Smoker's Kiss
Summary: Reader catches Sam smoking weed in the library of the bunker and wants a taste 🤭😜
Pairings: Sam Winchester x Reader
Warning: 18+ (do NOT read if you are underage), smut, fingering, oral, unprotected sex (wrap it up kiddos!), choking, hair pulling, smoking
Word Count: *shrugs* Wrote this on my phone, so, no idea 🤷 Enjoy!
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Rain poured in sheets against the heavy concrete of the bunker. Only one side was exposed, so really it was just the ironclad door that was saturated. The sound was faint, like a slow beating drum. The tables in the main part of the library were scattered with books, papers, laptops and day old coffee cups that were constantly on refill status.
I sighed heavily, tossing my pen down and running my fingers through my hair. I rarely wore it down but after my earlier shower I just let it be. My eyes burned from researching and I looked over at Dean. He was leaning back in his chair, boots crossed at the ankle on the table, arms crossed at the chest and his head was slanted off to one side. His light snoring filled the quiet of the library. I chuckled and it was then I noticed Sam was nowhere to be found.
Sam...my gentle, fierce, giant. His 6'4 easily towered over my 5'7 frame, making me feel small, dainty even. Large hands, gorgeous hair that I envied and kissable as hell lips. I was not only infatuated with him but I was deeply in love with him. Almost obsessively but I hid it well. Even from Dean, surprisingly. That man never missed a beat or detail.
I got up from the table to search for Sam but not before gently placing my blanket over my sleeping best friend and placed a kiss to his temple. My exposed arms and legs from my tank top and pyjama shorts made goosebumps appear on my skin but I didn't care. Room after room was empty as I walked the halls -- no Sam. I started to get worried so out of immense curiosity, I tried the dungeon. The boys mainly used it for interrogation purposes for Crowley, Rowena and anyone else they saw fit and practically forbid me to ever go down here. Dean would have a stroke if he knew I was snooping around down here and Sam would be furious.
I grabbed the latch on the door, sliding back the heavy lock and poked my head through the door.
"Sam?", I called softly. I stepped the rest of the way through, the door shutting hard behind me. I jumped slightly at the sound. I took a few steps forward before stopping when I came in contact with a very interesting smell. Weed.
What. The. Fuck.
Venturing down the isles, I noticed a cloud of smoke coming from between the last set of bookshelves. I rounded the corner, seeing Sam leaning against the wall, head tipped back with his eyes closed as he took a drag from the joint between his fingers. He let out another breath of smoke. His long hair brushed the tops of his shoulders that were encased in a tight grey v-neck shirt that his muscles were straining against. I shifted my weight, pressing my thighs together as liquid heat pooled into the thin pyjama shorts I wore.
"Sam", I stated, letting my presence be known. Sam finally glanced over at me and his eyes narrowed.
"The fuck, Y/N. You can't be down here. Dean will skin you alive", he replied, looking over my head to make sure I was alone. I raised my eyes to him in defiance.
"Look, you over grown Beowulf. I couldn't find you and I got worried. Sue me for giving a fuck. As for Dean, his ass is passed out in the library", I explained, crossing my arms in front of my breasts. The gesture didn't go unnoticed by Sam and his eyes dropped. I inwardly smirked.
"You've got a filthy mouth on you, Y/N and an attitude to go along with it", Sam stated, taking another hit. I had never seen anything sexier in my life than Sam smoking. I wanted to climb him like a tree and never come down. But I was the 'kid sister' so to speak. He never once looked at me the way I do him. I mean, how could he not see?
"Maybe you should fuck the attitude out of me", I muttered before turning on my heel to leave. I blinked. Next thing I knew, I was pressed against the bookshelf, Sam's thigh between my own, pressing against my dripping core and one of his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. The other hand was placed gently but firmly around my neck. I glanced up at him through my lashes and almost gasped at the look on his face. His lips were slightly parted, chest heaving lightly, eyes dilated to almost full black. I could barely see the kaleidescope of hazel.
"Don't. Don't try my patience, Y/N. I'll put you in your fucking place", Sam's voice low and domineering. It was a rare sound and I closed my eyes at the shivers it brought. Sam chuckled, noticing my resolve cracking. "Ahhh. There it is. That's what you want, isn't it, darlin'?". His light drawl drew me in farther as I was all but riding his muscular thigh. I whimpered. Jesus Christ I was a goddamn mess.
"Sam...please...", I whispered, begging him to do something. Anything. I was growing wetter. My hips were moving faster against him, trying to ease the tension. I needed to come so bad I could taste it. Sam tilted his head to the side, regarding me and smirked.
"My, my what pretty sounds you make...", Sam trailed. He released the hand from around my waist to gently take the joint he placed on the shelf above me. I watched in awe as he brought it to his lips before inhaling a healthy amount. His eyes sparkled knowingly and he lowered his lips to mine, exhaling the smoke into my mouth. I inhaled, feeling the burn in my lungs from the smoke but I didn't care. I ran a hand up his chest to grab a handful of his shirt and the other snaked into his hair at the nape of his neck, holding him tighter to me. His lips moved over mine, and I moaned, lifting a leg to wrap around his hip and push him closer to me.
Sam lifted his head and smirked down at me. My grip on his hip tightened, feeling the very prominent bulge of his denim clad cock pressing into my core. "Gimme another shotgun", I pleaded. Sam raised an amused eyebrow but complied, taking the joint in hand again.
"Open those pretty lips, baby", he smiled, inhaling once again. I willingly complied, letting him take over my body and mind. Breathing in the smoke and Sam was life. Like air. Like food. Sam placed the joint down before looking down at me.
"Are you going to do something or just stare at me?", I asked, finding my voice. His eyes narrowed again.
"You just sealed your fate, princess. That smart mouth is going to get you fucked and I'll hold nothing back", Sam replied, raking his hand into my hair before tugging my head back to expose the column of my throat. I could feel his fingers trailing between the cheeks of my ass. No doubt he could feel my slick. It was everywhere. Sam lowered his lips to my neck, trailing open mouthed kisses from my collarbone back to my jaw, stopping at the spot just below my ear and without warning he but down and sucked as two of his long, thick fingers shoved inside my aching pussy to the knuckle, curling against my g-spot. I screamed out as my orgasm hit me, my leg squeezing his hip and pulling at his hair. Sam released my neck and smiled.
"You're so beautiful when you come, Y/N. Look at you. Dripping all over my fingers. I wonder how well you'll take my cock. This pussy is so goddamn tight. Fuck...", he whispered against my skin. His fingers started to thrust gently and I whimpered at the sensitivity. Suddenly he removed his fingers, bring them to lips. He closed his eyes and hummed.
"God, you taste good. Spread those pretty thighs for me...", Sam said before lowering to his knees. He pushed my shorts to my hips before the fell to my ankles. Sam threw my leg over his shoulder before spreading me open with his thumbs and feasting on me like it was his last meal. His tongue flicked my clit as he shoved two fingers inside me again, my walls clamping down. I threw my head back against the shelf as my hands grabbed handfuls of his auburn hair.
"Sam, please... you're gonna make me come again", I moaned, squeezing his head with my thighs. Sam stood to his full height before stripping himself of his jeans. He tapped my thighs and I jumped, wrapping both legs around his waist. I could feel his cock between us, standing large and thick against his stomach. He was much bigger than any man I've ever seen. He was easily as big a round as my wrist.
"Move up a little for me, honey", Sam ordered gently. The movement put me at matching height to him until I lowered myself, impaling my pussy onto his weeping cock. I screamed. I couldn't help it. His thick girth and length stretched and split me open in ways I never had. My release washed over his cock, dripped from his balls that were drawn tight to his body and full of boiling, hot come. "Christ, Y/N. Look at you gushing all over me and I only have half my cock in you". My eyes flew open, meeting his lust blown orbs. Half?!
Sam lifted me at the waist before slamming me down on his cock, filling me to the hilt. My legs wrapped tighter around his waist and before I could scream again, his lips sealed themselves over mine, his tongue thrusting past my lips. My hands tangled tighter in his hair as I moved myself up and down on him. My whimpers and moans were getting louder. Sam tore his lips from mine to brace us with one arm against the bookshelf as his other hand slapped over my mouth to quiet the sounds I was making. No doubt if Dean walked by he'd think I was being tortured. It was almost comical trying to picture the look on his face.
Sam's thrusts pulled me out of my thoughts. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet squelching sound of his cock shuttling in and out of my dripping cunt was deafening. I screamed against his hand as Sam crouched slightly, his cock spearing against my g-spot and then hitting my cervix. My walls clamped down, the motion causing him to tip his head back to all but roar out his release. I could feel him behind my navel as he pumped rope after thick rope of cum into my aching womb. His heavy cock pulsed and throbbed inside me as he fully emptied himself before lowering us to the ground. I collapsed on top of him, our chests heaving to catch our breath.
Sam ran his hands along my arms gently, the gesture causing hot tears to fill my vision. I pushed myself reluctantly off his body and reached for my shorts to put them back on. Sam's hand suddenly shot around my wrist to stop me. Crouched and turned away from him, my shoulders shook slightly as hot tears trailed down my cheeks. Sam only fucked me because he was high. Not because he really wanted me and I couldn't bare to look at him. He pulled on my wrist to get my attention, moving the curtain of my hair that was shielding my face from him to tuck behind my ear. I looked at him fully, pouring my love for him through my eyes and tears, hoping he would catch on.
"Y/N...why are you crying, honey? Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry if I did. Are you okay? Jesus Christ, I'm sorry, baby. Please talk to me", Sam rambled. He pulled me into his lap and I threw my arms around his neck and cried as he rocked us slowly. He pulled me back to look at me, wiping my tears with his thumbs.
"I'm sorry, Sam. I shouldn't have taken advantage of you while you were high. I wanted this...more than anything but I needed you to be sober. You had to be in your right mind for this to happen", I said, not looking at him. He lifted my chin gently so I'd meet his eyes.
"Why? Tell me, pretty girl", he whispered. I looked at him as he held my face in his hands, concern written all over his face.
"I'm in love with you, Sam. Dangerously. I follow you everywhere. Come to your room at night when I have a bad dream. Sit next to you at the kitchen table or in the library. I stay up late to help you research. I wear one of your shirts to bed. I do everything for you and you don't even--", I explained but was cutoff by Sam crashing his lips to mine in a kiss that stole my breath. His hold on me tightened. All of a sudden there was a loud hammering sound from the door of the dungeon, causing us to break away from each other.
"ARE YOU GUYS DONE FUCKING LIKE BANSHEES YET?!", Dean's voice yelled from behind the door.
I fell into an uncontrollable fit of giggles as Sam smiled down at me.
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