❥ sam winchester x fem!reader
CW: virgin reader, unprotected p in v, soft dom sam, innocent reader.
You were used to not seeing Sam for days, months even.
Begging him multiple times asking him to take you with them on hunts always ended up the same way. No. But sometimes, when you begged too much and Sam was tired of denying you, he’d play with your ‘pretty little head’, as he liked to say.
“Please, I’ll be okay, I know how to defend myself” you begged, chin resting on his hard chest as you used the kind of puppy eyes that always got to him.
“You know I can’t let you come with us,” he said, voice soft, thumb tracing your cheek sweetly. “You’re my sweet girl and I can’t let you get corrupted like that”.
“But I want to be with you..” you pressed him impossibly closer against you, hoping that would make him stay. “Pretty please?”.
He sighed, brows furrowing with that familiar expression you recognized as his focused face; his warm breath brushed some hairs away from your forehead.
“Here’s what we’ll do, ‘kay?” his hazel eyes locked on your face, thumbs now holding both cheeks. “I have a lead on this case,” he started, and that already made you pout. One of his thumbs quickly pressed against your puffy lips as he shook his head, baby hairs falling on his forehead. “We’ll go — Dean and I — get that done, and then I’m all yours for the weekend”.
You hesitated, shiny eyes staring up at him, chin pressing against his chest a little harder as his words wandered through your head. And he didn’t push you — he just waited patiently for your response, long fingers playing with your hair. He knew what he was doing.
After that, things always went down the same way for you two.
Sam treated you like you were a delicate doll — his own delicate doll. He’d carefully place a hand on your waist from behind, guiding you back towards his hard body, kissing the soft skin on your neck, making you melt. Then he’d kiss you, one hand holding your jaw delicately, the other resting on your hip; never lower. Tongue gently tracing your lower lip until you opened up for him, always so obedient.
This weekend, you wanted to try something different. You wanted to take things to the next level.
Sam knew you were still a virgin. You could tell he treated you like a porcelain doll because, to his eyes, you were pure — purer than the angels he was used to see almost every day.
You were going to change that. You wanted to change that.
A knock on your door. Hard enough to startle you; soft enough to let you know it was him.
He walked into your apartment like he owned the place, hands immediately reaching out for you, his little dolly.
“Hi sweetheart,” rough palms cupped your face, almost covering it completely. “I’m sorry, I know it’s late..”
Sam opened his mouth to say something else, but he stopped midway. He knew that look on your face, you were thinking, thinking a little too much.
“What is it, baby?” his hands pushed your chin up, making you look at him.
You didn’t even hesitate, “I want you to fuck me”.
As soon as that filthy unfamiliar word left your lips, you felt embarrassed. Heat rushing up to your cheeks, tinting them a pink color.
“Shh,” Sam’s index finger rested on over your sassy little mouth. He had noticed the pink color of your cheeks, and the way your feet kept anxiously tapping against the ground. “I won’t fuck you, I’ll make love to you, yeah?”
You nodded your head slowly. Eyes staring at him like he was about to explain the meaning of life to you.
Without another word, he led you both to your bed. He sat down first, pushing you into his lap.
You looked at him like a deer caught in headlights, waiting for his next movement. That made him smile.
His big hand circled your head again, resting on the back of it, bringing you closer to press your lips together. His free hand slid down your oversized shirt, cupping your breasts — gently pinching your nipples until they were hard enough to notice through the thin fabric that still covered your chest.
You whimpered against his mouth, and that made him feral.
An unfamiliar tingle between your legs made you push your thighs together, desperate to ease that feeling. Sam stopped, looked down at your exposed legs, then back at you again. “Are you tingling, angel?”.
And just like that, your cheeks were hot again, your thighs pressed even harder.
“It’s okay,” his hand were on your back as he soothed you, lying you down on the soft mattress. “I’ll help you with that”.
Knees firm on each side of you, he got rid of his flannel, exposing his toned body — that made you tingle, again.
Then he unzipped his jeans, unbuttoned, slid them off along with his boxers. Sam’s cock was already hard, flushed, and leaking something unfamiliar to you from the tip.
You stared at him, wide eyed. The heat building up between your legs was almost unbearable now, and you wanted him to ease it, now.
“Please..” those words escaped your lips before you even realized you were begging for something you weren’t sure about.
Sam just nodded, once, and rolled the oversized shirt you were wearing all the way up, until it was off your body. The only thing covering you now, were your panties, which had a visibly big wet patch right in the center.
“Beautiful.” he whispered.
His head dropped to your chest. Tongue darting out to taste your nipples, teeth dragging along the soft skin to make you arch your back against him.
His hard, warm cock pressed into your inner thigh as he sucked on your nipples. You were too aware, and it made you beg even more.
“Sammy, please…” you tried, eyes watery from the sucking session — he seemed to be enjoying the sweet sound you made a little too much.
You didn’t need to say any other word. His hands were on your hips in a second, disposing of your panties, exposing your wet pussy, and he could almost cry at how perfect and completely untouched you were.
A string of his own saliva coated his large cock, and he stroked it twice before positioning it right at your entrance; one leg resting on his hip to keep you open.
“It will hurt a little, yeah?” he spoke softly, prepping you with the swollen tip. “You need to take it like a big girl, can you do that baby?”.
“Yes, yes please,” you nodded, feeling butterflies in your stomach.
The first push was slow, gentle. Hazel eyes watching over you to check how much you could take. You were so incredibly tight he let out a pornographic moan. Your nails dug into his arms, mouth open, back arched.
“That’s it, princess,” Sam grunted as he searched for one of your hands, intertwining fingers, holding them down right next to both of you as he kept pushing in.
The feeling of him, thick and hot filling you up had your eyes rolling back and your whole body trembling with anticipation. It’s true that it wasn’t a pleasant feeling at first, but he was patient and he was making you feel so good.
You cried, just enough for him to catch it, and his thumb gently caressed your hand as his hips stilled.
“You’re doing so good,” he breathed out, leaning in to kiss your cheek, careful not to move another inch until you were comfortable. “Taking me so well,” he continued. “Breathe, baby”.
The stretch was almost too much, but you nodded your head, you obeyed, focusing on your breathing.
“Keep going, please,” you whispered, both legs wrapping around his waist now.
Before resuming his movements, Sam held both of your hands above your head, his thumbs caressing you as his hips pulled back before going back in, until he bottomed out and started again; trying find a rhythm.
The obscene squelch your pussy made every time he pushed back in, was making you dizzy, making you want more and more.
One of his hands let go of yours, running all the way down your body until it rested on your clit, rubbing it in tune with his thrusts, making you almost scream in ecstasy. You felt as if you were in heaven.
“You gonna cum for me, doll?” he whispered, audible enough for you to hear. “Let me fill you up?”
“Yes, yes sam please,” you cried out, desperate, free hand flying down to his shoulder, clinging onto him as your lower belly started to burn an you felt like you were about to explode.
Your body tensed, kept still as you let go, clenching hard around his cock, milking him dry by just making that involuntary movement.
He laid down next to you, wrapping an arm around your sweaty body, bringing you closer to kiss your forehead.
“Rest now, angel,” he mumbled, “You were perfect”.