Imagines

funny blowy in the car (sam worthington nsfw)

"oh shut up!" you giggle and playfully punch sam's shoulder. he cackles, throwing his head back. "hey! eyes on the road!" you scold, playfully squinting your eyes. australian 2010s pop plays softly on the radio, your dress blows in the wind from the cracked window, your feet rest in sam's lap while he drives through the middle of nowhere. your whole body is oriented towards him, your back facing the passenger's seat door. 

"no but really! you were like 'augh! augh! please sam! thats it-' it's so cute!" he laughs again, this time looking down in his lap, shaking his head.

"well, you were all over me!" you try to defend yourself, cheeks getting red as you grow more flustered. 

"of course i was, you were walking around in a tank top, no bra, pajama shorts-" he turns his head to you and counts every detail on his fingers. "you were fresh out the shower, hair was wet-" he rubs the top of his head, gesturing wet hair. "and your nipples were pokin' through your top!" his eyebrows are raised. 

"i would think, in my own apartment-" you begin. 

"OUR, OUR apartment," he turns to you again, pointing a finger at himself. you sigh in annoyance. 

"OUR apartment, i would think in OUR apartment, where i live, i'd be able to look how i want without getting bent over the counter and fucked," you kick him playfully in his belly, causing him to tickle your feet. you quickly pull away, positioning yourself criss cross applesauce to protect yourself. 

"not how it works, honey. not how it-" he shakes his head, tilting it back. 

"agh!" you interrupt. "ever since i got married to you, ever since we moved in together, you're always so horny!" you laugh, watching sam's face to see his reaction. to your surprise, his smile fades a little. 

"what do you mean, hon?" his eyes focus on the country road, not giving you the sly glances that were just painted on his face. your brows furrow.

"i mean, where in our home, have we not fucked? every table, i've been bent over. all the couches, laid down on. all the chairs, i've knelt in front of them. don't even get me started on the kitchen counter. whole place is full of sex," you remark. 

"yeah, guess so," sam shrugs. "but one little mistake, you're associating all our fun, with the apartment. i'll fuck ya anywhere," there's no humor in his voice, he's being completely serious. you stare at him for a second, and then burst out laughing. like LAUGHING. your face grows so red and your abdomen begins to hurt.

"you're so funny," you lean back against the passenger's seat door, coming down from your high and clutching your stomach. he puts a second hand on the steering wheel, then pulls over, stopping the car completely. "what's wrong?" all the jokes fly out of your brain. instead, it grows full of worry. 

"suck me off," he leans back in the driver's seat, fiddling with his belt before pulling off his pants, leaving you to see the print of his erection through his calvin kleins. you sigh, rejiggering your position to have your head over his dick. small giggles come out of his mouth as you move his underwear to pull out his boner. 

“there you are!” you look up at him with his cock still in your hand. “i thought you were mad at me for saying you’re too horny!” you tell him. he squeezes his eyes shut, still giggling. when you open your mouth to lick his tip, he interrupts you. 

“just laughing because you said ‘there you are!’ when you pulled my dick out!” he strokes your hair as you roll your eyes. “not mad at you, why would I be mad at you?” 

“don’t know,” you reply before licking his tip, your tongue teasing the sensitive part. he exhales and closes his eyes again. you kiss it a little bit, getting saliva onto his length. your lips part and you push your head down onto his cock, the girth forcing your mouth open wide. your tongue presses against the back of his dick, and sam’s grip onto your hair grows tighter the further you go. when your nose is pressing up against his thigh, you pull away to breathe. a string of spit hangs off of your lip and reaches to his balls. 

“good girl,” his accent is as thick as ever. you wipe your mouth and take a deep breath before taking him into your mouth again. you let out small noises every time his tip hits the back of your throat. he joins you, groaning at the sensation. soon, you start to get consistent, bobbing up and down with tight lips around his cock. a bitter, slightly salty liquid sprays into your throat. you swallow it all. it comes out inconsistently, surprising you every time with that warm feeling and egg white consistency. 

“feel good?” you look up at him, a mix of his pre cum and your saliva coating your lips. he nods, unable to form a word. you smile at his status, then go back in to finish the job. he grunts and his breath speeds up. this might be the best blowjob you’ve ever given him. there’s something about this one that’s different from all the other times. maybe it’s because sam is letting you do the work instead of just mindlessly fucking your throat, slamming his dick into the back over and over again. of course, you’re both okay with that too. 

“mm, nmph! god, gonna cum!” he whimpers, melting like putty over you. you make a noise in response, letting him know that you got the message. you speed up your movements, his dick throbbing and twitching with every new thing that you add. whether it’s swirling your tongue, holding still with his tip pressed into the back of your throat, or purposefully moaning with his cock in your mouth, so he can feel the vibration. he grips your head tightly. 

a louder whimper comes out of his mouth as cum paints your tongue white. his seed comes out in little blasts, and you lick up every single one. he squirms as his orgasm washes over him, and you watch, proud of your work. you lick your lips clean before sitting upright, sticking your tongue out to show sam his cum.

“like it?” you gladly show the milky white liquid that coats your mouth. he looks over and smiles, still working to catch his breath, then nods and sticks his thumb up, indicating that it’s okay for you to swallow completely now. 

“man, really made a mess outta me!” his eyebrows raise again, and he shakes his head in disbelief while looking down at his messy dick. you smile. “anyways, ready for your turn?” he asks. 

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Credits: rosyjn