Requested by @newts-fan-case: So could you do a Sherlock x Reader were she is riding his face? (Lol I’m a sinner but I ain’t sorry) like for an experiment ‘cause Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused just by giving pleasure to someone else, but he is wrong and yeah ;) & Anon: Hi! Can I request a smut one shot with Sherlock where he wants to try have the reader sit on his face and eat her out and she’s shy & a bit self conscious with her body and he makes sure he makes her see Stars (with a little fkuff)? Thank you!
Summary: ^^ That.
Pairing: Sherlock x reader.
Word count: 2,055
Warnings: Smut - face riding - and self-consciousness (just a little bit).
A/N: God bless the sinners.
Enjoy!
“It just can’t be… It’s impossible…” Sherlock mumbled as he walked upstairs.
“What’s impossible?” (Y/N) inquired without looking up.
“Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused by giving pleasure to another.” Watson explained tiredly.
“Why would anyone get arousedif they’re not receiving the proper stimulation?” The consultant detective exclaimed.
“Because…” Watson sighed heavily, “I won’t explain it to you again. You have to live it to get it.”
Sherlock groaned and stormed to his room. John shared an annoyed glance with (Y/N) and left.
She was impressed that none of them asked why she was there, but then again, both knew she was very concerned about their current case, so maybe it wasn’t that weird. Therefore, she kept doing her research – in Sherlock’s computer – until he went out of his room.
“What are you doing here?” He inquired.
“Case.” She replied nonchalantly.
“Good.” He gulped and stood there awkwardly.
“Do you want me to leave?” She asked, still not looking up at him.
“No.” He said, “Actually I…”
“You…”
“I want to do an experiment and I think you’ll be a great help.” He spoke quickly. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve sworn he was nervous.
“Sure, what is it? Head exploding? Eye-ball tea tasting?”
“No, none of that.” He interrupted. (Y/N) was ignoring him – she was too focused on the computer’s screen – which made it a lot harder for him to ask what he needed to ask.
“Then what is it?” She asked once more.
“It’s… Complicated.” She sighed heavily and looked at him for a second.
“Everything with you is complicated; I think I got used to it already.” And with that she turned to the computer again.
Sherlock took a deep breath before blurting out his request. “I need you to ride my face.”
Summary: When new feelings are revealed after the changes in their little family, Winchesters realise their relationships needs a little bit more work than they expected.
“You have the cutest nose,” he whispered, opening his eyes as she moved away.
Thea smiled a little, and shook her head.
“Me and Dittie have the same nose,” she remarked. “Same lips, eyes, face…”
Sam reached for her, caressing her face and running a finger over her skin, tracing the little details, the things that made her different.
“It’s different,” he whispered, touching her nose. “Your nose hump is a little higher. Your eyes are a little closer.”
She tilted her head a bit, and Sam watched her face.
When he looked at them, he could see the difference really easily now. Dittie’s eyes were a little more distant from one another. The middle of her face was a little bigger, like someone had taken a photo of Thea and stretched the picture the littlest bit.
"You have a little scar right here,” he touched her lip, seeing the thin line that crossed her upper lip. “And this very little dot under your eyes.”
Her eyes filled up with tears again, and Sam realised that this wasn’t something she wasn’t used to. Being vulnerable wasn’t something that came easily to Thea, but she also struggled to see herself separated from Dittie.
They were identical twins, and always clumped together into the same pair.
As kids, they shared their rooms, their clothes, and now they shared their partners, and sometime even Sam and Dean considered them an extension of one another.
It could be hard to not be seen as an individual.
“Little princess,” he cooed, seeing her sniffing. “Don’t cry.”
“I’m not gonna cry,” she whimpered.
“I’ll kiss your tears away,” he promised. “Every time. I’ll tickle you until you’re laughing so loudly you wake the neighbours up.”
She giggled, and Sam reached for her, kissing her lips, surprised when Thea kissed him hungrily.
“Daddy,” she whined, biting his lower lip.
“You like my mouth, baby?” he pulled away, moved his lips to her jaw and neck.
Thea nodded, whining.
“Your hands too,” she panted.
He smirked, raising his hands to grab her hips and raise her, squeezing her skin and reaching for her tits, tracing his kisses down to her collarbones and sucking a little bruise on her skin before taking her nipples in his mouth, sucking both together.
“Sam!” she yelped.
He just bit one of her nipples, pulling on it, and ripped her old underwear in his fingers, pulling it away from her body and pushing a finger into her cunt.
She gasped at the sudden invasion, and he continued to suck on her tits as he pushed another finger in, fucking her in a regular pace, just teasing, not too slow or fast. He knew what he needed to get her off, and didn’t want to do it, not yet.
“Pretty princess,” he licked the bottom part of her tit, smiling when she moaned. “Daddy’s little bunny just wants to be cherished, doesn’t she?”
Summary: Sam decides to try something new with yoga. It doesn’t go too well. A.k.a.: Sam injures himself trying to suck his own cock and lands a girlfriend to do it for him. Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female!Reader WC: 1.2k words Warnings: Auto-fellatio. Masturbation. Crack. Sam has a crush.
Sam stretched his arms and legs, feeling comfortable and loose after his long - and daily - session of yoga.
Yoga was one of the good habits he had gotten into since starting university. It cleared his mind, relaxed his body and just made him much bendier, which was great for his day-to-day life.
And… maybe other things.
“Come on, Sam,” he prepped himself. “You can do this. It’s nothing new.”
Sam stopped, and rolled his eyes to himself.
“Alright, maybe it is new.”
He shouldn’t be too scared, he had done other positions before and this was just a new one.
The windows were closed and blackout curtains were in place. His phone was also in plane mode, and he was free to just enjoy himself.
The plough pose.
It was supposed to rejuvenate the entire nervous system. The abdominal organs were contracted and toned, the neck and shoulders were released from any habitual tension and the spine is stretched to its maximum.
And it also bought his cock nearly right against his face, perfect for him to suck off.
Alright.
Sam would die before admitting he had this fantasy for years, ever since he realised he was longer than most dudes, and when he realised - as a teen - that any time he sat upside down, he could feel the weight of his cock dangling down his stomach.
And the first time he had his cock sucked… he knew he had to try it on his own.
The feeling of a warm mouth around his dick was enough to get him hard as a rod in a second, and he wasn’t past doing it to himself.
It was so fucking tempting, like his own personal apple dangling from a tree.
And it could be stupid, sure, but he was smart. He had spent two whole years doing yoga before even preparing to do this to himself, and had read every source that was out there about it.
He didn’t need to think much to get himself hard as he took off his clothes.
Just last week, before coming down to Stanford to start the fall term, he’d been out with his friends to visit Brighton State Beach, which included Jess and some of her nurse friends.
Which included you.
Sam had seen you around campus a couple of times before, but that was the first-ever time that he actually got the chance of seeing you for real.
Since Sam had first seen you, you were either wearing scrubs or just very comfortable clothing, which usually included yoga pants and big hoodies that covered your thighs.
He had been interested in you before. Everything in you called to him; the way you spoke, the way you were always expressive, and your attitude, your eyes and face… and your lips. Fuck, he loved your lips. There was something in the way you smiled and pouted that just made him want to grab you and kiss you.
And then, on the beach, he had been able to see what you had hidden from everyone all that time.
Your bathing piece wasn’t even small - some of the girls were wearing the tiniest bikinis because they wanted to get a tan - but just the sight of you free and basking under the sun made his cock hard.
He mostly stayed in the water to hide, and couldn’t even tear his eyes from your thighs. They looked so soft, and he just knew he could make you shiver if he touched them.
It had just been impossible to get the image of you since then, especially when he saw you around.
Sam reached for his cock and stroked himself, closing his eyes and imagining your own hand around it. Fuck, you had such small hands covered to his - he had seen you holding things before, you could barely close your fingers around those coffee cups you always had with you.
Fuck, and the way you looked at him as you last saw one another… it was almost like you knew what was in his head.
He could feel his precum coating his hand and knew it was best to get into position now and not to get too carried away. If his hand felt good, he knew his mouth would feel even better.
Sam adjusted his mat on the floor and laid down on it, adjusting himself.
Getting into position was easy.
First, he raised his legs and relaxed his shoulder, drawing his chin towards his chest and letting them fall to the floor above his head, feeling his body reacting to it.
His cock, hard and red, touched his lips, and Sam let himself wrap his lips around, moaning in pleasure as he felt his own lips, sucking on its head and closing his eyes. It was a salty taste on his tongue, almost like when he was sucking pussy.
So, he tried to adjust himself and push his cock further.
And that was when his problem began.
Abruptly, he heard the sound of something cracking, and sharp pain spread on his back, making him fall to his side in pain, mouth still drooping from the precum he was sucking down.
All pleasure was gone from his mind.
“Fuck,” he grunted, laying completely on the floor.
