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sooo…👀 i’m literally sweating and frothing at my mouth.. i want subby sammy:3 personally, i am a bit subby too! i just want to lay around on his bed, both naked, legs tangled together and just slowly kissing. Of course , a little grinding is inevitable. But then it turns into mutual masturbation and he’d be so cute and giggly! i luv him!
omgggg yes absolutely yes. who doesn’t love subby Samchester, it’s canon in my head he’s a sub. or at least shy and inexperienced. and we know how i adore virgins lolz. i looove this picture. so get this-
minors do no interact, u will be blocked.
cw: nightmares, handjob, cvnt fondling, Dean asleep right there, Sam leaning on the subbier side. not really proofread. wc: 2.5k~
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maybe you two haven’t exactly gone all the way yet. even better if Dean’s asleep on the other bed of the motel room.
you’d have to initiate. especially not being alone, Sammy would never.
you wake up to Sam panicking because of a bad dream, never wasting the chance to absolutely baby him. and he’d never decline an opportunity to bury his face in your neck. his little shaky breaths don’t get lost on you. he clutches the back of your shirt, gradually calming down with each circle you rub into his back with your palm.
and fuck if your soft little reassurances, those shh, it’s okay, Sam, just breathe, i’m right heres don’t get him hard. they always have, even when he knew it was wrong to get boners in the middle of libraries when you’d be there, whispering so sweetly for him to relax after getting overwhelmed by the inordinate amount of research he had to sift through.
only this time he wouldn’t exactly hide his bulge in his hands or with a book. instead, Sam whined, no longer scared of his own dream, pressing his giant frame into yours, and that thing poking your hip? it wasn’t his belt buckle.
he’d sigh, so dramatic, and whine your name, which sent heat straight down low in your stomach. your breath hitching spurred him further, and his hands squeezed your waist as they explored your torso.
he never really let his hands wander too far- always too afraid of putting you off, scaring you away.
but you wanted this. connection. he could smell it on you. you let out a soft moan when he cupped your breast and squeezed it, your legs entangling with his, already equally restless and needy under the comforter.
his lips followed the path his hand carved, kissing your skin, his shuddering breath fanning across to give you goosebumps. when you whispered his name in that way.. he couldn’t hold back any longer.
Sam began tugging your shirt off with trembling hands, still sensitive to your reactions just in case. his hazel eyes looked for yours, but they didn’t meet. you were looking away. more specifically, at Dean’s sleeping form on the other bed. Sam could sense your unease and worry, so he backed off with a sad little sigh, collapsing back against you, burying his face in your neck once more. you’re right, it’s probably not a good idea to fool around with his brother right there.
but you frowned. stopping isn’t what you wanted. before he could sulk too much, you lifted Sam’s chin up before capturing his lips in a kiss.
he reciprocated, his hand finding your waist again, his lips parting against yours. you pulled back too soon, so he leaned in to chase your mouth, only to feel your hand grab his jaw.
“do you think you’re okay?” you asked. in reference to his nightmare, of course. he needed to be in the right headspace for.. this. this shouldn’t be an impulsive distraction. a second passed, just one, before he nodded.
“now i am. i promise. you made it better. please…” he adjusted, shifting to be halfway on top of you to kiss you again. you didn’t pull back, kissing him just as sloppy and desperate.
his breath caught when he felt your leg hike up over his hip, and he didn’t hesitate to press closer. he let out a soft groan into your mouth as he pushed himself flush against you, pressing his erection against your crotch. not yet grinding, just a small search for friction and relief. and he was already gone.
you smiled after pulling away from his lips. “so, i made it better?”
Sam just grinned against your chin, exhaling with a trace of laughter. “you always do.”
“do i?” you kissed his forehead. he couldn’t answer verbally. instead, he nodded, finding his place in your neck again. then, just barely, his shoulders and chest began to shake lightly. quick breaths against your skin. he was giggling, tucking his face against you to muffle the sound.
you stole a glance across the room again, just to check. just to be sure. nothing. only then did you allow yourself to exhale, leering alongside him. “what’s so funny?”
“i don’t know.”
it simply made you laugh harder. you smacked your hand over your mouth, encouraging the fit of giggles. you leaned into him in return, pressing your body flush against his. you felt him again. it. he did too, and his hand squeezed your waist, his amusement dying down. the hand over your mouth moved and slipped into his hair. he blinked.
“i’m sorry, i don’t mean to wake you up and rope you into my… stupid… stuff.”
“don’t. you sound silly.”
you didn’t wait for a response before leaning in again, finding home in his lips against yours. and Sam, for all that low self esteem, couldn’t deny himself this. you. you hadn’t moved from your place, your leg still secured around his hip. his tongue parted your lips and delved into your mouth to find yours. your moan vibrated against his lips and inspired him on. he smiled again, but nothing was exactly funny anymore. more curious.
he moved his hips again, grinding into you, just an inch. not a full roll of his hips. enough to make him shudder. you pulled your hand out of his hair, smoothing it down his back, over his hip, until finally you cautiously, curiously brushed your fingers over his bulge.
he broke away from your mouth with a gasp, one that should’ve been muffled. Sam immediately realized his error and turned his head to hide against your shoulder. you could see the corner of his bashful smile.
another quick glance confirmed your inconspicuousness. you rubbed his bulge, your palm flat against his cock, your smile mischievous. and Sam’s mouth opened wide as he exhaled, his breath seeping into your sleeve. he pushed his hips forward into your hand, encouraging more friction.
“that feels good,” he confessed breathily, grinning. you found a slow rhythm, rubbing his bulge as he grinded into your hand, rutting his hips and panting like a dog in heat. your leg squeezed around his hip, your cunt clenching around nothing at just hearing his little desperate breaths and mewls.
his hand found your ass to grip, as if he knew of your gripes with the absence of stimulation yourself. your breath stuttered, coming in short as he squeezed the fat of your ass with a passion you hadn’t met before.
Sam’s hand trailed lower, slipping between your legs, following the curve of your ass into the dip of your cunt. there, his fingers met two layers of fabric. your skimpy little sleep shorts, and your panties. he didn’t hesitate to slip his hand past one of the gaping leg holes of your shorts, and he dragged his fingers over the damp fabric of your underwear. it drew a whimper from you, which made his hips buck forward again into your hand.
your eyes fluttered open, searching for his when you felt his head move away from your shoulder. meeting gazes, your blush deepened, and you both stifled laughter. your eyes flicked down to his bulge, then his big hand stroking across your clothed slit with aching slowness. it made you lose your breath again.
you pulled the waistband of his flannel pajamas down over his boxers, and his hips squirmed under you. there was a small wet patch as the top of the expanse of his print, his own arousal mirroring yours. you smiled wider and peeled away his boxers, eyes widening at the slow unveiling of his cock.
Sam whimpered, his fingers pressed firmly against your clit over your panties, unmoving. right now all he could focus on is your touch. and your judgement. his chest heaved and he pulled his hand away from your cunt, moving it back to your hip to squeeze out of sheer anticipation and impatience. his other arm, around your back? it pulled you closer.
his coy smile returned and he looked down at your hand undressing him. “i’m nervous…”
your smile remained, your heart melting. “that’s okay. i am too…” you kissed his forehead again, eliciting another faint giggle from him. one you returned.
you waited a moment. a small one to regroup. you each needed it. only when he exhaled and ran his thumb across your hip did you resume. after pushing his underwear down, you smoothed your hand down his cock, your palm flat against his twitching shaft: a slow, descending motion.
Sam groaned, the precious sound feathering out into a whine. your soft skin against him, finally. it made him choke on air as you granted him this ounce of relief.
he thrusted forward into your hand, clutching your shirt with one hand and fisting the fabric of your panties with the other. you swallowed, and moved your shaky hand back up to gently wrap around him.
his cock was heavy. so big and desperate. you brushed your thumb across the slit of his tip, smearing his precum around his head, and Sam could only moan into your shoulder, giving another weak thrust forward.
your smile remained, and you pushed your fist down, giving him one unhurried stroke. then, back up to elicit another whimper from him.
it was heaven for him. Sam had to remind himself to breathe. so when you picked up the pace and began stroking him in a tantalizing, leisurely pace? Sam’s chest shook again with labored, bated breathing. he pressed closer again, nuzzling your neck as he moved his hips in sync with your hand, fucking your fist desperately, pathetically.
he moaned against your skin, his jaw tense yet slackened, his eyes squeezed shut. his palm splayed flat against your back, holding you firm against him as his other hand grasped your ass again.
he whispered your name between strokes, whining as the tip of his cock brushed between the two of you. it was all too much, so not even a minute passed before his hips began to stutter as he started to buck into your hand erratically. he knew if you kept on like this, things would end very soon. embarrassingly soon.
he reached down and wrapped his hand around yours to slow you to a stop, not without bitterness. he strained into your neck, his hips twitching on their own, and he let out a defeated sigh. he let go of your hand and took just a moment to cool off, finally reemerging from your neck. he was flushed and a thin sheen of sweat covered his forehead as he panted, looking up at you desperately.
“it feels so good…” he confessed. “too good. i can’t keep up. let me..” he moved his hand back between your thighs, his fingers finding their place on your covered slit.
you gasped softly, rocking your hips against his fingers. the relief was instant and addictive. your hand squeezed his cock, pulling another whimper from him. Sam’s brows knitted up desperately as he looked up at you, his lips parted as he breathed heavily, his chest pounding. he whined something reminiscent of your name before the sound was cut short by your kiss.
your tongue pushed into his mouth and you stroked his cock again, slowly and prudently. Sam moaned into your mouth as he fucked your hand again, needy and wanton, rubbing your clit through your panties.
and when he moved his trembling hand to shove inside your underwear, you couldn’t help the startled gasp that left you as his fingers came into full contact with your pussy. he groaned against your chin, brushing his fingers along your glistening slit, swiping roughly at your clit.
“does that feel good?”
you nodded immediately. “fuck. yes, Sam…”
your other hand fisted in his hair, causing his breath to hitch again, his cock leaking more precum. you lifted your leg higher against his hip, opening for him. your voice was soft, a small don’t stop Sam. he could only say yes.
he was getting close again. and fuck there was nothing more he wanted than to cum with you. he clenched his teeth and sped up his pace, his fingers relentless on your clit. you couldn’t help but moan and smush your mouth against his shoulder. your whispered words of encouragement and praise went straight to his cock. he smiled that toothy grin briefly as he nodded, his other hand on your back still caging you against him.
your little moans and whimpers were the softest things his ears heard. the precious sounds made his hips stutter, adopting an irregular pace once again. he whined, having to force himself to open his eyes as they kept falling shut.
“please…” he begged. “i want us to do it together.”
it made you shudder, your eyes squeezing shut, determined to focus on the feeling. his skillful fingers pulled more moans and whimpers from you. but the addition of his lips brushing kisses along your neck caught you off guard. you squeezed his cock again and his fingers pressed harder against you.
Sam came first, his breathy groan vibrating against your chest as he nuzzled your tits, mindful of his volume. his cock spilled heavy spurts of cum, ruining both your shirts and the bedsheets. you grinded against his hand when he faltered, and not long after, he found his pace again, panting into your skin. he bit the flesh of your breast, and you couldn’t stop yourself. didn’t want to. with a gasp, you came from just his fingers, your thighs trembling, clenching around nothing.
he didn’t stop. his fingers massaged your desperate cunt as you simmered down from the euphoria. he groaned when he dipped into your folds, smearing the wetness around, feeling how soft you are. he needed to be inside you.
Sam kisses your neck again, faint traces of his lips until he reached your chin. he nipped your bottom lip, hesitantly moving his hand up to your hip again. his breathing matched yours, each of your faces entirely flushed.
he snaked his arms around your middle, needing the closeness. he nudged his knee between your legs, burying his face in your chest once more. you felt his hips shifting against yours, and you both groaned at the sudden contact. the top of his shaft, where the big vein ran along, pressed against your slit. you exhaled sharply and shifted your own hips just to feel him against you.
he let out a soft gasp at the pressure, then smiled, giggling.
“should have spooky dreams more often.”
you rolled your eyes, taking the matter seriously. “don’t wish that, you’ll regret it.”
Sam sighed contentedly and let his eyes fall shut, his arms like steel bands around you. “you always make it better.”
you huffed out a soft laugh, your hand slipping into his hair. “night, Sammy.”
“mm. night..”
a/n: i have been feeling so insecure and annoyed with my writing lately and it’s extremely annoying. i’m fighting through feeling unmotivated bc pressure makes diamonds and i miss posting on here. i’m definitely not gonna stop or abandon my blog, i just may need a little more time than before. i think the boys ending bruised my momentum. fear not, i’ll rewatch it if it means feeling inspired. anyway here’s this fic i pushed myself to finish before i move on to my other drafts. i love sammy so much and i’m nervous bc this is my first fic for him and in the supernatural universe. i love you guys.
