#samwbingo

[hintsofhoney]

Sore

Pairing(s): PersonalTrainer!Sam Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: Your personal trainer, Sam, suggests a new way to work you out.

Square(s) Filled: free space for @spnaubingo, free space for @samwbingo​

Tags: 18+, fingering, semi-public sex, oral (female receiving) 

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: So, this was supposed to be for @anaelsbrunette​’s 20th Birthday Bash which was due in February (I suck, I know), but I really wasn’t feeling the spark until now! My prompt was, “Perhaps you’ll take me out one day – or do I have to make an appointment?”, which will be in bold. Thank you to my darling @deangirl93​ for beta-ing! Here’s something for the Sam girls! GIF is mine.

You can also read me on Ao3!

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You pushed open the glass gym doors, a water bottle in one hand and a towel thrown over your shoulders. You were wearing a sports bra, tight work-out tank, and leggings, ready to take on your next session with your personal trainer, Sam. You absolutely hated working out, but you figured that after sitting on your ass in quarantine for God knows how long, it’d probably be good for you to get a workout in here and there. You were only planning on coming once a week, that is, until you saw him. Standing at about 6’4”, with wavy chestnut hair, and eyes the blue-green color that sometimes shows when the sunlight hits the sea just right – he was an Adonis, really, and you instantly upped your membership and sessions to three times a week after your first appointment with him. He was good at his job – he gave you a good workout, that’s for sure – but you couldn’t help but think about him working you out in other ways. 

“There’s my favorite client! Ready for leg day?” he beamed as you walked over to his designated corner of the gym.

“Never,” you groaned. Although, at least it wasn’t arm day. Arm day was the worst.

Sam chuckled and took a sip of his water bottle. He was already sweating, as he had a few clients before you, but it only made him more attractive. This was the end of your fifth week with him, making it your 15th session. In that time, you’ve learned a few things about him. He had a brother who was a mechanic, he enjoyed reading, his diet consisted of mostly healthy foods, and he was single. The flirting between the two of you had started around the fourth session, and it hadn’t stopped since. At this point, you were just waiting for him to ask you out. You placed your towel and water bottle on a nearby chair and began to stretch, Sam coming to join you. The two of you stood across from each other as you stretched out your shoulders, crossing one arm straight over your chest and pulling it further across with your other one. 

“You sore from Wednesday at all?” he asked with a smirk. 

“Uh, yeah, that’s an understatement. I can’t laugh without my abs hurting, so thanks for that,” you smiled. You switched arms and began to stretch your other shoulder.

“Hey, you pay me to do this,” he teased.

“Yeah, although I’m surprised you haven’t offered to do it for free. With the way you look at me, I should be charging you.” 

Sam chuckled, before bending down to touch his toes. You followed his lead, trying your best to get your nose to your knees. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied.

You rolled your eyes and stood back up, straddling your legs before reaching down to your left foot with both hands. “Yeah, sure you don’t,” you smiled. He stood back up too, but instead of joining you in this stretch he came to stand behind you. Grabbing your hips, he pulled them back a tad, and you instantly felt more of a pull in your hamstrings. “Thanks,” you said, not wanting his hands to leave your hips. 

“Trust me, it’s no problem. I like these leggings by the way. They new?” 

You chuckled, amused that he noticed. “Yeah, bought them yesterday.”

“They were a great choice,” he replied, moving back to stand in front of you, brushing his hand over your lower back as he walked from behind you. Your breath hitched at his touch. If he wasn’t going to make his move soon, you were.

The workout went by quickly, and by the end you could barely walk – and not in the way you liked. Your legs were sore and you couldn’t stand upright without wobbling. You slowly walked over to grab your things, Sam following behind you. You could feel his eyes on your ass and would have swayed your hips more, had you had any energy to do so. You took a long sip of water, wiping the sweat off your neck and chest with the towel. 

“Great work today, Y/N. Remember, I’ll be out next Monday, so your next appointment is on Wednesday. Perhaps it’ll give you some time to recuperate,” he teased, nodding towards your wobbly legs. You smiled softly and wiped your forehead on your towel, a little bit bummed out that he was saying goodbye without asking you out. Guess you really were going to have to make the first move.

“Perhaps you’ll take me out one day – or do I have to make an appointment for that, too?” you replied sassily, raising your eyebrows as you waited for his response. 

He chuckled as he tried to hide his surprise at your abruptness. He scratched the back of his head as he thought up a reply. He liked you – there was no question about that – but his thoughts were more sinister than anything else. A date wasn’t really the first thing he had in mind if he was being honest with himself. He figured he might as well be honest with you, too. “No, no appointment needed for that,” he finally replied with a smile. You returned the expression, relieved that he actually liked you, and wasn’t just some creep who wanted to feel you up every workout session. “But,” he continued, taking a step closer to you. You gulped as he leaned in, his breath fanning over your ear, the warmth of it sending a river of goosebumps down your arms before he whispered, ���why postpone the inevitable with a date when I could just take you in the back locker room right now?” 

You stuttered, trying to find your words as his went straight to your core. “Uh – um –”

“There’s a nice little spot back there… no one would see us, even if they walked in,” he continued, your will to resist him dwindling by the second. “And I’d be lying if I said that I haven’t spent the last five weeks thinking about what it’d feel like to be inside you, Y/N.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, nodding faintly as you gave into his suggestion. It was the only approval he needed before a cocky smirk graced his lips and he took you by the hand, leading you through the maze of gym equipment and slipping into the employee locker room, making sure that no one saw.

He dragged you through the room, making a left turn at the last row of lockers, a bench in between the two walls of metal doors. You noticed that the mirror that spanned the length of the countertop across from the lockers didn’t quite reach the little nook that he had led you to, easing your anxieties about being caught. 

“Don’t worry,” he chuckled, noticing you scoping out the place. “We barely use this room anyways, and when we do, no one walks all the way back here to put their shit in a locker.” He took a step towards you, backing you up against the cold metal barrier behind you. Putting one hand on either side of your head, he leaned towards you, trying to match your height the best he could. “If you’re not comfortable –”

“Oh, no – no, I am comfortable,” you reassured him. You just couldn’t believe you were about to do this. If this counted as sex in public, you could finally cross it off your bucket list. Not to mention that it was sex with Sam – so, two things off your bucket list, actually. 

He smiled, the mosaic of blue and green in his eyes staring down at you. “Good,” he breathed, before he leaned in.

His lips were soft – as soft as they looked. Kissing him felt exactly like you had imagined it would every time you watched his tongue dart out between his lips during your sessions. It was rough and passionate and only left you wanting more as he trailed his kisses down your jaw and neck. His head was buried in the crook of your shoulder, his breathing heavy as he sucked on your sweet spot, a hand coming up to cup your breast over your sweat-dampened clothes. The soft moans and grunts leaving your lips seemed to echo off the lockers, the noises you both were making surrounding you as though they were being played from loudspeakers. It was all you could hear – not that you were complaining. 

He snaked his hand back down your body, leaving the sweet spot on your neck and trailing kisses down to the base of your throat, his tongue suddenly warm on your skin as he slowly dragged the wet muscle down your chest, stopping just above your cleavage, where your sports bra prevented him from moving any lower. He made eye contact with you as his fingertips danced at the neckline of your tank-top, a smirk on his lips as he asked his question.

“How much do you care about this shirt?”

“Fuck the shirt,” you breathed, staring him down to let him know you were serious.

He huffed a devilish smile as he grabbed the neckline of your tank in his large hands, pulling in opposite directions with a force that made you stumble a bit as he ripped it off of you and threw it behind his shoulder. The cold air hitting your sweat-covered stomach did not go unnoticed by you, the chill sending shivers down your spine as your nearly bare back was met with the even colder lockers. 

Sam dropped to his knees in front of you, his lips trailing down your abdomen, stopping right above the waistband of the leggings that he loved so much. Dragging his hands down your sides, he wasted no time hooking his fingers under the material, pulling it down and off your legs, smirking as he realized that you weren’t wearing any underwear.

You placed your hands in his hair, pulling him towards your core as the two of you kept your eyes locked on one another, his hand pulling one of your legs over his shoulder for better access to your sex. He licked a stripe up your folds, his gaze unwavering as he studied your face – he didn’t want to miss any little moments of pleasure that might come across it due to his ministrations. 

You threw your head back against the lockers as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue over it again and again until he could feel you gripping onto his locks so tightly that he thought you might pull them out by their roots. He moved on, giving the most sensitive spot on your body a break as he worked his way through your folds, lapping up your juices like he’d just finished the most intense workout of his life and your arousal was the only thing that could quench his thirst. You couldn’t hold back the moans that were falling from your lips, echoing off the lockers; you were almost certain that the whole gym could hear you from inside these walls but you didn’t care. If anything, it only made you want to be louder – you wanted everyone to know how good he was making you feel. 

You gasped as he slid two fingers inside you easily, his tongue back on your clit as he repeatedly pressed on your g-spot with his long digits. You were close; and you only hoped he could tell – you were too delirious with pleasure to tell him that you wanted to cum on his cock. 

“Fuck,” you breathed, his free hand coming to grab at your hip, the size of his palm alone enough to envelop the entirety of your hip bone underneath it, his slender fingers digging into the dip right above your ass. “Oh – fuck!” 

You were suddenly right there – on the edge of a release, holding it back with everything you had in you. He was coaxing it out of you, his tongue working over time as it flicked over your clit, his fingers hitting your sweet spot with a precision that made you feel like you were floating. You screamed as you let go, your grip on his hair no doubt painful to him, your head thrown back in ecstasy, your pussy clenching around his fingers as he worked you through your high. 

“Good girl,” he praised as he watched the journey that your facial expressions went on; from concentration to pure bliss to completely relaxed – all under a minute. He liked knowing that he did that to you. That he made you feel that good. 

Sam  stood up as you caught your breath, your chest rising and falling as you watched him wipe the glistening arousal off of his chin with the back of his hand, before he leaned in to kiss you. You could taste yourself on him; your legs already weak from both the workout and the pleasure he had just sent through your body – but the kiss was making it difficult for you to stay on your feet. You heard the soft thump of fabric hitting the tiled floor, followed by what you could only assume was his cock pressing up against your abdomen. 

“C’mere,” he husked against your lips, as he grabbed you by your hips and walked backwards until the backs of his knees hit the long bench placed in the middle of the two locker walls. He sat down, promptly pulling you on top of him, your knees resting on the wooden surface on either side of his thighs as he lined his cock up with your entrance. He pulled your hips down slowly, smirking as he watched your face contort into one of pleasure before his did the same as his length became fully sheathed within your walls. “Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good,” he breathed, lifting your hips and then slamming them back down again, using you to fuck himself, as if you weighed nothing at all. Your hands came to grip at his biceps, feeling his muscles ripple underneath your palms each time he raised you up and rammed you back down onto his cock again. One of his hands came to pull down at the front of your sports bra, groaning in frustration when it wouldn’t stay in place – at least you knew it would do its job of keeping your girls contained no matter the situation. “Take that off,” he huffed, “I wanna see you. I wanna see all of you.”

Your hands left his biceps to follow his instruction, pulling your sports bra off over your head, your breasts bouncing free as Sam continued to guide you in riding his cock. You dug your fingers into his shoulder muscles, his mouth coming down to your nipple, a moan escaping you as you felt the warmth of his tongue on the hardened bud. 

“Fuck, Sam,” you breathed, feeling your second orgasm coming up on you quick. Your hands moved to his hair and his arms wrapped around your waist; he was in full control of you now – bouncing you on top of him harder and faster as he moved between nipples, making sure to give each one an equal amount of attention, chasing his own release. He looked up at you, his chin resting against the valley in between your breasts, his face glistening with sweat, as he watched your face again.

“You gonna cum again, babygirl? Hm?” he panted as he continued moving you on top of him. 

“Yes. Fuck, yes,” you nodded in response; you could feel your release right around the corner. All it would take would be – 

“Cum, then. Cum around my cock, gorgeous. I wanna feel – Oh, yeah. Fuck, there we go,” he praised as he felt you come undone around him, speeding up his movements ever so slightly as he felt his own release build up. 

“Oh, God,” you moaned, your head dropping down as all the energy you had left abandoned your body. 

“Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Sam panted, a few moments before you felt warm spurts of his seed coat your walls. 

The both of you sat there for a few minutes, chests heaving, sweat dripping down your bodies, before you pulled away and looked down at his covered chest; his gray tank top from the day the only item of clothing that hadn’t been discarded. You huffed a laugh as you saw the dark sweat spot your body had left on the fabric, before slowly pulling off of him and rising to your feet, walking properly being something that seemed impossible. 

He watched you as you picked up your discarded clothes from the floor, lethargically putting them back on as you worked through sore muscles that had now become even more sore. 

“What?” you asked, once you were fully dressed, noticing the smirk on his face.

“Oh, nothing,” he shrugged, grabbing his shorts off the floor and pulling them on. “Was just wondering if you’d mind adding that into our weekly sessions. Burns a lot of calories, you know.”

You chuckled softly. “I’m sure I’m gonna be feeling it for days, too,” you replied with a wink.

“See you next week?”

You nodded. “Or sooner.”​

[spnfanficpond]

Title: The Wrong Winchester

Rating: Mature (18+): NSFW

Pairings: Reader x Dean, Reader x Sam

Word Count: 2,858

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, regret, pining, longing, cheating, smut, p in v, unprotected sex.

Square filled: @samwbingo - Free Space @spnkinkbingo - Standing Sex

Created for @tvdspngirl314 writing event: Prompt is in BOLD.

Author’s Note: Hey! It’s been a while! Thank you much for taking an interest in my page and this fic. I hope you enjoy it! A special shoutout to @downanddirtydean​ for being an AWESOME beta. Please do yourself a favor and check out her work; I promise you, you won’t be disappointed! Headers and footers created by the talented @talesmaniac89

[that-one-gay-girl]

20 Questions

Rules: make a new post and share your answers.

1. Why did you choose your URL?

Because i’m apart of the LGBTQ+ community and the only one in my family who is

2. Any sideblogs? If you do, name them and say why you have them.

@that-one-gay-girl-reads this is my reading reblog blog and @samwbingo is a bigngo i’m running with @wonder-cole

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

I joined in January 2019 but started writing in  August 2020

4. Do you have a queue tag?

no

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I was reading spn fanfiction and eventually wanted to writer

6. Why did you choose your icon?

It was the first time i saw @wonder-cole in person and fell in love with her pupper. It’s a moment I feel truly happy.

7. Why did you choose your header?

It’s an iconic moment of spn

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

Moody - 152 (i’m guessing because i have no clue how to find which post has the most)

9. How many mutuals do you have?

Lots!

10. How many followers do you have?

336

11. How many people do you follow?

141

12. Have you ever made a shitpost?

maybe?

13. How often do you use tumblr each day?

Too many times, i use it as a distraction

14. Have you ever had a fight/argument with another blog? Who won?

Nope, and I intend to keep it that way.

15. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

Reblogging is important but if it’s something I don’t agree with I won’t reblog

16. Do you like tag games?

I do!

17. Do you like ask games?

I do!

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

I don’t like the term, I love and support all of my mutuals equally!

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Definitely @cockslut-padalecki I mean, who wouldn’t lol

20. Tags?

@cockslut-padalecki @wonder-cole @huffle-pissed @percywinchester27 @treat-winchesterswith-kindness

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Kidnapping

Accidental Pregnancy

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