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sitting here kicking my feet hiding from people on my own birthday

cw: smut.ᐟ video call teasing.ᐟ soft dom!ben.ᐟ spanking.ᐟ cockwarming.ᐟ reverse cowgirl.ᐟ degradation kink.ᐟ punishment.ᐟ possessive!ben.ᐟ filthy talk.ᐟ power play.ᐟ 18+

#notes: sorry not sorry for this ovulation week post.

all i can think about is giving ben a boner while he’s on call…

“fucking stop it.” ben’s voice is quiet, almost a growl behind gritted teeth.

you hum all sweet under your breath, sliding past where he’s sitting on the couch, feet propped up, laptop balanced on one thigh.

the vought executes are babbling about something— some boring new endorsement offers, which fucking comic line they want him to smile for next.

and ben’s trying to stay still.

but you— you’ve got that smug little bounce in your step. his shirt hanging loose off one shoulder, hem just barely covering your ass. no bra. no panties. he knows, because every time you bend down, you flash him that pretty little cunt like it’s an ‘accident’. and now you’re really playing with him.

you lean over the arm of the couch to ‘grab something’— stretched out, your ass jiggling right near his lap. and ben’s eyes drop like a moth to a flame. the shirt rides up just enough. soft thighs, creamy skin, the outline of your pussy lips parting as you bend.

his cock throbs. fuck, he’s pulsing. he has been for the last twenty-minutes.

he shifts in his seat, crossing his ankles tighter, like that’ll stop the aching throb under his zipper. like his cock isn’t already swelling against the seam of his pants, leaking, begging for friction.

you glance over your shoulder like you didn’t notice. as if you didn’t just ruin his fucking train of thought for the tenth time since this call started.

“jesus fucking christ,” ben mutters under his breath, jaw tightening. and the voice on call drones on.

you walk by again, fingertips trailing through his hair, pressing a soft kiss to his temple like it’s nothing.

he fucking twitches in place, eyes flutter. cock twitches, dribbling pre-cum against the confines of his boxers.

you act like you have no clue what you’re doing to him— but you do. and it’s on purpose.

he can feel it. you’re prancing around, all sweet smiles and little sighs, pretending you’re just tidying up, just folding laundry, just making tea— but your hips swing like you want him to stare. your body brushes against his arm every pass like you need him to snap.

“i said, fuckin’ stop it,” he hisses, yanking his mic on mute. “you wanna be a brat? keep pushin’ and see what happens when this ends.”

and you giggle in response.

his hips rut up once— subtlety, hips bucking, grinding down into the heel of his palm as discreetly as he can. and he’s a fucking mess.

every breath is a fight now. every shift of your body sets him off. then you drop a tea towel and bend down slow, reaching for it like you’re in a vintage pinup calendar.

your thighs part. his shirt lifts. and he sees everything— wet, bare pussy. the sound that rips out of his throat is nothing more than feral. he turns his camera off, doesn’t log out, doesn’t even wait for the call to end. just flips the laptop shut and stands.

“nah, fuck this,” he snarls. and before you can turn around, he’s on you. grabs your wrist, yanks you over his thigh like a ragdoll, and tears the shirt up your back.

“you think this is funny?” his voice is rough in your ear, fingers curling tight around your hips. “you think i’m gonna sit there with my dick hard for forty fuckin’ minutes while you wag your ass in my face?”

your legs kick, half a squeal, half a gasp— but he’s already tugging your shirt up.

his hand slaps down hard across your bare ass. you jolt with a cry, stinging heat blooming where his palm lands.

“should spank this little cunt too,” he growls, voice full of need. “maybe that’ll remind you what happens when you act like a fuckin’ tease.”

his cock grinds against your hip now. stiff, heavy, still trapped in his pants, like a fucking prisoner.

another smack.

this time lower. right across your pussy lips. your head’s woozy bent over his lap. he grabs your thighs and holds you still.

“no,” he grits. “you wanted attention. now you’re fuckin’ gettin’ it.”

he spanks again— over your cunt, sharper this time. the sound it makes was nothing shy of slick and wet.smearing your own arousal on yourself.

you’re moaning now. clenching around nothing, skin prickling, whining under your breath as he rubs his palm over the red-hot fat of your ass cheeks.

“better start apologizing, sweetheart,” ben mutters. “or m’gonna put you on call next time. make you sit on my cock and let ‘em see exactly how much of a mess you make when you act like a slut in my house.”

you squirm in his grip, lips parted, breath catching— because he’s serious, you don’t doubt that for a second. there’s a fire in his voice that makes your cunt pulse.

he smacks your cunt again, harder, right on your clit. your breath leaves in a shaky whimper.

“yeah, s’what i thought,” he mutters. “needy little cunts always gotta be stuffed, huh? can’t even behave when i’m workin’. just gotta walk around beggin’ like a goddamn slut.”

his words burn, dragging slick through your core— your clit throbbing under the pressure of his hand.

“you wanted attention?” he rasps, grabbing your jaw so you’re forced to look at him, lip trembling under his grip. “you got it. now take your fuckin’ punishment like a good girl.”

you whimper like a petulant child. hips twitching with no relief. your thighs ache from being spread across his lap, but he doesn’t let up. again and again. until you’re babbling out nonsense, tears prickling at your lashes, hips rolling involuntarily toward the heat of his hand.

“squirming, beggin’ for it. that’s what you wanted, huh? wanted me to break focus and remind you who owns this fuckin’ cunt?”

“yes,” you gasp out, a sob caught in your throat. “yes— i’ll be good, i promise.”

his hand stills on your ass, gripping tight. “damn right you will.”

and then without warning—he lifts you. makes a noise low in his chest as he stands, arms like steel under your thighs, your body limp with arousal and submission.

he drops back onto the chair and pulls you into his lap, facing away, back flush against his muscular chest. one big hand pushes your thighs apart, the other wraps tight around your waist as he lines his cock up— pressing the fat red tip between your slick lips.

he drags it through over and over until the shaft is soaking in your mess. and then he sinks you down on him. all of him, all at once. no prep, just thick veiny cock stretching you full.

you gasp. your thighs shake. your nails scrape down his forearms as your hips jerk. but he holds you still. buries you there, locked in place.

“shhh,” he murmurs, nose nuzzling behind your ear. “m’not done workin’.”

your breath hitches. “w— what?”

he reaches for the laptop with one hand, camera flipped open again, mic toggled on. his cock throbs deep inside you, unmoving. so thick, the ache becoming unbearable to sit still.

“you’re gonna sit there nice and pretty,” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “keep my cock warm while i finish this bullshit.”

you start to wiggle, feeling him nudging at your cervix— but his arm tightens instantly, holding you still.

“uh—uh,” he warns, voice dark and delicious. “you move, and you’re gettin’ bent over this couch once i hang up.” then, almost a whisper—“behave, baby.”

and just like that, the meeting resumes. his voice is calm, his tone, smooth. ben’s got that charming smile and the excuse that you’re just ‘joining in’ for the meeting with him.

but below the angle of the camera, you’re stuffed full of his cock, cunt fluttering around him, dripping creamy slick down his thighs while he pretends nothing’s wrong.

and you can’t even make a sound.

because you know damn well ben will make good on every single one of those threats.

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ITS MY BIRTHDAY

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on the lookout for birthday fics for my birthday tomorrow 😝

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MY BIRTHDAY IS THIS WEEKEND RAHHHHH IM GOING TO HIBACHI

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AND YOU SAY DADDYS HOME!!!!!!!

i love love loveeee how you write smut and was wondering if you could do one where soldier boy notices the reader is commando? whether thats out on a date or in his apartment please and thank youuu 🙏🙏🙏

cw: smut-ish.ᐟ domestic fluff.ᐟ housewife tendencies.ᐟ praise.ᐟ daddy kink [mentioned once].ᐟ spanking.ᐟ manhandling.ᐟ soft!ben.ᐟ pet names [baby, sweetheart].ᐟ 18+

#notes: hi love, hope you like it !! not edited so there may be some grammar errors oops.

you hear the front door click open just as you’re pulling the baked potatoes out of the oven, the rich scent of steak, butter and rosemary already curling through the kitchen.

“i’m home.” ben's voice comes from down the hallway.

you set the tray down turning around, wiping your hands on a towel and practically skipping across the kitchen. your bare feet pad against the tile as you meet him at the doorway, arms already reaching. he looks rough, beard thick and jaw tense, eyes tired from whatever supe business vought had him tangled in today.

“mmh there’s my girl,” ben mutters as you throw your arms around his neck, peppering kisses across his cheek. “missed me that bad today, huh?”

you hum, pleased, lips brushing his scruffy jaw. “i always do.”

he pulls back enough to look at you, one hand sliding down to squeeze your hip. “smells fuckin’ incredible in here.”

you beam. “steak and baked potatoes. just how you like.”

ben grunts, approving, glancing around the tidy living room. the couch cushions fluffed, surfaces dusted, laundry’s folded in a neat basket.

“look at you, bein' a good little housewife all day"

“just wanted to do something nice,” you shrug sweetly. “you’ve been working so hard.”

he’s shoves his red finger gloves into his pocket, eyes trailing down the oversized t-shirt that barely hits your mid-thigh. one of his old tees, cracked from age and many washes. the kind of shirt that doesn’t show much— until you turn and he gets the perfect view of the curve of your ass.

“potatoes are almost done, steak just needs a few more—” you bend, reaching to open the oven again, and that’s when he sees it. nothing underneath. no lace, no cotton, not even a thin little thong.

just bare creamy skin peeking beneath the hem, soft thighs shifting as you lean forward to grab the pan.

he’s silent for a second too long. “baby,” he says tightly “you wearin’ anything under that?”

you blink over your shoulder, caught, but not surprised. “no.”

he's behind you quickly, palming over your bare ass, voice catching just slightly. “jesus christ, sweetheart. you been prancin’ around my house like this all day?”

and when you giggle in return, he smirks to himself. “fuckin’ knew it,” he mumbles. “you got this cute little thing goin', playin’ house all the time— now we got no fuckin’ panties?”

his palm cracks down against your ass— the sound echoing through the warm kitchen air, making you yelp and jerk forward on instinct.

“ben!”

“nah,” he grunts, grabbing a handful and pulling you back against him. the hard line of his cock presses against your lower back, hot even through the thick material of his supe pants. “you don’t get to walk around like that and act all surprised when i react.”

you’re still holding the oven mitts, still crouched partway with the potatoes balanced on the open door, and he’s crowding you from behind now— hands roaming up under the hem of his shirt, big and warm on your skin.

“dinner” you breathe, laughing nervously, “baby, we can’t— i just took the potatoes out—”

he noses along your shoulder, lips brushing your neck. “mmhm. and you can’t bend over like that without warnin’ me. what the hell you expect me to do? m'just a man.”

“you could at least wait twenty minutes” you tease, breath hitching when his fingers squeeze your hips.

he chuckles darkly, low in his throat. “ain’t gonna happen.”

your giggle turns breathy when he drags his hands forward, slipping between your thighs, just barely grazing over where you're already starting to ache for him.

“wearin’ my shirt, cookin’ my dinner, all sweet and bare underneath like a fuckin’ dream. you really think i’m waitin’ until after we eat?”

you shiver. “but i thought you were hungry.”

“i am.” his palm cups between your legs, two fingers pressing in just enough to make your knees wobble. “but not for dinner right now.”

ben reaches past you with one arm, flicks the stove off with a click, and mutters, “fuck dinner.”

you barely get a breath before he’s got an arm hooked under your thighs, sweeping you up in one easy motion. “oh my god—”

his eyes sparkle as he carries you down the hall like it’s no big deal. “you pulled this shit. walkin’ around like some little housewife from a wet dream. all happy and bouncin’ to the door when i get home, kissin’ on me, tellin’ me you cooked my favorite meal—”

you wrap your arms around his neck, face burning “i was just trying to be nice—”

“mm. nice doesn’t get your ass spanked in the kitchen, sweetheart.” he kicks open the bedroom door with his foot. “prancin’ around bare under my shirt? you knew what you were doin’. and i’m gonna make sure you know what that does to me.”

he drops you onto the bed like you weigh nothing, standing over you for a moment— wild hair, heaving chest, pupils blown with hunger. “lay back keep them thighs spread— daddy’s home now.”

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on the grind with markiplier in the background

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need this old man😭🧎‍♀️

PLEASE WRITE AB HOW BEN WILL BE A HUSBAND😩😩😩😩😩i crave him

cw: fluff & smut.ᐟ fiancé!ben.ᐟ husband!ben.ᐟ sfw & nsfw headcanons.ᐟ pet names [sweetheart, baby, wife].ᐟ 18+

۫ ꣑ৎ bee yaps: hii anon, i added some wedding related ben headcanons along with ben as a husband. because in my mind, ben would totally go against the idea of labels and marriage at first. hope you like it ꫂ ၴႅၴ

fiance!ben:

⟢ ben swore up and down he’d never get married. “the hell do i need a piece of paper for? ain’t like it means anything.” he said it so many times at the start, you stopped bringing it up. but as years pass, and he’s still with you. still sleeps tangled up with you, still defends you like his life depends on it. he starts getting more affectionate, even more possessive. one day he just blurts it out. “you’d say yes, right? if i asked?”

⟢ every part of the planning process, oh lord. “god damn cake tastings, fuckin’ caterers, why the hell do we need six goddamn forks?” nearly throws a folding chair during the rehearsal dinner because someone keeps calling him “the groom” like it’s an insult. he’s not a groom he’s fucking “soldier boy” !! “you say the word, sweetheart, and we elope in fuckin’ vegas tonight.”

⟢ he ‘jokes’— relentlessly about wearing his supe suit to the ceremony. you threaten to cancel the whole thing every time he brings it up. “it’s classic, baby. dark green, gold, stars. what’s more romantic than liberty?” he settles for a dark green dress-suit, that’s military inspired but tailored sharp. but he still refuses to wear a boutonniere because he “ain’t a flower girl.”

⟢ but at the reception?? he never stops touching you. arm on the back of your chair, palm on your lower back, a kiss to your temple before the first dance. “don’t expect me to spin you around like those young bastards, i ain’t pulling a hamstring.” he’s too drunk by the end of the night, slurring that he “fucking won” because of you, all dressed in white, clinging to his arm. “best decision i ever made,” he mutters against your neck while you try to drag him upstairs.

⟢ also… ben gets drunk at the reception and won’t shut up about being married, now that the tedious part is over. arm around your shoulder and a whiskey in the other. slurring “that’s my wife” to anyone within ten feet. someone compliments your dress and he slurs, “fuckin’ right she looks good. shes a married lady, asshole— watch it.”

⟢ that night when all is said and done, he takes his time, surprisingly gentle. it’s not performative or his ego, just ben, married and settling you into the mattress like he’s earned it. “mrs. fucking soldier boy,” he grins against your skin. “officially mine now, huh?”

husband!ben:

⟢ gets jealous when someone compliments your cooking. even if it’s your own family. he stands behind you rubbing your hips while you plate dinner, whispering “you don’t gotta cook like that for anybody but me, y’know that?”

⟢ ben violently refuses to read the instruction manuals on anything. he opens the box, dumps everything out on the floor, and mutters, “how hard can it be?” two hours later, the coffee table has one leg shorter than the others, and he’s bleeding from the knuckle. “it’s not rocket science, baby. i was in wars before, i think i can handle a couple screws and wooden pegs.”

⟢ ben who swears up and down he hates all your shit cluttering the bathroom.” he grumbles every time he steps in there—“christ, it’s like a fuckin’ sephora exploded.”your shampoo bottles are lined up like little soldiers, skin serums he can’t pronounce, razors with pink handles “can’t find a goddamn thing in here,” he mutters, brushing his teeth with your glittery cup beside him. but sometimes— you secretly catch him. when the door is cracked open just enough to see him pick up your body wash and sniff it, once, then twice. slow, like he’s testing if he likes it [and he does].

⟢ insist on checking your car before every drive. it’s so old school of him. every oil change, tire rotation, windshield wiper squeak— he’s on it. if he can’t fix it himself, he’s pacing in the mechanic shop like they’re performing heart surgery. “you’re not drivin’ that damn thing till it’s safe.”

⟢ you watch old movies together but he falls asleep in ten minutes. snoozes with his mouth open, snoring softly, but refuses to admit it later. “was just restin’ my eyes.”

⟢ making breakfast every morning, ben pretends he’s innocent when he walks up behind you, hands on your belly. but keeps grinding slow against your ass until he’s hard as a rock and you’re turning off the stove and dragging him back to bed. “breakfast can wait, baby.”

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sam had an emo phase and no one can tell me otherwise

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p.s. fuck trump

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reblog if people r allowed to send u asks as if theyre ur friend. wanna tell me how ur day went? do it!!! ask me for advice? sure! ask a personal question? go right on ahead!

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hey so I HATE CHEMISTRY like props to yall who have to do that for ur life but like i’ll stick with biology even if i still have to take chem😭

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no thoughts.. just DVDean.

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oh, and by the way if y’all feel you would like to maybe take me up on my last post my discord in my intro post now 💋💋

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i feel sad when people don’t talk to me, like i want cool people to talk to, TALK TO ME PLEASE

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Pretty Little Baby

STANFORD!SAM WINCHESTER X F! READER

SUMMARY: You've liked sam for a while and you finally put on your big girl pants and ask him out, it turns out to be a bit more than expected

TW: MDNI- fluff, smut, car sex, semi-public sex classmates/friends to lovers, unprotected P in V (don't do it), fingering, SoftDom! Sam, pet names, praise, teasing/edging, very briefly mentioned male masturbation

BASED ON THE SONG "PRETTY LITTLE BABY" BY CONNIE FRANCIS

WORD COUNT: 3181

You and Sam met when you first started college, he was a sophomore while you were a freshman. you had been in class with him and coincidentally you had forgotten a pencil so you asked him for one. From there you started talking more, it started with just sharing notes but eventually it turned into outside of class.

the two of you would have lunch sometimes or study in the library. You may have gained a slight crush on him but he didn't need to know that, not yet at least.

♫ Pretty little baby, you say that maybe You'll be thinkin' of me, and try to love me Pretty little baby, I'm hoping that you do ♫

sometimes while you two would be studying you would catch Sam staring at you but when you looked at him he would immediately look back towards his book or notes. sometimes you wondered if he had a crush on you too. you wondered if he would think of you in his free time like you would about him. you really hoped he did.

♫ You can ask the flowers, I sit for hours Tellin' all the bluebirds, the bill and coo birds Pretty little baby, I'm so in love with you ♫

Sometimes after classes or the library with Sam, you would sit in the field on campus by yourself. you would lay out a blanket and would read for hours but sometimes you would get bored of the books and feed the birds around you, talking to them, usually about Sam and how pretty and sweet he was.

sam was the first guy who treated you as a complete equal, sometimes he would say that you were even better than him when you would figure out something before him. He made you feel good about yourself but him being handsome and pretty was just a little extra benefit. One day in particular you were talking to the flowers and the birds that you realized just how much you actually liked him, shit you loved him.

♫ Meet me at the car hop or at the pop shop Meet me in the moonlight or in the daylight Pretty little baby, I'm so in love with you ♫

The next day you had a class with Sam you decided that would be the day to do it, the day to ask him out (on an actual date). you were nervous obviously, he was tall, handsome, and practically your best friend, but you noticed the way he looked at you even if he didn't think you knew. he had to feel something right? If he didn't you hoped you wouldn't mess everything up. you cared about him and didn't want to lose him even if it meant the friend zone.

You stop sam as the two of you walk out of the lecture hall. "hey sam um, can we talk real quick?"

"um, sure?" Sam stops walking and steps off to the side of the path leaning against the wall outside and crossing his arms "Whats up?" concern flashes in his face, you cant tell what hes really thinking though

you stand in front of him looking down at your shoes avoiding eye contact before speaking "I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight?" sam tilts his head confused on why you were making a big deal about hanging out. you speak again to aide in the confusion "i mean like a date" you mumble

"sorry what was that?" sam smiles and leans closer, he had heard you he just wanted you to really mean it. you roll your eyes at him "I meant would you want to go out together, as a date..?"

sam smirk grows wider when you speak up "Of course sweetheart, how bout that drive-in movie tonight maybe the carhop before?"

♫ Now is just the time, while both of us are young Puppy love must have its day Don't you know it's much more fun to love While the heart is young and gay? ♫

Sam picked you up exactly at 6 to take you to the carhop and the movies, he had the whole night planned for the two of you.

he stepped out of the car knocking on the door of your apartment flowers in hand behind his back. you open the door attempting to slip on one of your heels but stumble into him when your finger slips off the strap

"Whoa easy there," he smiles down at you chuckling as he catches you and helps you stand back up. "don't want you to hurt that pretty little face now do we?" you smile abashedly at him your cheeks flushing in embarrassment. he smiles again holding out the flowers he got for you "Here for you, figured you'd like 'em, always see you starin' at the ones on campus when we walk by"

You take the flowers from his hands. it was a bouquet of pink tulips and white roses with baby breath scattered throughout "Wow these are so pretty, thank you, Sam"

"of course" he says with a smile "so um you ready?" he ask looking you up and down holy shit you were hot

"yeah just got to get this damn heel on" you roll your eyes pouting at your heels

Sam gets down on one knee kneeling down "Here let me help" he says as he helps adjust the straps of your heels

oh my god, he's hot like this, shit hes hot just doing anything, maybe later I can get him on his knees for a different reason, ok stop, no, bad thoughts

he stands up again to his full height towering over you, after fixing your heels "There that should be better" he smirks down at you "ready to go now then?"

"yeah let me just put these somewhere" you motion to the flowers in your hand before retreating back into your apartment putting the flowers sam got you in a vase before coming back out "ok ready" you smile sweetly up at him

Sam takes your hand as you close and lock the door to your apartment, guiding you down the stairs making sure you don't trip in your heels with his hand on the small of your back. the two of you reach the car and he opens the passenger door for you ever the gentleman he is. when you slide into the passenger seat he shuts the door behind you after making sure your feet are in before rounding the hood getting in the driver's seat starting the car.

As he begins to drive to the carhop for dinner he continues to steal glances at you through the corner of his eye. you notice how his hand grips the wheel tight enough to make his knuckles white. so you decide to be bold and grab his hand to put it on your thigh. when he feels your hand grab him he instantly switches the hand he was driving with and complies with your grasp. when he feels you plant his hand on your thigh you can see his eyes flick over wearily as if to ask 'You sure?' and you just hold his hand there so he takes it as a yes. you can feel the tension leave his body as his hand relaxes on your thigh giving it a light squeeze. his hand trails up and down your thigh ever so often getting really close to going up your dress but never actually getting there. teasing you.

soon enough the two of you are at the carhop enjoying your dinner and sharing a milkshake and you keep stealing his fries even if you have plenty of your own. you and he are sharing simple banter as always, filled with chatter about classes, random facts, and other things. Sam glances at the time "shit better get going, don't wanna be late for the movie" Having already paid he starts the car and backs out of the spot passing all his fries to you to indulge in as he drives. his hand finds its way back to your thing more bold this time as you absolutely devour yours and his fries.

the movie Sam had picked the two of you to go see was The Notebook a recent release that was supposed to be sappy and cute as Sam had said. Sam picks a secluded spot away from other cars with the perfect view of the movie just as it starts.

Sam kept his hand on your thigh stealing glances at you throughout the movie his eyes roaming over you, catching on your lips every time. you pretended not to notice or let it affect you as much as it did, but his stares made a certain feeling coil in your stomach. you can hear small mumbles from sam under his breath as he talks to himself. you can make out what sounds like a pep talk you think?

Sam suddenly turns to you staring at you for a good second his eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips before speaking up "ok you like really dont have to if you dont want to, i understand first date and all, i just- i like totally understand if you wanna take it slow and all..." sam rambles on "i just- can i kiss you, maybe? please?" you can see the nervousness in the way he avoids your eyes and rubs the back of his neck with his hand

"yes," you answer without hesitation and suddenly his lips are against yours and the movie fades to background noise. all you can sense is just Sam, Sam, Sam. he fills your senses as his hand cradles your head gently his tongue sliding against your lips as to ask for permission. your lips part, his tongue dancing and tangling with yours in your pretty little mouth as he moans softly into your mouth.

he pulls away from the kiss and you slightly chase it before you pull away as well, a sultry look in your eyes. "backseat," he says with a desperate tinge "Please baby?"

you climb into the back seat instantly and wait while Sam struggles with getting his large frame over the center console causing a giggle to bubble from your throat and leading Sam to look at you "You think this is real funny huh?" you nod "We'll see whos laughing in a second" and just like that he's in the back seat with you pulling you onto his lap earning a small yelp from you. his mouth is on you again more desperate this time his hands roaming over you as he trails open-mouth kisses down your jawline. your fingers reach his hair messing up the perfect little bangs you've grown to adore. he smiles against your throat as he sucks a mark there trailing over your collarbone with peppered kisses. his hands grip your hips grinding you against him making you let out a soft moan. sam pulls away and brings a hand to your cheek caressing it softly "you sure sweetheart?" he whispers

you nod "yes, i want this, I've wanted this for a while"

he kisses you again his hands making their way under the hem of your dress squeezing at your thighs as you grind into him, moaning into your mouth. your hands grip his shirt tugging up on it. Sam pulls away from you for a split second lifting his arms to help you get it off of him, and then immediately goes to the zipper of your dress to get it off of you. he needed to see you. he pulls the dress over your head and tosses it to the front seat as he kisses along your cleavage. "so pretty baby" he says against your skin as he grips at your breast making his way to the clasp of your bra. you moan as you continue to subconsciously grind against him searching for any kind of friction. "so fucking perfect" he mumbles into your breast. pulling the perfect bud in between his lips making you gasp as his other hand runs his fingers over your thighs.

sams hand travels up your thigh reaching your clothed pussy. you let out a needy moan as his hand caresses you through your already-soaked panties, sam looks up at you making sure you ok with it. you nod. he can feel how wet you are through the cotton as he pushes it to the side making way for his fingers "Aw so needy for me baby, huh?" he whispers into your ear. you nod desperately biting your lip, he is so close to where you need him most but so far away "P-please Sam, need you" you whimper.

Sam finally indulges in both of your wants. his fingers fill your tight pussy filling you up and hitting that perfect spongy spot inside of you making you moan and writhe against him searching desperately for any movement your pussy clenching around his fingers. you moan and whimper as he starts to move his fingers inside.

"mm fuck Sam, faster please" he instantly picks up the pace with your begging, his thumb circling your clit applying just the perfect amount of pressure to it. you can feel the coil in your stomach tighten as your legs start to tense. Sam must be able to feel it too as he pulls his fingers out of you instantly, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness. he holds your eyes as he licks his fingers clean of you, groaning as he does so before bringing his hand to your cheek and caressing it with his thumb "Need you to finish on my cock baby"

you pout slightly but nod in agreement within a millisecond already fumbling with his belt buckle. after getting his belt off the jeans come down quickly as well leaving him in only his boxers with his jeans pooled at his ankles. you could see the outline of his length through the black material- thick and heavy- it was begging to break free pushing at the waistband of his boxers. you rub your hand along it through the material earning a groan from him his head tilting back, his eyes shutting. his hips buck into your hand "P-please baby, need to feel you, wanna fill you" his voice is desperate and hungry, He's letting you lead for now. you remove your hand from his length and adjust so you can pull his boxers down.

you pull his boxers down tantalizingly slow, and his cock springs free before resting think and heavy against his stomach, you take a second to admire it, it is significantly larger than expected. the tip was already leaking pre cum, the way it twitched showing his desperation. you run your thumb over the bead using it to wet the tip making him moan. he looks at you again, his gaze sharpening at you you were teasing him and he couldnt take it anymore.

his arm snaked around you quickly pulling you up against his chest your arms on either side of him. he lines himself up with your entrance entering you slowly letting you adjust to his size. he bottoms out in you his tip perfectly kissing your cervix. he lets you sit for a second letting the pain of the stretch turn into pleasure. you let out a soft whimper, clenching around him. sams head meets the back of the seat again groaning at the feeling, you were so perfect just for him, like you were made for him, the ways your bodys fit together.

Sam begins to thrust into you slowly at first, testing the waters. your lips part with a soft whimper your head falling onto his shoulder feeling him hit that perfect spot inside you.

sam can feel the way you clench around him everytime he hits it, and it makes it hard to control himself. it had been torturous months of waiting for him hoping you would make the move first, months of fantisizing about you wishing it was you instead of his hand. now here he was, and he was trying so hard not to come undone right there.

he picks up his pace now, knowing you can take it, his hands gripping your hips to guide you on his cock. your head tips back again as you moan his name. his mouth finds your throat again leaving punishing kisses and love bites along it as he thrusts deeper into you. Your hand tugs on his hair eliciting another moan from him. One of his hands finds its way in between your bodies, his thumb going in between your slick folds to circle your clit applying gentle pressure. you can feel the pressure build in your stomach again your thighs clenching around his. he can feel the way you clench around him and he captures your mouth with his wanting to swallow and own every moan you make. your moans get louder, more filthy, and carless

"f-fuck sam" you moan into his mouth, sam presses more deliberitly against your clit applying just enough pressure trying to make his name slip from those pretty lips again.

"Sam, m close" you moan loudly feeling your stomach coil tightly, your legs tensing your walls begining to flutter around his cock

"mhm I know baby, let go f'me" Sam coos softly into your ear rolling his hips in a practiced rhythm and planting soft kisses along your pulse point. he can feel himself getting close too, as your walls perfectly encase his length squeezing him just right

his thrust becomes sloppier and messier as you come undone, crying out his name as your hips stutter on top of him your pussy clenching around him. Sam helps you ride your high out guiding you with his hands as he follows soon after his head tilting back with a groan as he releases inside you, his warmth filling you.

your head falls on his shoulder both of you spent. you sit there for a while before you can feel Sam place a soft kiss on your head stroking your hair with his hand "Did so good baby, so proud of you" he whispers into your ear. you fail to muster up a response so you just nod.

he lifts your head with his hands holding your cheeks gently "Is it too early to say I love you? Because I think I do" he says as he smiles at you with the most adoration and loved filled eyes

"no, I don't think so, 'cause I love you too" You smile down at him leaning into his touch and planting a kiss on the palm of his hand. he pulls you closer to him snuggling you and running his hand up and down your back gently, he wanted to stay here forever, never wanting to let you go again you were his now, no one else's. oh and um thank god for tinted windows

7 yaps: um hey guys so um... I'm back with a bang (literally) I've been crazy occupied as of late and have had literally no inspo to write but I finally decided to finish this wip. fair warning this was my first time writing smut ever so I'm sorry if it's not good and please give any feedback. this also went way far off the rails for what I was originally envisioning but don't blame me blame the friends who encouraged it. I really hope yall enjoyed tho and it wasn't too painful to read

P.S. Not proofread

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hey so I'm writing smut for the first time, holy shit this is hard but like yolo

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GUYS I PROMISE AS SOON AS SUMMER HITS ILL BE WRITING MORE (well when I'm not working)