Supernatural Smut X Reader

"Shortcake." (Sam)

"Sam, do you mind helping me out with this please?" You asked politely, reaching up on your tip toes to try and put one of the lore books back on the top shelf from your endless hours of research.

"Yeah sure," Sam replied, getting up out of his chair chuckling slightly at the fact that you were struggling to reach due to your short hight.

You were currently in the bunker trolling your way through numerous lore books, files and the internet with Sam to try and figure out what you were hunting, whilst Dean was out doing some field work. Normally you wouldn't mind staying behind and doing a bit of research, but this time it was painful; not because of the task, but because you had a thing for Sam, and this problem with being small was always a topic for him to make jokes about.

Walking over to you, a playful smirk on his face, Sam took the insanely heavy book of supernatural beings out of your hands effortlessly, your fingures brushing as he did so, his biceps flexing as he reached up and slotted it back onto the shelf.

"There you go shortcake," he grinned, teasing you as he ruffled your hair before returning to his seat, his legs propped up on the table, a book in his lap.

"I am not short so stop calling me that," you whined, attempting to convince him that you were in fact of normal size and that he was just freakishly tall.

"I beg to differ," he challenged. "Look at you," he laughed, gesturing to your body up and down. "Your like a hobbit... or an elf," he stated, his focus turning back to his reading.

"Well sorry Mr. Green Giant, but not all of us can be freakishly tall like you. Some of us have to live down here, where we have to stand on our tip toes to reach the top shelf, or use a ladder to hang a picture on the wall," you stated, crossing your arms and giving him a look that clearly said you weren't giving up this fight.

"I never said it was a bad thing," Sam spoke quieter, his stare fixated on the same place in his book before he closed it slowly, as if deciding what to do next. Soon he spoke up. "I actually quite like small girls," he said even quieter this time, a hint of seductiveness creeping into his voice as he stood up, making his way towards you after he put his book down. "It's actually kinda cute," he whispered, coming close enough to you that he put his hands on your shoulders, looking down to stare into your eyes. "It's hot."

By this point you were stunned, your arms uncrossing and falling limp down by your sides, the thought of Sam thinking about you like that made your body fall motionless, your lips unable to form words.

Trailing his fingures down your arms gently, his hands stopped at your waist causing chills to run down your spine. Without warning, his hands grabbed your ass, pulling you up and slamming you down onto the table so that your were in a seated position.

"It's a major turn on," he breathed out slowly, leaning down to whisper into your ear, your eyes closing at the sweet sound of his voice.

Your breath hitched in your throat as his hands moved to your legs, parting them so he could stand in between them. "It's sexy as hell," he whispered seductively in your ear, taking his time to tease you, his words making your body heat up.

His warm hands went under your tank top, squeezing at your hips making a gasp leave your lips, your body trembling at his touch.

"Sam," you breathed out his name longingly, wanting him to touch you again; better.

Getting the hint, his hands moved around to grab the hem of your top, swiftly pulling it over your head before he did the same with his, the movement messing up his shaggy brown hair in the process.

Trailing your hands down his chiseled body, he stared at you, watching you as you took him in in awe; he was gorgeous.

Rubbing his hands up and down your thighs, you tangled your fingures in his long hair, pulling his body closer to yours so that you could feel his bare skin. Leaning your head up to his, your hesitantly moved your lips closer before he took the lead and closed the gap.