Hey, hey, hey! I'm back with this new one-shot, blatantly. This was just a very random idea that came into my head, and of course, I had to write it down. By far, this would be the nastiest one here, but, there's so much more! I know, the title is awful, it's cliché and not the best scheme I could think of, but I swear, I was really bored when I made this.
I'm also probably gonna take a one-month hiatus in Instagram 'cause I've dealt with unusual situations fan page owners should have privacy.
For the other fan page owners, please respect other people's privacies, because their lives aren't as they seem as how it is in their fan accounts. I don't even know how that person found my *deeply* personal account. Hmm, that's just purely rude.
I read that fanfiction called iGot It Out Of System and like.. I'm completely inspired. Hell, it was a short fanfiction but it was soo good. Pardon me, just watching Squid Game.
God, am I simping for Kang Sae-Byeok? Yes.
And anyway, I didn't really have time to re-watch iDate Sam and Freddie, so I just made up shit, after all this is fanfiction.
Freddie and Sam barged into Carly's bright bedroom, looking all feisty from their argument in their pajamas.
It was almost three in the morning, yet, there are still looking for answers for their conflict.
"Carly!" Both said in unison, waking the bubbly girl up who seems to be attached with a... mask on her face. "Wake up,"
"Huh- huh, what? What happened?" Carly asked, cluelessly, as Freddie and Sam looked at each other, noticing Carly's facade's unusualness.
"W-what's that on your face?" Sam queried, while Freddie's eyebrow couldn't stay straight.
"Wha-" Carly stuttered, her palms began examining her own face, then her face flushed in embarassment as she realized her mask is still covering her, directly removing it. "Nothing. What mask?"
Freddie and Sam looked confused. Carly got rid of the mask, and quickly hiding it behind her pillow. "The one you just had on your face?" Sam asked, in a deeply interrogative tone.
"It keeps me from snoring, you happy!" Carly admitted when she thought that there are no other ways to get rid of the bizarre situation. She looked beside her to her bedside clock, and noticed that it's dawn. "What are you guys doing here at almost three in the morning?"
"We were video-chatting online,"
"And Sam said that her mom is a bigger freak than my mom!"
"She is!"
"When I was a baby, my mom put a chip in my brain so she could locate me anywhere on earth!"
"Uhh, when I was a baby, my mom made me drink bottles of black coffee,"
"Why?" Carly said, out of blues.
"She said it made me dance funny!"
"Both your moms are-" Carly calmed, discontinuously. "Did it?" She asked, referring to Pam's Sam's mom's peculiar behavior.
"Yes!"
"Both your moms are freaks, okay? Both of 'em!"
"Uh, mine is freakier!"
"Mine is!"
Yet, the both continuously fought while Carly resumed on sleeping with her anti-snoring mask on her face.
They were in for a long night.
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They were there, on Freddie's bed thinking about their past argument. "I guess both are moms are freaks.." Sam started, sounding defeated somehow.
"Can't argue with that anymore," Freddie replies, with a hint of sympathy in his muscular voice. "Let's just get this over with, you know. Maybe forget the fact that we woke Carly up amidst her snoring sensations on three in the morning."
"Yeah, she'll never forgive us for that." Sam agreed, as he nodded. "But, Freddie,"
"Yeah, baby?" Freddie replied, twisting his neck to the side to glare at her undescribably, gorgeous face.
"You really meant those things you said about me on video-chat?" She curiously queried, midst Freddie deeply staring into her soul.
"About what specifically, Sammy?"
"The thing you said about you fucking me mercilessly tonight, then you asked me to come over before you brought the whole freak thing,"
He sighed, as flashes of that happening flashed into his mind.
Earlier
"How about I come over your apartment later? How does that sound like?"
"Sure, Sam, that sounds tempting."
"And can you repeat what you said earlier? I can't seem to be able to resist hearing that."
"Hmm, Sam, you sound mischievous."
"You know I can show you mischievous, Freddie."
"Mmm, really?"
"You'll see."
"You know what I have a few things planned with you myself."
"Really, like what?"
"I would like to make you cum all over this whole apartment."
"Mhmm, what else would you do with me?"
"You'd be begging."
"Begging for what, baby?"
"Every, single, thing."
"You seem to be very unfulfilling with your desires, honey."
"Oh, sweetheart. Come over, right now."
"Sure, but I think your freaky mom won't mind if my spill would be all over your place, right?"
"No, not at all, I guess."
"Tsk, I still think my mom is freakier."
"Sam, really?"
"Can't fight a fact, sorry."
"You're seriously not gonna bring up an argument between us right now, aren't you?"
"Freddie, I'm not starting an argument!"
"It sure seems like you are!"
"It's not my fault my mom's freakier than any other mothers in the universe!"
"Ugh, mine is!"
"Let's just, you know, ignore that." Freddie said, and Sam scoffed. "What?"
"You're really a nub," She rolled her eyes. "Damn, Freddie. You got me all tempted."
He took a deep breath, making his actions more believable. He never really meant her thought on his unfulfilling his plan to bend her over all over their place that she wouldn't be able to walk in the morning no doubts to that. He waited for the right second for him to throw her over his shoulder, while Sam was left there disappointed, wanting to be touched severely.
He had enough. He threw her over his shoulder just like what he planned to, and began walking. "F-freddie, what are you doing?" She asked between huffs.
"Fulfilling your long-time desire, sweetie."
Her butt was drawn so close to his face, but it only turned her on more. She could only moan for response, as it made his dick twitch. "I've always wanted this too."
They were in the middle of the living room, and God, it felt empty. Let's just hope that we won't wake the neighbors up, Sam thought to herself not knowing she said it, audibly to Freddie. "What was that, Sammy?"
"No, nothing." She stuttered, which he completely ignored.
"You know how I'll take this, right?" Was his only response.
She felt thoroughly lost for a moment, "Sam?" He clarified.
"I can handle anything, you know that." She responded, arrogantly. "Where should we start then?"
His eyes then roamed towards the kitchen, then the refrigerator. He smirks by surprise in a smug matter. He didn't say anything, but just proceeded on removing her clothes off of her. She gasps at how fast he can do such thing, but of course, it wasn't the first time.
She felt completely dominated but again, no surprises. Sam, nor Freddie never really expected for Freddie or from Sam's words itself, a "nerd" to domineer on someone like Sam's way unanticipatedly.
Sam shivers as she realizes she was completely naked before he could even take a shirt out. Her pink nipples seems to be contracting with the wind swiftly and as it becomes more erect. "Freddie, take your clothes off, now." She merely demanded and she knows that he hated how he makes her so wimpy and soft like one of those pick-me sluts she's seen on school. "You're teasing me for a whole night, aren't you?"
He went up on his knees, kneeling before her and his heavy breaths lingered at her aching, wet core. "I'm not teasing you, Sammy. Therefore, I'm appreciating," His hand crawled up her body, 'til it reached her breast, slowly squeezing it, and she moans. "your," Yet, another squeeze. "features."
Her knees trembled like crazy whilst her pussy was anticipating to be noticed. "You take what I fucking give you," he stood up. "Do you understand?" He reassured, but she only nodded. This was not Sam Puckett at all.
Height differences were doing good things to the both of them. He glared at her deeply, and his fingers go onto her chin lifting it slightly for their faces to align.
"Lean against the refrigerator, and make sure your pretty ass is showing out." She complies.
As Freddie walked towards Sam who already outdone his request, he was also removing his clothes himself. Firstly, he took his pajamas off along with his underwear, and she gave a painfully impatient look. This made him want to take much more longer time, but he realizes that there were no more hours left, his cock was longing to sink in her warmth immediately.
He also took his shirt off, carefully flexing his abs towards her beautiful girlfriend, who was unexplainably horny. "Sam, I want you to do something for me." He utters simply, toying with his shaft furiously.
"What is it?"
"Count."
"Count?"
"Well, you know how I've been longing to do this with you ever since we both lost our virginities at the back of my car. I want you to count how many times you orgasm, okay?"
She nods.
"Sam, I'm hoping to reach longer than the world record's tally." Her eyes grew large.
"Y-yeah, of course."
"I want you to acknowledge the fact that I want to show you how you're mine, Sam, and I want to show it this way."
"Yes, Freddie." He slaps her ass, and his mouth goes to her neck, licking on sucking on it strong enough to make marks. "I don't wanna waste more time, Freddie."
"Now, aren't you a needy little slut?" His words made Sam wanna break him, but she never wanted to break his domineering moment that boosts his poor, nerdy ego.
"Yes, Freddie,"
"Tell me." He asked, monstrously. He brought his member up towards her genitalia, and indiscreetly rubbed its tip on her upside-down clit.
"I am your needy little slut," she slurred. "Freddie, please."
Out of pity, he shoved himself fully in her, and she screeched. Her forehead landed against the refrigerator. He begins to pump all of him, as slick sounds formed.
He was so big, and her size really had to accommodate with such thing. He was nine-inches-tall, but it really felt like his cock's width is too. He started thrusting harder, and faster, making her throw her head on her barrier the refrigator, for the meantime.
"Freddie," she commenced. "Ah, ah, God!" she shrieked out, making Freddie push-and-pull in unison with her sweet sounds
He hummed in satisfaction, "So tight, damn." His thrusting were relentless, or somewhat.
She looked at him, with a very horny look on her large, sapphire eyes. He was incorrigible, and she was needy. They were perfect for each other, and not just because of sex, somehow, but because of the strong connection they both hold which intensifies when they merge which they also show in sex.
It has been minutes since he was thrusting as hard, and as fast as he could, her clit felt tingling sensations, and it made her wanna cum for the first time this night. Knowing them, they have been going at it like bunnies.
"Baby, I'm gonna cum," Her words made Freddie wanna cum, but he's trying to hold it. He's been silent, it made her anxious. Freddie has always been this taunting ever since, I mean, you can't expect him teasing her on the moment they lost their virginities, right? She was afraid that he wouldn't let her spill her juices. "Freddie, can I cum?"
He chuckled deviously. He withdrew inside her, and she could feel it. His lips went up her ear, giving her goosebumps. "You wanna cum, huh?" She nods desperately, and his hand travels from her waist to her breast, slightly tugging her nipple in between his index and middle finger, pulling on it. "I want you to cum hard for me." So, she did.
Sam's orgasm completely covered him, mixed along with his. She gasps as he pulls out. "On your knees, right now." He commanded. Not wanting to get him disappointed, she got on her knees and realized that his long, thick shaft was right in front of her. "Taste yourself off of me."
He didn't need to tell her twice.
Her mouth fell open, receiving his salty cock got in it. Freddie groaned, as he feels himself sinking deep inside her mouth. She gagged, when its tip reaches her tonsils. Her palms rested on his thighs, and he smirks one more time. "Get your fucking hands off my thighs." She shivers. "Lay them on your thighs, Samantha,"
Sam must've hit Freddie in his severely, damaging button that turns him into a sex demon, somehow. It was a matter of time, he guesses. She dominated over him for his whole life, and it was his turn.
She kept sucking him angrily, but it only gave him amazing sensations. "Open your mouth," she opened her mouth, and he, uhm, spitted inside it. She smiled, while swallowing his saliva. "Good girl." He says before pushing her head, wanting for her to continue what she was told to do.
She pants, her face covered with his unborn babies. "You did a really great job out there." He gestured towards the center area of their apartment. "Now, how many times is that, baby?"
"Ungh, six." She said, between breaths.
"Hmm, six in two minutes, sweetie? I must really pleasure you a lot, baby."
"Freddie, I- I don't think I can-"
"Oh, yes you can, Sam, and you will." He kissed her back, and a bunch of euphoria dived into her.
He slids into her again, for the millionth time this day or they're starting the counting again, since it's morning already, but they certainly don't give a damn.
Well, who's counting the time, when they got it for life?
He watches his shaft disappear by time to time, and watching it come back as it is afterwards. "You're very tight, Sam," he muffled, yet, just a moan from her. "You gonna cum for me for the seventh time, huh?"
"Yes, yes!" She mumbled against the pillow, as she was bent over the sofa bed.
Her breasts hanging, him pumping his whole body into her, slamming it harshly. His tip rubbed against her g-spot almost perfectly, and this moment was just too fervent to explain in words. "Freddie, I think I'm gonna cum again."
"Hold it, sweet girl." He knew she hated it when he called her that, but who cared? No one could give a shit about them now, they were addicted to what they were doing. He stops, and got himself rid of her. "You've been such a good girl, Sammy-lammy."
If he wanted to make her orgasm this badly, then what was he doing?
She looks over her shoulder, practically twisting her head broken, and he was kneeling at the back of her. Before she could even spill around him, he began eating her out, mouth-fucking the blonde. "I wanna see you beg for me to stop, Sam."
"Oh, my God," She was so fucking close, if that was the question. She was on the verge of orgasming as wild as ever. "Ngh, fuck!"
"Yes, I want you to squirt for me like a really good girl, aren't you?" She was silent, only her moans surrounded the room. "How many more rounds to reach twelve, baby?"
Ugh, math.
"Uhh," she mentally subtracted twelve to how many times they were at it currently. So, if twelve was subtracted to six, uhh, oh, six more. "Six more, aah!" She orgasmed.
Her juices were on his face, and damn, it was beyond hot. "How many times?" He asked, licking the nearest areas from his tongue.
"Seven. Please, Freddie,"
"Twelve it is."
More biting, licking and tongue-plunging eventuated, and her pussy was trembling like shit. His ego depended on how many times she can cum, wow.
Squirt.
"Ohh, eight!"
Yet, her ninth gushed.
"Nine, oh, Freddie!"
They just beat the world record's tally.
"A few more, Sam." Freddie reminded.
"It's not like y-you can do anything about it." Sam sassed at him.
"Good point, baby."
"Freddie, I'm so close."
"Then do it, I dare you."
"Carly!" Sam was slamming doors, and Carly looked at her in a replying manner, as she realized Sam was wearing the same clothes she wore last night.
"Oh, I do know."
"You do?"
"Of-, duh!" Carly replied, rolling her eyes. "I lost my virginity way before you did, idiot!"
Porn, who?
I- I really don't know how to end these shits, but, I really did try my best. I was reading a few TikTok fanfiction recommendations, and guess who got inspired?
I'm COMPLETELY obsessed with Squid Game currently, you guys don't understand. I've never been into K-drama and all that, but, I am a sociopath too. It took me so fucking long to write this, because I was amidst the opening of our second semester, and I had to comfort my sister, Pri, because she felt like her privacy was invaded like crazy.
I hope y'all don't tolerate this kind of behaviour, and I sure am gonna go extra on the next chapter.
Love lots,
Teagan 3