The ABCs of Sex

G Is For "Give It To Me."

👁️Fandom: Supernatural
❤️Ship: You/Soulless!Sam, Reader/Soulless!Sam

💫Description: Reuniting with Sam after his 'trip' to hell, he has to explain how he has no soul and the conversation somehow gets heated.

⚠️Warnings:
🤷‍♂️Content: Creampie, cum eating, motel sex, dirty talk,
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"So, you just don't have a soul now?"

You sat on the motel bed, your elbows resting on your knees while Sam sat next to you, flipping mindlessly through a book. He found you in a bar two nights ago and let you get wasted, thinking that when you saw him it was just an illusion. Sam was dead. He was in hell. He couldn't be here... But he was. He drove you back to your motel and flopped you onto your bed, sitting down until you woke up. Now, after bringing you up to date, he just sat there and watched you.

"Yep. It's kinda weird to be honest. I just don't really care about things. Like last night, I just watched you get drunk off your ass. I wanted to see how drunk you could get," He replied, closing the book and turning to face you.
"Have you ever felt... Super dominant? Like sexually?"

You froze at his words, raising your eyebrows. He continued:

"Like you really couldn't care less about the person you're dominating?" He sat up. "Like, it doesn't matter how much they beg you to cum, you're gonna keep going, and if they cum without your permission, it'll be the last time in months that they get to cum at all...? That's kinda what it's like."

He looked you in the eyes, putting his book down on the table. Your face was flushed and your mouth was just barely open in surprise. You remembered to close it when Sam stood up and made his way to stand in front of you.

He was tall enough already, but with you sitting down on the bed and him towering over you, you were at eye level with his crotch. You kept looking into his eyes, but as he got closer, you could see the bulge in his jeans out of the corner of your eye. If you tried hard enough, you could almost smell the sweetness from between his legs.

"You want it, don't you," He stated, moving to thread his fingers through your hair. Unconsciously, you leaned slightly into his touch, cursing yourself in your head.

"Y/n, I know you want it. I can smell you."
He leaned down beside your ear and whispered in your ear. "I can smell how horney I make you. Ever since I picked you up last night."

You squirmed as one of his hands made its way to your thighs, the other still resting on the back of your head. The hand on your thigh creeped its way up and between your legs, and you whimpered quietly when his fingers brushed over your folds.

At that, Sam growled in your ear and put his whole hand against your mound, wrapping his other arm under your shoulders as he lifted you hastily and laid you down at the top of the bed.

You loved the heat of him all over you. He had held you to his chest when he lifted you, and his palm felt so hot against your pussy. The leggings you wore were thin, and with no underwear on underneath, you could feel everything.

"S-Sam!"

He pinned your wrists down and kissed your neck as he settled between your legs. You squirmed underneath him, getting scared, knowing that the man on top of you was at least 100 pounds heavier than you. His weight was mostly muscle too...

"Sam, don't. W-We really shouldn't. Sam?"

You felt him smile against your neck and he stopped kissing and biting you. He just stayed close to your ear while you listened to him breathe. He was shaking. Suddenly, his hips pressed down into yours, the rough denim creating the greatest friction on your crotch.