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ererokii · 3 years

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Sooo... This request thing. You're aweosme 👉👈

Ooh boy it's a long one (changed it a bit)

-Erens so cute when he purrs and when you mention his curiosity and twitching ears ears and gentle touch, so as not to hurt the reader.

-when he kinda is paying attention to, analysing the reader or protecting them its SO cute

-It would maybe end as like cuddles and things and just... Talking. To him and him grunting or just nodding or thinking replies.

-Maybe be at night.

-Maybe it would start with... Eren In human form.

-Maybe he figures out that you don't think his titan form is so ugly but still a little new and scary and that maybe you like it

- Bam if you can somehow NSFW that... Uhmm?

So he... Turns into a titan and then. Some NSFW or just. Maybe he like. Scares or teases the reader on purpose for a reaction?

-And then NSFW somehow if you wanna put that in. Sorry for the way I type I'm kinda doing it as it all appears in my head lol

-I like your cute, and desperate eren, but also attentive and caring. I haven't seen you write a very cheeky or playful titan eren so maybe that would be nice.

I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING THIS ONE. Here you monsterfuckers, take your TITAN SMUT.

WARNINGS: MONSTERFUCKING. Oral (f receiving), mention of voyeurism, overstimulation, dumbification, multiple orgasms, edging, characters are 18+.

If these themes make you uncomfortable or you rather avoid, please block the tag “AOT SMUT” WC: 1.7K

Also thank you to the amazing @galair for this beautiful art🥺 everyone go check her out

Eren stays deep within his thoughts as he hums to himself, staring up at the starry sky. His loose strands tickle the shell of his ear, itching to scratch away at it but refuses. He can’t recall the conversation before the silence. It’s always been on his mind, but he’s been inquisitive as to what you saw him as, even if he knew the answer.

Am I a monster to you? Or am I just like you?

You knew Eren was quite insecure with himself when it came to his titan powers; no matter how many times he asked you that, you always gave him the same answer.

You were never a monster; you’re just a broken human like me.

For some reason, that has never failed to put a smile on his face. Being able to categorize himself with humans made him feel complete, separate from the monster people used to call him when he discovered the powers.

But know that he’s aware (once again) of how you feel, does he scare you?

Maybe he could ask you--, but he doesn’t want to ruin the mood at all. Now that he thinks of it, he can’t recollect a moment where you’ve seemed scared to be in his presence, unlike other comrades who look like they’ll leak themselves any moment.

Without even thinking, he blurts out the question. His eyes widen slightly when he realizes the words slipped past his lips.

“Am I scared of your titan form?” you ask, glancing over at him as you sit up, staring down at him from your position. “I mean, it is always somewhat overwhelming to see something so much bigger than me, and when I sit in your hands but no, besides that, I'm not.”

“Do you think it’s ugly?”

“I don’t,” you say with a smile, legs crisscrossed. “I think it’s unique. You know, just for you. I think it’s quite cute and--” you trail off, glancing over to the side. “--somewhat hot,” you cough in between words, hoping he missed that.

“Hot?” he asks, a hint of smugness evident in his tone.” You think it’s hot?” he leans up on his elbows, a smirk curled at his lips. “Why is that?”

“W-Well, I’m not going to tell you that! That’s too personal.”

“What if I turned right now?”

“Y-You can’t! Captain Levi and Hanji would come to chew you out if you did!”

“Hanji gave me the go-ahead to transform whenever I wanted to, just not to cause destruction,” he gets up with a grunt, backing up a few feet back. By the time he was in position before you could speak, lightning struck the earth, the ground crumbling from the shock.

You dug your fingers into the ground, lowering your head from the gusts of wind. In no time, it calmed down as you avert your gaze upward, emeralds stare down at you from high above, brown tresses swooshing in the air.

“You did,” you breathed out, releasing your grip on the dirt. Your hands are unsteady, still trying to compose yourself from the sudden change.

He’s not moving, standing as still as a statue before he drops to his knees, the birds sound asleep in the trees now awake and flying away from the commotion. Your heart feels as if it could burst from the confinements of your chest.

Your left eye peeks open, cowering within yourself. Your body freezes when you see how close he is. His body is lowered to the ground; knees pushed in like a Sphinx. His eyes glow in the darkness, a new feeling taking over your body.

His heavy breathing fans over your face, his head cocked to the side as if he was examining your small figure. He finds humor in your expression, nudging your body with his nose.

From the small force added, it caused your body to get pushed back. His ears twitch, the tips sticking upward. He moves forward, doing it once more.

“Eren, quit it,” you huff, sticking your arms out to keep him from doing it again-- which he’ll end up doing too. There’s no doubt that in that nape, he’s having the time of his life.

He wonders what else he can do like this. He thinks for a minute, noises emitting from his throat. He sticks one of his hands out, shakily raising a finger, and places his hands in between your legs.

He catches your gaze, his tongue peeking as he leans forward, barely pressing the tip against the bare skin of your neck. The new sensation causes your breath to hitch in the back of your throat, eyeing the pink flesh before gulping lowly.

Eren pulls away, looking at your skirt that happened to ride up your legs. His eyes seem to darken as his mouth closes, teeth grinding against each other.

“Eren?” you question him as he inches closer, his head lowering slightly to the ground. You’re about to call for him again, but his tongue makes an appearance also, pushing the material up more. Your eyes enlarge, fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt-- to which looks like fear in his eyes.

A noise of somewhat sadness comes from him, his ears lowering.

“N-No, it’s okay, Eren,” you stutter, face heating up from his motions. If you were honest, you could feel a small wetness pool in between your legs.

Before you know it, the tip of his tongue is in between your legs, the muscle lapping over your clothed cunt. Your arms are shaky as you let out a little gasp that sounds so cute to his ears; he can’t help but circle it around your clit.

A predatory look is in his eyes, looking down like you were his meal. The muscle goes sound, poking at your slicked entrance. Panting, you glance down at the position and pull your panties aside, shivering from the chilly wind and hot breathing in between your legs.

His jaw slacked; he works wonders on your needy cunt. The texture and saliva are enough to make you sensitive on the spot. Your eyes roll back as you chant his name, his tongue licking stripes up and down your folds, squelching noises occurring from his rapid movement.

Your legs are shaking from the overwhelming sensation. God, it’s becoming too much, but you can’t stop him, nor if you wanted to. You felt as if you would fall to the depths of the earth but yet stayed in reality.

The tip flicks at your folds, an incoherent noise getting stuck in the back of your throat when he begins to move it side to side rather than up and down.

You’re so needy for him at this point. You want him to stuff your tight cunt with his cock, to feel him stretch you out as he fucks you to no end. Having him do this to you was on another level of ecstasy, but you would accept it if this came up again.

The pressure he puts on your fragile body is enough to send you backward, but the way your heels dig into the ground and his gentle touches prevent that from happening. The slick left in between your thighs trickle down to your ass; the feeling becomes uncomfortable but erotic.

“Fuck baby,” you whisper, head falling back, staring up at the sky with lidded eyes. “Fuu..p-please don’t stop,” you slur, thoughts clouding with nothing but immense pleasure.

God, what if someone caught you? The adrenaline running through your body wouldn’t even let you care about that. But the thought of someone hearing you moan out pathetically as Eren licks away at your cunt, have you moaning out.

You wouldn’t be surprised if someone overheard. Eren’s tongue was a gift that meant to be cherished, even if that meant having him do this every day for you to get used to the sticky yet warmth radiating from the muscle.

The inside of your legs trembles, your head spinning in circles, rubbing small lazy circles on your puffy clit, desperate to be touched by his tongue. Your hole was being circled, his tongue barely pressing before retracting; the little shit was teasing you.

One of his fingers gently places over your leg to keep you from moving so much. His finger alone is enough to make you feel weighed down.

Your lips are moving, but nothing is coming out; no noise, no words. You’re completely out of it. Your fingers are clenching and unclenching around nothing, barely holding onto whatever it was you were. If someone were to ask you what day it was, you wouldn’t be able to tell the time of day or where you were at.

“ ‘M gonna cum,” your voice comes out soft yet needy, shifting your hips side to side, bucking your hips to the best of your ability. “I wanna cum on your tongue.”

His eyes flicker, a stripe licked up between your folds before resting on your clit-- a place that desperately needs attention.

Your delicate body is on the brink of defeat; an orgasm after orgasm washes over your body, and he shows no signs of stopping. You’re practically gushing at this point, your juices running down his jaw. You’ve made many feeble attempts to push him away; a growl would emit from him when you tried to do so.

Sweat trickles down your face into your clothes, causing the front of your shirt to stick onto your skin—short breaths of air, hiccups erupting from your throat. Your eyes roll back as your body finally gives out, falling backward onto his hand that was keeping you upright.

As you fall, a purring sound reaches your ears as his tongue finally retracts from your mess cunt, his eyes glancing at your slick sticking to you. His finger rubs the inside of your thigh, gently wiping away the transparent substance. His ears flicker as he listens to your heavy breathing, trying your best to catch the air that was taken away from you.

He lovingly nuzzles his nose against your patella, his dark tresses tickling your supple skin. After being pushed through multiple orgasms, you weren’t even sure if you could walk or get up from this position.

But he finally got his answer as to why you thought he was hot.

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13uswntimagines · 3 years

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Leave the Cooking to Me (Sam x Rose x Reader)

Request: Sam x rose x reader. Where R was a part time chef so she’s always cooking their meals and the team is jealous of the good food

Author’s Note: Special Thanks to @literaryhedgehog. We had way too much fun doing this one and spent way too much time looking up random food things. Gotta say that we are both a sucker for writing for Sam.

Sam and Rose were lucky and they would tell that to anyone who would listen to them. You weren’t just the sweetest human being they had ever met, or the most thoughtful. You were all of those things, and you knew how to cook. Not just recreationally either. You were the full fledged winner of Top Chef season 19, and the Sous chef at one of the hottest restaurants in Washington D.C.

“How can you make such good food dressed like that?” Sam asked, leaning over the island and resting her chin on her hand.

“What do you mean?” You raised your eyebrows at the woman, continuing to run your knife along the onion without looking at it.

“Don’t all of your skills come from your chefs coat?” Rose asked, sliding up beside you, her hand trailing under the back of your shirt. You shivered at the cold hand touching your skin.

“I’m not Iron Man. I can function without an outfit,” you said, rolling your eyes, as you grabbed an egg. You happened to like wearing an oversized pajama shirt and short-shorts while cooking. You never felt bad about spilling anything on them, since you didn’t exactly wear them in public. “Sam, since your hands aren’t literal icicles-” Rose stuck her tongue out at you playfully “- can you hold this and warm it up to room temperature while Rose helps me hold the pastry?”

“Ohhh what kind of pastry? Why is that filling purple?” Rose squealed. You knew how much she loved when you baked for them (especially considering those croissants you made them for special occasions). She pulled the bowl closer to her, and scrunched her nose when she saw the contents.

You may have had a good track record, but that color was crazy.

“It’s Spanakopita, but we’re going to experiment just a little bit. If you don’t like it you have to eat it anyway,” You shrugged, rolling out the dough onto a cutting board, and positioning Rose’s hands right where you wanted them.

“If you make it, we’re going to like it.” Sam snorted, and Rose raised her eyebrow at her.

You bit you lip, wilting just slightly. “I just got inspired, cause the beats are going to look so good in the risotto for the Arancini,”

“If it’s anything like that curry you made last time you got inspired, I think we’ll be ok,” Sam said, kissing your neck with a grin while you worked. You squeaked a little and jumped, hip-checking her to keep her away from accidentally touching the food.

“It’s just a shame Valentine’s day already happened,” Rose said, looking at the three bowls of filling in their various places on the counter or in the fridge, “Pink, red, and purple dishes would have made great themed appetizers for your restaurant!”

You snorted and shook your head. “I wish, we could do anything this interesting.” The arancini, maybe. The other two would probably be avoided like the plague for fear of any garlic or other lingering spices. “People are too bougie to enjoy the simple things like strangely colored foods.”

“Good thing we’re not!” Sam smiled broadly, stealing a piece of orange-colored pork from the bowl to your right.

“Yeah, we get all the sass and none of the class,” Rose giggled, barely avoiding your slap at her hand as she also stole a piece of pork.

Just then you heard singing from the couch. “We are family,” Sam stuffed the piece of pork in her mouth and jumped up to grab her phone from where it was wedged between the cushions. “I’ve got all my sisters and me.”

“Tha’s Kwsten,” She spoke through her mouthful then swallowed. Do you mind if I go take this?”

“Go for it, we’re about to stick this stuff in the oven anyway,” You nodded, giggling when she tripped over a chair on her way to grab the phone. “Make sure you swallow before you answer,”

“Took you long enough. What were you doing, trying to find your pants?” Kristie’s voice rang through your apartment the second Sam answered the call. You smiled when your girlfriend’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

“No, Y/n is cooking. She’s so good with her hands Kris, it’s not fair,” Sam said shaking her head.

Kristie snorted, wiggling her eyebrows at the woman. “I’m sure she is,”

“Stop trying to turn everything I say into a euphemism.” Sam groaned, sending a glare at Rose who was cackling like a madwoman.

“But you make it sooo easy,” Kristie teased, “I mean what was it you said last time, ‘she kneads aggressively?’”

“Bread, Kris. She was making bread. And you’re supposed to do-I mean knead it aggressively, that’s how gluten develops.”

“Stop trying to explain it babe,” Rose sang, her voice bubbling with suppressed laughter.

“You’re just making it worse,” You nodded along.

“You know, I’m not this mean to you when Emily and Lindsey pull this shit with you. I was even sympathetic with the Sketchers thing,” Sam pouted.

“We agreed to never mention that again,” Rose said menacingly, but Sam was distracted as you handed her a plate with the Spanakopita.

Sam’s pout melted off her face at the sight of the plate. “Ooo goodies. Thanks babe,”

You kissed her cheek and waved to her sister on the phone before heading back to the kitchen to finish the next set.

“What is that?”

“Just course one of the amazing appetizers lunch my wonderful girlfriend is making for me.” Sam bit in and rolled her eyes at the taste, holding up the other half of the Spanakopita so she could see the gorgeous and delicious purple filling.

“For both of you Sammy. Don’t leave Rosie out, that’s mean,” You called out, your tongue poking between your teeth as you stirred the pot on the stove.

In the background of Kristie’s call, Sam could see other teammates gathering around the phone to see her food. She stood and walked back to the kitchen, turning the facetime camera around so they could see the two trays out of the oven and then you stirring at the stove. You waved your spoon but stayed focused. The rice was just at the point when it was most likely to burn and you needed to make sure the texture didn’t go from delicious to goopy. Risotto wasn’t for the faint of heart.

“Look at how fluffy this Bao is!” Sam said, slowly tearing one of the dumplings in half in front of the camera. Sisterly torture went both ways- her sister may turn half of what Sam said into sex jokes, but Sam could rub the delicious food in Kristie’s face.

“Why is it so orange?” Emily asked, piping in from behind the older Mewis sister.

“Some awesome Indonesian spices that Y/n thought would be good,” Sam said, taking a huge bite out of the bun.

“Tamarind and Turmeric in the mix,” you called out from behind her.

“It’s not fair that your girlfriend is a literal chef who enjoys cooking in the weekend,” Emily whined, followed shortly by a “shut up Sonnett” from Lindsey and a thump.

“Experimenting apparently,” Rose said, mischievously.

“Not helping dear. Anyway, what were you calling about Kris?” Sam said pointedly.

“We just wanted to know what you eta for camp was?” Kristie asked.

“Um, the flight leaves tomorrow at what time was it again Rose? 8 am?”

“Try 4:30 am Sam,” You rolled your eyes. It was going to suck, but you were going to make sure to pack some tasty overnight oats so no one was grumpy on the plane.

“Ugh. That’s bullshit. Anyway, takeoff at god-awful early in the morning, and then we’ll see you when we land!” Sam said. She hung up the phone and moved back towards the counter.

“Don’t worry babe, I’ll schedule the flight next time,” You leaned up to kiss her cheek. “Now how bout you help me roll some balls?”

*****

“I don’t know what we did wrong this time?” Kelley said, poking the overly pale cinnamon rolls that had just come out of the oven. Then she turned the roll over to see a crisp black scorch on the base. “It looks like we took them out just in time though?”

“They’re pale on the top and burnt in the bottom,” Rose whined, tapping the middle of one of the rolls experimentally.

“Kind of line you Rose,” Sam laughed, patting her shorter girlfriend on the back.

“Haha, at least they’re not hockey pucks like the last batch,” Rose grumbled.

How they had let their teammates talk them into this, she didn’t know. What she did know was that cooking with you was way more fun than doing it with this bunch. At least with you everything turned out tasty in the end. And if she accidentally messed something up you always knew how to fix it.

“Stop that,” Kelley swatted Alex’s hand away from the bowl of icing. “That’s unsanitary. Let us drizzle it on the rolls first and then you can clean the bowl.”

“But then what are we gonna do with this caramel you insisted I stir?” Emily asked, looking up from the pot in front of her.

“It’s for the next batch. You put it in the bottom before you bake,” Sam answered, beginning to roll out the next set of cinnamon rolls.

“And technically, we didn’t insist you do anything Sonnet. We mentioned our idea to make caramel for the cinnamon rolls and you jumped up and said “I volunteer as tribute”” Rose grumbled. “You didn’t even let us suggest a recipe.”

“Which considering the success of the other recipes you picked, might have been a good idea,” Emily said, frowning slightly at the bubbling mixture in front of her. She was stirring but the bubbles weren’t going away like they did with pasta. Maybe because it was thicker? She stirred faster to compensate.

“Hey guys, what are you-... oh shit,” You raced over to the stove, nearly barreling into Emily as you grabbed the practically overflowing pot of molten sugar and moved it off the heat, praying you had gotten to it before it was too late. You really didn’t want to have to explain to the trainers why you and Emily had third-degree burns if the pot exploded.

You spun towards the group of older players, glaring at them. “Who let the child do the most dangerous job?”

“Dangerous?!?” Kelley and Rose sputtered. Sam just blinked at you

You shook your head and pinched the space between your eyes. “If it crystallizes and you don’t take it off the heat it can explode. You don’t stir sugar,”

“Oh. Well. At least there’s still icing?” Sam grabbed one of the better rolls and gave it a hearty helping of icing before handing it to you.

“What did you use, because Alex is vegan and she’s been eating it?” You narrowed your eyes at the offered plate, glancing sideways at a set of very pale rolls and a set that were very burnt and flat.

“Flaxseed and applesauce instead of eggs and oat milk instead of milk. And margarine instead of butter.” Kelley said, automatically. She and her fiance had been making vegan substitutes for a while now, and while they might not have been traditional cinnamon roll ingredients, she knew the measurements by heart, so that’s what they had used.

You bit your lip and squinted your eyes as you reached out and swiped a bit of frosting from on top of the bun and put it into your mouth.

You gulped when the salty substance hit your tongue, trying and failing to conceal your wince after the flavor. Your girlfriends were a lot of things, but apparently good cooks wasn’t on that list. “Hey, what container was the powdered sugar that you used for this in?”

“Um, this one?” Kelley said, sliding you a container.

Your eyes widened at the blue-lidded container. You had been experimenting for a new dish at the restaurant and had gotten a hold of some micro powder salt flour for it. You thought it would give the new cracker-jack-themed desert a better taste, and help to balance out all the sugar from the Caramel ice cream.

“That’s not sugar,” you said weakly.

Alex dipped her finger into the bowl and tasted it, gagging. “It’s salty!”

Sam frowned down at the plate in her hand. She hadn’t wanted to do this, to begin with, but the team had insisted. Assured her they knew what they were doing and that you would love the surprise. Instead, Emily had almost burnt down your kitchen and everything was a mess.

“Is none of it alright,” Rose asked softly from behind you, her lip jutting out.

You scanned the kitchen, looking from the still ominously bubbling ooze on the stove, to the cinnamon rolls so undercooked you could catch salmonella from them to the icing, then finally to a glass on the counter. You grabbed it and took a large swig of vanilla oat milk.

“Your milk tastes great!” you said enthusiastically, as the others started laughing.

Sam and Rose just wilted further. You sighed, wrapping your arm around your taller girlfriend and holding your hand out to Rose. “It’s the thought that counts guys. And I love the thought,”

“That’s what your parents tell you when you give them shitty presents so you don’t feel bad,” Rose grumbled, and Sam nodded.

You sighed, unable to keep your lips from tipping up in a smile. It was just. It was so bad it was funny. “Maybe next time start with something a little easier? I’d love some scrambled eggs and toast!”

Sam sighed. “You hate eggs,”

You laughed again. “But I love you, even if you two can’t cook,”

You leaned up to kiss under Sam’s chin and over to Rose’s cheek. You loved them and would remind them that their skills were on the field. They should leave the kitchen stuff to you.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #sam mewis imagine #sam mewis x reader #rose lavelle x reader #rose lavelle imagine #sam x rose x reader #literalhedgehog

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bechobbi · 5 years

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Rooftop (Sam Drake x @aliceriddel-aka-zephyr) Oneshot

There it is my friend! Sorry if took so long!

TAGS: @aliceriddell-aka-zephyr

Sam got your phone number few months ago when you two met by coincidence at a museum. He noticed you in the crowded hall of the building where there was the exhibition. That day he did everything he could to follow your figure across the rooms waiting for the best moment to approach you. He had seen your shy silhouette wandering around the art works. Then, at the right moment, he had pretended to bump into you. "Oops sorry madame, everything ok?" He asked struggling to act normal, but in his mind he was chuckling. "It's ok, no problem" you replied softly. "I was totally captured by these wonderful pieces of arts that I didn't pay attention on where I was walking. Sorry again." You smiled tenderly "Don't worry. Yeah, you can say it. I love this artist too." "You know him very well, don't you?" Sam kept talking as he reached your side. His gaze towards the painting just in front of you both. "Just the most relevant things. You do?" you were starting to enjoy that polite chit-chat. "Well, you know, just the relevant things" he chuckled and winked at you. You felt your cheek blushed and let out a small laugh sensing his interest for you. You two kept talking for a while and eventually he asked you your phone number with the excuse to go on other exhibits maybe together. You accepted.

The two of you had gone out together very often and you had started to develop a big crush on him, though the age difference between you two made you always stop yourself before saying inappropriate things. He was smart, humorous, charming, caring and so damn attractive. You were aware that people looked bad at him when you two were out together and did not want that others could think he was THAT type of men who go after little girls. It was hard to fight against those feelings, and it was even harder when Sam gave you some looks of his which made you twitch inside. It was like he wanted to tease you as much as he could to test your reactions.

One day you had gone to the city centre to buy some books for your studies. Once inside the shop your phone rang. The display was showing the name <<Sam>>. "Hello?" "Hi pretty, got plans for tonight?" You gulped at the way he called you "Ah..ehm..N-no, I am free" He laughed detecting your embarrassment, but it was a clear sign for him. A sign he could never not notice. "Sooo, preettyy I'm gonna take you out and show you something." Your legs shook a little and thought "FUCK STOP TEASING ME!". Instead of those words you replied with a curt "Fine, when and where?" "9pm. I'll come to your place. Dress nice. See you later babygirl." then he hung up. "FUCKFUCKFUCK!" you hissed inside the shop and when the cashier scowled at you with a frown you stormed out of the shop ashamed. It was 7.30pm already and you panicked at the idea of Sam calling you pretty and babygirl. You were sure he could smell estrogen in the distance and this savage image of him made your walls tremble. He told you to dress nice, what about that? What was the exact meaning of "nice" for Samuel Drake? Maybe an evening dress? Something sexy? Something elegant? Something... "Something WHAT?" you mumbled staring at your wardrobe. Considering the confusion in your head you decided to text him to ask. His answer came quick: <<Pretty, just dress what you feel like :P>> "Why you always so cryptic, Sam??" you frowned.

It was 8:30pm and in thirty minutes Sam would have been there to take you out. "TAKE YOU OUT", "TAKE. YOU. OUT." His words echoed in your head and suddenly your eyes widened discovering a whole new meaning behind them. He had never told you that, indeed he had always used more general terms. You mascara fell on the floor. Your hands started to shake and you found yourself still not ready! "SHIIIIIIT" you rushed back to the wardrobe throwing the clothes around the room. By taking a quick glance at the clock (it was obviously going faster because it knew you had an important night waiting for you!) you saw that for heaven's sake it was... DING-DONG.

Your doorbell. "SHIT!"

DING-DONG. "FUCK!"

DING-DONG. "Goddamn me! I'M COMING!" you yelled in complete frenzy and run toward the door.

DING-DONG. DING-DONG. DING-DONG. DING-DONG. DING-DONG. DING-DONG. DING-DONG. DING-DONG.

The doorbell kept ringing till you wrenched the door open panting heavily. "Looooove the way it sounds" Sam chuckled with a big smile on the face and his forefinger still on the doorbell. "I GUESS SO" you roared. Then puffed and recovered your normal cute attitude.

Sam lifted his eyebrows and whistled at you. This made you remember you had just shorts and t-shirt on. He couldn't pass up this opportunity, so he stepped inside while closing the door behind him then leaned against you. "All for me... pretty girl?" You bit your inside cheek and stood there paralyzed. You were watching him in slow motion: his hand reached your chin while he looked in your eyes intensely. He eventually pinched gently your nose and winked pushing away from you. Your head felt dizzy cause you thought he was about to kiss you. He chuckled and reproached you: "C'mon! Go get ready!" You jumped and stammered out "I don't know what to wear". You were fidgeting with your fingers. He smirked, then crouched down gazing at you from below and grabbing your hands: "Show me what you have, pretty girl. I'll help." You blushed and snatched his shirt to guide him through the apartment. Once in your room he burst out laughing at the sight of the mess inside there.

"A bomb exploded here?" You smiled at him and gestured the wardrobe: "YOU dropped it by saying to <<dress nice>> as I have no idea of what <<nice>> means to you." Sam sat on the bed picking up random clothes on it, he made a funny face when he found one of your bras. Then replied to your affirmation. "Worried about me? About what I think it's <<nice>>?" "Yeah! 'Cause for the first time you asked me out! And I wanted to be..." you stopped and bit your tongue when that sentence left your mouth. It was too late for retrieval. He patted on the bed next to him: "Wanna tell you something, come here". You slowly reached him and sat down. He was so near like never before and you didn't know how to behave in that new sistuation. Age difference came into your mind once more, you couldn't deny it was inconvenient for both of you. Though, Sam was the most careful man you ever met and you had just unloaded that fucking sentence. "Shit..." was the only word your brain was able to process in repetition. "Daria" he was staring at the floor "I've never asked you out before. Yes. You're right. And... you're so young... You know, I really struggled to see you just as a friend..." Sam was serious but his strange smile made you intercept some sort of embarrassment. "...Shit... I'm no good at these things..." You were gone. Totally left behind. Was he really saying what you heard? Impossible, how could that be? For all this time he... he tried hard to avoid to see you more than a friend? It felt so fine and wrong at the same time.

Silence between you two.

At some point, you found the courage to speak. "Sam..." "Yes?" "...would you still mind helping me with the clothes?" Sam scoffed and you relaxed a bit. He took your shoulder and rocked you genlty "I was serious, you know? You've ruined the moment!" then gave you a wink. You laughed "Sam, what you doin' with my bra?" He looked down at it studying the texture. "I was wondering how it'd fit you." "I could show you..." He choked and started coughing hard "Gotta quit smoking...", then when he recovered he glanced at you figure "Well, well, well... do I have to take it as a <<yes>>?" You bit your lower lip and nodded softly. So he held your shoulder tighter and a big smile appeared on his face. The man passed you the black lacy bra which had the peculiarity be a close front bra. "Alright then, now we will dress you up with something nice and go together to an exhibit. Just me and you. Sounds good?" "Pretty good. So, show me the meaning of <<nice>>" He smirked and stood up reaching the wardrobe. In less than 10 minutes he had chosen a dark green silky shirt with long sleeves, a black pleated mini skirt, a black racer leather jacket and a pair of dark green boots. The finishing touch was a black velvet lace tied into a bow around shirt's neck. He helped you with this last thing then took a step back to admire your figure. "There you are, take a look" he said proudly gesturing the mirror on the wall near the wardrobe. You did so and felt beautiful. You watched yourself in the mirror covering your mouth in disbelief. The one Samuel Drake really had an extraordinary idea of <<nice>>! And he was great with colors too! "So?" he asked "Wow! I like it!" you answered turning to him. "Glad to hear it, pretty girl" and said so he hugged you from behind placing his chin between your neck and shoulder "You're super cute with those puppy eyes of yours" A thrill went up your spine. He was so damn close! And wanna talk about what he just said to you?! "Me? Puppy eyes?" was the only thing you managed to say starting to feel the warmth coming from his body. He gave you a feathery kiss on the side of your neck and a soft moan escaped your mouth. He groaned too hearing that lovely sound, so he gently captured your lips with his. He kissed you. You two finally kissed after all this time!

After this first contact, the two of you headed to the exhibit Sam wanted to go with you. You enjoyed yourself a lot, flirting and playing around in the crowd, then at some point Sam grabbed your hand and started walking fast in the direction of an emergency exit. He opened it by stealth, went out and and pulled you in his arms closing the door with one foot. He kissed you again, and again, and again, and again... "Oh, how long I waited for this moment to come, Daria, you know that?" "Tell me about it, Sam" you giggled "And would you mind please tell me why the alarm of the emergency door didn't sound?" He showed one of his most cheerful smiles "A friend of mine owed me a favour" You smiled back "So what's next?" "Follow me and I'll show you, my little Daria" You did so as he went up the stairs. Once at top floor of the building he rummaged in his pocket to pull out a set of keys. He put the right key in the keyhole and led you on the rooftop. You took strong hold of one of his arms and whiper "Sam, I am terrified of heights" "Don't worry babygirl, stay near me ok?" He locked the door and wrapped your waist with his strong hands. "This is my surprise for you" he said pointing at the full moon in the sky. The astonishing view made you forget about your fears. "This night is ours, kitty" and the two of you started kissing eagerly.

The night was illuminated by the moon, the streets below were full of nightlife. You were lost in Sam's arms. He was teasing you by gently licking and biting your lips. Thrills covered your whole body and you noticed how wet your panties already were. You couldn't help but moan in low voice as he pushed you to the edge. "Daria, puppy eyes, you know you make me think of such dirty things" Your knees trembled and your heart skipped a beat. "Do you want me? 'Cause I really wanna have you..." He was asking your permission. Your gaze roamed his lustful expression and gave him a wet kiss. "Sam...I do, of course I do want you..."

Next to the door there was a travel bag, Sam hurried to it. Inside, there were a pair of blankets and two pillows. He made sure he locked the door then came back to you. He intertwined his fingers in yours and pulled you toward the place he had in his mind. Just around the corner of the wall where the door was positioned, there was enough space for both to lay down. So he prepared everything and captured you again in his embrace. "Where were we, my sweet Dasha?" A lascivious smile covered your face and crawled down on the blankets with him. Sam wanted you to feel his hardness so he grabbed your hips and put you on his lap. You felt it and heard him groaning. As you saw his increasing pleasure you pushed your hips little harder and he threw his head back cursing. "Dasha, you're gorgeous...". By saying so his hands clutched your breasts then he started to unbotton your shirt. You were panting hard and getting even wetter. Sam found his way to your close front bra and in a second he was admiring for the first time your naked chest. The velvet lace was still tied in a bow around your neck. "So hot..." he murmured as yor nipples hardened. He dribbled his thumbs and forefingers and caressed your nipples. High pitched moans escpaed your mouth and he made you feel his bulge more and more. At some point, you begged him to take you while you were already unzipping his pants. Sam moved your panties on one side of your wet pussy, lifted you up by grasping your ass and place his tip at your small entrance. Gradually, Sam moved you down while with his hips were pushing to enter you. It hurted like the first time as he really was well-endowed. You were clutched to his body, your breasts against in face, your hands in his hair. Lost and horny as hell. God only knew how many times you dreamt all this. He began murmuring your name and groaning louder at each thrust goig deeper and deeper. Finally, Sam was showing you how much he loved you and for how long he had to hold back. He bit and sucked your breasts finding his way to your spot. The both of you eventually reached your climax. He was panting heavily and you were almost unconscious. You hugged him tight "I love you, Sam. Don't leave me." He hugged you back "Daria, I won't, believe me. I love you so much". In a moment of full lust, you decided it was time to make him cum, so you started riding him harder as you forced him to suck your fingers. Sam smiled smugly and played your game by sucking, licking and biting your fingers as his cock was taking you more and faster. He couldn't help but moan together with you when he noticed you were about to cum. "C'mon little kitty, c'mon, let me feel you, make my cock wet with your sweet juices..." he ordered you at each thrust. "Ah- Saaaam..." your walls clutched around his hardness, as he kept pushing you cummed whimpering loud. By hearing those lovely sounds of yours he felt his climax near, then he filled you up.

You stood there on him smiling like a stupid as he did the same. He tucked your hair away and gently made you lay down in his arms. "You're so small...you should have told me, sweet Dasha" he chuckled. You scoffed "I used to be" He kissed you "Yeah, you can say that. You'll never be again with me around".

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