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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Sam_Winchester/Original_Female_Character(s)
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Original_Female_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      implied_destiel/deancas, Oneshot, POV_Second_Person, Sexy_Times, Smut,
      Tumblr_Prompt
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-27 Words: 1032
****** Pasta Makes Him Horny ******
by AlexBarton
Summary
     Based off the Tumblr prompt: Sam smut where you are lying in bed and
     he comes home from hunting and sees you in bed and your shirt is
     risen up a bit and the top of your underwear is showing and he just
     loses it.
Notes
     A/N: This is based off a Sam/reader fic that I submitted to Dirty
     Supernatural Imagines on Tumblr. The only thing I changed is that I
     inserted a random name where the "(y/n)" used to be. If you see this
     on Tumblr, it is my original work.
     Credit is at the end.
See the end of the work for more notes
It had been a late day for you; you had to take the night shift at the health
clinic. Sam was out with Dean on a hunt, but had just texted to say that he was
on his way back home. You force yourself out of bed and your almost-sleep and
throw on one of Sam’s smaller shirts and a pair of too-big sweatpants as you
head to the kitchen. He’s always hungry after a hunt.
You hear him come in the house. “How was the hunt?” you call out.
“Easy. Simple salt-n-burn,” he replies as he walks into the tiny kitchen,
giving you a quick kiss on the lips.
You look him over to make sure he’s as okay as he says he is before turning
back to the stove. “Pasta okay?”
“It’s great. Dean said to tell you that he and Cas will be over for dinner
later.”
You roll your eyes and Sam grins at you. You move past him to get the pasta
from the top shelf of the pantry. The top shelf is just slightly out of your
reach, so your shirt comes up and your sweats slip down slightly so that the
top of your lacy red panties is visible. You feel Sam move behind you as he
grabs your hips and starts kissing your neck.
“Sam,” you huff irritably, “You could help me here. Short people and tall
shelves do not mix.”
Sam chuckles into your skin, but lets you go to grab the pasta. “Wasn’t that
difficult, short stuff.”
You punch him in the side, but lean into him as he wraps his arms around you
and he kisses the top of your head. You feel him take the pasta from you as he
says, “Go sleep, I can make my own food.”
“Are you sure?” you blink slowly up at him.
“Yes, babe. You’re about to pass out. Go sleep.”
You nod slowly and kiss him lightly before padding off to the bedroom. You
don’t even make it under the covers before passing out, sprawled all over the
bed.
---
You wake up an hour later to hear Sam cursing softly as he comes into the room.
You look up blearily, “Sam, baby, you okay?”
Your only response is to feel his body on yours and his breath on your neck.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Bailey I need you. NOW. Please?”
You’re slightly confused at what brought this on, but after three days away
from Sam, you are more than willing to have sex with him. Nodding, you start
taking his shirt off. Apparently he is extremely impatient, as he quickly
divests the both of you of all clothing except underwear and your sweatpants.
Sam quickly kisses down your body, stopping right where your sweats have ridden
down and the red lace is showing. He kisses all along the line of lace, then
slowly eases your sweatpants down.
By now, you are more than awake, and more than a little wet, so when Sam mouths
at your soaking wet panties, the sensation makes you gasp and arc of the bed.
“Sammy, baby, please,” you babble incoherently.
Fortunately, Sam understands what you want and he slides your panties down
before fucking your wet pussy with his tongue. After a few minutes of this he
starts alternating between flicking your clit with his tongue and shoving as
much of his tongue into you as possible. Your hands are in his hair pushing him
closer, and his hands are at your thighs, spreading you even further open. Just
when the pressure is starting to build and you’re about to come, Sam pulls away
with a smirk on his face.
You lean up on your elbows and whimper slightly at the loss of his tongue, but
greedily drink in the sight of his toned stomach as he slips his boxers off.
You reach out and grasp his hard cock, spreading the precome down the thick
shaft as Sam throws his head back and groans.
Sam pushes you softly back on the bed, rolls on a condom, and then hovers over
you, his cock nudging at your entrance.
“You good?”
You smile softly up at Sam. Even in the heat of the moment, he was still making
sure you were okay with having sex. You nod, and whisper, “Fuck me Samuel
Winchester.”
With a groan, Sam pushes all the way in. You gasp as you feel him start moving
fast, almost frantically.
“So fucking tight,” he mumbles in between kissing your neck, “So wet. God I
missed you. Three days, three fucking days.”
You run your hands down his back, tangling one in his hair and curling the
other around his shoulder, bringing your chests closer together.
Sam is still kissing your neck and whispering how much he’s needed you when he
reaches down and starts massaging your clit, still thrusting relentlessly.
Within moments, you feel yourself coming, moaning at the sensation and the
continued stimulation. Sam continues to pound into you, though his pace becomes
more erratic, and you can tell he’s close.
You lick the shell of his ear and whisper, “Let go. Come for me Sammy.”
Sam stiffens and groans and you feel him relax into your body as he comes down
from his post-orgasmic high. He slowly pulls out and disposes of the condom
before joining you under the covers in bed.
You snuggle into his chest before asking, “So what inspired this pleasant
surprise?”
Sam chuckles softly, kissing the top of your head before responding. “Excess
adrenaline from the hunt.”
You’ve been together long enough to realize that Sam is lying. You prop
yourself up on one elbow to look at him. “Bullshit. What’s the real reason?”
Sam looks at the wall before answering. “Just seeing that barest hint of red
lace peeking from under your sweats… I don’t know. It was just really sexy.”
You roll your eyes at Sam before cuddling back into his chest. “Well I will
keep that in mind. Now, we have three hours before I have to get up and cook
dinner, so nap time.”
Feeling his arms go around you, you drift off to sleep, happy and loved.
End Notes
     Anonymous asked: Will you please do a sam smut where you are lying in
     bed and he comes home from hunting and sees you in bed and your shirt
     is risen up a bit and your top or you underwear is showing and he
     just loses it
     http://dirtysupernaturalimagines.tumblr.com/post/70358640760/will-
     you-please-do-a-sam-smut-where-you-are-lying-in
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