summary: things heat up when you and sam are left in the motel to do research…
pairing: sam winchester x reader
tags: smut, oral sex (fem receiving), porn no plot, p in v sex, unprotected sex, 18+
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Sam had been researching the local lore of a small town in Nebraska whose local men kept turning up in the woods, ripped to shreds. You offered to help him do research, of course (you’d do just about anything if it meant making sam’s life easier - after all, you had been crushing on him big time for months). You ended up spending the better part of a day rifling through old newspaper clippings and lore books whilst dean was out interviewing witnesses. Brushing up on your ancient latin wasn’t exactly your idea of fun but you sat and read until the words on the page blurred in your vision.
Glancing over at your research companion, what little concentration you had left was utterly destroyed. He sat across from you at the small motel desk, broad shoulders tensed as he focused on reading. You couldn’t help but notice the toned muscle of his arms, marbled with veins reminiscent of a greek sculpture.
His long legs stretched out under the table, jeans hugging him just right. You gulped a little at the sight. It was unfair how distractingly hot he was, and it was unfair how well he treated you. He always offered you his hoodie to use when you napped in the back of the impala, how he’d check on after a long hunt, listening to your feelings intently, or worse, when he would wrap an arm around your shoulders completely oblivious to the fact that the contact was making your stomach fo olympic level gymnastics.
You drove yourself crazy thinking about him: every inside joke you shared, the hugs that lingered just a beat too long, the smiles- warm and sincere and just for you. You secretly prayed that each of his actions held some deeper meaning, some unspoken confession.
Standing from the bed you stretched your arms above your head trying to keep yourself from dying of boredom and tilted your head to the side, looking him up and down not so subtly.
“you’re staring” he remarked, not even looking up from his page.
“Uh-huh…well you can’t blame me when I got such a great view” you responded fuelled by a sudden wave of boldness. If he didn’t feel the same then he would simply see your comment as a joke…right?
He paused, “what did you just say?” his voice was a little too serious and his eyes narrowed in your direction, sending tendrils of electricity down your spine.
shit. you mentally kicked yourself for even opening your mouth in the first place.
“uh..” you falter, almost losing the mindlessly horny courage that got you into this conversation.
But then you saw it- the muscle in his jaw ticking as he tried to maintain his composure, his knuckles white as he clenched his fists on the table.
It took you a minute and then the realisation hit you like a train.
He remained still, working his jaw as if it was possible to bite back the desire clearly coursing through him.
“Say it again” his voice barely above a whisper. There was an almost whiny breathlessness in his voice as he spoke. It was a plea - not a demand.
He stood from his chair and closed the space between you in two strides. He gazed down, towering above you, over a head taller.
You sucked in a breath, your eyes never leaving his as you spoke “I said… that you’re real easy on the eyes Sammy“ he flushed at the nickname coming from your mouth. It affected him far more than he wanted to admit. He swallowed hard, lowering his face so it was only inches from yours and suddenly it felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out the room. His hot breath fanned against your face and you couldn’t help but imagine closing the distance between your mouths.
“do you want this?“ he spoke, his voice breaking through the series of lewd images flashing in your mind. You frowned in disbelief. you had wanted this- wanted him since the moment you met but the two of you had never gotten together for reasons you could never quite put your finger on.
You nodded, not trusting that your voice wouldn’t betray you in the moment. He took the sign of approval gladly slamming his lips into yours, moaning into your mouth softly. The kiss was messy- all spit and teeth, months of unspoken feelings finally brought to the surface.
He swiped his tongue against your lower lip, asking for entrance which you gladly gave, parting your lips to let his tongue roam your mouth. You tangled one of your hands in his hair and dragged the other down his torso, getting dangerously closer to his straining jeans. He groaned, large hands flexing on your hips as you hooked your fingers into his waistband, pulling his body impossibly closer.
His hands traveled to the hem of your shirt and you broke the kiss for a moment to yank it over your head. He snaked his arms around your middle and lifted you effortlessly, moving towards the bed. Your legs clamped around his waist instinctively, chasing any friction you could create between your bodies.
He lowered you onto the thin mattress, his lean frame caging your body, hands coming to rest either side of your head. He pressed hot, open mouthed kisses down your jaw and across your chest nipping at your pulse, eliciting a gasp from the back of your throat. His hands wandered further down your torso, he unbuttoned your jeans teasingly slow as if he had all the time in the world and you raised your hips so he could pull them off.
He leant back, kneeling on the edge of the bed to pull off his shirt, revealing the taut muscles underneath.
You had seen him shirtless before, changing after a hunt, usually coated in blood and mud and god knows what else but this felt different - this was just for you. His hands were calloused, leaving your skin tingling as he ran them over your thighs. The way his abs dipped into a V shape that disappeared below his jeans made heat pool in your abdomen.
He settled lower on the bed, peppering kisses on your inner thigh while playing with the fabric of your panties between his fingers.
“can I?” the way he was looking up at you from in between your legs, patiently waiting for your answer made you feel dizzy. You couldn’t agree fast enough. You mindlessly arched into him as his mouth latched onto your already soaked pussy but he splayed one palm across your torso to hold you in place as he began to eat you out.
He switched between licking long stripes and swirling his tongue around your clit, grazing it with his teeth every so often. Soon your thighs were shaking as you felt yourself tipping closer to the edge. He continued nose bumping your clit as his tongue moved relentlessly, letting your moans spur him on. Waves of pleasure crashed over you and you came hard, the coil in your belly snapping making the edges of your vision blur. Your hands flew to sam’s shoulders trying to ground yourself. He helped you ride out the orgasm, drinking down your release.
He wiped away the remains of your arousal from his chin with the back of his hand. “you ok?” he asked, his soft brown eyes were filled with uncertainty, desperate for approval.
you nodded lazily, a satisfied smile on your face. “wow sam. That was incredible” you spoke as you came down from the high, your breathing still jagged. He smiled at the praise, blushing slightly and you brushed away the strands of hair that fell over his forehead, resting your hand on his cheek. He shut his eyes, swallowing a whimper and leaned into your soft touch, pressing a kiss to your wrist.
Your other hand traveled down to undo his belt buckle, biting your lower lip playfully.
He smirked, replying to your gesture. “oh, i’m nowhere near done” he promised, helping you to remove his jeans, quickly followed by his boxers.
He was impressive, big and already painfully hard, leaking with need.
Lining himself up, he raised his brows- a silent question - then pushed himself into your entrance when you answered with a nod of your head. He waited a moment to give you a moment to adjust to his size, then he began to move, his hands splayed on your hips, your foreheads pressed together, your breathing laboured.
It was slow at first - intimate. You gasped with each thrust, savouring each roll of his hips. One of his hands moved to rest on your thigh, gently guiding your hips to move you in sync with him while the other gripped the headboard above you.
He sped up, changing his angle slightly so he could pump into you even deeper, making your eyes roll back into your skull as he slammed your g spot. He kissed you passionately and desperately, like a man starved.
“m’not gonna last much longer” he admitted, his rhythm becoming sloppier as he got closer to finishing. “mhm- please, honey I-“ he cut himself off with a whiny moan. Your eyes snapped to meet his as you realised he was waiting for your approval. You waited a moment, a little cruel, watching him writhe with need.
You gave a look of approval, whispering his name and he came undone, spilling into you with a satisfied grunt.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, keeping him buried inside you for a minute more.
“hey” he nudged your nose with his own, earning a smile.
“hi” you paused “y’know we should really back to that research” you teased, eying up the stack of papers abandoned on the desk. Sam grinned, shutting your remark down with a kiss.
You hummed in agreement pulling him by the neck for another kiss. Yeah, the lore could definitely wait.
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