Sam Winchester Imagines

FIGHT P2

He leans up against you, the friction of your bare bodies being amazing.
(A/n) it sounds like a fxcking pourno....
His hands carress up and down your sides as you somehow manage to wrap you legs around his torso.
His hands play around in your messy (y/h/c) hair as he leans over you on the bed.
He positions himself at your entrance, you feeling the slicked rubber lightly brush against you, sending rushes of excitement up to your core.
His lust filled eyes lock onto yours, asking for permission.
You lean up, crashing your lips onto his, giving him the permission that he needs.
He holds your hands at your sides, slowly pushing himself in.
He stays still for a short moment, giving you time to adjust.
You nervously clench at his hands, pulling yourself up to meet him, your legs still around his torso.
He takes his right hand from yours, to rub it against your left cheek as he begins to slowly pump in and out of you at the perfect pace.
You kiss and suck at the spot between his neck and his left shoulder, earning several moans from him that are almost as loud as yours.
You snake your left hand up to his hair, feeling the slight traces of sweat that clinges to his back.
His pace slightly quickens, causing your hand to gently tug at his hair, causing him to crash his lips to your collar bone, your lips still connected to the crook in his neck.
He leaves sloppy kisses all over your chest, you letting your teeth graze upon the hickey that you know that you've left by now.
His pace slows just a tad bit, him pressing himself deeper than you thought possible, him hitting your sweet spot.
You scream out his name, your lips pulling from his neck.
He crashes his lips to yours, his tongue lightly grazing against your bottom lip as he quickens his pace again, repeatedly hitting the spot.
You tug at his bottom lip with your teeth, his tongue then slipping into your mouth.
(A/n) Ewwww, morning breath.....
Your tongues fight for dominance as his thrusts start to become sloppier.
He hits the spot again, causing you to moan into his mouth, the knot in your core becoming tighter each moment.
Your walls tighten around him, your hand in his hair slowly sliding down his smooth back, then onto the bed.
You let loose, your legs unwrapping from his torso and the balls of your feet propping against the covers beneath them.
He slows down even more, then falling next to you after he ties off the rubber and tosses it into the waste basket next to the wall.
The two of you lay there, catching your breaths, as he manages to cover the two of you up with the blanket.
You rest your head on his firm chest, and he drapes his right arm around your hips.
He kisses the top of your hair, quickly proceeding to bury his face in your messy hair as you can hear the motel door being flung open.
"What the hell?" you hear a deep voice beckon at Sam.
Sam's hold on you slightly tightens as he responds, "ugh.... Dean, don't come in here."
You bury your face in his chest as he kisses the top of your head again.
"I suppose that I should explain last night's happenings before I ask you to tag along with my brother and I," he says into your hair.

Something in the back of your mind tells you that this isn't just a random hook-up.
That this endeavor might actually have a future...
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(A/n) at least until she dies...
Too soon?
Yep, too soon...
Sex with Sam is my preferred method of suicide, though...
I need a life...
Sorry not sorry am I
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