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✶ you attempt a prank on dean—wiping off his kisses—until his pouting is too much for you to bear.
002. WARNINGS !
✶ really old tiktok trend & a lot of kissing.
word count : 1,4k
gif by @alliecathayes
You had been sprawled across Dean’s bed, lazily scrolling through TikTok while he was downstairs preparing breakfast, courtesy of Tucker’s cooking and Dean’s determination to steal half of it before anyone else could.
You barely paid attention to most of the videos until one caught your eye. It was of a girl wiping off her boyfriend’s kisses. The poor guy got more offended with every attempt, eventually following her around the room demanding affection like a neglected golden retriever.
Which, honestly, reminded you a little too much of Dean.
Especially the pout he got whenever he thought you were ignoring him.
So, much to your unsuspecting boyfriend’s future dismay, you decided you would be wiping off every kiss he tried to give you. It would be fun to see just how long you could keep the prank going.
A few minutes later, Dean came back upstairs, opening the door before quickly closing it behind him again. A habit your previously exhibitionist boyfriend had been forced to learn after his roommates walked in on the two of you in compromising positions one too many times, and you finally refused to endure the embarrassment anymore.
He walked in carrying two cups of coffee carefully balanced on a tray alongside eggs, fruit, and toast.
“Breakfast is served, m’lady,” he announced, setting the tray down on the bed before giving an exaggerated bow afterward.
You let out a snort, grabbing your coffee.
Dean sat down beside you, leaning over to grab a piece of toast and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek in the process. Casually, you scratched at the spot and wiped the kiss away.
For a brief moment, you thought Dean hadn’t noticed. Then he frowned and pressed another kiss to the same spot.
Just like before, you rubbed it off.
He let out an offended gasp, staring at you like you had personally betrayed him, but begrudgingly let it slide. Still, he sighed dramatically while chewing on his toast and eggs, already beginning to pout.
“Are you going to the gym with Garrett later?” You asked after a moment of silence, chewing on a strawberry.
Your boyfriend only hummed in response, quietly eating his breakfast.
“Okay…” you dragged out, an amused smile tugging at your lips at the sight of his puppy eyes, like you’d just insulted his entire bloodline. “Is there something on my face?”
You already knew there was. You could feel the strawberry juice dripping from the corner of your mouth.
It was practically catnip for Dean. He immediately leaned forward, pressing a tentative kiss to the spot, his lips brushing yours for a second before ultimately settling at the corner of your mouth instead.
The moment he leaned away, you rubbed at the spot and simply said, “Oh, thank you.”
You caught the way his lips parted in pure disbelief, and had to fight to keep your laughter from spilling out.
This time, Dean’s response to what he clearly considered a personal betrayal was far more aggressive.
He kissed you properly, lips parting against yours, warm and insistent enough that for a brief moment you considered throwing the prank out the window altogether and spending the rest of the day hidden away in his bedroom.
But instead, you leaned back and aggressively smudged at your lips, watching his entire face twist in horror.
“Did I get all the juice?” You asked innocently, still rubbing at your mouth and the skin around it.
“Why are you doing that?” Dean asked, sounding genuinely baffled.
“Doing what?” You finally stopped rubbing.
“You’re wiping off my kisses,” he whined. “Did I do something?”
“Dean, I’m not doing anything,” you said sweetly, smiling at him. “Just don’t want strawberry all over my face, you know?”
He held your gaze for a few long seconds before standing from the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.
For a moment, guilt crept in. If Dean had pulled this prank on you, it would’ve earned him at least a few hours of the silent treatment.
But you were too far in now. You had to see it through.
Or maybe just until he left for the gym.
While your boyfriend sulked in the bathroom, you pulled on a pair, and then headed downstairs, deciding to wash the plates and mugs. Tucker had cooked breakfast, after all. It was the least you could do.
A few minutes later, Dean came downstairs with damp hair and a pair of low-hanging sleep pants slung dangerously low on his hips.
This was undoubtedly payback for your antics.
You kept washing dishes when he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“Done messing around?” He murmured against your ear, the deep timbre of his voice making a shiver run through you.
“I didn’t do anything.”
You turned your head to look at him, and his eyes immediately dropped from yours to your mouth. A second later, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.
You didn’t react right away.
Only once you turned back toward the sink did you bring up your driest hand and wipe the kiss away.
“There!” Dean grabbed your waist, spinning you around to glare at you. “You did it again!”
“What did she do again?” Logan asked as he strolled into the kitchen, eyes darting between the two of you.
“She’s wiping off my kisses!” Dean accused.
As if to prove his point, he grabbed your face with both hands and planted a firm kiss right on your mouth.
A second later, you leaned forward and rubbed your lips against his bare chest.
“Okay, didn’t need to see all that…” Logan muttered before setting his dirty mug on the counter and immediately leaving the kitchen again.
“Seriously, do I have some disease I don’t know about, or do you just not want me kissing you anymore?” He asked, his voice sounding more genuinely hurt this time.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You continued drying off the now clean plates.
“If you say so,” he mumbled with a sigh.
You watched as he leaned forward like he was about to kiss your cheek, only to stop himself at the last second.
That was your final straw. There was no way you were making it all the way until he left for the gym.
“Dean, wait.” You quickly set the towel and plate down on the counter.
“Hm?” He turned around, leaning against the wall separating the kitchen from the living room.
“Come here.”
“Why?” He huffed. “So you can disrespect my kisses again?”
“I’m sorry,” you said, walking over and grabbing his hands to pull him away from the wall.
“Go on,” Dean replied, though there was already a hint of smugness creeping into his tone.
“I saw a prank on TikTok,” you admitted. “I thought it’d be funny to try it on you.”
“I guess I forgive you.” He rolled his eyes, though you could already see the smile tugging at his lips. “But never do it again. I’ll have you know my kisses are a very hot commodity.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Yeah, I think half of Briar knows that.”
“Just half?” He joked, though the grin quickly faltered at the murderous look you sent him.
“I’m about to do worse than wipe off your kisses,” you grumbled.
Dean let out a soft laugh before pulling you closer, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. It was so featherlight it almost tickled.
Then you slid a hand into the hair at the nape of his neck and tugged him back in, kissing him hard enough to make him groan against your mouth.
His hand settled against your lower back before slowly trailing down until he gave your ass a firm squeeze.
You smirked against his lips, slowly lifting a hand toward your mouth again, but Dean immediately caught your wrist before you could do anything.
“Don’t you dare,” he growled, pinning both of your hands in one of his before kissing you again.
Then he lifted you into his arms, your legs instinctively locking around his waist as he carried you upstairs. After kicking his bedroom door shut behind him, he tossed you onto the bed before crawling over you, pressing hot kisses along your neck until his lips finally brushed against yours again.
And as he tugged your—technically his—shirt over your head, you couldn’t help but think smugly that if all pranks ended like this, you’d definitely be pulling a lot more of them in the future.
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a/n. Can’t say much, this is just how you and Dean roll. (You can go make some request if you want! <3)
warnings & tags. Established relationship. Headcanon. Petnames. No use of y/n. Kissing. English isn’t my first language. masterlist
❪ ⭑ ❫ Everyone thought they knew every side of Dean Di Laurentis, or at least his closest friends and family did, but they all had to take it back once they realized there was a completely unknown side of him. The side of Dean Di Laurentis in love.
❪ ⭑ ❫ At first, he thought it wouldn’t be obvious, but let’s be honest, since when did Dean Di Laurentis ever come home alone with a smile bigger than usual? Definitely since he met you.
❪ ⭑ ❫ It was impossible for Dean not to want you by his side every single day. From going together to Briar University every morning, to having you at every one of his hockey games.
❪ ⭑ ❫ He introduces you to everyone as “my girl” even in situations where it’s absolutely unnecessary. Delivery guy? “Thanks, man, my girl’s starving” Random freshman asking for directions? “Yeah, my girl and I can show you” Someone complimenting your outfit? “Yeah, my girlfriend has great taste” Nobody asked him if you were his girlfriend, but he’ll say it anyway with a big smile that could feel almost fake.
❪ ⭑ ❫ How could anyone forget the day you decided to play a small prank on Dean by wearing the team jersey with John Logan’s name on it. You had never seen Dean so serious in your life, in fact, you didn’t think anyone could look that serious. It’s also impossible to forget how he tossed the jersey aside, took off the one he was wearing, and put it on you without listening to a single word. “I could actually throw away every single one of his jersey’s if I ever see you again with one” he said that day rolling his eyes, but a smile appeared when he saw you smiling.
❪ ⭑ ❫ Dean is always there for you, so when it came to chasing your dreams, he was the one sitting in the front row, watching you with a smile that gave you confidence and made you feel safe.
❪ ⭑ ❫ You probably don’t know anyone more intense than Dean when it comes to hair caresses. It became a habit that every time you were lying down together, he’d rest his head on your chest and you had to run your fingers through his hair. It was impossible to stop until he was fully asleep, because otherwise a confused whisper like “Baby, don’t stop” followed with a pout.
❪ ⭑ ❫ You had never stepped foot on a rink in your life until Dean decided it would be fun. However, after several falls and endless teasing from the blond, he decided it was better to stay home watching your favorite movies, even though neither of you were actually watching the TV.
❪ ⭑ ❫ Dean is definitely not a morning person, but he becomes one if it means waking up with you tangled in his arms. He’ll bury his face in your neck, your head resting on his arm, and the other one on your waist pushing you against him, then mumble something like “Five more minutes, babe” and refuse to let you go even if you’re already an hour late. It was totally normal now to arrive late to places thanks to his bad habits and your lack of strength to refuse.
❪ ⭑ ❫ He pretends he doesn’t care when you steal his hoodies, but the truth is he loves it. He’ll tease you about hiding them, but the moment he sees you in your apartment wearing one, he gets that smug little grin that gives him away. Let’s not even talk about how he bites his lower lip and looks you up and down every time you show up at the University with one of his hoddies.
❪ ⭑ ❫ Dean isn’t subtle at all when it comes to PDA. If you’re out with friends, he’ll sit behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, rest his chin on your head (thanks to the height difference), and kiss your cheek every few minutes. Tucker calls it “gross” but Dean just flips him off, completely ignoring him.
❪ ⭑ ❫ After every game, even if he wins or loses, he searches for you first. The second he spots you, his whole expression softens in a way only you ever get to see, because he only feels this safe with you. He pulls you into his arms being all sweaty and catching his breath, to then bury his face in your neck for a moment longer than necessary, like he needs it to keep going. His voice always drops a little when he whispers “Thank you for coming, baby. I love you”
: ̗̀➛ "maybe you should have listened to your friends when they warned you. Now you're living one of his lies… and you won't be able to get out of it."
: ̗̀➛ contains: dark quinn, lies, manipulation, getting inside your head, masturbation, no p in v, fingering, ejaculating in your mouth without warning, possessive thoughts, a slight mention to isolating yourself from your friends.
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when you started living with Quinn, a couple of people tried to warn you about his behavior, as if you didn't know him, or as if they saw a version of your best friend completely different from the one you know. They called him a villain, a manipulator, a liar. They warned you to be careful because he looks at you like he wants to break you. And that caused you to fight with all of them, because the Quinn you know has always been attentive, protective, and sweet. You always laugh with him and feel better after tough days.
he was always the first one there for you, even without you having to say a word, almost as if he already knew everything. You feel like you owe him your life, that you would do anything to see him happy, which is why you accepted without hesitation when he asked you to move in with him, saying that he felt lonely, a little sad about not having someone to be there with him.
you gave up everything for him because to you, no one deserves it more than Quinn. So he knows he has you wrapped around his finger, ready to do anything, like you're his sweet little doll who'll say yes to everything.
it took him months, but he finally managed to get inside your head, and once he knew everything you were capable of, he started using you, from small things to moving with him, and even then he didn't stop. He kept learning about you, spying, stalking, finding out everything about you in ways you don't need to know, because he knows it would scare you.
that's how he put together his plan to take the relationship to the next level: with something that would change everything, that would open a door you could no longer close.
so, that day he came home a little late, with a pained expression, slightly bent over, limping, clutching his bag as if his life depended on it, immediately catching your attention.
you rushed to him, trying to help him walk, leading him to the couch and sitting down beside him immediately. You missed the small smile that flickered across his face for a couple of seconds, a smile he couldn't suppress when he saw you so worried. It breaks your heart to see him in this state, so hurt.
"what happened to you?" you asked softly, caressing his chest, feeling his body relax a little. That's when he began to explain about this supposed accident he'd suffered during practice, where a puck had hit him in his "intimate zone," the very day he'd forgotten his protective gear, causing him to leave early and go to the team doc, requiring immediate medical attention.
you listened, glancing down at his lap when you saw him place his hand there, caressing where you knew his bulge was, causing a slight burning sensation in your neck from the embarrassment of looking there. That's why you looked at him again, noticing that he was already looking at you, while he continued talking, giving you medical terms that you don't know, but that you assume are real, and that sound very worrying.
you asked him how he got home, and he replied briefly, saying that Boldy had offered to bring him without much trouble, even helping him out of the car and walking him to the entrance. That made you smile a little, because it makes you feel better to know that there are still people who see him as a good person, helping him when you're not there.
"and what do you have to do now? are you gonna play tomorrow?" you asked, still touching his chest. He had an answer for that too, saying that he would have to miss a game to finish recovering; doctor's orders. That made you nod, although you thought it was a short time considering all the medical terms he'd just mentioned.
then he started talking about medication, about painkillers. But he said that it wouldn't be enough, that the doc had suggested an even more effective option, but that he was embarrassed, so he would try to ignore it and stick with just the pills, which made you frown, a little annoyed that he hadn't considered a better option.
“Quinn, if they gave you a better option, you have to leave the embarrassment behind,” you scolded him, watching him lower his head slightly, feigning shame, which led you to place a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at you. “What is it?” you asked, in a soft tone.
he sighed, trying to look anywhere but at you, and began to speak. Apparently, the injury could cause knots to form inside him, and that would hurt quite a bit. These can't be dissolved with medication, so the only way to avoid them is with massages. Now, because of the area, these massages have to be on his dick, but the doctor had told him that he might not be able to do it himself, since the pain wouldn't let him continue.
you feel your face burning just from understanding what he's saying, but an alarm inside you tells you it's your duty to help him, just as he's helped you so many times, regardless of the embarrassment, because he's your best friend, the best person you know, and he doesn't deserve for you to turn your back on him like this. You couldn't.
so you react impulsively, standing up from your seat, kneeling between his legs, swallowing with some difficulty. “Show me what i have to do,” you say, looking at him firmly, even though inside you're melting.
he looks at you with feigned surprise, trying to deny it, but you stop him, telling him you want to help.
that's when he lowers his pants, freeing his cock, since he had to take off his underwear after what happened, to avoid putting too much pressure on it. And you see it, a little hard, swollen, with its veins and a little reddish. And you wonder if that's normal, if it's supposed to look so… big, even when it's not fully erect.
that makes you feel nervous, frozen. You know technically what you have to do, but you've never tried it before, so you look at him, lost in thought. He smiles slightly, taking one of your hands and guiding it to his cock, which you grasp gently, listening to his sigh, making you think it hurts, which causes you to stop squeezing it completely.
he tries to reassure you, reminding you not to stop. That once you start, you have to go all the way. So you squeeze it again a little, feeling how heavy it is.
“first you gotta…” he began, his hand on top of yours, moving it up and down, showing you how. You followed, feeling it throb beneath your hand, more intensely as you moved faster. “Just like that,” he sighed, tilting his head back for a moment before looking at you again. “You can play with the tip; that will help it not hurt so much,” he instructed, and you did as he said, feeling it get harder and swollen, and watching as the tip began to glisten and become wet.
you looked at him, trying to learn, feeling a strange urge to put it in your mouth, as if a magnet were drawing you in. So you waited until he closed his eyes, moving your hand while you left a small lick on the tip, watching as he suddenly opened his eyes, staring at you with dilated pupils.
“do that again,” he ordered, to which you nodded, doing it once more, with a little more confidence, watching as he clenched his jaw, his hand now moving to your hair, pulling you closer to his cock. That made you smile, believing you were doing a good job, so you continued, daring to lick its entire length, from base to tip, making it easier to masturbate him, wet as he was.
and you moved quickly, squeezing just enough, seeing how much he was enjoying it. And that made you feel something, like a strong heat in your belly, which traveled down to your pussy. You felt her panties start to get sticky, and you tried to get rid of that sensation by rubbing yourself against the floor, stimulating your pussy and making you moan against Quinn's cock.
“fuck,” he moaned, tightening his grip on your hair, which only made you whimper more. “Put it in your mouth,” he ordered, and you obeyed immediately, slowly sliding his cock into your mouth until it touched the bottom, causing you to gag slightly.
it feels heavy on your tongue; hot, but something inside you doesn't want it to leave your mouth, so you start moving your head up and down, swallowing it, masturbating what won't fit in, while you keep moving your hips, rubbing yourself desperately against the floor, trying to find some relief in your pussy, which is now dripping, wetting your thighs and the wood, under Quinn's eyes, who looks at you like you're prey, his next meal.
he feels in control, like everything is going according to plan, and that makes him feel powerful, so he lets you continue, trying not to thrust into your mouth, listening to your little gags as you try to swallow as much as you can, feeling addicted to its taste, to its weight.
you wanna have him inside you all the time, hearing him moan your name, in such a vulnerable state that it makes him look even more beautiful. God, if you had known this before, you would have done it a thousand times.
does he look the same when he masturbates alone? did he do it in this house? with you here?
you imagine him, running his hand over his cock. The same hand he has in your hair now. Squeezing it like you do, while he moans your name and thinks about you. That makes you move faster, making Quinn feel the need to come.
and he thought about it, about whether he should warn you, but you look so beautiful that he doesn't want to interrupt you. He doesn't want you to think. So he just comes in your mouth, while you swallow it all desperately, whimpering, drool running down your chin until you pull his cock out of your mouth, breathing heavily, trying to calm your racing heart, having to cough a little because you choked.
and he looks at you with loving eyes, caressing your cheek, making you look at him, your eyes filled with tears and a shy smile on your face. “Thank you, baby,” he smiled at you, leaning in to give you a little kiss on the lips, surprising you, making you melt inside, with a new but beautiful feeling.
and from that moment on, you couldn't pull away, you couldn't stop. Every time you felt the urge, you reached out and touched his bulge, making him smile, under the excuse of wanting to help him, wanting to be good to him, so he wouldn't feel pain anymore.
you become more skilled, moving your head to the rhythm he likes, while one of your hands massages his balls and your drool runs down his base. It's almost obscene, but you discovered you like it, and there's nothing better than hearing the sweet sounds he makes.
but it gets even better when you try it again in his bed, when you were sitting next to him and decided to lie face down beside his cock, leaving your ass exposed, which he began to caress while you swallowed its entire length, making you moan, needing his attention. Until he touched your pussy for the first time, giving you your reward for being such a good girl. So innocent, so willing to help him, expecting nothing in return, yet still receiving your prize.
his fingers slide into your cunt, opening your walls as you swallowed everything he had to give you, being a mess of moans thanks to him. Getting more and more cockdrunk. Dependent.
you don't think you can let him go when he has to go back to the games. You need him. So much that you can't even think about his injury anymore. You need to do it all the time. Feel him.
you don't know why, but this became an addiction. Just what everyone warned you about. But you couldn't care less, because you're enjoying it, and Quinn? he knows you're his now, that there's no going back, so he'll make sure to break down every barrier in your mind. Fuck you stupid until you can't think straight anymore. Until you can't tear yourself away from him.
Sam x soft spoken reader? Just thinking of him leaning down during a conversation just to hear better and not thinking anything odd of it, while reader is just scrambling to get their words out without stuttering while their eyes flick anywhere but him lol. And maybe when they have sex they aren’t as vocal but then Sam coaxes it out of them? Love your stuff!!
⋆｡ ˚ the quiet ones break the loudest
summary ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ you’ve always been soft-spoken, especially around sam—stumbling over words when he leans in close to hear you, eyes darting away—until he finally shows you how vocal you can.
pairing ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ sam winchester x reader ( f )
wordcount ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ 1012 genre ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ smut!!
warnings ˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ explicit sexual content, soft-spoken/shy reader, size difference, gentle dom!sam vibes, coaxing/encouragement, praise kink, voice kink (sam coaxing sounds out of quiet reader), p in v, emotional intimacy
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The library in the bunker is dim, just the desk lamp and the faint glow from Sam’s laptop screen. You’re tucked into the corner armchair with a lore book open on your lap, legs folded under you, voice barely above a whisper as you read him the passage about the djinn variant you’re hunting.
Sam’s sitting on the floor in front of you—back against the ottoman, long legs stretched out—head tilted back so he can look up at you while you talk.
He’s close. Too close.
His shoulder brushes your knee every time he shifts.
You get to the part about the venom dosage and your voice drops even lower, automatic, like you’re afraid of disturbing the silence.
He turns fully toward you then. Leans in. His face is suddenly inches from yours—ear tilted toward your mouth so he can catch every murmured word. His hair brushes your cheek. You smell cedar and coffee and the faint trace of gun oil on his skin.
Your sentence dies halfway.
“…and the—the antidote needs to uhm be administered within—” You swallow. Blink fast. Eyes flick to his mouth, then the bookshelf behind him, then the ceiling. Anywhere but the warm hazel staring at you like you’re the only thing in the room. “Within, um. Forty minutes.”
Sam doesn’t move back. Just stays there, patient, waiting for the rest.
You try again. “It—it has to be—” Your voice cracks. Tiny. Barely audible.
He smiles—small, soft, the kind that makes your stomach flip—and murmurs, “You can talk quieter. I’ll hear you.”
That’s the problem. You know he will.
You nod jerkily. Finish the sentence in fragments. He nods along, serious, focused, like this is normal. Like leaning in so close your breaths mingle is just practical.
It’s not practical.
It’s devastating.
Later—hours later, after the hunt’s done, after showers and takeout and the kind of bone-deep exhaustion that makes everything feel slow—the motel room is dark except for the bathroom light you left on. One bed. Always one bed lately.
You’re already under the covers when Sam climbs in behind you. Big spoon by default. His chest presses to your back, arm sliding around your waist, hand splaying wide over your stomach.
He kisses the nape of your neck. Soft. Once. Then again.
You shiver.
“Still thinking about that djinn?” he asks, voice low against your ear.
You shake your head. Barely.
“Good.” His hand drifts lower. Slips under the hem of your sleep shirt. Fingers trace lazy circles over your hipbone. “Because I’ve been thinking about you.”
Your breath hitches—quiet, but he hears it.
He always hears.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispers.
You bite your lip. Shake your head again.
Sam chuckles—soft, fond. “Can’t hear you, sweetheart.”
His fingers dip between your thighs. Find you already wet. He groans against your shoulder. “Fuck. You’re soaked.”
You whimper—tiny, almost silent.
He circles your clit slow. Teasing. “Use your words. Tell me.”
“I—” Your voice is threadbare. “Want… you.”
“Louder.”
You try. “Want you inside me.”
He rewards you—slides one finger in, then two. Crooks them just right. You arch, mouth open on a soundless gasp.
“More,” he coaxes. “Let me hear you.”
You shake your head—habit. Too shy. Too much.
Sam pulls his fingers out. You whine—small, pitiful.
He rolls you onto your back. Settles between your thighs. Big hands push your knees wide. He’s already hard, heavy against your stomach. “Look at me.”
You do. Barely. Eyes flicking to his, then away.
He notches himself at your entrance. Doesn’t push in yet.
“Say my name.”
“Sam…”
“Louder.”
“Sam.”
He sinks in—slow, inch by inch, stretching you open. Your head tips back. Mouth falls open. No sound.
He bottoms out. Stays there. Lets you feel every thick inch. “Tell me how it feels.”
You swallow. Try. “Full.”
“Not enough.” He rolls his hips—just enough to drag against that spot. “Tell me.”
You gasp. “So full—Sam—please—”
“Please what?”
“Move.”
He does. Slow, deep thrusts that make the bed creak softly. Every time he bottoms out you make a tiny, choked sound—barely there.
He leans down. Lips at your ear again—just like in the library. “Louder, baby. I want to hear every little noise you make when I’m fucking you.”
Your hands fly to his shoulders. Nails digging in. He picks up the pace. Deeper. Harder. Precise. You’re trembling now. Trying to stay quiet. Failing.
A real moan slips out—high, broken.
“There it is,” he breathes. “That’s my girl.”
He hooks one of your legs over his elbow. Changes the angle. Hits deeper.
You cry out—sharp, surprised.
He groans. “Fuck yes. Again.”
You can’t stop now. Every thrust pulls another sound from you—whimpers, gasps, his name over and over, getting louder each time. “Sam—Sam—oh god—”
He kisses you—messy, deep—swallowing the noises. Then pulls back. “Let me hear. Don’t hide.”
You don’t. Can’t.
The sounds spill out—desperate, wrecked. “Please—harder—Sam—don’t stop—”
He gives you what you need. Pounds into you. Hand sliding between your bodies to rub tight circles over your clit.
You’re loud now. Unrecognizable. Moaning his name like a chant. Begging. Crying out when he hits that spot again and again.
“Come for me,” he growls. “Let me hear you come.”
You shatter.
Back arching. Thighs shaking. A long, broken cry ripping out of you—his name, garbled, loud enough the walls probably hear it. He follows right after—deep, grinding thrusts as he spills inside you, groaning low against your throat.
You’re both panting. Shaking.
He doesn’t pull out yet. Just stays buried, kissing your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “So fucking good for me.”
You’re still trembling. You hide your face in his neck. Embarrassed. Pleased.
He chuckles. Soft. Wraps both arms around you.
“Next time,” he whispers, “I’m leaning in close again. Just to hear you try to talk.”
You groan—half mortified, half already aching at the thought.
He kisses the top of your head. “Get used to it, sweetheart.”
You don’t answer.
You just hold him tighter.
And hope he never stops making you break the quiet.
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- summary : after dating sam for a while, during your first time with him, he's surprised when he finds out how dirty you can talk. divs by toastray wc 2.1k
cw heavy makeout, dry humping, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, praise, pet names "baby", brief descriptions of male anatomy, creampie, breeding kink if you squint, aftercare, sweet sam
sam was never the hookup type. after jess it took him a while to even think about kissing someone else.
he became good at burying it, until he met you. it was passing thoughts he pushed down until the only option was his hand helping him out.
besides all the joy and love you show him, dating you has brought back those feelings he's been repressing. sam was always fine being patient, but with how you look, it's been hard.
he's so attracted to you, in a way he hasn't felt in a long time. he wasn't ever pushy, excusing himself to the bathroom, thinking of your mouth around his cock instead of his hand. shooting spurts of cum down the shower, as his neediness washed away.
it would work for now, even if he dreamed of more. hunting alongside dean and sam didn't make your relationship easy, you didn't have much time to just the two of you.
but today was different, you woke up with a mission. dean would be gone, went to see a movie he's been talking about all month. that left you and sam.
sam woke up earlier than you as usual, comfortable in his grey t-shirt and jeans incase he needed to step out, while you stayed in your pjs.
before your boyfriend could put himself to work, submitting himself to scanning all news outlets for the next case, you crawled into his lap. he was reading a book on the dingy motel bed, denim covered legs taking up all the space.
his chin tilted up as you settled in his lap. "hi." you spoke softly, eyes shining as you admired the pretty man infront of you.
"hi." he smiled, putting the book on the table beside him.
"you look good." you said, hand moving to stroke his shoulder. he seemed surprised, he was used to you complimenting him, but this felt very different.
"you too." he muttered shyly, a soft pink spreading across his cheeks. his hands moved cautiously to settle on your hips, you leaned in then.
your lips crashed into his softly, he made a cute noise, his hands tightening around the fabric of your sleep shorts. you hummed against his mouth, hand reaching to rest on his neck as you kissed him deeper.
he groaned, tongue swiping against your bottom lip before you opened your mouth wider. you felt him hardening against you, pressing right where you needed him most.
you moaned as you kissed him sloppily, sucking on his tongue when he let you. his breathing was unsteady before you started rocking. sam sighed happily, breaking the kiss to watch you.
his lips were parted and swollen. a perfect shade of pink, and his hazel eyes glistening as he took in your figure. braless under your regular sleep shirt, and your shorts riding up as you moved.
"so pretty." he breathed, hand moving to hold your waist, leaning in to kiss your neck. you let out a groan, letting your fingers tangle in his hair.
you could hear the noises as he sucked soft marks on your skin, air fanning while he breathed out his nose.
you moved faster, more desperate, definitely soaking your shorts. he had to be fully hard now, he felt so big. he groaned against your collarbone.
"fuck sam." you whined, the grind against him bringing you closer to the edge along with his noises.
he looked up at you, he was truly a sight, hair tousled, eyes dilated with lust, soft lips begging to be kissed.
you caught his lips in yours again, fully stopping your movements. his hands roamed your body, squeezing your breast softly, happy when you moaned into his mouth.
you left a few parting kisses before pulling away. the room felt hot, the fabric between you not helping the heat coursing inside you both.
"sam," you spoke, hands moving to the hem of his shirt "let's get these clothes off hm?"
his eyebrows shot up, "are you sure?" eyes pleading for reassurance, he's fantasied about this moment countless times but never imagined it'd feel this perfect.
you nodded, "i'm sure." admiring the man in front of you, perfect in both personality and appearance, always making sure you were okay no matter what.
he smiled, letting your hands pull his shirt over his head. he was built, softly tanned skin and toned abs, moles scattered across his stomach.
you looked back up at him, his eyes already on you, full of love & lust. his hands reached for your shirt before pausing, waiting for your nod of approval before pulling it off.
your breasts fell free, his eyes following your body. "god." he swallowed, adam's apple bobbing while his thumb stroked your thigh. "you're so beautiful."
you felt flushed, head turning to the side to laugh "don't make me nervous.." he chuckled, looking down before apologizing.
you laughed again, moving off him to pull your shorts & panties down. sam unbuckled his jeans at the same time, zipper opening as he slid his pants and boxers off.
you could feel his eyes on you, all clothes tossed beside the bed before you looked at him. "you're perfect y'know that?" he smiled, cheeks flushed pink as he spoke.
you returned a soft grin, "could say the same to you" you let your eyes scan his body, your throat drying up at the sight of his cock.
he was bigger than any guy you've slept with, twitching against his stomach, precum dripping down his blushed tip.
the sound of his laugh took you out of your daze, "now you're gonna make me nervous." he joked, doing that awkward smile he does.
"sorry.." you shook your head, frowning with a tender look on your face before settling back on top of him. your knees bracketed his thighs, heart beating fast in your chest.
he watched you carefully, checking for any signs of discomfort, he wouldn't find any. you were right where you wanted to be.
"by the way i'm on the pill, we don't have to use the condom unless you want to?" you spoke hesitantly, eyebrows creasing as you looked up at him.
his eyes dilated further, mouth parting before he spoke "that's fine with me, only if you're comfortable–i haven't been with anyone in a long time."
you smiled at him, heart full with your love for the man "i haven't been with anyone else either." he looked at you like you hung the damn moon, watching as your hand moved to grip him.
up close it was even prettier, twitching in your hand, slight curve to it, vein up the middle with good girth and length–god he was pretty everywhere.
you gave it few strokes before rubbing it between your folds, coating it in your wetness before pushing it in. you braced both hands on his chest, watching his stomach tense before seeing his face.
his mouth was wide open, cute tongue prodding out, watching you sink down on him. you grinned before sighing. he was stretching you out, it felt new yet pleasant.
you both moaned as you bottomed out, skin to skin, his hands moved to grip the plush of your waist.
"you're so tight." he groaned, head falling back. you let out a shaky breath before grinding against him, your eyes rolled back. "fuck sam."
he grunted roughly, thrusting up to meet your grinds, fingers making small indents in your skin. "you feel so perfect–keep going baby."
you listened, moving faster, whines spilling out your parted lips. "fuck–you're so deep, stretching me out so good."
he almost choked–taken completely aback by your words. "shit.. your mouth," he almost whimpered, eyes shut as his lips stayed parted.
you felt him throb inside you, it was taking everything in him not to cum right there. "didn't know you could talk like that."
you flushed, still making small movements, hands steady on his stomach. "sorry–it slips out.." you said breathy, almost embarrassed before he spoke.
he twitched inside you again, hips still meeting yours, "don't–fuck, don't be, drivin' me crazy."
you smirked, growing a confidence before getting closer to his ear. "yeah? like it when i tell you how good you feel? how big you are? i think i feel it in my stomach sam." you whined, feeling him rut into you harder.
"god–that's so fucking hot." he groaned, you smiled in response, pulling back to kiss him, hands holding his face, speeding up your drags along his cock.
he was a whiny mess, hands traveling to your stomach, gripping at any part of you. he wanted to be all over you, his mouth trailing down your neck and breasts.
you sighed, hand moving to grip his messy hair. you changed between small grinds and circles against him, the friction bringing you closer and closer.
in the next moment he held your waist tighter, quickly turning you over without pulling out. your mouth fell open in a high moan at the position change.
"shit–look at you.." he moved slow, eyes scanning over you, his hands passing over your stomach, noticing a bulge outline on your pretty skin. "feel that? how deep i am?"
you whined, eyes shut at the lewdness of this man's voice. "sam," you breathed "fuck–yes i feel it."
he thrusted slower, almost reverent, soft sounds of skin slapping echoing along with the squeakiness of the cheap bed.
"say that again, wanna hear you." he groaned, he was practically mumbling at this point, completely drunk off you, hands gripping your supple skin.
"feel it s' deep, you fuck me so good baby." your back arched as he sped up, hitting your g spot perfectly, string of moans falling from both your lips.
"you're so good for me." he babbled, leaning in to kiss you. it was wet and hungry, faint taste of coffee on his tongue, his pace struggling not to falter while his mouth stayed on yours.
his head trailed down your body, leaving hot open-mouthed kisses to your collarbone and breasts, smoothing over the blooming marks from earlier.
one hand of yours was gripping the sheets, the other on his neck, it felt like pure bliss. the drag of his cock along your fluttering walls was heaven-like.
he groaned against your skin, feeling how you clenched harder. "fuck, gonna cum–where do you," he gritted before you interrupted,
"inside, come in me please." you begged, hearing him make a noise too similar to a whimper, his thrusts uneven and speeding up as he chased his high.
his head was buried in your neck, hair brushing your cheek as more moans fell out his lips cracked and high pitched.
your wetness coated his thighs, squelching heard throughout the room and maybe the neighbors too.
"fuck!" he gasped, his hips stuttered, once, twice before burying himself at the hilt. his cock throbbed as he spilled into you, perfect white ring around his base.
the pressure brought you completely over the edge, "ah, sam!" your hands gripped him closer, arching off the bed, eyes rolling and shutting at the same time.
he moved slowly against you, helping you ride out both your orgasms. he watched where your bodies connected, the urge to push his spend back in was strong.
he sighed happily, sweat covered skin glowing in the light. your chest heaved as you came down from your high, head still thrown back and eyes struggling to open.
he pulled out with a hiss, fingers near your warmth as he watched his cum leak out of you. "fuck.." he dragged out, eyes glistening while he gaped. you couldn't help but throb at the sight, his abdomen tensing and his softening cock twitching as he looked at you.
he snapped out of his daze, looking at your pretty, but fucked out face, hand coming up to rest on your cheek. "you look so beautiful, did so good f'me." he sighed, toothy smile making your heart ache.
you held yourself up with your elbows, noticing his eyes fall to your breasts quickly as you breathed heavily.
"god, you're telling me i'm gonna get that all the time? that was the best sex i've ever had." you laughed airily, shaking your head, thinking about what you just experienced.
he huffed, soft grin tugging at his lips. "i feel the same way." he stroked your cheek before getting up, grabbing a towel to wipe you up, even though the sheets were another story.
he was gentle, knowing you were still sensitive, smile never faltering as he cleaned you.
"thank you, givin' me the special treatment here." you joked, nervously scratching your neck while you watched him. he looked up at you, eyes filled with much adoration.
"you deserve every bit of it, i'll do it any time." he spoke so gentle, a tone that showed he would do anything for you. this was the first time of many, and you both were looking forward to that.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT having sam winchester as your coworker isn't for the weak. especially when he demands much than you except it, so much. semi public sex, fingering, oral sex, exhibisionism.
CO-WORKER!SAM who was the first to introduce at the company's welcome lunch. it was your fifth change of work relocation since last december and you were exhausted to say the least. so the fact that him among all the people came to you with that characteristic smile of his, made your world a little more simple than before.
you both talked for hours and so, finding out you shared a lot of things in common: comics, books about history, being the youngest sibling, etc. the night ended with sam taking your phone just to register his number on it saying— "promise that you'll call me whenever you need it. we're coworkers now, you can't escape from me."
CO-WORKER!SAM who in between of your work schedule, always has time to send you a message thread with jokes. like, he's the absolute king of "did you see this?" links just to see your reactions across the room. and if you look up— gosh he's already looking towards you with a full on smile while chuckling and busting a laugh.
sometimes, your other coworkers just stare at you both. trying to understand why you always find a chance to give him some type of signal from the other side of the office. even when you slightly lift your middle finger at him just for making you laugh. but they really don't get it.
CO-WORKER!SAM who in the past weeks you've been working on a huge project, everytime knocks on your door just to have a excuse to see you and slide a cup of fresh and warm coffee on the desk without saying a word. he knows exactly how you like it and that amazes you.
"sam, it's not necessary," you say. " i can do it myself."
but he doesn't buy it. "i was getting you one anyways."
but he only ever brings one back for you.
CO-WORKER!SAM who tries to be professional and formal with you but fails like a champ on it. and you couldn't blame him.
when you're around your boss and he passes by, he gets weirdly formal using your full goverment name and an act so called managerial, voice dropping an octave and adjusting his tie while doing it. he thinks he's being as subtle as a window and you—on the other hand, are trying not to melt at the sudden change.
seeing him being quite dominant while giving the other orders, how his vocabulary changes to one more intelligent as he explains an assignment. fuck! yeah that was something new.
if another co-worker is being annoying or messing a lot with you, sam suddenly is right behind you. and he's recognizable. 6'4 frame and big broad shoulders shadowing his way onto you.
"what was that about? he was just being friendly."
but it was the way the air in the room seemed to vanish when he walked in, how he lowered his stance just to look you directly—eyes dropping on your lips, puffed in a pout while arguing. he isn't aggressive, he just took space advantage on your cubicle before leaving with a smirk on his face.
and he notices. he notices everything. god forbid a man trying to have the prettiest girl in the office to himself.
CO-WORKER!SAM who since that encounter find a strategy to catch your gaze. he'll lean back on his chair, fingers interlaced btween his hair and just stare. a slow and heavy brownish colored gaze that tracks from your eyes down to your lips and back up again.
CO-WORKER!SAM who corners you on a crowded elevator after every single schedule. it's five o'clock and he's already inside of it, waiting patiently. or so he thought.
he steps into your personal space like the biggest golden retriever he is, using his 6'4 frame again to effectively box you in the corner. he doesn't touch you. not at all. instead he just get closer and closer to you body so you can hear his breath busting through your ears.
"long day, huh? 'bet you're tired."
CO-WORKER!SAM who iniciates slight touches when you're handling him a folder, a contract or even a cup of coffee with oat milk. he doesn't pull away, like ever.
sam's thumb tracing a slow and deliberate invisible circle over your knuckles while he asks mundane and simple question about another report, wanting to see if you break that facade you had.
CO-WORKER!SAM who stays late at night when he hears that you will take a midnight shift to work on that said report.
you're struggling a lot with the new software the company had installed, the system is brand new and some of the options are too difficult to understand even for you, and that's when he appared through the door. sam reaches around you, his chest flush against your back—his large hands covering your as he guides the mouse, his breath slowly becaming a mumble as he explains everything but your mind is already outer-space.
"eyes on the screen, pretty thing."
"sorry," you added. "i didn't—"
"don't be distracted, i've been standing here for a certain amount and you haven't watch the screen even once."
"why are you still here, sam? i know you're just tryna' help me.. but believe me. i'm surely able to do something here."
"i was just doin' some research on an assigmnent." he lied, of course. "and thought you might need some help."
"very chivalrous of you, winchester."
yet he stood there all night waiting for you to finish like a loyal guard dog.
CO-WORKER!SAM who insisted on leading you into the elevator because, according to him, he didn't know if anyone from outside could enter the building. a silly thing to say, yes, but—he didn't let you refuse the offer and quickly dragged you to the nearest elevator.
CO-WORKER!SAM who didn't just step towards you when you were already inside the elevator but instead erased the distance between you both, looming over you, hand on the wall.
"you're doing it again," sam said, voice lower than usual. "what's up with you and those looks you gave to me?."
"you officially lost all your braincells, winchester."
but you couldn't even come up with another response because sam's hands tangled between your hair and pulled you by the head towards his lips, selling all that build up tension with a heated kiss. it was frustated, starved and sloppy.
the taste of coffee grew on you by the time his tongue was narrowing its way onto the kiss, groaning low as he pressed his weight on you— pinning your body against the mirroed wall. his right hand tightened on your neck just enough to make you let out a whimper.
CO-WORKER!SAM who screw everything when he starts eating your pussy, mouth full of your cunt and juices. kissing you wasn't enough for him, he needed to eat you like a five course meal.
his lips encircling your clit with wet and slippery kisses, going up and down between your folds, staining his chin and the corners of his mouth while devouring your cunt.
"look at her, she takes my tongue s'well," sam moaned against your core, sending shivers among your spinal. "and taste even better, c'mon princess— open your legs a bit more, 'wanna finger this pretty pussy until you squirt on my fucking mouth like the good girl you are."
his middle and index fingers were brushing your g-spot, thrusting them while his tongue were running laps across your puffy clit, groaning and moaning against it. begging, pleading you to mess them up by cumming.
and being railed by your CO-WORKER!SAM against the mirroed wall wasn't on your plans either, seeing you taking his fat cock in just one thrust made your mind go empty-handed and just started to moan his name all over again without even thinking the amount of chances this might get you both expelled out.
"that's it, baby. i've got you," he replied with a half-smile on his face, smudging the rest of your lipstick with a messy kiss as he went full on beast mode, grasping your waist until his fingerprints were all over your skin.
"sammy, please— i need. i, i want to."
and he understood perfectly. of course he did.
soon enough you both were panting against the wall, fogging it as a sharp moan stained the mirror, seeing him cumming first— his load pumping inside your gummy walls, straining them and his cock with it.
when the elevator landed on the last floor, nobody else but you and sam was inside the building. it was safe to say that this changed everything. and it was also safe to say that you might start repeating this type of encounter more than you can even though.
