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[ 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.

[ She hums a chuckle. At least he's honest. ]

That's more like it.

[ She scans the room a moment, brow furrowing as she hunts down her tanktop. Ah. She spots it flung across a table and goes to retrieve it, tugging it on and frowning. ]

Was I wearing a bra?

Maybe.

[Sam shrugs into his jacket and spies it on the floor near his foot, nabbing it up before she can follow his eye line. It's cute, he decides, before very clearly and obviously putting it in his pocket.]

[ She just stands there, arms folding over her chest as she watches him, watches the little straps sticking out of his pockets with little subtlety. ]

You're very smooth. But I'm gonna need that back.

I think I'll keep it.

[A grin.]

All the more reason to see me again. But I'll tell you what, you can have this.

[From the same pocket he pulls a ladies charm bracelet. It's fine silver and heavy with many, many charms, one of which he gravitates to immediately and unclasps before offering. Small but incredibly intricate, it's a seal of Solomon.]

Trade?

[ Her brow cocks, unamused. ]

You could just ask for my number, you know. [ She catches the thing in the air, though, turning it over in her fingers and frowning down at it a moment. ]

Samael... Raphael... Han- What the hell am I supposed to do with this?

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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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