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Thanks, Cas

Pairing: Sam x reader

Warnings: swearing, smut, the usual

Requested: yeperoni, on wattpad

Word Count: 2325

Tags: @winter-in-wakanda

"You ready?" Sam asks, knocking on the bathroom door where you've locked yourself away. It's your birthday, and Sam is taking you out to a fancy dinner for a night of pretending to be normal people who don't hunt monsters for a living. You went to a good bit of trouble to get dolled up; hair done, heels on. Taking a deep breath and smoothing out your tight black dress, you smile at yourself in the mirror.

"I am. But are you ready to see me?" You tease Sam, and he chuckles.

"Yes, I think I-" Sam's words cut out as soon as you open the door. His eyes rake up and down, from your heels to your curls and back again.

"Told you to get ready," you smile, and Sam licks his lips, running his hands over his suit jacket. He clears his throat, finally making eye contact.

"This is going to be fun," he says mischievously, and you shoot him a questioning look. He quickly shakes it off, clearing his throat again.

"Shall we go?"

-

"Shoot, that soup looks good too. Sam, what are you ordering? Can we split... hey, are you listening?" You wave a hand in front of your boyfriend's face from across the table, and you can see his concentration melt away as he stops staring at your water glass and returns to reality. You give him a confused smile, unable to figure out what's been making him act weird all night.

"Of course I'm listening. I- wait, what was the question?" he asks, and you laugh, shaking your head. Sometimes you think you're dating the smartest man alive while simultaneously dating the dumbest dork alive.

"Sam, are you sure you're you alright?" You inquire, setting down your menu and leaning forward on your elbows. He nods quickly, licking his lips and diving into his menu.

"Want to split some soup?" He asks innocently, and you smile broadly. He may be a dork, but boy do you love Sam. You two have the same thoughts at separate times.

"Sam, I tried to ask you that exact question about sixty seconds ago," you tell him, laughing lightly as a blush creeps up on his cheeks.

"Not how this was supposed to go, Cas," you hear Sam mutter under his breath, clearly frustrated, and you feel more confused than ever. What the hell?

"Okay, look, I know something is- oh-h, ah, S-Sam," you suddenly stutter. Your accusation was interrupted by an absolutely bizarre feeling between your legs. You clamp a hand over your mouth, because although it's not a particularly strong feeling, you can't imagine what the source is, which freaks you out.

You look up at him, panicked, and feel your heart rate pick up at his expression. He's smirking triumphantly. Your brows furrow, and you pull away your hand, opening your mouth to ask him what the hell is happening. Instead of words, all that escapes is a shaky sigh of pleasure as the feeling gets stronger. Fucking hell, it's like Sam's touching you.

"Enjoying yourself, baby?" He taunts, and with that, you know that somehow, he is touching you. Just.. without actually touching you. You glare, mouth sealed shut as you push your thighs together just as tight.

"I wanted to give you something special for your birthday, baby," Sam says, and you grip onto the tablecloth desperately as the feeling takes over your clit.

"And so Cas lent me some of his grace. Turns out, he knows some fun angel secrets. Pretty powerful, isn't it? Feeling me touch you with my mind?" he explains, outwardly loving this. You, however, feel like everyone's staring at you try not to get any wetter than you already are. No way you're coming in the middle of a fancy restaurant.

"Sam, stop," you say through gritted teeth, looking around warily. Surprisingly, he does as you say, the sensation disappearing. You feel a little cold and left out in the wake of it, but try not to show your disappointment. This is what you wanted, right?

"Sure thing, baby. So, soup?" He asks cheerily, taking a sip of his water. You want to pull your hair out, but go along with it. Maybe it's best to just pretend nothing ever happened.

"Soup."

-

"And can I get you two any desserts?" the perky waiter asks, and you smile at Sam, hoping he'll let you get some obnoxiously chocolatey dessert. He nods slightly, and you brighten up.

"Yes, we'll ha-aa- oh, uh," you're taken aback by the sudden pleasure between your legs. This time, Sam is going all out, and you swear you can feel his fingers pumping inside you even though you're staring at them resting on the table in front of you.

"Are you alright?" the waiter questions, looking lost. You glare at Sam, mentally begging him to either let up or cover for you.

"Oh, she's fine. We'll have the chocolate mousse, please," Sam brushes you off, and although the waiter still looks wary, he writes down your order and hurries away nonetheless. Meanwhile, the tension in you is building as Sam changes his speed constantly, switching from faster than you thought possible to tortuously slow.

"Are you alright?" Sam feigns concern, and you swear if you weren't so desperate to kiss him, you'd murder him. You're about to verbalize that when, of course, Sam puts pressure on your clit, sticking with the faster pace.

"Ah, fuck, oh, fuck you, Sam," you whisper, clenching your hands into fists. You want nothing more than to throw your head back and enjoy the feeling, but the chatter all around you reminds you that you're entirely in the open.

"Fuck me? Well, actually, I was kind of hoping you would do just that," Sam teases, lowering his voice so no one overhears. You want to scream his name; he's going so fast and so hard on you that you can barely breathe.

"S-Sam," you whimper again, looking at him with pleading eyes. You aren't sure what you're begging for - an end to the torture or an orgasm - but at this point, you aren't sure it matters.

"Are you close, baby? Are you about to cum in front of all these rich, elegant people? Are you going to cream in your panties and fancy black dress? Hm?" Sam leans forward, and hearing him whispering dirty words makes you feel even hotter, if that's possible.

"Sam, oh god yes," you try to stay quiet, but simply can't. You lean forward, one forearm resting on the table, head hanging low. Sam is actually going to make you cum in a crowded restaurant.

"One chocolate mousse- uh, hey, are you sure you're okay?" The waiter approaches, and you snap your head up as Sam once again takes away your pleasure in an instant. Your pussy aches in complaint, but you force a smile as the chocolate mousse is placed in front of you.

"Oh, I'm just fine. Could we get the check now, please?" You say, giving Sam a pointed look. He's got a mischievous glint in his eye as he pretends to be confused.

"Don't you want to eat our mousse, baby?" Sam raises his eyebrows, knowing full well you're throbbing for him.

"We'll eat it as the check comes," you promise, and the waiter gives you both another weird look as he turns to get the check as you asked. Once his back is turned, you drop the smile and glare at Sam.

"There's something fucking wrong with you," you hiss through gritted teeth, but Sam just grins, picking up his spoon and digging into the dessert.

"Want more, is that it?" Sam taunts around a mouthful of chocolate, and your grip on your spoon tightens so much you feel you might bend the metal.

"I swear to god, if you use that mojo on me one more time while we're sitting here, you will never again get to have sex with me," you threaten, dead serious. Sam drains of a little color, nodding in defeat as he eats some more. You sigh, exasperated.

When the waiter finally arrives with your check, you're more than a little relieved that Sam isn't messing with you as you talk. You hastily pay, and don't hesitate a second to get up and start walking out. You weave past other diners and feel as if they all know how on edge you are. Sam follows behind you, trotting along and outwardly showing his rejection. You aren't sure why exactly he's being so mopey and dramatic, but you don't have time to care. You need him alone, now.

The minute you're in the parking lot, you just about fall to your knees. Sam has started up again, and your knees are going weak, making you wobbly on your heels. Sam strolls up behind you, letting you lean on him for support as you hold in moans. He's going slow again, nice and easy.

"Sam, oh, fuck, oh, I'm going to kill you, I swear. I said... fuck... no more," you say, blissed out with your eyes closed and head leaning back. You can feel his breath tickle your neck as he laughs.

"Oh yes, you sound very scary. But your rules were not while we were sitting there. I'm entirely in bounds," he teases as he nudges you forward. With his help, you stumble your way to the impala, ankles twisting in your heels every other step as Sam keeps the hits coming. He opens the door to the backseat and helps you lie down in it. You grab his jacket lapels in your fists and pull him down on top of you. It's a bit ridiculous with his height, but that's not your concern right now.

Still gripping his jacket, you pull Sam's mouth to yours, kissing him passionately. He laughs a little at first, but melts into it with you, one hand cupping the side of your face as his hair tickles your cheek. Your tongue slides over his, and you're moaning freely into his mouth as he keeps slowly building up speed.

"I want to really feel you inside me, Sam, no more teasing," you whisper, and Sam groans. He nods, sitting up and closing the car door behind him. The sensations are subsiding, but you don't mind, knowing you're about to get the real thing. Sam reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom, and you laugh a little.

"You came prepared, didn't you?" you joke, and Sam laughs with you. Not wasting any time, you undo his pants eagerly. You let him put the condom on as you hike up your dress and shimmy out of your soaked panties. Sam realizes what you're doing only when you're nearly done, and pouts.

"Hey, I wanted to do that," he whines, having finished putting the condom on his hard length. You try not to get distracted by it and roll your eyes at Sam.

"You've had more than your fair share of fun with teasing me, Sam. I'm ready," you tell him, and he smiles, leaning down to kiss you again. He lines up with your entrance, then pauses, looking down.

"Holy shit," he murmurs upon seeing how wet you are. He got you so close to coming that your arousal is literally dripping, and Sam licks his lips at the sight. You sigh impatiently, not wanting to wait a second longer. So you grab his lower back and push him into you without hesitation. It's a little sloppy and it startles Sam, but the sweet relief is enough to make you moan nonetheless.

"Woah, eager, are we?" Sam says as he starts to thrust in and out against your slick walls. You hum in pleasure, gripping him tighter and pulling him closer. The fact that you're both still nearly fully clothed doesn't phase either of you, hands still roaming.

"Shut up and fuck me," you instruct, and Sam kisses your ear, making you smile.

"I think we can manage that," he replies, picking up momentum. Soon enough, he's slamming into you hard enough to rock the car and you're both moaning and sweating like crazy. His hair is swinging in your face, and your nails claw at his back through his jacket and shirt.

After a full night of teasing, you reach the edge of your orgasm quicker than ever. You try to tell Sam you're close, but all that comes out is more moans. He seems to get the idea anyways, reaching a hand down to rub circles on your clit.

"Oh, hell yes," Sam mutters as you reach your high. Your walls clench around him, your back arches into his chest, and you curl your toes in pleasure. You can hardly breathe, and feel Sam fill up the condom as you come down. He keeps thrusting through both of your orgasms erratically, losing control of his rhythm as he comes.

When you're both done, both panting heavily, Sam collapses on top of you. You let out an 'oof' along with strangled laughter, and Sam giggles. Picking himself up again, he smiles down at you.

"Sorry, baby," he whispers, leaning in to kiss you. You hold his jaw as you return the sweet kiss, reveling in the afterglow.

"You know that you're going to pay for what you did tonight, right?" you say between kisses, pulling back and making him pause. Sam closes his eyes, sighs, and nods.

"I know."

"Don't look so sad. You'll love my punishment," you whisper the last part against his ear, and Sam gets that devilish smirk back on his face. He leans in to kiss you some more, but you stop him again. Hand on his chest, you look up to the sky - well, the car's ceiling. He follows your gaze, and you smile widely.

"Dear Cas, please accept my many, many, many thanks. Amen."

#sam winchester #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester imagine #sam imagine #supernatural imagine #supernatural x you #supernatural #I think I remember this one not sucking horribly idk #pretty cheesy and kinda unrealistic but hey #everyone always thinks it's gonna be Samiel or whatever #no hate to that ship #people's reactions are just funny #I accidentally posted this too early oops #I'm really bad a queuing shit

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Daddy?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: daddy kink (who knew), bondage, not really a warning but uh it’s unedited so be wary lmao

Requested: yep, a Wattpad user asked for Dean introducing the daddy kink and trying out some bondage stuffs

Word Count: 2521

"I come bearing gifts," Dean teases you, closing the hotel door shut behind him as he waves the apple pie you asked him to buy in the air. He's grinning, but your smile fades a moment in.

"Dean! Careful! That is sacred food," you command him, and when he realizes he's close to dumping the pie on the floor, he instantly stops and cradles it to his chest.

"That's better," you say, and slide out of the covers to go help him. Your bare feet hit the carpet and your bare legs hit the cold air, making you shiver. All you're wearing is one of his t-shirts and your panties, a result of last night's wild activities. That aside, all that's on your mind now is eating apple pie for breakfast.

"You're the best husband ever, Dean," you giggle, stealing the pie from him and taking it to the table. You lean over, reaching for the plastic silverware of last night's takeout, not caring so long as you can eat this pie now.

"No, you're the best, I promise you that," Dean is speaking a few octaves lower than normal, and you slowly turn to look over your shoulder. His eyes are glued on your ass, and you feel heat creep up your neck and face in embarrassment.

"Dean," you scold jokingly, turning fully to face him. He drags his gaze upwards, not at all shy about staring at your body. You smile at his actions, and walk to meet him. Dean smiles and licks his lips, hands reaching for your hips. You lean up, and blissfully, he's kissing you.

After warming up a little, Dean stops messing around and parts your lips. His tongue slips inside, brushing against yours, and you let out a half-moan half-sigh in pleasure. His soft pink lips get you every time. You can feel his triumphant smile, but he by no means slows down. By now, his hands are rubbing circles on your hip bones, staying busy as you pull yours through his hair.

"Mmh, Dean," you whisper when he pulls you closer against him. His erection is poking you already, and all you've done is kiss. You grip the nape of his neck and revel in the tiny bits of stubble scratching against your face as you kiss. He's usually clean shaven, but it's so early that you can still feel his glorious stubble. You love it.

"Wait," he says, breathless as he pulls back from kissing you. You look into his troubled eyes and feel concern within yourself, too.

"What is it?"

"Can we... Well... We're married now, you know," Dean stutters, and you chuckle.

"Yep, I did know that," you tease him, but he shuts you up with a quick glare. You pull on a serious face, nodding and signaling him to continue.

"Well, we... Can we... could you.. Daddy?" he forces out the words, and at first, you're in shock.

"Daddy? As in... my dad? What are you-" you ask Dean, pulling back a little further and letting your hands drop from his neck to his chest. He panics as much as you, shaking his head no.

"No! No, like, Daddy. Me. Like you calling me daddy," he sheepishly explains to the floor, taking one hand from resting on your hip to rubbing the back of his neck. Now, understanding, you aren't sure how to feel. The last thing you want to think about during sex is your dad, but then again, pleasing Dean is pretty much top priority.

"Do you.. want to try it.. right now?" You ask, and this time it's you stumbling over words and Dean looking shocked. His eyes snap up to you, looking bright and extra green in his hopefulness.

"Yes! I mean, yeah, if you're alright with that, yeah," he tries to reign in his eagerness. You nod, still a little hesitant, but willing to try it out to make Dean happy. You just aren't sure how to start. Deep breaths.

"How do I... where do..." you trail off, and Dean just points to the bed. You slip out of his arms and walk towards it, hearing him suck in a breath at the view of your ass again.

"Wait. Shirt. Off. Now," he demands, and you feel heat start to build between your legs at his words. He's so naturally commanding, so good at it. You're stopped in your tracks, and start to peel his shirt off of you.

"Stop," Dean orders you again, and you do as you're told, freezing in place. You hold your breath, heart pounding as you hear his boots coming slowly closer behind you. You jump when he presses his body against yours, feeling his flannel-covered chest heave against your back. Dean's fingers settle just above your hips under the shirt, and you feel like your skin is on fire with his touch.

"When I give you an order, you answer me," he whispers into your ear. You close your eyes, taking in air again. Shit, this is pretty hot.

"Yes, daddy," you say breathily, and Dean's grip tightens as you do. You can't see him, but you know he's smirking, loving the power he knows he has over you.

"Very good. Now... Shirt off," he instructs you. You step forward a little in order to pull it off without whacking him in the face, and he slips away too. Once his shirt is on the ground, you turn around to see him rummaging through his duffel bag. You want to ask what he's looking for, but aren't sure if the rules include you speaking freely, so you stay quiet.

"Lie down," Dean says absentmindedly, still sifting through his huge duffel. You do as you're told, staying on top of the blankets and propping yourself up on the pillows. You get comfy, then return your gaze to Dean. You're startled to find he's already looking at you, expectant. He clears his throat, and you start to panic.

"Y-yes, daddy, I'm sorry daddy," you whimper, and he seems satisfied, turning back to his search. You let out a breath, heart pounding. You're enjoying yourself more than you thought you would.

Finally, Dean rises, done looking. It takes you a minute to register what he has in his hands, but when you do, your eyes widen. Rope. The kind you guys use to tie up demons. Holy shit.

"Okay, I know this is new to you, and it's coming on fast, but-"

"Do it."

"I'm sorry, what?" Dean blinks, apparently having been ready to need to convince you on the subject of bondage. You, however, feel no such need for persuasion. Looking up at him standing above you, calling him daddy... yeah. You're ready.

"Do it, Dean. Tie me up," you repeat yourself, raising your wrists together above your head for extra effect. He clenches his jaw, seemingly not happy with that answer. You start to feel insecure and extremely exposed, and fidget a little, not knowing what to do. You thought he wanted this.

"What did you just call me?" Dean says through gritted teeth, and you realize your mistake too late.

"Daddy, I'm sorry, I meant da-"

"Shut up." He cuts you off, stone cold. You close your mouth, open it, and close it again. You don't like upsetting him.

Then Dean climbs onto the bed, shoes on and all. He straddles your hips, denim brushing against you with barely there friction. Rope in hand, he pulls apart your wrists to opposite sides of the headboard, tying each down carefully. He's silent through the entire process, so you are too. Next, Dean leans back, backing up and off of you so that he's just on the edge of the bed, extra rope still held tight in his clenched fist. You watch his every move meticulously, wary but excited at the same time.

"You didn't answer me the way I asked you to. You spoke over me. You tried to order me to do something. You know what that means?" Dean raises his brows, and you still aren't sure if you should speak or not. You quiver, still cold, and desperate for his touch.

"What, daddy?" You finally ask, and Dean smiles, like he was praying you would ask. He stands up, sets down the rope, and leans towards you a little. Your heart is beating out of your chest in anticipation.

"That means you're a bad girl. That means that daddy has to tie your legs up, too. That means you get fucking punished, baby," Dean spits the words at you, and the dampness between your thighs grows like crazy.

"M-my legs too, daddy?" You ask, half pleading. Dean smiles evilly, not bothering to answer your question. Before you know it, he has his fingers hooked in the waistline of your panties and is yanking down. You let out a squeak, startled by the action. Dean, however, isn't the slightest bit phased as he tosses them to the ground and begins tying you down. Once he's all done, you look up at him standing at the edge of the bed, and his eyes scan over your exposed body.

"Daddy likes what he sees," Dean says approvingly, and you feel a little better about having messed up. You smile, but truly just wish you could do something to relieve the tension building inside you. Tugging at your bonds, you know that he's going to torture you.

"Are they too tight?" He asks, and you try to shrug before realizing that, for one thing, it's hard with your arms tied up, and on top of that, you aren't supposed to.

"A little, daddy," you say, voice quiet and higher than usual. You never realized how natural being a submissive would feel.

"Good. Now here's what's going to happen. I'm going to fuck you, you're not going to cum until I tell you, and if you misbehave again, you get punished. Got it?" Dean talks as he pulls off his flannel. Next his shirt hits the floor, and the rippling muscles of his chest and arms make you weak. You watch, mesmerized as he slides off his boots while undoing his jeans.

"Yes, daddy," you reply, in another world as Dean pulls down his jeans and boxers. You buck your hips into the air fruitlessly, hopelessly turned on. He chuckles, and you so badly need his hard length inside of you. You can't tear your eyes away as he strokes himself to prepare, even though you both know he's fully hard already. No, he's just pumping his cock to tease you. And hot damn, it's working.

Dean climbs onto the bed again, positioning himself between your spread legs. You wriggle, hoping to get some friction, but he stays hovering above your pussy, just out of reach. One arm on each side of your head to support himself, Dean looks just as tortured as you feel after waiting this long.

"Are you nice and wet, baby?" Dean asks, his eyes shut tight. You want to scream from all this anticipation.

"Yes, daddy, all for you, daddy," you insist, once again surprising yourself with how easily it comes to you to be submissive. Your pussy is literally throbbing, and you push your head into the pillows, frustrated as hell.

"I bet you're tired of waiting, huh, baby?"

"Yes-ah, please fuck me already, please daddy," you beg shamelessly. Dean licks his lips and slowly smiles, looking directly into your eyes.

"As you wish," he states, slamming into you not a second later. You let out a strangled cry, feeling his hips hit yours as he goes all the way in. The ropes burn as you pull on your wrists and ankles, and Dean moans as he begins to pump in and out of you. You weren't kidding about the amount of your arousal, and he slides in easily with all your wetness.

"Fuck, daddy, you're so big- ah! Fuck!" you yell, arching your back so far that your chest hits into Dean's. In the middle of your sentence, he so kindly turned the speed up a notch, driving you crazy. He laughs, breathing heavy and picking up the pace yet again. Now you're moaning non-stop, feeling absolutely out of control. The head of his cock twitches against your walls, and several times, it brushes over your g spot, making you cry out.

"Not yet, not yet baby," Dean says, not even needing you to tell him you're close. You've been together for so long that he has a sense for it by now, and you groan, desperate to cum anyways. Normally it would take more than just penetration to get you off, but damn, this daddy thing is really doing it for you.

"Yes, daddy," you moan, hips bucking to meet his wild thrusts. You're positive by now that your wrists are going to be raw, because you can't help but struggle against the restraints. You just want your hands in his hair, scraping down his back, on your own clit. The same goes for your ankles - your mind is begging you to wrap them around him.

"Want me to touch your pretty little clit, baby?" Dean breathlessly asks, reading your mind. You nod vigorously, not bothering to attempt to form coherent words. He falls to his elbow and forearm, tracing his other hand down your curves before reaching your clit. He gives it just the lightest tap, and you can barely stand the pleasure, gritting your teeth.

"Scream for daddy, baby," Dean whispers, clearly just as close to his orgasm as you are. Just as you open your mouth to follow his instructions, he pushes down on your clit - hard.

"Fuuck, daddy!" you yell, writhing against your bonds and under his thrusts. You scream out Daddy time after time, pleasure winding you up.

"Fucking - ah - cum, babygirl," he orders, voice strained and just a little too loud to be normal. You moan, arching your back as he keeps pounding into you. Your walls clench onto his cock as you scream one last time, pulling even harder at the burning ropes. You ache before it's even over, muscles tensing and vision going blurry.

Dean starts to release his own hot load deep into you, emitting a low groan as he does so. There's so much that it spills out, and you moan again. You love making him cum just as much as you love having your own orgasms.

When you're both finished, he collapses on top of you and rolls to the side. Still heaving, he reaches up to untie you. Once your hands are free, you each undo one ankle, smiling at him as you work together. Finally, you both fall back into the bed, sweaty messes.

He pulls your back to his chest, spooning you and kissing the back of your head. You sigh, entirely content as you lay in Dean's arms.

"Thank you," he whispers, and despite the glaring sun streaming in and the uneaten pie on the table, you both can't help but slip back into sleep.

#dean winchester #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester imagine #dean imagine #so if you can't tell I don't reread these at all before posting them #and I all remember about this is like Wow It Sucks #moves way too fast lmao #but whatever

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If you write anymore Sam x Reader, will you tag me?

I do have a couple more, and of course I will tag you!! thank you love 

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Good Morning

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: smut, swearing, kinky af

Requested: nopeity nope

Word count: 2646

Blurb: overstimulation, orgasm control, and choking kinks!! it gets kinkier as it goes so I sure hope you're into that shit

"Oh, shit, Sam- yes, yes, yes, yes!" you cry out, grabbing onto his hair as he works between your legs. You run your hands along his scalp, soft hair flowing under your fingers. But your real focus is on his mouth, feeling it doing amazing things against your pussy.

His tongue runs up and down, dipping inside you each time. He uses his lips to kiss your outer lips and his nose continually brushes up against your clit. You can't tell if he's using his nose purposefully or not, but it doesn't matter. It feels heavenly. You grind your hips into his face, unable to stop the reflex.

"More, more, please- ah, Sam," you say, still writhing in pleasure. He looks up at you, holding eye contact as he obliges, giving you more. His tongue digs deeper, deeper, deeper, and now you know that his nose is no accident.

"Get ready, baby," Sam says, smirking up at you as he stops for a breath. You buck your hips, and god, his smile grows. The lack of contact is driving you crazy, but you know that this is something Sam's done before. Build you up, take it all away, and then go hard until you come. You have to admit, it works every time. You breathe heavy, waiting for him to get back to work.

And then he's diving into you. He latches onto your clit, sucking it into his mouth and running his tongue over it in circles. The stubble on his chin rubs into your pussy as he juts out his jaw, and you start moaning non-stop. Your clit is your biggest weakness and he knows it, mouth working in overdrive. You know you're on the edge, and scream his name so loud your throat hurts.

"You're a freak, you know that?" Sam says, and you jolt in confusion. You're in your bed at the bunker, naked, covers thrown to the side, and Sam is between your legs, just like a second ago. But it's brighter, you're more tired, and his mouth is smirking up at you, not sucking on you. You ask yourself what the hell just happened as you struggle to keep your eyes open.

"First, we had some crazy sex last night. Then you have a wet dream vivid enough to make you call out my name aloud. Now you've made me so hard I have no choice but to eat you out and make you pay," he explains, breath hitting up against your aching pussy and teasing you as he talks. You understand what's happening now, and while you're sad your dream got cut off, this is infinitely better.

"Holy shit, Sam," you whimper, feeling sore as hell from the night before. He chuckles, shaking his head. He doesn't waste any more time, though, leaning in to kiss up your slit. You cry out, because you're so sensitive it almost hurts.

"Oh, did I fuck you too hard last night? You're still feeling it, aren't you?" Sam asks tauntingly. You groan and throw your head back, turned on beyond belief. But just thinking about last night makes your pussy throb in pain, and the memory of begging for relief comes back to you. You're not sure if you can handle his mouth on you again.

"Sam, fuck, I can't do this," you whine, begging him to take mercy on you. But by the look on his face, you know you don't have a chance. He looks angry.

"Wrong answer, baby. Wanna know what you can't do? You can't make me ache for you and then decide you can't take me. You can't yell out for me to give you more in your sleep and then expect any less when you wake up. That is what you can't do," he demands, and you let out a soft moan. But you still aren't sure you can take his mouth and then his dick.

"Sam, please, it hurts. Can I just take your cock?" you beg, praying he hears you out.

"Want me to go easy, is that it?" He asks sincerely, and you nod quickly. You smile lightly down at Sam, glad he's listening. But then he sets his jaw, his soft features turn hard, and you know he's not really going to listen. Shit, that's hot.

"You probably should've thought of that before you screamed my name, then," he spits the words at you, shoving his face into you not a second later. Sam has no hesitation, his tongue going straight for your clit. He pushes into it directly at first, hard enough to make your eyes water, but soon lets up and moves up and down it instead. You bite down on one of your fists, trying to not be too vocal, worried it'll anger him more. Your other hand grips frantically onto the sheets, scraping for traction.

"Fucking moan," he commands you, only breaking contact for a second to instruct you before going back to tongue fucking your pussy. You pull your hand out of your mouth and give in to a moan as soon as you do. God, his mouth is magic.

"Sam, oh, Sam, no," you sigh, amazed at how quickly he can get you close. The dream must've made you hotter than you'd realized, because you're honestly near the edge of an orgasm. He picks up the pace, licking you faster than you can handle. You arch your back and grind your hips down onto his face, feeling his stubble scrape you and loving the satisfaction.

"Don't cum until I tell you to," Sam orders you breathlessly. You try to nod, but your body is buzzing with so much pleasure you feel like you're short circuiting. Your vision is unfocused, but you still look down to see Sam's face between your legs. His hair is brushing up against your inner thighs, and the soft tickling offsets his intense movements.

"Sam, god, I can't hold it much longer, I, ah," you tell him, hands pulling at his hair instead of the bed sheet to grab his attention. He shows no signs of stopping or even of hearing you, frustrating you further. You keep your hands intertwined in his hair anyways, edging closer every second.

"Yes, you can. Hold it," he replies after a time, and you groan loudly. You were kind of hoping his silence would mean he was deciding to let up on making you wait. You're really doubting your abilities to follow Sam's instructions this time, but lord, do you want to please him. You know you have to try.

"Y-yes, Sam," you stutter, praying that you can do this for him. But he just moves his tongue faster and harder against your clit, making it impossible. You open your mouth to moan, but end up cutting off the sound as your muscles tighten. Tension rings through your body, and you fight as hard as you can, but feel your control slipping away. Sam stops abruptly, feeling it too, but he's too late and you know it.

"Don't you fucking-"

"Ah, fuck, Sam, Sam, Sam!" you yell, rolling your hips and crashing them into his face still hovering near you. Your eyes are squeezed shut and all of your senses feel like they've been turned up. Everything is bliss.

When you calm down, you let your arched back fall onto the bed, pulling open your eyes hesitantly. You know Sam'll be pissed with you. Dreading whatever's next, you drag your gaze down to look at Sam. What you see scares you but, more importantly, excites you more than you thought possible.

Sam is breathing heavy, shoulders heaving up and down. Hair is falling into his eyes and he's got your cum on his face. He slowly licks his lips, making you whimper. Then he looks up at you, taking his time in tracing up your sweating body.

"I told you," he takes a hand to wipe off his chin, "to fucking hold it." He looks up at you expectantly, and you crumble under his golden eyes.

"Sam, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, you know I tried, please know that I did, I just- you're so good, I just-"

"Stop. Talking," he says loudly, cutting off your explaining. He licks his lips again, anger switching to disappointment. You want to punch yourself.

"You want to know what I was going to do if you were good, baby?" He asks, pulling himself to sit up. You look up at him helplessly, knowing answering would be futile either way. He sits on your hips, straddling you, wearing boxers he must've put on after last night. His chest is bare though, and you can't decide where to look when he runs a hand through his hair - to his flexing arm or to the way his hair falls through his fingers.

"I was going to let you cum about thirty seconds later than you did. Then I was going to be gentle and make love to you. I was going to apologize for going hard, I was going to kiss your lips and taste the way you moan when I go deep. I was going to let you cum whenever you were ready. Doesn't that sound nice, baby?" he tells you, and you let out a mewl, desperately wishing you had been able to wait for that.

"Yeah, I know it sounds good to you, baby. You would've loved that, wouldn't you have? You would've loved to kiss me and feel me stretch you out slowly. And you wanna know something? I would've loved it too," he leans down and whispers the last part in your ear, chest brushing yours and hair hitting your cheek. You're holding your breath, awaiting the alternative. He breathes down your neck before speaking again, still quiet and up close.

"But you don't get that. You didn't listen to me. You couldn't follow simple instructions, could you? You just had to be bad. So you know what you get now, baby?" He leans back again, looking down his nose at you.

"You get fucked. You're gonna lay there, no touching, absolutely silent while I fuck you ruthlessly. And you know what? I haven't decided if I'll even let you cum again," he says, and you're torn between screaming in pain and screaming in pleasure. God, you hate this almost as much as you love this.

Then, in a sudden change of demeanor, Sam pulls some of his weight off you, sitting gentler and leaning forward a little, one hand beside you and one on your cheek. He makes eye contact and searches your face, looking worried.

"You okay, love?" he softly asks, and you smile. As much as he's willing to take charge of you and work with your submission kink, he still cares. He's so beautiful, and much too good to you.

"I'm good to go, Sam," you reassure him, nodding. He smiles back at you, giving you a quick peck on the lips before returning to sit on you with his back straight, heavy on top of you. The game is on again.

He quickly pulls off his boxers, and you let out a breathy moan at the sight of his length. Sam throws a death stare at you, pausing from getting between your legs.

"Absolute. Fucking. Silence," he commands, and you suck in air, nodding and remembering his rules. To show him that you're going to be obedient, you even cross your wrists above your head. He raises his eyebrows and settles his legs inside of yours, just barely letting his throbbing heat brush against you.

"You're going to be a good girl this time, then?" Sam asks, and you smile with pride.

"Yes, Sam-" you're cut off by his hand on your throat. You widen your eyes and start gasping for air.

"Fucking silence," he seethes, loosening his grip and letting you take in air again. You sputter and breathe as deep as possible, feeling the burn in your lungs and the way his hand still rests on your neck. You nod hesitantly this time, careful to stay silent.

Sam leans on one of his elbows beside your head, keeping the other just slightly restricting your breathing. "I'm going to enjoy this," he taunts you, smiling. "It's a real shame you aren't."

Then he pushes into you all at once, and you bite your tongue, hard. He's thick, and as deep as possible inside you. Every muscle in you is screaming from the overload, feeling almost numb with tingles. He lets out a staggering moan, and it's all you can do to refrain from kissing him. But when he starts thrusting, it's all you can do to not scream.

He's being entirely ruthless, as promised. You can't help but wriggle where you lay, being stuffed to the limit. It's easy for Sam to slide in with your cum and new arousal acting as lube, and he uses it to his advantage, picking up speed.

"You know what, baby? I think I lied. You are enjoying this, aren't you? You dirty little girl, you love this, you love my cock, don't you?" you so badly want to moan a yes. You want to tell him just how much you love his cock when it pushes into you like it is, you want to show him. But you want him to be pleased with you more than anything, so you lay still, biting your lower lip to reign yourself in.

"Ah, I know you do," he says, heaving. A sheen of sweat is starting to build on his chest as he continues to pump into you, stretching your walls. You're almost sure you're going to break any second, but refuse to disappoint Sam again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna kiss you anyways," Sam says, throwing away his previous limitations for desire. You smile against his lips, but are wary to move your hands still, as his rests on your throat. He gets you to open your mouth, and along with his tongue brushing yours, he's moaning against you. You're sure you're going to lose it now.

But you manage to hold on through a few more thrusts, and start to feel Sam slipping. You know how much it gets him hot to eat you out, and you know he's been waiting for this. The rate at which he slams into you doesn't slow, but does become uneven as he gets closer. If anything, he quickens the pace, breathing fast and hot between kisses.

"Cum with me, baby," Sam tells you, and you can't help it - you moan. He doesn't punish you for this one, being presumably too caught up in continuing his work. You're glad he's kissing you, helping muffle you as the urge to be vocal grows and grows.

"Fuck, (y/n), soon, okay? Nod, let me know you're close," he says, breathless. You don't manage to nod, but your pussy tightens at his words. When you clench, he cries out, and you know that's the only answer he needs.

"Now, baby, oh, shit, now, shitshitshit," he yells, shooting his load inside you. Upon feeling his warmth sliding deep into you, you instantly reach your second orgasm, and, thanking god you can't wake up this time, scream out Sam's name.

His cock twitches as he pulls out, and cum spills onto the bedsheets, but neither of you care. He finally pulls his sweaty hand off your neck, but remains on top of you for one last kiss.

"You're amazing," Sam whispers, and you smile, both still coming down from your highs. You give him one more quick kiss before he pulls away.

"Hey, good morning, by the way," Sam laughs, finally rolling off to your side. He pulls you into him, and you chuckle too.

"You're right, it was a good morning."

#sam winchester #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam imagine #sam winchester imagine #winchester x reader #supernatural imagine #supernatural #this is hella yikes #oh well

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Shy

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: smut, swearing

Requested: hell nah

Word Count: 1704

Blurb: the reader is a bit shy about a thigh riding kink.

"What's your secret to soft ass lips, Dean?" you whisper against Dean's mouth, half joking, half jealous. He chuckles, but doesn't stop what he's doing. You can't say you aren't glad - he's a damn good kisser.

You two have been rolling around in the motel bed for who knows how long, making out and enjoying each other after a long day of fruitless hunting. The minute Sam left to hit the nearest library, Dean was all over you. You love kissing him, and since Sam probably won't be back until after dinner, there's no rush to push it further just yet. You'd be lying if you said you weren't aroused, and it was no secret that Dean was, but god, his lips.

"Shit, baby, you're so fucking hot," Dean groans, grabbing your ass as you straddle him. You smile, hands on his bare chest for support. You start to grind down onto him through his jeans and your sweats, moaning loudly into his mouth, but abruptly stop yourself. Lifting up your hips and pausing your mouth for a moment, you take a breath and then return to kissing him. You're cautious to keep your hips off of his, though.

You know you'll orgasm if you go too hard when grinding into him, and haven't exactly mentioned it to Dean yet. How are you supposed to explain to your boyfriend that you like riding thighs more than you like riding dicks? It's an awkward conversation.

He pulls back though, studying you. You raise a brow, hoping you can fool him into thinking that nothing just happened.

"You okay, baby?"

"Very okay. Now kiss me," you reply without a second's hesitation, leaning back in to kiss him. Dean stops you before you can make it to his lips, though, looking even more concerned than before.

"What's going on, (Y/n)?" He asks, propping himself up on his elbow and forcing you to sit up on his lap.  You keep the movements to a purposeful minimum in the vulnerable position, and clear your throat. You can still cover this up.

"Dean, what are you talking about? I'm fine, everything is fine," you try to assure him and push him back down, but he isn't having any of it for a second.

"(Y/n), seriously, what is going on?" He repeats, and you curse yourself, trying to salvage what's left of this situation. This isn't how you planned on telling him.

"C'mon, Dean, I love our sex, you know that," you say, but by the look on his face, you wish you hadn't. Shit, what did you do wrong?

"I never mentioned our sex. (Y/n), what aren't you telling me?" Dean questions you, and you let out a sigh, knowing you've lost. You bury your head in his chest, not wanting to say the words aloud. Why did you trap yourself like this? You can hear his heartbeat from where you are, and you feel awful when it suddenly picks up.

"Do you not like having sex with me?" he blurts out, and you shoot your head up. You should've known this would happen.

"No, Dean, no, god, I love it. Believe me, I do," you state, cupping his face with your hand and holding his gaze. He lets out a breath, but still looks unsure.

"If not that, then what?" Dean looks up at you, clearly insecure all of a sudden. It feels weird for you to see him acting anything but cocky. You don't like it one bit.

"Dean, I love you. I love being with you and I loving getting it on with you. You're amazing in bed, truly. I just... I've got my things, you know? We all have our things. My thing just so happens to be... well, hella embarrassing," you explain, hiding in his chest again. This can't be happening to you, not right now. Please no. You can't see Dean's face and don't want to. His heart rate seems to slow though, so that's a good sign.

"Things like... like kinks? Is that what this is? You're shy about having a kink? C'mon, baby, that's not something to be ashamed of. That's hot," Dean says, laughing. But you still can't face him, shaking your head against his skin. He doesn't realize just what he's getting into.

"Not just a kink, Dean, a really, really embarrassing one," you admit, and he just laughs again. He rubs your back and pulls you closer with the arm not propping him up, kissing the top of your head. There's so much heat rushing to your face you're sure he must feel it radiating off of you.

"Tell me," he whispers, and you feel the air around you change. Dean isn't laughing anymore and your train of thought disappears. He's serious now, he means it. You feel heat gathering between your legs at the thought of confessing and finally getting what you want. But you can't get too far ahead of yourself.

"Tell. Me," Dean growls, and you whimper. Peeling yourself out of hiding, you look him in the eyes. You can't believe you're doing this, but god, you're glad you're doing this. Fuck, what happens when he thinks it's weird? Shit, shit, shit.

"Dean, I-"

"No. Stop. I can see you doubting yourself. Stop it. I just wanna make you feel good, (Y/n). Tell me how I can do that," he orders you, and you swallow. Okay. Go time.

"Thigh riding. I- my thing- I'm into thigh riding," you force the words out, and they hang in the air. Dean looks a little taken aback, and you wish with all your might that you could go back and just admit to a daddy kink or something normal like that.

"Thigh- like, grinding, just... on my thigh? Thigh riding?" Dean says hesitantly, and you nod in response, biting your lip. This is the turning point. This is where he could go either way. You hold your breath, praying to no end that he's down with it.

"Alright, what do I- what if we- how do you want to do this?" Dean says, obviously fuzzy on what you're asking for. But he's open. He's open to it. You feel your heart fucking soar, knowing tonight is the night. You smile broadly, kissing him strongly. He's amazing.

Dean is surprised at first, but eventually melts into you, kissing you back with that expert mouth of his. You finally pull away, heaving, and rest your forehead on his. He smiles and gives you a look of confusion.

"What was that for?"

"For being perfect. Now you just lay there, let me just..." you don't finish, and instead get busy with untying the strings of your sweats. Dean does as he's told and leans back into the pillows, smiling up at you still. You pull your sweatpants down along with your panties, and Dean licks his lips.

"Fuck, baby. Should I-?" he motions to his own jeans, but you intervene and stop him from unbuttoning them. You smile, shaking your head. You want him to keep them on - just for now. He whines, but you give him a peck on the lips to satisfy him.

You take a deep breath as you lower yourself onto Dean. He spreads his legs wide and you straddle his left thigh carefully. You stay hovering above him for a moment, not letting your throbbing pussy have contact just yet. You lean forward, resting your forearms on either side of Dean's head. Dropping your face down to his ear, you're doing everything you can to hold in your anticipation.

"Talk dirty, Dean," you borderline beg him, and not a second later, you grind down onto his thigh. You instantly release an extremely loud moan, feeling heavenly. Dean lifts up his knee on instinct, shoving back into you.

"Fuck yes, baby, I love your wet fucking pussy grinding down on me," he says, following your instructions. You throw your head back, finding a steady rhythm and settling into it. The feel of denim on your clit is absolute ecstasy, and Dean keeps up his thrusting into you.

"Mhm, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, I can feel you through my jeans baby, oh, fuck," Dean moans right in time with you, and if your thoughts were less jumbled you'd realize just how much he's sharing in your pleasure. But right now, there is nothing in you mind except the bliss of his thigh underneath you.

"Shit, shit, shit," you pant, knowing your orgasm is on its way by the tightening in your stomach. You pick up the pace, grinding faster and harder and angling yourself to graze your clit every time. Fucking hell, Dean feels good.

"I- ah, fuck, fuck, I'm close, Dean, fuck," you warn, and Dean sets to work on playing with your breasts with his hands. Then his mouth is sucking on your neck, and it's all too much for you to handle.

"Fuck yes, baby, I want you to cum all over my thigh, fuck, yes," Dean urges you, and instantly goes back to kissing your shoulder. You feel completely overwhelmed with pleasure seeming to hit you in waves, reaching your entire body. But the heat centers between your legs, and you fall onto Dean, no longer able to even hold yourself up. Your muffled moans push into his shoulder, and you grind onto him at hyper speed.

"Fuck, Dean!" you scream, muscles freaking out on you as you cum all over his thigh, just like he wanted. When the white subsides from your vision, you lay heaving, still collapsed on top of Dean. He's breathing heavy too, and you both stay in silence for a minute, recovering.

"That," Dean pants, "was the single hottest thing I've ever fucking been a part of. Holy shit. Holy shit, I can't believe you came so quickly, so hard, so fucking loudly," he says, clearly shocked and pleased. You smile, but don't respond, focusing instead on trying to get air back in your lungs.

"Fuck, I can feel your cum, baby, fuck. We are so doing this again, holy fuck," Dean kisses the side of your head, and you laugh breathlessly.

"Hell fucking yes we are."

#dean winchester #dean winchester imagine #dean x reader #dean imagine #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #supernatural imagine #supernatural #supernatural x you

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Caught Red Handed

Pairing: Sam x reader

Warnings: smut, swearing

Requested: not even a little

Word count: 2159

Blurb: this is a hand kink imagine because I fuckin love hands, try to stop me bitch I dare you. no but if a hand kink isn't something you're interested in, you can totally move on it's cool I get that it's not a best seller. but I'm just gonna put it out there that if by the end of this you don't see my side, you're straight up wrong. I'm not even sorry, you'd better thank me

"(Y/n)? You okay there?" Sam asks you, but he sounds far away. Your eyes are transfixed on his hands wrapped around the steering wheel of the impala, flecks of blood on his wrists and arms from the hunt you two just finished.

"Okay, you're seriously starting to worry me, (y/n). Did something happen? Why won't you answer me?" Sam says, glancing worriedly from you to the road and back. You come back into reality, about to apologize and brush it off when Sam does the unthinkable. It's like he knows that his hands are getting you hot and bothered. He snaps in front of your face, fingers flexing and veins standing out.

You groan aloud, unable to help yourself. He was retracting his hand, but freezes at the sound.

"(Y/n)?" he asks, and the air feels thicker suddenly. His hand stays put for a moment before he takes it away. Then, with both hands on the wheel, he pulls the car onto the side of the road and shuts it off. He unbuckles his seatbelt too, but you're frozen, watching his hands do all of these things, looking hotter every second. You lick your lips.

"(Y/n)... are you... are you staring at my hands?" he inquires. Part of your brain is sounding the panic alarm, knowing that the careful work you had done to cover up your hand kink was all coming undone. But for whatever reason, his hands seem extra appealing today.

When you don't answer his question, Sam whips his hands behind his back, and you let out a whine. A smirk grows on his face, your pout confirming his suspicion. With his hands out of sight, it fully hits you what's happening.

"What? No, Sam, no, what? No," you say, shaking your head vigorously, but to no use. He's laughing triumphantly, looking at you in disbelief. Shit, shit, shit.

"You have a thing for my hands," he states, giddy. You feel like crying. This is so not happening. What the hell is wrong with you today?

"No, no, no Sam, that's not true," you try to backtrack, knowing it's pointless but needing to try to cover this up.

"Don't be shy, baby. I think it's kinda hot," he says, still laughing. Your cheeks are flushed bright red and you have never wanted to be swallowed by the earth more than in this moment.

"Sammy, no, listen, I-"

"I bet you'd be less shy if I put my hands on you," Sam shuts you up, his voice an octave or two lower than before. Your eyes go wide and you bite your lip to keep yourself in check, sucking in air through your teeth.

He laughs again at your reaction, breaking the sexy act and making your face go even redder. This is crazy embarrassing.

"Stop Sam, this is harassment," you whine, giving up on trying to deny what's happening.

"I'm sorry baby, you're just so cute when you're flustered. And who knew you had a kinky side!" He exclaims, and you swat his arm, cross with him as he doesn't stop laughing.

"Leave me alone, you jerk!" You say, hitting him playfully again. He smiles and takes the chance to lean into you, his lips meeting yours. It's a warm and sweet kiss, one that says he's sorry for teasing. But you know he's not that sorry, because he's still smiling madly.

You kiss him back anyways, unlocking your seat belt to scoot closer. Then Sam pulls his hands back out from behind him and gently places them on your jaw, making you moan lightly into his mouth. He takes the opportunity to start exploring your mouth with his tongue, thumbs caressing your cheeks as your body turns to jello under his touch.

He pulls back from the kiss for a moment, face still close to yours and hands still holding your chin. "I love you, (y/n)," he says, leaning back into another quick kiss before pulling away once more. "And these hands," Sam's fingers slide down over your neck, past your shoulders, and to your chest. Now he puts his mouth up against your ear, cupping your still covered breasts, and says, "These hands... are gonna prove it to you."

You moan as he trails his hands down your front and up under your shirt. They're cold against your flushed skin, and his lips suck on your neck as you throw your head back. He uses his grip on your ribs to push you back so you're laying up against the window and he's straddling you. Applying more pressure, he rubs your back, arms stretching out your shirt and lifting it up as he reaches around you.

After tracing up and down your spine a few more times, Sam finally pushes your shirt all the way up and off, running his hands over your arms to help slide it off. His palms never leave your skin, and this is the longest you've ever had his hands on you non-stop. It's clear that you're enjoying yourself, bucking your hips up into Sam and letting out sighs and moans.

"Sam, oh, god, please, Sam," you whimper, not sure what you're begging for but not caring. He unhooks your bra, once again utilizing his hands with every movement. His fingers trace your breasts, and after he's had his fun playing with you that way, he leans his head down to suck on them.

Sam keeps one hand on the nipple not in his mouth, switching back and forth, and uses the other to push flat against your arching back. His wet mouth glides against your hot skin and makes raw, filthy sounds. He tries to look up at you as he works, but his hair falls into his face as he does so. You make a move to push it out of the way, but he uses the hand on your back to latch onto your wrist and put it back by your side. You look down at him, confused.

Sam, with his left hand pinching your left nipple and mouth sucking your right one into his mouth, takes his free hand and runs it through his hair. You claw at his back and moan exceptionally loud, watching his hand push back and weave within his soft brown hair. His eyes are locked on you and he doesn't stop what he's doing for a second.

"Sam!" You cry out, feeling so turned on it's hard for you to catch your breath. He finally releases your breasts, coming back up to kiss you. His lips are slick with his own saliva, and the kiss is open mouthed and passionate. He places one hand on the nape of your neck to pull you into him even further, fingers gripping snugly. His other hand ventures lower.

Sam amazingly undoes your jeans with just one hand, and the dexterity of his fingers makes you moan again into his lips. He gives a little laugh, but doesn't slow down at all. He tugs down the waistband of your pants and slips his hand into them, staying outside of your underwear. Then, using just his middle finger, he grazes across your pussy lips through the fabric. It makes you gasp, but it's nowhere near enough contact for you, so you push your hips down, trying to grind onto his hand. Sam clicks his tongue in disapproval and uses his other hand to hold you in place.

"Let my hands do the work, babe," he whispers, but it only makes you more desperate to buck into him. He gradually applies more pressure, but it's torturously slow.

After far too much teasing, Sam finally pushes aside your soaked panties. You grip tighter onto his shoulders, trying to stay steady. He leans in to kiss you, distracting you. You get so caught up with his tongue on yours that you jump in surprise when he shoves one finger into you with no warning. In your startled jump, you of course bite down on your own tongue. The sound that comes out next is somewhere between pain and ecstasy as Sam's finger pauses inside of you.

"Geez, you okay?" He asks, genuinely concerned and seeming to forget that he has a digit knuckle deep inside you. You writhe around a bit, trying to get more pleasure from his still hand, but he must see it as more pain.

"Shit, I'm sorry (y/n), I-"

"Ahg, for fucks sake Sam! Fucking finger me already!" you cry out, unable to stop your frustration. A smile creeps up on his face as he realizes what he's accidentally done. You growl when he still doesn't move.

"Oh, you want me to finger fuck your little pussy, is that it?" He asks, just barely starting to shake his finger from side to side against your walls.

"Please, Sam!" You scream out, needy and ready to beg if it's what he wants. God, anything to stop the waiting. Anything for him to finger you.

And as suddenly as he started the first time, he begins thrusting his finger into you again. You cry his name, throwing your head back and panting as he picks up the pace. He's using two fingers now, scissoring them inside of you and stretching you out. You feel overwhelmed with buzzing excitement.

"Think you can take a third, baby?" Sam asks, and you smile when you realize he's panting nearly as hard as you are. But as what he's asking registers in your mind, that smile is quickly replaced with concern.

"Sam," you warn, trying to keep your voice level as he keeps up his pace. With the hand holding your hip, he uses his thumb to caress your skin reassuringly.

"I think you can," he says, nodding with resolve. You try to prepare yourself but your body protests instead.

"Sam, no, Sam, I don- aa-ah oh my god - fucking shit, Sam!" you yell, feeling the sting of his third finger entering you at the same pace. Before, the speed was exhilarating, but now, it's overwhelming to the point of making you incapable of thinking straight.

Everything is jumbled in your head except for the clear idea of how good Sam's fingers feel inside of you. Eventually his second hand finds its way down to flick and tap on your clit, making the sensation even stronger.

"C'mon baby, c'mon, c'mon, you can do it. Do it for me, baby, cum all over my fingers. That's it, that's it, ride my hand, c'mon baby," Sam urges, going hard on your clit and thrusting all three fingers knuckles deep, curling them inside you each time. You can't stop your hips from pushing down into him, knowing you're moments away from your orgasm.

When it comes, it comes hard. Your legs shake, you squeeze your eyes shut, and even though you try to scream, nothing comes out of your open mouth. Sam whispers encouragement the whole way through it, seeming to enjoy himself greatly despite how his hand must hurt clamped between your legs.

He pulls his hands away as you finish, letting you try to catch your breath. You're both smiling widely.

"Thank you," you breathe out, and Sam laughs lightly, kissing your cheek.

"For what?" he asks, and you blush.

"For embracing my hand thing," you sheepishly explain, and he laughs again, kissing your lips this time.

" 'Course, baby. But, uh, we aren't done yet," he replies with a glint is his eyes. You survey him warily, not sure how much more you can handle.

"I want you to watch me closely, okay, baby?" he instructs you, and you nod obediently. Doing as you're told, you see his smirk grow as he lifts his hand up in front of his face between you two.

He flexes his fingers, making a quick fist and then stretching his hand out again. A soft moan escapes you as he does so, your eyes tracing over his every movement. His fingers are shiny with your wetness, and watching the veins and muscles move on his hand makes you start to feel excited all over again.

But then he pulls his fingers into his mouth, taking the same three that had been inside you past his lips. He sucks on them slowly while not once taking his eyes away from yours, creating vulgar noises and eliciting similar noises from you as you watch the show he puts on.

After he's cleaned them, his fingers glide leisurely out of his mouth, and he rests his palm on the junction between your shoulder and neck as he licks his lips, still not breaking eye contact.

"Holy fucking fuck, Sam," you whimper, and he laughs fully and happily in his victory.

"That was perfect," he states, serious again. You heartily agree, showing him by pulling him in to kiss you one more time.

"And I am so totally going to use this against you, baby."

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have you been converted or what?

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Workout

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: smut, swearing

Requested: nope

Word count: 2281

Blurb: dom!reader and Dean find a way to exercise that’s much more fun than Sam’s runs.

"Alright guys. I'm headed out for my run. Should be back in about an hour or two. Later," Sam called out and waved goodbye, slipping out the door of the bunker and popping in headphones as he went. Dean muttered under his breath, sitting across from you at the library table.

"Dean, I can feel the anti-exercise vibes from here," you say, teasing and shutting your book. He looks up from his laptop, not sharing your laughter.

"Running. For an hour or two. Who takes a run for an hour or two? Can you believe that shit? Do you think anyone actually enjoys working out?" He demands, and you can't help but keep chuckling. But for whatever reason, the sigh that leaves his lips after he's finished seems to flip a switch in your brain.

"I do, actually," you say genuinely, licking your lips and leaning forward in your chair. Dean does a double take, face falling.

"Oh no, don't tell me you're going to start getting out of our bed at some ungodly hour to do push-ups or some bullshit," he pleads, not at all catching your drift.

"There are fun ways to exercise, Dean. Very, very fun ways," you reply, but by the look of increased offense on Dean's face you know he still has no idea what you're talking about.

He starts up on a tangent about how he thought you two agreed on boycotting Sam's obnoxious healthy ways, but you roll your eyes and weigh your options instead of listening to him. You could wait until he realizes what you're saying, staying smooth and sexy, but there's no saying how long that might take. You love him, but Dean could be a little slow with things like this. You decide to scrap the cutesy stuff and get right to the goods.

"Dean, I'm talking about sex. While Sam is out running, we should work out too. I'm saying we should have sex," you talk over him, finding he shuts up astonishingly quick when you bring up the act. Understanding brightens his face as he sees the game you were trying to play, and his mouth quirks up into a smile at your bluntness.

"I stand corrected. There certainly are enjoyable forms of exercise," he says, pushing his chair back as he stands. You two laugh, not wasting time as you rush him to the bedroom.

The second you're through the door, his lips are on yours. You put heat into the open mouthed kiss, holding the sides of his face, feeling the tiny stubble scratch your palms and face as his hands rub your hips, staying just barely above your ass. He backs you up further and further, eventually letting you fall back into the bed, knees bent over the edge. He smiles down at you devilishly and your chest heaves with anticipation.

"This is the hardest part, (y/n)," he says, standing over you still. You tilt your head to the side, feeling silly being the confused one now.

"The hardest part is...?"

"Trying to decide if I want to rip off your clothes and fuck you into oblivion or if I want to strip off mine and let you ride me until I'm screaming," he growls, and you can't stop the moan that comes out when he makes the second offer. He smirks, knowing he has his answer.

Dean steps back and starts to pull his flannel down his arms as you prop yourself up on your elbows, eager to watch. He acts like he has all the time in the world, but you know that as much as he loves torturing you, it's just as painful for him to wait and wait.

Now he's reaching across his body and pulling up the hem of his tshirt. You are starting to get unbearably hot, watching him expose his toned chest to you. It's soon tossed to the floor, and you lick your lips at the sight before you. But as he continues to move at a snail's pace with his belt, you lose patience.

You jolt up and off the bed, moving yourself into Dean's personal space. Your chest flush against his, you push his hands out of the way and undo his belt yourself. He looks smug as hell at first, knowing his little act worked. But it doesn't take long before you've got him completely naked in front of you, all the while not even having taken off your own socks.

"Knees," you demand, and his smugness is quickly draining. You're in control now, and he knows it. But he hesitates, looking at the hardwood floor scattered with his clothes. But he's held up the show for far too long already, so you decide to stop playing nice.

You strut over to the wall, resting your back against it and dragging Dean to stand in front of you. After another once-over of his amazing body, you place your hands firmly on his shoulders. And you push down. He ungracefully falls to his knees with a grunt, taking his own turn to trail his gaze up your body.

"Now let me tell you how this next part goes. You get the honor of unbuttoning my pants, and then you're going to eat me out. We said we were going to work out, so you'd better put that mouth to work, you hear me? When I say faster, you go faster. When I say stop, you stop. Think you can handle that? Good. Let's go, Dean," you instruct him, holding under his chin to be sure he looks you in the eyes as you say it. The second that you let go of his face, he hurries to tug down your jeans. You get chills of excitement as he positions himself just right between your legs.

For as much as you're in control of him, hands in his hair to guide him, so long as his lips are on you, he has the upper hand. You know he has to know by now how good he is at oral. There's just something about his full lips, his warm tongue, his stubble. He does things you can't imagine, hands holding your hips as you rock yourself into him, moaning loud. But he lets you stay in power, listening when you cry out for him to go faster, harder, faster, faster, faster.

Dean starts to hum into you, pleased by the vulgar sounds he's pulling out of you as he works. You can't take your eyes off of his face shoved between your legs, getting closer to orgasm every second. You start scratching helplessly at his scalp, not having anything else to hold onto. He moans at the hair pulling, and the sensation against you is amazing.

"Stop!" You cry out, and Dean pauses in confusion, tongue still inside of you when he freezes. You groan at the stillness, but yank his head away nonetheless.

"What is it, (y/n)?" he asks, sending doe eyes up at you as he pouts his lips, still slick with your wetness.

"You haven't been a good boy, baby. And only good boys get my cum all over their pretty little faces. You don't get that privilege tonight. Now go lay down on the bed," you command, ignoring Dean's whines in protest. He stands up unwillingly and trudges back to the bed, laying flat on his back, exposed to you.

He's just where you want him, and you smirk widely as you start to peel off your shirt achingly slow. He growls in frustration, knowing what you're about to do. Once your shirt is off, you slide your already unbuttoned pants down your legs carefully, pulling your socks off with them. Standing before him in your bra and underwear, you can see his cock throbbing with excitement.

You advance onto the bed as you take your time unhooking your bra. You inch forward until you're straddling him, but stay up on your knees. Refusing to give Dean contact with your still covered pussy, you put your hands on either side of his head and lean down.

You get up close and personal with his ear, but tease him by halting your movements and just breathing. You don't say a word, you don't move a muscle, and you can tell he's holding his breath, just waiting for whatever it is you do next. Your smile broadens, and then, in one snap of a moment, you grind your hips down onto his hard cock, lips attaching themselves to his jaw where you suck and kiss his stubble.

Dean cries out in pleasure, hands flying to your ass to hold it as you push into him harder and harder. He can't contain himself as he finally gets the attention for his cock he's been craving. You stop as suddenly as you started, leaving him to cut off his moan and turn it into a sort of mewl of frustration. But you're only pausing to lean back and pull off your soaked panties, feeling as anxious as him.

"Shit," you say, hanging your head and quitting your movements back onto him. "Condom?"

Dean sighs with his eyes closed, frustrated that he had also forgotten. He fumbles around to get to the bedside table, blindly reaching in the drawer in attempts to find one of his stash. When he doesn't succeed in the first ten seconds, you replace his hands and grab one yourself. It doesn't take long before you've ripped it open, taking the chance to stroke his cock as you slide it onto him. He moans, bucking his hips into your hands.

"Fuck, you're so hot," Dean says through gritted teeth, looking up at you. You smile down at him, leaning to give him a quick peck before settling yourself on top of his hips again.

"You ready?" you ask, already knowing the answer but wanting to push Dean even further. He doesn't answer with words, simply grabs your hips and tries to shove you down onto him. You resist, pulling his hands off of you sharply. You then pin his wrists above his head, leaving his eyes wide.

"I'm in control here, remember? No touching unless I say so. Be a good boy now, because I won't be as nice about your punishment this time around, got it?" You say, and Dean swallows, nodding his head strongly. Satisfied with his obedience, you finally get ready to have him inside you.

Sliding the head of his cock up and down your slit, you hum in sweet bliss. But you can't tease yourself any longer, and sink down onto his hard cock in one swift motion. He stretches your walls, and you both begin to moan even louder than before. He fills you up perfectly, and you breathe frantically as you bounce up and down.

"So, ah, tight," he forces the words out, and you groan, moving faster still. You see his eyes flit back and forth from watching your breasts jump and watching the junction of where he's entering you. Placing your hands on his chest to steady yourself, you can't help but look down too.

Obscene noises fill the room and sweat gathers on the back of your neck and scalp. You keep going and going, speeding up and slowing down over and over. It feels so good, the rhythm feels so natural. But as you get closer and closer for the second time that night, the rhythm starts to get messier.

"Dean, oh, shit, Dean, Dean, Dean," you pant, shoving yourself down hard each time. By now you're taking every inch of him, skin slapping as the moaning grows in volume. You know he's close too, feeling him pulse inside you.

"Can I-fuck, ah, fuck, can I please touch?" he begs and stammers, and you bob your head in permission. He hisses out a yes, hands shooting towards you right away. One latches onto your hip hard enough to bruise, helping you continue. With the other, Dean sets to circling your clit.

You fall forward on your elbows as he applies more pressure than you can handle, feeling your walls clamp down onto him. You scream out his name, letting his hand guide you to keep thrusting through your orgasm. Everything is blurred out except for that feeling of buzzing pleasure.

The second you're finished, about to call too much and needing to stop, Dean reaches his own peak. Your pussy aches as he pushes through his orgasm. He yells out your name, mixed with profanities. He fills the condom, finally releasing your hip and allowing you to pull off of him.

You slump and lay beside him as he discards of the condom, both of you struggling to right yourselves. Part of you wants to curl up in his arms, but you're both so sweaty you aren't sure it's worth it. So you lay on your backs side by side, listening to each other breathe heavily.

"I love working out," Dean says, making you both giggle.

"Told you exercise was fun," you reply, his hand finding yours and squeezing. You lay there for another moment, perfectly happy.

"You know, just to be healthy and all, we should probably exercise daily. More than once a day, really. You know. Staying on top of health is important," he smiles as he teases you, but you both know he's not really kidding.

"Oh, it's a good thing I have you looking out for my well-being, Dean."

"So is that you agreeing to have extra sex?" He asks, turning on his side to face you, still holding your hand. You smile.

"What do you think, Winchester?"

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