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I think you know it is.

[One promise he intends to keep as he closes the space between them and presses her up against the wall. Sam doesn't waste time, he moves in and slides his hand down the plane of her body, left breast first, with claim, before moving down over his ribs and hip to find a home between her legs.

Sam's touch is firm but considered. His fingers are hardened from a life of fighting but no less long and elegant, seeking soft, wet heat.

Seeking a gasp from Sarah's plush, pink lips that he can catch and claim with his own as he does so. Lead the way he means to follow with his cock pressed into her hip.]

[ He pounces on her like prey, pinning her up against the wall, towering over her and dragging his hands over her skin possessively. And damnit, she likes it. Likes the precision in his grasp, the deftness of his fingers despite his size and bulk.

The touch gets a soft hiss from her lips, her eyelids fluttering shut as she tips her head up to receive that kiss. Dragging her teeth over his lower lip, she reaches out to wrap a fist around his cock and drags her palm up and down his length, cursing out a breath against his lips. ]

Gotta earn it, Winchester. [ She mutters, as if his fingers aren't already finding her slick and ready, as if she isn't shuddering with the pleasure of it. It occurs to her, fleetingly, that she doesn't even know his first name. Just Winchester. A brother named Dean. Had he mentioned his name? ]

[Doesn't matter, the effect is the same. If you're a good girl he'll let you pull his hair.

Sam growls in response and nudges his foot against Sara's to widen her stance. They're standing, so this isn't as easy as it would be in bed, but this unnamed Winchester likes a challenge.

The goal at the moment is to get his hand in such a way that he can slip inside her body and slick his wet fingers over her clit with each back drag. Slow and rhythmic as they kiss and bite and devour each other. His free hand at her nipple, pebbled under his touch which he plays and teases, seeing just what she might be into. How kinky she really is.

He wants to work her up needy and trembling. He wants to push her right to the brink but hold back just that little bit. Sara wants him to earn it, fine. It just means a long, slow torture for her.

Sam is, despite it all, a considerate psychopath. And when he's good and ready, and she's good and needy, that's when he'll sink to his knees. That's when he'll fill her full with his fingers and replace the attention to her most sensitive part with his tongue. Hot and wet and hungry. ]

[ She can be good. Ish. Good enough to pull his hair, anyway.

He'll find she's particularly sensitive to that tease to her clit - shuddering, grasping at him with her free hand for balance even as she continues to work his cock in her hand. In some ways, he's wild and feral, and in others so damn cool and calculated - knowing exactly where to touch her, tease her, make her dizzy with need and squirm with desire.

She can be a damn tease, too. Hand slipping down to massage at his balls, then back up to drag her palm up and down his length. Skim her fingertips over the head of his cock, pet her thumb over it a few times to tease the precome from him.

But Christ, he makes it hard to concentrate. The way he's working that slow heat within her, teasing her just enough before pulling back, earning a sharp hiss or a groan of frustration before she squeezes his cock in retaliation.

And maybe she wasn't expecting him to go down on her this quickly. Guys like him know how to take, but giving's a hell of a point in his favor. Her jaw drops and she buries a hand in his hair, shifting a knee up against his shoulder to give him more room to work. ]

Fuck- [ Her eyes flutter closed and she shivers at the slick tease of his tongue on her clit, the way his thick fingers thrust in and out of her with lewd, wet sounds that fill the small room around them. Brow furrowing, she lets out a breath, a choked cry, damn near ready to lose herself grinding into the heat of his mouth. ]

[Sam growls low against her as he works, the hand in his hair sending a shiver down his spine in a way he hasn't felt for a long time. For a moment he is somewhere far away with a different woman. Nothing against Sara, but Ruby has always lived rent free at the edge of Sam's mind and sex like this brings her back to him, even when it shouldn't.

One supposes that's what happens when you go to bed with a demon. They hook their claws in deep and don't let go, even after they're long dead.

He pushes the thought away and re-anchors himself to the here and now. To Sara and this little room and the music on the other side of the curtain. On the idea that someone could peek at any second and what a show they'd find.

Sam is so hard he could scream, aching and leaking and tightly wound but knowing the wait will be well worth it. He wants to bring Sara off and this is the most effective way. A fun, pleasurable transaction. No strings attached.

But once he does? Once she gets there and she's undone around him? Those fingers will leave it will be his turn. ]

[ That little growl feels like it vibrates completely through her. Buzzes along her skin and penetrates deep into her core, the talent of his tongue and the suction of his lips driving her dizzy with lust.

And it doesn't matter where his mind is. Doesn't matter that they barely know each other, that she doesn't even remember if he's told her his first name. All that matters is he not- fucking- stop, because she's grinding hard into the press of his mouth, tugging a handful of his hair as she feels herself hurtle towards the edge.

There's a sudden tension, a fleeting stillness in her before finally, she's there. Spasming, bucking in his hold, sighs and cries filling the room as she loses herself, the pleasure white hot behind her eyes until she's a shaking, panting, shuddering mess.

Every inch of her skin is buzzing as she comes down, the force of it heady and leaving her dazed. She manages to get her feet underneath her, grasping sloppily at him to get to his feet. ]

You want my mouth or my cunt?

Cunt.

[Decisive as he holds her hip. Sam is strong and Sara is slight, it's nothing for him to pick her up against the wall and hold there with one arm and pressure. To put her legs around his hips tangle his free, wet hand into her hair with the kind of immediate grip that would be considered violence in another situation.]

That's a filthy fuckin' mouth you've got.

[And it brings out an ugliness he's never uttered aloud before. His mouth at her throat as he shoves up and sinks right in to the sopping mess he's made. Sam Winchester doesn't make love. He fucks. Like an animal. Like he's her master. He's paid his dues, now he demands it without negotiation.]

You're such a good little slut for me, Sara.

[ She'd figured as much, but it's fucking great to hear him say it. His large hands dwarf the slim curve of her hips, and he picks her up like she's a paperweight before pinning her to the wall. If he's too rough, she doesn't seem to mind - seems to like it, actually, grasping hard at his shoulders, nipping sharply at his lip and down his jaw. ]

You fucking love it.

[ She grins, humming a laugh against his skin before finally, finally he's inside her. Fills her completely, sending an ache through her that curls at her toes and shivers up her spine. She lets out a sharp yelp - a mix of pain and pleasure at the size of him - her teeth digging hard into the base of his neck. If he wants rough, he'll get it. She bucks her hips into him, their bodies meeting with lewd, wet smacks as her nails dig into his shoulders. ]

Yeah- ah, yeah- Holy fuck, you're big-

[Were Sam himself he would stop and kiss butterfly apologies and make sure she's okay. Were he himself he would ease slowly and make sure she was comfortable before fucking like he was aiming to breed.

But he isn't. And he doesn't care. What he cares about is systematically taking this woman apart with his cock until she's a mewling mess begging for more on legs that no longer support her weight.]

You fucking like it.

[Answering like for like, hissing at her nails carving half moons into his skin as he sets a deep, claiming rhythm. There's no romantic symphony, just the cacophony of their gasps and growls and her wet pussy around him.]

Say it for me.

[ For all she knows, this is just how he is. Straight to the point, strong and possessive and too fucking good at getting what he wants. Sara doesn't need sweet and fluffy and romantic. She doesn't need candlelight or small talk or to know how many siblings he has. What she wants - what she needs - is all he's giving to her now. Relentless, feral, sending searing pleasure through every nerve in her body until she's holding on for dear life.

Yeah. She fucking likes it. That much is evident by the red scratch marks she's left on his skin, by the hickey forming at the base of his neck, by how damn wet she is and how loud her moans are getting with every rut of his hips to hers.

And yes, she knows what he wants to hear. But she's still gonna make him work for it. ]

Say - unh - say what? [ Said with a grin muffled against his shoulder, said even as she hisses a sigh of pleasure. ]

[Uhhuh, no, denied. He isn't playing this game.

Sam huffs a mirthless half laugh and answers but curling his hand into her hair ever tighter.]

I said fucking say it, slut.

[Illustrating his point with a merciless, hard thrust into her.]

[ The rough tug at her hair sends a shiver down her spine, and she hisses again at the thrust he gives her, at the sharp pain that aches so deeply at her core. ]

Harder.

[ The glint in her eyes is a challenge - one she knows he'll damn well accept. ]

[How dare we immortalize my typo.

Sara knows exactly how to answer and that is almost better than hearing her say the words he's requesting.]

That's right. Beg.

But he'll rise to the challenge regardless. If only there was more room in here he'd get her her knees and send her back with some lovely rug burns.]

[ The audacity.

If the goal is to make her entirely unable to walk afterwards, he's well on his way. He's angled in deep, the low growl of his commands sending heat skittering and sizzling across her skin. ]

Hh- ah! [ She shuts her eyes, biting down on his shoulder as her cries start to rise in pitch. Have they cracked the drywall yet? These rooms can't be that sturdy.

And usually, that second round takes a whole lot longer to chase out of her. Usually, she needs more teasing, more foreplay to get her there. But Christ, he's barrelled through all that, sent her straight into a state of euphoria, hurtling straight towards another release. ]

Ah- fuck! Fuck me! Harder- please!

[Even though it says more about Sara than it does Sam, if she comes twice that will inflate his ego far, far more than is safe. He might even make two notches on his bedpost in her honor.

And what can he do but oblige, grabbing her that might tighter - moving his hips that much faster, deeper, harder. They're both spun up night and tight and Sam can feel himself on the precipice of release, which comes like a low, ragged growl before washing over him with bliss and satisfaction.

Doesn't mean he'll stop, even if he takes the moment to enjoy his own side, not until she come, too.]

[ she'd hate to stroke his ego, but goddamn does he deserve the praise. she'll allow him that much, because she can't for the life of her remember the last time she's gotten railed quite this hard.

her nails dig deep into his skin as he picks up his pace, her own brow furrowed, eyes shut tight as she feels the heat of his release fill her. her jaw drops, hot pants of breath buried into his neck as she ruts her own hips hard to meet him.

not much longer. she's - right- there. another hard bite to his neck to commemorate it, her body trembling on its way down. ]

[Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful the way she shakes apart and reforms around him.

Sam works Sara through it to the end, nosing into her neck and breathing deep. He isn't one for tender little kisses but still trails a few down elegant skin before lapping with his tongue.

Only then will he release the vice grip he's had and move to set her back down on her feet, satisfied and, honestly, rather smug.]

[ That's just about what it feels like, too. Being taken apart and pieced back together again, her body quivering, spasming on its way back down.

She's gulping down big breathes as she settles against him, enjoying the ragged cadence of his own breath against her neck. Mindlessly, her fingertips stroke through his hair, eyes fluttering shut a moment as she massages his scalp with her fingertips.

When he finally sets her down, it takes her a moment to find her footing. When she does, she glances up at him to shoot him a smirk, cheeks still flushed. ]

Not bad.

[There's a softness in the way she touches him, made all the more contrast by what they've just done. Hard men don't need softness in their lives. That's the rule, right? So then why does it feel so nice to have her fingers in his hair like that.

It's a nice moment. So is leaning together. So is the huffed laugh he gives in response.]

Not bad, huh. If I let go right now would you buckle?

[ It's an oddly tender moment, for however long it lasts. They're not going steady, and this isn't the high school prom. God knows if she'll even lay eyes on him after this moment.

But she likes the way he feels pressed up against her. Likes the strength of his hold, the heat of his breath on her skin.

She grins, a breathy laugh escaping her. ]

No. [ she answers stubbornly, even if she does clutch his arm a little tighter just in case he decides to call her bluff. ]

[He fakes slightly like he's going to but only drops an inch and never lets go.

Still, it makes him laugh. Mean but funny.]

Uhhuh~

[ She's anticipating it, damnit. But that doesn't mean she doesn't wobble a bit before shooting a sharp punch to his arm. ]

Dick.

[ She chuckles, finding her footing and stretching her legs a bit. ]

[A little shrug, smile growing wider. Sam takes his hands back and goes about the business of finding his clothes. It's not the first time he's put himself away wet. It probably won't be the last.]

This was fun. We should do it again some time.

[ He's got a nice smile, even if there's still something predatory lingering in it. Something dangerous, though if rough and rowdy is what that promise holds, she'll sign up time and time again. She shakes her head at him, stooping to gather her own clothes. Tugging her underwear and pants back on, she grins at his words. ]

You tell all the girls that, afterwards? [ It's not that she minds. But if he's going to use a line that cliche, she's gonna go ahead and call him on it. ]

[That's valid. He shrugs as e pulls his shirt back on, nimble fingers working the buttons without looking. He's more interested in watching her.]

Actually no. There usually isn't a next time.

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I love that our icons match up

yesssss perfection

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wow notifs so fuckin rude

lolll no worries, i just got home from traveling anyway!

sob egg on my face over here like where'd angie go

i'm here, i'm heeeeere <3

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