𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒚 - 𝒔.𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓
❥ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 - you and sam have always had this unexplainable chemistry between each other, but ever since he came back from the cage he’s been acting weird.
❥ sam winchester x fem!reader, NSFW
❥ features: soulless sam, smut with some plot, s5 finale recap, heated moments, dom sam, unprotected sex, reader being shorter than sam, pet names, swearing, rough sex, kinks?, overstimulation, sam kinda manipulating you, cold ending.
❥ word count: 2,312
❥ a/n: i need people to put in my tag list so pls if u wanna be in it lmk! i haven’t posted in a while and i thought of this idea so yay. i fear as though i need to write a smut where reader and sam are actually dating cos so far all i’ve wrote is the opposite 💔 BUT ENJOY!
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Sam was never just a friend, you had this chemistry with eachother. Light flirting and teasing that never went anywhere, the extra mile you would both go to make sure the other was okay. You’d always get asked if you two were dating and every time you’d both just laugh and shake your head, he made you happy. Truly happy.
At least that’s how it was for you, you didn’t know how Sam felt.
It came down to the big finale, Lucifer using Sam as his vessel and Michael using Adam as his. You watched the entire scene happen from a distance: Castiel managing to buy some time with Micheal, Lucifer beating Dean to a pulp, Sam managing to gain control for long enough to jump into the cage and bringing Michael along with him.
And that was it. Sam was gone. You were heartbroken, truly. You thought you’d never see him again, never be able to tell you how you felt about him. You had honestly just sat and wallowed for weeks.
But then there was a knock at your door. It was Sam. It couldn’t be. He was in hell. You saw it.
But no, it really was him.
Except, not really.
Sam had been acting weird ever since he got back. Sleeping with random women, ruthless in hunting, cold and barely sleeping yet didn’t seem tired. But then again, he’d just been to hell so you didn’t except sunshine and rainbows shooting out his ass.
But it didn’t make it any less painful. You’d walked in on him so many times with different women each time, he’d been cold towards you and kinda mean. Going right for what would hurt you. But nonetheless you were patient. Just because he changed didn’t mean you had to.
You had just been interviewing some victs on the case you and Sam are working on, walking back to yours and Sam’s shared motel room. However just before you were about to open the door you could hear moaning and sheets rustling. It made you feel sick, he was with yet another woman. You didn’t exactly want that woman to be you, you just wanted him to stop fucking every woman in sight. So you say on a chair in the hallway, waiting until you could go back in.
Some time later the woman came out, she looked a little disheveled. You waited until she left before getting up and walking in, Sam had just pulled his shirt over his head. He saw you and smirked.
“Hey.” that tone. You couldn’t put a name to it, it was almost sultry yet had no emotion behind it. It was like it wasn’t the real Sam speaking.
You gave a polite nod, extending your arm to hand him some files you had in your hands.
“I interviewed the victs.” you tried to say as casually as you could. But you honestly thought you could be crying and Sam still wouldn’t blink an eyelid.
He took it from you and began reading your notes. Meanwhile your eyes scanned the room, seeing the sheets messy and the way the room still smelt of after-sex. It broke your heart. You turned around and went to the table and began checking your guns to distract yourself, trying to fight back the tears that threatened your eyes.
Sam didn’t have a soul, ofcourse you didn’t know, neither did Sam really. All he knew was he felt better than he ever did. But he still cared for you, not about you, but for you. In the sense of he’d patch you up after a hunt, make sure you weren’t in danger. But all of that was more of routine rather than the honest affection he once had for you.
“These are good, you found anything else out?” he asked as he put the files on the bedside table, waiting for your reply.
You shook your head. “Nope, everything’s there.”
Despite him not having a soul he wasn’t an idiot, he knew every emotion that was coming from you. It was just the case of whether he cared enough to actually deal with it. He approached you, you were facing away still.
“Smart girl like you… and that’s all you found?” his tone was almost condescending, but also questioning. Usually you’d find 10 times more information than you had done.
You froze as you felt his chest lightly brush against your back. Nodding. “Yep.” it was obvious you weren’t actually doing anything, you just kept looking at the guns.
He reached out, placing his hand over yours and moving your hand down to put the gun on the table. His touch wasn’t affectionate and warm like it once was, it was bitter.
“You can tell me anything, you know that right?”
You didn’t know how to react right now, what to say, what to do. None of it. He confused the hell out of you.
“Yeah…” your voice sounding more strained than you’d have liked.
He smirked at the strain in your voice and how tensed you were, he put a hand on your shoulder, slowly moving it down to your elbow and then back up. His touch sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to close your eyes for a moment to compose yourself.
“Talk to me…” he said quietly, but his tone wasn’t comforting. It was slightly disturbing.
You hesitated for a moment before finally telling him.
“You were with another woman… again…” you sounded kinda sheepish, you knew you had no place to speak on Sam’s sex life. You weren’t dating, you never had.
He hummed in response, continuing his light movement up and down your arm.
“That bother you, sweetheart?”
“A little…”
He smirked again. Loving the fact he was getting under your skin. He stepped a little closer, causing your thighs to hit the table and his chest press against your chest a little more.
“And whys that?” his quietness along with his touch was driving you insane, creating a heat in your stomach. You hesitated before speaking, your tone had lowered a little to match with his volume.
“Because I… i thought we had something.” you felt like a fool for believing that.
“We do.” he replied simply. You furrowed your eyebrows at that. You went to turn around to face him but he stopped you, placing his free hand on your waist.
“No.. it.” he paused. “It’s easier when i can’t see you…” there was that tone again, that slightly condescending, mocking tone which was also cold as fuck. You were quiet so he could speak.
He lightly ran his thumb across your waist, but again, the touch wasn’t comfort or affection. It was routine. Familiarity of how he knew he once was. He leaned in a little closer, his cheek grazing against the top of your head.
“God… of course we have something.” he paused. “No matter how many women i find myself in bed with… sigh… it’s always you who i’m picturing.”
You were in complete shock. You had wanted this for a while now, but it didn’t feel right. Because this didn’t feel like your Sammy.
He continued, tilting his head so his lips were closer to your ear.
“You’re my favourite toy baby…” he put a small kiss where your ear connected to your head. “I can always come to you…”
You swallowed, your breath catching in your throat. It was starting to get too much, his hands on you, the kiss, his voice.
“Sam I-“ he cut you off.
“Shh… no need to speak. I know what you want.” he was whispering in your ear now, so sensually you felt like you were gonna melt. “I can make you feel so good sweetheart… so good that you’re feeling me for days afterwards.”
He placed another kiss in the same place.
“Only if you let me.” his voice was smooth, gruff. Yet still quiet and gentle. But it was all a show, all a show to get you in bed. A part of you knew that, and a part of you didn’t care.
“I don’t… Sam I don’t know if that’s a good idea…” your voice and the way you were leaning into his touch was completely betraying your words. He chuckled lowly, the hand that was on your arm slid up to your neck. Gripping it with just enough force to make you look up at him.
“You sure about that?”
You were looking at him upside down, his eyes piercing through you. Your breathing getting more laboured by the second.
Fuck.
You shook your head.
A soft and hushed“Please…” escaped your mouth, you needed Sam. Badly.
He smirked before spinning you around and gripping your waist with both hands, his face so close to yours his nose was grazing against yours. He looked into your eyes, he could see how hungry you were for him but he could also see the slight hesitation. He sighed softly, moving one hand up to cup the side of your head.
“What’s the matter, honey? Scared..?”
You looked up at him, your eyes glowing with need. But there was also a small, barely even noticeable pout there. You shook your head.
“This… you don’t feel like the real you,” you paused. “You’re different.”
He nodded, he didn’t have the capability to get angry at you for saying that since he didn’t have a soul.
“You still wanna get fucked by me though… don’t you?”
Your breath caught in your throat, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him if you tried. You nodded, causing him to smirk.
“And I will… my pretty girl.”
He then picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he began to kiss you. There was nothing behind the kiss though, only a mission. And that mission was to fuck you. Not to make love.
He threw you down on the bed and began taking his clothes off. You lay there still for a moment until beginning to take your own clothes off, breathlessly. Once you’d both taken all your clothes off you let your eyes trail down his body, god he was huge. He took his dick in his hand and moved it across his length a few times before pushing your legs up until your knees hit your shoulders and hovering over you.
He began kissing you again, shoving his tongue down your throat causing you to moan. He was about to push inside you until you stopped him.
“Condom?” you said breathlessly, you’d noticed just in time he hadn’t put one on.
He smirked and chuckled lowly, leaning in to whisper in your ear.
“Thought you wanted the real me?”
You could’ve sworn your brain short circuited at that. You turned your head and joined your lips together. And then finally, he pushed inside your wet hole until his hips touched yours.
You arched your back and your eyes rolled back, moaning and gasping as he pushed inside.
“Oh my- fuckk!” you moaned out incoherently.
He groaned in your ear, you were so tight and wet for him. He began thrusting in you, going as deep as he possibly could.
You were already a mess, moaning his name like a fucking prayer. Your nails dug into his back so hard you were sure you’d make him bleed.
The pain added to the pleasure for him, he began going harder but keeping the same pace he always had done. He knew what he was doing, he knew how to please a woman. And that what you were, just another woman to please.
“You feel so good… fuck-“ he groaned into your ear, he wasn’t lying. You did feel insane to him. Your mouth was opened from moaning so he took the chance to stick two of his fingers in your mouth, swirling them around and causing you to gag a little. He then slid his hand down to your throbbing clit and began rubbing you in circles which made you clench around him.
It felt too good, you couldn’t even speak, couldn’t think straight. He was gonna make you cum. He looked down at you, seeing your sex face made him wanna fuck you even harder.
“Cmon.. cmon cum for me baby… i know you want to i can feel it.”
You followed his exact order, biting down on his shoulder as you finally came. He pulled out just in time before unloading on your stomach. Like stated, he wasn’t an idiot, he didn’t wanna have a pregnancy on his hands.
You were absolutely spent, you could still feel him. He’d left an indent inside you forever. You pushed yourself you a little so you were sat up, running two of your fingers across your stomach where his cum was before sucking on them same fingers, your eyes not daring to leave his.
He looked down at you, he smirked. It was odd. You were almost positive that would’ve turned him on enough for a second round. But it didn’t, he took your chin between his fingers and leaned in.
“Don’t be such a slut.” he said in a bitter whisper, putting his clothes back on.
Those words must’ve rang in your head a million times. You felt ashamed, embarrassed, disgusted. You’d just had sex with Sam knowing there was this coldness about him. You grabbed the sheets and wiped his load off you before putting your clothes back on, on the verge of tears.
Once you’d both put your clothes back on he went over to his laptop and sat at the table, he looked over at you, you were still sat on the edge of the bed. Looking slightly shell shocked.
“You just gonna sit there all day or you gonna help me?” he said coldly.
You hated him for this. He’d tricked you well into believing he actually gave a fuck. But he didn’t, to him you were just another toy. Which was very obvious now.
You stood and walked to sit facing him, looking through some books.
Pretending like nothing happened.
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i love soulless sam lowkey.
