(A/N SMUT WARNING (Sexual Content) : both Sam and Ryder are 16 and the legal consent age of New Zealand (where they live) is 16, so it's all good) (This is a long chapter, so grab your minstrels haha)

Ryder's POV

We waved goodbye to a couple of people, before leaving the building, and returning to our own. As we stood in the lift, Sam kissed me, before pulling away all too soon when our floor was reached. 

I changed out of my beautiful dress and took off all my accessories, then put on soft satin short black shorts and my Black Widow shirt. Sam put on his red checkered pyjama pants, and his matching Hulk shirt. 

Sam got under his duvet on his side, waiting for me to crawl in. He knew I always liked to be on the side against the wall, as it felt safer. Once I did, he spooned me, and watched his laptop screen over my shoulder. First, we watched Tenet, and then started searching for another movie. While I did so, Sam began to kiss the part of my shoulder which was exposed. It was distracting, to say the least, so I turned to lay on my back. 

Sam propped himself up on his elbow. "Can I ask something?"

"Sure," 

"What do you want this to be?" he asked. Our voices were both quiet, as it was night time. 

"Us?" I asked. 

"Yeah," 

I returned the question. "What about you?"

I expected him to complain that he asked me first, and refuse to answer until I did, but he gave me a small smile and responded. "I guess I'd like to call you my girlfriend," he said. oh my god it's happening.

I smiled back. "I'd like that too," I said. 

"Is that a yes?"

"Yeah, it is," I verified. 

He grinned. "Thank fuck," he said, before leaning in and kissing me. 

His hand found my waist, and mine landed on his chest, as we felt something different: a little more desperation, and craving. He withdrew a couple of seconds later, both of us out of breath and unsure of what we were doing. We seemed to communicate with our eyes, not daring to open our mouths. I wasn't sure where this was going, but I wanted more. I curled my fingers into a fist around the front of his cotton Hulk t-shirt. He glanced down at my hand, before attaching his lips to mine again. His tongue darted out from between his lips for a second, swiping mine, before he pulled away to see if I was still comfortable. 

"Sam," I whispered. I wasn't sure what I wanted to say, I just wanted more of him. 

His hand shifted a little on my waist, caressing my skin. "Yeah?" when I didn't say anything else, he spoke again. "Do you want something?" I nodded, not sure what to say. "Tell me, Rye," he said. 

I looked away, blushing. His hand lifted my chin, so that he could stare into my eyes again, before returning to its position on my hip.

"You," I whispered.

He gulped and licked his lips. "You wanna take things a bit further?" I nodded "I- Are you sure about this?" I nodded in response again.  "Tell me when you want to stop, okay?" 

"Yeah, I will," I assured him. 

"I don't want it to seem like I'm taking things to fast, or taking advantage of you." he said, before kissing me once more.

I gave him an unimpressed look. "Sam, it took you 4 years to ask me on a date, I certainly do not mind if we go fast from here,"

He chuckled, "Okay, princess, whatever you say,"

In a swift movement, he sat up, on his back, and placed me on top of him, straddling his body. The action caught me by surprised, but I recovered, and leaned to press my lips back onto his. 

Then his tongue was in my mouth, evoking sensations I wasn't aware I was capable of feeling. The feeling made me melt, and cling to him for dear life. His heart beat faster and faster under my palm, as did mine, and I wondered if he could hear it. 

I wanted to look at his face, to see if his expression was similar to mine: one of pure passion and lust, however I couldn't seem to pull away for long enough to find out.

As he kissed me, my mind wandered, occupied by the blonde underneath me, distracted by thoughts of him, him and him- but also the things he could do to ruin me. 

I felt almost helplessly submerged in his love and infatuation, but all the while more than willingly. 

His hands subtly crept under the edge of my shirt, onto my soft skin. They felt cold, or at least less hot than my body, but that may have just been the fact that I was a naturally warm person. 

After he was done taking his time with his long, profound kisses, his lips traversed to my jaw, pressing soft kisses there as well before moving further down and repeating. Post much teasing, his lips made it to my neck. His tongue darted out, lapping at my skin, searching for my sweet spot. 

I didn't think I had one, until his lips closed on my bermuda triangle gently, making me unintentionally grasp his hair with both my hands and let out a satisfied whimper.

My reaction made him pull away, tensing underneath me, clearly surprising him as much as it did myself.

I blushed. "Sorry," I said, releasing my grip on his hair. "I was surprised at how good it felt,"

Sam shook his head. "I don't mind, I think I liked it," he added, his own cheeks pinkening. 

"Me pulling your hair, or me-" I cleared my throat "-making noises?" I asked.

"Both," he replied, before placing his lips back on my neck. "Keep doing both,"

He sucked my skin more confidently this time. The feeling made me pulse between my legs. Sam continued to move his skilled mouth on my neck, leaving me no choice but to let out a moan. My sounds only encouraged him, pulling my body closer to his. One of his arms snaked onto my back, supporting me, and the other gripped my waist, tightly, but not so tight that it would hurt me, although I'm sure I would not dislike a bit of roughness and pain.

"Fuck," I involuntarily clenched my thighs around Sam's waist, making him pull away, breathlessly.

"Sorry, I left marks," he whispered, but rather than sorry, he sounded proud of himself. "Lots of pretty marks . . . they look so good on your skin, Rye,"

I smiled and shrugged, deciding on dealing with concealing in the morning.

After pecking my lips briefly, he reached for my shirt, beginning to lift it before he double backed, and removed his own shirt instead. I was met with the familiar sight of his chiselled torso and he grinned as I checked him out, making me avert my gaze.

"It's okay, you can look," he said. I wanted to leave marks on his soft skin too, but I was too nervous to take initiative and do it. I smiled, shyly, before reaching for my own shirt. Part of me wanted him to see me, but small part of me was a little bit insecure. "Can I?" he asked.

I nodded and held my arms up for him. He took off my shirt, letting it join his own on the floor. He kept his eyes riveted to mine, before giving me a weak smile. 

My cheeks tinted. "You can look too," I whispered. 

He sighed gratefully, before letting his gaze drop to my chest. His first reaction was the widening of his eyes. Then, his mouth fell ajar. 

We changed in the same room everyday, but Sam never looked at me while I changed. He never tried to take advantage of the situation like that, he would simply face the other way.

I stayed still as he gazed at me. My face reddened even more as a few seconds passed, and I realised that Sam could see me clearly, as if the light were on, whereas everything was only dimly lit up by Sam's laptop screen for me.

Sam got it together, closed his mouth, then gulped. "I don't know what to say," he said, chuckling. 

"What do you want to say?" I said.

"You're really fucking beautiful and hot and sexy, and I had no idea that titties were so pretty in real life," he blurted out, quietening his voice at the tail end, making me smile. "Um, can I uh . . ." he lifted his hands, holding them idle between our bodies. " . . . touch them?"

I nodded. "Yeah, go ahead." I said. "You can uh, take it off as well if you like," I said, referring to my push up sports bra.

"Thank you," he said, before slowly placing hands on my covered boobs. Gentle with his movements, he tightened his fingers around them, squeezing me gently. As I let out a shaky breath, he watched my expression, checking I was okay. His hands traced round to my back, unhooking my bra, before letting the straps fall off my shoulders. I helped him out, removing it completely and dropping it on the floor. 

"So pretty," Sam licked his lips and cupped my breasts with his hands again, a little more confidently. "Fucking hell, babygirl, you're beautiful." His name for me, made me arch my back, pushing my chest into his hands ever so slightly. "God, you're so responsive," he almost moaned.

His thumbs and fingers found each of my nipples, feeling them harden under his touch. "Jesus, Sam," I whined as he pinched them.

"I'm sorry, baby, was that too far?" he asked, worry lacing his voice.

I shook my head. "I liked it,"

He grinned and pinched them again, making me gasp. Sam then removed one of his hands, replacing it with his mouth. The sensation of his warm tongue on my sensitive nipple made me let out a shaky moan, and once again grab his hair. He took my bud between his teeth, gently holding it in place as his tongue lapped at it repeatedly, before switching to give the same treatment to my other boob. I felt myself growing more wet between my legs, and at this point, I seemed to have a permanent blush on my face.

He took a particularly harsh nip at my skin, catching me off guard. In response, I involuntarily grinded my hips on his. I didn't realise that the movement was going to cause a large amount of pleasure to course through my core, so when it did, I let out a strangled moan. 

To my greater surprise, Sam's spare hand on my waist tightened its grip, and he jolted upright, groaning against my chest. 

We both froze up again, completely shocked by what had just happened. Sam had produced such an attractive noise, that I would trade anything to hear it again. 

He chuckled. "I really didn't expect you to do that," he said.

"I, uh, didn't mean to do it," I said. I was mentally face-palming for being so awkward.

"You're so innocent, I love it," he smirked. "I definitely wouldn't mind if you did it again, babygirl," Sam said, caressing the satin material of my shorts. "Only if you want to," he added. 

"It felt good," I whispered.

Sam smiled and kissed my lips, before pulling away. "Here, like this," he guided my hips with his hands, back and forth. I could feel him between my legs, warm and hard. I got the hang of it and began grinding on him properly. If I wasn't wet before, I definitely was now.

"You feel me?" He trailed his hands down to my ass, squeezing me. The feeling of my clothed pussy against his hard on was taking my breath away, feeling more and more pleasurable each time I moved. Sam pecked my lips, before flipping us over in a swift movement. The new position now placed him on top, and he took initiative, grinding on me, almost in a skilled manner even though we both knew this was a first for both of us.

I moaned, wrapping my legs around his body. "Fuck, Sam,"

He pulled away ever so slightly. "Do you want me to do something for you? Do you want me to make you cum?" he asked, his voice naturally deeper from how aroused he was.

I nodded, moving my hips up to meet his again. 

"Say it, Rye," Sam said, as he kissed my forehead. "I need to hear you say it," Even though we were both incredibly horny, he still wanted my definite confirmation before he dared to do anything.

"Please, make me cum, Sam," I said. 

He smirked, satisfied, before sitting up and placing his hands on the waistband of my satin shorts. "Can I take these off?" he asked.

I gave him an unimpressed but playful look. "Samuel Hargreaves I swear to God if you don't remove them, I will," I warned, earning a chuckle from the blonde in front of me.

He slid them down my smooth legs, and tossed them onto the floor. Then he placed his hands on my thighs, spreading them again for his body to go in between. I gave him a supporting smile, before finally let his gaze settle on my body. His fingers traced up my thighs, painfully slowly, teasing me, before they skipped at little and went straight to the top of my black laced underwear.

"Jesus, you're gonna be the death of me, Rye, baby," he said. "You must be tired of me asking but can I take them off?" he grinned down at me.

"Go ahead," I assured him.

Thank God I decided to shave, I thought, as he slid my panties off gently. Rather than removing them in one go, he stopped once my entrance was exposed. I watched his expression, as he let out a shaky breath, before continuing to remove my panties. They joined the other articles of clothing, on the floor. 

He licked his lips, before spreading my thighs a little more. "Y-You're so wet," he observed, sounding surprised.

"You did that to me," I pointed out.

He gulped, before groaning. "You're too hot, princess," he said.

I pushed my hips up a little bit. "Can you do something please?" I didn't want to sound needy but I was incredibly horny, and I had never felt like this before - at least not with anyone else involved.

He nodded. "Of course, Princess," After tracing his finger towards it teasingly, he eventually stroked one finger tip up my slit, spreading my wetness to my clit. He watched my expression all the while. I let out a shaky breath, my mouth running dry at the new feeling. He switched his finger for his thumb, his hand flat on my pelvis. Sam started to move his thumb in small circles on clit, drawing whimpers from me. I reacted by pushing my hips back, into the mattress, away from his touch. 

"S-Sam," I murmured. "I'm sensitive," I lowered my voice at the end, almost ashamed. 

Sam smiled. "That's okay love. Just tell me if you want to stop, I don't want to do anything you're uncomfortable with," he said. I nodded in agreement. "Can I carry on?" he asked. 

"Yeah," I responded, relaxing. 

Sam brought his other hand to my core, and I felt his finger at my hole. I gave him a nod and he gently pushed it in. My tight hole resisted, warming up to the feeling slowly. "Keep going," I said, noticing that Sam was hesitant so as to not hurt me. He did as I said, and pushed his finger all the way in. He slowly pulled it nearly all the way out again, before repeating the action a few times. Once I got used to it, and I stretched out a little, the uncomfortableness subsided, and I was left with one of satisfaction and pleasure. 

I sighed. "It feels really good Sam," I said. I felt really awkward saying things like that. I didn't really know what to do besides speak my mind. 

"Can I go faster, baby?" he asked. 

I nodded, and he moved his finger at a faster pace. The pleasure increased the more he did. I couldn't stop the soft moans and curse words from falling from my lips.

"Your sounds are doing a madness to me, love," Sam said, as I clenched my fist around the bed sheets. 

I hummed, but I wasn't sure if he noticed, or if it blended in with all my other sounds of satisfaction. Sam continued to work me closer and closer to my release. After giving me about 5 minutes of constant pleasure silently, he spoke again.

"Have you ever had an orgasm?" Sam asked. 

My walls began to clench around his finger, as I got closer. I gulped. "Y-Yeah," I mumbled. 

Sam slowed his movements for a split second, in shock, before moving his finger at a fast pace again. "Wait what?"

"Sam-" I closed my eyes.

"You've had an orgasm before?" He questioned again. 

"Ahh, fuck, right there, Sam," I propped myself up on my elbows and threw my head back. "Yeah, just a few times," 

Sam chuckled and curled his finger, drawing a high pitched moan from my lips. "You'd think after spending years by your side, there would be nothing that you could say that would surprise me," he said. "God, you look hot. Are you close? You're clenching so hard around me,"

"Y-Yeah, keep going, I'm so close," I said. He did as I asked and ever so slightly increased his pace, fucking me with his finger, curling it until I dropped off the edge, into an endless pool of ecstasy. As I came, I arched my back, and brought one hand to my mouth, trying to plug the pornographic moans from my mouth. 

I panted, trying to catch my breath and process what had just happened. His fingers felt so good inside me, it made me desperate for more. He slowed down his movements, bringing me down from my orgasm in a skilled manner.

"You okay?" Sam said, taking a hold of my arm and kissing my hand gently. 

"Y-yeah," I breathed out. "Thank you, that was amazing," I said. 

"I enjoyed it more than you did," he said, smugly. I watched as he took his fingers to his mouth, sucking my juices off them, before flopping on the bed beside me. 

I swallowed hard. God, why'd he have to be so attractive? I thought. 

Recovered from my trip to heaven and back, I sat up, and crawled back on to Sam's lap. He looked almost surprised. 

"You didn't think we were done, did you?" I said. My brain cringed, where the fuck did all that confidence come from, what the fuck? I thought, but Sam seemed impressed. 

"Hmm, I mean yeah I suppose I did," he placed his hands on my waist and kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips. If I'm honest, I tasted kinda good hehe, results of healthy diets and activity for the past few years. "You gonna show me otherwise?" he said after he pulled away, a smirk playing on his lips.

I hummed, and rested my bare core on his clothed lower half. He tensed his jaw, and I slid my hands down, from where they were either side of his face, and ran them down his firm chest. 

"Fuck," he mumbled, glancing down at where our bodies connected, before looking back into my eyes. "Are you gonna-" he gulped "-take it out?" he asked, referring to his very evident boner. 

I nodded. "Don't expect much though, I'm not experienced,"

"Neither am I, I'm just naturally good," Sam said, playfully. "Don't worry, baby, I'll yell if u do something wrong," he said, making me giggle.

I got to work, and placed my hand onto the tent in his pyjama pants. He was warm under my touch, and as I applied a little more pressure, he twitched ever so slightly. I noticed that he kept his eyes trained on my face, rather than on what my hand was doing. His 'Adam's Apple' bobbed every few seconds, as he swallowed saliva that collected in his mouth from anticipation. 

I moved my hand up and down his length slowly. He was long and thick, and tucked away to the right, under his waistband. 

"It feels so good, and you haven't even taken it out yet," he groaned. His voice was raspy, and his chest moved up and down as he breathed deeply. 

I hooked my fingers under his waistband, and pulled it down gently. I pulled down his all black boxers too, which - might I add - he looked incredibly hot in. 

His cock sprung up, and Sam sighed as he was finally let loose. 

"You asked me if I'd cum before. What about you?" I asked. 

"Yeah once or twice-" his breath hitched as I took a hold of him. "-or maybe more than that," he admitted. 

The thought of him making himself cum made me even more aroused, if that were even possible. 

"How? When? We spend every day together," I said, tightening my fist around him. His cock was veiny, and leaking pre-cum. And he had shaved too. I'd never seen anything so attractive in my entire life - besides the boy himself.

Sam grunted. "Tighter- fuck." he said. I did as he asked, slowly moving my hand up and down his length. "I could ask you the same," 

"True, I guess sometimes at night or in the shower I touch myself," I spoke quietly, my cheeks tinting pink.

"Same, baby. Occasionally I do it at night, when you're asleep. But you're a light sleeper, and- fuck, that feels so good baby- and you often wake up because I'm not good at being silent and I have to stop, so I do it in the shower now," he said, moaning between his words. "It's hard living around you. Literally," he said, making me laugh.

"Oh, right," I said, focussing on my keeping my strokes consistent. 

I moved my hand faster, and faster, till Sam's hand tightened around his bed sheets, either side of his body. He clenched his jaw together, trying to muffle every sound his body tried to let out, but the odd moan escaped. I was starting to get addicted to hearing his deep sounds, doing my best to keep up the pace.

"I can't even moan properly, Gray and Jared are next door," he groaned. 

"They probably already heard me, I wasn't exactly quiet was I?"

Sam chuckled, bucking his hips up into my hand and moaning. "Yeah, I just didn't have the heart to tell you to be quiet. You sounded too hot," he admitted. 

I kept going for a few minutes before I started to feel him twitch in my hands. 

"Fuck, uh, Rye?" Sam moaned. 

"Yeah?"

"Stop, I-I'm close," he let out. He twitched once more in my hands and I stopped. 

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, worried. 

He shook his head. "No, no you did so well, almost too well," he said, quietly. "But I kind of um . . . . wanted to . . ."

"Go on," I said. It was cute how he was shy. 

"I wanted to cum inside you," he said. My mouth ran dry. He watched my expression. "Was that too far?"

I swallowed. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ) "Uh . . . no?" I said, unsure. It wasn't too far. I wanted it. I wanted him. "I want that too," I said slowly.

He smiled, relieved. "Are you sure?" he asked, flipping us over, so that he was on top again. 

"Yes,"

"Like 100%?" he checked.

"Yes, 101%," I said

"Okay," Sam kissed me before leaning towards the bedside table. "I know you're on the pill, but just to be safe," he said, getting a condom.

I looked at him confused. "How do you have these? Why do you have these?" I asked. 

Sam chuckled. "Well, I always hoped we'd be in this situation. You can never be too prepared," he said, making me giggle.

He rolled it onto himself, before looking at me. "Rye . . ."

"I know what you're going to say," I said, smiling. 

"What am I going to say?" He asked. 

"Are you sure you want this baby girl?" I said, imitating his voice. 

"Okay, I do not sound like that," he said. "But yes, that is what I was going to say, word for word," he admitted. 

"Well the answer is yes, I'm sure." 

He smiled, "Cool. We can stop whenever you like," he added, before placing his body between my legs again.

I nodded, and he stared at me for a few seconds, eyes raking down my bare body. "Sam . . ." I started. 

"Yeah, I'll get to it, I was just taking in how lucky I am to be on top of someone like you," he breathed out.

I blushed. "I-" I didn't know how to respond. "You're so sweet," I ended up saying. 

Sam smiled before looking down, between our bodies. He was so careful with his movements, as he pressed his tip on my slit, moving it up and down a few times. He pressed his tip into my entrance. He was huge - in comparison to what I've seen on the internet - so it was uncomfortable to begin with. He eased himself in further, till his whole length was inside me. Sam let out the breath he was holding in.

"Ahh . . ." I made a noise of discomfort and Sam instantly stilled. 

"A-Are you okay Rye? Am I hurting you?" Sam panicked, looking concerned.  

"Mhm it's okay Sam, you're huge, it's gonna be uncomfortable to start with," I reassured him, but he still looked pained. I placed a hand on his cheek, caressing his face with my thumb gently. "It's okay Sam, just keep going slow, I'm okay I promise,"

"I love you, Rye," Sam said. It took me off guard. Aside from my cousin, and my sister, nobody had ever said those words to me. 

"I love you too, Sam," I said back. smiling.

Even though he was all the way in, he pushed his body against mine a little further, taking my breath away. "Y-You're really tight, baby," he said. "Are you okay? Am I hurting you?"

I shook my head. "I'm fine, just keep going slow,"

"Yeah. Tell me to stop if you want to, okay?" 

"I will, Sam," I assured him.

Sam pulled out, leaving just his tip in, before gently pushing himself back in to the hilt. He watched my expression, all the while, making sure I was okay. I knew he wouldn't continue if it was putting me in pain. He repeated this slow movement a few times before I felt like I had adjusted to his size. His left arm snaked under me, supporting my back even though I was laying on the bed, and his right arm moved, often resting on my waist. The uncomfortable feeling subsided, and was replaced with a pleasurable one. 

"You can go faster," I said, quietly. Sam still didn't tear his eyes away from mine. My walls relaxed, and so did I, I sure he sensed it.

He did as I said, picking up the pace a little bit. My legs bent, my feet in the air either side of his warm body, instead of flat on the bed. Surprisingly, it gave me a new angle, one that felt so much better. 

"Ah, f-fuck, Sam," I began to moan, for the first time after he had entered me. It felt so good. I could see why lots of people craved this feeling. 

Relaxing, now that I had shown a sign that I was comfortable, Sam let out a throaty groan, before burying his face into the crook of my neck. His soft grunts and groans made me feel extra good somehow. He placed his lips onto my neck, kissing and licking my skin, amplifying every feeling of pleasure that I was experiencing even further. 

He breathed deeply, and kept up his steady pace for at least 5 minutes until I felt him twitch inside me. His hips rutted against my mine involuntarily before he got a hold of himself and relaxed. "B-Baby," he moved a little away to look at my eyes, "I'm sorry, you feel so good, I'm nearly there,"

I hummed, "You don't need to be sorry Sam," I reassured him, and he placed his lips on mine, only to pull away a few seconds later and groan into my ear. 

I clenched around him, feeling a much stronger version of the sensation from before. "I'm close too, Sam, keep going, keep going," I spoke between moans.

"I know baby, I feel you. You're so hot, Rye," he pulled back, so that he could look into my eyes. I opened my mouth to speak but I cut myself off with a moan as Sam bottomed out inside me. The feeling seemed to take me off guard every single time. 

"I'm close as well, cum with me Rye, baby, cum for me," Sam panted, circling my clit with his thumb and coaxing me off the edge into my orgasm.

My hands clenched as I came, one around Sam's blonde hair, and the other around the bedsheets beside my body. A string of curse words left my mouth, as well as a few whimpers and mentions of Sam. I'd never felt anything so amazing in my entire life. I was out of  breath for a good few minutes after I came. 

Sam on the other hand, continued thrusting into me for another 10 seconds while he came. I felt his dick give a few kicks inside me, before he eventually stilled his hips and pressed his lips onto mine. While he came though, he kept his eyes trained on my face, and let out a few manly moans and grunts. I loved hearing the noises he made, they were more than enough to turn me on alone. "I love you, Ryder Black," he mumbled after a few seconds. 

"I love you, Samuel Hargrave," I repeated back.

Once we both caught our breaths, Sam sat up, pulling himself out of me gently. My body voiced it's discomfort with that by putting up goosebumps as soon as Sam's body left mine. 

Sam chuckled. "You cold, baby?" he said, reminding me that he can see in the dark. I nodded, before pouting. "What do you say we take nice hot shower together and then cuddle till we fall asleep?" 

"Please, lets," I said, squealing as he scooped me up and carried me to his bathroom. 

Our shower consisted of giggles and wet kisses, whilst standing under the water hugging. Once we decided we wasted enough water, Sam wrapped his towel around the both of us, drying us off before we returned to our bedroom.

"What do you wanna wear?" he asked, wandering around in just his boxers.

"Just a shirt," I replied, as I dried my hair.

He bought me a pair of blue panties, and a shirt of his. It was a little big on me, but I smiled fondly at him after I put it on.

"We've got a couple of hours, lets get some sleep yeah?" I asked after we both climbed into his bed.

He hummed. "I love you, always remember that,"

I stroked his hair, while he rested his head on my chest. "I love you too, Sam,"

A/N:SHEEEEEEEESH that was a big one. I wrote this a couple months back but I forgot to publish it? Or wattpad unpublished it?? Who knows lmaooooo well anyway, I'm back bitchesssss.