Supernatural Imagines

Sam Winchester - Jealousy

*Smut*

Y/n walked into the bunker, tossing her purse on the table, tugging her jacket off and throwing it beside it before she stormed towards Sam's room.

She slammed the door, catching the attention of the man who was sitting on the bed, reading. "Whoa, Y/n- what's wrong?"

"Oh shut up Winchester." She twisted the lock, pulling off her shirt as she walked over to him. "You know exactly what's wrong."

He smirked up at her mischievously. Dean might have been one to act like this normally, but Sam had caught on to a few tricks.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He shrugged. Y/n crawled up on the bed, swinging on leg over his hips, now straddling him.

She pressed her lips to his, grinding on him slowly as she slipped her hands into his hair, tugging. "I get that you want to tell everyone about us, but that doesn't mean you get to act single when we're out in public and I say we can't."

Sam gripped her hips tight as he eagerly kissed her. He ran his hands up and down her curves, biting her lip softly.

"Does it bother you?"

"Not at all." She said, breaking the kiss as she pulled off his shirt. Sam quickly flipped her so he was hovering over, his lips brushing hers.

"Your actions say otherwise." He gripped her hands above her head as his lips trailed her neck, traveling down between her breast before he unhooked her bra. "I think you're jealous."

He pulled it off, leaving her nipples to grow hard as the cold air of his room hit them. His own hands left hers trailing down her body before he pinched her right nipple in his right hand.

"You're wrong." Y/n moaned quietly, goosebumps raising as she bit her lip, his mouth covering the other nipple with warm air as he placed his mouth around it, clamping his teeth down ever so gently.

"I'll make it up to you." His hand left her breast, meeting his other hand at the button of her jeans. He waisted no time pulling them down, leaving her almost naked.

He kissed down her torso, trailing down to above the hem of her underwear, hooking a finger under, pulling them off.

Sam placed his hands on her hips, moving them down until they reached her thighs, pushing her legs apart.

He lowered himself, kissing the inside of her leg, making his way towards her clit. He blew over it softly, giving it a slight lick.

The sensation sent chills down her spine as she pressed her lips together, eager for Sam to do more.

As if he could read her mind, her licked over the area again, sucking slightly as Y/n fought back moans of pleasure.

Sam continued, inching her closer and closer to the edge, knowing the effect he had on her.

"Sam." She moaned, gripping onto the sheets. He knew she was close, he didn't need to say anything. "Please."

He rose up, unbuckling his pants slowly, pulling them down, his boxers tenting around his erection.

He smirked down at Y/n as he pulled his boxers down, his cock springing free. He positioned himself infront of her before slowly entering.

He moved his hips back and forth slowly, sending his entire length inside her, ramming her.

Y/n's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she arched her back, running her nails down Sam's back, leaning marks.

She bit down on his neck gently, before leaving hickeys that Dean and everyone else would surely see.

With each thrust, Y/n grew closer to reaching the end, but she could hardly say a word.

Moans escaped her mouth as the knot in her stomach grew. "Fuck Sam, please don't stop." She moaned into his ear.

"Maybe you'll think twice before getting jealous again, babygirl." He said breathlessly.

She scoffed, Sam kissing her neck, leaving matching love bites. "If this is how you treat me when I'm jealous, I might just get jealous more often."

Sam rammed inside her harder, hitting the most sensitive spot. He smirked against her neck. "Mhmm, I don't know why you have such an issue, you don't see me getting all hot and bothered when you flirt with Dean."

"Oh shut up, Winchester." She moaned. "I'm fucking you, not him."

"You'd rather be screwing him." He rammed into her once more, the pair coming undone in unison. He laid down beside her, their breathing heavy and unmatched.

"Trust me, if I did, I would." She smirked at Sam as his eyes grew dark.

"You better shut your pretty mouth up , or-"

"Or what? You'll show me who's boss?" Y/n smirked as she turned, facing him. "Maybe you should do that anyways." She slowly pressed her lips to his, tugging on his bottom one with her teeth.

She smirked as she pulled away, getting off the bed as she grabbed her underwear, pulling it on, reaching down for a top.

She tugged on Sam's, headed to the door. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"To the kitchen." She answered innocently

"You know Dean'll know if-"

"Maybe it's time." She shrugged. "Don't worry, I'll still get jealous." She winked before she opened she door, smirking.

Sam laid back in the bed, grinning as he thought of her. "I'm fucking smitten."