Sam X-Reader - 99 Problems and You're One

     Hearing yet another sigh from across the table, you lift your head and see Sam, arms crossed and head resting on his hands as he stares at you.

    “Problem?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

    “Yeah. You’re beautiful.”

    “And that’s a problem?”

    “Yes. It’s very distracting.”

    You break into a smile and look back down at your laptop.

    “God damn, (y/n), if you keep smiling like that, it’ll be the death of me.”

    “Oh stop it.”

    He does a mock shudder. “Your voice sends chills down my spine.”

    Blushing, you try to ignore him.

    “Oh, now you’re just being mean. Blushing? That’s adorable.”

    “Sam . . .” You brush your bangs out of your face with one hand.

    He lets his head fall to the table. “And there go the shivers again. It’s worse when you say my name.”

    With a sigh of your own, you decide to play along with this game. “Sammy.”

    “Dear God.” He reels back in the chair, hands covering his face.

    “Sam Winchester.”

    “Oh I’m melting.” He slouches down in the chair.

    “Sammy boy.”

    He just moans this time, sinking so low that his back is resting on the seat of the chair.

    “Samuel frickin’ Winchester.”

    You hear a muffled thump as he lets himself fall to the floor. You’ve run out of names now, so you stop talking and return your attention to the computer.

    Moments later a hand claws into the sensitive underside of your thigh, making you spazz and yelp. Sam climbs out from under the table, making sure to grab the most sensitive parts of your body. He meets your eyes about halfway to a standing position and dramatically falls on top of you.

    “I’ve fallen, and I can’t get up.” He lets his head fall onto your shoulder.

    “Now what’ve I done?”

    “Your eyes, madam, I looked into their starry depths and grew weak at the knees.” He makes a show of trying to stand up, only to fall again when he looks into your eyes.

    “Sam, you’re being a drama queen.”

    “Milady, you are the only queen I see.” He finally gets himself upright.

    You blush again at the compliment, and Sam lets his legs give out, falling face up to the floor with a dramatic flair.

    “The blushing, my queen, my heart can’t take it!” He rests the back of his right hand across his forehead. “Why must you be so cruel?”

    “Sam-”

    “You spoke my name yet again! My heart has given up on trying. Goodbye!” With that, he lets his arms fall to his sides and his head roll sideways in a show of dying.

    This final antic makes you giggle. “If you’re Snow White, am I the poison apple?”

    No response. He continues to lie on the floor, motionless save for the steady rise and fall of his chest.

    “Or should I be the prince who awakens the fair maiden with a kiss?” You scoot the chair back and get to your feet, covering the short distance between you and his limp body in a few steps.

    Dropping down onto your hands and knees above him, you lower your head and let your lips brush against the sensitive spot just below his ear. His face twitches as he attempts to make the tickling stop.

    “Oh, it looks like you’re not dead after all. I guess you won’t be needing that magical kiss.” To tease him further, you repeat the action. This time he doesn’t move, but you can see him pinch his eyes shut tighter with the effort of not reacting.

    You move your mouth down his neck, touching your lips ever so lightly to his skin, tickling him. At one point he makes a strained noise in his throat, and you pause, waiting a moment before continuing your tender assault. Finally, you bring your mouth flush with his.

    “Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty.” And then you kiss him.

    He sucks in a breath, sitting up suddenly and throwing his arms around you as he breaks the kiss.

    “You have saved me, oh queen!” He traps you in a tight bear hug.

    “Can’t breathe!”