Supernatural Smut

Kitchen - Sam Winchester

The bunker was silent as you walked along the dark corridors and into the kitchen. Your boyfriend Sam was asleep and Dean was at a bar like he usually was, there was no telling when he would be back. You began to wonder what Sam was dreaming about when you poured yourself a glass of milk. As you took a sip, the milk formed a moustache on your top lip and you licked it off. From behind, you heard a groan and you turned around in surprise.

Sam stood there, his eyes were droopy from just waking up and he was staring at your lips. You wiped the remaining milk off your lips and placed the half full glass on the counter. You now realised that you had drank the milk in front of a mirror and the moustache had obviously reminded Sam of what you did the other night.

"Sam! Hey, did I wake you up? Sorry if I was too loud." You panicked, licking the milk off your top lip. His eyes were fixed on your tongue as you did this and you smirked. "Thinking of something in particular, Sammy?"

"Maybe." He replied, moving so that he was directly in front of you. You peered up at him and placed your hand on his cheek, pulling his face down to yours and kissed him softly. The two of you melted into the kiss and his hands travelled down to your waist, lifting you up into the counter and deepening the kiss, which was now a make out session.

Ever so slowly, one of your hands moved to his midsection and went under his shirt, tracing his abs with your delicate fingers. He took the hint and removed his shirt, letting you revel in the sight of his gorgeous torso.

You smirked into the kiss as he made a move to lift up your shirt as well and then the two of you were in the kitchen topless. Well, he was. You still had your bra on...for now anyway.

He pushed his hips against you as he moved closer and you wrapped your legs around him in return. His erection could be felt against your thighs as you grounded against him on the counter top and he groaned. The friction between the two of you was liberating and you wanted more.

He seemed to want it to, for he had already pulled down your pajama shorts and underwear in one swift move, leaving your lower half bare in front of him. The cold air of kitchen against your core caused chills to run down your spine and you pulled Sam closer to feel his warmth. You were too busy reveling in his body heat that you didn't notice him removing his boxers. So, when he started teasing your entrance with his shaft, you looked down, watching as he pushed into you.

His face was beautiful as he reacted to your walls closing around his erection as he moved in and out. Listening in closely, you could hear him letting out breathless sighs of pleasure. It wasn't until he began to thrust faster that you began to let out audible moans.

Each time he plunged into you, you could feel how he filled you up completely. His eyes were closed as he focused on making you feel good and you wanted to return the favour. Your mouth found its way to his neck and you began to suck on it, going between a combination of light kisses and biting. He seemed to enjoy it because he turned you around on the counter top and thrust into from behind, holding tightly onto your hips as he went in deeper each time.

"Baby, I'm not gonna last much longer." He moaned, grabbing your hair in a bunch and pulling your head back. It hurt, but you could tolerate it for him.

"Sam..." You moaned into the counter top. The pleasure was building up in your core and you knew it would be long until you came undone.

"I know, baby. Come for me." He soothed, lifting your top half up against your chest and resting his head on your shoulder as he thrust harder.

You turned your head and kissed him as you came, releasing all over his dick and moaning his name against his lips. He followed soon after, letting his seed flow into you as he leaned against your back.

"Well...this has scarred me for life." Dean said, walking into the kitchen and diving into the fridge for a beer, not even caring that his brother and his brother's girlfriend was naked.

"Dean! I thought you were at the bar." Sam exclaimed in surprise, pulling you behind him to hide you.

"No hot babes there. Came home." Dean replied, taking a sip from his beer and sneaking a small glance at you.

You handed Sam his boxers and he put them on as you gathered your clothes and ran out of the room, letting Sam distract him as you legged it to yours and Sam's bedroom with red tinted cheeks.

(These smut one-stop for supernatural will be are originally written by me, but can be found in TheHalePack's supernatural smut book. If you want to use it please ask me first.)