I Want To Feel You From The Inside
Warnings: angst, ass play, bondage, no condoms, thorough winchester fucking, SAMHANDLING © @boondoctorwho Â
Summary: They missed each other.
Created for: @spnkinkbingo
A/N: NIN was on heavy rotation during the writing of this piece.
A/N 2: leave me some love and let me know if you want a tag.
previous installment: I See You Left A Mark, Up And Down The Skin
“Sam,” his name is a whisper from your lips.
“Stop. Talking,” he says, his hands encompassing your waist as he walks you backward. When you feel the sofa back hit your ass, he spins you, grabs a handful of your hair and twines his fingers in the strands, grips your hip hard with his other hand, and pushes at the back of your head until your bent over it.
You gasp into the soft fabric of the cushion. You don’t want to disobey, but you’re just so relieved to have him again – touching you, keeping you safe and warm.
He curls his fingers into the back waistband of your sleep shorts and wrenches them down enough to bare your ass to his touch and his sight. “Just can’t help yourself, can you?” He smacks your right cheek, warming your skin and your heart. “No matter what I say, you just keep talking.” He smacks your other cheek a little harder this time and you moan. “Keep teasing.” Another smack over the fleshy part of your right hip, and god, he’s really here.
He leans forward, drapes himself over your curved back, letting his weight press you into the furniture, your sternum gently compressed and pushing breath from your lungs. He plants his fist into the cushion, and you can see the whites of his knuckles, bleeding the desperation you feel in your soul.
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