Hiiiii could you write some Sam Winchester fluffy smut with a fem reader? Like she’s self conscious because she has acne and thinks that Sam would never want her but her but he does and proves it.
Sorry if this request is weird! I just thought I’d send one in since you were asking
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ! ᴍᴅɴɪ 18+ ⋆. 𐙚 ˚
Thinking about boyfriendAU!Sam Winchester getting on his knees for his girlfriend, whenever she feels insecure!
Warnings: Almost none! insecurities, oral sex, emotional topics maybe?
| The motel room was quiet, except for the occasional typing of Sam's long fingers against the keyboard of his laptop. He was researching, while you stood in the narrow bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror.
Undeniably pretty. Or at least in Sam's eyes. Not yours.
You looked at your reflection, watching your face closely, when tears pool up in your eyes. It’s not your fault. None of this is. And yet, you can’t help but pick at your acne, making your face look redder, puffier, and even bleed on a few spots. It was going to leave marks.
Just as you felt like the world was dawning on you, Sam heard you sniffling. Tall and broad frame appearing behind you, as you looked at your reflection, his hands on your hips, grounding you.
"Baby, what did you do? What’s wrong? Hey, you’re bleeding—" He whispered soothingly, yet his tone carried worry. He spun you around, wanting to face you, as he ran his thumbs under your teary eyes.
"I don’t know— I just.. I wish I didn’t look like this— I.. I’ve tried everything.. You probably think I‘m weird, right? Gross?" You’d remember what other said about you before.
'Have you tried washing your face?' Assholes.
"What are you saying, sweetheart? No— of course, not. You’re the prettiest girl I know.." Sam soothed, as he wrapped his arms around you, comfortingly rubbing your back, letting you hide your face against him, as he pressed kisses against the top of your head.
"You’re lying— You are, Sam! I don’t look good—" You sob against him.
And that’s when he decides to take matters into his own hands.
He picked you up, gently helping you wrap your legs around his waist, while he carried you over to the bed, and laid you down as carefully as he could.
Sam Winchester, the 6'4 tall man, dropped to his knees in front of you, and gently lifted your shirt, in order to press kisses to your stomach.
"Sammy, what are you doing..?" You’d ask, before he began unzipping your jeans, pulling them down to reveal your lace panties.
"Shh, don’t worry. I’ll show you just how much I love you, baby. This okay, right.?" He cooed, leaning down to press another kiss right against your clothed pussy, his nose nudging your clit deliciously. You nod.
Gently, he pulled them off of you, revealing your glistening cunt. He took his time, carefully kissing over your inner thighs, parting them, as he dipped his head between them, and dragged his flattened tongue along your cunt.
Slowly, he began lapping at your arousal, his eyes fluttering shut, as he let out filthy groans and almost whines that vibrated through your body.
"Oh— Sammy..!" You moan, as your hand came down to slightly tug on his shaggy hair, only spurring him on to eat you out even better.
"Mm.. baby, you’re so pretty. Best pussy I’ve ever had. Let me see you, sweetheart, don’t hide.." Sam praised you, as he began inserting two of his thick fingers into your weeping hole, curling them just at your g spot, hard enough to make your back arch off the bed.
"Ah—" Your voice echoed through the run down motel room.
"Good girl, taking it so well, baby.. Let me worship this pretty body. Let me see your pretty face, when you come.. Use my face, baby.." Sam reassured you, his puppy eyes looking at you as if you were the center of his entire world.
His fingers thrusted in and out of your cunt with gentleness yet incredible precision, as he sucked and lapped at your puffy clit, giving you mind blowing pleasure.
When you felt your orgasm approach, your thighs clamped around his head, as your fingers dug into his scalp. Not harshly, just like a massage.
He kneaded your hips and thighs, as he sped up a little, his hips slightly grinding against the frame of the bed, when he got lost in your taste. This man honestly got off on getting you off..
You came with such intense pleasure that you swore you saw stars for a moment, your body tensing as you rode out the waves of your orgasm, before eventually relaxing.
Sam could finally breathe, as your legs loosened around his head again.. but he looked happier than ever, as he watched your fucked out expression and the way frustration and insecurity had slowly left your body.
He pressed a final kiss to your clit, before looking up, arousal dripping from his chin and coating his lips and the tip of his sharp nose.
"Love you, pretty girl.." He told you, as he leaned over your body again and buried his face against your shoulder, just quietly laying with you and making you feel appreciated and loved.
In his eyes, you were the prettiest. Acne didn’t change that.
‹𝟹 Writer's note: This was absolutely lovely to write, as I have struggled with it too! Don’t ever apologize! This request wasn’t weird at all and I hope you like it<3 Just know that your acne doesn’t define you and you’re pretty no matter what! If you guys have any other requests or ideas, lmk! xoxo —ℳ ‹𝟹
