Summary: After discovering things about the hunt that you and the Winchester brothers did, Sam was extremely exhausted and too hot to bother. But apparently, not exhausted when it comes to you.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI!, Smut with no plot, Pet names, cockwarming, riding, fingers, unprotected piv, grinding, whimpering, perverted thoughts, blowjob, face fucking, neck biting,, pussy play, afab!reader, no mentions of Yn, size difference, risky public sex, dirty talk, playful teasing, fluff. Your Sammy isn't a sweetie when it comes to bed, or should I say car?
Pairings: Sam Winchester x reader
Note: If anyone is wondering, my thumb healed😌✌️ —I'm sorry for late the post, my service is really bad in the meantime.
You both were sitting on your car, staring out the window. Sam had his head resting on his arm, glaring at the wheel half-heartedly. He was exhausted from too much huntings, and Dean would even want a rest, even for an hour or so. He's way past that— thinking that hunt will just subside his feelings about what he went through in hell.
And Sam is just there on the back of the car with the seat inclined so he was laying down, thinking about how much he wanted to claim you ever since the day you met. He's turning feral about the thought of you. The image of you cumming on his cock, moaning his name until your voice turns hoarse, or when you ride him with so much pleasure because he's filling you up too much.
He wanted you so bad, worshipping you more than how he believes in God. Sometimes he doubt it. The existence of the man from above. But fuck, he had seen everything that glimpse past his eyes. Demons, Monsters, Wendingos, everything.
He turned to look at you, swallowing a pit in his stomach that he can hardly contain. He cleared his throat, sitting up slightly and rests his body weight on his elbow. His hair looked fluffy, his face looks so adorable. But his thoughts differ.
"Hey." He was the first to break the silence, staring at you— no, staring down at your body. Straight to your breasts and down to your exposed legs. One could mistake him as a lusting Demon. Oh wait, he is one. Partially.
You looked at him, raising a single eyebrow that you could manage. "Yeah?" You replied shortly, staring back at his eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing. I can't get you out of my damn head." He blurted out purposely, his face slightly scrunching at the thought of you, biting his lip awkwardly.
"Hey, Sammy?" You called.
He looked back at you. "Oh, yeah? Why?"
"Stop being a bitch and tell me what you want." You demanded lightly, sitting up and stared at him with sternness in your eyes.
You slipped from the driver's seat and into the backseat, gripping the back of his neck before kissing him roughly— with him kissing you back with the same force you offered at the first place. He grunted softly, pulling you on his lap with his hands on your ass. Sam looked up at you, pulling away to stare at your face before pressing his lips against yours once again.
Not missing a chance to bite your lip, he was already moving his way to your shorts. He chuckles, slipping a hand inside. "Tell me." He whispered to your ear, rubbing a gentle circle on your clit.
"Please, please, Sammy.."
He tilted his head to the side in mockery, slowing down his movements. "Uh-huh?"
"Fuck, Sammy. Please make me feel good.." You begged, staring down at him. You received a smirk from him, feeling his fingers dipping inside your entrance. You moaned, moving your hips against his hand that was fingering you open. And you felt another finger prod at your entrance, you clenched your eyes shut but you can hear him breath heavily.
He grunted quietly, pulling you towards him and kissed you while scissoring you open. His fingers curled inside you, finding the spot that is sensitive out of everything, like an Angel on a mission. And he succeeded without any struggle. You moaned against his lips, both hands gripping on his hair tightly, and he moaned at the slight burn of how you tug on his hair.
"Please, fuck—!" You cried out, feeling a third finger enter you. "No, no, Sammy! I can't take it anymore!" You moaned, burying your face on the crook of his neck and clenched your eyes shut.
"Of course you can, you know damn well that if you can't take my fingers, then you can't take my cock." He whispered on your ear hoarsely, biting the shell of your skin with a grin. He pulled his fingers out without letting you cum, which made you grunt in anger.
"Why would you do that?" You hissed, staring down at him with hunger in your eyes. He grinned, lifting you up and took off his jeans, along with his underwear.
"Because I need you to do something else for me." He said, voice hoarse and tight. "You choose, suck or fuck?"
You didn't dare to say another word, getting down between his legs and didn't even bother caring about how tight the backseat is. You looked up at him, offering him a not-so-innocent smile. He touched your cheeks gently before it slid on your head and he wrapped your hair around his hand tightly.
You parted your lips, spitting on his cock and he moaned softly. With your saliva smearing on his tip, you leaned down and took him in your mouth— every inch, and gagged around him. You didn't move, looking up at him which told him that you want him to take control. So he fucked your face.
He grunted and moaned, and whimpered. Everything. Fucking your mouth till the last bit, and he pulled you up with the mixture of saliva and cum on your mouth. He kissed you harshly, pulling you back on his lap to steady you and take his cock without another word.
He kissed your jaw, and bite your neck before sucking to make it more pleasurable. You sunk on his cock, moaning loudly and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your head threw back from the pleasure, grinding your hips against his lap. He moaned, clenching his eyes shut.
"Damn, baby.." He grunted, lifting his hips to meet your thrust. You were riding him and him fucking you at the same time. It was overwhelming. He pulled your shirt off, and without saying anything— he took your breast on his mouth, and kneeding the other while fucking you. You moved up and down his lap, looking down and felt his hand leave your breast and pull his face away. He looked down as you fuck yourself on his cock, his hand pressing on your lower abdomen that was sculpting the shape of his cock every thrust.
"M’that big, huh?" He chuckles, resting both of his hands on the either side of your waist and move you up and down his length. He was long.. and thick. He grunted, clenching his eyes shut and threw his head back. "Shit, yes, yes. Fuck, yes!"
He growled, gritting his teeth together. Your hips spasm on the way of cumming, moaning loudly. You were thankful the car was parked in the middle of nowhere and it's midnight. That sex was more exhausting that the restless hunt you did.
"Shit.." You breathed out heavily.
"Some other time?" He joked half-heartedly.
"Some other time." You agreed, still sitting on his lap with his cock inside you.
