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The forest was big.
Brush and sticks and leaves threatened to trip you with every step — every sprint.
There was no telling what traps he had set if he set any, how well he knew these woods or where the hell he was, all you could hear was the distant sounds of large footsteps somewhere in the distance, slowly but surely hunting you down.
Sam had always been the better hunter, you were more of a sidekick but you still had your wits. He severely overpowered you in strength and endurance so you knew your best bet was to trying to outsmart him which wouldn’t exactly be easy either, given he made it to freaking Stanford at one point. He had given you a five minute head start about 10 minutes ago which you spent sprinting as far as you possibly could in different directions, only when you almost gassed yourself out did you try to find your next move. The trees were tall and mostly full but not completely since it was early fall, meaning there was a good amount of leaves on the ground but also a nice amount to hide you if you decided to take shelter in a tree, which you—
“Where are you sweetheart?! I know you went this way.”
—Needed to do very quickly.
There wasn’t a lot of leverage to climb on any of the trees around you and you could hear him getting closer, should you try and climb and hide or run and possible give yourself away from the sound?
You run.
Bad idea.
You sprint in a different direction and immediately know you’ve given your location away when you hear even louder rustling sounds closing the distance somewhere behind you, less than half a mile which isn’t actually as much as it sounds when it’s open forest. You need to get in a tree now.
You find the shortest one because it’s the least distance to climb, desperately pulling yourself up by the nearest branch you can reach and climbing as quickly as you can. Your palms and knees scream as the bark scrapes you up in all of your desperate climbing but you ignore it, pushing until you’re forced to stop climbing when the sounds of his footsteps grow close. Yards close.
You freeze. You’re about 10 feet above the ground, with Sam being 6’5 that leaves you three and a half feet above him as he slows to a walk.
You hold your breath, the sound of your own heartbeat in your ears so loud you’re sure he can hear it too. He’s about two trees away but you can see him clear as day. He’s close.
“Honey, I know you’re over here.”
He peeks behind a tree quickly, trying to catch you and squinting when you aren’t there. He looks around some more, walking slowly, like a predator circling its prey, sniffing you out. “I heard you stop running. Where’d you go? You hiding under some leaves? I don’t wanna step on you.” He gently kicks a pile of leaves below the tree next door. His tone is the same one he uses to calm you down when you’re having a panic attack or when you’ve just woken up from a nightmare, sweet and soothing like honey, you would almost believe it.
“You know i’d never hurt you.”
He’s
right
below
you.
You hold your breath. You watch as some damaged bark catches his eye, heart dropping as he follows the trail of broken off branches and chunks of bark scraped off all the way up to you.
You lock eyes.
He smiles — all teeth, predatory.
You jump out of the tree, falling and sprinting as fast as you can. He doesn’t give you the courtesy of a head start this time. He almost catches you the second you drop from the tree, grabbing your jacket from behind. Thank god you left it unzipped and let him pull it right off of you, sprinting away to which he quickly follows in chase. You’ve never run this fast — well, you have, but last time it was when you were getting chased by a werewolf — which you aren’t too far off from now with a man of Sam’s size.
You can feel your heartbeat in every part of your body, yes, every part. It was exhilarating.
You could hear him grunting, panting, his feet hitting the ground just a couple yards away and you knew some part of him was enjoying this too because if he really wanted to catch you he would have done it twenty feet ago. He would have no problem catching up to you, he was fucking massive. That man’s legs could close twice the distance yours could in a full sprint while he jogged.
You twist around trees, bushes, but eventually he gets bored of the game and you know it when you hear the distance he’s been maintaining close to five feet to one, then he’s on you. He grabs you by the hair and yanks you back, making you fall on your ass to which he quickly sits on top of you, straddling your waist.
You said you wouldn’t make it easy for him.
You sock him in the jaw and he barely flinches, grabbing you by the throat and lightly but firmly pushing your head down onto the forest floor which you know is going to leave a bruise.
“Shhh, shh-shh…” He coos (which would have been sweet and comforting if he hadn’t just given you a damn-near concussion), leaning down close until you can feel his breath on your jaw. He ruts his hips against you with a grunt. “It’s okay…” His grip on your throat tightens, pinning you down by the jugular. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me and i’ll let that punch slide, yeah?”
You don’t respond, grabbing a fist full of dirt and throwing it in his eyes. His grip on your throat loosens as his hands go to his eyes, yelling as he tries to rub it out and giving you the perfect chance to get your hands in those pretty brown locs and yank him off of you by it. You sprint again and your stunt had gained you a thirty second head-start before he gets up and pursuits you again.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” He growls out, this time he doesn’t entertain you with a safe distance to let you run. He closes the distance in less than a minute. He catches up to you and wraps his arms around your waist, trapping you before grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking you up by it, earning a cry before you’re shoved into a tree, bark scraping your face as he pins you between him and the wood.
When he growls into your ear again he’s dropped the faux nice act, this time clear anger which he’s never really spoken to you with before. “You stupid bitch,” He throws you away from the tree by the hair just to replace his hold at your belt where he yanks you to the forest floor. He’s on top of you again and this time you know better than to fight back when he uses one hand to keep your face buried in the dirt while the other slips under you to undo your belt. His dick is hard and firm and pressing right into your ass as he sits on you and you realize he’s probably been hard this whole time.
He’s pressing himself into your ass with multiple satisfied grunts, rutting against you as he throws your belt somewhere in the leaves before lifting his hips off you just enough to yank your pants down, his other hand shoving your face down into the earth harder to keep you there, earning a grunt of pain from you followed by tears.
He doesn’t realize you’re crying until he leans in again, this time you can feel his boner with more detail and know he’s pulled his jeans and boxers down just enough to free himself. He humps your rear slowly through your panties as he kisses your cheek, tender, gentle, in harsh contrast to the rough way he’s forcing you down. “It’s okay, you’re okay,” He whispers and this time you can tell he’s genuinely comforting you. You both established a safe word but Sam was still Sam — sweet, usually gentle Sam — he probably realized he was unaware of his own strength and still wanted to make sure you knew you were safe, that this was just play-pretend.
“I’m almost done with you,” He assures, comforting in his own perverted way. He pulls your underwear down and you writhe beneath him, still putting up some small fight to no avail as he lines himself up with a laugh. “You like this, you’re soaked.” He slides through your folds, humming in appreciation. He doesn’t give you a warning, doesn’t give you anything before he pushes inside you, splitting you open. It hurts — you cry out — he kisses it better with tiny tender pecks to your cheek where the tears fall. He moans as he bottoms out inside of you and wiggles a little bit. “God, you’re so much tighter when I take you like this. Does it hurt?”
"Ye—"
He thrusts, cutting you off with a yelp. The stretch feels more like a rip but the burn quickly fades into pleasure. He fucks into you hard and rough, hips meeting yours as he bottoms out every time, pulling all the way out and slamming in again. His weight on top of you is scary, you guys never really did doggy style because you liked being able to look at him, so with the situation plus the position and aggression he was using it made it feel a little too rape-y.
“Sam,” your voice waivers. Now you weren’t crying because of pain, it was fear.
He thrusts again, responding with gentle kisses to the back of your neck. “Just relax. You’re okay.” He tells you, and you trust him, because it’s just Sam.
He thrusts harder inside of you and despite it being a little too rough you just sit there and endure. It’ll be over soon. He won after all, you agreed to this.
You close your eyes and try not to think about how his teeth sink into your neck, or how the weight of him on top of you makes it hard to breath as each snap of his hips shoves you forward and his hand slides out of your hair to your shoulder, holding you in place. “..Atta girl…so tight…fuck..” He grunts out through clenched teeth. His thrusts turn shallow as he more so wiggles inside of you, his tip pushing into your cervix. He thrusts with his whole body in slow rocks to enjoy the feeling of being fully sunken into your warm, too tight pussy. His thrusts pick back up again and he moans out, shoving your face further down into the dirt. “You’re so tight…taking me so good..
The leaves absorb your tears as you finally stop crying, finally having convinced your brain that this was okay, that you could enjoy this. You moan at his next thrust, back arching as he quickens his pace once hearing that you’re enjoying yourself. He ruts into you in an animalistic way that fits the scenario perfectly, being taken on the forest floor after running for your life, and that familiar warm coil slowly builds up inside of you. “Sam,” you whine.
His chin rests on your shoulder, nose buried in the side of your neck. “Shhh…shut up…” His hips snap forward again and he groans, his pace faltering as he gets closer. “Gonna cum inside you…” He states and it’s obvious you don’t have a say in the matter. It’s fine. He knows you love it.
He thrusts hard and fast, each one hurting from how rough he’s being as he makes it clear that this time, you don’t get to feel good. This is his reward — you know he’ll make it up to you later anyways. He cums inside you with a broken moan, biting your neck hard enough to leave a bruise. “..fuck… there ya go…take it..” he thrusts until he’s fully rode out his orgasm, hips twitching until he’s given you every drop, his tip pushing into your womb as he fills you up.
He stays buried inside you for a minute, breathing hard down your neck until he slowly props himself up on his forearms to take some of his weight off you before pulling out, his seed dripping out of you onto the forest floor.
He tucks some hair behind your ear and pulls your panties back up aswell as your pants, his touch now gentle as he grabs you by the ribs and helps you sit up, moving to kneel beside you. “Hey sweetheart,” he half-whispers. “You okay?”
You nod, sniffling and very roughed up but mostly fine. “Yeah.” you whimper. He pulls you against his chest and then up into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he picks you up, one hand under your ass to hold you up and the other gently cradling the back of your head to his chest. “Cmon. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He presses a kiss to your cheek as he heads back in the direction of the bunker. “If I can find our way back. Was I too rough?”
You shake your head. “I told you to be.”
He sighs. “Yeah, I know. Still shouldn’t have been so rough with you. That was too much.”
You move to rest your chin on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m fine, I promise. I know you’ll make it up to me.”
He presses a kiss into your hair. “Damn right. When we get back i’ll run you a nice bath and then we can order whatever you want, watch a movie, then i’ll go down on you til my jaw hurts. How’s that sound sweetheart?”
You giggle, “Perfect.”