𝑵𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚 ❤︎ 𝑺𝒂𝒎 𝑾.

Summary: Sam missed you<3

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!reader

Wordcount: 3,161 Genre: Smut🌹

WARNINGS: (obviously) smut, oral (f ! receiving), fingering, unprotected P in V (wrap that shit the fuck up irl), Creampie, nipple play, pussy spankin, thigh spankin, pet names

Notes: I asked if I should write Sam smut, someone (@charliesangel67) said should, so I did:) (if this is bad, I’m sorry, this my first time writing smut lowkey and I’ve never had sex🧍🏾‍♀️) (credit to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the 1st divider) (Also, Dean fanfic coming soon!) also, this is technically black!fem!reader. But the language is so generic, that you can tell, so I made it fem!user. And I didn’t spell check this very well, so sorry.

You weren’t a hunter. You tried hunting once, almost died, then automatically realized that you weren’t cut out for it.

The thought of leaving your soft mattress for a hard, springy motel one, the smell of used boots mixed with bad air freshener and sharing a room with your boyfriend’s brother—the dirtiest and careless guy you’ve ever met? You cringed at the thought. So, you and Sam made a deal, he’ll visit you once every two weeks, while you could help with studying lore from the comfort of your own apartment (thank god).

Today was visiting day and knowing how needy Sam’s been recently when he calls you, you knew you probably weren’t gonna be walking tomorrow. So you cleaned up around the apartment, cause who knows where he’s gonna bend you over?

Could be the kitchen, could be the balcony, you might as well be prepared.

You also decided to wear his favorite lingerie set of yours to surprise him. But, as you were still cleaning your room—thinking he was gonna arrive at 8 pm—you suddenly hear the main door of your apartment open and a deep voice shouting: “Baby? You here? I come bearing gifts” from the living room. Knowing Sam was the only one with the key to your apartment, and the only one who would call you baby—You practically bolt out your room.

Then, you saw him. All 6’4 of him in the living room, closing the door behind him with a bag on his shoulder and a Victoria’s secret bag in his other hand. He grins, “Surpise.” He says jokingly.

He had arrived two hours early to surprise you instead.

You squeal in excitement and immediately run up to your boyfriend and hug him tightly. Only for him to drop both his bags and pick you up, kissing you softly as you cup his face. His hands wrapping around your thighs as your legs wrap around his torso.

Finally, when you both pull back from the kiss, a smile stays on his face as he looks at you. “Hi.” You say softly with a smile, giving him a peck on the nose, “Hi.” He says, his smile growing as he looks back at you, then he attacks you with more kisses on your cheeks and neck, which causes you to giggle. When he pulls back and looks back at you again, “I got you a gift.” he says as he puts you down, his voice barely hiding the excitement he felt—hiding excitement around you was something he was never good at.

He picks up the Victoria Secret bag from the ground, his smile growing wider as he hands it to you. “Now,” he says, as he starts explaining himself, “I tried to find one that we both would like, but if you don’t like it, I’ll get you something else tomorrow to make up for it, I promise” he says as you open the gift, but your mouth was already agape in awe.

Sam had gotten you a new lingerie set, a pink one—the bra was pale pink and covered in embroidered pink hearts with embroidered dark pink and pale pink flowers that had small green leaves. The thong being pale pink with pink hearts all over it, you smile as you look up at Sam, “It’s beautiful.” You say, almost in awe that he got it for you. Not that he didn’t buy you gifts often, you just loved it when he did.

You immediately pull him down to your level and kiss him softly, cupping his face as he smiles against your lips, which also makes a smile grow on your face. When you pull back and look up into his eyes, a smile grows on your lips as you see the excitement on his face. “Thank you.” You say softly, giving him another kiss, then another, then another one that was longer. You feel him grab your hips and squeeze them gently, until he abruptly pulls back and says : “I want you to go try it on” in a soft yet eager voice. You nod with a smile stuck to your lips, give him another kiss and go straight to the bathroom to try on his gift.

You couldn’t stop looking at yourself in the mirror, Sam’s gift looks amazing on you. The pink sheer lace and the color of the embroidery against your skin, it looks so pretty.

As you continue looking at yourself in the mirror, you hear Sam knocking on the door and realize you probably kept Sam waiting for a little bit. “Can I come in?” He says, you can almost hear the jitteriness in his voice through the door, which makes you smile a bit, it always warms your heart to see Sam get excited about you feeling pretty, so you open the door.

Sam looks at you in fascination. His lips ajar as he looks at the lingerie set on you, admiring the way you look. “You look amazing.” He says in awe. You smirk, and as if you were on the same wavelength, you’re practically on each other in the next 0.2 seconds, kissing each other passionately.

Sam immediately sits you on the bathroom counter as he kisses you, his hands sliding from the back your thighs, to your ass, to your hips, giving them a light squeeze. You keep your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist, your fingers sliding through his hair as he grinds his bulge right against your slit, the lace of your panties being a thin barrier between his bulge and your clit. You moan against his lips before he pulls back to catch his breath, looking down at you with a small smirk on his face, “You like that, sweetheart?” He teases as he grips your hips tightly. You nod and let out a small whine, your eyes looking up at him with desperation.

He looks down at the mess you had already to manage to make on his jeans, his smirk widens. “You missed me a lot, huh?” He says sarcastically, he slowly moves his hand in between your legs, moving your lace panties to the side and rubbing your clit teasingly, causing you to gasp. He slowly moves his fingers through your folds, feeling how much you were dripping for him. “Holy shit.” He says in amazement, as if he’s never seen you wet before, like he doesn’t know every inch of you and how to make you shake.

You bite your lip as you watch his fingers, then look up at him, watching him as he continues looking at your pussy in awe. “I love how wet you get for me.” He says breathlessly, then he slips his finger in slowly, moving it at a steady pace. You let out a broken moan, whining as he teases you. “Sammy.” You say as you continue whining, grabbing his arm as you give him a look of desperation, showing him how much you need his touch. Due to him loving the way you beg for him, he gave in automatically, slipping in another finger effortlessly, biting his lip at the way you flutter around his fingers.

You let out a slight whimper, toes curling at the way his fingers hit your g-spot. You roll your eyes back and grab his forearm, guiding him as you let out a whine. And just like everything else about you, he lived for it.

He loves seeing you feel good, so you making him give you what you wanted—how you wanted it——It’s incredibly sexy to him. He looks up at you, his pupils growing black as he continues moving his fingers exactly how you guided him. You move your hand to the collar of his shirt and pull him in for a kiss immediately, desperate and messy. Teeth gnashing as you kiss, your hands grasping for him as his fingers move faster inside you, making you whine and whimper into the kiss.

Right as you both can feel your pussy fluttering even more around Sam’s fingers, on the verge of clenching around them and cumming your brains out—he slips his fingers out to tease you. Causing you to whine as he pulls back from you and your lips. He spanks your thigh lightly, without even saying a word and you automatically spread your legs. He lowers himself on his knees, grabbing your legs and resting them on his shoulders, he looks up at you, a smirk growing on his face as he leans in and kisses your inner thighs softly, teasingly. “You want this?” He asks, as his lips move and leave soft kisses on your slit.

You nod eagerly as you look down at him, letting out soft whimpers as you grab his hair, “Words, baby.” He says softly, then he gives your clit a soft, lingering kiss. “Yes, Sammy- Please.” you whine as your grip gets tighter, his smirks grows even wider.

He slowly dives in, giving your clit kitten licks, his finger teasing you as he circles your entrance again. You moan softly, arching your back as your legs wrap around his head, he looks up at you as he finally laps at your clit with his tongue. He watches you, the way you get louder and whiner, the way you try to say his name as you cry out in pleasure, he watches the way your eyes roll back, and it makes him even more desperate to make you feel nothing but bliss. He slips his finger in you again as he sucks your clit vigorously, his hand going at a medium pace as he looks up at you. His fingers flicking the spot inside you that made you cry tears of pleasure, his tongue going faster against your clit, you feel the pleasure taking your body over and making you feel light as air.

You’re already getting close and he’s just getting started. Your legs start to tremble as your moans gets louder, your pussy clamping around his fingers as you squirm for dear life. His mind going a mile a minute, doing anything he can for the approval of your pleasure. He continues to suck on your clit as you come, loving how your whines sounded while he carries you through your climax. Your thighs tremble even harder around his head as you squirm and whine from the pleasure, trying to push his head away as your back arches. His grip onto your hips tightens as he relentlessly keeps going.

Once you fully finish, he pulls back and looks up at you, licking his lips as he slowly stands up. He admires your shaky, sniveling form, then he kisses you softly. You taste yourself on his lips as he grabs the bottom of your thighs and picks you up swiftly, letting your legs wrap back around his waist, then he starts walking towards your bedroom. You pull back, kissing his neck and his jaw softly, your fingers sliding into his hair and tugging slightly. “Fuck—“ he says breathlessly.

Sam kicks your slightly ajar bedroom door open as he kisses you, tongue swirling against yours as he kicks the door closed behind him. He pulls back from the kiss and kisses your jaw as he walks to your bed, biting your earlobe. “God, I missed you so much, baby.” He says breathlessly against your ear and lays you on the bed, nudging your legs open with his knee kissing your neck roughly.

He sits up and roughly takes off his flannel and undershirt, leaving his torso completely bare as he looks down at you. You look down his body—you see his anti-possession tattoo on the right side of his chest that matches the one you have on your lower back, his pecs that twitch after he takes off his clothes , the way his skin shines from the moonlight shining through the window, the way his abs tense, his v-line—the wetness that was making your inner thighs sticky was proof that you missed him and needed him as soon as possible.

He smirks and leans down, hands beside your head as he kisses you deeply yet again. He grabs your hand slides it down his torso to the front of his pants, you feel the bulge against your palm, practically bursting out of his jeans as you palm him. “You feel that?” He says against your lips, “That’s how badly I need you, that’s all for you. No one else but you, pretty girl.” He says breathlessly, as your hand slides up to his belt and unbuckles it. He immediately slips off his jeans, leaving him in his boxers that had a small wet spot from the pre-cum he was already leaking. You immediately bite you lip and grab the waistband of his boxers, looking up at him for permission, to which, he nods. And you yank them down, like the presence of them annoyed you.

His tip flushed, angry red—as pre-cum continues to leak from it. His shaft standing up, pointing straight at you as it throbs. He grabs his shaft, rubbing his thumb against his tip to collect precum and using it as he strokes himself slowly. He leans his head back as he moans, “Fuck,”, he looks down at you, “look at what you do to me, pretty girl.” He moans breathlessly. You look up at him and bite your lip as he strokes himself, the sight making your legs spread mindlessly, exposing your slickness to him, he smirks as he looks down at you. His hand stops stroking himself and he immediately goes back to leaning over you.

He leans down to your neck and kisses your pulse point, which leads to him nipping and kissing at the skin of your neck as he slips his hand behind your back. He undoes your bra ,he slides your bra straps down your shoulders as he leaves soft kisses along your collarbone bone, his kisses going lower until he go to your sternum, then he starts leaving hickey’s all over your breasts. one hand tweaking with one nipple as he sucks the other, his other hand rubbing your clit as he does so. You let out a whine, squirming under his touch as your slickness gets nosier, making your eagerness known. Your fingers slide through his hair, grabbing firmly as continues leaving hickey’s on your skin .

He pulls back and kisses your neck again, giving your pussy a light spank as he sits up a bit, making your legs shake slightly. His tip aligns with your entrance, watching you while you whimper and squirm right under him with a small smirk. “I know, baby. Patience.” He reassures softly, leaning down to kiss your jaw softly. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear and comforts you as he slides his hand in between your legs and teasingly rubs your clit again, after a few moments, he finally fills you up unexpectedly.

You out a loud gasp, whimpering as you get adjusted. His hips start to move forward roughly, plunging into you as you moan loudly at the feeling of his girth stretching your pussy. “There we go, baby. Taking me s’well—” He says in a quiet, breathless voice before he cuts himself off, trying his best not to moan. He leans down and kisses your neck, muffling his noises against your skin as you whine and moan from his tip brutally hitting your cervix.

He lets out a choked whine at the way you wrap around his cock, his hands grasping at the sheets as he starts moving his hips faster. Your breath hitches before you let out choked sobs of pleasure, your legs wrap tightly around him and your pussy flutters around his dick, your body showing him how close you are. He groans with his eyes shut as his hands ball into fists, he leans down, still moving his hips as he talks, “Am I doing good, baby? Am I making you feel good?” He whimpers pathetically, looking down at you with desperation in his eyes.

It didn’t matter if you were clenching around him and there was a slick, wet mess all over his lower half, it didn’t even matter if you were standing screaming his name (not that those things didn’t get him close), hearing the words from your mouth made him closer to cumming in you than anything else. You nod as you cry from the pleasure, “Yes— Yes, Sammy.” You moan loudly. Your nails digging into his shoulders and breaking skin, leaving scratches as you scream from the pleasure.

He lets out a moan, at the way you practically clamp down around him, the way you trap him inside of you. The movement of his hips get sloppy and uncoordinated as you both get closer, he leans down to kiss you softly while his hips move roughly, doing anything to get you to come with him. Right as Sam feels him self getting close, your back arches and you clench around him tightly, legs shaking around his hips and loud, uncontrollable cries start coming from your lips. After a few thrusts, he immediately comes after, hiding his face in your neck as whimpers and groans, grabbing your hips tightly as his hips chase the pleasure of him making you feel satisfaction.

He breathes heavily as he catches his breath. He admires you and your blissed out, shaky, whimpering state, he always thought you looked pretty like this. He leans down and kisses you softly, deeply, his tongue intertwining with yours, the passion through his movements showing you how much he loves you. He slowly pulls back and looks down at you again, a proud smile growing on his face—he was the one that made you clench around him as you came, he was the one who made you whimper and beg, he was the one to give that pleasure to you, and he was grateful to do it.

“You did so good, sweetheart.” He reassures as he moves your hair from your face, lifting your chin and rubbing his thumb against your cheek. “You look so pretty like this.” He says softly, admiring how you look, then he kisses your neck softly and slowly pulls himself out of you. You whine softly as he continues to reassure you, “Shhh, it’s okay” he whispers then kisses your jaw, “it’s okay, honey” he says quietly as you whimper from the loss of being wrapped around him.

He gently slides his hand to your lower back and pulls you closer, wrapping your legs around him, doing the same with your arms around his shoulder and picking you up. “We’re gonna go clean up now, okay?” He says softly, you nod tiredly as you lay your head on his chest, which causes a small smile to grow on his lips.

Out of everything that happened tonight, this was the best part.