ames' babbles — i'm back !! i was on a hiatus for a while n jus not using tumblr due to life and personal reasons 🙂↕️ i should be back though but no guarantees. love you babies mwuah
on another note, i was talking w my sam freak n she managed to give me sam ideas gulp. if this is icky i'm SORRY. i don't write for sam often if ever (which i've learned needs to obv change i apologize mls)
pairing sam winchester x fem!reader
wc 1.1k (1,108)
warnings smut, unprotected sex (wear a glove if u wanna show ur love), rough (?), sam has a size kink (canon), HES A MUNCH. ARGUE W THE WALL. soft!dom sam (big question mark?), pet names (baby, sweetheart, sweet girl), praise, i think thats it.. lmk if i forgot anything !!
the motel room door clicked shut behind you, and in the next breath, you were pinned.
sam didn’t say a word at first—just loomed over you with that hungry, low-lidded look, big hands planted on either side of your head against the door. the heat of him practically radiated through your clothes. he took his time looking at you, like he wasn’t sure whether to ruin you fast or slow.
“you got no idea what you do to me, do you?” he murmured finally, voice thick, dark with lust and barely contained restraint. “walking around all night acting innocent with those sweet little eyes—knowing damn well this is what you were asking for.”
your lips parted, ready to let out some snarky reply but he was already on you. his lips claimed yours—hot, needy—tongue slipping past yours with a growl low in his chest. his hands weren’t gentle anymore. they were everywhere—gripping, groping, owning. he pulled you closer, grinding against you so you could feel all of him.
he was hard already. you and sam had fucked enough to know that his girth and length was more than enough to at least disable your walking for a few days.
“you feel that, baby?” he whispered, teeth grazing your jaw as he rutted against you. “that's what you do to me. every fuckin' time.”
his hands found your thighs, lifting you effortlessly. you gasped as your back hit the door with a soft thud, legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. he kissed down your throat, your collarbone, tongue teasing just to hear the you made when he hit that sensitive spot beneath your ear.
“gonna stretch you out real slow,” he rasped, dragging his mouth along your skin. “make you take every fucking inch.” his voice was a filthy growl, full of promise. you shivered, your cunt clenching around nothing. “'s what you wanted right?”
he carried you to the bed like you weighed nothing—his broad chest pressing to yours, your fingers tangled in his long, wild hair. he dropped you on the sheets, then stood back just long enough to peel off his shirt, exposing that strong, scar-riddled body that still made you breathless every time.
“strip,” he said, voice like velvet and smoke. “wanna see you all spread out f'me.”
you obeyed insantly, heat pooling between your legs at how his gaze darkened with every inch of skin revealed. when you were naked, he stepped between your thighs, looking down at you like you were the most beautiful, sinful thing he’d ever lay his eyes on.
“you ready for me, sweetheart?” his hand gripped the base of his cock, and fuck, he was thick. long. already leaking pre at the tip already. “always take me so good. makes me lose my goddamn mind.”
a whimper escapes your throat unwillingly, lifting your hips in invitation, and he smirked— it was filthy. damn near pornographic.
he pulled you towards the edge of the bed, peppering kisses from ankle to thigh until he reached your sopping core, his hot breath ghosting over you, increasing your need for him.
his tongue worked you open, slow and thorough, like he was savoring every single reaction. he sucked your clit between his lips and groaned against you when you cried out, hands buried in his hair, thighs shaking.
“you taste so fucking sweet,” he growled, licking up everything you gave him. “could eat this sweet pussy for hours.”
when he finally pulled away, lips slick with your arousal, chin glistening in the dim lighting of the motel room, you were already wrecked—panting, legs trembling, chest heaving.
then he was looming over you again, his cock dragging through your soaked folds, teasing you both.
“look at how wet you are,” he murmured, kissing your lips, your cheek, your throat. “you're desperate for it, huh?”
“please, sam,” you nearly whimpered, your voice a hoarse whisper.
the groan he let out sounded almost painful—as if it hurt him more than anything to hear those words.
“gotta relax f'me, baby,” he said softly, pushing in just the tip. “you know 's a big stretch. don't wanna hurt y'sweet girl.”
the stretch was intense, as it always was. no matter how often, or how hard you'd fuck, nothing would compare to that slight burn from his thick cock. you mouth fell open into an 'o' as he eased deeper—slow, steady, giving you time to adjust. one hand cradled your thigh, the other stroking your side, grounding you.
“that's it,” he praised, voice breathless. “fuck, look at you taking it like a good girl. so tight. so good. god, this pussy was made f'me.”
when he bottomed out, you swore you could feel him in your throat. and from the way his eyes rolled back, he was just as wrecked.
“i swear," he pants, face burying into your neck. “i'll never get over this,” he whispered, kissing your jaw. “every time i get to have this pretty pussy… i swear, i think i lose a little more of my sanity.”
slow at first. deep, grinding thrusts that had your nails digging into his back. the drag of his cock against your walls was almost too much—too much stretch, too much pressure, too much pleasure.
“y'feel me in your belly, don’t you?” he teased, his hand moving to push on your belly gently, breath ragged as a deep groan tears from his throat. “such a good girl for me.”
you couldn’t even muster up an answer. you could hardly breathe. all you could do was cling to him as he fucked you harder, faster, rougher—the slap of skin on skin loud in the tiny room, your cries muffled against his mouth when his lips met yours, kissing you softly through it.
he brought a hand between your bodies, rubbing tight circles on your clit, his voice like a mantra in your ear.
“come on, sweet girl. gonna come f'me? wanna feel this tight pussy clench 'round me. feel you lose it.”
you couldn't take it, between his filthy words and the feeling of his cock kissing your cervix, you broke apart seconds later, shaking and whimpering his name, your body shuddering under him as he fucked you through it, relentless.
“fuck, yes—just like that,” he groaned, slamming into you one more time before he spilled inside you with a deep, guttural grunt. “fuck, baby…”
the comedown was slow and tender. he didn’t pull out right away, wanted to savour the moment—just kissed your neck and whispered how good you were, how tight and perfect, how good it feels to have his cock buried deep inside you.
“you ruin me,” he murmured, brushing sweaty hair from your face. “every fucking time.”
a/n — PRAYINGGGG. i did justice for my sam girlies here cause its been a hot minute since i've written anything for sammy
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