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cw: 18+, non consensual voyeurism, stalking(?)

sam hacking ur laptop camera and watching you go about your day, just staring at you typing and looking at your screen, or go on your phone, listen to your music, even masturbate while you watch a 'video' completely unaware you're bein watched. and he joins you :3

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based off my little idea ♡︎ (+18)

notes: dbf! james kelly… reader is in her 20s & james is at least 36, dddne, james is losing his mind lol!!

james jus’ couldn’t help himself… i mean, how could he not? he quietly slipped away, closing the bathroom door at the end of the hallway. leaning against the sink, hands gripping the edge as he stared at his reflection in pure disgust, james sighed in frustration. he couldn’t blame it all on himself though… right?

the way you pranced around in that fuckin’ skimpy slip dress—who were you to do that? did you not know basic etiquette for when dad’s friend’s are over? the way you batted your eyelashes at him, it was like you were asking for this. for james to slowly unbuckle his belt with eager hands, pulling his hard cock out. maybe you wanted more though, with the way you were giggling in the kitchen as you brought them more beers.

james turned around, the sound of your voice calling him like a preacher’s sermons, and leaned his forehead against the door. he closed his eyes in concentration, listenin’ to that beautiful voice of yours—hand gripping his length as he slowly began to pump himself. “fuck…” he breathlessly whispered, biting hard on his bottom lip to muffle his vocal desires as he breathed through his nose. he needed you, needed more. needing to rip that silk fabric off of you and treat you like how you deserve. you needed a real man, he argues to himself, his thumb teasing his tip.

you didn’t need those immature men your age—no, no, no. you should be with someone who’s known you for so long… who’s always been there for you. has seen you shed those sweet tears over dumb shit, who’s been there to take care of you when your deadbeat father couldn’t. james breathes shakily through his nose, eyes squeezing shut and face contorting as you asked ‘where’s james?’

oh, he was close. his eyebrows furrowed, hands moving faster because your voice drips like fuckin’ honey. smooth, sweet, and a cure for jus’ about anything going on in james’ fucked up life… and when you say his name? god. his other, tatted, hand comes up to rest above his head against the door. he’s so lost in it, so lost in the idea of you with his hand on his dick, that he doesn’t care if he’s gettin’ loud—doesn’t care that he’s about to wash come off his hand like a pathetic teen. not when you were so close, so attainable, so… you.

james groans low in his throat, his mouth hanging open as his hips begin to move into his hand— ‘n he nearly falls over because he imagines it’s your pussy. “fuckin’ bitch,” he grits, hand moving faster as he nearly sees white. when he comes in his hand, he stumbles back from the door, breathing heavily through his nose—eyes finally opening. and poor james, he sits in the hot and small bathroom for another few minutes, guilt racking his mind as he cleans himself off and catches his breath. he turns to open the door, clean hand running through his dark, messy hair and—

“james?”

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screen recorded the clip of Hayden playing basketball from New York, I love you.

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REBLOG IF YOU HAVE STRETCHMARKS

This way people can see they’re not alone. I have them and this would help me see that.

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18+ smut, dilf!anakin, age gap, oral (f), fingering, | word count: 1k.

Just say "thank you, Anya" and read this 10 times <3. I might be gone tomorrow (just replying asks) so this is a gift.

“Did you have fun, sweetheart?” Anakin asks, sitting on the edge of the bed. Unlacing his shoes, he stares at you, admiring how gorgeous you look even when you do something as banal as taking off your earrings. 

“Hm,” You nod, reaching for the edge of your shirt and peeling it off your body. You know his eyes all over your body— you can feel them, and it is a nice sensation. “Did you?”

Walking over, he wraps his hands around your waist, nuzzling your neck. “Being with you is always fun,” He hums when you reach for his hair, running your hands through his blonde locks affectionately. “Are you sleepy?”

You can tell what his tone is implying, and if you can’t, the way his big, strong hands are gripping your waist gives you all the info you need. Anakin isn’t subtle when he wants you, plus there is no way you can say no when his lips begin to trail their way down your shoulders the way he is doing right now.  “I’m not,” You mumble, crooking your head. “Are you?”

“Not at all,” He whispers, chuckling when he feels you shivering. His teeth scrape the skin on your shoulder, digging them softly. His bite is gentle yet firm… you can tell it is going to be a long night. “I saw you fidgeting in your seat, was the movie that boring?”

“You know, being two hours sitting at the movies makes me a little restless, Ani.”

“You don’t seem restless when you are sitting on my cock for two hours.”

Rolling your eyes, you gasp when Anakin bites you harder. “What was that for?”

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

Keeping an arm around your waist, he drags you to the bed, pushing you into the plush mattress. Opening your arms to welcome him gladly, Anakin positions on top of you, settling in between your spread legs. His lips find yours, melting them in a heated kiss. The shift in his body language is instant, his caresses become eager and demanding; Anakin’s hands roam everywhere they can reach, cupping your breasts and yanking the bra cups down. 

You moan his name, aware of how much that breathy sound riles him up. Anakin groans in response, lowering his head to lick your left nipple until you moan again. Using his free hand to unzip your jeans, you lift your hips off the bed eagerly, always seeking the pleasure your older boyfriend has to offer. In no time, Anakin’s lips trail lower and lower with wet, sensual kisses. His head makes its way between your thighs, his nose nudging the center of your clothed core as his hands squeeze your thighs. Your jeans are uncomfortable stretching at your ankles, but when his tongue comes in contact with the damp fabric, you forget about it completely. 

“I can’t believe you are this wet already,” He mocks you, closing his eyes, cock twitching at the lovely scent of your arousal. “Do you like me that much, angel?”

“Can you stop teasing me?” You whine, draping an arm over your face. “Baby— would you mind?”

“Alright, alright…” He chuckles, using his index to slide your panties to the side. “Can’t let me have some fun, can you?” His tongue licks a lazy stripe between your folds, watching you squirm with attentive ocean eyes. Anakin sighs at the taste, relieved to finally taste you, to finally devour you. 

The tip of his tongue circles your clit slowly. He knows it drives you mad— he knows he drives you mad. His game continues, alternating between licks, flicks, and a smooth suck. Purposely neglecting the slick that threatens to make a mess on the sheets. Pulling back quickly, he spits on your pussy, smirking when your hips jolt at the nasty act. Smearing his saliva with his tongue, Anakin mixes it with your wetness, making sure to keep it sloppy— just like he likes it.

“Fuck,” You groan loudly, dragging the k as he slides his tongue inside your eager cunt. “That feels so good, please,”

“Really?” He asks sarcastically, licking his lips. “Thanks for letting me know, sweetheart. I was dying.”

You are about to protest when his lips return to your throbbing clit, sucking it harder this time. There is no objection either when his index and middle finger enter you, spreading your walls and curling to reach for your g-spot. It happens so quickly, although, to be fair— and to boost his ego— there’s little he does that it doesn’t get you this wet. Speeding his thrusts, there is no doubt that his boxers have a large wet spot, seeing you like this make him leak, which is just as pathetic as the way you are twitching and grinding against his face.

Your hand yanks his curls, pressing his face against your center with impatience. Anakin groans when you do so, and the deep sound that reverberates through his chest sends another wave of slick, coating his fingers— even more— and creating that pretty noise that he loves. 

“I can feel you tightening, princess,” Anakin mumbles, cheeks flushed by the way your thighs squeeze his head. “Are you going to come?”

Nodding desperately, you can’t even beg him to rush it. You want it now, you want him now. “Yes!” You choke, biting the back of your hand. 

“Aren’t you fucking gorgeous?” 

Granting you your precious wish, Anakin focuses on rubbing the spongy spot that makes you trash and rave while still sucking your swollen clit. He can already imagine how good you will feel squeezing his cock like that— the thought alone makes him harder. 

When your orgasm reaches its peak, you swear you are touching heaven. Your moans reach the skies as well— you are glad Obi-Wan offered to babysit the twins for the night. Your boyfriend groans at the sight, nibbling your bud delicately, as he continues torturing you with his fingers, prolonging your orgasm as much as he can. Withdrawing his fingers, he replaces them with his tongue, licking and practically slurping everything he can. 

Old man doesn’t like to waste a single drop.

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star wars, but it’s just the memes

MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU

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“ i could change him”

i wouldn’t. i’d love him for who he is

i’d join the dark side.

like yes baby let’s rule the galaxy 😍

better yet

i wouldn’t even have gotten pregnant so he wouldn’t have dreams of me dying and he wouldnt have had to join the dark side

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Ughhh, I’d love more on your noncon with dad anakin and reader taking him. There’s something so taboo about that; dad! Anakin not liking it at first, but he can’t bring himself to stop if it hurts reader. But then after one bite he’s addicted.

18+ fauxcest, angsty? (if you squint).

I didn't felt like writing smut (maybe tomorrow, I'm going through some weird days), but I really loved this idea.

After the incident, Anakin has been extremely distant.

You simply cannot bring yourself to hate him because of it, you are the only one to blame. The guilt has been slowly gnawing up your insides since he painted them white, and it doesn't matter how hard you try to please, to be obedient and responsible...  There's no way out. 

It breaks your heart. It wasn’t meant to happen this way but… what was supposed to happen? Did you really think Anakin would agree without finding it odd? Did you really think he’d give you what you wanted? Did you believe your own foolish illusions built up from the empty foundations of a relationship that shouldn’t involve you?

The guilt follows you like an obsessive lover, like a stalker watching over your back. It is heavy, dragging you down and draping its suffocating arms around you, draining your energy. Finding yourself crying every night only to realize it won’t help. Nothing will.

Hiding underneath your covers, you sniffle against your pillow, replaying the way he looked at you over and over. How could you do that to him? He has done his best to make you feel loved and this is how you repay him? A new wave of remorse floods your chest, making you cry harder. You don’t notice the door creaking, too immersed in self-pity. 

The mattress sinks as he sits on the edge, draping his arms over his knees defeatedly. “Hey,” Anakin whispers, peeking at you. “Um… are you alright?”

You are not… pretty obvious, don’t you think?

Anakin calls your name, which is a compassion you don’t deserve, his breathy voice makes you sob harder, wailing like a baby. “Come on, pretty girl, don’t cry,” He coos at you, brushing your tangled hair. His fingers yank the knots softly, yet you tell yourself that you deserve the pain it brings you. “You know Dad doesn’t like to see his princess cry.”

The nickname flips your stomach and breaks you. 

“I’m sorry if… I hurt you last week.”

Lifting your upper body, you stare at Anakin. Is he going insane? Has he lost his mind?

“I hate seeing you like this— all because of me.”

Maybe you weren’t the only one being eaten alive by guilt. 

“I’m sorry,”

His hands circle your waist when you hug him. The hug is hurried and eager, taking his breath away. Anakin buries his face in your hair, cradling it and keeping you so close your bodies might as well merge into one. You can feel his heart thumping rapidly synchronizing with the frenzy rush you feel— almost melting your skin. 

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his…. his back….

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bestfriend’s dad!anakin x reader ᡣ𐭩

cw: 18+, age gap, possible dubcon, mention of 1 light slap, cheating, mention of nickname ‘dad’ for anakin.

you’re at some summer BBQ party that your best friend-since-high school’s family put together, and it was super fucking busy. lots of family friends, including your own mom and dad, and other neighbours were here flooding their green backyard with chatter and laughter. it was lively, and the grilled sausages were great. so, you were having fun.

you had a shit ton of your last uni exams to do before the actual summer holidays kicked in, and the sound of a barbecue really didn’t excite you all too much. but when you heard leia’s dad was gonna be there, you easily convinced yourself you’d be able to finish them later. of course you won’t, but anything for her dad.

her dad — mr. anakin skywalker — was just everything a girl could dream of. tall, fit body, pretty curls that have begun to grow some grey streaks over the last couple of years, that intimidating, dark stare of his, his lips that almost reminded you of a girl’s…

of course, not a soul knew about your devastating crush on a man that was more than twice your age, married, and your best friend’s dad. it had started back in late high school, which obviously, was pretty bad. but since you’re older now— in your 20’s — maybe it’s not so bad?

except, maybe he himself may have caught onto it in the last year. you didn’t know about this, the oblivious fool you are, but today is when you’d find out just how much he knew.

you found yourself deep in conversation with leia and one of her cousins, reminiscing about funny memories from school you had shared together. although, as they were laughing and remembering more, your mind— and eyes— kept drifting elsewhere. anakin sat near the grill with your dad, probably talking about some old guy stuff that you had no interest about. you’d hoped he’d glance your way maybe even just once, but he never did. of course he didn’t, why should he?

fuck, he was so hot. his skin had really caught the sun nicely, it was tanned and only intensified his beauty. and his legs— although manspreading was annoying as fuck when other men did it, the way he did it in those cargo shorts made your mouth water. it was hard to see what hid beneath them, but you were so fucking certain it was big— and no one could change your mind on that.

after leia said your name, you snapped back to the conversation and apologised with an awkward chuckle, before quickly excusing yourself. all that orange juice had you needing the bathroom.

you knew exactly where their bathroom was, you’d been to this house so many times you couldn’t even count.

it wasn’t long before you were finished with your business and you stood before the sink, washing your hands and gazing into the mirror with a million thoughts running through your mind. some about your exams, some about other worries, a lot about anakin.

you constantly felt like shit about it, like you were betraying your friend for having this stupid crush on her dad. and you knew you were completely right to feel like shit about it too, it was a shitty thing to feel. you knew you’d hate if she felt like that way about your dad…

suddenly you’d heard knocking at the bathroom door, and you quickly stated you’d be out soon. but clearly the person on the other side was eager, since they barged in without another thought. before you could complain, your voice falls flat when the very man you were daydreaming about waltzes in like he owns the place— which, he does.

it’s almost like you black out— one minute you’re staring at him and asking why he was in there, and then the next he’s got you bent over the sink, your pants and underwear immediately being pulled down before you had time to think, and as soon as they were hanging by your ankles he presses his hips against you, letting you feel his hard-on underneath his pants.

he’d murmur, ‘you’ve wanted this for a while, haven’t you?’ whilst grinding slowly against you. in your state of shock, you practically fall limp into his hold, but you remain quiet. his eyes watch your face turn to mush in the mirror, and he struggles to hold back his chuckle. ‘see the way you’ve been starin’ at me, pretty girl. you’re not very sneaky.’

his pants get pulled down just enough to have his cock out, and the next thing you know he’s fucking you with vigor he hadn’t had in years— so hard and fast you forget to breathe. it’s a rush job, obviously, but how else is he gonna have you without his wife realising where he’d gone?

he huffs and puffs behind you, his face looks almost strained as he watches the way your ass bounces along with his thrusts. he grumbles behind your ear, ‘look at yourself. taking dad’s dick like it was made for you,’ and guiding you by the hair on your head to stare at yourself in the mirror. he knows he isn’t your dad — your real one is just outside — but he loves the taboo behind it. i mean, he’s your best friend’s dad, he practically half raised you, didn’t he?

all you can do is make incomprehensible noises back and hope he gets what you’re trying to say. he chuckles quietly at how stupid you’ve gotten, and wonders if this was your first time. he has you squealing on his cock that you’re gonna cum painfully fast, which he has to lightly slap your cheek and press his hand over your mouth to get you to shut the fuck up— but luckily, the party’s outside and nobody hears, nor cares.

after you have the most intense climax of your life, he allows himself to fill you up with his cum— which is warm and thick and sticky, and feels so good when it begins to seep out of you— leaving you feeling all warm and fuzzy. when he pulls out, he kneels down and grabs your panties, yanking them all the way up and gently patting your clothed pussy to keep it nice and snug inside you.

he finds the disheveled state you’re in adorable, and after tucking some of your frazzled hair out of your face and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, he walks out and leaves you there, fucked out in the bathroom and wondering if it had all been a dream.

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guys please give me hayden fic recs 😞💔 like fics of hayden himself and not his characters

please

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Headcanons about Sam Monroe with Deadbeat Dad!James

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Whenever James drops you off or picks you up without Sam, he insists you sit in the front seat. Almost always ends with his hand on your thigh or even toying with your clit

If Sam is in the car, the both of you are sitting in the back. James has the radio on to try and distract himself when he sees his son’s hand wandering down between your thighs from the mirror.

Sam definitely protects you when he notices his Dad’s weird behaviors. James would be sitting in the living room, watching TV, only to call out your name oh so sweetly and ask you to get him a beer. “Y/n, sweetheart, grab me a beer?” While holding up the one he’s just finishing, gesturing to the kind he drinks. Sam rolling his eyes and retaliating in your defense, “Get it your fuckin’ self, they’re a guest here.”

James is 100% at least a little misogynistic…he expects you to be sweet and obedient, although he doesn’t get angry when you’re not, if anything it just gives him an excuse to be more rough with you.

James refers to you as princess, Sam knows about this little nickname and fucking HATES it. He doesn’t realize how his father feels about you and just assumes it’s in a condescending way. A way to tease you about how pure you are compared to their fucked up family.

Since James is a deadbeat, I like to imagine that he gets money from fixing up cars. Depending on where they live, he either works in the Garage or just out in the front yard. He also asks Sam’s mom for money.

They definitely don’t live in a good house. If they own a house that is, it’s definitely on the crappy side, run down. If they don’t own a place, they live in a trailer park.

Sam overall lives with his Mom, only spending his weekends at his Dad’s. This makes it hard for James because he has to go the weekdays without you, only to finally see you and you’re clinging onto his son.

Sam often complains to you about his Dad, him being part of the reason that he started using drugs. It always breaks your heart to hear about Sam struggling because you do genuinely love him to death. It’s just complicated… you hate the fact that James was part of the reason that Sam became this way.

You definitely did NOT jump at the chance to fuck James. It was more of a slow-burn thing that happened gradually through time. You are still so fucking torn because you feel so guilty for cheating on Sam but James also owns part of your heart.

Honestly James doesn’t feel guilty about it, maybe from time to time when his son isn’t being an asshole to him, but typically…he’s just pissed off that you’re dating his son and not him.

Sam on the other hand, has no idea and if he did all he would do is fucking yell and scream in your faces. Pretty tears staining his face while saying his accusations.

I know that some of you reading this…including me writing this…wants to say that there would be a threesome but in reality I don’t think they could or would ever do that. James is too possessive over you, although out of the two, I do feel like he’d be the more likely to agree to it. Sam, however would be absolutely LIVID. Talking about how he must not be enough for you if you so desperately need his dad’s dick.

Before Sam becomes aware of this secret relationship between you and his dad. It was already so hard to keep it on the low. James would easily smack your ass if Sam wasn’t around to see for just a second.

You could have just had sex with Sam, cuddling and falling asleep only to wake up at 2 am, go down to their kitchen to grab some water and end up pressed against the counter, James hand gripping your hair and his other over your mouth to silence your moans.

Okay so unfortunately this is all I can think of at the moment about this 💔

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cw: stepcest. dubcon? cheating. everyone is 18+. MDNI!

something about stepdad anakin laying you out on the ground or a table suddenly, pushing back your thighs all the way up to your chest forcefully so your skirt rises up and eating you out with a strangely large amount of pent up energy and eagerness while you cry and wiggle and beg either for him to stop or give you more — you don’t know — is IN my mind rn. his tongue is going inside you and he is getting his face wet. he won’t wash his hands afterwards either— instead he’ll just let em dry, he wants to smell you all over him later even when he goes to bed with his pretty little untouched wife next to him. what a gross fuck !

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how dare the universe make a man this fine and then curse me to never have him

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Spread my legs like the sea. be the man Moses could never be <3

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Riding sam slow because his parents are home it he wants to fuck you Hard and LOUDDD

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(OH. MY. SEND ME MORE REQUESTS LIKE THESE. NOW. I DONT CARE WHO IT'S FROM IT WHO IS ABOUT. JUST. SEND. THEM.)

His hands behind his neck, watching you slowly bounce up and down on his cock. It feels good, but he's bored. You two have to be as quiet as possible since his mom, step-dad, and 2 younger brothers were home.

He had already stuffed your own panties into your mouth so your noises would stay muffled and not as loud. Him, on the other hand, could control his moans.. sometimes. This was one of those times, though! It wasn't easy, but he managed. A couple of hisses and small whines would fall from his pierced lip whenever you'd roll your hips.

“This is so fucking stupid. We don't have to be quiet, y'know.” He rolled his eyes, then returned them to your bare breasts that slightly bounced with you everytime you thrusted his cock in you. Your whine came out muffled, but he knew exactly what you were trying to say. “yes we do. It's risky if we aren't.”

He hissed at the feeling of you pulling yourself off his cock. “Come on, let me fuck you the way I like it.” He whispers into your ear, massaging one of your tits. It was tempting, but it was just so risky! his family already liked you. What if they heard or saw what was happening and then started thinking of you as a slut!

“Sam, I'm—no..” You mumbled after taking your underwear out of your mouth. “The way you like it is hard.. and loud.” “Yeah, loud enough for me to hear. I don't want the neighbors hearing those pretty noises you make for me.” Funny.. he was literally gatekeeping your noises!

“Sam—” before you could answer, he had flipped you around on your knees and elbows. “Don't care. You've been teasing me all damn day, I'm getting what I deserve.” He smacked your ass and shoved his dick into you. His thrusts were gentle at first, but then they started becoming rougher, making you moan real loud. He wanted to respect your wishes of his family not hearing you, so he shoved your face in one of his pillows.

Hopefully, they don't hear the sounds of his dick going in and out of your wet pussy.

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omg omg sam monroe being all cuddly and needy and horny 🤗🤗

Your boyfriend clinging onto you like hes never gonna see you again was an obvious giveaway that hes either tired or really horny.

his face was nuzzled into your cleavage, giving small kisses and hickeys here and there. this was one of the moments where you would like to take pictures and post them on your social media because your boyfriend is just so cute. of course, they all had to be posted on a private story since your account was public.

“baby, need you so bad.” he whined softly, tangling his fingers in your hair. hes been whining for almost 10 minutes about how horny he is and how he wants you to touch him so badly. “sam, you dont need me to help you feel good, you know. you have hands for a reason.”

“they dont feel good like you, though. nothing compares to you, doll.” he was so whiny, it sounded like he was gonna cry. “pleasee, it hurts so bad. you dont even have to let me fuck you, I just want you to make me cum.” he picked his head up to look at you in the eyes.

“Mm, depends on how you want me to do it.” he groaned at your answer, making you giggle. “so cute when you're all whiny and horny, baby.” you scratch his bare back. “you're so mean, princess.” He grunts and slowly starts to rock his hips into the middle of your thighs. “m’ so hard, doll. cant you feel me?”

you giggle, tugging at his hair. “youre almost always hard when we're alone together.” he rolled his eyes at that. “yeah, well, I can't control that. I have a hot girlfriend. How do you expect me not to wanna shove my dick somewhere inside you..” sam whines and pops a titty out of your shirt, starting to suck gently.

“sam!” you gasp at the feeling of his wet tongue swirling around your nipple. “come on, let me taste.” he said through his teeth while they clung onto the sensitive bud. he fondled your other tit, groping at it at times.

hearing you moan and pant out his name was almost enough to make him cum right there. “please, baby? please make me feel good.” he whined, making it sound like he was gonna cry. “so hard it hurts, you dont understand, sweetie.”

you sighed, basically giving him a yes. if it really hurt him to be this hard, you couldn't let it go on. having your baby boy hurting was the last thing you ever wanted. hearing that sigh made him moan slightly. sam gets off of you, letting you see his bulge.

he strips himself of his shorts and boxers and flips you on your back. he slowly tugs down your shorts just to tease himself. once those were off, only your dark blue panties were covering you, and fuck. your ass looked so good right then.

“could cum at just the sight of you like this, n/n.” and smacked your ass. you wince at the sudden sting even though you somewhat expected it. he pulled your lacy undergarment to the side, revealing your pufff pussy. “shit, you're so pretty.” he exhaled shakily and ran his middle finger down your slick folds.

“can I fuck you raw, pleasepleaseplease. i can't wait anymore. been teasing myself since I started sucking your tit.” Yeah, he was really starting to tear up how. his voice sounded whinier than usual. you nodded into the pillow, arching your back.

“Mmph,” he let a pathetic whine out and quickly pulled your underwear down to your thighs and inserted his cock in you. “huh,” he whimpered, thrusting at a medium pace. “mm, so good. fuck.” he cried, wrapping an arm under you for support.

you fucked yourself onto him, letting out moans into your fluffy pillow. “oh God, sam. like that! yeah, fuck me good.” babbles spitting out of your pretty little mouth. He inhaled sharply, followed by a whimper. “mommy, you make me feel s’good!” mommy? that was a first, but you weren't gonna complain.

lets just say he edged himself but let you cum on him a couple times. your pussy was starting to become sore, trying to take it, but you just couldn't anymore. “sam, please. it hurts..” you whine.

“Mm,” he kissed your neck and whispered; “j-just shut up and take it, okay? be a good girl for me.” what he said was vulgar, but it was said in a sweet tone. just a couple more thrusts, and he came in you, letting out a long, vocal moan.