Blood addiction - Sam (Smut)

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Song: Lana Del Rey - Cruel world

You pounded on the bathroom door, fear and anger running through your veins. "Open up now, Sam!" You tried so hard to prevent tears from falling, the last thing you needed was Sam seeing you this way. He had no idea what his bad habit did to you. It destroyed you. And it was destroying him. "One minute!" He yelled back, cleaning up his face and all the blood he spilt elsewhere. That was it. You kicked open the door, instantly falling to your knees crying. "Sam.." You cried.

His face was covered in demon blood. The blood that controlled his life. "(Y/N), don't look at me." He scrubbed harder, trying to the remove the stained blood on his skin. He scrubbed so hard his blood mixed with the other. His eyes brimmed with tears too. He couldn't stand you seeing him this way, and you couldn't bare seeing him this way either.

You stood up, pulling him away from the sink and holding him. Sam was the only thing that mattered in this cruel world. "Sam, you're killing us." He held your head tightly, you could hear his heart beat. Proving he wasn't too far gone. He could be helped. And if anyone was to do it, it was you. He needed you.

You looked up at him, wiping his tears and kissing his lips. Those lips that always made you feel better. Always cured your thought to be incurable illness. Your love sick heart.

You ran your hands though his long shaggy hair, gripping it and letting him have access to your neck. He sucked harshly, leaving hickeys and love bites. A moan fell through your lips unintentionally. Sam always made you a moaning mess. "Sam," You pulled away to look into his hazel eyes. "It needs to stop." His hands traveled to your shirt, unbottoning it and slipping it off. "It will," He unclipped your bra, letting it slide off as he watched it land on the cold bathroom door. Reattaching his eyes to your body. "I won't let this ruin us. I love you so fucking much." He hungrily kissed you again, pushing you backwards against the wall and lifting you onto his hips. His grip was rough and tight. Effects of the drinkable drugs. But this was Sam. Just.. Hazy Sam. Unsure and unstable Sam. Looking for love and comfort in those of who he'd died for Sam. Confused and depressed Sam. Doesn't matter which, Sam was the one you loved.

His hips ground against yours, sending heat straight to your sex. Sam tried so hard to hide the pain in sex and alcohol.

"Sam, let's not." You lowered one leg to the floor, only for it to be brought up again by his strong arms and wrapped around his waist. "I need this. I need you." He ground himself against you again, making you need him too.

You nodded against his chest and let him set you down while he undressed. He unbuckled his jeans and slid them down, keeping eye contact with you. He slickly pulled off his shirt with one hand, revealing his toned and rock hard abs. You slipped off your jeans but left your thong on. He walked back over to you, picking you up again, and wrapping your legs around his waist. This time all that separated you was his tight concealing boxers. Sam ground his hips harder, giving you both the friction you mentally pleaded for. It was too much, you slid your thong to the side, giving him access. He pulled down his boxers and they fell around his ankles.

His hands swiped over your wet folds, making you grip his shoulders tighter and moan his name. "Sam." He slipped two of his fingers inside you, doing a 'come hither' motion. It sparked through your body and felt so damn good. Your climaxed started building with each thrust of his finger. Sam retrieved his fingers from your core, licking them clean and replacing your lost with his member. A grunt came from Sam as he completely filled you up. "Look at me." You lifted your head up, staring into his eyes and obeying his command. His eyes were swarmed with lust and need. "Fuck, Sammy." The sounds of your skin slapping together echoed the bathroom and through the door outside of it. One of his hands held your ass sturdy, and the other latched onto your breasts. Giving each attention. "So perfect," His lips drooped into pouty ones, examining your body likes he's never seen you naked before.

His eyes met yours again, brushing his soft lips to your ear. "I love being inside you," His groans were loud and heavy in your ear now, "I love feeling you inside and out," He grunted erratically and thrusted deeper than you ever thought he could go, "And you're all mine.. My best friend, my work partner," Your climax was barely being held back now. His lips left your ear and went to your lips. Nipping and kissing them. "My slut." His eyes looked into yours, watching as you came undone around him and in his arms. Your mouth shot open and you screamed his name, "SAMMY."

You watched Sam as he found his own release. Throwing his head back as he felt the long awaited bliss. You tugged his hair so he was facing you again. You bit and kissed his bottom lip, feeling Sam moan tiredly in your mouth. You pulled away, letting Sam set you down. You left the bathroom and layed down in your bed, seeing Sam walk your way and cuddle with you.

"Listen, (Y/N). I'm sorry. I'm trying so hard to stop and be normal, but the truth is, I was never and never will be, normal." You faced him, feeling his words go straight to your heart and stab you.

"Sam, I'm not asking you to be normal. I love you for you, I don't care what happens, I'll always be here for you. I'm just asking a simple favor, and that is that, you stop. Completely stop," His eyes were coated with tears. You knew he tried to change, but trying wasn't enough. "I just can't loose you. You're the only thing I have left." His hand rubbed your rosy cheek, planting a subtle kiss on it.

"I can't loose you either." You held Sam closer and soon heard him snore lightly. You smiled and let your tired body sleep.

I don't know why I haven't worked on a Sam one in forever, but here one is! I hope you liked it. Vote, comment and give me feedback (: I love seeing your guy's comments. It makes my day.

ALSO, DO YOU EVER BE A 'SAM' OR 'CAS' GIRL AND DEAN MAKES YOU SWERVE LIKE A DRUNK DRIVER? THE STRUGGLE.

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