𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 ᯓ ❥ 𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑
: ̗̀➛ you arrive in a town where everyone starts to feel hungry for something, right at the exact moment you begin to doubt your relationship and look at Sam with different eyes.
: ̗̀➛ contains: cheating, p in v, cumming inside you, a bit of dark sam, obsession, primitive, reader is described as smaller than sam only because of my ovulation effects; riding, guilt, crossed lines, inspired by S5 E14 but only because of the case that happens in the town, the exact timeline is not followed.
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posted for the third time, i'm annoyeddddd
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Sam is usually known as the sweet and mature Winchester. The one who doesn't go to a bar to flirt with the bartender, who doesn't have casual flings because of an "insatiable appetite". The one who prefers to stay home and investigate rather than do the things Dean does. The one who can respect certain lines, certain boundaries.
the one who has a code he doesn't even think about breaking, until he sees you again, after years. Probably since the last time he went to Bobby's house when you were kids.
and now he sees you, an adult, a woman, with a much more normal life than theirs. And you're a hunter, but you still have a part of you much more human, which they can't understand. Maybe it's because Bobby always wanted you to be a girl with a life far removed from monsters, managing to get you to go to school for a while, to have friends, to live your life as you were supposed to live it until you couldn't stay away from this path any longer.
and that's like a breath of fresh air for him, because you're so positive, seeing things from a different angle, understanding his perspective but also others. And you're also so extremely focused, with a study habit similar to his, yet you still know how to have fun. With clever jokes and little touches that make you so special in all the darkness that surrounds him.
so he can't help but notice you, directing all his attention to you until he can't stop himself. Something has awakened in him, like a need to have you, as if you were perfect for him. Maybe you're the person who would fit best by his side, even more so than sweet Jess.
so you can understand his surprise when he discovered you have a boyfriend, because not only is it very rare and almost impossible with this lifestyle, but it also puts up a barrier he never even considered breaking. Even when it seems obvious, because… how could you not have a partner? you're an amazing, beautiful girl. It's completely understandable.
but something about him feels uneasy, wrong. And at first, he tries to give up, taking it as a sign to back off… but he can't. Something about you draws him in like a magnet, making him gravitate toward you, almost competing for your attention, while Dean privately mocks him, calling him pathetic, adorable, and daring him to take another step toward you.
“maybe she'll leave him for you,” he once said, laughing before taking another bite of his burger, watching Sam glare at him, finding no humor in his desperation, his guilt.
because he doesn't want to be the reason another man feels bad or insecure. He doesn't want to interfere and ruin perhaps the most normal thing you have in life. God, he doesn't even know if you could reciprocate his feelings, because you look so happy with him…
until something shatters this image. It was the night he overheard you on the phone, arguing with your boyfriend, who was apparently accusing you of cheating on him, of preferring the Winchesters to your relationship, while you tried to explain everything, without revealing the big secret of your life, your hands trembling and your leg moving anxiously.
Sam didn't like seeing you like that, much less when it happened again a couple of times. He wouldn't do that to you. He couldn't bear to make you feel guilty, sad, when you were actually being a hero, saving people, hunting things, following a job that wasn't even your obligation, but that you chose to follow to help others.
and that makes him feel wild, with an almost primal feeling in his chest that made him spoil you, give you more and more of his attention, trying to compensate for someone else's actions, until something inside him decided to cross the line, breaking one of the few codes he truly respects.
he can't just sit there watching you get sad next to some idiot who can't value you the way he could. So he has to have you, he has to make you see him, no matter what.
that's how his plan begins, first getting you used to his attention, his affection, the way you were becoming his priority. He even prevents you from looking at your phone, from talking to him, making it so that for most of the day you can only look at him, Sam.
and he's so sweet, so perfect, as if he knows exactly what you want… maybe because he observes you, because he analyzes what you like and molds himself to be exactly that, without you even noticing, of course.
he even follows you, sees who you talk to, your little habits, your opinions. He learns as much about you as he can, because he's determined that you can only look at him, that you can only think about him.
you don't notice him when he hides in the shadows, watching the cake you buy, the soda you choose, your routine when you go to bed or when you get up. You don't even notice when he starts stealing coffee and tea packets from the places you go, mentally noting the ones you like, so he can always carry them around when you need them.
so suddenly he's everywhere, in everything you see, everything you hear, everything you touch. Every sense screams his name, as if he's taken over your life, your mind. And the worst part is that you didn't even realize when it happened, it just started little by little, creeping into your head until it took over.
you can't even talk to your boyfriend like you used to, because it doesn't feel exciting anymore, the connection is gone. Something inside you screams that he doesn't know you like Sam does, that he doesn't know what you like, that he simply isn't Sam Winchester and that... isn't enough.
but you don't know how to end the relationship. You can't. It feels wrong, impossible. Guilt eats you alive every time you think about it, and you spend nights crying, thinking you're a bad person, that the poor guy is probably at home trying to contact you, trying to know about his sweet girlfriend he's trying to confide in, while you're doing exactly what he accuses you of doing, looking at another man with loving eyes.
and this conflict escalates, progresses until you reach the next case, where people are doing crazy things, like a couple who, after their first date, decided to eat each other, in a passionate scene of cannibalism that made you feel sick as soon as you heard the details.
and at first, it was all pretty normal; research, disgusting data, hours staring at the computer trying to find something, until your eyes started to wander, noticing Sam in his bed, studying the info just like you were, while Dean was out, buying some things, saying he needed “a sweet rest.”
you see how his gray short-sleeved shirt clings to the muscles in his arms, making them look huge, even when he's just typing on his computer. Or how his pants fit perfectly on his thighs, making them look… interesting, delicious.
and your gaze travels to his chest, to his hands, and you have to swallow hard, feeling strangely hot, embarrassed. Your cheeks burn because of this, but you can't stop looking. You wonder if his lap is as comfortable as it looks, although maybe you'd have to open your legs a little wider than usual, since he's so… big next to you.
and his arms, will they be actually strong, hard? something in you wants to touch them, lick them, rub your face against his chest and rub yourself in his lap, feeling his long, large fingers caressing your back, trying to calm you, to create a contrast between his calmness and your needs.
you don't know what's happening to you, but you can't get that idea out of your head, and you can't stop. A tingle travels to your pussy, and you have to squeeze your thighs together, unconsciously rolling your hips slightly on the chair, feeling the hard material.
you let out a small gasp, trying to look back at your computer, just as he starts looking at you, his gaze traveling down your neck, reaching your breasts, covered by a tank top that clung deliciously to your body. Then he moved down to your hips, seeing where your ass begins, and noticing your tense thighs.
and something in him feels feral, wild. He wants to touch you, to roughly spread your legs and fill your thighs with bites and kisses, leaving his mark while he plays with your patience, imagining the sweet sounds you must make, needing him to touch your pretty pussy.
how would you react when his fingers open your walls? he can imagine you, tensing your body, with your nipples hard and your breathing ragged, trying to receive, even though his fingers are large enough to have you sensitive, stimulated.
he can make you feel better than your stupid boyfriend, and that idea takes root in his mind as he continues to watch your body, savoring every little detail, memorizing how you move, how you try to control yourself even as you rub against the chair, stimulating your pussy, which he can bet is wet, soaking wet, getting more and more ready for him.
both of you unaware that you've fallen into this town's trap, feeling the hunger slowly consume you, a desire so intense it seems insatiable, incurable, practically impossible to ignore; calling you to succumb to an act like infidelity.
and you'd like to say you resisted, that you really tried, but the hunger was stronger than you could control, and when Sam called you over to look at something on his computer… you couldn't help yourself, kneeling between his legs, watching as he puts everything aside, sitting up straight, close to you.
you want to avoid it, to back away, but you can only lean closer, pressing your forehead to his, closing your eyes tightly, feeling his hands on your waist and his breath on your cheek.
“this is wrong,” you whimpered, feeling his hands on your ass, squeezing it tightly, making you put your hands on his shoulders, pulling your head back. He took advantage of this to leave kisses on your neck, slowly moving up until they were in front of your mouth. “We shouldn’t be doing this, you know i…”
he silenced you, watching as you opened your eyes slightly, almost on the verge of tears for having to resist, managing to awaken something different inside him, almost dangerous, dark, obsessive. He can’t just let you walk away from this. He can’t.
so he kisses you, pressing his lips to yours, hearing you moan in surprise as you try to keep up, placing your legs on either side of his hips, gently falling onto his lap, rubbing your pussy against his cock, separated only by the layers of clothing he quickly removed.
his hands removed your pants as if it were nothing, followed by your underwear, leaving you almost completely exposed while his mouth continued to devour yours. Because he handled you as if it were easy, as if he had done it a thousand times, making you feel small, submissive, letting him move you like a doll, before lowering his own pants and underwear, freeing his cock for you. After that, the rest of your and his clothes flew off to some random spot in the room without giving it much thought.
and you took his cock in your hand, unable to pull away now, separating yourself from his mouth for a few seconds before kissing him again, feeling his tip touch your folds, forcing its way inside your folds as you rubbed against him, letting your juices fall down his skin, lubricating it, leaving it glistening, swollen, and throbbing for you.
you even whimper when he touches your clit, feeling overstimulated, overprepared with every passing second, noticing how he slides near your hole, faster and faster, heavier and hotter, making you both moan, desperate.
it was torture, but neither of you wanted to stop. Not when it felt so good, skin to skin, rubbing together like there was no tomorrow, like that was the intimacy itself, until you couldn't resist anymore, pushing his tip inside your hole, forcing its way through your walls.
"fuck Sam," you whimpered, feeling his kisses trail down your neck, leaving bites and hickeys, as you lowered yourself onto his cock, making it reach deep, opening you up in ways you'd never experienced before.
god, you feel him everywhere.
you have to take a second to get used to it, because everything inside you is vibrating, like you've been split in two, feeling his swollen cock filling your sweet pussy that had never received anyone like… him.
because inevitably, there's a comparison. Your sweet boyfriend… he would never be like Sam. Fuck, you don't even think you could ever feel this good with anyone else again.
you start to move when you're ready, feeling it slide in and out of you, going deeper and deeper, making you moan, feeling weak, but too hungry.
each thrust felt stronger than the last, and his hands on your waist helped you jump more quickly, harder, making your body bounce against his, swallowing him completely, making your nipples move addictively before his eyes.
he could only bring his mouth to your breasts, sucking, playing, devouring everything in his path while you let his cock slide against your walls, opening you up and touching that delicate spot inside you.
and the size difference only makes this even more addictive, because Sam can feel you trembling, so small in his hands, receiving him like a good girl, even though he's breaking you, even though he's ruining you for anyone else.
he only needs to move his hands a little higher and he can already touch a large part of your back, or to the front, your belly. Putting his hands on your thighs he can control you in ways you can't even imagine, and the very idea is tempting, malevolent.
he can't help it. Just like you can't stop the smoke from reaching your head, making you feel confused, dizzy, too full of cock to think about anything else. You're practically moving on autopilot at this point.
and you feel a knot forming in your belly, so fast it embarrasses you, and you wanna warn him, but it explodes before you can even process it, causing you to collapse in an orgasm, your hands reaching for his back, leaving reddish lines, like your mark on his skin, while he feels your walls spasming, as well as your legs.
you look beautiful, broken, and he doesn't think he'll ever get over this, so he doesn't let you recover, immediately turning you over, beginning to thrust brutally inside you, watching you break even more, unable to hold on, unable to maintain your strength.
it's too much, but you don't want him to stop. It feels so good, so intense. You want him to keep going, so your voice grows louder, begging him, and he obeys, giving you what you want.
he moves so hard inside you that you think you see stars, abusing your pussy in a delicious way, hammering until you come again almost immediately, in a way that's too embarrassing, like it's never happened to you before.
but again, if you think he's going to stop, you're wrong, because he just starts again, feeling hungrier and hungrier, as if he needs to merge with you to feel calm.
you can even see his body trembling as he continues to leave love bites on your skin, whispering confessions and sweet compliments that make you feel special, adored, filling your mind with more smoke.
your boyfriend's name fades from your mind, and all you can think about is Sam. Almost as if it were planned, as if this had been his idea all along.
and you whimper his name like a broken record, feeling how deep inside you he is, taking over your body, your mind, as if you were his doll, his sweet and precious toy he's been waiting for, starving.
and when he came inside you, your eyes widened, because it was your first time feeling that thick load against your walls and not in a condom. And it felt delicious, addictive. You needed to feel it again.
so you did it for quite a while, since Dean couldn't get there because of the traffic, and you both kept feeling hungry, going at it again and again and again, until your bodies were so exhausted that you couldn't move anymore, with your legs trembling, your voice nonexistent, and breathless. Meanwhile, he felt dry, completely drained, still inside you, too weak to slide out, feeling too comfortable with the warmth of your pussy.
it was then that, for a brief moment, your boyfriend came back to your mind, and then you knew there was no going back.
he's not Sam. He never will be.
and you don't think you can handle it. Not now that you know what it feels like to have him.
Sam.
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