#i wanted to bring icy back - even tho i don't know that i'll ever write kh stuff again

[queenofbaws]

a quick little update that will affect probably literally absolutely nothing, but if you're someone who's followed me/faved any of my kingdom hearts stuff over on ao3, you might notice a change going forward..........and that's that i added a pseud!!!

now my kingdom hearts stuff should be listed under the name it was written under: tehicycountess ;P

i don't know why, but lately i've been thinking about my, like, eras as a writer, and it just felt right to me that all my kh stuff should be bundled up with that name. this shouldn't change anything about the fics themselves because they're all still tied to my main acct, but i thought i'd holler it out into the void anyway, just in case anyone noticed!! <3

[golbrocklovely]

revenge of the nerd // sam golbach (pt. 2)

A/N: this took forever for me to write, but it was so fun to write when i finally got started lol nerdy sam just does something to me, much like brunette sam. anyway, tell me what you think about this part two. maybe i'll make a part three if yall want it ;) enjoy

prompt: stacy hates admitting it, but sam got under her skin. and now, she needs him more than ever. || fem OC x sam golbach

trigger warning: SMUT dear lord it's smutty, drinking/partying scene, cursing, popular!OC, a little bit less over the top than last time tho lol, sam is a “nerd” still, degradation, slut mentions thru the roof, baby girl/good girl/whore mentions, no condom sex, possible dubcon??, just be aware if that's not something you're interested in reading

word count: 3003

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“You have no idea how badly I need this party tonight.” I sighed, taking a huge gulp of my drink.

Heather raised an eyebrow at me. “Are you okay? You've been wound up ever since that party like two weeks ago.”

“I've just had a lot on my mind, and all I want to do is relax.” I huffed.

Heather smirked, “It wouldn't have anything to do with that Sam guy you got paired up with fo-”

“No!” I screeched suddenly, clearing my throat right after. “No. I-It has nothing to do with him.”

She put her hands up defensively, “Okay, just checking. I'll be right back.”

I nodded my head, turning away and rolling my eyes as I downed my drink. I can't believe she would bring up Sam.

Ugh, even the sound of his name pissed me off.

I hated to even admit it, but Sam got under my skin. For the past two weeks he had been all I can think about anymore. And what doesn't help is the boys that I usually used for my "distraction" weren't able to distract me. Or get me off.

And then when I would try to… alleviate myself, all I could think about was him.

I was sexually frustrated, and it was all because Sam left me high and dry.

Fucking nerd.

And what's worse is I don't even know if I'll ever see him again. I wanted to tease him, to make him feel as sexually frustrated as I was. That's the least of what he deserved. But I had no way to reach out to him. Not to mention, I didn't want him thinking I was crawling back to him.

If I get the chance to, he'll pay for how he made me feel that night.

I stomped through the house, trying to see where Heather went off to. I glanced around the living room, trying to find her. But my eyes landed on someone else.

Sam. Sitting with a girl. Obviously flirting.

My stomach dropped at the sight of him. He was dressed in a similar style like before. He took a sip from his solo cup, his eyes looking up and down at the girl he was talking to.

Should I go over to him? Oh my God no! What am I saying?

I watched as the girl slid her hand onto his leg, laughing at something he said. Then suddenly, his eyes gazed over at me.

I stumbled back, his icy blue look taking me by surprised. I immediately turned around and headed for the kitchen, praying that he didn't notice me staring.

Dear God, I'm just as pathetic as him. This is the absolute worst.

I needed to pour myself a new drink. I shoved past the random people blocking my way. I groaned as I made it to the sink, grabbing a new cup and making a quick vodka soda.

Maybe I could find Jared and see if he's not busy and then I-

Someone interrupted my thoughts. “Hey Stacy.”

I turned around to see who was calling me, only to almost spit out my drink.

Are you fucking kidding me?!?!?!?! “Hi.”

“So, crazy seeing you around. Didn't know you partied at the Delta Nu house.” Sam commented.

“Yeah, I come here often.” I replied dryly, keeping my back towards him.

“So, how have you been?” He asked.

“Okay. You?” I deadpanned.

He hummed. “Same.”

There was a long pause from him, and I prayed that he had left.

“Could you make me a drink real quick?” He placed his cup next to me, keeping his distance.

I rolled my eyes. “Can't you make it yourself?”

“Well, you're right by the alcohol, so I figured you could just pour me some.” He responded coolly.

“Fine.” I grabbed his cup from the counter, taking the vodka and pouring some into his cup. I heard someone from behind say excuse me; and all of a sudden, a warm body was up against mine.

“What the fuck?” I jeered, turning my head to Sam.

“Sorry, I was taking up space.” He apologized.

I whined angrily. “And you couldn't just move to the other side?”

Sam shook his head. “Nope. He kinda shoved me this way.”

“Well can you back up now?” I questioned, lightly pushing against him to make him move.

He didn’t budge. He kept his body against mine. “I highly doubt you want that.”

“I don't want you fucking close to me.” I barked.

Sam chuckled, his voice lowering. "Are you still upset about the other party?"

"What's there for me to be upset about? Honestly I was super drunk, so I don't really remember most of it." I smirked, turning to look at him.

“Oh… I think there was something about us getting put into a closet together and making a bet that I couldn't turn you on... And you lost.” He uttered into my ear.

I ignored the rush of nerves that washed over me as his breath fanned across my neck. “Weird. Don't remember that.”

“Right. So, you're not upset that I didn't get you off? That I didn't fuck you?” He whispered, his smile mocking.

“No. Besides I ended up sleeping with Jared that night. And then Ryan the next day.” I shot back.

He nodded. “I heard. Jared and Ryan like to brag.”

“Well, they are fantastic lovers. And so am I. Too bad you won't find that out.” I quipped.

“Is that so?” He questioned.

I rolled my eyes at him, trying to hide my pounding heart. “Here's your vodka soda. Are you gonna leave me alone now?”

"Just one more question," Sam took swig of his drink, pressing himself even more into me, my body flush against the counter. I felt heat spread across my skin, and I tried not to shiver as he pressed his mouth close to my ear. "Did they make you feel as good as I did?”

“Even better. T-B-H, I really don't even remember our time in the closet. I was hella drunk.” I stated.

He exhaled, amused. “You already said that.”

I felt Sam's hand rest against thigh, just right under my skirt. Then casually, he began to move it up, inch by inch. I gasped at the cool feeling of his hand against my warm skin. His finger had just reached the very beginning of my skirt when I realized what was happening.

"What the hell are you-?!" I whispered aggressively, grabbing his hand and stopping him. I glared at him over my shoulder. "There's too many people around for you to be doing that."

“That's the problem with you popular people. You think everyone is always paying attention to you. You think all eyes are on you. In reality, no one cares. No one is looking at you... besides me.” Sam argued.

I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of wondering if he was right, so I stared straight forward, my eyes boring into the glass cabinet in front of me.

He continued, his lips pressed against my ear. “I could literally yank your skirt up, rip your panties off, and fuck you against this counter, and no one would even glance at you. They would only notice what we were doing when you start screaming my name.”

I scoffed, “Like I would ever scream your name. I've never screamed anyone's name.”

“Then I guess Ryan and Jared aren't that good at sex.” He remarked.

“They're definitely better than you. You don't even have that effect on me.” I swallowed hard, knowing it was a lie.

Sam hummed against my neck. I could tell from the purse of his lips he was smirking. In an instant, he slid his hand up the rest of my skirt, cupping my sex and pressing my wet panties against my clit. I shuddered, my eyes widening as my hand fell from his and gripped the counter.

Sam murmured, “I beg to differ.”

I hadn't even realized how wet I had gotten, my mind completely fogged by Sam's presence.

Fuck, this is not how things were supposed to go.

“I've thought about you every night since that party.” He confessed.

I bit my lip, “Of course you have.”

“I even slept with other girls, thinking that maybe that would help. But it didn't. No girl is quite like you.” He kissed my neck gently, my back arching against him, “No girl feels the same as you. No girl is as wet as you.”

I couldn't even reply, the pressure he was applying to my clit made my eyes roll back. I needed more, and my hips started moving against him.

“Oh baby...” Sam kissed my neck sweetly, cooing. “Are you sexually frustrated? Did I do that to you?”

“Yes. W-wait no. No, I-I'm not.” I stuttered.

“Then why are you fucking my hand?” He queried innocently.

My eyes popped open at his words, glancing down and realizing I was grinding against his hand. I ripped his hand away, spinning around, and shoving his chest. He smacked back into the island in the middle of the kitchen, a look of surprise on his face.

I reared back and slapped him across the face. Only a couple people around us noticed, their expressions shocked.

I stumbled up to Sam, my face close to his. His eyes glared daggers at me, like somehow, I was in the wrong.

What an asshole!

“Either fuck me right now, or leave me alone Sam. Your choice.” I hissed.

He sucked his teeth, looking my body up and down, and grunting, "Fine."

Sam snatched my wrist and pulled me through the party quickly. He rushed us up the stairs and into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it behind him.

He pushed me up against the door, forcing my hands into his. He brushed his mouth across my chest and up my neck until finally pressing against my mouth. The kiss was deep, and I struggled to get my hands free from him.

I wanted to smack him again, but I also wanted to rip his clothes off. I couldn't pretend to not want him any longer. I needed him to fuck me.

I was able to rip my hands away from him, gripping onto his button up shirt and pulling him closer. His tongue pushed deep into my mouth as he lifted one of my legs, wrapping it around his hip. He grinded his hips against mine, my body arching into him.

I slid my hands down his body, unbutton his shirt as fast as I could. When most of the buttons were off, I reached down for his belt and tried to unbuckle it.

He moved my hands away, “I got it, baby. Take your clothes off for me.”

I bit my lip, yanking my halter top over my head. I pulled my skirt down and watched as he took off his shirt and unzipped his pants. His body was really toned, a light wash of hair adorned his chest.

“Wow, you look really good for a nerd.” I joked.

He blinked, “Get against the counter.”

I placed myself against the counter, facing him. He gazed down my body, his eyes lingering on my naked breasts. Then he spun me around, making me face the mirror. He pushed my body down into position, his hips lining up against my own. I could feel his hard cock against my ass, my slickness running down my thighs at the feeling.

His eyes met mine in the mirror, and then he let out a soft laugh. “You popular girl are so... full of it.”

“What?” I squinted at him.

“You think you're better than everyone else. Hell, you wouldn't even admit that I turned you on. But here you are, naked and dripping for a nerd.” Sam ran his hands down my body, tearing my panties off hastily. Then within seconds, he plunged his cock deep inside of me, my cunt already soaked for him.

I gasped loudly, “Oh my God!”

He kept his rhythm deep and sensual. “You like that? Does that feel good?”

“Y-yeah. Oh fuuuuckk.” I purred.

He groaned, “Fuck, you are such a slut.”

I whined, annoyed. “Wha-? N-No I'm not.”

Sam glared at me in the mirror, smacking my ass hard as he continued his thrusts. He lowered his lips down to my ear, growling, "I can already feel you clutching around my cock like you're gonna cum. I've barely fucked you for a minute. Of course you're a slut."

I hated how my body reacted to his words. I could feel my sex get even more slick around him.

I shouldn't like being called a slut, but it sounded so good coming out of his mouth.

"You think I didn't feel your pussy twitch when I called you a slut?” He tsked in my ear, biting it softly. “Look at yourself in the mirror. Watch me fuck you."

I glanced at our bodies in the mirror, barely able to keep my eyes open from the pleasure. I looked away for a moment, only to feel a swift smack against my ass again. I squeaked, my eyes widening at Sam's reflection.

"Look. At. Yourself." Sam pounded his hips with each word, going deeper than he was before. My eyes rolled in the back of my head, but finally I stared at myself in the mirror. My breasts swung with each of his heavy thrusts. There was a layer of sweat clinging to my skin, my hair was a mess, and I couldn't stop the ragged breaths flowing from my lips.

“Call yourself a slut.” He demanded.

I furrowed my brows at him, but his intense stare made my pussy clench around him. Fuck, he was so hot.

“I-I'm a slut.” I whimpered lowly.

Sam slammed into me, keeping himself deep, but stopping all of his movements. He pressed me into the counter, wrapping his arms around me. His hand reached up carelessly and grabbed my throat. My eyes widened, my hands grabbing onto him. The pressure from his hand made my whole body throb in ecstasy.

“Call yourself a slut again.” He ordered.

“I'm a slut.” I panted.

He bucked his hips into me hard. “Again.”

“I-I'm a slut.” I stammered.

"Good girl." He slid his hips back and slammed into me again, my body jolting against the counter. I whined pathetically, closing my eyes for a moment. "Call yourself a stuck-up bitch."

“I'm a stuck-up bitch.” I repeated desperately.

"So good, baby girl." Sam revved his hips back again, but this time he didn't move them. His tip teased my entrance, my legs shaking. "Beg me to fuck you."

My voice shook as I spoke, my eyes locking with his. “Please Sam, please. I-I need you so bad. Fuck, please Sam.”

“You can do better than that.” He sassed.

“Fuck! Sam, oh my God, fuck me! I'm so close to cumming, please! I need you. I need to come! Please fuck me. Pleeeeaaassee.” I sobbed, my nails digging into his skin. I even tried to move my body against his, but he had me pressed so tightly between him and the counter.

He smirked, leaning in to kiss my cheek sweetly. Then his one hand moved back down to my hips, the other sliding from around my neck and to the back of my head, pushing me down towards the counter.

Then he thrusted into my aching cunt again, his pace so much faster than before. I sounded like a porn star against the sink, crying out with pleasure.

“What are you, baby girl?” He asked, grunting.

"I'm a slut!" I wailed automatically.

"You're not gonna be that for anyone else anymore, you hear me? You're my slut now." He bucked his hips into mine wildly.

“I-I'm your slut.” I whispered, liking the sound of it.

“That's right, baby. You'll only be that for me. You're mine now. My. Little. Slut.” Sam moaned harshly, spanking my ass.

I shrieked, “Oh fuck Sam!”

“Do you like that? Do you like the idea of me fucking you whenever I want to? Keeping you needy for my cock?” He snarled against my skin, his cock hitting deeper as he lowered himself to me.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” I chanted, my mind going blank with pleasure.

"Of course, because you're a slut and that's all you can think of. All you want is my cock now. That's all you need!" He grunted, tugging on my hair.

I choked, “I'm getting so close. Please go harder, Sam!”

“Fuck baby, don't you dare come yet. Not until I say so.” He commanded.

He pounded into me over and over again, his hands gripping my hips hard. My hands cupped my breasts, squeezing and playing with them in time with Sam’s thrusts.

He placed two fingers in front of my face. “Suck on my fingers, slut.”

My mouth wrapped around his fingers, moaning at the feeling. He fucked my mouth in the same rhythm as his hips, my eyes lulling back as my cunt pulsated.

"God, I can't wait to use that whore mouth of yours,” he groaned. “Not tonight, but sometime soon."

He popped his fingers out of my mouth, lowering them down to my sex. He rubbed circles into my clit, my knees almost buckling.

I exclaimed, bouncing on his cock as fast as I could, “Fuck! I'm about to come Sam. Please let me come! Please!”

“I'm right there too, baby. Fuck, squeeze around me! Yes! Fuck! Come for me, slut! Do it.” He yelled.

My body exploded in ecstasy; my hips ravaged Sam's cock as he hit his edge. I screamed out passionately as I clenched around him, his cum filling me up deeply. Sam let out low, dark groans as he finished inside me, his hips finally stopping their movements. I could barely catch my breath as my body laid against the counter, the cool feeling calming my overheated skin.

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