Pairing: Dom!C!Awesamdude x Sub!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Dom/Sub dynamics, afab reader, degrading, ass slapping, gagging, safeword system mentions, sir kink.
You knew from the way that he sighed and slammed the front door that he didn't have a good day, and it made you squeeze your thighs together. Sam practically threw his armour away and sat down on a chair, groaning and rubbing his forehead. You came up behind him and started rubbing the tension away from his shoulders.
"Work didn't go so well?" You asked him. He groaned as you rubbed his shoulders, shaking his head in a "no" motion.
"Dream was an absolute nightmare today. God, it took every ounce of willpower not to punch that son of a bitch." He explained. You laughed, but you knew he definitely wasn't joking.
"Mmm... take your frustrations out on me." You suggested. Sam chuckled, but you could tell there wasn't much humour to his laughter, it was more of a dry, forced laugh than anything.
"You want me to punch you?" He joked, a slight smile on his face. You started kissing down his neck, running your hands through his hair.
"No, I mean, take your frustration out on me in... other ways." You explained, giggling darkly into his ear. He groaned at your words, practically forcing himself to stay sitting down.
"Baby, don't say that unless you honestly want it." Sam said, "Don't joke with me; I need you to be honest or else I won't be able to hold back."
"I want you, Sammy. Use me however you want, I want it." You sighed out, desperation laced in your tone. Sam clicked his tongue and stood up suddenly, and you could hear the creeper hisses from where you were standing.
"Go upstairs, take everything off and lay down on the bed with your ass up." He demanded. When you didn't immediately listen, he spoke again. "Now, slut." He laid one hard slap onto your ass and watched as you ran upstairs, nearly tripping up on your own feet.
Once you were upstairs, you pulled off your shirt and undid your bra, tossing the both of them across the room. You laid down on your back on the bed, pulling off your jeans and tossing those over with the rest of your discarded clothes. The next to come off was your panties, which exposed your aching heat to the cool air of the room. You had gotten them to your mid-thigh, then you suddenly heard the door slam open and shut, and there stood Sam looking beyond pissed.
"Disobeying orders, huh?" Sam questioned, pulling your panties the rest of the way down your legs. You gasped and whined as he slapped your aching cunt lightly with his hand. "I asked you a question, slut." Despite his angered exterior, you could tell he was prepared for if you spoke up and safeworded, ready to switch demeanours in mere seconds.
"No, sir, I was just too slow! I'm sorry! I wasn't disobeying!" You explained as Sam tucked your panties in his back pocket. "I'll do better I promise!" He clicked his tongue again and took off his shirt, throwing it behind him.
"Damn right you'll do better, slut. Wouldn't want me to leave you here all horny and slutty, just waiting for someone to see you and have their way with you, now would you?" He said, "Now, open your mouth." You did as he said and he stuffed your panties in your mouth so you could barely moan out, let alone speak.
"Do you remember the signals?" He asked, his voice suddenly changing to a soft one. You nodded. "Yellow?" You tapped his arm twice. "Red?" You tapped his arm four times. "Green?" You tapped his arm three times. "Good girl, and if you can't reach my arm, hit the bed like you would my arm. Now, flip over and put your ass up for me."
You did exactly as he said, letting your head lay sideways on the bed and your arms rest while your legs supported you. You arched your back so your entrance was right where he needed it. He gripped your hips and used two fingers to play with your folds, chuckling at how wet you were on his fingers.
"What a slut, so fucking wet. Were you this wet all day?" He asked. You slightly nodded and whined as he stretched you out with his fingers, prepping you for his cock. No matter how rough he was, he always made sure to prep you. "Fuck, I was handling Dream all day when I could've been dealing with you..."
He removed his fingers, and before you could whine at the emptiness, he was already filling you up with his cock, groaning at the feeling of your cunt spazzing around his cock. You moaned around your panties, getting them completely soaked with your juices at first, and now your drool that couldn't leave your mouth. Your body was a complete ragdoll for him, the force of his thrusts making your body move forward and back, if it weren't for his hands gripping your hips, you'd probably be getting fucked face-first into the headboard.
"Little slut, always so fucking wet for me. Can't go five minutes without my cock pounding inside of you, huh?" Sam said, groaning sinfully afterward. You were a moaning mess, despite the pantie gag, he could still hear the broken sobs and moans leaving you. "Come whenever you need to, slut, since I know you can't come without permission. At least you're doing something right."
You gripped the bedsheets and screamed against the gag, all you could see was stars, red hot pleasure coursing through your veins. Knowing you were close to coming, he sped up his hips and hit his cock on your sweet spot over and over again, smirking when he saw your eyes roll back. "Come for me, my little slut." He slapped your ass and you came hard, screaming and sobbing around your panties, spit leaking out of the corners of your mouth. He groaned and came all over your ass and cunt, watching as your cunt spazzed and tightened around nothing.
Sam quickly threw on some sweatpants and took your panties out of your mouth, smiling sweetly at you. "Feeling okay, baby?" He asked you softly. You nodded sleepily and let him clean you up, only occasionally hissing when he went to clean up your pussy. He played with your hair and got you some water, making you drink some of it even though you insisted you "weren't thirsty". You let him engulf you in his arms, hearing his soft words of love. He always felt so guilty after a scene like that, so you always let him do what he needed to feel better.
