Adore - Sam Winchester x Reader

Part 3

"Hey" he breathed out with a smile.

"Hey" you found yourself smiling as well "Please come in"

You moved to the side and let him walk in, taking of course your time to close the door as your eyes were fixed on him. You were really glad he had his back turned to you because you knew that if he caught your eyes in this specific moment then-

You cleared your throat and closing the door you walked next to him, your eyes lingering a little bit more than needed. You couldn't help yourself, though. You didn't get very often the chance to see him dressed in casual clothes- no, scratch that, you had never gotten the chance to see him dressed in anything else but a suit. So seeing him in simple, blue jeans, a shirt along with a green, faded flannel and a simple brown jacket on was really a feast for the eye. It almost made him look younger but definitely brought to you a sense of comfort. You felt as if he was just a friend of yours, coming by to help you with History instead of your strict (he was sometimes) teacher that demanded you did well.

Maybe this was not going to be as hard as you thought and you would actually get to learn something.

"So-" Sam spoke up breaking the not-so-uncomfortable silence that had surrounded you "-This is your house huh? Looks good" he commented with a smile.

"Thanks" you said with a smile "So uhm would you like something to drink, eat even, or do you want to start studying?" you asked him.

"Uh no thanks I'm good." he said politely.

"Ok so uh would you like here or in my room?" you asked but felt your eyes widen as soon as you had realized what you just voiced.

"I mean- I- We could study here it's the same- and- Just upstairs is more quiet and we will have privacy and- No wait we don't need privacy- Wh-why would we? It's just studying and- yeah..." you trailed off, feeling your cheeks burn hot and averting your eyes from him. You were absolutely embarrassed.

Sam's laughing made it all the more worse.

"You're cute when you stutter, you know?" he said still laughing and you had to blink several times, thinking if you had actually heard right.

No, he couldn't just have said that... could he?

"Your room is fine with me" he said with a small smile and you only looked at him with a frown.

"Who are you and what have you done with Sam?" you asked him with narrowed eyes and he raised his hands in surrender, a smile still on his lips.

"Nothing, nothing I swear" he laughed.

"I'll keep a close eye on you" you laughed as well.

"Come on" you said and made your way to the stairs that led upstairs to your room, Sam following closely behind.

"Ok-" you said as you opened the door to your room and walked in "-I know it's not really big and may seem in a mess but hey it fully represents my personality so- here we are!" you said with a small smile.

"It's... amazing. Really beautiful, (Y/n)" he said with a smile, trying to take in his surrounding and savor every little detail. His eyes lingered on the huge bookshelf next to your desk. All sorts of books were there and he could see a couple laying on the floor as well, seeing as there was no room with the others on the shelves.

"Yeah, lots of books" you said with a nervous laugh.

"They're good, though. I've read at least half of them" he said with a smile and yours widened.

"Really?"

"Yeah! Whenever I wasn't listening to (Favorite Band) I would definitely be reading some (Favorite book(s))." he answered honestly.

"Really? I thought I was the only person in this place that listens to them! Not many people know them" you said grabbing your history book and notebooks.

"Yeah, sadly. But they have great music so, I guess they're just missing out on it" he said with a small shrug.

"Yeah" you let out a sigh, sitting on one of the chairs on your desk and Sam doing the same "So History" you mumbled and looked down at the books, not really happy that you were going to be studying. That was mostly because Sam was just next to you and instead of talking about different topics (you always enjoyed that more than anything when it came to him) you would be studying History.

Fan-fucking-tastic!

"Yeah, try to seem a little bit less enthusiastic about it" he said with a chuckle and you laughed as well.

"Sorry, it's just been kind of tough day. But let's get over with it" you said and he gave you a small nod, the both of you proceeding to... studying.

If you could call that, anyway.

The first few minutes, maybe half an hour, went well. You managed to concentrate on things really quickly and with the help of Sam understand them. He was great at explaining things in the class but now that he had to explain things only to you, he was even better. He focused on things that were only important and insisted on explaining things to you that you didn't understand in a really simple way. All in all he was a great teacher but most of all a fucking perfect personal tutor.

After a while, though, things started going downhill. Well, sort of. But what you were sure of was that you were no longer concentrated on the topic in front of you. Sam had come closer to you, scooting his chair as close as possible - your shoulders were even touching - and there were moments you would swear you could feel his breath on your cheek when you both leaned closer to the book in front of you ( whenever he had to show you something on the map). You concentration was slowly but surely slipping away and you found yourself paying less and less attention to what he said rather than they way he said them. You caught yourself more than plenty of times nodding absentmindedly at him whenever he asked you if you understood what he was saying.

The close proximity wasn't help, though, at all. With every inhale you took you found yourself smelling that maddening scent of his that you had yet to figure out if it was an aftershave or just his natural scent. You felt yourself jumping whenever his hand brushed yours, as if electricity shot through you and you could literally hear your heart drum in your ears. The knot in your stomach was not getting any better and the butterflies got all the more crazy when he smiled at you. You sneaked glances at him more times than you could count and really found yourself enjoying it when you had to just watch him talk about historical subjects while you faced each other. You loved seeing that sparkle in his eyes when he talked about things that really interested him. Sure they interested you as well but not as much as the man standing right next to you.

You smiled to yourself whenever you saw that small smile of his when he voiced his opinion on a matter. There was a burning fire in him, a true passion, you could see through his eyes when he talked about something and it truly made you wonder if there was a different side to this man that you could really wish to know. You chuckled and laughed along with him a couple times when you pointed out something. Not really often, though, as you were hardly paying any attention to him. You were actually struggling to. But whenever it seemed as if you were about to succeed the man himself did something to distract you. Whether it would be taking his jacket off, rolling his sleeves up, running a hand through his hair or rubbing his jaw skeptically, biting his lip when in deep thought, brushing his hands on his jeans (your eyes following his every movement) or when he licked his lips, clearing his throat or leaning close to you - his hot breath fanning over your cheek - he always managed to take your breath, along with concentration, away.

You thanked anyone up there when you realized that 'studying' was over. You felt a little bit guilty for actually paying no attention to what Sam had been talking about all this time, even more so when you got to think of how he was doing all this (wasting time free time and all that) to be here with you to teach you History because he wanted to help you. The conversation had soon drifted to other topics and you were more than happy about that because you finally found some way to get your mind off of certain things that included the man next to you.

You talked for more time than you could comprehend but you could clearly say that you didn't mind it even in the least bit. You always enjoyed talking with Sam, all the more now that nobody could interrupt you and you didn't have to act all formal in case somebody was nearby and heard you. You had many things in common and it felt that, even though you didn't know each other for long time, as if he could understand you like nobody else.

"And so I had to move here. Adjusting was hard but I managed" he said with a small shrug.

"I know what you mean. Moving from one place to another is always really hard. It was hard for me moving here as well. I had to leave so many things behind. House, neighborhood, friends-" you started speaking only for Sam to stop you.

"Boyfriend?" he seemed a little bit scared as he asked you that, almost as if he feared to hear the answer to that.

"No" you mumbled looking down at your hands "I didn't have a boyfriend. Who would ever be interested in me anyway?" you said with a scoff.

"Why are you saying that?" Sam didn't miss a beat to ask you.

"I was never really popular, Sam. And certainly wasn't really the type of girl to go on a different party every week. And, well, I never was anything special anyway. Not pretty even, so why would anyone be ever interested to me?" you said, eyes not leaving your hands.

"Why? But (Y/n) you're an amazing girl. You're kind to everyone, sweet and funny. Nobody has ever made me laugh as much as you do, really. You even understand me better than my own brother and it always feels great to talk with you. You're smart and I always feel comfortable with you. But above all..." he let out a small sigh, a smile resting on his lips. He cupped your face and made you look at him fully in the eyes "You're beautiful. So beautiful that you have no idea" he breathed out and you felt heat rise in your cheeks.

"Thanks" you croaked "But I know I-I'm not, Sam"

"(Y/n)" said his firm voice "Don't make me say it again alright? Because, believe me, if there is something we Winchesters are famous for, among all the of the other things, it's our stubbornness. I'm not going to stop insisting until you believe it, got it?" he said and let a light chuckle when he saw you smile.

"Alright, I guess" you said "Besides, I am a hopeless romantic so I guess I have an excuse. None of them were the one. My Alpha, you know. I know it's kind of old-fashioned to be waiting for that one that you're supposed to be with, your mate, especially in the 21st century but... I just want to meet him, you know" you looked up at him, a small smile was playing on his lips but it was like no other you'd seen before.

"And not only because we're meant to be and all that shit but-" you let out a sigh "I want to know if I'm worth it. If someone up there thinks that I'm worth being given a love that will fulfill me, you know? And what he will think of me. Will he be happy to be my mate or not?" you said fidgeting with your hands.

"I think he will be the happiest man on Earth to have a beautiful Omega like you for a mate." Sam said, voice ever-so-soft, and you slowly brought your head up to look at him.

His eyes had a look on them that you couldn't really decipher, mixed emotions flashing through them but you were sure you could distinguish one for sure. Adoration.

Oh how you wished he was your Alpha. He was amazing, and despite the age difference, you could relate to him on every level. He understood you better than anybody else. He even made you feel better about yourself. He was funny, sweet, kind and incredibly smart. He had an amazing personality and, oh damn, did he have the looks as well.

Silence had surrounded the both of you but it felt really comfortable. As if you were finally at peace. As if things had gotten into place and what you had been looking for for so long was finally here.

You looked deep in his eyes and without even realizing it your eyes traveled down to his lips. You quickly averted them but what made you frown slightly was that you caught Sam gaze at yours for a while, subconsciously licking his own. You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out and before you could even comprehend what was happening... you saw him lean in.

Or maybe it was you?

It didn't really matter because the space between you was lessening really quickly and as soon as his lips touched yours you felt an unbelievable shot of energy run through you.

The kiss was slow and hesitant in the beginning just like the both of you were. Sam seemed to be testing the waters, not really sure if he should go further. You weren't sure either and even though the thought of pushing him away crossed your mind you, in the end, you didn't. Your mind was completely blank anymore and for the first time you felt as if you didn't care about anything anymore. Not even the fact that he was your teacher. Your body seemed to have a mind of its own as you felt your hands slowly but surely sneak their way up to his chest and around his neck. Bringing him closer was the only thing you could think about.

You felt Sam smile into the kiss and you couldn't prevent yourself from smiling as well. His lips were soft, just like you had imagined, and the kiss all (and more) you had imagined it would be. You felt Sam's arms sneak around your waist, gripping tightly onto your hips and bringing you closer to him.

The kiss lasted for a long time and you felt your lungs protest for air. His obviously did the same as you both slowly, and without really wanting to, pulled away for air. Your cheeks were flushed, you were sure, and your lips swollen from the kiss but you didn't care anyway. All you could do was stared at him. Sam doing the same.

He ran his thumb over your lower lip and you closed your eyes for a moment. When you opened them you saw a concerned look on his face and the only thing you could do was shake your head, a small smile on your lips as you leaned in to give him a peck on the lips. You pulled just slightly away to give him a small nod and without the need to say anything Sam leaned in as well and closed the gap between you once again. It was truly amazing how you could just understand each other without even having to utter a word.

Sam's lips connected with yours once again. The kiss was hesitant in the beginning but it soon turned into heated and urgent. His hands cupped your face, kissing you feverly. A passion that you were sure Sam hid but still found yourself pleasantly surprised to experience. You pulled away just slightly for a small breath only for you to see the look on Sam's eyes. His pupils were dilated, Alpha mode on, and the hungry look on his eyes made a shiver run down your spine. He quickly closed the gap once again and crashed his lips to yours. This time more passionately than ever.

He bit and licked your lower lip as if asking for entrance and you could not find yourself to deny him. You could never deny anything to him. You opened your lips slightly and gave Sam the opportunity to enter his tongue into your mouth. It tasted just like you had thought it would. His tongue explored your mouth and you gave a pleased moan. You tongue started fighting with his for dominance but your Omega (naturally submissive in front of an Alpha) nature along with the fact that it was Sam who was kissing you prevented you from even-so thinking that you were going to win this battle. So of course the one that won the battle was Sam, but that didn't mean that you were not pleased even in the least bit.

Sam smirked as he heard you groan, mostly in pleasure. He removed his lips from yours and made his way with kisses to your neck, below your jaw, quickly finding your soft spot and smirking as he earned a moan from you.

"Sam" you said between quick, small and hectic breaths.

"Yeah" he mumbled between kisses and licks.

You found no words to respond, but only groaned gripping tightly at the back of his shirt. Sam's hands were on your waist, gripping tightly and trying to bring you closer to him; if possible.

You let out a yelp when you felt Sam sweep you from your feet, holding tightly onto your waist, and wrapping your legs around his waist he lifted you and set you on your desk. His hands were gripping on your hips so tightly that you were sure there would be nice bruise left there for a couple days. You didn't care much, though, as long as it was from Sam.

His hands left your waist just for a few seconds so that he could remove his flannel and they were once again back at you; one of his hands cupping your face and the other one under you shirt, creating goosebumps all over your skin. Your hands were running through his hair that you were sure were going to be a mess pretty soon but you found it impossible to stop anyway.

You felt him tuck at your shirt and you let him pull it over your head, your mind not really comprehending what was happening. When you actually realized that you were just in your bra in front of him and his eyes were roaming your figure you became bashful and crossed your arms over your chest.

"No, hey. What did I previously say?" his soft voice made you look at him.

"Beautiful?" you whispered and it came out more as a question.

"Yes, yes you're beautiful. Don't hide from me, ok? Don't." he said and you slowly uncrossed your arms, Sam holding your palms into his.

He slowly leaned down and started kissing you again, his hands roaming your body and you could feel him deepening the kiss once again. Your hands went to his chest and you pushed him away just slightly.

"Not here" you said, voice low, and glanced at the bed that was behind you.

He didn't say anything. He just nodded with a small smile and while your legs were still wrapped around him, he lifted you and made his way with you in his arms towards the bed. He gently lay you down and gave you a soft kiss on the lips. He cupped your cheek and rubbed his thumb over it, smiling softly as he stared down at you. A pure look of adoration was on his face and it made your own smile widen, even though you bit your lip to keep it from appearing.

He brushed your cheek with the back of his hand and pulled slightly away so that he could take his shirt off. He tossed it to some side of the room behind him which you really didn't notice. Your eyes were only on him and his gorgeous body. His skin was slightly tanned but it wasn't that which made heat rise in your cheeks and your heart beat faster. Sam's body was toned, abs prominent and his chest was firm. You had imagined that he would have a nice body but not this well-built. He was a teacher after all. Teachers were never this hot. What also surprised was the tattoo of a pentagram that adorned his chest.

His skin looked so soft and you could barely keep yourself from reaching out to touch him. No, you basically didn't hold yourself. Your hands slowly made their way to him. Firstly reaching for his abdomen, one staying there while the other traveled up all the way to his chest. Touching and trying to savor every little aspect of him.

Sam all the while watched you with a small smile on his face. The look of pure awe and adoration was on your face and he couldn't be more happy to be the one to elicit that from you. He couldn't be more happy to... be your mate.

He ran a hand through his hair and licked his lips. You looked higher and locked eyes with his, your breath almost catching on your throat; knowing fully well what was to come.

"Ready?" he asked in a whisper-y and raspy voice.

You hesitated for a while but then smile when you saw Sam's small and loving smile. You gave him a small nod. You knew that that's what you actually wanted.

"Yeah" you breathed out and with a smile he dived in.