes down to your level with an apology and a chuckle, cupping your jaw as you pull yourself together.

“Hate it when you do that.”

“It’s a good thing I did,” He breathes, “Don’t think this would’ve lasted as long as I’d want it to if you kept going.”

You laugh whilst Sam’s eyes follow the trickle of drool slowly rolling down your chin. He’s suddenly in a world of his own, barely registering what you’re saying before his tongue gathers the spit off of your skin, pushing it back into your mouth, your back hitting against the cool metal of the dryer as he kisses you; stubble grazes almost painfully against your face, but you don’t give a shit. Sam takes a rushed pause to rest his forehead against yours as he looks down at your chest; heaving, ripe for the picking.

You can only squeak as he grabs hold of you, hoisting you to your feet before propping you back up onto the top of the dryer. You almost fall back from the haste of it all, but with his hands on your lower back, you’re relatively stable again.

You groan as his hands grab your breasts, kneading them with a ferocity that sends your pulse skyrocketing. His eyes flit to yours, and he gives you an warning grin before his hands snake behind you and unhook your bra. You gasp, mildly irritated that he’d expose you so thoughtlessly whilst you’d taken every care to preserve him from any embarrassment that could occur from an innocent party-goer accidentally infiltrating the unlocked airing cupboard.

“These are magnificent.” He preens, and you roll your eyes with a scoff.

“You’re acting like you’ve never seen them before.”

“Been a while. God.”

“Did you just lick your lips? What are you, fourteen?”

“Look, doll, you know me. I’m a simple guy. I see a good pair’a tits, and I start to salivate. Now shut up.”

You huff in amused shock, but as Sam’s tongue goes for your nipple, you force yourself to swallow down a small gasp. A lick turns into a suck, which turns into a bite, and you have to cover your mouth to stop yourself from yelping out in pained pleasure as his teeth apply pressure to the sensitive spot, tugging as he looks up at you deviously. He lets go, and you let out a sharp breath, glaring at him.

“Are you trying to get us caught?” You chastise, panting a little as he pinches your neglected nipple, the roughness of his thumb and forefinger making you squeeze your thighs together in response to the action.

He gives you a toothy grin, pupils blown out; eyes darkened by impertinence as he chooses not to respond. God, he drives you mad.

As Sam takes a moment to look at you again, his smugness gives way to an unseated hunger, his lips briefly seeking yours again with a precision born of familiarity. He smooths his hands up your legs, pulling his lips away, eyes flitting between each one as he squeezes your thighs.

And all of a sudden, your heart is palpitating hard. You’re soaked- that much is certain, but you’re also slightly afraid of the concept of him stripping you completely bare without so much as a lock from keeping you from being walked in on. Perhaps you should’ve thought this through. Perhaps you shouldn’t be-

“Sam!” You whisper-yell as the ripping of fabric snatches you from your thoughts.

“I’ll buy you a new pair.” He replies, completely unbothered by your reaction, the new hole torn into your tights right between your thighs giving him an almost completely unrestricted view he’s been waiting for. “Jesus Christ. Haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re wet through.”

“I will kick you.”

“Nah, you won’t.” He shoots a complacent grin up at you, before hooking his arms around your thighs and pulling you to the edge of the dryer with a quick yank that has your eyes widen momentarily.

You sigh shakily, bracing yourself on your forearms as he comes back to antagonise your chest.

Your gaze fixes on Sam, who looks up at you with a teasing smile as he pushes your thigh aside, deft tongue swirling and flicking around your nipple in a way that makes your lips part with quickened breaths; the signalling of your growing want couldn’t possibly get any clearer. The playful glint in his eyes mirrors the deriding movement of his lips, and for a moment, the laughter, music, and clinking glasses outside the intimate space you’re sharing muffles into the background.

His fingers, warm and skilful, navigate the contours of your skin through your thin tights with a gentle caress. The intention is clear—a slow, tantalising exploration that builds mutual desire with every inch of you that’s covered, and as he finally strokes a thumb over your covered core, sending a soft mewl spilling from your lips, a switch flips in his brain. Playfulness starts to deepen into a smouldering gaze, reminding you of his undeniable hunger beneath the friendship on the surface. As he pulls aside the material and starts to coat his fingers in your slick, it’s all too clear that his movements are deliberate, each touch purposeful, as if he's savouring the anticipation as much as the final destination.

He wants you. But he wants you to need him more. Sam wasn’t lying when he said you’re his ‘favourite girl’.— he adores you, and he wants to give you everything he can through his body that he can’t bring himself to give you through caged in commitment. As a result, he’s not afraid to take his time- time to pretend that this is more than the ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement you’d forged way back when. He doesn’t give anyone else this kind of time. He doesn’t want to.

You're caught between the thrill of the unexpected and the familiarity of Sam's touch. Every stroke and every red blotch left on your skin feels like a shared rebellion against the constraints of everything else life has to offer. He bites you again, and you buck your hips in response, brows furrowing as a quiet hiss pushes through your teeth. Your nails claw against the edge of the dryer, and as he effortlessly slides two fingers knuckle deep inside you, your grip falters slightly.

The hand on your waist tightens, and one of yours goes for the back of his head. You tangle your fingers into his hair, head rolling back as you try to stop yourself from moaning. He hooks his fingers, rubbing back and forth against your sweet spot in quick, repetitive motions, whilst his thumb flicks against your clit. Your breathing grows heavier, and you struggle to keep quiet as he releases your nipple from his mouth with a gentle ‘pop’.

The fire in your lower belly is burning stronger with each passing second, and you clasp your lip between your teeth as he adds a third digit— the stretch forcing a groan bubbling out of your throat as he laughs softly at the sight of you leaking onto the back of his hand. This time you’re unable to keep it down.

You’re sopping, and so damn tight at this angle— Sam feels his cock twitch with need as he feels you contract around him, the sensation of your nails scratching gently against his scalp, tugging at the roots of his hair giving him goosebumps of his own. He loves the way you sound; the wetness, your unsteady breathing, and your quiet, raspy little moans— even more so knowing that you’re trying and failing to restrain yourself.

“Ohh— shit.” you gasp as his thumb speeds up, stimulating your clit to the point where your breath gets caught in your throat. You’re not far from the edge, but he’s not ready for that yet. Neither are you.

Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of you, and you exhale, a desperate look in your eyes as the emptiness hurts.

He presses his forehead to yours, gently nudging his nose against yours in a display of affection that forces a shy smile from you. His eyes flit to your lips, and back up to your eyes, and just before you take it as a silent invitation to kiss him, his hand is brought up from between your thighs. Your cheeks heat up at the sight of his glistening fingers as he hovers them just in front of your chin.

“Open up.” He whispers, lips tugged into a cocky half-smile. You’re more than happy to oblige, and as your lips part, he slides two slick-covered fingers into your mouth, your tongue lapping up the sticky sweetness as he fixates on your mouth for a moment.

Without so much as looking back up at you, he mutters “My turn.”

As you continue to taste yourself on his skin, Sam gets to his knees, free hand holding a thigh to one side before it moves aside the soaked material of your underwear again.

“So so pretty.” He mutters, voice gruff, eyes ravenous as he takes in the sight of you; glistening, ready. All for him. All because of him. He leans in, hand keeping you exposed as he pulls his fingers from between your lips, instead choosing to keep you wide open for him. His tongue scoops you up, from the bottom of your folds up to your swollen clit, and you shudder, fingers instinctively tightening in his hair as you look down at him.

Sam goes again, this time sucking the sensitive bud in order to draw out a noise from you. You hum; high pitched and needy, leaning your coccyx against the dryer as you spread your legs open a little further.

He groans into you, fingers digging into the fullness of your thighs as his tongue moves; slow and deliberate, as if every stroke, every lick, every bite is a carefully composed note in a well-practiced symphony. The taste of you spurs him on, and through the feeling of your thighs involuntarily tightening around his head as he begins to devour you like you’re the first meal he’s eaten in days, and the slight tug you give his hair every few seconds, a blend of mischief and longing and lust takes him over.

You’re a mess, flustered, muffled moans and curses spilling into your hand, your bare chest heaving as he becomes more unrestrained; he can’t get close enough to you, his nose rubs against your clit while his tongue snakes inside you, pretty, dark eyes flicking up to see the effect that he’s having on you every so often.

You could do this all day. So could he. But you’re approaching your peak far too quickly, and whilst his tongue feels wonderful, you want more. You want him inside you when you finish— you want him to feel what he’s done to you in the most intimate way possible.

“Sam?” You rasp, tugging at his hair slightly harder. “F-fuck, Sam, s—stop.” You tug a little harder, and you whimper as you feel his breath fan over you as he reluctantly allows you to pull him away from your sensitive cunt.

He swallows, chest heaving as he takes in air. “You okay?” He asks, brows furrowed, nose, lips, and chin coated in a glistening layer of your arousal. You have to give yourself a moment to take it in. This is far from the first time you’ve seen him like this, but each time you do, you feel yourself fall in deeper. You nod, hand moving to the back of his neck, drawing him into you. Your lips press against his again, and as his tongue dives into your mouth, sharing with you the tangy sweetness he’s obsessed with, you pull his cock into his other hand. Your thumb smooths over the dribble of pre-cum that’s seeping out of him, and you pump him in your hand a few times just to feel how hard he is. He huffs out through his nose as you squeeze him gently, and as you rub him against your dripping pussy, his arms tighten around you.

You line him up, edging yourself forwards just enough for his tip to breach you, and as he swallows down a quiet moan, you peel your mouth from his and get him to look at you. “You know I love you, right?” You breathe, thumb stroking the bridge of his nose as he looks at you with parted lips.

“I know you love me.” He says, just a little louder than a whisper. He pushes into you, a cuss sighed into your neck as he tucks his head beside you. You swallow a moan as he stills, nestled into you as deep as he can, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as he gives you a moment to adjust, and him to embrace.

You laugh, quiet and breathy into the shell of his ear. “I know you do.” You say, pressing a kiss just behind his ear as he drags himself part-way out of you. He rocks himself back into you, hips rolling gently as he begins to build a gentle rhythm. He doesn’t want to come just yet. He wants to savour this. To enjoy this perfect glimpse into the normal life he’s never wanted. He loves you. He loves you so much, but he can’t give you everything you want, so you both settle for stolen moments like these.

He quickens the pace ever so slightly, and as he continues to litter the delicate skin of your neck with deep pink nips and wet speckles your eyes close. You cradle his head in your arms as his thrusts grow a little harsher, and he hums out soft, vulnerable moans that make his closeness to his peak all the more evident.

“So good t’me.” He murmurs into your neck as he slots a hand between you, blindly searching for your clit with shaky fingers.

You cry out into his shoulder as he finds it, and you cling onto him with all of your might as he fucks you with more intensity with each passing second.

He grips onto your lower back as he continues to groan into your neck— he pulls you into him with such intensity that every small bruise developing on your chest is stimulated as your tits are crushed harshly against his t-shirt.

Sam goes deeper, sweeter, and your eyes water as he squeezes your clit almost desperately. You grunt, the coil in your abdomen tightening and tightening with each passing second, eyes squeezing shut as he gives up concentrating on your neck, collapsing into the crook of it altogether.

He breathes heavily, grunting as you bite into his shoulder to suppress a scream as you completely lose yourself. You convulse in his arms, your pussy spasming around his cock as you feel your orgasm crash over you, muffled expletives and Sam’s name spilling mindlessly from you as you feel nothing but white hot pleasure. The coil releases, and you fall limp in his grasp as you begin to milk his own orgasm out of him.

“G—God,” He groans, hand snatched from between you as he braces himself against you. He keeps moving as you feel hot ropes of cum fill you, leaning back just enough to see it dribble out of you and onto him.

He stills, foreheads touching again as you catch your breath. You feel his eyebrows scrunch and unscrunch as his breathing slowly becomes steadier, and the intensity of your respective climaxes dim into a soft afterglow.

You feel a hand stroke against your jaw, and he huffs out a laugh as you smile.

“Hi.” He whispers.

“Hey.” Your responding laugh quickly dissipates into a wince as he slides out of you.

He sniffs, with a smile to mirror your own. “Perhaps I should’ve gotten you a towel instead of that thing.” He shakes his head towards the Secret Santa gift lying abandoned on the washer behind him, and you snort.

“Hmm. I mean you could always use them as a cum rag.”

“Love it when you talk all ladylike.” He jokes. “Christmas isn’t over til New Years, the way I see it, so you’ve got plenty of time to model them for me before they’re allowed to be used for something so…menial.”

You shove him playfully, hopping off of the dryer, legs wobbling slightly as you get used to being on the ground again. He throws you your bra and sweater, which you throw on as he relocates his jacket.

You rake your fingers through your hair in hopes that it still looks relatively presentable and suitably covers your thoughtfully gifted hickey-patchwork, before you swipe up the thong and walk over to the door.

“Gonna... take a stealth walk to the bathroom.” You clear your throat, smiling as you rest a hand over the handle.

He nods in response, a half, and slightly coy smile on his lips. As you twist the handle, he gets your attention with a quick “Hey”.

You turn, raising an expectant brow. He clears his throat, nodding as if he’s reassuring himself about something.

“You… you know I love ya too, yeah?”

You smile, taking in the slight nervousness in his eyes. “I know you do. Despite these.” You swing the red monstrosity around your finger before bunching it up and shoving it into your skirt pocket. You give him an endearingly sweet wink, opening the door slowly, exposing the room to the bass boost of Nate’s festive playlist and someone’s dreadful karaoke attempt.

“See you out there?”

He chuckles as he watches you check that the coast is clear. God, he adores you.

“See you out there.”

*

I love him a normal amount.

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Sam drags you to the middle of nowhere. Again. As you stomp through some godforsaken rainforest in search of god knows what, you reconsider all of your life choices. The air is sticky and thick with humidity, and sweat drips from your brow.

“You know, I thought we would’ve been retired after all that Libertalia business,” you grumble, glaring at Sam’s back as he leads you. 

“We both agreed to do this job, princess,” he retorts, paying your tone no mind. 

“Well, if I would’ve known we were going to be lost in the middle of a jungle, I would’ve said no.”

Sam halts and you nearly run into his back. He turns to face you, a scowl replacing his normal laid-back demeanor. “You were the one with the map. If you were paying more attention then we wouldn’t be here right now,” he snapped, pointing a finger in your direction. 

You clench your fists at your sides and grit out, “We agreed on what path to take.”

“Well that was assuming you had a sense of direction, but I guess we’re both wrong.” 

You flush with embarrassment and anger. Sam’s jaw tightens as he runs a hand through his hair, sighing. You turn, attempting to keep your composure. The jungle is clearly getting to both of you and arguing isn’t helping your situation. 

Sam takes a deep breath, “I’m sorry, princess. That wasn’t fair.” 

You bark out a laugh, “No, but you’re right.”

He steps forward and wraps his arms around you, his strong chest presses firmly against your back. He kisses your cheek, “We’re in this together, remember?” 

You nod, leaning your head back against the crease of his shoulder. He presses featherlight kisses against your neck, always quick to apologize when he realizes he hit a nerve. 

You turn your head and close the gap between you. You can’t stay mad at him forever, especially when his apologies are so satisfying. His hands creep upward and cup your chest and you squeak against his lips. 

He grins against you before letting his hands wander, squeezing and kneading wherever he can to get those needy little noises out of you. Sam slips his tongue past your lips, groaning at the taste of you. 

You pull away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. Sam pouts, just for a moment. You turn in his embrace so you face him and press a chaste kiss to his lips before slowly sinking to your knees. 

“I want to taste you,” you purr, almost begging, as you rub his thighs. 

He looks at you through his lashes and gives a nod. Quick and clumsy fingers reach up to undo his belt. The clinking of the metal was music to your ears. Sam’s hands clench at his sides as you slowly pull his zipper down, desperate for something to steady himself. You slide a hand up to lift up his shirt and graze your fingers over the taught skin on his abdomen. You drag your hand downward and plunge it under the waistband of his boxers. 

You wrap a hand around his aching cock, and he shudders against you. You pull him free from his jeans, and he lets out a sigh. You stroke him once and then twice, twisting your wrist with each pass over his length. 

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and Sam’s hips buck into your grip. 

You grin, “You want me to suck you off, Sammy? You want my lips around your cock?”

He hates that nickname, but your sultry words more than make up for it. “Yes, princess. Fuck, need you so bad.” 

You hum before swiping your tongue against his weeping tip. You allow your mouth to fully envelope him, swirling your tongue around the pink-hued tip. Sam groans as you take him, one hand gripping your shoulder with the other one laced through your hair. 

You rest your palms on the backs of his thighs, ushering him closer with every bob of your head. You look at him through your lashes as you hollow your cheeks around him. It’s like something snaps inside him and he’s grabbing the back of your head and fucking himself into your eager mouth. 

You gag around him and he pulls back just enough to let you catch your breath. It’s a tender act that is quickly replaced by the abrasive action of him shoving his cock down your throat once more. It brings tears to your eyes, and Sam swipes a calloused thumb across your cheek. 

He’s taking what he wants and you’re letting him. Like everything with Sam, his movements are swift and impulsive. One moment he’s squeezing your jaw to get you to open just a little wider and the next he’s raking a hand through your hair and pulling you closer. 

You can feel the drool starting to dribble down the sides of your mouth, and Sam groans at the sight of you. His thrusts are quick and he’s whining like an animal in heat. Pride swells in your chest. Only you can make him feel this good. 

Sam’s strategic, and that didn’t stop when you were fooling around. He hilts himself deeply inside you when he cums, forcing his seed down your waiting throat. He pulls back when he realizes you bit off more than you can chew and his cum is spilling down the sides of your mouth. 

You eagerly gulp down everything he gives you. You’re left panting with tear-stained cheeks and traces of Sam glistening over your mouth. He leans down and traps your lips in his. The ferocity of the kiss nearly sends you falling, but Sam’s hand stays planted on the back of your neck, keeping you in place. 

He’s never that good with words, but his actions speak volumes. This was his way of saying thank you. 

“I love you, you know that right?” he states as he pulls you to your feet. Something dances in his caramel eyes as he cups your cheek in his large hand. 

You nod, a grin dancing on your lips. You move your head to kiss the palm of his hand, “I love you, dork.”

#sam drake #uncharted #uncharted 4 #samuel drake #sam drake x reader #reader insert #no y/n #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #samuel drake x reader #sam drake smut #samuel drake smut #sam drake x reader smut #samuel drake x reader smut

[not-approvedtrash]

puttin myself out there i guess

i've literally never posted a fic in a public setting before but i am in DEEP with the uncharted brain worms and i've spent the last three nights outlining a sam drake x reader story i'm dying to share. there is seriously not enough sam fics in the world like i'm pretty sure i've read them ALL so fine i'll do it myself and all that jazz anyway stay tuned?

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[kittenfrostt]

this post is basically an small about me / information regarding what i will write !

introduction

hi hi! my name is cade, i go by she/they, im 23 years old and i’ve been writing fics/roleplays for years now. im a mixed vietnamese/italian gal. if i’m not working i’m usually gaming or binging shows.

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writings

i am comfortable with fxf , fxm , mxm , and poly ships!

i can write both one shots and series , along with head cannons for the characters listed. 

 i am comfortable with writing 18+ fics as well as sfw/fluff. if any of my fics contains adult content, i will issue a warning ( minors DNI ! )

i am open to doing canon / non canon ships from the show as well as x reader !

feel free to send in asks/requests if interested <3 

below are the fandoms/characters i will write for:

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stranger things:

eddie munson | billy hargrove | steve harrington | robin buckley | nancy wheeler | dmitri antonov ( enzo ) | jonathan byers | henry creel/001

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slashers/horror:

michael myers | bubba sawyer/thomas hewitt | pyramid head | jason voorhees | brahms heelshire | the doctor | trickster | ghostface

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call of duty

könig | simon 'ghost' riley | price | soap | alejandro | horangi

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resident evil

leon kennedy | albert wesker | jill valentine | ada wong | chris redfield | carlos oliveira | luis sera | rebecca chambers | claire redfield

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uncharted

nathan drake | samuel drake | elena fisher | chloe frazer | rafe adler | nadine ross | victor sullivan

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valorant

i am open to writing for all agents except probably breach !! ( sorri personal preference </3 )

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anime characters

alucard ( hellsing ) | gojo satoru | naruto characters | ryomen sukuna | toji fushiguro | suguru geto | maki zen'in | nobara kugisaki | megumi fushiguro | sebastian michaelis | vampire knight characters | castlevania characters

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devil may cry

dante | vergil | nero | v | trish | nico

#valorant x reader #valorant smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #resident evil smut #leon kennedy x reader #uncharted smut #samuel drake smut #gojo smut #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #gojo x reader #toji x reader #slasher smut #slasher x reader #ghostface x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #thomas hewitt smut #ghost smut #ghost x reader #konig smut #könig smut #dmc smut #dante x reader #stranger things smut #eddie x reader #eddie munson smut #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove x reader #sova x reader

[xxxsaturnxx]

Morning

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Pairing: Sam Drake x F!Reader

Summary: You wake up next to sam drake, your longtime boyfriend who just proposed to you the night before

Warning: 18+/suggestive content, language,

A/N: I dont really write but… Ta da????? I also posted this on ao3 if you’d like to check that out

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You stir awake to the feeling of Sam lightly kissing your neck and you snake a hand up his neck and to his jawline.

“Mmm, good morning to you too,” you groggily whisper to him as you tried to push yourself further into him and feel the warmth he was producing. “So, thoughts on last night?” looking up from your neck, he raised an eyebrow at you.

You put a finger on your chin as if you were in deep thought “Hmmm, last night, ya know, I don’t think I remember much of anything happening last night. Would you care to remind me of last nights events, Mr. Drake?”

He chuckles as he slowly crawls up your body so you were then eye to eye. “Well Ms. ‘soon to be Mrs. Drake,’ I’ll try my best,” He grins as he pulls you into a loving kiss.

His hands caressing your naked body leaving no inch of skin untouched. Your hands tangled in his hair while you wrapped your legs around his waist. He breaks the kiss as your need for air grew unbearable.

“Mmmh sweetheart the things you do to me,” He groaned breathlessly against your lips. Sam gave you one final peck on the lips as he trailed down your body mumbling sweet nothings till he reached your thighs.

He glances up at you through his eyelashes while nibbling the inside of your thighs. Sam held eye contact for just a second before he delved into your folds, the bridge of his nose rubbing against your clit.

You gasp his name and grab the back of his head pushing him deeper into you. Your head sinking deeper into the pillow as you let a few whimpers out. The room filled with your moans and the squelching sounds Sam was pulling from you.

The combined sensations of Sam’s muffled groans and the addition of two fingers brought you closer to the edge. Your thighs trembling and your moans growing louder signaling Sam how close you are.

“F-fuck Sam… Baby please,” you begged, pawing at his scalp.

“Hush, darling, I know,” He mumbled against your skin, his free hand soothing over your shaking legs. Your climax hit you fast and hard and left you seeing stars. Your thighs clamping down on Sam’s head holding him there while you rode out your orgasm.

“Fuck, Sam! Please, please, please!” You screamed breathlessly as you went limp.

“Oh, is that your way of asking for a second round?”

“Oh God, please, no, not yet!” you pleaded as Sam crawled back up cradling you in his arms. You breathed in his scent and kissed his chest and neck following the path of his tattoos.

His hand rubbing up and down your back went still as you looked up at him. “What there something on my face?” He chuckled.

“Well yeah but that’s not what I’m looking at,” you laughed. Then pulled him down for another heated kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips as Sam changes positions. So he’s back between your legs, you can feel his hard cock on your thigh.

Sam starts to grinding his cock back and forth between your folds. Smearing your slick on his cock. He reaches in between the two of you and positions himself in front of your entrance. You both groan as he enters you, Sam sliding all the way until your hips meet.

“Shit darling… how are you still so damn tight.” Sam gaped while grabbing your hips. He set an almost animalistic pace, every now and then leaning down to kiss you.

You hands started to wander from your sides as you became more and more desperate for release. Whimpers and his name were the only things coming out of your mouth, your mind too clouded to even think of other things to say.

Sam’s hips soon losing rhythm, signaling that he too was close to his climax. Sam leaned down to your neck he bites down slightly groaning into your skin as he rides through his orgasm.

“Fuck baby… God i love you.” Sam muttered against your skin, your bodies still tangled you move your hand to pet his hair. Sam lightly kissed your sore skin slowly getting off and out of you.

When he pulled out you both groaned at how sensitive you both are. your breathing was almost completely calmed while Sam’s was only now starting to calm down. He got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom.

Naturally you stare when from the ceiling to his ass as he left. When Sam returned he had put on boxers and had a damp wash cloth in his hand. You hummed when Sam kissed your forehead before he cleaned you up.

Sam returned the wash cloth to the bathroom before he went right back into bed with you. “We should really shower, huh?” You whispered as you laid your head on his chest.

“Later sweetheart just let me enjoy some time with my beautiful new fiancé.” He whispered back as he rubbed your arm slightly closing his eyes.

You gazed up at him ready to spend the rest of your life married to Samuel Drake.

#sam drake #samuel drake #sam morgan #uncharted #nate drake #nathan young #sam drake smut #established relationship #uncharted series #uncharted 4 #sam drake x reader #uncharted fanfiction #f!reader #nathan drake #nathan morgan

[fluloa]

A TINY TUBE | sam drake x reader [chapter fic]

“Oh, shit.”

Two lines. Two red, thin lines. You blinked one time. Two times. Yep, they were still there, redder than the lipstick sitting in your makeup bag and plastered on a white tiny tube.

What the fuck? Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck?

You had to be hallucinating shit. It’s just really late, that’s all. You’re beginning to see things from exhaustion. Yeah, that’s it.

You stood up, feeling shaky in the legs as you splashed cold water on your face. You looked to the pregnancy test once again.

“Okay,” you sighed. “We’re just gonna take a shower, and head straight to bed. It’s a dodgy test! I did get it from the dollar store.”

Wait— Sam. Fuck. Sam. Your heart picked up a pace. Wait! No, he’s on a fishing trip with Nate. He’ll be back in a night and two days. Fuck. Relax, girl.

Why are you worrying, anyway? It’s a dodgy test.

You strip yourself of your clothes, naked and lightly shivering from the cool wind flowing in from your tiny window. You shut it, accidentally a little too hard and you flinch. Your eyes catch in the mirror in front of you.

You are exhausted, that’s for sure. Bad stomach cramps lately. Your period hasn’t come for a week. You vomited twice in three days. You’ve caught barely any sleep. Your body’s sweaty consistently.

Your hands skim slowly to the lower curve of your belly, the warm flesh feathering at your fingertips. Maybe it wasn’t a dodgy test.

You woke up the next morning feeling almost dead, your hair tangled and eyelids puffed. A part of you was absolutely thrilled about having a small little bean growing inside of you, and the other was drop-dead afraid.

You began to think. The last time you and Sam had sex was about two weeks ago, just before he left on the fishing trip. You both had just finished locating and collecting the patiala necklace and stumbled into a dark, wet cave. Banged it out like no tomorrow. Popped a morning after pill you bought from a Mexican cheap store into your mouth and called it a day.

Okay, you were definitely pregnant.

“I think I’m gonna stop buying medical things from cheap stores.” You said to yourself, reaching down and patting your belly softly.

Your mind drifted to Sam once again. How’d he react? Would he be upset, happy, mad? The baby would affect your jobs, and Sam had told you many times before that he didn’t want to stop nor take a break any time soon. You’ve been together for a year, but hadn’t even bothered to talk about babies. Marriage, yeah. But babies?

Guess you had two days to prepare. You picked up your phone, opening up messages and tapping into Elena’s contact. Sliding the phone to your cheek, you were taken aback when she picked up immediately.

”Y/N.”

”Hey. Can I come o—“

”Yes.” Elena groaned, piercing your right ear with her loud voice. “I’m bored. Cassie’s bored. Get your ass over here right now.”

“Okay,” you laughed. “I’ll be there in five.”

As you go to end the call, Elena yells out three. You laugh again. Of course you would go to her first, especially since baby Cassie is turning one soon and god knows Elena’s information and experience on pregnancy. She’s also your closest and only female friend you have. Then again, you don’t know what her reaction will be.

You’re in her driveway in a flash, with one of Sam’s shirts and some sport shorts. You knock at her door, gasping when it flings open and wind gushes at your face.

“Hey. Love the outfit,” Elena grins. Her warm eyes flicker to your hair, which is effortlessly pinned up into a messy bun as it tilts to a side.

“Thanks.” You mumble, walking into her home and immediately being greeted to a little baby girl crawling her way to you. She gurgles, her shining blonde hair curling out and bouncing as she claps her hands.

“Hey there, honey…” you reach down, ignoring the stinging pinch in your back as you pick Cassie up and bounce her on your hip.

“We’ve missed you,” Elena smirks, as Cassie grabs your hair and yanks it, loosening the bun.

You wince, “I can tell. Missed you too.”

”So, a coffee?” she asks, making her way into the kitchen. You follow her, sitting down on one of the stools and placing Cassie on your thigh. “Or two coffees?”

Shit. Are you allowed coffee while pregnant? You don’t know, and you won’t take any chances.

“Uh— None, thanks.”

Elena frowns, flicking on the kettle while she stares you down. “Okay…”

“Possibly some water. I just brushed my teeth, that’s all.”

You let out a mental sigh when she brushes you off. Nice improv, you think.

“You can go into the loungeroom. Put on some Netflix or something. And no cocomelon.”

You roll your eyes, letting out an exasperated groan. You trudge over to the nearby loungeroom, pinching at the top of Cassie’s shirt and wiping around her mouth. “Mom’s just being a party pooper. Cocomelon is the bomb.”

“Mom heard that.”

��Huh? What? I said nothing,” you say. You decided to put on a kid’s movie, and it wasn’t long until Elena was on the couch next to you with a water bottle and coffee.

“So,” Elena said.

Cassie was playing with your left hand, trying to bend and twist the fingers. “So,” you replied. Elena hands you the water bottle, and you take it with gratitude.

“You gonna tell me something?”

“Right.” You breathed in, something Elena didn’t fail to notice. Your hand tenses around the water bottle, plastic crinkling as you mentally prepare yourself for the outcome. “Um, when did you first begin to realise you were pregnant?”

You avoid her gaze, focusing on the way Cassie’s chubby fingers clutched around your larger ones. When you notice that Elena hadn’t responded for a weird amount of time, you turned to look at her.

Her eyes were wide, a small frown and her mouth open like the letter O. She flicked her eyes to your stomach, then back up to your face. “You’re not…”

”Well—“

”Holy fucking shit, you’re pregnant!” Elena squeaks, and you jump at her loud tone.

“Jesus, Elena. Yeah, I guess so? I think so. I tested positive,” you ramble. Elena’s arms whip out, gripping you firm on the shoulders and shaking you hard. “Hey— hey, Cassie’s on my lap—“

”Hooooly shit! You’re gonna have a baby!” Elena shakes you, and you’re sure you’re going to get a concussion. She finally lets you go, letting you catch your breath. “Was it planned?”

“No, it wasn’t.” Still out of breath, you tuck some hair behind your ear.

“… Does he know?”

“No.”

Elena blinks a few times. “I just… wow. You’re pregnant. And Sam doesn’t know.”

You groan, chugging some water as the coldness strikes your throat, “Yeah.”

“Wait, so, it wasn’t planned.” Elena adds, before dropping her tone down to a playful one, “How did that happen?”

Putting the water bottle down on the couch, you cover Cassie’s tiny ears. “After we found the patiala necklace. In a, um, cave. No condom, and I took a morning after pill.”

You mumble the last part under your breath.

“Oh my god.” Elena sighs, shaking her head as gentle chuckles slip from her lips. Your face flushes warm.

“It was like, intense too. My ass still hurts from when he was pushi—“

”Okay! No more details,” the blonde cries. You smirk, finally uncovering Cassie’s ears and squishing at her soft cheeks.

You breathe out, a sadness dropping into your voice. “But I just don’t know how he’ll react. Don’t know how to tell him.”

“Honestly, me neither.” Elena admits, rolling up the long sleeves of her black cotton shirt. “Sam as a dad… that’s a weird thought.”

“Maybe he won’t have to be,” you say. It’s the truth. You don’t know whether or not you’re going to keep it. The thought of the choice sends a chill down your spine.

“Just see how it goes. Talk to him about it. At the end of the day, it’s your choice.” Elena places her hand onto your arm, her peachy lips out-stretched into a genuine smile. You weakly smile back.

About two hours later, you’re back at your house, munching away at some noodles you spotted in the fridge. The show you’re watching is quite interesting, and coincidentally, a female character just found out she was pregnant.

The female character screams and runs around the house while knocking over a bunch of things.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. You pause mid-eating, noodles dangling from your lips. A rather rough knock. It’s weird, because you weren’t expecting anyone today. You can’t help but feel goosebumps arise on your skin, a sense of fear creeping into you.

You walk over to the door, gliding it open slowly. Your heart then skips about ten beats.

“Hey there, beautiful girl.” Sam grins, fishing equipment dangling from his arm.

You splat out a hey as he scoops his arm around your back, pulling you in swift and kissing you firm on the lips. You’re greeted with the familiar taste of tobacco and pine, a taste you’ve grown to love and adore. But one you weren’t expecting until tomorrow. The warmth of his tongue dips into your mouth, taking you aback and you let a gasp flow from your throat.

He walks you back into the house, fishing equipment dropping onto the tiles with a loud clatter. He breathes against your lips, “Miss me?”

He pushes you against the side of the kitchen bench, his hands roaming along your stomach and legs before gripping at your hips. He picks you up, dunking you on the surface and tongue plunging into your mouth all at once. It’s too much.

Your hands find his shoulders, digging your fingertips into the fluffiness of his black jumper. You gently push him back, to which he surprisingly obliges to and leans back, staring up at you with those all too familiar dark golden eyes.

”You’re early,” you say, huffing as his thumbs massage circles into your hips.

“Sure am. Thought I’d surprise you and come home a day early.” He reaches into his back pocket, fishing around for something. “I got you something.”

You nod as he takes something from his pocket, his hand closed into a fist. Your eyes widen when his hand stretches out, revealing a black beaded necklace that shone a little underneath the kitchen yellow light.

“It was in one of the markets. It’s simple, but I think it’s cute,” Sam explains. He unclips the metal clip, lifting his arms and wrapping it around your neck. You hear a click, your fingers moving to play with the beaded necklace.

“It’s pretty. Thanks, baby.”

He’s already leaning closer as you say those words, his eyes landing on the plumpness of your lips. “You’re welcome.”

His mouth is back on yours again, more aggressive, more hungry. His fingers slip underneath your shirt, the warmness of his tips dancing along the skin of your belly before grabbing at your sides. You let him pick you up (again), leading you to the couch and plonking you there.

He presses at the button of your jeans, skilfully flicking it undone and swiftly gripping onto your metal zipper. He’s moving too fast, and you can’t catch up. You hum an uncomfortable grunt, placing your hands on his chest and pushing him. His face is written in confusion as he jumps off of you, his mouth glistened with saliva and his pupils dilated. Fuck, he looked good. But you needed to talk. As much as you didn’t want to.

“What did I do?” he asks, and god, the look on his face makes you want to just jump back onto him.

“You didn’t do anything, it’s just— we need to talk.”

His gaze averts to the ground for a second, his chest sinking and he wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket. “Alright.”

He looks worried, and you can tell that he is because of the way his tongue pokes from the bottom of his mouth. He does that when he’s worried. Fuck, there’s that feeling, the yucky swirly shit that thrushes in the pit of your tummy.

“I tested positive.”

You said the words in a big blurred rush, not connecting his burning gaze on you, instead playing with your fingers.

“You… tested positive?” he repeated, his voice wavering and quiet.

“On a pregnancy test.”

His jaw dropped, his eyes now unfocused and not on you and now on your abdomen. “You have a baby. In there.”

“Mhm,” you murmur.

“Oh, shit.”

“That’s what I said.” You dryly chuckle, your eyes settled in a wince and he flicks his attention back up to you. There’s something in his eyes that you can’t pin point.

“You’re pregnant.” He said, sounding as if the words were to himself. “Holy fuck.”

You couldn’t ignore the pain rumbling in your chest, your lips twitching into a miniature pout. He didn’t want it. “Yeah… I know. I can organise an appoi—“

”I’m gonna be a fucking daddy,” he laughed, his teeth poking out as his mouth stretches into a grin.

”What? You aren’t upset?” you question. That wasn’t the sentence you were expecting.

“Are you kidding me? We’re gonna have a frickin’ kid and you think I’m upset?”

“Well, yeah, I mean, I thought it would be a burden. We’re busy all the time, and you’ve told me many times that you don’t want to take a break any time soon.”

“We just found a necklace that gave us about a million each. I’m pretty sure we’ll be fine for now,” Sam grins.

You frown. “But… so… you wanna keep it?”

“Yes. Fuck, more than anything.” He lets out a breathy laugh, leaning over and cupping your cheek. You could just melt. You seriously could absolutely just melt into his hands like a hot puddle of runny goop. He wanted the baby, he wanted it.

He kisses you, a kiss so sweet and sensual that you can barely believe it’s his lips giving it to you. You can’t help but let a groan out, your hands sliding up his back and into his messy brown hair.

“Can’t fuckin’ believe it,” he sighs against your hot lips, gushing sounds forming as he slips his tongue in to catch your own. “My baby’s gonna have a baby.”

You giggle, and it turns into a low gasp when his hand snakes, down to the liner of your jeans and skimming underneath to touch the rim of your underwear.

“This is the only action I’ll be getting for a while, right?” Sam asks, his breath hot and wet against your mouth.

“You know it, cowboy.” You take your own hand and scoop underneath his jacket, slipping it off his shoulder. “So make it worth its while.”

A devilish smirk paints across his lips, grabbing you tight and laying you out on the couch. He hikes his arm up your thigh and wraps it around his large hip, dropping his voice an octave lower. “Yes ma’am.”

#sam drake #samuel drake #sam drake x reader #fluff #some smut too #lol couldn’t help myself #sam drake as a baby daddy #oh yeah motherfucker #sam drake smut #pregnant reader

[thepaperpanda]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 23 - Adventure-seeking Spirits || Sam Drake x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: Sam is the oldest of the Drake brothers, and you happen to have a major crush on him. When the opportunity arises, you'll use all of your skills to get to know Samuel better and deeper.

Warnings: smut

Word count: 1200

Author: Bear

A/N: The prompt for today is: Creampie

You dealt with Nathan's older brother, Samuel Drake, many times before. Although he was always kind to you and offered a lot of support if needed, his attitude towards his younger brother's best friend was far from friendly from time to time - it rather looked like he wanted to devour you. Men paid attention to you because you were young with an attractive body, always dressed in fitted clothes that accentuated every single curve of your figure, hugging your ass, thighs, and boobs nicely. You came to Drakes' apartment that day for you had found a clue to another mission: finding a flooded cave where some old artifacts were likely hidden by corsairs centuries ago. Your outfit consisted of a white shirt and plaid short skirt, white sneakers, and thigh-high black socks.

You were welcomed by Sam, who informed you that Nathan was away - younger Drake and Sully were apparently already heading to the cave. With hungry eyes, you surveyed Sam's features as he explained the next steps to you so eagerly. Despite his late 30s, Samuel Drake was tall and handsome, with a well-defined jawline and dark hair that was always messy but brushed back as neatly as possible. Another thing that turned you on to him was his eagerness for adventures. "Sam, may I ask you a question?" You interrupted him, your tone innocent and sweet.

He nodded, "Sure."

Your blunt question prompted you to walk closer to him, "When was the last time you were with a woman?"

He appeared to be blushing, suggesting that it had been a while for him, so you only smirked. "How would you react if I asked you to fuck me right now, right here?"

"Uhm," he started, his tone a little hesitant. Sam reached out to rub his nape, his eyes lowered as he looked at the floor of his little, messy room. "I don't think that's a good idea, Y/N," he said. "We're friends, though."

Your hips swung temptingly, just for him, as you got closer to him. "Don't be shy, Sam, I've seen you eat me with your eyes many times before."

Older Drake blushed harder. "Uhm, Y/N..."

Your eyebrows rose at him. He felt your hand running up his leg until you grasped at his cock through his pants after standing right by his side. You smirked at him, "Well, so we have a problem because I want your cock in me, Drake."

His eyes looked down at you; he could feel his brain handing the wheel over to his dick; he knew it was wrong - and risky - but right and wrong ceased to matter when you both wanted it, and this was what he sensed in you. Primal urges were taking over and convincing him that he had to mate, reproduce, above all else.

Sam breathed heavily, "I don't have any condoms."

Putting both of your hands on his belt, you unbuckled it, pulled it off, held it to the side, and dropped it. You didn't even look at him. "I don't fucking care, Drake."

After hearing his belt hit the ground, Sam acted; he couldn't take it anymore. Sam threw his morals aside and threw his face at yours; he grabbed you by the cheeks and slipped his tongue into your mouth, offering you a deep and passionate kiss.

Immediately, you began unbuttoning his shirt as he pushed your back towards the desk; you tripped over it and sent papers flying everywhere. Sam then grabbed your hips and lifted you up to the desk. After undoing the last button, his shirt parted, but he kept it on, unlike yours which he eagerly lifted over your head, exposing your big, young tits.

After lightly tickling your nipple with his tongue, Sam put your areola in his mouth, trying to engulf as much of it as possible, grunting as he did, sending vibes through your body.

"Yeah, just like that," you moaned. There was no doubt in my mind that you fucking wanted this, Drake."

It caused him to give you the longest, wettest kiss he'd ever experienced.

Your panty-clad cunt ached against the fabric of Sam's pants as you spread your legs and pulled him closer to you, licking his well-defined jawline.

Sam pulled your skirt a little up and yanked your panties down and off one leg so that they clung to your other thigh. He grunted in anticipation at the sight: you were completely shaven with large, puffy lips and a tiny, pink, glistening slit, and your skin around your mound was lighter - clearly highlighted by your tan lines. His zipper was pulled open, and he pulled out his hard, heavy cock; he rubbed it up and down your wet pussy until it was covered in your juices. Sam guided his eager dick with one hand while holding you with the other. As it went in, you both gasped in unison. His pleasure rushed over him as he entered the tightest, littlest, teenage twat that he'd ever experienced; Sam thrust his cock in and held your face with both hands; his head rested against yours as your lust-filled eyes met.

The cunt held Sam firmly, milking him with a vice-like grip while he slid his dick up and down against the bumpy, narrow walls. Each thrust was more blissful than the last, each thrust faster than the one before.

"Yeah, that's it," you moaned, rolling your head back, grasping at your boob with one hand. "Faster! Fuck me like you want to, Drake! Fuck me like I know you want to!"

While your tits bounced up and down, Sam pounded your sweet, little pussy into oblivion, causing you both to grunt and groan with each plunge. He was being pampered in every way: the taste of your sticky saliva on his tongue, the sight of your gorgeous, young body gleaming with sweat, the sound of your cute voice moaning, the intoxicating smell of your sweet musk, and most of all, the sensation of your tiny, young, wet cunt pulling on his throbbing cock. Sam grunted in a husky voice, "I'm gonna cum."

"It would be really hot if you came inside me," you panted, licking your lower lip.

A long, almost whiny groan escaped Sam's lips. "You shouldn't say things like that, doll."

You giggled mischievously, "Why not? You never cum in a girl before?"

That fucking last line sent him over the edge; suddenly he was cumming even faster and harder than he had expected. He held your hips and slowed his fast pounding to rhythmic thrusts that matched the waves of pleasure rolling over him as his cock throbbed and spasmed inside your womb - painting your pink walls white with warm, thick semen of his.

With one final thrust, Sam buried himself balls-deep inside of you until every last drop of hot, salty cum was out of him. Sam watched as thick, gooey ropes of sperm oozed out of your swollen, reddened cunt as he slowly pulled out. "Oh fuck," he exclaimed breathlessly. "I can't believe we did that."

Your coos were affectionate as you stroked Sam's cheek. "I won't tell anyone that you had me.”

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[hogarthwrites]

home run

pairing: samuel drake/femme!reader (m/f)

genre: smut, alternate universe - baseball

words: 2,778

summary:

Alternate universe where Sam is a professional baseball player and the reader is a well known celebrity in a secret love affair. Mostly self indulgent smut.

note:

I didn't specify what team Sam is on, so I'll leave it up to you the reader to decide what team you'd want him to be on. When I wrote this, I had the Red Sox in mind and the stadium is at Fenway Park. Also, baseball AU because have you seen how baseball players? Knew I had to mix Sam into the fantasy.

You walked out onto the baseball field, crowds cheering as you waved. They knew you not as a player, but as a popular celebrity guest who was there to throw the first pitch.

As you reached the front of the mound, you watched as a player who was all too familiar to you walked to the batter’s box.

Samuel Drake took position in front of you, grinning like the devil under his cap as you gave him a cheeky smirk. No one else in the stadium knew.

-

It was a few days ago when you landed in the city and the first thing you wanted to do was see Sam. Of course, it was a secret, though; you were both too high profile to be caught together. 

“Why would a young actress be with an older man like Sam Drake?” Was what they’d say. Not that you personally cared, but Sam didn't want people to think of your relationship that way. 

And so you waited until it was late at night to walk to the hotel Sam was staying at, not realising it would suddenly rain that much. 

You were soaking wet when you got to Sam’s door and you knew he would still be up because of his insomnia. 

“Hi,” you said as he opened the door, surprised to see you.

“Hi,” he gave you a lopsided grin as he looked at you. He was just in his boxers.

Sam quickly pulled you in, kissing you hard as he closed the door and pushed you against it.

“What are you doing here?” He asked breathlessly between kisses.

“I missed you,” you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I needed to see you.”

Sam’s lips moved down to your neck, leaving soft kisses on that part he knew you loved. A soft moan left your lips and he pulled away.

“You're all wet,” he said, looking at your soaked clothes.

“Oh, yeah, I am,” you pulled him in to kiss him again.

“Babe,” he pulled away. “You should get dried up and warm. You'll catch a cold like that.”

“I know how you can warm me up,” you bit your lip.

Sam gave you a soft kiss. “Oh, I know, gorgeous. But I really don't want you getting sick.”

You pouted as he pulled away and handed you a bathrobe.

“You can hang your wet clothes in the bathroom. I'll wait for you here.”

Sam winked as you took the bathrobe and stuck your tongue out at him.

“You better not sleep.”

“You better hurry up, then.”

You made your way to the bathroom and peeled off your wet clothes, hanging them on the shower rod and drying yourself off with the hotel towel. As you put the bathrobe on, you noticed Sam’s jersey neatly hanging on the door.

You put the top on, smiling as you turned around in front of the mirror and saw “DRAKE” and “71” in large numbers on the back. At that moment, you really felt like you were his and only his.

Sam was standing by the window with a glass of whiskey in his hand when you came out of the bathroom. At first he was surprised to see you wearing his uniform, but he smiled at how baggy it looked on you.

“I just got that ironed, you know.”

You played with the buttons on the front as you walked to him, putting on his cap that was on his bed.

“You can get it ironed again,” you kissed him, tasting the whiskey on his lips. “Are you supposed to be drinking before the game in a few days?”

Sam shrugged as he placed the glass on the table, his hands resting on your hips.

“I shouldn't be having sex with well-known actresses that’s for sure. What's a pretty lady like you doing with a guy like me?”

“Well,” you kissed his neck as you slowly began to unbutton the shirt. “Firstly, you're the sweetest guy I've ever met.”

“Hmm,” Sam’s hands moved down to your ass, squeezing it. “You're lying.”

“Second,” you began pushing him to the bed and he sat on it, watching you. “No other man can make me feel as good as you do.”

You had fully unbuttoned the shirt as you stood in front of him. There was a wild look in Sam’s eyes as he pulled you in, his lips on your nipple.

You gave a satisfied hum as you felt him flick his tongue over the sensitive nub. His hands were at your ass again, squeezing and pulling you in as close as he can, taking in your scent and burying his face between your breasts.

“Is there a third reason?” He mumbled.

You giggled as you ran your hand through his hair. He looked up at you and you kissed him.

“Well,” you got down on your knees and stroked his muscular legs, feeling them get tense as you slid your hands up closer to his crotch. “You're a sexy baseball player. Is that reason enough?”

Sam chuckled, leaning down to kiss you as you pulled his underwear off.

You took his cock in your hand, running your thumb over the head to see how Sam would react. His bottom lip was pinned between his teeth and that satisfied you. He took the cap off you and put it on his own head as he waited for more.

You licked his cock from the base all the way to the tip, slowly and deliberately as you looked up at Sam. You did it again, enjoying as his cheeks turned red and he leaned his head back as he groaned a little.

“You like that?” You asked as you kissed the tip of his cock.

“Do you even need to ask?”

You smiled before taking him in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head up and down as Sam’s hand grabbed at your hair. You loved how he tasted and how it felt to have him in your mouth.

Sam’s hips bucked and he groaned as you took him in further, grabbing onto his leg as he began thrusting into your mouth. One hand held your hair up, while the other one intertwined with your free hand. You looked up at him through teary eyes, enjoying how Sam’s mouth hung open in mindless pleasure.

He gave one last, deep thrust, making you gag a little before he gently pulled you up to kiss you. He didn’t mind tasting himself on your lips and your tongue as you straddled his lap.

“I missed you,” he sighed between kisses. “When was the last time we had sex?”

“Hmm,” you thought as you knocked the hat off his head and pushed him down on the bed. “A month? Before you came back here, that is.”

“It’s been way too long,” he muttered as he pulled you up so you were hovering above his face. 

He gave a knowing hum as you lowered yourself down on his lips.

“Oh, Sam,” you softly moaned as he gently began licking your clit. The familiar tingle that you’ve missed for a month soon came back and you felt like you were going to melt as Sam expertly manoeuvred his tongue and his lips on your pussy.

With your fingers intertwined with his again, you began craving for more, and you felt Sam chuckle before you started grinding against his mouth. He groaned against your pussy, letting go of your hand so he could jerk himself off as you rode him. You moaned his name again as you grabbed onto his hair, moving your hips faster against his tongue. 

It felt good to have Sam under you like that again. You had spent so many nights dreaming about his lips, his fingers, his cock, and the thought of what else he was going to do to you that night made you cum. Your toes had curled as you doubled over, pushing against the mattress so you wouldn’t fall on Sam and hurt him. He didn’t mind, though.

He had a smile on his face as you climbed off, wearily laying down on the bed. 

“Had enough, beautiful?” Sam gave you a soft kiss as he rolled on top of you. 

“No,” you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Never enough.”

You felt his cock against your clit as the kiss got deeper.

“Please, Sam.”

“Please, what?” He pulled away a little, giving you a cocky grin. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“How?” His lips were on your neck now, leaving soft kisses that drove you insane. “How do you want me to fuck you?”

Your mind raced, thinking of the hottest sex you’ve had with him. There were plenty.

“Like…” You gasped as Sam’s fingers began massaging your clit slowly and gently. “Oh, god. Like that time on that empty beach…”

“That one?” He smiled up at you before kissing your neck again. “Tell me about it again.”

“When you had me on all fours with my face against that bouquet of flowers you gave me. You were so deep inside me, going so slow and softly at first, then so, so rough. I loved it.”

Sam laughed. “Oh, I remember that night.”

“The smell of sweet peas still turn me on, if you must know.”

“Just made a mental note to give you sweet peas every time now,” he kissed you again. “Now, why don’t you show me how I fucked you?”

You gave him a cheeky smile as you got on all fours, wriggling your ass at him. Sam loved the view of his jersey on you like this and he gave your ass a smack.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Please,” you almost begged, grabbing onto the pillows in front of you.

Sam was slow and gentle as he entered you, making sure you got used to him again. “Is this okay?”

“Mmhmm,” was all you could reply as you were lost in the sensation of Sam being inside you again.

He began thrusting in you, his hands grabbing at your ass. His thrusts were mostly shallow, making enough friction to give you that warm feeling inside. 

“More,” you mumbled. “Deeper.”

Sam smiled, smacking your ass as he gave more forceful thrusts. As he got deeper, you collapsed on the pillow in front of you, moaning out his name as he fucked you.

You were so sure other people, other players on the floor could hear you, but you didn't care. Everytime Sam hit that sweet spot, you moaned louder and he’d groan in return. 

“Come here, baby,” Sam said as he pulled you up against his chest, one hand around your waist to hold you up, while the other one pinned your arms behind your back. He kissed your neck, hips slowing down.

“Sam,” was all you could muster before he began moving his hips faster. 

His mouth was against your ear and he gave out the most delicious grunts and moans. He held you tight as he fucked you almost desperately, like he was making up for the past few weeks. 

Sam moaned loudly, trying not to finish just yet. He wanted to pleasure you as long as he could.

You whimpered when Sam suddenly pulled out, but he kissed you hard before you could say anything else. He had you on your back now, making sure you were supported by pillows.

He didn't say anything as he continued to kiss you, his hands roaming your body under his. His lips made their way down your neck and your chest, leaving soft kisses and licks on your nipple, making you sigh as he moved further down.

Sam gave you a lopsided grin as he hoisted your legs up over his shoulders. You smiled back at him, admiring how cute he looked amidst the intimacy. 

“I wanna make up for the month,” he said.

“I can tell… oh!” You grabbed his hair as he licked your clit, slowly and deliberately.

He ate you out the way he knew you liked, making gentle strokes, alternating between his tongue and his lips. It was enough to make you a writhing mess, squeezing his head between your legs as you rode out your orgasm.

Sam was on top of you again, kissing you hard and pinning your arms up above your head. 

“I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he said between passionate kisses. “I'm not gonna stop until you're screaming my name.”

“Yes, please,” you moaned as he slid inside you again.

This time, Sam kept a steady, shallow pace. He kept eye contact with you, watching how you reacted to his every move. Whenever he pushed in deeper, hitting that spot, your eyes rolled back and you moaned louder.

“Faster, baby,” you commanded.

“Okay,” Sam breathed as he held onto your hips and began pounding into you.

Your moans got louder as his fingers dug into your soft skin. The sound alone was enough to make him want to cum, but he held it in, kissing you instead.

“So good, baby,” you whispered. “Pound me, Sam. Please.”

He nodded, head rolling back as his thrusts got deeper, more forceful. He knew he was going to bust any minute, but he wanted you to finish first.

“Keep going, keep going,” you breathed. 

“I…” Sam whispered, feeling like he was going to burst. “Baby, I can't.”

“Please.”

He looked down at you, your face flushed and your eyes screwed shut while you softly said his name over and over. 

“Look at me,” he said, cupping your cheek. 

You met Sam’s gorgeous hazel eyes, the euphoric pressure at the pit of your stomach rising.

“I love you,” he said, his eyebrows knitting together as he thrust into you deep.

It was enough to make you cum, your world narrowing to just Sam and the feelings he gave you. At that moment, it was a mixture of lust, passion, and most importantly, love. He loved you.

Sam let out a deep, guttural growl as he came, leaving finger marks on your hips. He didn't expect to tell you he loved you then, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this way about anyone.

He collapsed on the bed next to you, and you turned to give him tired kisses.

“I love you,” you said breathlessly as Sam wrapped his arms around your waist. “I do.”

“Come here,” Sam kissed you softly.

“Does this mean we're official?”

“What are you talking about? We've always been official. There's nobody else but you, baby.”

“Yeah, but can't we tell other people now?” You pouted as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I don't think it's the best time.”

“I just don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you.”

Sam looked at you, a little confused. “You'll be keeping me no matter what, baby. Let's just give it time. I promise one day we can let the world know.”

“You promise?” You touched the hair on his chest with the tip of your finger, tracing the tattoo he had.

“I promise.”

-

The crowds cheered on, waiting on you to throw the ball.

You looked at Sam, patiently waiting to catch the ball, and your heart melted at the sight of him. 

“You got this, baby,” he mouthed.

You nodded and took a deep breath, bringing the ball back to wind up, remembering what Sam had told you. You threw the ball at him with a lot more force than you expected, but he had caught it in his glove with a surprised look on his face.

“And that's a strike out!” You heard the announcer say. “And there’s the first pitch!”

The crowds drowned out your thoughts as you walked to Sam, expecting him to give you a high five. Instead, he pulled you in for a kiss. It was something he's done a thousand times before, so you automatically kissed him back. It was only after he'd pulled away that you realised he kissed you in front of hundreds, maybe thousands of people.

Sam didn't know what had gotten into him. Maybe it was the thrill of the start of the games, or seeing you in a replica of his jersey on the field of the sport that he loved most, but as you walked to him, he couldn't help but kiss you. 

“Sam…” You gasped. “Are you sure?”

“I made a promise, didn't I?” He smiled.

“You sure did.”

Sam leaned in to kiss you again. Damn what people were going to say. All he knew was that you made him happy.

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[sicparvismorrigan]

When Your Line Is Crossed - Chapter 6

Your new neighbour is pretty fit, and the walls are pretty thin…

Sam Drake/Uncharted/Post-U4

Viewpoint: 2nd person female reader

Warnings: very nsfw (this chapter not thaaat naughty)

Wordcount: ~10.5k (6 Chapters) [incomplete]

Tagging: @bluewingedangel @killergoddessmm @marshmallow--3 @mrob-dream if you want added or removed let me know!

Heavily inspired by the song I Get Off by Halestorm

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Chapter 5 | Chapter 7

*BANG BANG BANG*

Rhythmic thumping pulls you abruptly from your dreams. You grumble and try to drag the pillow over your head to block it out. You wouldn’t be surprised if it was Sam next door, going at it yet again.

A wave of embarrassment drowns you as you remember exactly what happened last night. The noises you made. The noises you both made. You moaned his name. When he was with someone else. That’s a line you just don’t cross.

Reaching for your phone, you notice with some relief you’ve slept in later than usual. You wouldn’t dare go out on the balcony this morning, should you bump into You-Know-Who. Maybe you can browse for a new apartment later, give notice, pack your things, leave the country, who knows?

*BANG BANG BANG*

The second time it happens you realise the noise isn’t a headboard slamming into the drywall next to you, instead it’s coming from the outside door of your apartment.

Must be the landlord. He has a habit of turning up whenever he feels like without any warning. Gas check this. Water check that. You secretly think it’s weird, a little creepy even, but you don’t want to give him any reason to bump your rent, so you smile sweetly and put up with it.

You throw on a baggy hoodie to cover yourself, in your sleep-addled state not thinking to check if it definitely is the landlord first before opening up.

“Hi, ye-“

“Morning, neighbour!” Sam greets you cheerily, grinning from ear to ear.

Instantly, you are wide awake.

“Nope!” You try to slam the door in his face, but he’s too quick for you. With barely an inch left before it shuts he blocks the opening with his boot and leans his full weight against it. You struggle briefly before realising the cheap-ass door will probably give out before he does. The man is solid.

“Aw c’mon, try harder, baby!” Sam’s laughing at your efforts. It’s all just a game to him.

I will not cave. I will not cave. Sweet talk will not work this time.

Shit why is he calling me baby now?

“What do you want?” You yell at him.

“Can I have some sugar?”

You don’t believe what you just heard. The nerve of him. Something snaps. You stop pushing back, swinging the door open wide and glaring at him. “Very funny. Is that some kind of a sick joke?”

You are so not in the mood for his sense of humour right now.

Sam turns serious in the blink of an eye when he realises you aren’t taking it well. “No, sweetheart. I genuinely need some sugar. I’m all out.”

“Hmmm...” You’re watching him suspiciously, waiting for his ‘ha, gotcha!’ that never comes.

Hard to Handle by Otis Redding is faintly drifting down the hallway towards the pair of you.

…but I can love you better than him…

“Swear it. Cross my heart.” In a way, his sincerity is worse than his humour.

“Why, because you used it all last night?” That comes out a little sharp, double meaning dripping heavily from your words.

He shouldn’t be calling you sweetheart anyway, you are clearly not his sweetheart.

“No, because this morning I made enough coffee for you too, y’know…it was kinda nice, yesterday, talking, out there, with the sunrise-“ His voice is quiet and low.

Goddammit.

“-I thought, I hoped you’d show, and then you didn’t, so I got worried.”

“You were worried about me? You barely know me.”

“Alright, alright. I guess, concerned, is maybe a better word.” Sam stops to lean against the frame. “And as for barely knowing you, I’d like to change that, if it wasn’t already obvious.”

“Ugh.” You scoff before you can stop yourself. “You know way too much already.”

“Seriously? Are you okay?” He cocks his head and looks hard at you, while you avert your eyes down to an interesting scuff on the ground. “Oh…I get it. Is this about last night? Look, we’re both adults. It’s no big deal.”

Really? That’s it? No big deal. It’s that easy for him?

Sam continues. “If it helps, you sounded adorable.”

Oh jeez.

You make a show of rubbing your sleepy face to cover your embarrassment. “Yeah, that really doesn’t help.”

He shrugs. “Eh, then I got nothin’. Except coffee, so…ya want some?”

“Ummm…” You swither, apparently a few microseconds too long for Sam’s patience.

“Look, honestly, I’m kinda getting mixed signals here. If you’re dead set on avoiding me, why’d you open the door?”

“Oh, uh-“ Your turn to shrug. “I thought you might be my landlord, sometimes he just shows up, and…yeah-“

“Woah, woah, woah.” Sam holds up a hand to stop you. “He just comes in here without calling ya first?”

He looks less than pleased when you nod mutely. Then, like flicking a switch, his expression darkens. He seems really pissed off, and you can see a different side of him. One you would never dare do wrong in a million years. It makes you tighten your grip on the doorknob. It makes you want to run. When he speaks his voice is cold, friendly Sam long gone.

“Next time he pulls that shit, you call me first before you answer him, okay? That ain’t right, you in here by yourself…”

Once you mm-hm your agreement, Dangerous Sam vanishes in a flash and your smirking neighbour is back again. You aren’t quite sure what to make of the behavioural one-eighty, but he’s probably right. Confirming what you’ve always felt but been too nervous to do anything about.

Fuck, him being so protective of you does make your heart flutter a little.

Maybe it is no big deal, your little outburst in bed. Despite everything that’s happened between you already, he is definitely the least troublesome neighbour you’ve ever known.

And the best-looking.

God, he smells amazing.

Sure it was embarrassing, for both of you, but he clearly doesn’t care, maybe you shouldn’t either. Shit happens.

“Anyway, I’ll make coffee…again. If you feel like joining me, I’d be honoured.” He turns to leave.

“Sam?” You call after him.

“Yeah, angel?”

“Don’t you need that sugar first?”

“Shoot, yeah…” For a second his self-assured air slips away and he loses his cool just a fraction. “Uh…Ya got some?”

“Maybe.” It’s your turn to lean casually against the door. No big deal you say, Sam?

He just blinks at you when you show no signs of moving. “Can you…go get it?”

“If you say please.”

“Huh?” Exactly the same tone as last night, when he heard you moaning through the wall, which makes your nerves wobble (after all, what the Hell are you doing?) but your mouth curves into a smile and you keep going.

“Say please.”

“Ah, shit…Please.” The word is clearly an effort. “I’ll pay you back, one way or another.”

“No rush.” You somehow sound breezy despite your racing pulse. Is this still flirting? Or is it foreplay?

“I will, I’m a man of my word.” He leans in close and everything outside of the two of you dissolves away. “I told you. Knock on my door and ask. Anything you need. Anything.”

You remember every detail of the earlier conversation you had when Sam offered to ‘help you out’ with your needs.

“We’ll see. And I told you Sam, if anyone was knocking and asking for stuff, it was going to be you!”

Damn, that little win felt good.

“Jeez-“ He remembers too. Sam turns away out into the hall and runs a hand through his hair before coming back to you. “That’s good, that’s cute. You’re sharp. C’mon, quit messing around. Cough up the sweet stuff.”

“Fine, wait here.”

Sam’s desperate to be in control again, he just can’t leave it alone. “You could invite me in, just give me the whole cup of coffee while you’re at it? I made one for you already. Return the favour.”

“Nice try, but I never got that cup, so it doesn’t count.” You catch him trying to peer around the door to find out what the inside of your apartment looks like. “Hey! Stop being so nosey!”

“Can’t help it.” He mutters. “What’s got into you, why you Miss Feisty this morning?”

“I’m a little mad.” You fess up as you hand him a bowl of sugar, your fingers briefly touching as he takes it. Electricity.

“Mad? At me? For what? For getting laid?” His smirk is just unbearable. “Aw, are you jealous, sweetheart?”

“Hell, no!” Your answer is too quick, over-the-top nonchalant. It’s so obvious you care.

“Oh my God, you are. You are jealous.” Sam shakes his head in wonder, seeing right through you. “Well, shit. How rude of me.”

“Isn’t she bothered you’re over here paying attention to me instead?” You slyly enquire, not sure what you should be hoping for as an answer.

“Nah, she’s long gone.” Sam looks slightly regretful. “I don’t think I’ll be seeing her again.”

You should not be so over-the-moon at his confession. You try not to let your face show it, and catch your grin just in time.

And then you realise why the woman isn’t coming back. She must have heard you too. She saw Sam’s reaction first hand. It was your fault. You ruined it for her. For both of them.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you ain’t. But it’s okay. Guess she didn’t take it the way I did.”

What, as a compliment?

Before you can figure out what to say next, Sam throws you another curveball.

“Listen, how about I make you dinner tonight?”

Your stomach feels like it’s just abandoned ship and your heart isn’t far behind, suddenly blood is rushing in your ears.

“Oh-“

“What, you already got plans?“

“No, it’s just…surprising.” The thought of you and him alone for at least a few hours makes your knees weak. Is it possible he actually cares for you? This isn’t just an elaborate ruse to get you into bed? Sam cooks?!

“Oh, I’m full of surprises.” He drops his voice low and lets his gaze linger on your mouth. “You’ll see. How about it?”

You shouldn’t. He was with someone else just last night. This feels like definite trouble.

But you want to. In spite of everything, you so badly want to.

“Yes. I’ll have dinner with you.” Oh my God. It’s happening.

“There’s a catch, though.”

“Which is?” You only just manage to croak out.

“Dinner at your place. I’m still fixing mine up. Sawdust everywhere. And I do mean ev-er-y-where-“

“That’s fine.” You cut him off before he goes into more detail about what exactly he means by everywhere. But Christ, you’ve got some cleaning to do.“That’s…more than fine.”

“Alright then. We got a deal. See you later, sweetheart.”

As you shut the door, you know deep down you’re still somewhat mad with him. But you’re also biting your lip in anticipation, because fuck you’re really looking forward to it. That damn smooth talking sure did the trick.

You’ve got a date with Sam.

Tonight.

***

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Fructose (Sam Drake x F!Reader)🍓

Summary: A 'normal' life isn't all bad. Especially when it involves a picnic in a secluded part of a nature reserve, gorgeous natural lighting, and plenty of strawberries- they're an aphrodisiac, apparently.

Just a short, sweet (pun unintended), smutty one-shot that I wrote in two hours to procrastinate from anything and everything else I should be doing.

No, I haven't proof-read. Yes, I know you can tell.

Warnings: smut (albeit nothing crazy), 18+ please x

“Where is everyone? All the horrible... screaming kids and their long-suffering parents?”

“C’mon, you know I’m good at weaselling out private spots. You really think I’d put you through that? Or myself, for that matter?”

“Fair.”

“God, I love this weather.” You sigh whimsically, hopping out of the car, closing the door behind you as you bask in the warmth of the late-afternoon. Sam nods, pushing his sunglasses from his forehead down to his eyes. “Sunny, but not too hot. Light breeze-”

“Southwesterly winds, ten miles per hour— you know, I was unaware I was dating a weather girl.”

You raise your brows at his know-it-all grin. “Oh? You’ll also be dating a pro-boxer soon if you’re not careful.” With a smug smile, you make your way to the back of the car, holding the keys between your teeth, opening the trunk as Sam holds up his hands in defence with mouth curled into an amused grin.

“Think fast.” You catch his attention, talking through your teeth as you toss a rolled up blanket in his direction. Removing the keys from your mouth, you lock the car, muttering a ‘let’s go’, with a self-satisfied smile on your face.

Sam catches the blanket with ease, giving you a playful salute with his free hand. “Caught, boss. Lead the way.”

As you amble into the secluded meadow, a sense of tranquillity washes over you. The tall grass dances in the gentle breeze, the sunlight filtering through the leaves of the nearby trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground around you. You had picked this spot for a reason – to help Sam relax and enjoy the simple pleasure of doing absolutely nothing.

You dictate a spot, and he spreads out the chequered blanket, though unfortunately, that aforementioned sense of tranquillity hasn’t quite transferred to Sam. He can't seem to sit still; his leg bouncing slightly as he scans the surroundings. You frown at him, knowing his restless nature all too well. You decide to give him time, instead fishing into the bag to retrieve some of the things you’ve packed.

Once everything is laid out, you settle down on the ground, leaning back on your elbows and soaking in the natural beauty around you. Sam, however, still can't seem to sit still. He fidgets, shifting positions, and tapping his fingers against his knee.

You smirk at his restlessness. "Hey, remember the plan today," you say softly, a playful glint in your eye. "No checking your phone, no fidgeting, no damn smoking. Just us, the field, and a whole lot of relaxation."

You put emphasis on the last word, narrowing your eyes in an accusatory expression.

He looks at you as if you’ve said something ridiculous. “I- I am relaxed.”

You scoff, shaking your head as you get up onto your knees. “Nope. I’ve seen military lieutenants more relaxed than you, Samuel.” You say, hobbling behind him and bracing your hands on his shoulders. “You’re more tense than a damn bomb disposal unit. God, I thought you’d have wanted to actually chill out and enjoy spending some time with me before you ditch me in aid of another piece of old junk.” You say into his ear, digging your fingers into his trapezius as you infiltrate your speech with a lilt of teasing castigation.

“Old junk that pays the bills.” He sighs, turning his neck sideways as if to give you better access to the knots in his shoulders. Your thumb digs into a particularly tense spot, and you watch his nose crinkle as he winces at the ache.

“Loosen your shoulders.” You instruct, raising an authoritative brow towards him, which he sees in the corner of his vision. With a slight eye roll, he makes an effort to do as he’s told, slumping slightly into you as you continue to dig away at the knot. “Good boy.” You joke, feeling him grin in response as you peck his cheek.

As you feel the tension begin to give, a small hum of satisfaction slips out of Sam’s mouth, signalling the knot has dissipated enough for you to pull away. “We’ve got no agenda. Nothing to do. Nowhere to be.” You speak softly, crawling back around to the spot you were sitting in a moment ago. “You, sir, severely need to master the art of mitigating unnecessary stress.” You clasp your hands together before hovering over the selection of goodies you’d prepared. “Let’s start with something to eat.”

He sighs again, this time a genuine and slightly apologetic smile on his lips. He adjusts his sunglasses, before sitting up straight and showing interest in what’s in front of him.

“What’s on the menu, chef?”

You smile at the sight of him physically beginning to relax before you turn to the goods. “So— nothing exciting— a few veggies and some hummus, some of that focaccia I made the other day, a couple of cookies… oh…” You start, biting your lip in an attempt to restrain your excitement, “I stopped off at the farmer’s market on my way to work yesterday, and picked up some of those strawberries you were eyeing up last week.” You lean forwards to pick up the punnet. “Let me tell you, it took every ounce of willpower not to galvanise the lot on my way home. You’re a lucky guy.”

His shoulders jolt as he chuckles, his eyes lingering on you rather than the fruit. “I sure am.” You watch his eyes squint slightly, some sort of thought flashing through his mind. Sam's glance lowers he takes in the spread. “You really went all out, didn't you?"

You nod proudly, shifting until you’re beside him.

“I hope I’ve, uh, not forgotten some sort of… milestone or anything.” He laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.

You shake your head, a small chuckle leaving your lips. “Just wanted to take your mind off of things— to make sure you had no excuse to be restless today. And if that means forcing you into a food coma, so be it.”

Sam leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Well, I can think of one distraction I wouldn't mind."

You blush slightly, ignoring the familiar warmth spreading through, instead choosing to swat his arm. “Behave yourself."

He laughs at the sight of the warmth spreading over your cheeks, before reaching for a stick of cucumber. “You,” he taps it on the tip of your nose, “are too good to me.”

You laugh, wiping the residue off with the back of your hand as he takes a bite of the cucumber. “Yeah, don’t you forget it, toots.” You respond with a teasing smile, mimicking his accent to the best of your ability before removing the film from the pot of hummus and dipping your own cucumber slice into it.

After watching Sam scarf down at least seventy-five percent of the food without taking so much as a breath, you find yourselves lying side by side on the blanket, fingers interlaced as you gaze up at the sky. The gentle rustling of the grass and the distant hum of wildlife that surrounds you— give or take the odd mosquito you both fight over clapping to death— otherwise creates a peaceful cocoon for just the two of you.

Sam turns his head to look at your fingers as you absentmindedly trace circles over his forearm, a soft smile playing on his lips as you look at the small streaks of clouds dotted above you. “Hate to say it…but you were right.” You raise an eyebrow back at him, waiting for him to elaborate. “I needed this. You. Me. A whole lotta’ nothing.”

Feeling a deep sense of contentment, and perhaps a little smugness, you lay your head on his shoulder, humming in agreement. “See? Normalcy. Not all bad.” You get up onto your elbow, twisting for the punnet of strawberries. “You’re so chilled out, in fact, that you forgot-” You pause, biting the tip off of a strawberry before holding it above Sam’s lips, “about these.”

He grins up at you, opening his mouth and biting the rest of the strawberry off of its stem, placing a kiss onto your fingers as he chews. You throw the stem into the grass, before taking one of your own and eating it, sitting up to take in the hues of pink and orange appearing in the horizon; the sun begins to dip beneath it, casting a warm, golden glow over the meadow.

It’s all so peaceful and insanely rare for the two of you to spend so long doing so little together, so you take a moment to embrace the nothingness; The sound of trees rustling in the gentle breeze, the crickets beginning to chirp in the distance, the sound of a camera shutter going off…

“No!” You grunt, turning to Sam as he holds his phone discreetly facing you.

“No, no, no, hold that pose.”

“What- what pose? No! Screw off!” You swat your hand in his direction, trying to grab his phone off of him as he presses the button again. You climb on top of him, snatching his phone out of his hand, straddling his torso as you feverishly swipe for the gallery in order to prevent the photos from ever seeing the light of day. “God, I look awful- don’t-” You squeak out in surprise as Sam uses his size to his advantage, grabbing you by the waist, and pushing you onto your back, making light work of pinning your arms above your head in order to reclaim his phone.

“Absolutely not.” He shakes his head, wrestling his phone out of your hand and shoving it back into the pocket of his jeans as you writhe in protest. You attempt once more to pull your arms from his grip, rolling your eyes with a sigh once it proves futile. He looks down at you, chuckling at the heat rising through your face.

“My girl looks like a painting. I wanted a picture. And… I finally figured out how to focus stuff properly on that damn phone. Do not take that away from me.” He raises a brow as if to chastise you.

“But they were awful!” You whine. “All double chin and celluli-mph!” With a shake of his head, Sam unceremoniously shoves a strawberry into your mouth.

“Mmm. That’s better.” He smirks down at you as you frown and reluctantly begin to chew at the strawberry that’s slightly too big for your mouth. His thumb captures the juice that dribbles its way out of the corner of your lips, and your frown falters a little as he pushes it back into your mouth with a chuckle, effectively silencing you. Much to his amusement, your cheeks redden even more, as his hand gently squeezes them; his other hand effortlessly— irritatingly, rather— keeping your wrists above your head. “Wouldn’t want to pollute such gorgeous surroundings with your whining, now, would we?”

“You got leaves in my mouth.” You grumble through your squished cheeks, unable to hide the small smile growing on your lips as he finally lets go.

“Aww, sweetheart,” he goads with a teasing pout, gently nudging his nose against yours “Want me to get rid of ‘em for you?”

“Shut up.” You laugh, swallowing the remainder of the fruit as he pecks your lips.

He hovers above you, grin softening into a thoughtful smile as his eyes take in every sun kissed freckle on your face. “Thank you.” His hand pulls away from your wrists, removing his sunglasses before coming to rest softly on your jaw.

Your brows furrow.

“For what?”

He closes his eyes for a second, almost as if he doesn’t want to speak. He does, regardless, a slight flush on his face. “For giving me a soft place to land.” He’ll never be fully comfortable with this wishy-washy relationship stuff, but he’s making an effort, and you’ll forever appreciate that.

You smile up at him, your hands coming down to cup his cheeks. “I could turn that into a self-deprecating joke…” you start, but swiftly continue as Sam narrows his eyes at you, “…But I… sense this is the wrong moment for that.”

“Damn right it is.” He says, dipping down once more to kiss you. This time it lingers, eyes closing and thumbs stroking skin as he savours the strawberry-tinged sweetness of your lips.

His teeth pull gently at your lower lip, parting them just enough for his tongue to meet yours as he smirks into the kiss. Your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging lightly in order to keep the gap closed.

One hand kneads at your thigh, and it’s not until he begins to slide it up further that you break the kiss for a moment, holding him just shy of your face.

“We can’t.” You bashfully whisper, lips wet, cheeks hot.

“Why not?” He smirks.

You laugh, looking up at him as if he’s a total idiot. “What if someone sees?”

“No one’s gonna see. There hasn’t been a sign of anyone for over an hour.” He retaliates, continuing to softly knead at your thigh. You bite your lip, eyes anxiously darting around as Sam takes in your expression. His hand shifts up further, magnetising your glare towards him.

“Hey, you say the word, and I’ll stop.” He shrugs above you, thumb stroking at your inner thigh. “But, personally, I don’t see the need.”

You swallow, lips parting to speak, but as his fingertips find the hem of your underwear, any potential words fail you.

“You know,” he speaks low, the whole mood taking a drastic shift, “I’ve also gotta thank you for wearing a dress for once.” He plants a kiss just under your ear, making you shiver. “Not only do you look so, so pretty,” You roll your eyes again as he speaks, biting your lip to dilute your coy smile as his fingers hook around the waistband, “but also, the easy access is really something I could get used to.”

“Christ, you’re awful.” You finally grumble, giving in completely, hurrying to pull him back down to you in a heated kiss as he rolls your underwear down your thighs.

“And you’re already soaked. So, clearly, I'm not that bad.” He says, barely paying your clit any attention as he gathers a little of your slick onto his fingers, before he slides them knuckle deep inside you, in turn, drawing a choked gasp from your throat.

“Jesus- Don’t… hold back or anything.” You say, voice breathless and sarcastic, instantly earning another smirk from Sam.

“I don’t intend to, doll.” He grins, coming back down for another kiss as he curls his fingers, coaxing perfectly against your g-spot. Your soft groan permeates the kiss, your hands drifting down to his belt buckle, making light work of it before you go for the button. “Someone did a quick one-eighty, didn’t they?” Sam chuckles as you reach inside his jeans, beginning to palm him over the remaining layer of fabric keeping him covered.

“Shush.” You murmur, pulling his cock out of his boxers, fully wrapping your fist around him.

“But it’s true.” He chuckles back, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you begin to jerk him off, inhaling the sun cream and perfume concoction that gorgeously complements your natural scent. It drives him insane.

“You give it all this ‘we can’t’ nonsense, but this is what you really want, isn’t it?” He swallows, chuckling to himself again as he places an open-mouthed kiss on your neck. “You want to be fingered in the middle of a public field, where aaanyone could walk by and see me treat you like a filthy little whore, huh?”

His sudden shift in tone has you flush faster than ever, a gargled sound rising from your throat as your hairs stand on end and his thumb brushes against your clit. Your chest rises and falls much more rapidly as he turns more crass, and his cheeky demeanour becomes much more presiding. You’re riling him up just as much as he’s getting to you.

And you did a one-eighty? He’s one to talk.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” He speaks into your ear, teeth gently pulling on your earlobe as your hand squeezes around him harder. He pulls himself up more as if to take the sight of you beneath him in; Sam’s teeth graze against his bottom lip as he sees your breath hitch, the sudden, needy tightening of your fingers in his hair, a silent but obvious plea to further the motions. And he gives you what you want, adding a third digit just to see you squirm. God, how pretty you look all stretched out around him. His smug grin teases you as he jokes about adding one more. About how greedy his girl is.

“C’mon, tell me what you want.” he spurs, cock twitching in your hand in response to your whines and the feeling of your pussy clenching around his fingers.

“This.” You whimper, squeezing him hard for emphasis. “You.”

He could keep dragging this out, tease you a little more, make you beg, but, as much as he hates to admit it, he urgently wants you too. You look so sweet- so appetising- like one of those strawberries- and he has to satiate the need to feel that delicious stretch of your core around him.

So with a grunt, he scoops you up, fingers still working your cunt as he pulls you into his lap. Hand on the small of your back, he ruts the other even faster, drawing out more gasps and moans that you’re not even attempting to keep hushed any more. Dog walkers be damned. This is your fucking meadow.

You can’t help but curse loudly as his thumb assaults your clit, knees trembling either side of his thighs as he keeps you spread open. Your head falls onto his shoulder, hands bracing themselves on his upper arms as your composure is all but failing to remain in place, though before too long, he’s nudging your head upright with his own, wanting to see every facial expression he’s giving you.

“You wanna cum on my fingers or on my cock?” He breathes, missing the stimulation of your hand, secretly wishing for the latter. You’re biting your lip, feeling way too stimulated to form a sentence without making a fool of yourself, so you paw at his wrist- it's enough of a signal that his wish is about to be granted. He gives you a few more thrusts of his fingers before pulling out of you, and you tremble with want, hating the sudden emptiness.

The emptiness, of course, doesn’t last long. He jerks himself a few times, giving you a few seconds to catch your breath before he pulls you forwards, lining himself up and letting you lower yourself onto him. He lets out a long-held breath, groaning a little as he stretches you out and feels you give around him, tight and warm. Your nails dig into his biceps as he bottoms out, your throat tightening as you take him to the hilt.

“Three fingers, and you’re still so damn tight, princess.” He teases, still giving you a moment to adjust. You let out a breathy giggle, feeling the warm evening breeze tickle your hot cheeks as Sam rummages beside the pair of you.

You watch with heavy-lidded eyes as his hand, half-coated in your arousal, brings another strawberry to your lips. You look into his eyes, and he gives you a small nod, watching with fascinated lust as he presses the berry to your parted lips. You open your mouth slightly, just enough for him to push it in, and he can’t help but lick his lips as he watches you take a bite, your tongue lapping up the juice from the strawberry, as well as his fingers, your gentle moans sending vibrations through his forearm as you do so.

"Such a pretty girl." Sam mutters, testing the waters with a gentle thrust upwards. Your eyes flutter shut as he keeps your mouth filled, and you continue to softly lap at and suck every part of the strawberry as he takes the lead again, bouncing you on his dick as you savour the sweetness of the fruit and the tang of your own juices.

You moan loudly as he speeds up, hitting deeper still as you arch your back a little, hips rocking to stimulate your aching clit.

Sam lets out a low chuckle as a dribble of watery-red flows down your chin, leaving a pink stain on the bust of your dress.

He takes the opportunity to grab you by the throat, almost violently pulling you into another kiss as he feels you swallow the strawberry. He groans at the taste of his favourite fruit and his favourite girl, tongue exploring every inch he can reach within your mouth as you grind yourself onto him rougher.

His other hand moves from the small of your back, unable to decide on where to land- a clear sign that he's fast-approaching his peak. He gropes and strokes wherever he can whilst his other hand keeps your mouth firmly against his own, and as you push your upper body harder against him, he pulls you down too, now straddled over him as he lays on his back.

Desperate to feel his skin, your arm snakes under his raglan shirt, absorbing the feeling of every hair, every scar, every bit of soft or firm you can reach, whilst your other reaches between the two of you, sandwiched between your bodies as you find your clit to bring yourself where you want to be even faster.

The two of you can barely fucking breathe, but you don't care. You could pass out-- die, right here, and never would you have felt better.

Sam loosens his grip on your throat, wet, pink-stained lips parting to let out a rare, and fucking beautiful whimper as his arms desperately embrace you, clamping you down on top of him as you rock your hips back and forth like your life depends on it.

When he fills you, you almost cry; the feeling of him twitching, spilling everything into you, and just knowing you're the one that's brought him to that ecstacy makes you feel more adoration for Sam than you could ever express with words.

And then you cum. Laying flat on top of him as a rush of heat floods you in your entirety, the spasming of your core making him hiss in overstimulation but equal adoration as his fingers dig into the clammy nape of your neck.

You finally still, bar the shared heavy breathing, making your bodies rise and fall in tandem.

Seconds pass. Minutes, even, and you're dangerously close to drifting off.

"Holy shit."

You laugh, spent.

"That's all you've got to say to your... what was it? Your 'little whore'?"

He rasps out a chuckle, too fucked out to even hide the fact that he's blushing profusely- something only you can make him do. Then a nod, continuing to stroke at the baby hairs that rest curled and matted on the back of your neck.

"Those strawberries?" He clears his throat, dismantling the rasp in his voice, "We're doing that again."

You lift your head, just enough to kiss the tip of his nose. "I'll have to remember not to wear white next time."

"Who said you've got to wear anything at all?" He says, shrugging.

You laugh into his chest as you feel him slide out of you, your hand still tracing shapes on his stomach underneath his shirt.

"You are… just…"

For a moment, there's nothing else. You raise your head again, looking up at him to gauge where the sentence is going, your thumb stroking the bridge of his nose that you love so much.

Another moment, and you know he's struggling to find his words, as he always does when he's trying to express his feelings. But the way he's looking at you tells you everything. So, you gently kiss him, non-verbally letting him know he doesn't need to speak. That you've got him.

And as he watches the golden hour sun bathe your skin, he's captivated by you. He really couldn't ask for any more.

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

Hair Trigger

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam, YJ98

Summary: A junior at Gotham University, Jason finds it difficult to conceal his worsening mental health from his family and his friend, Jon Lane Kent. Family secrets are revealed and boundaries are pushed as Jason and Laney struggle to navigate through school, their romantic feelings, and their trauma. Could the reintroduction of Laney Kent be more trouble than it's worth, or is it just what Jason needed to confront the demons of his past?

I will also do trigger warnings for chapters and if there is smut I have the chapter(s) tagged so you don't have to worry about nsfw in the fic if you're just here for the story itself.

Chapters: 1/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jonathan Lane Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Natalia Knight, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Chris Kent, Bart Allen, Original Character(s)

Relationships: JayLaney, Clois, TimKon

Additional Tags: University AU, No Powers AU, Sharing A Bed, Romance, Angst

Chapter One: Monotony

Jason started walking back to his apartment from the campus, taking a shortcut through the park. His phone vibrated in his bag as soon as he entered the building, and he let out a sigh. It continued to buzz as Jason let himself in his apartment, kicked off his shoes, and melted into his couch. He pulled his phone out of his backpack and answered dryly. "Bruce, I just got out of class," Jason mumbled, his eyes closed as he fought the onset of a headache.

"How was school?" Bruce asked. Jason pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I don't know, it was the first day of class. We went over the syllabus and—."

"Clark said his son goes to school with you. He just started there too," Bruce interrupted. Jason curled up on the couch and turned the tv on.

"Oh? Is that right?" Jason asked sarcastically. He turned the tv up, and he heard Bruce sigh. "I'm sorry, go on."

"You remember Laney, right?" Bruce asked. Jason made an affirmative noise. "Are you listening?"

"Laney... You told me I couldn't hang out with him anymore after we got caught sneaking into a rated R movie together," Jason replied. Bruce made a noise over the phone as if he was tapping his fingers on the table.

"How are you, Jason?" Bruce asked softly. Jason set his phone down and pulled a pillow over his face. "Jason, are things okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm just tired today," Jason mumbled. Jason could hear Dick's voice in the background.

"Dick wants to say hi," Bruce replied.

Before Jason could say anything, Dick greeted him with an over-enthusiastic, "Hey, Jason! How was class?"

"It was okay, just a bunch of first-day stuff... How are you?" Jason asked. As Dick started speaking, Jason put the phone back down and closed his eyes.

"Are you still there?" Dick asked.

"Yeah, I'm listening," Jason mumbled.

"I know you're probably busy, Jason. I'm gonna let you go," Dick replied, "Goodnight."

"Night, Dick," Jason mumbled, "And tell Dad that I'm fine." Jason heard Dick make an affirmative noise, and he hung up.

He lay there for a while, feeling pressure in his chest, and his eyes burned with tears. He pulled the pillow back over his face, and he let out a whining noise as he succumbed to his tears. Jason felt a duty to his family to seem like he was doing alright, but everything felt meaningless. After allowing himself to cry, he got up and took a shower, putting on a pair of shorts before climbing into bed. He let the tv play in the living room as he lay in his bedroom facing the wall.

Jason fell asleep on an empty stomach and a heavy heart, not really knowing why he felt so terrible. He woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, another nightmare. Jason rolled out of bed and poured himself a glass of water. His phone vibrated once, and he walked over to pick it up. He read it out loud, "You up? It's Laney." Jason plugged his phone back up to the charger and went back to bed without answering.

Jason thought about how hard Bruce was trying to get him to open up about how he felt. Bruce meant well, but even the sound of his voice was enough to remind Jason of his public breakdown. Not only was it humiliating, but it was also the reason why Jason felt he couldn't go back home. It'd been months since the incident, but he just couldn't shake the feeling that he was a ticking time bomb.

He settled for a restless slumber, waking up to the sound of his alarm in the other room. He slipped on a baseball jersey and a pair of jeans on his way to the bathroom. He turned off his alarm after he brushed his teeth, and he grabbed an orange from a bowl on the kitchen counter.

His phone rang, and he put it on speaker as he ate. "I'm still alive," Jason answered.

"Huh?" the voice answered. "This is Laney."

"Oh, fuck. Ignore that. I thought you were Bruce. Morning," Jason mumbled as he peeled his orange.

"Do you have class this morning?" Laney asked. Jason made an affirmative noise as he ate. "Are you free tonight?"

"Um... Yeah, actually, I am," Jason replied.

"There's a party on the East End tonight, and I can pick you up if you wanna go... Party starts at eight," Laney replied.

Jason finished chewing before answering, "Yeah, sounds good!" He cursed silently, immediately regretting his answer.

"Cool, just text me your address, and I'll be over there at like eight-ish. We can catch up. I guess your dad isn't mad at me anymore," Laney laughed nervously. Jason laughed a little too.

"Guess not... He gave you my number?" Jason asked. He finished up the rest of his orange and went to wash his hands at the sink and grab a pre-made smoothie from the fridge.

"Technically, he gave your number to my dad, who gave it to me. But yeah, I think it's their way of keeping tabs on us," Laney replied, "Guess I'll see you later."

"Catch you later, Lane," Jason replied before hanging up and texting Laney his address.

He grabbed his bag and grabbed his keys before heading out to his class. He drank his smoothie and took the shortcut through the park, and he stopped in front of his classroom. Other students already crowded around the door, some of them talking to each other, others sitting on the ground. Jason finished his smoothie and threw it in the recycling bin.

The professor walked through the students, unlocked the door, and stepped into the small portable building classroom. The students swarmed in behind her. Jason sat close by the door and put his phone on silent. The professor took the role, passed out the syllabus, read through her copy, and set it up for an icebreaker assignment. She handed out an icebreaker bingo sheet and had students go around and fill them out.

"I have more than three siblings," Jason mumbled as he switched worksheets with someone. The icebreaker seemed to drone on for forever. Once it was done, everyone turned in their worksheets and left the classroom. Jason went straight to his next class and went through the same routine he did in the previous two.

As soon as the second class of the day was over, Jason walked to the deli and bought himself lunch while he dreaded a call from one of his family members. His phone rang as soon as he took the first bite, and he answered, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder. "Afternoon."

"Did you talk to Laney?" Bruce asked.

"I did," Jason answered, feigning enthusiasm, "Yeah, we're gonna hang out later." He took another bite.

"Are you eating lunch right now?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah," Jason replied with a mouthful of food in his mouth. Jason finished chewing and took a sip of his soda. Bruce said something to someone in the background. "Something wrong?"

"No, I just wanted to ask how you slept," Bruce asked.

"I sleep fine," Jason answered.

He heard a door shut, and Bruce made a noise over the phone. "When are you coming home?" Bruce asked.

"I'm gonna come visit soon," Jason lied, "I'm just busy right now with school and work..."

"Jason, you can come home. We miss you," Bruce whispered. Jason's throat felt tight, and he let out an uncomfortable breath of air.

"Yeah, I know. I'm gonna come by as soon as—."

"I don't want to pressure you. I just want to see my son again," Bruce whispered.

Jason threw the rest of his food in the trash and started walking home. "No, yeah... I know. Can we talk about this later? I gotta go get ready to hang out with Lane tonight." Jason felt his chest tighten, and he cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"Okay, Jason," Bruce replied. Jason could hear the disappointment in his voice. Once he got to his apartment, he went straight to the bathroom to take his shower.

The cold water calmed his nerves, and he went back to his room to take a nap. He curled up in his bed and slept until he received a call that woke him out of his sleep. "Hello," he groaned.

"You okay?" Laney asked.

"Mm, yeah... I was just taking a nap. What time is it?" Jason asked.

"Seven forty-five... I was calling to tell you I'm here—."

"I'll be right down," Jason interrupted as he jumped out of bed and slipped on some clothes that he laid out for the next day.

"You sure? Because I'm not in a hurry. I can just park and wait—."

"No, really. I'm almost ready anyway," Jason replied as he slipped on his socks and shoes and grabbed his keys. "I'm on my way down."

Laney described his car to Jason as Jason looked across the street. Laney reached over and opened the car door. Jason froze up for a moment at the sight of Laney. "Long time no see, Jay," Laney smiled, "I knew you wouldn't be as short as you were when we were kids, but I also didn't expect you to be built like a tank." Jason laughed and got in the car. Jason hung up his phone and buckled his seatbelt, and Laney stared at him for a while. "What's wrong?" Laney asked.

"What? Nothing," Jason lied. Laney rolled his eyes and started the car.

"One thing you can't do is lie to me. I know your tells," Laney joked, "I'll find out later on anyway." Jason shook his head.

"I'm fine," Jason replied.

"Now, I know something's wrong... Nobody ever just says they're fine," Laney replied, "And it must be dire for your dad to let me speak to you again."

Jason shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Lane, how do you know about a party in the East End anyway?" Jason asked. "Actually, I have two questions. When did you start going to G.U.?"

"In order, I was talking to this girl, and she told me about the party, and I ended up transferring to G.U. because I was bored. I figured I'd bump into you eventually," Laney explained, "I know we were like fourteen last time we hung out, but I imagined you couldn't have changed that much."

Jason stared out of the window until they got to the party, and Laney parked around the corner. He locked the car door, and they made their way through an abandoned warehouse. The music blared, and the lights flashed in their eyes, disorienting them for a moment, and they made their way to the food. There were a couple of pizzas in the corner of the room on a fold-out table, and Jason ate a slice while Laney made their drinks. "I don't drink," Jason turned it down.

"What?" Laney yelled over the music.

"No, thank you!" Jason yelled back. Laney nodded and drank Jason's drink, and he handed his keys over to Jason. Jason shoved the keys in his pocket. Jason ate for a little while, watching out for Laney to keep him out of trouble.

Eventually, Laney managed to pry Jason out of the corner to dance, and instead of letting go once he got Jason on the floor, Laney held onto him and let Jason support his weight. Jason's breath caught, and his heart raced in his chest. "You don't remember," Laney mumbled in Jason's ear as they danced.

"Remember what?" Jason asked. Laney didn't say anything else about the matter. "Laney?"

"I'm gonna get another drink," Laney let go of Jason, and all the life seemed to drain from Jason's body. He didn't realize how good it felt to have someone hold him. He stood there, stuck until Laney returned. "You okay?" Laney asked. Jason nodded. "One more dance and we can go, okay?"

Jason nodded, and Laney put a hand on his shoulder and danced with him at arm's length. After the song ended, Laney took Jason's hand and led Jason back outside. "I can drop you off at home and walk back—."

"Let's go eat," Laney slurred, "Come on, let's go." Jason got in the driver's seat and waited for Laney to buckle up before going to a drive-thru. "Tacos!" Laney exclaimed.

Jason chuckled and shushed him as the woman asked for their order. "I'll have an order of chili fries and a coke," Jason paused and looked over at Laney, "What do you want?" "Tacos!" Laney yelled, and he started dancing.

"What kind?" Jason chuckled.

"I want two of each," Laney answered, "It's important to me."

"Okay," Jason laughed, "Can we get two fish, two chicken, two ground beef, and two vegan tacos?" The woman gave them their total, and they pulled up to the next window. Jason reached for his wallet, and Laney shook his head.

"No! Uh-uh... I'm gonna pay for my best friend," Laney slurred, "Look at this guy, lady. He's not gonna pay for these tacos, no ma'am."

"Laney, shut up," Jason mumbled. Laney gave Jason the money to hand to the cashier. "I'm so sorry about him." Jason took Laney's change and gave it back to him before pulling up to the next window. Jason asked for sauces at the next window, and they parked in the lot and ate.

Laney devoured his tacos, making noises as he ate. "Want one?" Laney asked. Jason shook his head. "Thanks for taking us to get tacos," Laney mumbled, "I know you don't like drive-thru tacos."

"Please don't start crying," Jason whispered as he ate. Laney sniffed.

"Can I have some of your soda?" Laney whimpered. Jason nodded. "Tell me what's wrong? Are you sick?"

"What? No, I'm not sick," Jason replied as he picked over his food with a fork. Laney started on his second taco.

"Then, what's wrong?" Laney asked. Jason shrugged.

"I don't wanna talk about it," Jason replied sternly, and Laney burst into tears. He continued to eat as he wept. "Oh god, Laney. Please don't do that."

"You don't remember why our parents stopped letting us hang out," Laney cried. He lay back in the seat with his head back, and Jason adjusted Laney's posture.

"Don't tilt your head back," Jason reminded him, "What do you mean? We snuck into a rated R movie, and our dads said that we couldn't hang out anymore."

"That's not what happened! Jay, talk to your dad..." Laney wiped his tears and went back to eating, but Jason had lost his appetite. "Wanna have a sleepover?"

"Huh?" Jason asked. Laney ignored him and continued to eat until he finished his tacos.

"Wait here, I'll be right back," Laney mumbled as he stumbled out of the car. Jason checked the time on his phone and chuckled. "Don't be a wiseass, buddy." Laney pointed at him. Jason covered his laugh and noticed he had eight missed calls from Bruce.

He called his father back, and Bruce answered with an anxious, "Hello?"

"I'm fine. My ringer was off. I'm with Laney right now," Jason replied.

"Thank god, I thought you were upset about our earlier conversation... How are you doing?" Bruce asked. Jason watched Laney come back from the bathroom dancing.

"I'm good," Jason answered, trying to hold back his laugh. Laney slammed his hands on the hood of the car and gestured for Jason to maintain eye contact. Jason succumbed to laughter.

"I just wanted to check in with you. I'll let you go, okay?" Bruce asked.

"Okay," Jason chuckled before hanging up. "Get in the car!" he yelled at Laney while laughing, and Laney got in the car.

"Who were you on the phone with at three in the morning? A girl?" Laney asked.

"No!" Jason exclaimed.

"A guy?" Laney asked.

"My dad. I had eight missed calls from him. I'm surprised he didn't call the police—."

"Why would he do that?" Laney asked.

"Don't worry about it," Jason replied.

"Can I stay at your place tonight?" Laney asked. Jason nodded.

"Yeah, you can stay at my place," Jason replied as he drove back to his apartment, and they took the stairs. Jason held him steady, and when they got to his apartment, Laney plopped on the couch and passed out. Jason pulled Laney's shoes off and threw a blanket over him.

He took another shower and put pajamas on before going to bed. He woke up a few hours later, just before dawn, to the sound of Laney throwing up in his bathroom. "Laney?" Jason asked. He sat up in bed and listened to Laney vomit a little while longer before getting up to check on him. "Lane? You alive in there?"

"It was definitely the tacos," Laney answered. Jason went to the kitchen and made coffee.

"I wouldn't know," Jason replied, "I never would've done that to myself. Four different kinds of tacos, the rest of my fries, alcohol, and a coke?"

"Don't remind me. You've got quite the little medicine cabinet," Laney stated. Jason opened the door, and Laney rinsed out his mouth. "Gotcha. Your medicine cabinet is locked, by the way."

"Jesus, Lane," Jason mumbled.

"What are you hiding?" Lane asked.

"Nothing, it's just that I don't want people going through my—." Jason's phone rang, interrupting him in the middle of his sentence. "Hold on. Good morning, Bruce," Jason answered.

"How'd you sleep?" Bruce asked.

"Okay. Something wrong?" Jason asked.

Bruce said, "No," and continued on to ask Jason if he had a good time.

"Yeah, I had a great time. It was really nice to see Lane again," Jason answered as Lane posed comically to elicit a laugh from him. Jason covered the phone with his hand and mumbled, "Laney, I swear to god if you don't stop it."

"He spent the night?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah, he asked to stay over because it was too late for me to walk back after dropping him off in his car... Why?" Jason asked. Lane walked past Jason and over to the kitchen. "Do you have an aspirin?" Laney asked. Jason nodded and unlocked his medicine cabinet. Laney came back over and took an aspirin. "Tell your dad I said hi."

"Tell Laney I said hello," Bruce replied.

"Bruce said hi, Lane," Jason relayed the message as he made his way to the kitchen and started making eggs for breakfast. Laney sat at the counter.

"What's on your schedule for today?" Bruce asked. Jason looked at his calendar.

"Laundry day. Why?" Jason asked.

"I was thinking maybe we could have dinner later on today?" Bruce suggested. Jason made a hesitant noise, and Bruce made an affirmative noise. "Jason, if you don't want to go—."

"Don't do that... Don't—. Don't make me feel bad for saying no," Jason replied.

"I'm not trying to make you feel bad... I just want to know when you're going to stop avoiding—." Jason hung up the phone and pulled his hair.

"Hey, you okay?" Laney asked. Jason forced a smile.

"Uh-huh, yeah. I'm fine," Jason responded on his way to his bedroom. Laney stopped him before he could close the door. "Let go of the door, Lane. I don't feel like messing around—."

"Jason, what's up with you? It's like it hurts you to laugh now," Laney asked. Jason took a few deep breaths.

"Lane, leave me alone right now. I just need a minute," Jason warned him. His phone rang again, and he tried to shut Laney out.

"What is wrong with you, Jason?" Laney asked.

"Get the hell out of my doorway!" Jason yelled. Lane let go out of shock, and Jason shut the door and sank to the ground before allowing himself to unravel. His hands shook, and his chest felt tight as he held back his tears.

"Jason, I'm gonna give you some space right now... But maybe we should hang out again next week and really talk," Laney whispered through the door. "I'll text you later on." Jason listened as Laney walked away from the door and picked up his keys. As soon as he heard the door shut, he climbed back into bed and lay there wrapped up in his sheets. He listened to his phone ring in the background, but he couldn't move himself to talk to anyone else.

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[springdandelixn]

Hello, My Lovely Spring Rolls!

To celebrate such milestones in my personal (birthday! woot woot!) and tumblr (500 followers!) life, I will be hosting my first-ever (and hopefully the beginning of more) sleepover for all of us to enjoy!

I've only been actively posting my stories on this site since October 2022 and truthfully, you guys have been such a blast and I cannot thank you enough for the support and love you continuously give.

With that being said, I hope you would join me in this sleepover and make more memories together!

For this sleepover, we will be having 2 events; 1) Writing Challenge, and 2) Fic Requests.

🌻This challenge is only open to 18+. Minors, please DNI.

🌻The theme for this challenge is, you guessed it, SPRING! Not only is it on my tumblr name but it's my favorite season of all time. I know we are still far away from it but oh well.

🌻The sleepover will start on January 31st and end on March 31st (though my birthday is on the 7th of March huehue) No late submissions, please.

🌻This challenge is open to all genres BUT (and it's a big one) if you've been hanging around me for a while, you know what my preferences are—angst, smut, and dark.

🌻All tropes are allowed—Mafia, A/B/O, enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies, even step-cest if that's your vibe.

🌻Characters must ONLY be from the following fandom:

Game of Thrones - Jorah Mormont, Petyr Baelish or Jaime Lannister

MCU/Marvel - Vision, Loki, Thor, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner or Logan Howlett

DCU - Clark Kent or Bruce Wayne

Sebastian Stan Characters - Lee Bodecker or Steve Kemp

Chris Evans Characters - Lloyd Hansen, Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett, Andy Barber, Jake Jensen or Ari Levinson

Tom Hiddleston Characters - Jonathan Pine, James Conrad or Thomas Sharpe

Miscellaneous - Joel Miller (The Last of Us - Either Pedro Pascal or the video game character) or Samuel Drake (Uncharted)

🌻Reader insert only, no OFCs or ships. Sorry.

🌻Entries must be new and original. I will not allow any entries that are part of an ongoing series. If it is, make sure that it can be read as a stand-alone piece.

🌻There is no word limit but do make sure to add the Keep Reading line after 500 words.

🌻Please use the tag #rolling into spring writing challenge when posting your work and tag me in it. If I haven't reblogged it or given a comment within 24 hours after you've posted, shoot me a message.

🌻No Underage, Beastiality, Incest, Monster(??) and Water Sports.

🌻A prompt list will be provided for this challenge but it is not mandatory to use them. You can use them as a guide to help you kickstart your work. The most important thing is that your story has the element of Spring in it.

🌻I reserve the right to not read or interact with your work if it makes me uncomfortable or if you didn't abide by the rules. Warnings are a MUST and should be written appropriately.

🌻Any questions that you may have, my DMs are open. You can also join my discord server to engage with others and bounce off ideas with one another.

🌻Rules of the writing challenge pretty much apply here as well.

🌻I will be providing a dialogue prompt list for you to choose from. You can also suggest a trope or give me a brief description of your request.

🌻Please use this form when requesting a fic. Just so as not to crowd my ask box.

🌻Fics will only be written with dark themes. (sorrynotsorry)

Now that the ground rules have been laid, all that's left to do is to have fun! And I look forward to your requests as well as what you'll come up with for this event! Make me squirm and gimme hay fever! (okno) haha

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[shygamergirl01]

In The Next Room

Sam Drake x Fem Reader

(Warnings: swearing, Fluff/Smut 18+ (if you're under 18 please don't read))

(A/n: This is the first fic I'm actually posting on here, I hope y'all like it. This turned out to be more fluff than smut, so if there is a want for a more smutty version of this let me know.)

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Lounging on the bed in my motel room, lazily scrolling through TV channels trying to find something to drown out the sounds coming from the next room.

I've been travelling with the infamous Samuel Drake for a while now, we met through his brother Nathan. Since Nate retired a few years ago, I've been working with Sam and Sully. Which so far has been one of the best choices I've made. It's been great to travel the world with like minded people, doing what you love.

Things have slightly changed between Sam and I since I've developed a crush on the older Drake. I'm not 100% sure how or when, but now I've had to deal with it while spending a lot of one on one time with him.

While we've been in Spain, on the hunt for yet another hidden relic. Sam as made a habit of going to the nearest bar and bringing anything with a pulse back to his room. Which just to be right next to mine, it also doesn't help that our beds are on the same wall, so I have to try and sleep with his bed banging against the wall.

This is the fifth night in a row this has happened and I've had enough, so I angrily pound my fist against my side of the wall. After a moment it becomes quiet on Sam's side, letting out a sigh of relief that it's over I turn off my TV and I begin to get settled in bed.

But I pause hearing a knock on the door. Sighing frustratedly as I put my robe back on and I make my way to the door. Looking through the peep hole seeing Sam in a tshirt and boxers, I take a breath before I open the door for him.

"Are you happy with yourself?" "I don't know what you're talking about" Sam gives me a look which says he's not gonna put up with any bullshit. "Come on, why did you have to interrupt my fun?" "That particular 'fun' may have been ruined, but I'm sure you could go down to the bar and find someone else to have 'fun' with tonight" I turn my back to him and make my way back to the bed.

Sam follows me and shuts the door behind him. "Is that all you wanted Samuel?" I look back at him, hands on my hips. Sam looks at me, with a strange look on his face like he's putting pieces together. "How come you didn't disturb me the last 4 times?" He moves closer, crossing his arms. "Because, I thought you'd stop after the first one. Do you realise how thin these walls are?"

Sam shakes his head "then why didn't you interrupt on the second night, huh?" I open my mouth to speak but I find that I have no rebuttal. "You wanna know what I think? I think you're jealous." My eyes widen at his comment "and why would I be jealous?" Crossing my arms I move away from him but he closes the gap, causing the tension in the room to increase.

"Come on.. you can be honest with me, we're friends right?" I nod "yeah, friends" "so why won't you be honest with me and tell me why you felt the need to stop me from fucking a sexy Spanish lady?" I let out a huff as I shake my head. "I.... just drop it." I turn my back to him once again, not being able to look at him any more.

Sam gets a hold of my wrist, turning me back around and forcing me to look at him. His eyebrows creased with worry, "why can't you be honest with me Y/N?" Tears pool in my eyes, taking a shakey breath "because Sam, I can't afford to make things weird between us."

Sam lets out a small laugh "things are going to be weird between us if you're not going to tell me the truth." I shake my head and wipe my eyes, then I try to escape his grasp but he only made his hold harder. "Sam.." finally looking into his eyes, taking a deep breath before I speak.

"Fine you want the truth Samuel? I have feelings for you.. there, I said it..now you can leave" I forcefully pull my wrist from his grasp. Sam looks at me perplexed, "what? Why won't you just leave me alone?" I try to push him out of the room but he won't move.

His hands find my hips, holding me in place. He stares into my eyes. "I've been into you since Nathan introduced us.. I just wasn't sure if you'd be into me in that way." I stare at him with a blank look so he continues, "I mean look at me, I'm covered in scars and wrinkles.."

Having heard enough I grab the back of his neck and I pull him into a kiss, once the shock passes Sam kisses me back. After awhile we part, "I happen to find your scars hot as hell." A grin appears on Sam's lips at the comment, "is that right? What else do you find 'hot as hell' about me?"

"It's hot when you know when not to push your luck." Sam raises his arms in surrender, "ok.. ok but in all seriousness.. how come we were idiots for so long?" I shrug "your guess is as good as mine, probably fear of rejection?" He nods in agreement "seems the most logical, but now that it's out in the open.. I believe we have to make up for some lost time huh?"

Smiling at eachother we kiss again, much more heated this time. Hands roaming bodies, clothes being removed, hickies forming on skin. Some how we make it to the bed, falling onto it. By this point I'm laid bare before his eyes, feeling his lustful gaze on my bare skin.

"I can't believe we didn't admit feelings earlier, we could have done this much sooner" I nod my head in agreement, enthralled in Sam's bare body. Tracing each tattoo and scar with my eyes, he pulls me from my haze with a tender touch on my cheek.

"Hey.. if you don't want to do this, it's ok.. just because we're into eachother, doesn't mean we have to do anything more than this." As he speaks he caresses my cheek with his thumb. Smiling at him I pull him in to kiss him again, trying to portray how thankful I am that he said what he did.

"As much as I want to jump your bones right now, I don't know how I feel about the fact that you were in bed with someone else less than an hour ago." Sam nods with a awkward laugh, "fair enough, I respect your decision." He kisses my forehead before he leaves the bed and grabs his boxers from the floor putting them on, then tossing me his tshirt smiling.

I slip the tshirt on, inhaling the smell of him. Slipping under the covers, Sam turns off the light and joins me. "You know, my world seems to revolve around you." I turn to look at him, suprised "really?" Even in the dark room I see him nod.

"It's hard to explain.." I place my hand on his face, "I understand, honestly it feels like I can't live without you now." Sam shifts closer to me, "I've lost sleep thinking about you... these last few days.. I can't get you out of my mind." He presses his lips softly to mine but moves away before I can return the kiss, he gives me a sly grin.

"We should get some sleep, big day tomorrow" He rolls onto his back, the arm closest to me lies open. I take the open invitation and lays my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. "Of course, good night and sleep well Sam" shimmying into his warm frame, I close my eyes and begins falling to sleep.

Sam holds me against him, kissing the top of my head and plays with my hair, smiling up at the ceiling before succumbing to sleep himself.

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[dreamy-demons]

Dinner for Two (Pizza Rolls)

Pairing : Sam Drake x female reader

Content : SMUT (18+) oral (male and female receiving), fluff, mutual praise, domestic life, no real warnings here :)

Summary: Sam helps reader relax after a job.

Word count : ~1.3k

"Oh god. Home. Finally." You groan, throwing your bags through the door and immediately dropping onto your couch. Sam follows behind and immediately b-lines to the kitchen.

"Geez, we gotta keep this better stocked." He mumbles to himself, rummaging through the freezer. "Hey, you good with pizza rolls?"

"I'd be good with literally anything right now."

"That's great, 'cause that's literally the only thing in here." Sam grabs a bunch of pizza rolls and throws them onto a tray.

Watching him from the kitchen, you take in all the bruises and bandages. Another job with Samuel Drake survived. Barely.

After putting the rolls in the oven, Sam comes back to join you on the sofa, where you had begun absentmindedly flicking through the channels. He puts his arm around your shoulder and you groan.

"This job really fucking hurt."

"I know, I'm sorry baby. Wanna sit the next one out?" He sounds sincere, but you know he's teasing you.

"Uh absolutely not Sam. If I'm not there, who else is going to save your ass?"

"Hey! I'm perfectly capable of saving my own ass princess!" You roll your eyes at him.

Sam manoeuvres you so that your back is to him and starts to massage your shoulders. You had been so tense the entire week, and finally getting to relax your muscles made you feel so much better already. 

"Yeah, and maybe next time we actually make some money? Not lose the treasure when it's right within reach?" You laugh.

He nuzzles into the crook of your neck and you feel him smiling against you.

“You know, there is one thing I can do to make it up to you.”

“Mhmm?” 

He slides off the couch and comes to his knees in front of you. His hands reach up to your waistband, and you happily lift your hips and let him pull off your pants and underwear. He’s wearing that fucking white vest and you can't help being entranced by his toned arms as he pulls your knees open.

He settles down and takes a moment to just look at you. You can already feel yourself getting wet. He dips his finger into you briefly and then licks it clean, savouring your taste. A grin spreads across his face.

"Fuck you taste so good. God, I can't wait to get you moaning for me." 

The sight of Sam between your thighs, looking up at you with those warm eyes and that goddamned smirk, is enough to already have your heart racing in anticipation. He's so close that you can feel his breath on you. He takes one long lick up the length of your pussy. Sighing, you lay your head back, content.

He explores you with his tongue, sucking and nipping at your folds. Usually he would do this for a long time, purposefully ignoring your clit, teasing you until you were begging for him to just touch you already. But this time he was nice, and soon his hot mouth enveloped your bud. The feeling instantly sends a shiver through your whole body.

"Oh fuck, Sam…" While he works at your clit, you bring your hand down to play with his hair. Sam hums in approval. His teeth graze you making you gasp, and your grip on his hair tightens. You pull him closer into you and he quickens his pace making you gasp above him. He lets you hold him there for a while before he pulls back.

"Take it easy, Sweetheart. You trying to suffocate me down here?" He chuckles, lowering his head back down. "I mean I wouldn't mind all that much…" 

Feeling a desperate ache to have something inside you, you yank his head back up, cutting him off. 

"Sam, wait."

His lips are slick as he looks at you inquisitively. 

"God, Sam. I - I need more." 

Grinning, he begins light circles on your clit with his thumb.

"More of what, baby?"

You struggle to get out more than small noises of pleasure.

"You're being so good for me sweetheart. Use your words, tell me what you need." He squeezes your thigh. The intensity of his stare alone, with his pupils blown out darkening his eyes, is almost enough to send you over the edge.

"Your fingers. I need, oh fuck, I need your fingers inside me. Right now, please, Sam."

He wastes no time, two of his fingers slip into you, curling to massage your sweet spot while his thumb still strums your clit. You curse loudly at the feeling and your legs instinctively try to close. Sam pushes one of your thighs back down with his free arm and pins it to the sofa. His mouth is soon back on you, tonguing you at a fast pace.

"Harder, Sam. I'm so close!" You groan. 

He moans into you, and suddenly he's fucking his fingers into you so hard you can't help the incoherent pleas falling from your lips. You feel your entire body spasm as your orgasm washes over you. You want nothing more than to squeeze him between your thighs and keep him there forever, but his strong arm is still holding you firmly open.

Sam continues to gently work you through your orgasm until you push him back, overstimulated. He's slick with both sweat and your juices, and he looks so pleased with himself.

He raises himself over your panting body and plants a wet kiss on your mouth. You kiss him back, enjoying the taste of yourself lingering on him. The kiss ends and you both look at each other for a moment, bringing your hand up to caress his cheek.

"That was great, Babe." You say.

"And…" He encourages you to say more.

"And what, Sam?"

"And do you forgive me for the job?"

You smack his chest and he laughs.

"Shut up Sam, you're ruining the moment." You grumble. 

Sam's body presses closer to yours as he snuggles into you, and you can feel his hardness against your stomach. Your hand snakes down to palm him through his jeans, and his breathing hitches.

"Let me take care of you." you whisper into his ear, feeling him shudder.

"But the pizza rolls are ready-" You can't help the giggle that escapes you. 

"Fuck the pizza rolls." 

And before he can register what's happening, you've flipped him so you're the one straddling him instead. Reaching down between the two of you, you make quick work of his jeans and pull his cock out of its confines.

You spit on your palms and languidly work his length. Sam's hips reach up to meet you with each stroke. While you stroke him, you slide off the couch to kneel between his legs, as he did for you.

The second your lips envelope his cock he hisses out a 'fuck baby' and grips your hair.

Your tongue explores the underside of his shaft and swirls on his tip at each bob of your head, while your hand alternates between stroking his length and playing with his balls. Sam's eyes never leave yours.

"You're so beautiful Baby, you have no idea what you do to me." He coos, and you moan around him. You can sense him trying to still his hips, and you slide off of him for a moment.

'It's okay, you can let go. I promise you're not hurting me." You reassure him, and as soon as your mouth is around his dick once more, he begins to buck into your mouth chasing his high. 

He lets out a mix of praises and curses as you take him as deep as you can, feeling him in the back of your throat. You feel his thighs tense as he lets out a strangled moan and spills himself inside your mouth. 

Sam watches you swallow proudly, pushing your hair out of your face. He pulls you into his arms and kisses your cheek. 

"I love you so much, you know that?" He mumbles against your skin. 

You hum in affirmation, smiling blissfully at him. "I love you too, Sam."

A sudden loud beeping shocks you both from your dreamy haze. You vaguely register the smell of smoke.

Oh fuck. 

The pizza rolls.

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[kiwixlime]

I'm Bad News, In the Best Way

N is for Neighbors

You get to know your new neighbor on a surprising level. 

Pairing: Samuel Drake x Female Reader  Warnings: This is smut, folks. There’s some plot, if you squint. But it’s pretty much your basic smut. Nothing different to what I usually write. By the way, this does take place in the Uncharted universe. But like, before Panama.

Over the week, you and your roommate, Natalia, notice the chaos unfolding next door. The sweet elderly couple who used to inhabit that apartment has long gone. Now when you go out, you both catch glimpses of a younger man. One who weaves in and out during the days and disappears during the nights. You can never see his face leaving his looks, other than his height, a mystery. 

Natalia practically stalks the new guy. She’s always in the hall, putting herself in the way for the rare chance to meet him. You admire her effort, suspecting her newfound obsession is because she’s currently in between jobs at the moment and needs something to keep her occupied. 

You can’t say you’re not curious as well. The two of you have kind of turned the suspense of a new neighbor into a game. She has the theory that he’s a stripper being that he’s always gone at night. Of course, there are many reasonable explanations for that, but your friend is an oddball. And she loves a good thrill. 

But you think there is something far more dangerous going on there. You’re both probably incredibly wrong, but it’s still fun to guess. At least until you get the pleasure of meeting this mystery man. 

When you finally do, it's after a late night on the job. You have the pleasure of working in the makeup department on the set of a small television show. And today has been a big day for makeup with a lot of intense scenes being shot during your schedule. Everyone has needed something from you all day. So by the time shooting wraps up for the evening, you’re exhausted. Delirious, almost. 

By the time you eventually get home, it’s so late you’re surprised to see Natalia standing outside of your apartment in her silky blue pajamas and bunny slippers. She’s been waiting for you to come home. You can tell by the excited grin on her face. 

You approach with caution, smiling awkwardly at her peculiar behavior. Really, she looks like a kid on Christmas morning with the way her smile stretches from ear to ear. It suddenly hits you that she’s met the new neighbor. 

Full of intrigue, you reach the giddy girl, curiously questioning her with a raise of your eyebrow if she’s okay. Her perfectly white teeth scrape over her lip, and she nods. “I met him!” She squeaks, and it’s endearing how excited she is by this development. 

The mysterious man behind the S. Drake label on the mailbox. He must be cute if she’s this enraptured. Good, you think. It’s been a while since Natalia’s been on a date. She’s always interested in meeting guys. Maybe now she can stop dragging you along to bars for happy hour. 

“He sounds cute,” you tease as you shove your keys back into your bag. 

“Aw,” you hear a deeper, newer, voice approach from behind you, and your heart drops. Natalia holds in a giggle as your eyes widen in fear. “That’s so sweet, thank you,” the voice says. 

Slowly, you turn around - ready to run back outside if needed - to finally see the face of the infamous mystery man. And wow, oh wow. He’s much more attractive than you’ve been expecting. You feel your face get hot as your eyes come into contact with a pair of sparkling hazel ones. 

“I’m Sam,” he says, outstretching his hand in greeting. 

Words are nearly lost on you as you return the gesture, not missing the way your insides flutter as his warm hand grasps yours. Oh, boy. You’re in trouble. 

“Nice to meet you,” you mutter shyly, introducing yourself by first name before glancing over to Natalia. No wonder she slipped on her extra cute pajamas for the night. Now you can’t help but think you’ve interrupted something. If there’s one thing you know about your roommate, it’s that she does not move slow at all when she finds a guy. 

“You as well,” Sam expresses with a genuine grin. You bite your lip as you take your hand back, awkwardly clutching onto the straps of your purse until your knuckles turn white. You should really give them their privacy. Then again, you don’t want to hear what they’ll be up to later in the night. 

You move to excuse yourself, give them some space, but Sam stops you. Confused, your eyes dart to Natalia who only shrugs. “I, uh, asked your friend over here for advice on a pizza place since I’m new in town and she said she doesn’t eat pizza,” he says, making a face as if he’s asking who the fuck doesn’t eat pizza. 

She rolls her eyes and pouts, all with very flirtatious undertones. She’s pulling out all the stops tonight. Actually, you’re a bit surprised she hasn’t lured Sam to her bedroom yet. Natalia is a stunning girl. Guys always drool over her. 

“Uh, yeah,” you laugh, moving to stand by your friend. “She’s particular,” you say. You always thought it was bizarre, too. You’d never tell her that, though. She’s weird, and you love her. “There’s a place called Mac’s. It’s over on Strawberry. Best pizza in the city.”

“Mac’s,” Sam repeats, eyes dropping to your lips for confirmation. Or at least, you think. Pretty sure that wouldn’t cause him to click his tongue, though. You wonder if Natalia notices his behavior. But if she does, she says nothing. 

The man sighs and then very boldly looks you up and down. When he meets your stare again, he winks. You can’t believe this shit. But Natalia isn’t paying attention with her nose buried in her phone. “Thanks for the tip,” he says politely, then turns on his heels. “You ladies have a good night.” 

At this, Natalia snaps her attention back to the two of you. She pushes her hair off her shoulder and smiles. “Have a good night, Sam!” She calls, wiggling her fingers in his direction. “Oh my god,” she swoons, placing her hand over her heart. “He’s so hot, isn’t he?” 

“Yeah,” you mutter, face burning from your small encounter. “He definitely is.” 

“I think I’m gonna ask him out,” she states confidently. “Once he’s more settled in and all. I can show him around town…” She says. 

You bite your lip, keeping whatever comments you have to yourself. “Yeah, Nat,” you huff. “You do that.” 

-

“Sam,” you groan, leaning back into his chest. One of his hands rests on your hip while the other teases your lower stomach beneath your shirt. You can feel his breath as he laughs, erupting upon your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His lips ghost over the shell of your ear, nipping gently before he speaks. 

“Yeah, princess?” He whispers, moving his hand downward. His long fingers dip beneath the waistband of your shorts, dangerously close to the lace hem of your panties. “Talk to me,” he continues as if you can, as if his fingers aren’t slipping inside you. 

You bite your lip to cover a moan, fully aware that you’re in the laundry room and any other tenant could walk in at any time. Natalia included. “We s-shouldn’t,” you breathe, grabbing onto his wrist with your hand. 

He presses his fingers into you, and you shudder, knowing that you should pull his hand out of your underwear, but he’s working his magic, and all you can focus on is the pleasure he’s making you feel. Your nails dig into the flesh of his wrist, and he hisses at the sting but welcomes your reactions, proud of himself for making you squirm. You accidentally let out the softest moan, and it’s like music to Sam’s ears. And his ego. 

“You sure you want me to stop?” He asks, pressing his lower half against you. He’s hard just from touching you, listening to you. That’s hot. 

“N-no,” you stutter, grinding against his hand. 

“Good girl,” he praises, rotating his wrist so his fingers slip between your folds, gathering the slick in your panties that you made just for him. “So wet, princess,” he purrs, brushing against your clit. “Do I make you feel good?” 

“Mhm,” you nod, letting your head fall back onto him for support. You can’t think clearly, lost in Sam’s scent, mesmerized by his touch. This is so wrong on so many levels. But fuck, it feels so right. 

“Use your words,” he says sharply, stopping his movements suddenly. “I want you to tell me exactly how I make you feel.” 

“Ugh, god,” you groan, wiggling against him in annoyance. The bastard only laughs at your pathetic struggles. He's a sadist, you've decided. 

“If that’s what you wanna call me,” he taunts. 

You hear footsteps approach and the thrashing in your stomach subsides. Whoever it is, they’re your savior and your enemy all at once. 

Sam reluctantly withdraws his fingers from your sensitive pussy, and you whine at the loss of contact. But you have to compose yourself. You can’t believe you let Sam finger you in the laundry room. Again.

You clear your throat and step away from him, turning around to see who is making their entrance. It’s someone from one of the lower floors. You don’t know their name. You’ve only seen them around before. Being polite, you offer a friendly smile before looking back at Sam. 

He stares you in the eyes as he brings his fingers to his mouth. You watch with parted lips as he sucks them clean, rolling his tongue along each of the digits, savoring your flavor. The warmth builds in your gut, and when he removes his fingers with a wet pop, you whimper. 

He leans in closer, and you close your eyes, preparing yourself for whatever smartass remark he has. “You taste…so fucking sweet,” he voices. Your eyes blink open in surprise, arousal pooling between your thighs. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Sam winks at you, amused by your dumbstruck expression, before walking away and out of the laundry room, smug smile on his lips. 

It’s been two months since Sam moved in, and this has become a regular thing for you. Natalia hasn’t found the courage to ask him out yet. And now you’re afraid when she does, things will get complicated. 

You’ve never slept with Sam. But you’ve kissed him. And you’ve done other things, having your secret rendezvous in places like the laundry room or the hallway or in his car when you both get home from work at the same time. 

Honestly, you don’t know what your relationship is with Sam. You just know that you’re drawn to your new neighbor like a moth to a flame. And for whatever reason, he feels the same way about you. 

You don’t even know how it started. One night you ran into each other in the hallway, the both of you complaining about your long work day. And the next night, when he ran into you again, he had you pinned to his front door within minutes, his lips harassing your own. 

Since then, he’s been very handsy with you. And you don’t hate it. 

You’re asking for trouble, though. You know Natalia still has a crush on him. What you’re doing is definitely against Girl Code, but it’s not like you planned on falling for Sam… If that’s even what you want to call it. It just happened. 

He’s handsome, and he’s fun. You can talk to him for hours and never get bored. Sam has the most interesting life stories. Turns out you and Nat were both wrong about his job. He’s not a stripper like she thought. And he’s not a criminal like you thought. He’s a treasure hunter, which is just completely wild to you. 

But you’ve seen his collectibles strewn throughout his place on the rare occurrences you’ve caught view of inside his apartment. And he’s very detailed when telling you about his adventures. You and Natalia were stunned to learn of all the places he’s been. But it’s also something that made him more attractive to both of you. 

You are definitely in a sticky situation here. But there’s nothing you can do, simply because you don’t know where to start. For now, you can keep your secret with Sam. You don’t think your roommate will make a move on him yet. 

That's enough to satisfy you for the time being. Settled with your thoughts, you grab your laundry basket and your detergent and bid goodbye to the familiar tenant who entered. You try to make your way back upstairs without noticing the discomfort between your legs. 

As you fight your way up the steps, huffing and puffing, you're overcome with fear as you hear a pair of voices. Natalia is in the hallway and so is Sam. You hesitate as you reach the landing, rounding the corner when Natalia spots you. 

Cursing, you attempt to shuffle back down and pretend you forgot something, only to have her stop you. She calls your name, and you wait, clenching your teeth as she beckons you over. Sam lingers there with a pleasant smile on his face like nothing happened a second ago. 

“Hello, Sam,” you greet him, avoiding eye contact and hoping that he will do the same. In fact, you'd love it if he just ignored your existence entirely right now.  

“Hey, neighbor,” his rich voice rings in your ears. 

“Sam and I were just talking about you,” Natalia speaks, inching closer to the man at her side. She looks at him with a shy smile that he doesn't return. 

“What?” You ask quickly, swallowing down your trepidations. 

“I was just tellin’ Nat here that I had to get my ass downstairs to do some laundry or I’ll be walking around these hallways naked,” Sam answers with a cute little tone in his voice. 

“O-oh,” you mumble, flustered and still a bit confused. “And I came into this conversation how?” You wonder out loud. 

Natalia cocks her head to the side, eyes dropping to your full arms. “The laundry, dear,” she says, nodding to the basket. 

“Oh!” You laugh, letting out a breath. “Right." The laundry, of course. Could you be more dreadful? Honestly...

“Anyway, it’s always lovely to catch up with you ladies, but I’m afraid I have some things I need to attend to,” Sam states, his shoulder brushing against yours as he walks back to his apartment. His fingers, those same fingers he had inside you only minutes ago, come to his lips, blowing you both a flirty goodbye kiss. He winks, and you know that it’s for you. 

But Natalia doesn't, twirling her hair as she says a soft goodbye. Once he’s gone behind his door, your roommate lets out a dreamy sigh. “I think I love him,” she muses, head in the clouds. 

“Oh boy,” you mutter to yourself, feeling guilty. And a little annoyed. Why does she always want the guy? 

She doesn’t notice your change in tone, though. And continues to daydream as she heads into your apartment. You close the door behind you and take a few deep breaths before disappearing to your room to finish what Sam had started. 

-

Days pass by, and Natalia’s not any closer to asking out Sam. Therefore, you’re not any closer to ending things with him. Actually, you could say that your relationship has escalated. 

You still don’t know what it means. Talking about your feelings is not something you and Sam do often, if at all. Perhaps you should, but that would just complicate things more. You’re comfortable with your current situation, taking it one day at a time. 

Plus, it’s hard to worry when you have an attractive man standing between your legs, biting your neck like he owns you. His hands sensually rub up and down your thighs, gliding up your skirt and leaving a trail of goosebumps. Your arms slide around his shoulders as you tilt your head back, giving him more access to kiss his way up your throat. 

Your head bangs against his cupboard, and you can feel his smile as he chuckles against your skin. One of his hands travels upwards, gently cradling the crown of your head. “Clumsy girl,” he teases, pecking your lips softly. 

“You’re the one who put me on the counter,” you mumble, situating yourself as he pulls away from you. His lips are red and raw from your little makeout session mere moments ago, and his hair is sticking up from where your fingers were tugging. He looks sexy. Like, really sexy. 

“Better access,” he shrugs, and you scoff. His hands land on your thighs again, inching their way up beneath your skirt once more. You raise an eyebrow as you watch his fingers disappear beneath the soft cotton. 

“We should stop,” you say, but your voice is spineless and unconvincing. It’s hard to tell Sam - and yourself - no when he touches you like that.  

“Seriously?” He groans, dropping his head quickly. You jolt back as he accidentally bumps your nose. You lament and he laughs, gently cupping your face in apology. 

“Sam, Nat is my best friend. And she’s really into you.” You tell him these things as if they matter. As if they’ll change what’s happening right now. You and Sam are inevitable. 

“Well, I’m really into you,” he says before kissing your lips soft and slow. “Or I’d like to be." He whispers, knowing the influence his words have on you. 

You groan as the pleasure mounts within you, attempting to snap your legs shut. But you can’t with Sam’s body in the way. "Fuck," you mutter. 

“Look, if you want to stop, we’ll stop. I won't bother you again,” he confesses. He doesn’t sound annoyed, just frustrated. Upset. Maybe you’re being a bit of a tease. “But you need to know that I like you. I want you. Natalia is a cool chick, she’s a good friend. But that’s all she’ll ever be.” His admission is of little help. Your problem isn’t with him potentially liking Natalia. You feel guilty. You’re being a bad friend. 

You sigh, looking up at him with wide, unassuming eyes that make his breath hitch. You are perfect on nearly every level. And he wants you so bad. He wishes you would stop doubting the two of you. It’s obvious you work well together. You’re supposed to be with him. 

“You, on the other hand, princess, the things I want to do to you…would mortify your roommate.” He says, ticking that nerve that makes your resolve crumble. For a hot minute, you really miss the old couple who used to live next door. At least with them around, you never had a problem like this. 

“Sam,” you whimper, tugging at his shirt and drawing him closer. The need between your thighs intensifies as you look up at him. He wants this. You want this. Who are you to deny yourself pleasure? 

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks quietly, holding your desperate gaze with one of his own. He knows the answer. He just needs you to say it. He needs you to be vocal. 

“No,” you shake your head, tugging him in to kiss you. You melt at his hungry touch, finally feeling relaxed now that you’re not fighting him. And you’re so glad you stopped because Sam is a fucking god. You would never admit that out loud. His ego is already huge. But fuck, it’s true. 

Sam kisses down your neck, grazing over your sensitive spot with his wet lips. He licks a line up the side of your throat, pulling a raspy moan from your lips. You arch into him, and he takes the chance to kiss his way down your chest, swiftly undoing your bra. His hands reach for your shirt, but you’re already ahead of him, pulling the garment off to reveal your bare self to him. 

“Good girl,” Sam purrs, using the opportunity to bring his hands to your tits. His lips meet yours again as he feels you up, pinching your nipple so you moan, giving him the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. 

He tastes like root beer and tobacco and it should turn you off, but it’s intoxicating. And the stench of cheap cologne and smoke penetrates your nostrils. You’re drowning in him completely. On anyone else, you’d be repulsed by these combinations. But on Sam? It works. 

You miss his lips as he drags away from you, but then he slides to his knees, and your stomach ignites with yearning. The fiery look in his eyes as he peers up at you makes you quiver, and he notices, sending an arrogant smirk in your direction as your body twitches with want. 

He spreads your legs further apart, situating himself perfectly to kiss up your inner thighs. You bite your lip as you watch him glaze his lips up your soft skin. He stops midway to suck a bruise into your flesh, effectively leaving his mark on you. He makes a filthy sound, nipping at the purple blemish, causing you to jump. 

“Sam!” You hiss, lightly tapping his head. He doesn’t say anything, but you feel his mouth twist into a smile. 

He continues working his way up your right thigh before moving to the left, repeating his motions. He stamps you as his with his tongue and his teeth. And you know that no one else will ever see these intimate parts of you, but it’s still hot to think that if anyone did, they’d see Sam’s handiwork and know that you’re already spoken for. 

“You still with me, princess?” He questions as you seem to daze off, but before you can answer him, you feel his fingers toying with the band on your panties. You fall silent again, closing your eyes to focus on each sensation, the feeling of him tugging your underwear down, the way his fingers graze over your dripping folds, his hot breath clashing into your core. 

“Please,” you gasp, jutting your hips upwards. 

“Please what, dollface?” He mocks, pressing a hot kiss to your needy pussy. Your toes curl instantly, blindly feeling for his head or hands or anything to grab onto before you dissolve onto his counter. “Is this what you want?” He quizzes before gliding his tongue up your slit. 

You nod, letting out a sharp breath when he does it again. He mumbles something under his breath, but you can’t hear him. And you don’t care, not when you feel his warm tongue descent inside you. 

“Yes, Sam, more,” you mewl, your hand shooting up to grab the cabinet above your head. Your fingers grip the underside of the base, knuckles turning white from the pressure, and hand cramping. You can’t help it, though. 

Your other hand rests atop Sam’s messy hair, lightly brushing your fingers through with each flick of his tongue against your walls. Obscene whimpers tumble from your pretty lips as he delves his tongue deeper into you, eating you out like no one ever has. Seriously. You’ve never ever felt things like this before. 

With a strangled cry, you grind yourself against his face, silently begging him for more, which he happily gives you. His palms wrap around your thighs, pulling your cunt into his face. He laps at you quickly, circling your swollen clit with his skillful tongue. 

He’s so good, so sensual. You can barely take it. You squeeze your thighs around his head, the pleasure building in your abdomen ready to release. 

“S-Sam,” you moan, but it comes out like a whine, and the sound goes straight to his hard dick. “I can’t,” you cry out as spots appear behind your eyelids. 

But Sam doesn’t stop, sucking your clit into his mouth and pressing his long, lanky fingers into your pussy. Your hands fist his hair, tugging on the long strands as your climax approaches. You can feel it in your toes. That heat in your stomach burns like fire. 

Sam plunges his fingers in and out of you. And the force mixed with the talented flicks of his tongue have you cumming hard with a repeated groan of his name. You feel like you're floating as he works you through your orgasm. No one’s ever made you cum that hard. 

As he stands, you watch in a lust-induced haze as he licks his lips, gathering every last bit of you he can reach. His hand wipes over his chin and he smiles down at you, impressed. “That was hot,” he mutters. 

You don’t have anything to say as he undoes his jeans, shoving them down and pulling his cock out. Your eyes fall to his hand wrapped around his length, slowly stroking himself with your slick. On instinct, you spread your legs, welcoming him in between. Sam smirks at your blissed out expression and settles himself over you. 

“So eager now,” he chuckles, dragging the tip of his cock through your drenched folds. “Guess I know how to stop your rambling,” he teases, softly pushing into you before quickly pulling out. Bastard. 

“God, Sam, just fuck me,” you plead, throwing any reservations you had to the wind. You’re tired of denying yourself the simple pleasures of life. And Sam Drake is definitely a pleasure. “Please, just…I need you,” you mewl. 

“Need?” He tsks, placing his hands on the countertop. “Good. I want you to need me,” his voice lowers. “I want you to need me until you can’t fucking take it anymore. And I want you to beg. I want you to beg for me, for my cock, tell me how much you fucking need it.” 

“I--” You start to speak, but Sam cuts you off by slamming himself into you, knocking the words from your head and the breath from your lungs. Instead, all of your thoughts come out as high-pitched mumbles and cries. This is how you can tell him you need him. 

Still sneering, Sam moves his hips hard and fast, rough and frantic. The sound of his skin slapping against yours bounces off the tile walls, ringing right back to you. His hands scratch the counter, gripping tight as he pounds into your tight pussy. The feeling of you around him is sensational, and he’s happy to let you know it. “Fuck, you feel incredible,” he grunts, his mind already fuzzy with devotion. 

“Faster, Sam, fuck me faster,” you beg, wrapping your legs around him tight. You dig your heels into his back and pull him deeper into you, tossing your head back as he fills you to the brink. You grab his shoulders, clawing at his tensed muscles, which seems to set him off, judging by the way he groans and kisses your lips. Hard. 

“You look so good getting fucked,” he purrs, biting at your lower lip. His hands move to grab you by the hips, yanking you harder onto his cock. “Knew it from the day I met you. Imagined what you’d look like beneath me, the faces you’d make with my dick buried in you.” 

His words make you tingle. The fact that he’s thought about you in such a way for so long is flattering. And kind of obvious. “Yes, yeah,” you moan, acknowledging his confession. “Oh, god, Sam, feel so good,” you whimper. 

“That’s it, princess,” he groans in response. “Take it, fuck, take my cock.” He drops his face into your shoulder, trying to keep himself composed, but it’s nearly impossible. He’s about to come undone. But so are you. 

“Sam, I’m gonna cum,” you cry out in warning. He’s so deep inside of you, you can’t take it anymore. And you’re still sensitive from what his tongue did to you. God, you feel so bad for Natalia. But you feel so good right now. 

“Again,” Sam teases, his breath hot on your neck as he laughs. “You’re gonna cum again. Do it, baby, cover me in your juices,” he encourages you, bringing his hand to where your sweaty bodies meet. He rubs your clit in time with his thrusts until you're trembling. 

“Fuck, right there,” you gasp, and your body, following Sam’s orders, convulses as you cum for the second time, creaming on his cock like he wanted. Exhaustion hits you almost immediately with the aftershocks still pulsing through your veins. 

Sam smiles at your sweaty face, the hair stuck to your skin, your lidded eyes, the way your teeth scrape over your lip. You’re out of breath, fucked right. But Sam’s not done. 

He keeps fucking you, listening to the way your velvety walls squelch around him. You look so fucking pretty like this. A dream come true. He’s wanted you since the day he met you. And now that he has you, he never wants to let you go. He’ll talk to your roommate if you want. He just needs you. 

“Cum inside me, Sam,” you mewl as your body shakes in the aftermath of your climax. His dick brushes that spot inside of you, and you flutter around him in a delicious way that spurs him on. “Please, please,” you gasp, craving the feeling of him filling you with his cum. 

“Sweet girl,” he hums, holding your warm cheek in his palm. “So desperate for my cum, so desperate to have it inside of you, huh?” He coos, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone. "You want me to make you mine, don't you?" 

“Yes, Sam,” you hum, “make me feel it. Make me yours.” 

“Fucking filthy,” he murmurs, snapping his hips a few more times before unloading deep inside you. The warmth that seeps into you sets your nerves ablaze. He slows down, your pussy milking his cock until he’s done. 

Once he regains his breath, he slips out of you, and you wince, sliding off his counter. That’s definitely going to need to be cleaned, you think. And as you look down at your shaking legs and the mess between them, you’ll need to be cleaned, too. 

“So,” you cough, catching Sam’s attention. He smiles and wraps his arms around your waist, his pants still around his ankles. Well, this is new. But you like how close he feels to you. 

“So?” He repeats, waiting for you to say more. 

“What now?” You ask quietly, nervously. Now that Sam’s fucked you, will he get bored? Will he move on? Will he make a move on your roommate? 

“Now… Now we shower and I make you dinner. And you stay the night. And we do it again,” he laughs, kissing your cheek sweetly. “I never wanna let you go,” he sighs, squeezing you tightly against him. 

“Really?” Your surprise must show in your voice because he drops his arms and turns you around to face him. 

“Yeah,” he answers with a grin, tilting your chin with his fingertips. “If you’ll have me?” 

A smile spreads across your face. Of course, you’ll have him. Just…one thing, first. “I’d love that. Just pull your pants up.” 

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