Don’t Call Me Sammy - Sam x Reader (One Shot)
A/N: It’s been ages. I’m not going to use my taglist, because idk if they all still wanna be on it. But, I was feeling smutty. And daydreaming about this little one shot all day. I can’t begin to describe how good it felt to put it on the computer. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy <3
PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.
*Gif not mine*
Warnings: Oral sex- female receiving. No plot, really. Short sweet, and straight to the point. No real editing. Read at your own discretion.
Word Count: Roughly 1,000
“Sammy!” Dean waved his meaty palm directly in front of glossy, shadow rimmed hazel eyes. Catching the taller, youngest man’s attention finally. “Come on, man. What’s gotten into ya, Sammy?”
“I really need you to drop the nickname, Dean.” Was the answering groan. Large, calloused fingers rubbed over a too straight nose. One that somehow had been spared in the chaos of hunting. Attempting to clear his head from the memories assaulting him.
“Yeah, okay.” The elder of the two huffed. Bringing his mug of jet black sludge to his pouty lips. Caffeine to counter the night of driving they’d undergone. “This ‘bout that girl back east?”
“What girl?” Those hazel eyes whipped back to the menu. A smug smile tugging the corner of his dimple.
It was definitely about the girl. But Sam would drop dead before giving his brother the dirty details. Just under twenty four hours ago she’d walked in and wrecked everything he’d thought he’d known. About her. About himself. About sex. God, the sex. His fist shook against his thigh as his mind traveled back to it all.
Dean had ditched him and y/n at the bar. On the prowl for his own piece of ass. One shot of tequila was all it took for Sam to get brave. He’d grabbed her hand, tugging the quietest girl he’d ever met out into the snow chilled air.
They hadn’t made it far. Sam’s room was right around the block. Already, her laughter flowed easier. Her walls caving in the quiet of the night. And as suddenly as it’d started? Reality swept in. “What are we doing, Sam?”
The slight uncertainty hidden in the undertones of a tease pierced his gut, “That depends…What do you want to do?”
He watched the wheels turning in her head. It should’ve been an easy answer, he thought. In his mind? It was simple. He wanted the night with her. Wherever it took them. As long as he got to hear that light peal of laughter, again.
She was laid across his bed. H/C tresses haloed around her head. A sight so sweet, he could’ve died again, right there and been okay. He watched her chew her bottom lip until it swelled. E/c eyes taking him in.
“It doesn’t matter what I want.” She finally sighed. Turning to the ceiling. He hated the sudden distance between them. He’d known her mere days, and yet? It felt like he knew her. She’d never choose something for herself. Too used to pouring herself into those around her.
“Yes, it does.” He couldn’t stop himself if he’d tried. The tips of his fingers trailed down her shoulder to her hand. Raising goosebumps along her flesh. Watching the way her breathing shifted. He could practically hear her heart racing. Or maybe that was his. The innocent touch igniting something feral inside of him.
His brain couldn’t quite decide on who’d made the first move. All he knew was the sweetest kiss he’d ever experienced turned filthy in an instant. One moment he’d held her close, comforting without words. The next? He was staring down the prettiest pussy he’d seen in his life. Drooling over the dampness that coated each fold.
Glancing up, he watched her hand tighten on the comforter. Every breath she took made him ache harder for her. Kiss stained breasts straining against the cool air. He blew the teeniest bit against the heat that radiated off the slick flesh in front of him. And then he dove deep. “Sam!” Y/n’s hips writhed at his first taste. The perfect blend of sweet and salty. “Oh, fuck,” Another buck against him was his reward as he flattened his tongue against her. He pulled back for just a moment, pressing his forearm down over her belly. His other hand searching for entry. “Sammy, please!” The desperate plea was broken and cracked. He’d have handed her his soul right there, if he could’ve. Just to hear it again. Instead, he licked back up to her clit. Sucking deep as a reward just as he pressed into the wet heat of her. Hunting for that little ridge that made her thighs shake. “There!” His quiet girl was no longer in sight. Instead, she told him just what he’d done right. Moaning out while her pussy pulled him deeper. Clenching as they both begged him for more. Her fingers wrapped through his hair. Tugging as his bruised her thighs and inner walls. “Sammy, don’t stop. I’m…I’m so close. Please, Sammy.”
She chanted his name. Praising the way he’d taken her over. Demanding everything from him and more with every twist of her body. He applied more pressure just how he’d learned she liked it. Both inside and out, until his name peaked from her lips in a final scream of bliss.
“Sammy…” “Sammy.” “Sammy!” Dean’s bellow broke him out of the memory. “Dude, gross. You’re drooling.”
“Shut up,” Sam huffed. Shifting in his seat. Attempting to reduce some of the friction he was feeling below the belt. His dick begging to remember what had followed after. “And-”
“Stop callin’ ya Sammy,” Petulant as always, his older brother looked him dead in the eyes. Mischief gleaming in the green. “Is that what gave you a woody?”
“Dude,” Sam’s head whipped so fast, his chestnut hair whipped him in the eye. Making his brother cackle like a full blooded hyena. Trying to see who heard as his arm covered as much of the evidence as he could. “Shut up.”
“I knew it.” The wheezing drew more eyes their way, as the bitch face took over the younger of the two. Scowling deep did nothing to curb the mission Dean was on. “She pavloved your ass.” Another dry cackle echoed as he slapped the table.
Sam sighed. Knowing that he was doomed. Dean was right. She’d ruined him. And the second he was given another chance? He’d dive right in headfirst. Desperate to hear that throaty “Sammy” leave her lips as he pumped into her. Over and over, again.
This is why no one should call Sam, Sammy, except Dean 😂
This was 🥵 and funny 😆
