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Sam being soulless wasn’t a secret to you. While sure, you missed the old Sam, you wouldn’t deny that there was something erotic about him being soulless. Maybe it was that smirk he would get, or the way he held himself. Either way, you’d caught yourself staring more than once.
You were leaning against the window frame of the motel that you and the boys were staying drinking your coffee as you waited for Dean. The case was finished, and he’d left the bar with some pretty brunette the night before. Hearing a knock on the door, you moved to open it, figuring it was Dean.
However, when you opened the door, you were greeted with a smirking Sam. “Y/N.” He said simply, moving forward. You backed up, allowing him in the room. Quieter than you had expected, he shut the door.
He gently took the cup from your hand and set it on the table, his eyes never leaving yours. Swallowing, your tongue darted out slightly to wet your lips. You jumped when his hands gripped your arms, just tight enough to slightly hurt. He pinned you against the door, letting your arms go. Your heart was pounding in your chest. His hands were on each side of your head, caging you in.
Leaning forward, his nose brushed your cheek lightly, making you gasp and your eyelids flutter. His lips moved against your ear lobe before he spoke. “I’ve noticed the way you’ve been looking at me…” His voice was low. “The way your eyes slowly undress me.” A moment later his body was flush against yours, letting you feel his body heat through his clothes, and yours. “Now, I’m sure you know that I’ve wanted to feel what your skin would feel like against mine. The pink flush it would get as you squirm underneath me.” He nipped your earlobe. “All I want to do right now is rip those clothes off you and fuck you into this door. I want that cunt wrapped around my cock, taking it as your nails dig into my back. Leaving scratches that would linger.” He growled. “My hands would grip your hips so tight you’d have my marks for days .” You let out a whimper, rubbing your thighs together. “I’d have you on your knees, begging for more.” There was a clear promise in the tone of his voice.
His hands slowly moved down to grip your waist, lifting you up like you weighed nothing. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was on your neck, biting and sucking. “ Sam .” You breathed, your voice almost a whimper.
He chuckled, his grip on your ass tightening for a moment before he turned and carried you to the bed. Without warning, he let you go. You were laying on the bed, a panting mess, looking up at him. Smirking, he winked at you and walked out. Your chest was heaving, your panties were soaked, and you were aching.
Falling back on the bed, you groaned when you heard the roar of the Impala. Now you didn’t even have time to deal with this shit! “Fuck!” You whined to yourself.
You were standing in the kitchen of the bunker, your elbows on the counter as you flipped through an old magazine. You were waiting for the oven to heat up so you could put the cinnamon rolls in for breakfast.
Sam walked in, licking his lips when his eyes trailed up your tan legs. You were in yoga shorts and a tank top, your hair up in a messy bun. Moving forward, he pressed his crotch against your ass, one of his hands moving to the counter next to your hip. The other was on your stomach, his thumb under the hem of your tank, his fingers right under the band of your shorts. You felt his hair brush your chin as his lips met your neck. You moved your hips back slightly, grinding against his growing erection.
His hand moved into your shorts, and into your underwear. His middle finger started working your clit, his mouth sucking a new mark onto your neck, as the others had faded. One of your hands gripped the back of his head as you whimpered and whined. You could hear footsteps and part of you panicked, but his finger felt too good. He slipped two fingers into your entrance before pulling his hand from your shorts.
Your eyes moved to look at him, your cheeks flushed. You watched as he licked his fingers clean before walking back out. Dean passed him and raised an eyebrow. He glanced at you. “You okay?”
“Uh, yeah.” You lied, giving him a nod.
“…Okay…” He pretended to believe you, having a feeling he didn’t want to know.
Sam quietly opened your bedroom door, shutting it behind him. He could just make out your curves where you were laying on the bed. Pulling off his sweats, he moved to your bed and crawled over you. He palmed your breast as he rolled his hips against you.
Waking up, you thought you were having a wet dream again. Sam had been teasing you for weeks now. Finally, you realized that Sam was on top of you and you groaned. “Please tell me you’re here to fuck me senseless, Sam.” You breathed, dragging your nails up his back.
He looked up at you. “Not before you suck my cock.”
“ Fuck .” You breathed as he moved. “Get up here.” You told him. Sam knelt so that his cock was in your face, his hand lazily stroking it. Your tongue licked the tip before you took him in your mouth, bobbing up and down. Sam gripped your head board and angled himself to be able to pivot his hips. He groaned as he thrust into your mouth, your eyes watering. Looking down at you, he smirked. “You’re so good at this.” He panted. Clenching his jaw, he held himself in your mouth, his cum flowing down your throat.
You watched his chest heave with each breath as he pulled out of your mouth. Sam ripped your thin tank top from your chest, exposing your bare chest to him. Next, he pulled your underwear down your legs. You made no move to close your legs, enjoying his eyes lingered on your soaking pussy.
He rolled you over, giving your ass a slap. “Do you think you deserve for me to fuck you?” Sam asked, his semi-hard cock against your bare ass. You could feel it growing, his fingers slipping between your legs, and into your core.
“ Please , Sam! Fuck me.” You begged, arching your back.
“Such an eager slut, aren’t you?” He chuckled as he felt your walls throb. “You like that? You like hearing me call you a slut?” Your whimper was all the answer he needed. Sam spread your legs, his keeping them apart. Lining himself up, he thrust into you, making you cry out. His hand moved around your throat, putting very little pressure on it as his hips snapped forward.
Sam bit whatever skin he could reach. “Fuck, Sam.” You breathed out. He was fucking you harder than anyone had before. “ YES !” You cried out as he put extra force into a thrust.
He growled at you. “A slut who likes it rough?” He moved so he was holding himself up, able to get a different angle. “I think I’ll keep you.”
“Shit, Sam!” You were so close to cumming.
“Who does this pussy belong to?” He growled out.
“YOU!”
Sweat was dripping off his forehead onto your back, his hair creating a curtain on each side of his face. Your hands were gripping the sheets as your mouth hung open in a silent scream, your pussy clenching around him. “Fuck…” A few more thrusts, and he was emptying himself inside you.
Sam pulled out, pausing for a moment before getting off the bed. His hand came down on your ass. “Oh, I’m going to have fun with you.” He smirked, moving to grab his sweats. “Remember, that pussy is mine. I find out you’ve been fucking other men, and you’ll need to be punished.”
“Yes, Sam.” You nodded, not moving. He’d fucked you so well that your body felt like jello.