໑ val - infj. character study lover. loser girl. color pink. baby emo.
໑ requests: you can request a one shot on the ask button on my profile. keep in mind i have a very slow pace when it comes to writing, so please be patient.
i don't write - dubcon/noncon. incest or stepcest. omegaverse. illegal/barely legal age gaps. vore.
i write for - sam winchester, dean winchester, and castiel (i'm currently at S6 of supernatural, so yeah, just them for now). marauders era characters. evan peters and sarah paulson's american horror story characters from S1 to S3. criminal minds characters. stranger things characters.
໑ my work.
⤿ HER, dean winchester one shot - smut.
⤿ INTIMATE MOMENTS, sam winchester x reader one shot - smut.
⤿ ADORE YOU, sam winchester x reader one shot - fluff.
⤿ LOST IN THE HEAT OF IT ALL, sam winchester x reader one shot - smut.
hi babes, i hope you're having a great day. i'm sorry for disappearing all of the sudden. i know i haven't finished the requests y'all sent me, and i'm working on them, i promise i will publish them. the truth is that i have been in a bad mental state lately thanks to personal things happening to me, so really i haven't had the energy to put myself to work on this. however, i will do my best and try to finish them soon, sorry to everyone that requested and haven't receive their request, and thanks for your patience.
hi babes, just wanted to say "thank you" for all your patience and your support to my most recent one shot <333 and to the other two people that made a request, i promise i'm going to publish them, just give me some time please. the last few weeks haven't been exactly good for me, but i believe i'm making some progress in my life outside here and i hope to feel better and have enough time soon to lock in to finish your requests. hope y'all can understand. i'm not abandoning here or anything, this is not a post about hiatus or something like that, i will continue to be active and continue to work on the one shots, just that i feel the need to clarify that it will take me some time to publish the last requests <///3
LOST IN THE HEAT OF IT ALL ⤿ sam winchester x fem reader ( smut )
1: "no underwear? did you plan this?"
55: "where do you want me to touch you?" "down there" "you have to say the word"
78: "do you like it when i spank you?"
prompts from this post.
i'm very sorry for the time i'm posting this, march was an unexpectedly wild month in my life and i didn't had much time to write in here :( however, i'm back !!!! thanks for your patience, and i hope you like it.
⤿ notes ─ english is not my first language, so i might make some mistakes while writing. please be kind and patient, thank you! also, you can request one shots on my profile, rules are in the pinned post <3
⤿ summary ─ you and sam are hunters. you two have a casual relationship, and haven't seen each other for a while, so you want to make up for the time you hadn't seen each other... in a bar.
⤿ warnings ─ sex in a public setting (bathroom), a mention to vampires sucking blood (not related to the smut), fear of intimacy, reader and sam are lowkey a situationship (so a bit of angst coming from that), teasing, dry humping, dirty talk, mirror sex, semi dressed sex ?????, spanking, fingering, p in v intercourse, unprotected sex, lowkey marking kink, creampie.
You and Sam had known each other for as long as you can remember. You weren’t friends, not really; You only had accidentally bump into each other because of hunting. And hunting is not exactly the best way to make friends, much less to make lovers. That was what you tried to convinced yourself off every time your eyes found a glance of Sam’s face, sitting across the table, focused on researching for the case you were investigating. That was what you repeated when you watched him fighting, adrenaline running through your veins thanks to the danger and the chilling feeling in your stomach, which you tried to convince yourself, was part of the primitive fear inside you that forced you to continue fighting, and not the completely different person that Sam transformed into, a very attractive one you must add.
And then, one night, you slept together. And it changed everything, because it forced you to admit what you already knew but didn’t really wanted to believe; You couldn’t be friends with Sam Winchester. Not when he looked at you that way, with his pretty, brown eyes that basically begged you to take him into your arms and lost yourself into the sheets by his side. It wasn’t something suitable for a friendship, but your lifestyle was not compatible with romance. So instead, you decided it wouldn’t have a name. You kissed, and you had sex, and you knew each other in an intimate, emotional way that hurt you to admit. But naming it a friendship, or a romantic relationship, was wrong. It was something else.
And that lead you to dinner one night, a bar outside the town. You had been spending the last few days with the Winchester brothers, helping with a case that you had in common. Sam was sitting by your side, Dean hoarding the entire seat in front of you, his arms encompassing the backrest, while he updated you and his brother on the information he had collected from the case. The lights were dim, and drew soft shadows over Sam’s face. The noise was loud, the typical Friday night in a place like that, some men screaming at the TV when their favorite football team made a mistake, and somehow, the small space in which your friends and you were sitting felt intimate.
Everything smelled like beer, cherry soda, and fried potatoes. Bon Jovi was on the speakers. And Sam was having a hard time trying to keep his eyes off you. You wanted to laugh, because you knew he thought he was being subtle. He was not. You could feel his gaze sticking to your legs, and your face, and one time, that guilty small glance at your body when you leaned over the table to take one of the fries included in Dean’s order. It made the heat in between your legs grow, and you crossed them, searching for the friction the denim of your skirt could provide.
You wanted to pay attention to Dean’s words; After all, your life depended on the plan you three could put to work. But when you caught Sam’s eyes lingering a little too long in the way your body arched when you stretched your arms behind your back, you knew he wasn’t paying attention either.
─I have to go to the bathroom─You murmured, raising yourself from the seat, the leather of the seating booth under your body squeaking a little bit at the sudden movement.
─I’m explaining what we are going to do─Dean’s eyebrows were frowning, and his voice sounded a bit offended. Angry, even. But you were used to it by now, and so was he to your answers and unappealable habits; He knew there was no point in trying to persuade you.
─Great, you can do that after I come back─The side smile that appeared in Sam’s lips didn’t go unnoticed by you. He tried to hide it behind the glass of beer that belonged to him, taking a sip of it even if he had barely touched it since you three were in the place, the liquid already losing its foam, and the cold fog sticking to the glass was disappearing.
The last thing you saw before turning around to walk through the long hallway in direction of the only bathroom in the place, a lonely door in between two walls decorated by football jerseys and autographs, was Dean rolling his eyes in your direction. You ignored him and entered the small room.
The place smelled like cheap mint deodorant, and a hint of chlorine. It was surprisingly clean for it to be the bathroom of a bar on a Friday night. In there, the loud music outside and the excited screaming of the people watching the game were barely audible, which made you feel relieved; You hadn’t realized how consuming it was to be outside, surrounded by everyone, until you were finally alone.
You walked to the mirror, the surface reflecting the cold lights over your head, making you look tired.
The case was consuming. There were a few victims, their blood drained, but not a single bite. The brothers and you had looked for other signs that could tell that you were facing a group of vampires, the original theory, but there was nothing conclusive. It was like the blood had vanished from them out of nowhere, instead of being sucked from their veins. And that was frustrating, because every day you didn’t knew what you were facing, meant another day that people would die.
The door of the bathroom opened, and you turned around tensed. A recognizable shadow at the door made your shoulders relax, and Sam took a step inside the place.
─Hey─He said. He was trying to inject his voice with a casual tone, but you could notice the hint of insecurity under it. He wasn’t sure if this was what you wanted, and that made something inside your chest twist with affection for him. The way that he looked at you, like he was walking carefully over glass, taking steps, testing what you would like at the moment, made him look vulnerable in his own way. The type of vulnerability that one tries to hide.
In a bittersweet realization, you were suddenly very conscious of the fact that you knew him well enough to see under the usual mask of rage and seriousness that he tried to put on for everyone else─Hey─There was a brief silence, just a few seconds. A smile grew on your face, and you ran your tongue over your lips, absently. His eyes focused on your gesture─How did you escaped Dean?
Sam shrugged, shaking his head a little bit─He went for another beer and starting hitting on the bartender. Pretty sure he is not going to question where I am for a while.
The implications of his words wandered on the room, silent, expectant. There was still a small hesitation in the way Sam was standing there, his tall silhouette against the door frame, keeping his distance, waiting for a confirmation.
─So you came here just to stand in there? Or are you going to do something? ─You asked, teasing him.
There was a grin in his face, while he crossed his arms on his chest. A sudden wave of boldness filled his body, evident in the way he changed his posture, looking taller, stronger─Something like what?
You left out a snort, shaking your head while you walked a few steps in his direction─Don’t act all dumb with me, Samuel.
He raised his eyebrows, stepping away from the door frame. His hand reached behind him, pushing the door until it was closed ─It’s called foreplay.
─Shut up and kiss me─You answered, opening your arms.
Sam wrapped his arms around you, his big hands gripping your hips and pulling you closer. Your hands flew to his face, warm skin under your fingertips. Looking straight into his eyes, you could see the need in them; Pleading, beautiful brown eyes, looking back at you, into the deeps of your soul. He desired you. He knew you, he saw the inside of your heart, and wanted you for the person you were.
The overwhelming reality of that made you feel dizzy.
The kiss was intense, his soft lips and warm mouth all over yours, hungry. It had been a long time since you had kissed, you almost forgot how well it felt to have Sam’s hand crawling up your back, touching and caressing your skin, before his fingers found its way to your hair, grabbing it a little, not too harsh, just enough to keep you in place without hurting. He knew your body well enough to know how much you liked it when he took control.
Sam broke the kiss, swollen lips and a shaking breath. He moved his hands down your body again, and his fingers found the way to the border of your skirt. Your fingers played with his hair, pulling him closer, and the scent of his shampoo filled your nostrils.
His hand moved up on your thigh, lifting the skirt up. The sudden exposure of your skin made you tremble under his touch, warm skin softly caressing yours, goosebumps going through your entire body. His fingers stopped right on your center, the calloused texture of them barely offering relief on your sensitive core─No underwear, huh? ─His voice was raspy near your ear. His breath showered your neck, while he talked again─Did you plan this?
─What if I did? Are you going to do something about it? ─You asked, a mocking tone in your voice. You hoped that the attitude would help to cover up how much you missed him. Sam Winchester was a big fan of teasing, and he would love to make you suffer before giving you what you wanted.
But he knew you, very well. You could see the change in his eyes the second he understood your plan.
Instead of falling into your trap, his hand left your center, leaving a heavy emptiness in where you needed him the most. He kissed you again, his right hand situated right in the base of your neck, making it impossible for you to ignore the slight pressure he applied on it, your pulse fast under his touch. Sam’s left hand pressed down on your hip, and he pulled you closer until your chest was against his.
His thigh was right in between your legs, the wrinkled fabric of his jeans rubbing against the skin of your upper thigh. You moved your weight so you could sit in his thigh, and he moved his knee to allow you a better access. Sam broke the contact of your lips, and started to move his mouth against your jaw, leaving small red marks, making his way down your neck with wet kisses. A small whine left your mouth, and he hummed against your neck; The vibrations sent a rush of excitement across your chest.
Your hips guided themselves instinctively against his thigh, firm muscle against your sensitive pussy. The denim of his pants offered barely any comfort to your ache. Your body felt like burning, while you speed up your rhythm, trying to find relief─So needy─Sam whispered against the skin of your chest, his lips rubbing over your cleavage.
─Sam…─You said, trying to find the words. You were starting to get desperate, your pussy craving for his touch. You hated to show him how weak you were for him, but there, with your body begging for release and the liquid sensation of arousal starting to pound in your stomach but still being incapable of reaching it, you knew that asking for it was the only way to achieve it.
─Yeah? ─He asked, the hand in your neck sliding painfully slow until it sits on your breast, groping it through your clothes. His thumb found your nipple and drew circles against it, pressing down a little bit, enough to please you without hurting.
─I want you to touch me─Your voice broke a little bit, the words coming out of your mouth with certain difficulty. The feeling was intoxicating, all your senses overloading on the pleasure.
─Were do you want me to touch you? ─He asked, and his voice was kind and caring, almost innocent. Like he wasn’t ruining you, like he wasn’t messing with you and driving you crazy.
You didn’t wanted to beg. Not even ask nicely─Down there.
A disappointed sight came out of his lips, his left hand joining his right one in groping your chest, slow, teasing you, barely there so it could make you aroused but never fulfilled─You have to say the word.
You wanted to scream, but you weren’t sure if it was because of the pleasure without being capable of reaching your orgasm, or the fact that you had to leave your pride to ask for it nicely─I want you inside my pussy, Sammy. Please.
His hands suddenly stopped. Sam grabbed you, dragging you in direction to the wall in front of him, your footsteps resonating in the linoleum floor. He cornered you against the sink; Cold ceramic, whose temperature made you shiver, even if your shirt was getting in the way from you to feel the direct contact─I want you to watch yourself as I fuck into you, is that okay? ─He murmured near your ear, helping you to rotate on your own axis.
You were facing the mirror, the view fueling you with foggy heat. Your lips were red, swollen. Your hair was messy, and your skin had a glistening cover of sweat. Sam looked flushed, hair sticking to his forehead, eyes filled with lust. His right hand dragged from your hip to your hair, caressing your cheek before gently placing one of the strands behind your ear. You nodded, and he placed a kiss in the cheek he just caressed, before saying─I need words, babe.
─Yes─The word came out of your mouth strangled, weak.
He placed his other hand on the base of your column, bending you a little bit more. You needed to raise your head to be able to continue to look at yourself, as he pulled your skirt up to your waist. Your skin was now completely uncovered. Sam’s eyes lingered on your ass, as his hands started to caress it, firm touch grabbing skin with certain adoration. A small moan escaped your lips when one of his fingers entered your core without any warning, stretching you out. He had big hands, and when he curved his fingers in a particular way and touched a silky part inside you, he teared a cry out of you─Shhh, be quiet. We’re still at the bar.
─I can’t─You gasped, your head tilting a little bit forward, eyes focused on the white surface of the sink.
He placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to raise up your face again to meet his eyes in the mirror─Look at yourself. This is what you wanted, huh? Me ruining you? And I haven’t put my cock inside you yet─He wasn’t mocking you, even if his words could be interpreted like that; His tone was almost compassionate, sweet, a tone that did not correspond to what he was saying. The pace of his fingers slowed down, and you protested, pushing yourself back, rocking your hips, trying to gain that delicious friction again.
In the mirror, you played witness as Sam’s hand went down and smacked your ass; Not enough to hurt, just a playful palm on your skin, the soft impact resonating in the room─Stay still. You need to be patient.
─Haven’t I been patient enough? ─You asked, slightly sarcastic. Your skin itched a little bit right were his hand had landed, and the arousal in you had grown considerably feeling his heavy hand staying still on the place he had smacked.
His fingers started moving again inside you, pumping in and out, while his eyes observed your face, trying to decipher your expression─You liked that, didn’t you?
─I liked what? ─You answered, trying to play unbothered while the shockwaves started to built up again inside you, your hair falling in your face again.
His left hand moved from your ass to your head, placing the rebel strand of hair behind your ear again─Do you like it when I spank you? ─His tone was calm, strategic, even. You could laugh in another scenario, how incredibly nerdy and cheesy it was of him to be asking those questions with that tone in a situation like that. But he was waiting for your answer.
─Yes─You said. There was no point in hiding it, he would know the truth. He knew you way better than you wanted to admit.
He raised the hand he had in your head and smacked your ass again. The sound of his palm against your skin was silenced by the moan that left your mouth. The burning, itching sensation was pleasurable, but not enough. You wanted more. Way more. Sam kissed your temple─Was that okay? Do you want it softer? Or harder? ─He grunted against your hair. His tone was worried, fearing he had hurt you.
─Harder─You cried out in pleasure, closing your eyes, when the thumb of his hand in between your legs found your clit and started massaging it in a circular motion─Harder, please.
Another smack, and this time, you were sure it would leave a big, red mark on you─Open your eyes, babe─Sam asked, and you did. In the mirror, you watched as his hand massaged your ass, warm, soothing skin against the redness left a few seconds before. The ecstasy was too much, your orgasm building up already, so the moment his fingers left your pussy, you felt vulnerable.
You opened your mouth to protest, but closed it again when you saw Sam battling with his zipper. His trembling hands let you know that he was not as methodical and calmed as he tried to appear. His cock was thick, hard against his hand when he lined it up with your entrance, but he didn’t push; His length stopped there, his red tip teasing your center without entering yet─Please─You said again, looking right into his eyes in the reflection of the mirror.
Then, he sank himself inside you in one single thrust. A moan escaped your throat, and his hand flew to your ass again, another spank. Your skin was red, tender under his palm, the firm grip on it leaving a clear mark that you could see in the mirror, engraved in your skin─Keep silent─Sam said against your cheek, his moans silenced by his lips pressing down a kiss. Always nice, always sweet. Like he wasn’t fucking you brutally in that moment.
His hips slammed against your hips, the denim covering his thighs scraping against the back of yours. A part of your skirt, that he was holding against your waist, got loose and slapped your ass right were Sam had spanked you, the mere touch making the sensitive skin burn.
His other hand found its way in between your legs, and his fingers rubbed your clit again. Your wetness was dripping already, while his stable, deep pace dragged your climax with it. Your walls clenched around his cock, and you did your best to keep your eyes focused on the mirror; Your makeup ruined under the sweat and the kisses, your gaze drunk on the ecstasy of the moment.
Sam didn’t looked much better, the mask of strategic confidence had vanished a long time ago. His eyes were focused on the point in which his body merged into yours, his pace still deep and fast but becoming frantic─Oh, Sam─You cried, his dick finding the exact point that made you melt into pleasure. He continued to do the same, pulling out almost completely, leaving you empty, before pushing again, and again. He had became careless too, his moans filling the place as well as yours.
Finally, with your cunt spasming around him, you reached the highest point. Your release washed over you, and Sam held you into his arms, your back firmly stuck to his chest, while you rode your climax. His name was coming out of your mouth like a prayer, and when he was pulling out, you stopped him with a hand on his wrist─Cum inside me─Your voice was broken from exhaustion, but your words came out clear from your mouth.
─Are you sure? ─He asked, feeling the shockwaves going through his body, knowing he wouldn’t last very longer.
─Yes─You answered, rocking your hips once again, the overstimulation being too much already.
With a broken cry against your neck, Sam came. His cum filled you. When he pulled out, a tiny trail of white fluids clinged to your inner thigh.
For a few moments, neither of you said anything. You two just stood there, awkward, uncomfortable silence, while you fixed your skirt and he closed the zipper in his pants. Then, he cleared his throat─Let me help you clean up─Without waiting for an answer, he reached for some paper towels and opened the water tap of the sink. A flush of fresh, cold water came out of it and showered the towels. He squatted by your side─May I?
─Yeah, it’s okay─You muttered.
You shivered under the touch of the wet paper when he cleaned the trail of cum that stained your legs, and then his hand stopped right under your ass, his eyes focused on the red mark of his palm─Oh god, I did that─His voice sounded impressed, like he didn’t believed it was actually him. He cleaned the spot with the paper towel, and you hissed under the itching, product of the cold contact of the towel with your hot skin─I’m sorry…
─Don’t be, I liked it─You answered, smiling a little bit at him.
Sam kissed the outside of your thigh, before standing up─We should go, Dean is probably wondering where we are by now.
The thing that had you the most confused about Sam Winchester was how sweet he was with you in the aftercare. It made you hate him a little bit. Maybe engaging in something casual with him would be easier if you didn’t had the impression that he actually cared.
hi babes, update about my last post about one shots: i'm already working on them, but i have been very busy because of tests. i promise i will write them and publish them as soon as i can. thank you to everyone that requested, and thanks for your patient !!!! the requests are still open, just keep in mind i have some others before and it will take me a while to write everything.
hope everyone has a nice day, please take care of yourselves <3 and thanks once again for your requests, i feel bad for not being able to finish everything sooner.
hi loves, it's been a while since i last posted in here, i apologise. it's been a very busy month <///3 the good news; i'm planning a sam winchester x emo reader !!! it's gonna be more of a cute one shot, not smut or anything. so if anyone want a tag when i finish it, please let me know.
hi babes, sorry for being inactive! i'm right at the end of the semester and i'm very busy with tests and projects :( i'll write here again when i have the chance after finishing with my responsibilities (which i hope will be next week). in the meantime, y'all can do your requests for one shots on my profile, the rules are in the pinned post, and i'll write them once i'm free <3
hiii, to remind you all that i'm accepting requests for one shots in my profile. you can check the rules in the pinned post! the characters i'm writing for right now are:
sam winchester.
dean winchester.
castiel.
marauders era characters.
criminal minds characters.
ahs s1-s3 characters.
i'm considering writing rpf x reader too, but i'm not sure yet
kinda new established relationship between sam x f reader and she hasnt had much relationship experience and with sam shes just so infatuated by him and he has trouble wrapping his head around it (as if hes not the most beautiful man ever) but is so grateful and reciprocative of it
like just touch starved reader really who sam is happy to oblige to and touched by how much love she gives him while also reassuring her that shes enough and not out of his league? it could be smut, or just soft intimacy idk T_T
sorry if this sounds kinda weird </3
hiii, don't apologise, it's not weird at all !!! thank you very much for your request, you're actually the first person to ask for a one shot and i loved your idea, it was really really really cute, i loved writing this. i hope you like it <3
ADORE YOU ⤿ sam winchester x fem reader ( fluff )
⤿ notes ─ english is not my first language, so i might make some mistakes while writing. please be kind and patient, thank you! also, you can request one shots on my profile, rules are in the pinned post <3
⤿ summary ─ you and sam just started dating, and you're feeling a little bit insecure regarding certain aspects in your relationship.
⤿ warnings ─ stanford!sam. very fluff, all soft. this is the softest thing i’ve written in my life. reader is insecure about her relationship with sam because she is unexperienced.
You weren’t expecting to fall in love with Sam the first time you met him. Yes, he was very handsome, and intelligent, and compassionate. Yes, he was funny, and empathetic, and attentive. But most important; He was your friend. When the feeling of happiness while catching a glimpse of him from the other side of the room became a sentiment of genuine desire to have him by your side and a weird excitement that grew warm in your chest, you knew it was over. It made you sick to think about wanting him that much, because he was Sam Winchester, one of the smartest boys in his Stanford class, the one that made the best jokes and was friends with everyone even if he was only close with you. There was no way he could like you back.
But he liked you back. Not only did he liked you back, but he was head over heels when it came to you. He was willing to do anything for you.
Except pretend to pay attention to the romantic comedy you rented on a Blockbuster for your usual Friday night dates. In that case, he preferred to stare at you, not even trying to hide his gaze.
You lifted your head to look at him, catching his eyes locked on watching your face. The lights were off, and under the shadows produced by the glow of the tv, you could see a glimpse of his face, the brown hair falling in his forehead in messy strands. You smiled, rolling your eyes in a jokingly manner─Sam!
He smiled back, not a single gram of shame for being caught, leaning his head a little bit closer to you─Yeah?
─Are you paying attention to the movie?
Sam nodded, the arm he had around your shoulders tightening against you to get you closer to his side, affectionately─Of course I’m paying attention.
─What is it about? ─You asked, an slightly accusatory tone in your voice.
─It’s about the actress, right? The one that Julia Roberts is playing, and she falls in love with a normal guy, Hugh Grant─He explained, his smile growing wider, because he knew he was right. Sam was always right─But they can’t be together because she is very well-known and involved with the press, and he is not, so rumors start to get in the way of their relationship.
There was a brief silence between you two, the only noise in the room coming from the tv, before you rested your head on his shoulder─You won this time, Sammy. Just this one.
He kissed your cheek, a sweet kiss. His arm around your shoulders shifted, his hand placed right on your waist caressing your ribs over the clothes in soothing, slow circles─You’re so cute when you pretend to be angry.
─Oh, I am angry─You answered, but the smile in your face revealed that you were lying.
You remained in that position, hugging. The sheets of your bed covered your legs. Exactly in a week, Sam and you would be celebrating your two month anniversary. Before Sam, you didn’t had much experience when it came to relationships, and even if you didn’t wanted to ruin things by expressing your concern, sometimes you felt like it was pretty evident that you didn’t felt like you deserved Sam. He was an amazing friend, and even better boyfriend.
You raised your head to look at him. He was looking at the tv, his eyes analyzing the screen like it was a puzzle, focused on the image of Hugh Grant with a tragic expression. You felt goosebumps just by looking at him, feeling his hand firm in your waist. The smell of his perfume, vague but still noticeable, filled your nostrils. His presence was calming, protective; You felt safe.
You moved your head and kissed his arm, the smell of clean laundry coming from him was familiar, sweet─I love you so much, you have no idea.
He looked at you again, the biggest smile on his face. His hand went from holding your waist to your head, placing the strands of hair that covered your face behind your ear, in such a delicate manner that made you feel butterflies. Sam’s hand stayed in your cheek, caressing it softly─I love you more, princess─He murmured.
You giggled, cuddling against him. Sam left out a little laugh, before he started to kiss you. The movie was long forgotten with the scenes continuing to reproduce in the background, while he kissed your entire face. Gentle, sweet kisses on your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your lips. He kissed, and kissed, and kissed. His mouth tasted like the popcorns you ate at the start of the movie and that were gone by the first half of it. It was innocent, kind, and appreciative. Sam was always like that; He wanted to show you love anytime, everywhere. His other hand flew to your face to hold you in place so he could continue to kiss you. This time, it was a tender kiss in the lips.
After a moment, he paused, his mouth still against yours─I’m so lucky to be yours.
The vulnerability in his tone made your heart hurt a little bit, and without thinking about it much you said─You’re so good to me, Sammy, I don’t know what I did to deserve you.
The silence that came after that was brief. Sam stopped touching you, delicately leaving you on the bed, and searched for the tv control on the night table that was by his side. He paused the movie, that got frozen on the image of a beautiful library. He frowned a little bit, not angry, just confused and concerned. It immediately made you feel wrong, the pressure in your chest getting heavier by the second. You didn’t meant to make him mad or worried, neither to ruin the moment, even if you weren’t sure of what exactly made him react that way─What do you mean? ─He asked, nicely─You’re the best thing that has happened to me, you know? You should never feel like you don’t deserve me.
It was too much, the way he looked at you, the vulnerability. You weren’t capable of raising your eyes to glance at him. You felt embarrassed. It was hard to talk about your insecurities, not with Sam as a person; You knew he would understand, he always understood whenever you didn’t felt great or when you were sad or anxious about something. He knew what to say, and if he didn’t, he was always there for you anyways. It was hard to talk about your insecurities and feelings about a relationship in general because you didn’t wanted to show that part. Not yet, not this early. Maybe never, if it was possible. It scared you. But Sam was looking for an answer, he continued to look at you in silence waiting for it─It’s just that you’re really amazing. And I know I’m not that experienced, neither I’m perfect. I have a lot of flaws. But you’re always so nice to me, I don’t know how to tell you how much I love you.
He listened with attention. Sam continued to look confused, eyebrows frowned. After a moment, he took your hand into his─Hey, don’t be hard on yourself. Everybody has flaws, it’s part of being a human, alright? That doesn’t make me love you any less. I’ve seen every part of you, and I adore them all because every piece is what makes you this pretty person, right here by my side.
You hid your face in his chest. His hand in yours felt like home and his smell was familiar, comforting, his thumb rubbing calming circles in the back of your hand. It became easier to talk about what you were feeling, because he was there, listening like nothing else matter at the moment─I’m sorry.
─You shouldn’t be, you did nothing wrong, it’s okay─He kissed your forehead, kindly─You don’t have to hide what you feel with me. On the contrary, I really want you to tell me when something is not fine so we can talk about it and find a solution. And I don’t want you to ever feel like you’re not enough─He shook his head. His other hand went to your cheek, caressing it carefully, softly. Sam’s eyes were fixed on yours, pure adoration in them, like you were the most wonderful thing in the world─You’re the most important person in my life. Don’t ever doubt that.
There was a sweet, warm feeling of reassurance that went through your body in grateful waves. You could tell Sam was honest; His face, always expressive, showed truth in it─You are also the most important person in my life.
─If you ever feel like this again, tell me and we talk about it─He said, his tone firm but gentle─You are supposed to feel safe and respected in a relationship, and for that is important that you talk about what you need and what you want, alright? I’m not going to judge you for that.
─I’m here for you too─You said, getting closer to him. You kissed his cheek, before looking at his eyes again─Thank you─And you hoped that those simple words would transmit all the things that you wanted to express but didn’t knew how. For the way Sam looked at you, you were sure that he understood what you meant. You kissed him, and his lips parted instinctively, his hand leaving yours to place it in the other side of your head, keeping you still. His touch was gentle, delicate, as his tongue moved slow, savoring the instant. When you separated, he smiled; The soft light of the tv making his features darker, except for the dreamy smile on his face─Anytime you need it, princess.
INTIMATE MOMENTS ⤿ sam winchester x fem reader ( smut )
⤿ notes ─ english is not my first language, so i might make some mistakes while writing. please be kind and patient, thank you! also, you can request one shots on my profile, rules are in the pinned post <3
⤿ summary ─ sam comes home tired after a hard hunting trip.
⤿ warnings ─ smut. porn with a little plot. sam is afraid that he can’t protect the people he loves. unprotected sex. breeding kink. softdom!sam. cheesy sam. a sort of praise kink. back scratching. creampie. lowkey body worship ???? sam prioritizes his girlfriend’s pleasure over his, and he is very happy with that.
Sam loved you. He always did, since the first time you corrected him for saying some incorrect fact about greek mythology, and since then, he could never stop loving you. He was down bad, following you wherever you went, infinite patient and the biggest heart to house the biggest adoration for you.
He also wanted to protect you. It was a juxtaposition; Loving you, but wanting to protect you. Because Sam Winchester knew that he could never protect the people he loved. Being with him was always the most dangerous and suicidal thing someone could do. And still, you stayed. You were the first person to actually stay, to actually care, to see him for what he was and think that it was worthy to remain in his arms.
Sam didn’t liked it when he got hurt during hunting trips, because then, when he was back at the motel, you had to see it. To see him. In pain and completely beaten up, barely able to move without his expression writhing in a grimace. And every time, you led him to bed, helped him lie in there, covered him with the blankets, and comforted him. You were good. Sam felt like he didn’t deserved you most of the time, but he didn’t dare to say that to your face; The one time he did, it made you upset.
When he got to the room, his feet failing in the last moment and almost falling in the doorway, Sam wanted to cry. He felt helpless, and angry. Very angry. That day was particularly hard; Dean and him had to fight against a couple of demons that knew John from hell. It wasn’t only the physical damage; it was also the emotional hurt in them that stuck after the battle. But seeing himself in the reflecting surface of the plastic door, his tired eyes and dark bruises, knowing you had to look at him like that, was overwhelming.
You heard his steps outside the door. The lock turn with a sharp sound, and your figure appeared on the other side, the soft light inside the room tinting your face with shadows. Your eyes warmed, that shine that he liked more than anything, as you looked at him, and your smile faded a little bit when you caught a glimpse of his expression─Oh, Sam. Are you okay? ─Your worried tone made him feel even worse, as you helped him enter the room and walk to the bed. He couldn’t look at you, not yet.
─Don’t worry about it─He murmured, sitting at the edge of the bed. The room was silent and warm, comforting even. It was isolated from the rest of the world, and that made him feel safer inside.
Sam was barely able to finish taking off his socks when you sat down by his side, and placed your hand under his chin, raising his face to meet your gaze. There it was again, the soothing feeling, the love in your eyes that made his chest full─I won’t insist if you don’t want to talk about it, but I’m here for you, love. You know that, right? I want you to feel okay always, or at least, in here. It’s just us. It’s supposed to be a safe space for you.
He kissed your cheek, a brief, cute kiss─ I love you─There was a pause, a silent agreement of waiting that you respected. You knew it wasn’t easy for him to talk about that specific topic; He wasn’t bad at talking about his feelings, but when it came to hunting and keeping you safe from his world, it was a different story. Your finger started drawing little stars in his palm under your hand, before he spoke again─It’s just… It was hard. It was a difficult fight, and I feel stressed right now, that’s all. I just need to distract myself or something.
Or something. There was no implication intended at first, but the moment the words left Sam’s mouth, he understood in what other ways it could be interpreted. He wasn’t going to complain about it, tho. Even less once your hand travelled from his palm to his face again, caressing his cheek with slow, sweet motions─A distraction, huh? ─You kissed the tip of his nose, moving yourself to get closer to him. Your thigh was stuck to his, side by side, an electric connection shooting even through the denim of your pants─You’re very bold, Sam Winchester─Your tone was low, almost a whisper, and it send shivers down your boyfriend’s spine. Something twisted inside his stomach.
He loved the way you spoke his last name. It made him wish to have you as his wife so you could use it too.
─Let me take care of you, huh? ─You said. Your hands were in Sam’s chest, firm muscle under your fingers, slowly caressing his skin over the shirt, escalating, massaging soothing circles over his collarbone, and going up to his shoulders. He was tense, and the second your hands started to caress his shoulders, he let himself relax. He was safe, he was home─Would you allow me to do so?
─Yes─He answered. His voice was deep, and even if he tried to keep his composure, there was something breaking in his tone. His eyes were locked in yours, never leaving you as you got closer, beautiful hazel eyes completely focused on you, begging you to touch him─Please─And it left his lips with a low tone, almost becoming a whine.
You started to unbutton his shirt, going from the upper bottoms to the low ones. When Sam tried to help you, you carefully placed his hands down, over his thighs─No, let me do it. I said that I’m going to take care of you.
Sam tilted his head, looking at you like a lost puppy. There it was, a polite asking in the way his eyebrows frowned a little bit─Sunshine…
─If I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it right─You finished taking off his shirt, and throw it away, falling into the floor. Your eyes ruminated down his chest, an indiscrete look that you didn’t even bothered in trying to hide. The gentleness in your gaze made some feeling grow wider and comfortable in his chest─God, you’re so cute. My pretty man.
Sam felt his stomach twitch with your words, a hot, liquid feeling of arousal that started to run in his veins through his entire body. His hand flew to your hips, pressing down on there. His long fingers clung to the strip of bare skin, in the place right by the edge of your shirt to support you when you moved to raise yourself from the bed and placed one of your legs over him, straddling his lap, facing him ─I’m lucky I have the most beautiful woman saying this to me right now.
You moved your face, briefly kissing his cheek, and then going down to his mouth, your lips barely brushing his, a lingering sensation, teasing. You took your time just like that, so much that Sam grew impatient─Sunshine... ─He started talking. You smiled. Then, you kissed him. It was sweet, but not soft. With him, it could never be soft. Sam Winchester might be tired and beaten up, but he always kissed you like he spent a thousand nights longing for it. He was a starved man when it came to kissing. His tongue entered your mouth, his teeth bit down on your lower lip a little bit, not enough to hurt you, and one of his hands flew to your hair. He pulled you even closer, angling your face so he could kiss you in a more comfortable pace. When he kissed you like that, it seemed like he was expecting your bodies to become one. He craved for it, for melting thanks to the warm that emanated from you and then, become one single person.
Your hands went to his pants, and started fighting with the zipper and the buttons until they were untied. You dropped the clothes down with a little bit of his help, letting them fall absently on the floor, but before you could continue, Sam said─Wait.
You raised your hands, stopping the touch─It’s everything okay?
─Yeah, it’s just that I want you to feel good too─He looked at you, preoccupied eyes staring directly into your soul. You thought you could combust right there, between his arms, sitting in his lap─I feel good when you feel good─And it was true. There was nothing Sam loved more, anything that would send him over the edge, as to see you enjoying sex.
You shook your head, your forehead rubbing against his─Okay.
Sam helped you get rid of your jeans, sliding them down your legs carefully. His right hand flew to squeeze your thigh, soft skin under his touch, tracing the stretch marks with his finger, a pattern that he knew by memory. He loved to kiss you there. He loved to kiss your entire body, to be honest. He wanted to worship every centimeter of it, he wanted to know everything and touch everywhere, he wanted to make you so known by his hands and his mind that he could recall the image of you over him every time he was away─You’re so good at touching me, Sammy─You murmured to his ear, as he continued his way up, his hand moving from outside of your thigh to the inside, getting closer to your core. The praise send a new wave of pleasure through his body, as your hands went up to his head and pulled his hair a little bit, soft but firm─I love your hands, they are big and soft, and they know how to make me feel good. You know how to make me feel good, don’t you?
─Yeah─Sam answered, his other hand going down and helping to part your thighs a little bit more. The only thing that separated you two now was underwear, his hips grinding against yours. Sam took his time; You already teased him, he was going to get his payback now─I will make you feel the best you’ll ever have, sweetheart. I know I will.
His lips were going down, kissing your jaw and your neck, leaving some soft bites on the way. Sam’s hand rose up in your back, slowly caressing the skin, until his fingers found your bra. When it fell off and he threw it away without much consideration, his lips caught your nipple. A soft whimper escaped your lips, your hands pulling his hair a little bit more. It was supposed to be painful, but Sam found it arousing. He moaned against your chest, the vibration sending pleasure through your body, your back arching a little bit in response. Both of his hands were splay all over your back, trying to keep you in place, taking what he wanted, kissing, bitting, and sucking.
─You’re so pretty like this─Sam said, moving his right hand to caress your cheek. He almost seemed scared that his touch could hurt you, as he continued talking─I love you.
With Sam, it wasn’t just having sex. It was almost ritualistic, sacred. The process was more than just connecting and enjoying the momentary pleasure, it was knowing each other, it was more about the intimacy than the act itself. He didn’t just kissed your lips and bit down your jaw, or moaned against your chest; It was about worshipping every part of you, about being drunk in love with everything that conformed you and wanting to have it all at the same time.
Sam lifted you from his lap, and turned around to lay you down on the bed, carefully. You giggled, as he started to kiss your neck again, bites and licks everywhere on your body, marking. Sam took a step back so he could kiss your belly, hands steady on your waist now. He looked up to your eyes, a little grin in his face─May I? ─He said, his hands sliding down your body to the edge of your underwear, his fingers ruminating with the spring that held to your hips.
─Yeah, you can─You answered, corresponding to his smile.
Sam took your undies down, his soft breath against the bare skin of your inner thigh send goosebumps through your body. When he buried his face in between your legs, the pleasure came in waves, crashing against the sheets. You closed your eyes, moans leaving your mouth, and Sam placed his hands in your hips, holding you against the mattress with firm pressure─Oh God─You said, your hands going down and finding his hair, pressing his face closer to your core─Don’t stop, Sammy. You’re doing so great, please don’t stop.
He moaned against you, the vibrations sending a different type of sensation that grew near the base of your stomach.
When that sensation started building up, growing wider and harder, spreading to the entirety of your body, you pushed him away from you, delicately─I want you inside me, I need to feel you come.
Sam didn’t had to be told twice. His eyes shined with excitement, as he got up, leaning down to kiss you while his hands started to take off his own underwear. Your arms rested around his neck, pulling him closer. His body was so warm against yours that it felt like he was on fire, skin burning with touch. Sam aligned himself with you, his eyes looking for confirmation once again─Are you sure? ─He murmured, one of his hands caressing your thigh.
─Yes, please─You answered, raising your head a little bit to kiss the tip of his nose.
Sam moved slowly inside you at first, but when your breath started to break, the pace went faster. They were deep, hard trusts. A layer of sweat covered your hair, and a lock fell in your face thanks to the movement. His hand flew from your thigh to place the strand behind your ear.
The moans were audible, filling the room. Your hands scratched his back, leaving red marks where your nails had contact with the skin. The pain went through him like a sharp knife, a whine left his mouth─I want you to be the mom of my children─He gasped against your neck, his hot breath bathing you with praise─I’m going to fill you, get you pregnant. You’re gonna look so pretty, gonna make a beautiful baby together.
Another moaned left your lips, as he continued to thrust into you, quickly, harshly, and somehow still soft. He was sweet, even like that, even injured, even hungry for you.
The orgasm washed over you, your fingers digging in his back, his face buried in the space between your neck and your shoulder as he lifted himself to avoid hurting you, your walls clenching around him. Sam came with a cry, broken voice as he murmured sweet nothings against your skin, vibrating waves of warm going through your body as you hit the climax.
After a moment, he pulled out. His fingers found the white transparent liquid pouring out of you, and pushes past your folds, pressing it inside you again. He smiles, as he leans over you to kiss your belly, a wet, gently kiss─We’re not going to waste this, are we?
You shook your head. He stood up, searching for the sheets, and covered your body with it. Then, lay down by your side, so close that if you raised your hand, you could touch his face─Sam?
─Yeah? ─He answered, his gaze floating around your lips, your eyes, your nose, every part of your face, noticing every detail. It made your heart flustered.
─We should shower─You said─You’re coming from a hunting, you need to let your muscles get relaxed.
─Can I wash your hair? ─Sam asked, as he started to get up, sitting by the edge of the bed. He turned around his head so he could watch you while talking.
─Sure.
It was the moments of intimacy and comfortable silence between the two of you the ones that made Sam forget the pain for a while. He could worry about supernatural creatures out there the next day; Right in that moment, it was just you and him. Those were his favorite memories when he was away.
hiii i've been working on the sam winchester smut i told you about a few days ago, it's almost finished but after the poll i made (i asked if the general public prefered character x oc, or character x reader, and the second option won) i decided to edit the story so it's a character x reader instead, so between that and fixing some things i didn't really liked about it, it's taking a little bit more than what i originally expected <3 i hope to publish it very soon, if anyone wants to have a tag when it's up please let me know. i'm also taking requests, you can see the guidelines for them in my pinned post, and keep in mind it takes me a while to get things done.
hi loves, i'm writing a sam winchester smut one shot, but before i finish it and post it, i want to know if you would prefer to read character x oc, or character x reader. i'm currently doing character x oc on my OS (not related to a fanfic, just to have a name while writing) but i will glady try character x reader instead if the general consensus is that is preferable. thanks !
⤿ notes ─ english is not my first language, so i might make some mistakes while writing. please be kind and patient, thank you!
⤿ summary ─ dean has a one night stand with a woman he met on a bar; he knows he can't be with her after, but she still captivates him.
⤿ warnings ─ smut. a mention of dean being sad thanks to his dad. lowkey possesive dean ??? blink and you missed it. dean being a little bit of a tease. the woman is also a little bit of a tease, so they match eachother. a bit of a praise kink for both of them. dean being turned on by lipgloss. lowkey sad ending.
She said he could call her Kat, but a few days later when Dean stole Sam’s laptop and searched her name on the web, the results came clean, like she never existed. It wasn’t a surprise, but deep down, Dean hoped that for once, she would’ve let the truth slide. That when he searched for her name, it would’ve really been Kat. But her rules were clear; They had one day together. Just one, no more. And then, she would disappear, no trace behind, no name to follow, no car plates or a number to call. And stupid Dean Winchester, he was all in the second he saw her at the bar.
His eyes focused on her hair, that beautiful long, black hair that feel down her back. And then he saw her face, her pretty and shiny red lips covered in gloss, Dean knew he couldn’t let her get away.
So they talked, a few hours. More than it usually took Dean to convince a woman to go out with him. But time went fast, and by the moment he realized how late it actually was, they were already in a five star motel that she paid in cash.
Dean usually left after sex. He had to go back to his own motel, eat food alone, try to forget the emptiness inside his chest, being happy only when his dad was not around, and since the past few days, his dad had been in a hunting trip, he considered them pretty good. Not this time. He stayed the night. Trying to fool himself with the idea that it was just because the bed was comfy, and the food in the mini fridge was fine. In reality, he was way too interested in Kat for his own good.
She looked at him with the prettiest eyes he had ever seen, and the absolute satisfaction in her face whenever he was around, whenever he did what she asked, it was poetic in a way that left him wanting more and more.
She was classy. She had large boots with a platform, skinny jeans that seemed high quality, and a designer t-shirt that probably was way more valuable than Dean’s car. She also had this feather jackets, that in other circumstances Dean would find completely ridiculous, annoying, a turn down. Not when it came to Kat. He was so intrigued by her, by the way she moved and the whispers in his ear, the smell of her hair, that he saw being sprayed with a Dolce & Gabbana perfume when she was getting ready, he could never find it annoying.
He thought that maybe part of the charm in the young woman was the fact that she never revealed too much. During the course of the night he found that she was rich, richer than Dean could ever been in his life. He learned that she was an Ivy League student, and that her parents didn’t cared enough for her to bother whenever she disappear into the suburban areas of their state.
Kat looked at Dean. The sunset in the horizon made her face shine, as she took the pack of Malboro cigarettes out of her pocket─Is it okay for me to smoke in your car?
Dean shrugged, one hand on the wheel and another one on her thigh. He could feel her skin burning under his touch, and it felt just right for them to be like that at the moment. He knew it wasn’t going to last. He knew it, because she told him since the beginning; It was a night together, another day maybe, but no more. No research, no contact; She would vanish, and Dean would stay forever with the memories of the magical summer night, wondering if it ever truly happened. But it was real, it felt so real─Yeah, sure.
She lighted it up. Kat took a drag, and the edge of the cigarette let the smoke go up to the roof. Dean knew it was going to stink, but he didn’t cared. He was way too busy placing his attention in the way her lips wrapped around the little stick, the red stain of her gloss in the base.
Kat saw him staring. She smiled, and leaned to kiss him, taking Dean by surprise. But her lips were soft against his, and he could taste the nicotine in her tongue, a part of the smoke she caught in her mouth was exchanged between them. Dean almost closed his eyes. He wanted to get lost in her insides, but he needed to continue driving. So instead, he placed his hand in the back of her head, and pulled her away a little bit, reluctantly─Honey, I need to keep driving…
Kat left a kiss in his neck, making him shiver─Okay─She said innocently, and sitting back on her place. Like it never happened.
Dean didn’t wanted to continue driving, because it was still half an hour of road to the city. And then, he would take Kat to the subway and she would enter the line that would lead her to a street, two blocks away from the mall she left her convertible Lexus parked, and would get lost forever. At least that’s what she told him she would do. It was the end. Dean tried to ignore it, because ignoring that fact was easier than recognizing the absolute urge to kiss her again, to lead her into the back of his car, to try to convince her to stay. He was prideful and never begged. He wasn’t going to start now.
─I like your car─Kat said, looking through the window.
─I like it too─Dean answered.
She smiled─How much do you want for it, Dean?
─Not for sale.
Kat turned her head over to see him─Really? I could give you $50,000 dollars. Cash, you won’t get in trouble with the bank.
Dean stopped looking at the road, to focus his eyes in the gaze of the woman that was already looking at him─Not for sale.
─$100,000 dollars. Still cash─She offered again.
And God, it was way more money than the actual price of the car. Let alone, better than the actual price of an Impala 67 in great conditions. Still, Dean smiled─Not for sale, sweetheart. It was a gift from my father.
Kat shrugged her shoulders. She seemed sad when they talked about parents─Okay─Some silence. A few minutes, and then she spoke again─My dad was never the type to do gifts. He was never the type to show love, whatsoever.
Dean stayed silent. He wasn’t expecting the suddenly urge of confession, but he also wasn’t going to ruin it for her. Kat interpreted the silence as an approval to keep talking─My mom is the contrary, actually. When they divorced, she stayed with a big part of the enterprise and started to gift me lots of things to avoid the guilt. She bought me a Barbie Mansion and everything.
─What does your mom’s company do? ─Dean asked, and at the very same second he knew he wasn’t getting an answer.
─Sorry, that’s off…
─Yeah, I know. It’s off the rules─He said, in an already rehearsed phrase.
Kat only let him know whatever she liked. Dean could ask, and it was like playing the roulette with the questions. Sometimes she would answer, sometimes she would not. And other times, she would reveal the information herself without having to express the doubt. It was guessing, and pushing a little bit, and then watching. It was like some kind of primal game and Dean was fascinated with it.
After a brief silence, Kat looked at him again─What time is it?
He looked at the old, barely functioning watch he carried─6:00 pm.
─We have time─She said, as she unbuckled her seatbelt and turned off the cigarette by pressing it against the dusty ashtray that Dean had in his car.
Dean smiled a little bit. The doubt, the little annoying feeling that had started to settle after the vulnerable conversation between them, vanished in a second─Time for what?
─You know what─Kat hummed in his ear. He didn’t needed to be told twice, and slowly drove to the side of the road.
The Impala fell off the cement to the green grass in the side, near the sign that asked to not throw trash in the place. Dean parked the car by a big elm, the shadows barely letting the brief sunlight draw dark images in their eyes, protecting them from the outside view. It wasn’t exactly the most romantic setting, and still somehow, the sun over their heads and the big leafs that reflected their beautiful designs over the car hood made it magical.
In a second, Kat was already on top of him. Dean groaned while she moved on his lap, her hips against his, as she placed her hands in the base of his neck. When they started kissing, his hand flew over to her hair, his whole palm being big enough to cup her head. Some locks of hair got intertwined in between Dean’s fingers, and he closed his hand into a fist. Kat let out a small moan, while he pulled her closer and closer, trying to reduce the space between their bodies to zero, moving a little bit to adjust.
─Keep doing that, yeah?─He said in between the kiss they shared. It was passionate, it was raw, and he could barely contain himself when she rolled her hips again, her thighs straddling him to the seat. There was something so dirty about it, about the way Dean would pull her hair carefully, about her hips rolling in his lap, the mist inside the car tinting the windows.
Kat stopped kissing his lips, to start placing her mouth on his jaw, his neck, under the earlobe. Everywhere she could reach. Dean let her. He placed the arm that wasn’t on her hair around her waist, and pulled her closer, like if doing so could make her stay after that moment. Dean could feel her smiling, before she was pulling away for a second to place her hands in his lower abdomen, near the starting line of his jeans, one of her fingers tracing the area, painfully slow, going up and down. He shivered under her touch, involuntarily, raising his hips a little bit─Fuck─Dean said, throwing his head back.
Kat’s hand started crawling up his chest, taking Dean’s shirt with her, revealing the bare skin to her eyes. He stopped holding her hair and hip, and flexed his arms in a way that made it easier for her to take it off. When she did, Dean couldn’t contain himself─Do you like what you see? ─He asked, that petty smile on his face when he realized she was passing her gaze through the entirety of his body in a very undisguised way.
Instead of playing into his game and denying it, Kat crossed her arms, looking at him. She was imposing, sitting in his lap, taller than him for just a few centimeters─Actually yes, pretty much. You’re a sexy man.
Dean could feel his cheeks burn. He answered, in the same playful tone, trying to ignore the feeling that started to settle in the base of his stomach and in between his legs─You’re making me blush─His tone was playful, even sarcastic, so it could pass as a joke. It wasn’t a joke, not really. The need was consuming him.
She smiled─You’re being bratty. I should give you nothing, leave you like this─Kat’s tone was firm as she moved slowly, teasing─You don’t deserve it.
Her words moved something violently inside Dean’s stomach. He wasn’t the type to beg, never. But right there, at that moment, he felt like he almost could do it. But being responsive and unbothered was way more fun; Dean liked the foreplay as much as he enjoyed everything else─God, you’re so hot when you go all bossy─He murmured, kissing her again, his mouth hungrier than ever. His teeth crashed against her bottom lip, and he bit it slightly, tasting, feeling, needy.
After a few minutes, Kat separated from the kiss, and started to trace her way through his face, neck, chest. Her lips were everywhere again. The lip-gloss had already started to fade, and Dean found it extremely upsetting; He wanted it to be visible, an almost animalistic desire of being hers. The oily texture of the first kisses thanks to the excess of product in her lips made him feel weirdly turned on, the marks in his jaw and neck were still there, and when he lifted his right hand from Kat’s hip to redirect the driving mirror in his direction, the reflection of his face and Kat’s back looking right at him, the arousal took over his body; In the image he was seeing, Dean was all covered up in the red marks of Kat’s lips, temporally tattooed into his skin.
Kat saw him staring at something behind her, so she turned around her head; The movement making one stripe of light that came through the window hit directly her face, allowing him to see her expression clearly, all swollen lips and ecstatic eyes. She wetted her lips, looking at him again─Would you like me to put on more lip-gloss?
─Would you like to? ─He asked.
─Of course, we can do whatever you want─Kat answered, moving her torso a little bit to take her purse that was sitting in the passenger seat, still straddling him with her thighs. The two seats in the Impala were classic, very different from new cars, and it didn’t had the central compartment; Both the drivers and passenger seats were, in reality, one big seat inside the car. So it didn’t take her much effort to barely bend a little bit and grab the bag─I’m enjoying this too.
─Kinky, don’t you think? ─Dean always had to make a joke, no matter the moment. It was his usual reaction to being nervous, and excited, and turned on, and sad. It was his usual reaction to everything vulnerable, in reality. And sex was very enjoyable for him, but it also required a certain level of vulnerability.
Kat just winked, while she took out the lip-gloss, applying a considerate amount on her lips. Dean watched her, the way her hand moved slowly to trace the curve, that little scar near the corner of her mouth, the soft and sticky cape of glossy oil that covered it. When she finished, she leaned in again to kiss him.
It was a hungry kiss, urgent. The strawberry taste of her gloss would stick with him for a few days, and even weeks later, Dean would still think about it. He let her kiss him, as he slipped his hands up her body his fingers entertained with the edge of her shirt. Kat placed her fingers on his shoulders, sliding them slowly through his chest, as Dean raised up her shirt and took it off.
Then, in a quick and soft movement, he bent them both to straddle her against the seat. Kat’s legs were still at his hips, and she folded them to hold herself against him. Dean leaned, his muscular body hovering over hers, protective. He held himself up by placing his right hand in the leather spot of the car between Kat’s shoulder and face, while his other hand touched the skin of her belly, tracing its way up, playing with her breast. She smiled─A little bit eager, huh?
Dean was about to kiss her again, and stopped his way in the middle─If you want me to stop…
─Who said anything about stopping? ─Kat answered. And for the first time since last night, for the first time in all the shared intimate moments they had, Dean could see her mask break for an instant. She wanted that to happen as bad as him. She needed it to happen.
He kissed her jaw, going down eagerly, burying his face in her neck. Kat smelled like expensive perfume, and her skin tasted sweet. Her hands flew to his hair, holding Dean in place, as he continue to lick and bite everywhere he could reach, sucking, little red and purple marks appearing almost immediately, marking. He couldn’t remain with her, but he was about to make damn sure a part of him lingered over for the next days after it ended.
Dean’s hands caressed her hips before hooking his fingers in the waistband of her jeans, pulling them down. The weather outside was cold, but the atmosphere in the car was intoxicating. Kat sat back, lying against the passenger seat door, to take off her boots. When she finally finished, Dean helped her to get rid of the trousers and her underwear.
─I’m going to make you feel so good─Dean murmured, as he crawled to her, kissing her neck. His knee was placed in between her legs, as he started unbuckling his belt. Kat watched him do it, her hand over his thigh. Even through his pants, the contact of her hand was warm, the type of heat that spread in his veins and rushed his need for more of that feeling.
There was something so carnal, and still soft, about the way that Dean wrapped his arms around her torso. He was desperate, as he caged her against the seat, the leather under them making it’s respective sound at the movement. Kat moaned, hands around Dean’s biceps, her fingers so pressed that it would surely leave a mark later. It was so much. It was hot, and intense, and the feeling of him all inside, over and around her was overwhelming. Kat wanted to get lost in that feeling forever─God, Dean…─She wanted to say something more, but it didn’t occur to her what phrase exactly could describe how she was feeling.
He could taste the smoke in her mouth still. The way the natural lights outside the window tinted her face in different tones, the shadows of themselves projecting into the walls of the car, Dean could never forget it. It was part of what made the moment unique, part of the immortalization of her person, the reason the memory of their affair would stay with each other even when they were gone.
─Do you think I’ve already earn it, huh? ─He groaned, his mouth going down from the side of her head, dragging his lips along her cheek and her jaw─Am I already deserving of this?
Kat opened her eyes, smiling a little bit, as she pulled his head up until their lips were almost touching, the ghost of her mouth over his was driving Dean insane─Yeah, you’ve earn it.
Their kiss was a complete fusion of their bodies, all tongue and teeth, hungry, desperate. The warm excitement started to build up in Kat’s belly, as she chased the higher point. She felt drunk, the smell of Dean’s shampoo in her nose, the feeling of his hard muscles under her fingers, his tongue everywhere and still, Kat wanted more. He talked her through it, telling her how beautiful she was, how amazing she felt─I want you to feel good, yeah? Let me take care of you, let me handle this, I’m going to make you feel so full.
Kat raised her head, a moan leaving her mouth at the words, the firm tone in it, like it wasn’t just a goal but something that he knew was going to happen─Keep going─She murmured.
─You look so pretty like this─Dean wanted it all; He felt like he could drown in the waves of pleasure that followed her release, the way her legs wrapped around his hips to keep him close, the sounds that came out of her mouth, and lead to his. Dean knew he was going to miss her, that nothing would ever be the same after that day, but he continued to avoid thinking about it, because right at the moment, he had her. He had her, and he was going to do anything in his power to remember every inch of her face, her body, the sound of her voice and the pitch of her laugh. He was determined to remember her.
When things calmed down, they kept quiet. Dean was thinking about a way to make conversation without fucking things up, when Kat raised her head to meet his eyes─Thank you, Dean. Really. You gave me the best day of my life, I’m never going to forget this.
He didn’t say anything. Dean ruminated on the possibility of being honest, telling her that he was never going to forget her, that he wanted her, that he felt lonely and sad, and that the day they spend together was the most exciting thing that ever happened to him. He wanted to tell her about his job and his last name. Instead, he smiled a little bit─Thanks─He said, trying to ignore the absolute crushing hole inside his chest.
