Freddie Benson has been freely sitting on his bed, reading a few iCarly reviews fans has sent them sure, some can be rude, but most of it were pretty complimenting.
His free time abruptly gets interrupted by a relentless knock surprising him at the door. 'Who could've that be?' He asks himself.
"This door isn't gonna open itself!" A female or somewhat voice pitched Freddie's ear, that he is shocked at the fact that his mother didn't call the police for hearing a suspicion, or maybe his mother was way to busy entertaining T-Bo at that time, he was spiraling.
He later on hears exasperated moaning and groaning, and from that point, he realized who that was. "If you don't open this damned door, I'm gonna wreck it open!" He hears her threaten Sam.
He stood up, twisting the doorknob with his palm and had a glimpse of her, with a desperate look on her face. "Sam, w-why are you here?" He asks, worried about what she really feels like judging by the look on her face.
"How long does it take for a normal human being to open a door?" She snapped at him. Typical Sam Puckett.
"Uh, does my mom know you're here?" He interrogated, making her shiver at the thought of that being real.
"I snuck through your back door, picked a lock by my bobby pin and saw your freakish mother with Teebs and Carls oh wait, why is she here anyways?" Sam demandingly queried.
"She and T-Bo had some kinda bet.. So, why are you here?" He had no idea why he is talking to Sam right now, it was out of his mind.
Despite everything, Freddie couldn't wrap his mind up how beautiful Sam is at that moment. It was like they still dated sneaking around each other's rooms, smiling like crazy. Except they have s He unanticipatedly snaps out of his sexual fantasy with the exact same girl or woman, rather as soon as Sam begins speaking.
"My mom is batshit crazy, and our so-called home smelled like alcohol, couldn't live there. I could've gone to the Shays' where I am used to, but Carly wasn't there, and it'd be pretty odd sharing an apartment with Spencer, I'd wake up looking like that gigantic robot he owns. So, here I am." She explains in a quick manner, that she sounded like she was rapping.
"So, you're staying here? Aaaand, my mother doesn't even know?" He queried, déjà vu, Freddie, déjà vu. "Well, I personally don't mind, I'm used to having you in here, in my room. Just don't touch any hey!" He caught her off-guard toying with his Nug-Nug replica doll. "I was about to say don't touch anything! Jeez, Sam!" He says, as he reach his doll and overprotectively brushing the dusts off as if there was.
"God, Benson! You've gotten so much stronger!" She practically yelled as response, rubbing her arm.
"You're just now figuring that out?"
"Touché,"
"Yeah, touché" Freddie satirically rolled his eyes, making her snigger. Not for much longer, he puts his toy back on top of his drawer, and he faced Sam. "Well, we're definitely not staying on the same bed.. together, aren't we?"
"Uh, hell no!" She sassed. "You," she pointed at him, the tip of her finger on his chest, feeling it broad and thick through his pajama cloth, "are sleeping on a mattress."
"Sam!" He scolded her, "This is my bedroom!"
"But, I'm the girl in here.. sorta."
For that, Freddie sat on his bed with his pear pad hogging his fingers, as Sam follows cluelessly. She sat beside him, bothered by how awkward the situation's are getting. She watches him put his device on the night stand and they just stood there, finding it difficult to cope with now's eventuation.
Silence approached the both of them for a while, 'til Sam decided to speak up, "So.." she started. "Your mom won't sneak up on you in the middle of the night, will she?"
"Nah, she won't. I said that if she'll sneak up on me beyond eight, I'll move out." She chuckled at that.
"You know, if you won't mind.. we can sleep on the same bed." Sam offered, looking at him as he looks back.
His alluring brown eyes was what she missed. She didn't get the chance to glance at his chocolate-like eyes ever since they broke the lines up, but now, it was truly glistening. It was like a thick shade of mud, with sparkles you get lost into, and that, it did Sam Puckett was briefly lost into Freddie Benson's eyes.
"Y-yeah, that'd work too, of course. Maybe we can just put a pillow in between of us, for, you know.. boundaries." He voiced, in an offering manner.
"Definitely." She agreed, smiling.
She knew him, and she knows the fact that he stays up as late as he could Well, duh, of course she knew that, she's been a part of his staying-up-all-night sessions, so, that makes the two of them.
Awkward tranquility pitched both ears, and they could feel the void in each other's hearts. There was something missing, and they knew that.
After a long shot of quietness and awkwardness, Sam seems comfortable already. "Remember the time when you actually brushed my hair? Man, that was hard to think." She said.
"Yeah, that. It was fun,"
"What? Brushing my hair?"
"No,"
"Then what is, Fred-nub?"
He chuckled nonchalantly, unsure of he should give her a piece of his mind. Enough strength has been built, and he decides to admit. "Us, dating."
His statement shushed Sam down, thinking about how good it really felt. It was euphoric, damn, she doesn't even know what she was thinking. 'Snap out of it, Puckett! You two are no longer a couple!'
"Agreed, it was nice having a boyfriend who cooked me everything I wanted," Of course, she was kidding she knew that wasn't the only reason why she missed him as hers.
His face looked earnest and it just told her he was serious about his melancholy for breaking the lines with her the only real relationship he had with a woman. Deep inside, he knew that he was right now facing the girl he put all his love to, the only girl he has spent one night with, the only girl he hated, the only girl he loved, but it was all ripped they were nothing at that point of time.
"Yeah, and it was nice to have a girlfriend who eats her boyfriend's meal just as he looks back." Freddie satirically replied, as she continuously laughs softly.
"Do you even remember the time T-Bo gave us that gigantic shit of a smoothie, then he told us it was free, but it turns out that the smoothie was the thing that's free but the cup was worth thirty-six bucks?" Sam told him, and remembered how laughable that scene of their lives.
"Yeah, yeah. That was sincerely stupid." Freddie had to agree. "How about the time we had sex on Spencer's lawn when he, Carly and Gibby had to pick up groceries?"
"Yeah.. let's not remember that." Sam spoke, finding that reminiscence disgusting probably.
"True," Freddie agreed.
Again, silence filled the room when they recall times of their dating era. It wasn't embarassing, but they were used to having each other that way. And the fact that they didn't want to break-up only aggravates.
He stares into her blue eyes her beautiful, undescribable, tempting sky-like eyes. 'Why did I have to lose her anyways?' He asks himself. His adoration snaps out of itself, 'We had to do it, we had to break-up.'
Her eyelashes curving on its own made him want to own her again, made him want to get himself lost into it Freddie Benson was tempted by Sam Puckett's eyes.
The lines have been crossed for Freddie, his lips startles as soon as it was pressed on hers. He began kissing her roughly while he tried to lay her down, Sam pushes him, making him lay beside her. "Freddie!" she scolded.
"Sam, come on, it's been too long," he said, climbing on top of her. "So, shut up and let me love you."
Before he could even say anything, Sam agreed and she knew exactly what was gonna happen next, so, she pressed her lips harshly on his and passionately kissing him. Freddie's lips have been the only one who has fervently touched Sam's, and he was the only man who has been inside the girl. They took each other's virginities just the day after they admitted their feelings, because the connection was too strong between them no doubts to that. Her tongue begged to be inside his mouth, and he had made her beg for it, since, Freddie has always loved making Sam beg for the things she want in that way.
His lips opened as Sam's tongue enters. When Freddie's teeth began nipping on her bottom lip, she felt pleasure coming towards her despite the brief pain. He removes his button-up pajama top revealing his delicious six pack that she longed for.
He pulled away to undress her, and he did. Sam waited impatiently for him to move a little bit quicker, and he could clearly see the 'give-me-what-I-want-immediately' look on her beautiful face. For that, he moved a little more quicker, now she was left with only her plain bra. She was still as gorgeous as ever it was true, but maybe he was just thinking of it because she was the only girl he had sex with. "You're very beautiful, you know that?" She hears him compliment her.
She feels her heart plunged inside her chest hearing him say those words. Freddie used to say those things and more to Sam when they dated, and it was exquisite. It's been a while since Sam hears him compliment someone, and he chose to break that fact with her. It was wholly unimaginable, it felt so unreal.
Her bra was now removed by the broad man which exposed the northern part of her body's nakedness. Her bare breasts were just calling him, wanting to be touched by him and only him. "You don't have to compliment me in order to bang me, big boy. So, shut up and do it." She says, trying to sound insensitive or at least.
He complied to her demanding request, "Bossy," he said, before leaning his lips against hers, making sure she doesn't get a chance to respond knowing the painfully, inevitable consequences he would have to go through with calling her such thing.
A full blown make-out happened so quickly that it was nearly quicker than two seconds. Their tongues were intertwined together, strangled as their lips were detachable. She felt his arms snaking around her body, and damn, it did feel good.
Moans vibrated inside Freddie's mouth, and it turned out that it was Sam's moans betwixt the massive make-out blown.
The last thing Freddie wanted was to get rid of his problems not in a narcissism way though, but in a way where both of them get rid of everything and just completely think about themselves for the meantime.
At lastly, both of them were practically on each other, with no clothes on, revealing their privates tagging along the party, and their lips were truly detachable since it has been like that ever since then. Surprising her, he pushes his index finger inside her hole, and she gasped. He started to pump his finger in and out of her, and he fortuitously hit a very sensitive spot inside her.
"Holy fuuuuuuck!" Sam moaned, making a long emphasis to the 'fuck'. Freddie lightly scratches her insides. "Ngggh! Freddie,"
Her moaning his name vulnerably made him wanna eat her alive. She feels her clit tingle immediately by the mediocre thrusting, and it made Freddie add two more of his fingers. Sam cried out in pleasure, feeling a little déjà vu from when they dated.
They used to have sex a lot and by 'a lot', it means so much, almost every day and night. Knowing them, they're close to being sex addicts maybe that was a little exaggerated. Sam found the familiar pleasure she felt from before, she really have. Her eyes were squeezed shut, as his fingers pursued on making her feel good.
"Fre- oh, God! Shiiit!" Sam purred. He smirked at the sight of his so-called girlfriend enjoying the wonderful feeling. Sam fantasized of Freddie's nine-inch cock thrusting in and out of her, and damn, she did want it.
She was in the verge of her orgasm, he knew. "You like that, Sammy?" He draws his mouth closer towards Sam's ear, and his heavy breaths on her skin made her shiver. She could only nod as response, feeling too sensitive from the extreme pleasure.
"Freddie, please," Sam practically begged, and he could only smirk. Her eyes were opened, and it just told him exactly what she wants but he won't just give her what needs that easily.
"Please what, Sammy?" He had a smug look at his face. It was so weird just seconds before, she was so arrogant about Freddie yapping about complimenting her, and now, she was vulnerable by himself. She hated how he can make her such a girly girl, not to mention horny girl. "You are so fucking beautiful, baby,"
The prominence of his name-calling made her want to melt on him. He blatantly used to call her that all the time, and it felt better no matter whenever.
"Please," She whimpered, and he had a sarcastic questionable look on his face.
"Samantha, I need you to be more specific than that. Tell me what you want." He sternly confirmed, continuing to shove three of his fingers inside the blonde. "Sam,"
"Please make me cum!" She yelled, before Freddie presses his lips on her neck to shush her down aware that his mother could hear the yeller.
She didn't have to tell him twice. He adds his pinky finger inside, along with his other fingers he was practically fisting her. He continues to thrust his fingers in her relentlessly and cute little moans perk his ear. Her moaning sounds were his favorite music, she knew that. His thumb rubbed her harrowing, sensitive clitoris.
"Oh, Freddie," she wailed, and a smirk has built up on his lips. "Shit."
He just love hearing her moan his name in such a vulnerable way only implying that he's very good at the pleasure she's giving and her sounds just kept boosting his ego everytime. "Fre- damn, mmm," Sam sobbed, feeling tears of pleasure dripping on her cheeks. He started kissing her neck furiously, and she just couldn't help but spasm her body from the tingling sensation Freddie's giving.
"I've always liked it when you say that." Freddie said against her skin, steadying on propelling his four fingers inside the blonde. "Now, will my Sammy-lammy cum for me? Will you cum for Freddie?"
"Yes! Yes! Oh, God!"
As his fingering and her moaning were going at it rhythmically, slick sounds of Sam's juices beginning to slide out of her, meaning she was so close to cumming. As every pushes go inside Sam, it hits her g-spot, and her walls tighten around his finger. Without a single warning, her love-juices avalanched from her cunt to the tip of her asshole, while Freddie's fingers were still inside her. He felt like he have done his job amazingly, and she was wholly satisfied.
Her orgasm didn't stop 'til two minutes.
As Sam tries to catch her breaths back from the extreme pleasure she had just minutes ago, Freddie gave her such an earnest glare. "Oh, my God! That was amazing," She said simply and he smirked smugly, implying a 'duh' look on his face. She held the back of his neck, pushing his head towards her pussy. "Now, will you eat me out, Freddie?"
"I would love to, Princess Puckett, but I would really appreciate it if you let me do what I ought to all this time." He crawled up towards her, bringing his hand nearer his face, and start sucking his index finger.
She had a sweet-salty flavor, if he must describe. It wasn't the best thing he have tasted, but it surely was fine. "Be quiet, Sam. I dare you."
She loved dares.
Both of their genitalia were so hot now, longing for each other. Freddie's hand went to grab his penis and aligning it at Sam's entrance. This was like the moment they lost their virginities 'cause this time, it was new, it was sincere and it was good. It wasn't just an ordinary 'to-get-it-over-with' or 'no-strings-attached' sex they've surely done before.
He glared at her fervently one last time, before shoving an inch inside her. It was like addiction she felt addicted. This rendezvous that's eventuating now would be the coolest reconvening of the year.
He did not want to wait for any longer, he shoved every inch of him already and high-pitched whimpers come out of Sam's mouth. "Mm, Sam, you're so tight,"
His penis pushes in and out of the blonde, almost relentlessly as she moans in unison. Everything was euphoric, and they knew they needed this for so long. "Freddie!" she shouted. For it, he managed to grab the headboard of his bed and brought the hand he used to finger her from earlier on her lips to hush her up. She opened her lips, and pushed his middle finger inside her mouth completely tasting her own orgasm.
Her actions vastly turned him on, making him thrust harder. "Damn.. Oh," Sam howled, which only makes Freddie push harder.
"You gonna cum again, baby? Come on, make me proud,"
"Freddie," she said in spite of her breathlessness.
"Come on, Sam. Let go.." Yet, he thrusts harder and faster, pushing Sam to the hem of orgasming.
"God! Fuck!" Sam wailed.
Her walls were contracting with him amidst the session, desperately hogging on him, not wanting to let go. "Ooh... Freddie,"
A tad of his unborn babies shoot deep inside her, as her orgasm squirts itself. He groaned, along with her.
They both panted rhythmically, looking for oxygen to recover from earlier's majesty. "That was amazing." She said out of nowhere, but he remained silent. "What's wrong, nub? You were just laid a minute ago." She voiced, almost heartlessly.
"What does this mean for us?" He asked to break the void.
"I don't know," She responds, immediately.
"And, that was amazing. It feels better without a con-" He was cut off by his own awareness, which contagiously spread on Sam.
Both goes into deep realization.
They didn't use protection.
"Shit!" They both hissed.