~Dirty Sammy Blurb Ahead~
That Damn Sweater
You knew what you were thinking was wrong. You shouldn’t be thinking about how hot and sweaty Sam’s abs were underneath all those layers. That damn Dad sweater on top of a button up. You just wanted to run your hands up under that sweater and shove it off of him, licking a long, wet line down the curves of his rippling muscles.
You wanted to watch them twitch underneath your hands as you neared his cock as he watched you with his mouth slightly open, eyes lust blown, breathing heavy as you closed in on your target.
You wanted to hear the groan punch out of him as you wrapped your small hand around his girth, your tongue sliding along the smooth member before swallowing him, letting his tip bump the back of your throat.
“Y/N?” Sam asked, a smile spreading across his face. “Earth to Y/N!” he repeated, snapping his fingers in front of your face.
“Shit,” you said, coming to and meeting Sam’s eyes, a blush rising on your cheeks.
“You okay?” he asked, a knowing smile spreading across his face as he closed the space between you, his hand landing on your hip, his lips grazing your ear.
“I’d be better if you weren’t wearing this fucking sweater, Winchester,” you growled, burying your face in his neck and inhaling deeply as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.
His arms encircled your waist, lifting you easily off the ground, kissing your neck sweetly.
“I’m pretty sure that can be arranged,” he whispered, setting you on the ground again and pulling away to look into your eyes.
“Come on, Sam. I think Dean can wrap up the interview,” you said, biting your lip and dragging Sam to the Impala, the only thing on your mind was the dirty daydream and making sure every last bit of it came to fruition.