Warnings: smut, masturbation, multiple orgasms, claim!kink (kinda), jealous!Sam, possessive!Sam, rough sex, smutty fluff, biting!kink, small mention of blood at the end, cursing, unprotected sex (WRAP IT UP),
Sam knows how jealousy feels. He’d never really been able to describe it before, never thought he’d felt it, but at this exact moment in time, Sam knows he could probably write an entire novel on the dark, shitty feeling that jealousy is.
He’s drinking a lot, and the alcohol’s starting to infect his blood, his vision blurring slightly on the edges. Envy burns through his entire body, his jaw is tense and sore from clenching it for the past hour and a half, and his knuckles are white, the skin stretched tight over tendon and bone.
Jealousy isn’t a feeling all of its own. To Sam (or at least drunk Sam), it’s just another form of anger.
Sharing Can’t Be Wrong... - Dean x Reader x Sam (One Shot)
A/N: So, you all wanted this to continue. I left it open as a teaser, and it went over really well. Now, the full thing is here. Who doesn’t want the Winchesters to share them? Hope you all enjoy! As always feedback appreciated!
You were startled awake by the muffled sound of Sam shuffling around your shared bedroom. You could tell by his slow and deliberate movements he was trying really hard not to wake you, so you pretended to be asleep so as not to ruin his sweet gesture, even if he was a bull in a china shop no matter how hard he tried.
You watched your tall man through your barely-opened eyes as he peeled off his shirt and hung it in the closet. Something inside you began to tingle as you watched him. It felt sexy and rebellious watching as he undressed, as if it was a private show just for you - even if he didn’t know it.
A/N: I kind of tried to objectify Sam ;)Thanks to @imadeangirl-butimsamcurious for beta. I hope you guys like it. As always feedback is appreciated. ;)
You walked into your and Sam’s shared bedroom only to see your boyfriend lounging on the couch with his laptop still in his lap - probably doing some research - and still dressed in his Fed clothes, except the coat and tie. The white shirt he was wearing showed off his upper body just perfectly, his broad chest looking even broader, biceps egging to be freed from the white cotton shirt and the folded cuffs that gave you a splendid view of his impressive forearms. Your eyes moved towards his lower abdomen only to be mesmerized by how tightly the pants were surrounding his flawless thighs. You were practically drooling over Sam and then the realization hit you that he was all yours, so you started making your way towards him. Sam noticed you and after mumbling a barely audible, “Hi,” his attention was on the laptop again.
You sighed, thinking how indulged he was in his boring research, but you had your ways to distract him.
“Saaa-aaam,” you said in a sing-song voice, then started to pull the laptop away from him.
He let out a chuckle and raised his eyebrows in an inquisitive manner as you straddled his - now free from laptop - lap.
“You don’t give me your attention,” you pouted.
“Oh, Sweetheart, all my attention is yours.” Sam winked.
“Really?” You started tracing your pointer finger on his chest, making invisible patterns. “Let’s play then.”
Just when the words were out of your mouth, Sam snaked his arms around your waist and stood up, his other hand guiding your legs to his waist.
You gasped at the sudden man-handling. “Someone was really into his research few moments ago.”
“And some beautiful woman just distracted him.” He gave a little tug to your earlobe and moved towards the bed.
This is a lot better than researching, you thought.
Summary: After keeping it bottled up for so long, you finally tell the boys and your father, John, about how you feel about him leaving you when you were little.
Life on the road was different to what you grew up knowing. Before you were involved in the supernatural world, you lived in a small village with your mother; it was just you and her in your small house. You had no brothers or sisters, you had an absent father most of your life- that was until he decided he had time for you. When she died, you were forced into the world of evil. You were involved with the monsters and the apocalypse and everything in between. This life, honestly, sucked; but it wasn’t like you had any other choice.
Summary: Dean and reader run into her ex at a party.
Warnings: Mention of cheating, swearing, implied smut
“Zip me up?” I say as I walk into Dean’s room. He looks at me, mouth slightly agape, and nods.
“You look beautiful.” He whispers slightly, taking a hold of my zipper and pulling it up. I smiled at him, blushing.
“You don’t look too bad yourself, Winchester.” I respond, admiring him in his suit. We were on a case tonight- one that required us to go undercover to a party. I wasn’t complaining; I never got to be dressed up, and this was my one excuse to feel like a girl.
I grew up with the Winchester boys. My mom passed away giving birth to me, and my dad Bobby took me in afterwards. He tried to give me the most normal life possible, sending me to regular high school and keeping me away from hunting. Unfortunately, I was a rebel, and anytime my “older brothers” Sam and Dean would come to visit, I’d make them teach me how to hunt. By the time my dad had died, I had just graduated high school and I had nowhere to go. Sam and Dean took me in. They figured that they had taught me enough about hunting in the past that I could join them on the road.
A few years have gone by, and all those years of secret training definitely payed off. I’m a great hunter, maybe even better than the boys. Not that I would ever tell them that.
“Dean, are you ready? We have to go now if we want to make it on time.” Sam came into his room. He slightly smirked when he saw I was in Dean’s room, but it disappeared once he saw that I noticed. Sam has been suspecting something going on between Dean and I since the moment I started living with them, despite it not being true. Dean is my best friend, that’s all. My hot as hell best friend, but that doesn’t change anything.
“Are you ready, (Y/N)?” Dean asks me.
“Let’s go.” I say, nodding. I grab my purse and we make our way out of the bunker. I feel eyes on me as I walk in front of them, and I smile a little bit, knowing that I looked good.
We get to the event fashionably late, and try to make ourselves fit in. Everyone here looked very rich, and they were all beautiful. I held my head a little higher, trying to fit in with the crowd.
“What exactly are we looking for again?” I ask Sam, grabbing a glass of champagne. I down it quickly.
“Cursed object. Necklace. It’s supposed to be upstairs in one of the bedrooms. We need to find a way to get up there.”
“I can go get it. Say I was looking for the bathroom.” I shrugged.
“You’re right. No one’s going to suspect a beautiful girl of anything.” Dean said. I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not, but at the chance that he was, I felt butterflies in my stomach.
In case my plan of looking for the bathroom failed, I grabbed another glass of champagne to take with me, so I could just act like a drunk lost girl if needed. I walk up the stairs, making an effort to blend in with the crowd so no one thought anything of it.
I find the necklace with ease (It was the ugliest thing I have ever seen- I don’t know why anyone would wear such a thing), and tuck it into my purse. As I walk out of the room, I hear a girl giggling down the hallway. I turn my head and see a beautiful blonde girl stumbling out of another bedroom, with a man following behind her. I take a closer look, and see… Josh?
Josh was my boyfriend all throughout high school. My first love, and also my first heartbreak. He cheated on me. I haven’t seen him since I graduated, and that was ten years ago. Desperate to avoid an awkward “How have you been?” talk, I turn around and try to walk away.
“(Y/N)”? Josh exclaims.
Shit. I turn around slowly and try to look excited to see him.
“Wow, Josh, hi!” I say. He leans over for a hug, but I don’t hug him back. “So, who’s this?” I ask, not really caring but trying to be polite.
“This is…” He trails off. “What’s your name again, sweetie?” He asks the blonde chick. My mouth drops open. She looks very offended, and slaps him. He rubs his jaw as she stomps downstairs.
“Well, I guess it doesn’t matter now, does it?” He laughs.
As he keeps rambling on about shit I couldn’t care less about, I pull out my phone and text Dean.
SOS. Need you up here now.
I put my phone away and pretend like I just heard anything that he just told me. I hear someone running up the stairs and I pray that it’s Dean.
Prayer answered. Dean appears in sight, looking around for me, ready to pull out his gun.
“Dean, baby.” I walk up to him, kissing his cheek. He looks intensely confused, but goes along with it.
“Josh, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Dean.” I smile, wrapping my hand in his and standing as close as possible.
“Uh, hi.” Dean says, reaching to shake his hand. He looks down on me, a look of “what the fuck is going on”, but I don’t say anything.
“Say, (Y/N)… Isn’t he a little… Old for you?” Josh says, with a disgusted look on his face.
“Excuse me?” Dean scoffs, offended. “I’m only 38.”
“You’re a whole ten years younger than him. He rich or something?” Josh laughs, judgement echoing through his voice.
“No, I’m actually with him because he’s amazing in bed. Oh, man, that dick is-“ I start, but Dean cuts me off.
“Okay,” Dean says, letting out a breath that sounds like he’s been holding in for a long time. “(Y/N), let me talk to this guy for a moment.”
You listen to him, and walk to the other side of the hallway. You see Sam at the bottom of the stairs, and he gives you a look of confusion. I tell him to give you a minute. I try and hear what Dean is telling Josh, but I can only make out a few words. Judging by the look on Josh’s face- I don’t guess it’s good.
“We’re done here.” Dean growls, walking over to you. Josh stares at you guys, eyes wide and terrified. As if to prove a point, Dean grabs my ass as we walk away, making sure he sees it.
The car ride back to the bunker is silent. Sam tried to talk a few times, but Dean would him to shut up before he could even get a second word out.
Sam and Dean went straight to their individual rooms once we got there. Sam was annoyed at Dean for him being an asshole the whole way home, but I couldn’t figure out why Dean was still so pissed. I can talk to him about it in the morning.
I changed into my pajamas and laid down in bed, turning on the TV. Right as I got into my show, I hear a knock on my door.
“Come in,” I say. Dean walks in, wearing only pajama shorts and no shirt. I can’t help but admire how attractive his body is.
“Can we talk?”
“Sure.” I turn off the tv, giving him my full attention.
“Am I old?” He frowns, sitting on my bed. I look at him, in shock he would even ask that.
“Not at all. Look if this is about what Josh said, he’s just an asshole, don’t take it to heart.”
“It’s not just that. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. I can’t get away with saying I’m in my twenties anymore to chicks.” He laughs, running his fingers through his hair.
“You don’t need to lie about your age, Dean. You’re fuckable regardless. Look at you, you’re like-“ I stopped myself. I go quiet. I have no idea why I even just said that. Must be the champagne.
I avoid looking at him. I basically just told him I want to have sex with him.
“(Y/N), look at me.” He says softly. I look up at him, and he leans in. I can’t even begin to process what was happening until he was on top of me and we were making out.
“Fuck, (Y/N), you have no idea how long I have been wanting to do that.” Dean says, pausing.
“I never said I wanted you to stop.”.
Well, let’s just say, I was right- he is amazing in bed.
Summary: When investigating a apartment Dean, Sam, and Y/N discover a paddle. Y/N gets nervous seeing it and the brothers soon discover she likes to be spanked.
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, spanking, dirty talk, public sex, smut,
Word Count: 2,202
A/N: Thank you @attractiverandomness for beta reading girl! This one was hot to write I very much enjoyed it, and I hope you do as well.
“You said all the windows and doors were locked?” You questioned the elderly landlord standing in front of you. “There were no signs of forced entry and nothing was stolen?”
“No, it’s just like I told the officers Agent Rowling, there was nothing in here but the dead girl.” She looked around the empty apartment apprehensively, before her eyes were drawn to the blood stained wood. “All I know is the neighbors were complaining about the smell. That’s when we found her; the poor thing.” She shook her head back and forth, holding her fist in front of her mouth and nose. “I hope you three find the sick bastard who did this.” She nodded, clearly affected by the trauma.
I sit back in my chair, lightly tapping my chin in thought as my eyes ran over the article I had pulled up on my laptop. We were struggling to find anything that lead to an actual case. I’d been scrolling through what seemed to be an endless collection of this weeks newspapers. Dean had gone out to collect supplies and it was up to me and Y/N to find a case. Only, I was getting worried about my girl. She was getting worse. I knew she was strong and she had a good way of acting as though everything was fine. But I can tell when it’s bad. And it was currently bad. It was now 11am and I hadn’t heard her moving around yet.
Concerned, I close the laptop and head towards her room. I knock and wait. No one answered, I didn’t get her usual mumble and something told me she wasn’t wearing headphones. “Y/N?” I spoke softly, turning the doorknob. As the door creaked open my eyes fell upon her. She was slumped against the wall, head in her hands as she cradles herself. She didn’t bother looking up. “Y/N…” My heart broke to see my baby girl like this. She was so so strong and brave. Why couldn’t she see this?
I rush over to her and sit down next to her. She looks up, her eyes tired and on the verge of tears. “Dad.” She whispers, her voice breaking. “Hey sweetheart.” I manage. “It’s getting bad again.” She said, looking up at me. Her expression was lost and vulnerable. I felt an ache as I tried to understand what she was going through.
“Come here.” I whisper softly, cradling her in my arms. Y/N leaned into my embrace, closing her eyes and holding onto me like I was her life source. I held my arms wrapped around her as I brought her into my chest. I remember finding out when I had a daughter. I was so scared I’d be an awful father and scared she wouldn’t like me. I had no idea how to be a parent. But Y/N is the best gift I ever had. She’s everything she thinks she isn’t.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you sweetheart.” I assure her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and tightening my grip around her. She sniffed, her body shaking slightly from her silent tears. “I love you…so much.” I smile sadly through my own tears, my hand gently stroking her hair. The hunt could wait, because right now my daughter needed me.
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Request: sam’s sucidal daughter, maybe? Something i coulf really use right now 🌈 *runs off to reread your imagines to cheer myself up* thanks 🌈
Aww thank you, boo ^^ Sorry this took a while, but I hope you’re doing okay, love xxx If you ever want to talk to me, anon or not, I’m always here for you <3
Words: 2,058(I may have gotten a little carried away)
Dean x Reader
Summary: Reader is Castiel’s daughter and is sneaking around with Dean.
Warnings:SMUT!!, daddy kink
Being Jimmy’s oldest daughter wasn’t easy. I had to accept at a young age that I would never see my father again, but in his place was this… Being. Castiel. At first he scared me, and I refused to be around him. “You’re not my dad…” I remember telling him the first time I met him. But as I continued to get older, I started to value him more, and I consider him to be my father now.
Today, I’m in college, still living with Jody. Even though Alex and Claire might not appreciate her, I do. After my little sister and I were left with no one, she was nice enough to let the two of us stay with her. Even now, when she’s technically not responsible for me anymore since I’m almost twenty-two, she lets me stay here instead of forcing me to live in a dorm. I will be eternally grateful, and Claire’s actions just pissed me off sometimes.
“Y/N, dinner time! And while you’re up there, tell Claire to get out of her room and join us!” Jody yelled from the kitchen downstairs. I picked my head up from my lore book, marking my place and setting it down gently on my bed. The one, and probably only, thing that my sister and I did have in common was our eagerness to hunt. Even then, that’s a long shot. She’s irresponsible, and half the time she’s wrong. I’m surprised she’s not in jail yet, even with Jody being the sheriff.
I close my door on my way out of my room, and pop my head into Claire’s room.
“Time to eat.” I tell her, watching her writing in a notebook.
“And I don’t care. Come downstairs.” I roll my eyes. She huffs and rolls her eyes, but ultimately gets up and following me to the kitchen. God, her food smells so good.
“Where’s Alex?” I ask.
“Out with friends, I guess. She was vague on details.” Jodi tells me, setting my plate on lasagna on the table.
“She’s probably out having sex with that new boyfriend of hers.” Claire snickered.
“Her boyfriend’s an asshole, I don’t know why she’s with him.” I respond.
“Oh, you’re one to talk. You’re the one who screws-“ She started, but cut herself off when she realized she was going too far. A look of panic crosses my face, and Jody looks at me quizzically. Thankfully, she doesn’t push it any further.
“Hey, Y/N, I was going to tell you earlier but I forgot. Dean called me earlier, said they need extra help on a hunting trip. Asked if you wanted to go along.”
“What? Of course I want to!” I practically yelled.
“I figured. They’ll be here tomorrow morning. After dinner, go pack.”
“That’s so not fair!” Claire whined. “They never invite me to go hunting with them.”
“I’m older than you, and quite frankly, a better hunter. So, quit.” I say, trying to stop the conversation before it happened. She has no filter.
I finish my dinner quickly, and excuse myself to my room to pack, only thinking about Dean. There had always been chemistry between the two of us, but he didn’t ever act on it until about a year ago. There was a case in the next town over, so Sam and Dean stayed at our house. One night, we were drinking a little, one thing led to another and we slept together.
We both felt extremely guilty about it. Not only was I only 20 years old, meaning he’s almost double my age, but because I’m his best friend’s daughter. Castiel cared about me and treated me like a daughter to the best of his ability, and if he found out that Dean had just screwed his daughter silly… I didn’t even want to think about it.
For a while, we avoided each other. When we did see each other after that, we never talked about that night. It was strictly business, or him asking how I have been. But I could see the way he looked at me. I could feel his staring at me when he doesn’t think I notice. I see the way he always seems to want to tell me something, but never does.
Claire noticed, too. “What’s going on between you and Dean? He’s looks at you like a man looks at his fiancé on their wedding day.” She finally asked one day, as we were sitting in her room together watching TV.
I made the mistake of hesitating to answer. She threatened to tell Jody, or worse, Castiel, if I didn’t tell her what happened. She promised not to tell anybody, but oh man, did she hold that over my head anytime she wanted something.
The second time we did it, it was in his impala. Castiel had called me, asking if I could accompany him in a hunt. I obliged, thinking it would only be us two. I showed up and got the surprise of my life when I saw the boys there, too. I don’t remember exactly how we ended up together in the car, but there had been so much sexual tension between us, going unspoken. We just started ripping each other’s clothes off, and had some really great sex in the backseat.
Ever since then, Dean and I had been finding every excuse to be together. The hard part was keeping it a secret and making sure no one was suspicious.
I finish packing, excited to see him tomorrow. I shouldn’t be this excited. He doesn’t want a relationship, I know that. I know it’s strictly sex. But a part of me wants more. I want to be able to call Dean my boyfriend, to able to not sneak around with him. I want to be able to tell him how much I love him, to feel happy with him. To have that “apple pie life.” But I know he couldn’t give me that even if he wanted to. His life was too fucked up for that. He was too fucked up for that.
I sigh, climbing into bed, and try to shut out my feelings.
“Rise and shine, Y/N.” I hear a man’s voicing saying from the doorway, a voice I immediately recognize. I groan, pulling the covers over my face.
“God, Dean, what time is it?” I croak out.
“Early. We gotta get out of here now if we want to be there by tonight.” He says, pulling the covers off my bed. I glare at him, looking at the clock on my nightstand.
“It’s four a.m. I want sleep.”
“Sleep in the car. You already know its comfortable back there.” He smirks, making me throw a pillow at him.
“I’ll be there in five minutes.”
I hurriedly get myself somewhat presentable, brushing my hair and teeth, and changing into regular clothes before grabbing my backpack and walking out the door. I walk past Claire’s room on the way, stopping and hugging her before I leave. I do this every time I leave for a hunt. I never know what could happen, and regardless of how annoyed she gets me, I love her.
I get to the impala, and notice that Sam isn’t there. I look at Dean, confused, but get into the passenger side of the car.
“He’s meeting us there.” Dean replies, pulling out of the driveway and taking off. I felt my phone buzz, and see a text from Claire.
‘Should I start sucking Sam’s dick so I can get invited on hunts, too?’
I ignore the text, shutting it off and putting it in my bag. I don’t get to see Dean often- I’m not letting her ruin it.
The road trip was quiet and uneventful. I slept almost the entire time, and when I wasn’t sleeping, I was reading, which made Dean laugh.
“Maybe you should be with Sammy instead, you nerd.” He would joke. Every few minutes, he would look over at me and smile, not thinking that I could see him.
Before I knew it, it was already almost ten at night and we still had another three hours left of driving. I thought that Dean would just keep driving it, seeing that it was only three hours and he did this for a living, but after a few minutes he pulls into some sketchy looking motel.
“Motel, huh?” I tease.
“Shut up,” He laughs. He goes inside to get a room key while I start getting stuff out of the impala. I giggle slightly when I see that he still has my socks sitting in the floor board of his car. When we had sex in his car that one time, I accidentally left my socks after I left. He tried to return them to me, but I told him to keep them as a good luck charm, completely joking. But he never got rid of them.
It’s something stupid to be all giggly about.
“Room six.” Dean comes up to me, helping grab stuff. I lay down on the bed, enjoying the feeling of comfort after a long day of being cooped up in a car.
“You comfortable?” He looks at me, smiling.
“I am, but I need a shower. I’m just trying to gather the energy to get up and walk there.” I groan, not wanting to have to get up. Dean chuckled, and walked over to the bed, picking me up like I was a feather.
“You’re light.” He comments.
“You’re just strong.” I tell him, and he sets me down in front of the bathroom. “You know, I might need help taking my clothes off, too.”
“I’m happy to help.” His eyes sparkle, his face filling with lust. He leans in, slowly kissing me at first. I pick up the pace, opening the door to the bathroom and taking us both in there. Dean slams the door shut, and hurriedly takes my shirt off, not breaking the kiss. His hands roam all over my back, until finally unhooking my bra and taking my breasts into his mouth. I moan at the sensation, leaning against the wall in delight. He stops to take off his clothes, and I begin taking off my jeans and thong.
“Y/N, you’re beautiful. I don’t know how I got you.” Dean says, turning on the shower.
“I could say the same to you, daddy.”
His eyes got darker. He pulls me hungrily into him, kissing me hard and pumping two fingers in and out of my clit, making me moan. We step into the shower, both of us almost gasping at how good the warm water felt.
“What do you want, babygirl?”
“I want you to fuck me, daddy. Fuck me hard.” I beg. He enters me slowly from behind before going at it hard and fast.
“Fuck, Y/N” Dean hisses, hearing me moan like that was driving him over the edge. I knew he had a slight daddy kink, but not like this.
“Oh, yes, daddy, I’m close.” I barely get out, panting. He speeds up, his breath ragged at well.
“Y/N?” I hear a voice outside of shower. I jumped away from Dean.
“Hello?” The same voice says again.
Oh. My. God.
My face drops as I recognize the voice. I poke my head out of the shower just to make sure.
“Uh, hi, Castiel.” I say guilty, hiding my body behind the curtain. Dean stays silent.
“I heard you calling out for your dad. Are you ok?”
“I’m, uh, I’m fine. Sorry. You can leave now.” I choke out. I don’t think he knows Dean is in here.
“Are you sure? I can stay-“
“Castiel, I am in the shower. Please leave.” I rush him. He looks at me oddly, but eventually poofs out of the room.
“Shit, that was close.” I let out a breath.
“I can’t believe he actually did that, oh my GOD. That’s hilarious.” Dean is cracking up.
“You wouldn’t be laughing so hard if he had actually caught us.” I shot at him.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. But he didn’t, that’s all that matters.” He pulls me towards him, kissing me.
“So, should we continue? This is our only night alone together, you know.” Dean makes a good point.
Summary: in an AU where the Winchester family owns a multi-million dollar company, Dean’s in a bit of a pinch. Grandpa Samuel is threatening to cut him off if he doesn’t straighten out and stop getting into trouble. Instead of taking some responsibility, Dean comes up with an ingenious plan: find someone to pretend to be his girlfriend. You and Dean have never gotten along, but a fake relationship seems to be beneficial to you both…
Sam’s fingers flew over the suspect’s keyboard. Flashes of color flickered over his face as he cycled between screens quickly with a shortcut maneuver. You watched as he licked his lips, intently focused on hacking into a zipped folder. His eyes narrowed catching some detail of significance. When he swallowed, your eyes followed the shift of his throat greedily. You pulled your eyes away attempting to continue through a pile of paper on the suspect’s end table. A slip of paper dropped from the stack in your hands, catching the air to flutter to the floor behind you. You turned to pick it up, eyes drifting over an accent mirror near the far wall. You paused. Sam’s eyes had lifted from the monitor to your form. You ducked your head hiding a smirk. Keeping a secret eye on the mirror, you stood, lifting your ass first in fluid motion you often used when dancing. He licked his lips, shifting lower in his seat. Shuffling the papers in hand, you turned just in time to see his head snap back to the computer.
“Got it.” He cleared his throat after a minute.
You dropped the papers on the end table, sauntering to the desk with renewed confidence.
“It looks like there’s a thread of emails here and-” His explanation was cut short as he glanced up at you.
You slid onto his lap, resting your elbows on the thin strip of cleared table before the keyboard keeping your back arched forward. You could hear him gulp audibly and feel him shift awkwardly trying to find a place to put his hands.
“What emails?” You asked innocently, seeing full well the emails in a smaller window behind the main one.
Sam released a shaky breath. He moved forward, chest pressing against your back as he reached for the mouse. You leaned against him, tilting your head to the side to give him view of the monitor. His breath touched your neck bringing a tingle to travel across your skin. You didn’t suppress the light shudder it caused.
“It’s, uh, here.” He replied breathlessly.
You responded with a deep hum. A smirk curled your lips as he shifted beneath your thighs. You scrolled through the emails, which would have been painfully dull if not for the pleasant distraction hardening every time you slid forward or back to “readjust” your reading position. Finally, you finished. Making a show of stretching your arms upward, you unleashed a satisfied moan and turned to face Sam. For his effort, he attempted to look unaffected. A muscle twitched in his jaw and his nails dug into the leather armrests.
“So, it doesn’t seem like the emails contained much, did they?” You asked in hushed tones.
He glanced between you and the monitor quickly, obviously having no idea what was in the emails. You twisted in his lap, grinding against an evident bulge between your legs.
“Sam?” You lowered your eyelashes, “You okay?”
“Yeah.” His eyes darkened briefly lowering to your lips before he found composure. “Yeah, fine.”
“Are you sure? It seems like you’re having a… hard time focusing.”
His hand paused halfway to the mouse.
“I know these emails can be… lengthy,” You continued finding it increasingly difficult to hide a smirk, “and having to sort through them is… really shafty…”
Sam sat back, embarrassment coloring his features.
“I know it would really… grind… my gears if I had to hack into every dude’s computer while Dean gets to take a break at the bar.”
“Are you done?” Sam interrupted.
“No, no… wait! I think I can come up with something for penetration and erection-”
Hot lips met the juncture of your shoulder and neck with leisurely-paced open-mouthed kissed, effectively transforming your teasing words into a sharp inhale. His fingers wrapped around your hips, gripping your pelvis firmly before pulling it back. A flash of sudden pleasure surged through your core. His nose dragged against your shoulder inching closer to your neck, heat building between your flushed bodies. A shiver ripped up your spine as he found a sensitive spot. He paused, pressing a kiss there. Your head lolled back against his shoulder. His hands slipped up your body, sliding under your shirt. His rough fingers pressed and caressed in disorganized trails, drawing each nerve to maximum stimulation. You gasped, unable to stop an onslaught of shivers from his touch. He sucked at the spot on your neck, locking his arm around your waist as you squirmed with assailing pleasure. His tongue flicked against the spot, his teeth following immediately. A cry broke from your lips. You slapped a hand over your mouth, surprised by the outburst. Sam chuckled darkly against your skin, the deep rumble sending an aching between your thighs.
“Oh, fuck…” You breathed, heat enveloping your body with a savage ferocity.
His hands grabbed your chest, barely restraining his strength as he kneaded. He closed his fingers over hardening nubs sending your hips to jerk forward in response. You bit your tongue holding back a moan, as your clit rubbed along his impossibly hard shaft. He moved quickly, grabbing your hips with a near bruising force. Every nerve in your body seeped with the heat building between you, overreacting with every little stimulus. Pleasure pulsed through your body with every breath hitting the tiny hairs along the nape of your neck, each finger digging against your hips, and every inch where your center rubbed against his.
He thrust up pulling your hips back. Sparks of unadulterated ecstasy exploded from the friction. Before the sensation could cool, he pushed you forward. White flashed before your vision. A helpless moan left your lips, an animalistic need for contact infecting every cell in your brain. You jerked against him, heat blazing, pleasure mounting endlessly. He grunted desperately against your ear, whimpers rising from your throat as you grinded together fueling an erotic fire threatening to consume your entity. There was nothing but sharp concentrated pleasure coursing through your core like live electricity. A strangled cry broke the room as he thrust against your sliding bodies finding an edge so high, you couldn’t believe a pleasure could be so intense, but it kept building, growing until you found a new edge before the other could finish. Your body shuddered, head falling to his shoulder, completely at his mercy.
He embraced your body, crushing you against him as he stiffened, broken groans tumbling from his chest as he shuddered against your back.You squeezed your legs together, his hold slackening as you felt a warm stickness in the apex of your jeans. You slid to his knees, turning to see Sam’s face. Surprise, mirroring your own expression, bloomed from a devastatingly sexy look of contentment. You jerked off his lap, stumbling to your feet.
“S-sorry!” You yelped, yanking your head away from the dark patch on his jeans.
“N-no, I’m…” The chair crashed into the wall as he pushed to his feet. He skirted around the opposite side of the desk muttering something you couldn’t catch over the blood pounding in your ears.
He retreated from the room. Your hands trembled, pleasure still lingering along your skin from his contact, as you hugged yourself close. It seemed the heat would never cool and you wouldn’t have it any other way.