Warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex, handjob, some language
A/N: My first Sammy fic! Hope it’s good. Feeback is always welcome and appreciated. :)
You held back a groan of absolute dread while the bed dipped down as Sam Winchester joined you. In any other situation, this sleeping arrangement would be ideal -- and you preferably wouldn't have been sleeping. Unfortunately, this had nothing to do with the fantasies of Sam you kept locked away in your mind (where, hopefully, no one would ever find out about them). There was only one bed in the dingey motel room the Winchesters and yourself had managed to scrape from the bottom of the barrel and use as base camp for this hunt. Dean had taken the Jack, Cas, and Baby to the next town over to do some research, leaving you with the younger Winchester and very little room left on the mattress you now had to share. This also meant that for the next few hours, you would be getting no sleep, however, not for the reasons you had secretly wished for.
Clearing his throat, Sam tried to get comfortable while attempting to give you as much space as possible. You awkwardly settled in next to him, trying to ignore the unavoidable physical contact of his warm body next to yours. When you finally stopped fidgeting, Sam leaned over and reached for the bedside lamp. "G'night," he mused.
A small click and you were plunged into the darkness. The neon motel sign blinked behind the flimsy blinds, and you tried to keep your breathing steady so to not alert your bunk-mate to the ongoing war between your head, your heart, and your libido. You shut your eyes tight made an effort to think of anything other than the man lying next to you. Slowly, you started to drift off to the sound of his light snoring, sleep and exhaustion from the day pulling you away.
Your thoughts muddled as your dreams took over. It wasn't unusual for you to dream about Sam, your fantasies taking over as you imagined what his lips would feel like against yours, hands in each others hair and roaming one another's bodies. It was no secret that Sam was incredibly well built, and it drove you crazy thinking about how good he must be in bed. Your dream grew more and more steamy and sensual as you pictured him on top of you. Fantasy-Sam had Fantasy-Y/N panting and moaning his name.
"Y/N... Y/N," the sound of your name falling from his lips was music to your ears. "Y/N..." However, something felt a little off. Like your name came out as more of an urgent question than an expression of pleasure. "Y/N?" This time his voice came much more clearly, and you were ripped from your blissful haze. The motel room was dimly lit by the now aglow bedside lamp. Two strong hands shook you lightly awake.
"Huh?"
"Y/N?" he asked as he peered over you. "You okay?"
"Uh," you answered shakily. Your face felt hot as you avoided his hazel eyes, hoping you weren't blushing. "Ye-- yeah. I'm fine. Why?" Awkward.
"You were talking in your sleep."
'Damn it,' you thought to yourself. "Really? Wha-- what did I say, exactly?"
"Well, at first you we're just kinda groaning a lot... and then... it kinda sounded like..." He scratched his jaw absentmindedly, "It sounded like you were saying my name."
'Shit.'
"I mean, if I didn't know you any better, I would've sworn you were having a sex dream..." he added, shaking his head. "About... me."
He turned back to face you and you severely wished you could become invisible. You were positive that your face had turned a deep shade of red. Recognition and surprise crossed Sam's face and his jaw dropped open.
"Holy shit, Y/N. Were you dreaming about me?" You nodded silently. "Do you, I mean, how long... Do you dream about that a lot?"
"Oh my god," you muttered back. You threw your hands over your face in embarrassment. "You were so not supposed to find out like this. Or, ya' know, ever."
He laughed lightly and gently pulled your hands from your face. "Y/N, you don't have to be embarrassed. It's not like you're the only one who imagines that kind of thing. Hell, I've wondered..." he trailed off.
"You've wondered?" Now it was your jaw that dropped open. "You've imagined... me... in bed?" It took you a moment to wrap your brain around the situation. Sam Winchester had the hots for you, the same way you had the hots for him. "Is the dream-me any good," you joked rhetorically.
"Oh, yeah." That was not what you expected. It was only then that you finally looked up and saw the lust burn in his eyes. His demeanor changed from awkward to sensual in a snap, and damn it was hot. "Can I ask you something?" His voice had deepened from before.
"Uh huh."
"What exactly did you picture me doing?"
The question came out as a rough whisper, and your mouth went dry as you stared at him with disbelief. "What?"
"When you were dreaming about me, what exactly did you imagine me doing to you? I wanna know. I want to try it," he continued as he leaned towards you. "I want to make you moan and beg like you were before I woke you up."
Your dream had already made you slicken with desire, but now you were close to soaking yourself at the sound of his words. You never thought you and Sam would actually be together in real life. In fact, until a couple of minutes ago, you didn't think he thought of you in that way. You had become practically giddy now that you knew the truth, and hornier than ever knowing he wanted to fuck you. He wanted to do the things you had dreamed him doing.
You took a shaky breath. "At first," you started quietly, "you just started to kiss me. Lips," you said, licking your own. "Then neck... then further and further down." Your fingers started to unbutton the oversized button-down you'd chosen for bed, but not removing it.
Sam moved closer, his eyes asking for permission before touching you. You nodded and in an instant, his lips met yours. After a few moments of passion upon your mouth, his lips traveled to your jaw, nipping it lightly. He peppered kisses down your skin, reaching your neck, your collarbone, and finally your chest. His hands pushed your shirt off your shoulders and discarded it. He leaned back for a moment to examine your breasts with admiration. Before you could say anything, his mouth was on you. Lips and teeth sucked and nibbled at the mounds of flesh. You arched your back as the first moan erupted form you. You hummed at the sensation. He released one of your nipples with a small 'pop,' and you whined as he retreated.
"What happened next?"
It took you a moment to regain focus. "Next you took off your shirt," and he did. "Then... you trailed off, suddenly a bit shy about the forthcoming part of your fantasy. "Then you started to... well... eat me out," you blushed.
Sam didn't hesitate and he was back in you again -- his lips finding their way lower until reaching the hem of your shorts. Hooking his finger into your panties, he pulled both garments agawy in a single movement.
"Fuck, baby. You are dripping." He took two fingers and gathered some of your juices and brought them to his mouth. A moan, sweeter than you ever imagined left him as he cleaned you off his digits. Leaning down again, he spread your legs apart and kissed his way across your thighs.
You could feel a the hot coil of arousal in the pit of your stomach as he continued his ministrations. His hot breath across your wetness made you shiver in anticipation. With one long, tantalizing lick up the center, a moan more erotic than you thought yourself possible escaped and sent Sam into a firey frenzy. No warning or preparation could have prepared you for how quickly his mouth attacked your lower lips, and your hands went into his hair. You involuntarily pushed his head closer as your thighs closed around his head. With strong, calloused hands, he pinned your legs down for easier access; hungrily devouring you.
Sam's tounge flicked away at your throbbing clit, moving faster than you thought humanly possible. You shrieked as your legs shook as the pulsing orgasm tore through you. Sam's mouth was relentless on your soaking pussy; licking, sucking, slurping. He moaned at the taste of you in his mouth, sending delicious vibrations onto your oversensitive womanhood. Before you knew it, you were cumming yet agian, even before you had ridden out your last wave of pleasure. You gasped for breath between your wanton sounds of satisfaction.
Sam crawled back up your body as you recovered. He let out a small chuckle before his lips found yours in a deep kiss. "Anything like your dreams?"
"Better," you managed.
"What happened next?"
"Well," you said, sitting up on your elbows, "that's about as far as I got before you woke me up." You smiled as an idea came to mind. "Although... you did say that you've wondered..."
A slow grin spread across Sam's face. "And you wanna know what I've dreamed about?"
"It's only fair," you replied, placing another kiss on his lips.
"Mmm... I guess that means I have to pick one. You're kinda hard not to think about -- but only if you're up for it."
"Anything you want."
Two strong arms wrapped around your body and pulled you ontop of him as he sat upright. He leaned back just enough to look you straight in the eyes, his own burning with lust. "I want you to ride me."
A sharp breath escaped your throat and you nodded slowly before crashing your lips back into his. The kiss was all fire, tongue, and teeth, the heat in your stomach building up again in anticipation. You pulled away, a dissapointed noise coming from Sam from the lack of contact. You hurriedly reached for his flannel pajama bottoms, where a visible tent had been pitched. Even through the fabric blocking you, you could tell Sam was big.
"It's not really fair that I'm the only one naked here," you said coyley, helping him remove the last bits of his clothing. Suddenly, there he was, completely stripped in front of you. You were right: he was huge, bigger than you thought. You're mouth watered a bit at the sight. You licked your hand, and reached for his member. A deep groan left his mouth as his head fell back and you began to stroke him. A bit of precum weeped from the tip of his cock and you slowly used your thumb to spread it around.
"Baby," Sam heaved, grabbing your hand, "you keep doing that and I'm not gonna last much longer." He pulled you back into his lap. "I wanna feel you around me," he said, his eyes dark. "Now." His hands found your hips and lifted you up before readying you above his hard cock. A noise you didn't know you were capable of making came from deep within you as he entered you. He just felt so good. He gave you a few moments to adjust to his size before lifting you up again and plunging back into you.
"Ho-- holy sh-- shit, Sam," you cried as his cock entered you over and over again, "Don't-- don't stop. Please, please." Your hands found his neck and you held on for dear life as he continued to fuck into you relentlessly. You ass slapped against his thighs as you bounced up and down. You had never felt a burn so good as your third orgasm of the night approached. "Sam! Sam! Sam! Sam!" His name came out as a desperate prayer. "I'm almost there," you managed, "oh-- oh my g-- god... Yes! Yes!"
"I'm right there with you, Y/N," he huffed, biting down on your neck. The sounds coming from Sam were practically animalistic. Each noise he made spurred you on, rocking your hips in time with his thrusts. The pressure in you burst and your pussy clenched around him, spasming through one of the most intense orgasms you'd ever had. Sam's hips continued snapping up to meet yours as you rode him through your orgasm.
"Come on, Sam-- I wanna feel you cum--" you barely managed to whimper into his ear. A filthy moan came from him as he slowed, his orgasm rippling through him. He help you tighter to his body and crashed his lips into yours once again. You rolled your hips slowly as he rode out his orgasm, your lips never leaving each other's.
Finally, you parted, if only for the necessity of air. Climbing off of Sam, you collapsed onto the matress next to him. You were both panting like you had run a ten mile marathon, and you were sure you'd be sore later.
"Anything like your dreams?"
Sam chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you. "Better," he grinned. "You know, we should share a bed more often," he said, placing a kiss on your shoulder.
Summary: Dean and Reader are working a vampire case. When Dean decides to go in alone, things go a little differently than planned.
Word Count: 5204
Warnings: Swearing. Because I’m a fucking lady. Vampire gore and killing. Being tied up. Smut. Again, lady. Fingering. P in V sex.
A/N: This is for @luci-in-trenchcoats 2k Follower Challange. My prompt was “Wanna try that again like you mean it?”, which is bolded in the fic. Beta’d by the ever lovely @wheresthekillswitch. Thanks for helping me make what I had even better! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.
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“Dammit, Dean, answer your phone.” You’re starting to get worried now.
This is the fourth time you’ve called him, and when his voice comes over the line telling you to leave a message, it’s the fourth time you’ve had to swallow down the fear so it doesn’t come through in your voice. “You were supposed to just watch him, Winchester. If you’ve gotten yourself into trouble again, so help me God, you’re going to pay.”
You end the call, tapping your phone against your palm as you try to think. You suck a breath in through your nose, hold it for 5 seconds, then release it. You need to clear your head, figure out your next step. He’s got the Impala, of course, so if you plan on finding the him you’re going to have to borrow a car for a bit. You grab your leather jacket off the chair back, swinging it over your shoulders, shoving your hands through the sleeves as you grab your room key and head for the door. You check your phone one more time before sliding it into your pocket, shutting the door behind you as you scan the parking lot of the motel, eyes squinted to the bright mid-day sun.
There aren’t many cars parked in the poorly paved lot, and the ones that are there aren’t ones you want to trouble yourself with. You jog over to the diner across the street, eyes hopping from one car to the next until you spot a nondescript compact sitting in the back row. Yahtzee.
It’s old enough you shouldn’t have to worry about a security system but still looks like it should get you where you’re going without worrying that it’s going to break down. You walk to the car with purpose, looking for all the world like you own it. You slow as you near, hand automatically reaching out to try the handle. It always amazes you how many people just leave their vehicles unlocked in these small towns. You curl your fingers under the handle and give a tug, and sure enough, the door opens right up. With a smirk, you slide in to hotwire it and get your ass moving.
me, meeting a new lesbian for the first time & trying to make conversation: so… do you remember where you were when you found out Natasha Lyonne was straight?
12.07 | Reasons I love Sam: [ 17/∞ ]:
↳ Against Lucifer himself, he held out long enough to allow everyone to escape. On a less profound note, though: that jacket, and Sam’s torso.
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