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It's my 9 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳 It's funny that I started writing smut on my Mom's birthday. I'm sure a therapist would be thrilled with this news.
Summary: Reader attends a post finals party with her friend Jo. When Sam steps in to offer a ride home, the reader finds they have been sexiled. Sam offers her a place to stay overnight.
Warnings: drinking/smoking, general party activities, vanilla sex, shower sex.
Word count: 4820 (You were expecting my first one back to be short?)
Story: Thank you ever so much, Jo. The last thing I wanted to do before I got on a four-hour flight to go see my super conservative family, who constantly reminded me that my school and my friends were bad for me, was go to a party that would leave me smelling like cheap vodka, even cheaper beer, and expensive weed. For that I had to thank Charlie’s stoner roommate that everyone just called ‘Cas’.
“Oh lighten up,” speak of the devil, Jo pushed a beer into my hand. “You passed your finals, you have a great internship lined up next semester, not to mention you got Professor Metler for your senior thesis class. He never shows up and it’s always run by his push over TA’s. Your last semester in college is gonna be a breeze. Enjoy tonight.”
“You’re right.”
“You’re damn right I’m right. Now drink, bitch.” She pushed the can towards my face and made me take a drink. I took a drink and she cheered and teetered off again. I spent the better part of an hour nursing that beer waiting for the one-woman party train known as Jo to show some signs of slowing. Which of course, she wasn’t.
“Jo!” I kept glancing at my watch. Seven in the morning would be coming for me fast if I didn’t get to bed soon.
“I’mma commin…” She slurred together. She wobbled over to the couch and plopped down next to me. “Wha?” She smelled like half the bottle of vodka from the kitchen but she was still bubbly and happy.
“Thank you for inviting me, but I have an early flight tomorrow, I think I need to go.”
“C’mon, don’t be like that. This is the youngest you’ll ever be! Spend the night getting wasted then go home to those shitty parents. Make some bad decisions for crying out loud! Then you’ll see how good of a friend I am for you.” She went to take a drink out of a red solo cup when a very tall man took it from her hands.
“Speaking of good friends, Dean texted. He said you and your friend need a ride home.”
“Bah! Dean’s hurr?”
“Who do you think is helping Cas hotbox the basement with half a pound of weed?”
“Thas alot of weed.”
“You’re telling me. Let’s go. You too, c’mon.” He extended a giant hand and helped me out of the extremely sunken couch.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. See Jo, that’s what manners sound like.” She grumbled something unintelligible. “I’m Sam by the way. I’m Jo’s cousin, well, not really. But our families are close. Did you bring a jacket, Jo, or did you walk over here in a tank top while its 30 degrees out again?”
“I don’t wear jackets, Sam. They aren’t cool.” He puffed and shrugged off his sweater to wrap it around her. Whatever lecture he gave her about pneumonia was completely lost on me because, holy muscles, batman, this boy was ripped.
“Hello?” Sam broke my stupor.
“Huh?”
“Jo says you have a car. Can I borrow it to drop you off?”
“What?”
“I walked here from campus. I can drive you home and drop you and your car off.”
“Oh yeah, here.” I handed him the keys out of my jacket pocket.
“You weren’t planning on driving home tonight were you?”
“After a little while, yeah. I’ve only had one beer.”
“Well then, I guess you can drive Jo and then me home if you’re so sober.” He smacked them back in my outstretched hand.
“Maybe I will. C’mon, Jo. He’s right, it’s time to get you home.” I heard a muffled ‘okay’ from somewhere underneath Sam’s giant sweater. Sam and I helped Jo into the back seat of my little car and then piled in and blasted the heater. After about two blocks, I swear I could hear very soft little snores. Sam was in the passengers’ seat, not so covertly keeping a close eye on me and my motor skills.
“So, what’s your name again?” Sam broke the silence.
“Y/N.”
“Ah. Jo talks about you a lot. From what I hear, your parents aren’t too keen on your decision to attend a liberal arts university.”
“I guess you could say that.” I sneered. “The, uh, gentle reminders that I could have attended a cheaper school, met a husband by now, and started a family over every Christmas dinner are kinda just the tip of the iceberg on that one.”
“Yikes.”
“You could say that again.”
Even though it was a Friday night, the streets in our quiet college town were rather empty. It was still early enough that most of the party goers were still out and the smart kids had gotten out of town right after their last finals. I pulled into the parking lot behind the Burns’ dorm building and poked Jo. Sam helped me pull her out of the back seat and into a standing position. “I’ll walk her to the door. She should be good from there.”
When Jo had successfully managed to make her way into the dorm building and past the front desk supervisor, I walked back to the car. Out of habit I looked up to where my apartment was across the street. What I saw made me angry. A pink light on in my roommate’s window. “Dammit, Meg.”
“What? What’s wrong.” Sam was standing next to my car.
“I live in that building there. See that light?” He nodded. “That means my roommate has someone over. The good ol’ sock on the door handle. Fuck, I really could have used the sleep before my flight tomorrow.”
“You could come crash at my place.” I looked up at him. “I mean, I have a sleeper sofa. It’s not the best thing, but if you needed somewhere to sleep for a few hours. Plus, it’s only about 15 minutes away from the airport.”
“If it weren’t for the fact I literally don’t have any other choice than sleeping in my car, I would pass, but…”
“It’s cold out and long flights on no sleep suck.”
“Exactly, guide the way.” He gave me directions to a posh neighborhood about 5 minutes away that I happened to know a lot of professors from the University lived in. He directed me down a driveway that led up to a nice ranch style house. “Wow. This is yours?”
“Not exactly, it’s my parent’s. I’m staying with him while I finish up my master’s.”
“That’s cool. Let me grab my stuff.”
“You already have your suitcase?”
“Let’s just say, this isn’t the first time my craigslist roommate has sexiled me before I was supposed to fly home.”
“Gotcha.” He opened the door to a huge open floor plan modern house. Sam must have seen my face.
“My mom has an interior decorating hobby. She poured her heart into this place. She’s teaching abroad in Brussels right now.”
“It’s nice.”
“Thanks, I’ll let her know you like it.” His soft chuckle made me blush in the low light. He led me around the corner, there was a closed door with light, and the soft sounds of Dark Side of the Moon pouring out from underneath it. “Crap.” He bit his lip, “that light means my Dad is still grading finals. And the sleeper sofa is in his office. He’ll probably be at it all night too. Um. You know, you take my bed tonight and I’ll take the floor.” I started to protest but he cut over me. If it weren’t for the fact that I was growing increasingly tired, I would have fought more.
He took me back through the quiet sitting room, past the dining room were two doors stood, one emblazoned with a black and red sign that looked like a four-year-old had painted, “DEAN’S ROOM”. It made me giggle, from everyone’s description, it was definitely Dean Winchester’s room. The other had a very cool old Kansas license plate that was stamped SAM. He looked just slightly embarrassed. He pushed it open quickly and flicked on his light. He had a huge desk, strewn with papers and books, with a cozy looking desk chair. An overloaded bookshelf with fiction and non-fiction mixed up with no legible order. His bed was ruffled but the entire room just screamed comfortable and cozy.
“Bathroom is on the other side of Dean’s room. Give me a minute to put new sheets on.” I nodded and took my bag into the hallway with me. I quickly brushed my teeth and then rifled around in the bag for something presentable to sleep in. Of course, I had only brought one overlarge t-shirt with a few holes in it. I sighed in resignation as I inspected the rest of the clothes. They were long sleeved, high collared, or meant for one of the numerous family outings where I was be expected to look “respectable” as my Mother would say. As I slipped the old shirt, a naughty thought rolled over in my mind and somewhere a little further south.
I shook your head again. This was not the time and I hardly knew Sam. When my clothes and toiletries were safely shoved back into my duffle bag, I took one last look at yourself in the mirror. I heaved a heavy sigh as I chided myself for lack of forethought. Couldn’t have packed a pair of shorts either? I rolled my eyes, desperately tugged the shirt down as far as it would go and walked back into Sam’s room. He had made a pallet of blankets and threw a few pillows down, it still didn’t look comfortable. “Sam, are you sure? I mean, we can share. Your bed is kinda huge.”
“No, no, it’s fine.” He had his back turned as I walked in, he had taken his shirt off and I almost swooned. He was gorgeous. Those defined back muscles were singing in the low light. My mouth was agape when he turned around. “Nice shirt, Y/N.” Was is just the light or was he blushing?
“Uh, thanks.” I crossed my arm over my chest, suddenly very aware that Sam’s eyes weren’t meeting mine. “I wasn’t really expecting to be in a boy’s bedroom tonight. I assure you I would have at least worn matching underwear if that were the case.” I stopped quickly and bit my lip. “I… don’t know why I said that. I must be tired, sorry.”
“It’s okay. I thought it was funny.” He kinda half laughed as the room filled with a noticeably awkward silence. “We should probably call it a night.”
“Yeah… yes. That… I need to do that.” I turned away from him almost too fast and crawled into his giant bed. Even though he had changed the sheets the smell of a dark oaky scent in the sheets and pillows washed over me. It was intoxicating. He turned the light off and settled into his little pile of blankets. For almost half an hour both of us laid quietly in the dark. Or at least I did. Every few minutes, the sound of Sam tossing and turning on the floor startled me. I glanced at the clock, at this rate I would get no sleep at all with his thudding and flailing.
“Sam. Just get in the bed.” He started on some sort of excuse but I cut over him. “Look, I’m a big girl, I can handle it. I just won’t be able to sleep until you quiet down, so please get up here.”
“Okay.” He sounded a bit hesitant. “Only if you’re sure.” He pulled back the covers and scooted in. We stared at each other for a few minutes in the dim light of his room. The feeling down south started stirring again. I crossed my legs, hoping to silence it, but it was no use. I felt like I was gonna burst and so I said something dumb.
“You smell really good.”
“Thanks, you look really good in your holey night shirt thing.”
“Sam,” I paused for a second, “I’m gonna do something and if it comes off wrong we can just mark it up to me being sleep deprived but Jo had said something about making bad choices and I just really want to do this.”
“Okay.” He sounded concerned. I scooted closer to him and leaned my neck forward and after just a moment’s hesitation I kissed him. To my surprise, he didn’t hesitate in kissing me back. Suddenly, I was wide awake as my concentration turned to matching his movements. When we finally broke apart, both of us were gasping for air. “We should probably think about this for a minute. I mean, you said it yourself, you need some sleep tonight, and well, if we keep up at this pace, neither of us will be sleeping tonight.”
“You’re right.” I sat up and paused, his eyes flickered for a moment with disappointment. “But you know what?” I peeled my night shirt off, he sat up quickly. “I can sleep on the plane.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” He grabbed me around the waist and pushed me back down into the pillows, he started kissing and sucking at my neck, making me gasp and blush. His hand found my naked breasts in the dark and his fingers started brushing across my nipples, gently bringing them to attention. My hands found his back and my fingers started to examine his defined back muscles. His hips were starting to pump against mine, never in my entire life had dry humping turned me on so much.
My hands quickly went to his sweatpants, ready to pull them off but his hands stopped me. “I said, we wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight. I meant it.” He grabbed my hands and pulled them above my head. “Hold the headboard.” He growled. I flushed but immediately obeyed his command.
His mouth floated over me, excruciatingly slowly. His lips trailed across my clavicle and shoulders, then he leisurely drifted further down my body. Starting by dragging his teeth down my sternum while his stubble rubbed against the soft flesh of my breasts. I was practically panting by the time he reached my underwear. My legs were twitching with anticipation, but his hands held them firm.
“Sam, please…” My pleading went unnoticed.
“See if you go too fast you miss the fun things sometimes.” One of his hands slid carefully underneath my panties just above my left hip. It went around and grasped my ass. His nails dragged slowly across the tender skin. I moaned without thought and crossed my legs in a desperate attempt to satisfy the pressure building my core. Once again Sam’s hand flew between my knees and pried them apart. “Not so fast. I told you. If you go too fast, you’ll miss it.”
“Sam, please…”
“Please what?”
“Fuck me.” I sighed into his pillow, breathing in his oaky smell once again felt delicious.
“Maybe.” His hand moved to my mound and started with light pressure. “Tell me a story, Y/N. The better the story, the better you’ll feel.” He tempted.
“A story? I don’t… I don’t think I can think of story right now.” I laughed. He shifted so his face was just below my navel. His breath blew hot across my stomach.
“Tell me about how you lost your virginity.” His thumb made slow purposeful motions, egging me on.
“Uh… um. It’s not a good one.” I laughed in breathy huffs. “It was Prom NIGHT.” His had had added additional pressure and I had inadvertently squealed. He hushed me but then continued his light ministrations. “I had gone with a friend. I felt like he sort of liked me, but I wasn’t sure. Until the party we went to after Prom.”
“Sounds interesting. Tell me more.” His thumb started moving faster as I spoke.
“It was at our friend Jessica’s house. He walked in on me changing out of my dress and he decided to tell me he had a crush on me since second grade.”
“Oh, very Hallmark. What happened next?”
“I mean, we kissed, and he pulled out a condom. He asked if this is what I wanted. I told him it was okay.” Sam’s pressure and pace became insistent. “He put the condom on and came as soon as he was inside of me.” Suddenly Sam’s hand stopped, and he looked at me. “What? I told you it wasn’t a good story.”
“You’re a virgin.”
“No, I’m not. I just told you…” He interrupted me.
“Has anyone ever made you come?”
“I mean, I masturbate.”
“Not what I asked. Have you ever come with another person?”
“No. I guess not.” I pushed up out of the sheets a bit. I was scared. He was going to reject me. I had crawled into bed with a stranger and now he was gonna turn me away. I bit down my anxiety and asked him, “Is that an issue?”
“No. Is it an issue for you? I mean, are you, um ‘saving yourself’ or something?”
“Hell no. I wouldn’t have kissed you if that was true.”
“Well good, because now that I know no one has ever made you come. I want to make you come. A lot.” His eyes had gone from sincere to devilish in a heartbeat.
“Okay. Then do it.” I smirked back at him. His hand hooked my underwear and in a smooth motion he pulled it off me.
“Ready?” Before I could reply, he lunged, and his fingers found my core. I almost cried out, but I bit into the pillow. “Hmm, all I was doing was playing with you and yet you are so wet. Fuck.” He was breathless as his fingers curled into my g spot over and over again and his thumb tapped my clit. I started bucking against his hand, his other hand pushed me down.
“Sam, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”
“So soon?” He laughed. “Go ahead.” I released in a giant sigh. He held his hand against my sex as I recovered. “Well, that looked like was a good one. How do you feel?”
“Amazing. What about you?” I looked down and saw a tell-tale peak in his grey sweatpants.
“I can wait.” He shrugged.
“I want to repay you though.” I giggled.
“Eventually.” He pushed my shoulders back against the bed and shimmied down again. He grabbed my legs behind the knees and pulled me to the end of the bed. He kneeled on the ground at the foot of the bed and nestled his head between my legs. His mouth covered my sex, and his tongue found my clitoris. Once again, the urge to shout out caught me off guard. He started slow but the warmth was overwhelming. I was writhing in the sheets as he worked, a few short minutes later I finished once again. This time the orgasm caught me by surprise and my legs flew together. Sam sat back on his heels looking very accomplished.
“Can I fuck you know?” I huffed.
“I think so.” He stood up and I scrambled on to my knees to meet his mouth with mine. We fought for breath as we were consumed with the heat of each other. Finally, we broke apart and he laid back down into the bed. I moved beside him and shuffled his sweatpants down his legs. He smiled as he watched me take him in. Sam was impressive, in every way. He reached into his nightstand and fished out a silver packet and worked on condom onto his length.
“So how does this compare to prom night?” He barked out a laugh as he guided me to straddle him.
“There is no comparison.” I lowered myself onto him and moaned as I slowly adjusted to his cock. I slowly started to move, working in smooth motions.
“Y/N…” My name slipping out of his mouth sounded delicious, so I kissed him again and moved to a slightly different angle. His hips started to thrust underneath us, making me gasp against his lips. He pulled out of me and shifted us onto our sides. He lifted one of my legs up and fucked me from behind. The sideways fucking always looked awkward in the scenes I had watched but now, being here, being fucked in the position myself. It was incredible.
“Y/N, are you close?” I could hear the strained concentration in his voice. He wanted me to come one more time before he was finished.
“Almost. Almost.” His hand flew to my center again and he played with my clit, the added pressure made the coil inside of me wind tight. I was ready to burst.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I felt Sam twitching inside of me, the movement tipped me over the edge. We came together in one glorious sweaty and swearing heap. We laid there for a moment as we recovered. Eventually I turned over and looked in his eyes. The look was one of adoration and pride. “How are you feeling?”
“Good. Really good.” I chuckled. “You?”
“You are something, Y/N. Usually I can hold it together a bit longer. But you,” he kissed me again, “are something else.” He looked over my shoulder and sighed. “Well, I’m glad you decided to sleep on the plane. We should probably get you in the shower.” I rolled over. The clock read 6:04 AM and through the window I could see that it had started to snow. I muttered an obscenity. All I wanted to do was lay here with Sam, fuck all day and then cuddle into a big pile of blankets. Sam seemed to read my mind and planted another heavy and hot kiss on my lips.
“Come on. I’ll get the water ready.” He got up and left to go to the bathroom. I heard the tap turn on and I followed him across the hall. He washed my hair and used a soft washcloth to clean my back and nap of my neck. We started kissing again and before I knew it, we were at it again. This time faster, hurried. I sighed as he came against my leg in the running water. We cleaned up again as the water started to run cold. Suddenly both of us seemed to remember I had a plane to catch. We ran back into Sam’s room and got dressed. Hair still wet and in a towel, we climbed into my car at ten to seven. We came to a screeching halt at the door to the terminal, Sam had put his number in my phone and promised to pick me up when I got back. I grabbed my bag and threw the towel in the back seat.
“Wait.” He climbed out of the driver’s side and came out to the sidewalk.
“What, Sam?” He grabbed me around the waist and kissed me deep. I walked away chilled from the cold air and wet hair but shivering from the memory of his touch.
“Don’t forget to text me.” He smiled.
By a miracle, I made it to the gate right before they closed the doors. On the plane, I combed my hair and then fell asleep. Too soon I was awoken by wheels touching down at my destination.
My Mother was less than pleased when she saw my disheveled state upon arrival. She lectured me all the way home about how “air travel used to be a luxury.”
Winter break passed in an expected state of blur of traditions and awkward family gatherings. However, when I could sneak away into another room or go to bed Sam’s words were there reminding me what naughty things were waiting for me back at school. At the beginning of January, I bid my family goodbye and told them I looked forward to seeing them all in May once I had graduated. I texted Sam when I touched down and the ride back to his place was filled with heady excitement.
“Invite me inside.” I pressed a kiss against his lips and he returned it happily but pulled away too soon.
“I can’t. My Dad was kinda pissed. We woke him up apparently.” I blushed.
“Well, come over to my place then.”
“I want to. I really do. But I agreed to this TA gig at the last minute and I’m nowhere near prepared for it. Let’s get dinner sometime this week. Friday?”
“Sounds like a date.” We kissed again, until we were interrupted by a loud throat being cleared.
“Sorry, Dad.” I looked around Sam only to realize I was looking at the scariest Head of Anthropology professor at the University.
“Sorry, Professor Winchester.”
“Ms. L/N.” He looked at me, “Sam.” He looked at Sam. “Better be heading home. I hear it’s supposed to snow again tonight.”
“Yes, sir.” I smiled meekly at Sam and whispered, “Friday. Text me the details.”
I got back to my apartment and set my bag down. Meg walked out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee.
“Welcome back. Sorry about, ya know.” She gestured vaguely with her coffee. “I had a girl over.”
“I figured.” I snorted.
“Well, she kinda explained to me it was a dick move to lock you out the night before your flight home. I’m also trying out my New Year’s Resolution of not being an asshole. So how was vacation?”
I nodded approvingly, someone was finally changing Meg for the better. That was a surprise. “Shitty. You know my folks.”
“Yeah… So where did you end up staying the night before your flight?” She sipped her coffee and I blushed.
“I went home with this guy from that party at Charlie and Cas’s place.”
“Oh yeah, I heard about that. So who’s the guy?”
“His name is Sam.”
“Did you guys bone?”
“Meg! None of your business.”
“So you boned. Got it.” She sipped her coffee again. “Wait a sec. Sam. Sam Winchester? The grad student?”
“Yeah. I had his dad for an anthropology class last year. It was mortifying seeing him this morning.” I pulled my bag into my room and started unpacking.
“Don’t you have that thesis class with Metler this semester?”
“Yeah. I heard it’s easy though. His TA’s run it.”
“Yeah. Yeah, they do.” She started laughing.
“What?”
“Oh nothing. Don’t mind me. I gotta run.” She downed her coffee and set her empty cup on the table in the kitchen sink as she shrugged on her coat. “I have, uh… dinner with that girl from before break.”
“Good for you, Meg. Have a good night.” I watched her carefully as she walked to the front door.
“Oh. You too, Y/N.” She laughed again. “You too.” She shut the door behind her. I didn’t like the sound, she was hiding something. But then again, maybe this girl was being a good influence on her.
Classes started on a snowy January morning a few days later. I had a ten AM lab, lunch, and then my capstone class. I rolled into the lecture hall a few minutes early and started to pull out my computer and books. I recognized a few faces and we grouped together. We discussed how we spent our breaks, what we got for Christmas, and reveled in the fact that this was the end of senior year. It was a good time until the tenured Professor walked in with all the disinterest he could muster.
“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Professor Rufus Metler and I will be your guide through your final semester of your senior year. The syllabus is found in your student portals for this class, and I assume you have read through them at this point. This class will help you…” Metler had turned his back and started writing on the board. He rattled on about the finer points and merits of his class then turned his attention to the front row.
“As you know, I tend to be very busy in the spring semester with my other classes and so I will often ask my Teaching Assistants to step in. This semester, if you have any questions about the class content, please first contact Ms. Joy Okoyko,” a short woman with long black hair stood and waved to the class, “or Mr. Sam Winchester.” My breath caught in my chest. Sam looked different with his neat hair and sweater and slacks combo rather than in his grey-sweatpants-look I chose to remember him by.
“Thank you to Mr. Winchester for stepping in at the last moment. Our studies are not his chosen field, but he has graciously offered to help. With that out of the way…” Metler’s voice faded away as Sam made eye contact with me.
Suddenly Meg’s laughter made sense. I had slept with my TA.
So I’ve had this blog marked as NSFW for a while, so I’m sure these stories are on the chopping block. While this makes me incredibly sad that all the work I put into these fictions will soon just be storage on my computer, I’m happy they have made any of you happy.
I will consider the option of moving to another site, I’m also considering perhaps retiring.
In the meantime, if you would like a PDF of any of your favorite stories, please message me with an email address and I will be happy to send it to you.
Story: The reader is a new bartender and of all the gin joints, Sam walked into hers.
Characters: Sam x Reader
Warnings: Drunk idiots, oral sex, penetrative sex, masturbation, rough sex, light dirty talk, safe sex, and one night stand stuff. Fun.
Word Count: 2452
Author’s note: I found this one just sitting like 90% done in my smut files. Sorry I didn’t post it sooner.
It was a quiet night and I was left to tend bar for the first time in my life by myself. Probably for the best. Over the foam of a hastily poured beer I watched a new patron come in and I knew he was gonna be the good kind of trouble. I had promised myself that I wouldn’t narrate my life like a noir film, but this one time was the exception. He was tall and lean with flowing hair to his chin. He wore a suit that said business and a grimace that said it hadn’t gone well. He sat himself a few stools down and I rounded over to him.
“What can I get you?” I said, placing a coaster on the bar in front of him.
“Whiskey neat, please.” I nodded and reached down the well in front of me to prepare his drink. Ice, water, whiskey. Easy drinking. “And a beer.” He said as I set that down in front of him.
“Rough day?” I smirked as I pulled back on the tap handle.
“Disagreement with my partner.”
“Money or people?”
“What?” He looked perplexed at the follow up.
“Most business guys around here that come in needing a drink as bad as you seem to, someone made a decision that affected money or people.” His eyes followed me back to the spot in front of him as I placed the amber bubbly liquid on the bar next to his now almost empty whiskey. “So, which is it? Money or people?”
“People, I guess.” He finished the whiskey and pushed the glass back towards me. “The decision my partner made,” he paused, thinking over his next words. “The decision my partner made put people in danger. I, obviously, disagreed with that. We fought. Now I’m here.” He took a drink of his beer with a look I knew meant, ‘and that’s all I’m gonna say about that’. I nodded my head to show him I understood.
“That does sound rough. Good thing there’s alcohol.” I laughed. He chuckled at the bad joke.
“(Y/N)! Another pitcher over here, hun!” There were three guys at a table on the other side of the bar. I hated leaving from behind the bar when I was by myself. It wasn’t good practice in general, but a single female in a room full of increasingly drunk guys was not a great idea.
“Excuse me.” I nodded to the man at the bar. I pulled another plastic promotional pitcher from the cabinet and filled it with the corresponding brew. “Come get it, Mitch.” I hollered to the man who called me.
“Just bring it here. It’s five steps.” I grimaced but ducked under the door that separated the bar from the bar room and took the pitcher to the table. I deposited the new pitcher in front of the men and picked up the empty and started back towards the bar when a hand landed on my wrist.
“Sit down and have a drink with us, (Y/N).” Mitch slurred.
“No thanks, guys. Can’t drink on the job, plus I have other tabs open.”
“No need to be rude. Just one beer. Hell, half a glass. We’ll share.” One of Mitch’s buddies with a trucker hat rang in. I wrenched my hand out of Mitch’s grip.
“No thank you.” I walked back to the bar. Cursing the loss of what otherwise would have been a decent tip.
“Fucking bitch.” I swallowed my retort to the curse thrown at my back as I ducked back under the bar. I was so angry my hands were shaking. I threw the empty pitcher in my wash sink a little too hard and got sanitizer fluid all up the front of my shirt.
“Wet shirt contest!” Mitch’s obnoxious trucker hat friend yelled. The three men laughed at their own joke and I opened my mouth to retort when the tall man at the bar suddenly stood up. He shot me a look I didn’t quite understand and then with a flick of his long coat he went over to the table of idiots. I couldn’t hear what he was saying to them, even in the quiet room. But when he withdrew from the table and coolly walked back to his spot at the bar, all three men looked like they had seen a ghost. They all pushed back from their table quickly. Mitch hesitantly approached the bar, glancing sideways at the man at the bar. He doled out twice the amount he owed on his tab, telling me to keep the change. As he turned to leave, the man at the bar cleared his throat audibly and Mitch stopped in his tracks.
“(Y/N), I apologize for me and my friends’ behavior. It was uncalled for and inappropriate. We are leaving now and will not disturb you anymore.” With that he shot one last scared look at the tall man and scurried, yes, scurried out the door of the bar.
“What did you say to them?”
“Just what needed to be said.”
“Thank you. Honestly, they come in here, every Thursday night and just order pitcher after pitcher until they are unbearable. I’m (Y/N). I mean, you know that, but what’s your name?”
“Sam.” He smiled at me.
“Well, Sam, I owe you a drink. Another whiskey?”
“Just a beer.” And so for the next few hours, Sam and I talked. Eventually my other two patrons left, and it was just Sam. I got a Tom Collins glass out and poured myself an old fashioned.
“I thought you weren’t allowed to drink on the job?” Sam joked. His demeanor had changed greatly in the last hour. He’d even shrugged off his coat and loosened the tie around his neck.
“I’m not on the clock anymore, Sam. Bar closed 15 minutes ago.”
“And here I was going to ask you when your shift ended.” His eyes looked hard into mine. Looking for any sign of response. I drank my old fashioned quickly for the courage to reply.
“Really? I was just going to suggest you should come over to my apartment and spend the night away from that partner of yours.” His lips parted, surprise taking both of us.
“That sounds like a good idea.” He said. “Barkeep, I think I need my tab.” He threw down some cash and I tidied up the bar quickly. We walked out into the dark parking lot and I locked the door behind me. I took Sam’s hand after I pocketed the keys and led him across the street to a small apartment complex. It was less than five minutes from door to door, but I was in a hurry. I fumbled for my house keys when I got to the door and yanked the door open anxiously.
“Nice place you have here.” Sam said as he walked through the door, ducking a little as the doorframe was about as tall as him.
“Yeah, I’ve lived across from Lucky’s for a while. I got a job there just a few weeks ago though. Commute is nice. I hardly pay anything for gas.” I closed and locked the door behind him and immediately started shedding my coat and apron.
“That sounds nice,” he said distractedly. He shrugged out of his over coat and jacket in one, staring at me. Trying his best to stay focused on the small talk as layers were burning against our skin. “Sounds like a really nice perk.”
“Not as nice as this.” I closed the space between us and our lips crashed into each other. It was insistent and fierce. His hands found my hips and his fingers played underneath my top as my hands sought the buttons of his shirt. When we came up for air we were hungrier than ever, now wanting nothing between us.
“Bedroom?” Sam panted.
“This way.” We half-sprinted down the hallway to my room. I stopped in front of the bed and started to unbutton and shimmy out of my jeans. He followed suit and finally lost his shirt. His shoes when flying and my top baring the ‘Lucky’s’ logo went tumbling with them. It was a frantic pace between our undressing and then getting caught up in the new nakedness of each other. I stopped and ran my hands along his chest. The boy was built better than I ever could have guessed. His hands found my ass, now only scantily clad with rosy colored briefs. He lifted me onto the bed and stripped his slacks off. I could see his erection prodding behind the boxers and for the first time I had doubts. He looked huge from even the vague outline I could see.
“Condoms?” He stopped and took a few deep breaths. I nodded and pulled open the bottom drawer on my night stand.
“This one should work for you.” I tossed him a silver foil packet. He laughed at the ‘magnum’ in his hand. I winked at him. I unfastened my bra and threw it to the floor allowing my breasts to be free. I wanted to cover them under his gaze, it was so intense. He was quiet for a moment and then he moved forward onto the bed and placed his hand on my breast. His hand was so cold a shock went through my body, but he covered my gasp with another kiss. He didn’t pull away the next time, instead he started moving down my body. His lips found the dip between my neck and my shoulder and his teeth and tongue sent shivers up and down my spine.
As fast as we were earlier, he was slow now and I felt my center get hot and eventually wet until I was dripping. His mouth and fingers had only touched my breasts and above and I was a panting mess. “Sam. I’m ready. Please, Sam.” I felt a low chuckle rumble through his chest. He removed himself from me, standing so he could shed his one last layer. When his boxers fell, I giggled. “Wow.” He blushed. It took him only a moment to get the condom on, but my body twitched with excitement.
He resumed his position over me and carefully removed my underwear and threw them against the closet door in the corner of the room. He covered my mouth again with his as he teased my entrance with his cock. I was nearly panting with need for him but before I could open my mouth to beg him, he pressed into me. The only noise I made was a squeal so high pitched it didn’t even leave my throat because the feeling was electric. Even Sam let out a moan that urged me on further. His hips started to buck and I became a panting, swearing, screaming mess. “Sam, oh my fuck! Ah Sam, yes! There, there, oh hell yes, there. Thank you! Ah!” He grunted and replied every once in awhile calling out my name when he too was experiencing what I was. We sat up at one point and I bounced in his lap, his hand found my clit then and the end came fast after that for me. I stopped for a moment to catch my breath but started again so he could finish. I pushed him onto his back and rode his cock. His hands flew to my breasts once more and he called my name as he too finished.
I rolled off him and quickly finished my next orgasm by myself. Keeping eye contact with Sam as my hand danced across my clit, again chanting his name. I fell next to him in the bed and he continued to kiss and suck my neck as we laid there. To my surprise, Sam declared that he was ready to go again a few minutes later. I found him another condom, this time, ribbed for my pleasure.
He was slightly rougher on the second go, his teeth nipping and biting at the sensitive flesh of my breasts and thighs. His head sat firmly between my legs, writing the alphabet with his tongue on my mound. His hands grabbing my legs, so I couldn’t so much as twitch in his grasp. When he was satisfied with his work, he turned me over and brought my ass into the air, so he could fuck me from behind.
His words turned dirty and the fever pitch in my abdomen grew again. “Do you like that?” He growled as he slammed inside me.
“Yes,” I squeaked, “oh, yes, thank you. Oh, Sam!”
“That’s right. Do you want to cum?”
“Yes, Sam. Oh, yes.”
“Cum, cum now.” I surprised myself by doing exactly that on cue. He followed behind me with an extended grunt. We both laughed when we fell next to each other this time.
“How’s that rough day going for you, Sam?” I said after a while.
“Better now.” He grinned as he traced little circles on my back with his fingers.
“That’s good.” I chuckled. “You should have your partner come pick you up tomorrow.” He looked at me, curiously.
“What? I noticed you didn’t have a car in the parking lot. Show him what happens to people who make the right decisions.” He smiled broadly and kissed me deeply. I turned so we slept face to face that night. Sam held me close as though the warmth was something he needed viciously.
In the morning a black sedan rolled into the parking space next to mine. I walked Sam out on to the front stoop and leaned up on tip toes to kiss him one last time before he left. I could read the lips of the man in the driver’s seat and between the cursing, I could tell he approved of his friend’s choice for overnight companionship. I waved at Sam as the car pulled away, growling away into the cool morning.
It was only when I walked inside that I realized I didn’t have his number. Something inside me broke a little at the thought of never seeing or sleeping with him again. I decided to help myself to a snack before heading back to bed. My shift didn’t start for another six hours. No need to be awake until then. It was after I closed the refrigerator door that I saw Sam’s business card stuffed behind a takeout menu taped to the surface. I smiled and turned it over. ‘Keep in touch.’ I tapped his number in my phone when I got back to my room and sent a quick text with my name. ‘Let me know if you get in another argument with your partner. XO’
Warnings: Masturbation, age difference, otherwise, pretty much the usual stuff.
Author’s note: Yeah, I swear I’ll get better at the consistency thing, but please enjoy in the meantime.
“Nope, I’m not hearing it, you two.” John Winchester threw one room key at Dean. “Y/N is staying in my room because I don’t trust the three of you alone. Not after what you pulled in Tallahassee.” I blushed.
We were just trying to sneak Sam into a bar. Dean and I made it past the bouncer, he with his blazing confidence and me with my low-cut blouse, they couldn’t care that we were only twenty. Sammy was six foot something at the young age of 16, we told him to just give the bouncer his fake ID and say as little as possible as his voice was still prone to cracking. But Sam choked, literally, causing all our ID’s to come into question, the bar called the police and the police upon recognizing Dean, called John. Thankfully, John had established himself as an FBI agent with the local PD a few weeks earlier working a case and he came and picked us up. He proceeded to give us a promised ass chewing, including pulling me aside and threatening to send me home if I was only going to prove to be a distraction to them all.
John bid his sons a final good night and unlocked the room I would be sharing with him. I waved to the guys, grimacing. They opened their door a few rooms down. I followed John into our room, I was surprised to see only one bed. “Couch supposedly folds out. I’ll take that. Last rooms were kings only. Sorry.” He rubbed the spot between his eyes. I threw my rucksack next to the nightstand and fished my toothbrush and night shorts out and headed to the bathroom. John had shrugged out of his coat, collapsed on the dilapidated couch and was pulling off his boots. This was a short stop. We’d been driving for fourteen hours today and we had another eight to ten in front of us still, so we decided to stop at a motel instead of sleeping in the Impala.
I was rinsing my mouth out when I heard John cursing. I came out in my shorts and tattered shirt that had just been under my sweater that day. The couch’s folding bed was stuck at an awkward and obviously broken angle. “Help me try to get this thing out.” I did as he asked but even with both of us tugging it became obvious the couch was not going to be occupiable in any way.
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take the floor tonight.” I said.
“No, no. I can’t do that to you. I’ll sleep in the Impala.”
“That’s ridiculous. We got the motel so nobody had to sleep in the car. Why don’t we just share the bed?” His head snapped up. “What? We’re just going to be sleeping. Right?”
“Yeah. Absolutely, you’re right. I’m just gonna go get cleaned up.” He grabbed his shower kit from his bag and closed the bathroom door behind him. The water for the shower turned on as I threw back the covers on the bed and claimed the side next to my rucksack. I tried to make myself comfortable for a few minutes, but the bed was obviously the same quality as the couch. I flopped over the side to search for my book I’d been reading that day. I went to pull it out of my bag, but it was caught on something, so I jerked the book free from the bag only to send my box of condoms flying. My breath suddenly caught in my chest. There were twenty rubbers in red wrappers strewn about the floor and my side of the bed. As I stared, aghast, I was acutely aware that at that very moment the shower water had stopped. I scurried out of bed to clean up the spilled packets. I had just stuffed the very last of them back into my bag when John reemerged from the bathroom.
“There. No more old man smell.” He grinned. I laughed a little too hard at his joke. “Anyway. Better hit the hay. Another long drive ahead of us.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” I pulled back the sheets again and laid down, facing away from him. “Goodnight, John.”
“Goodnight, Y/N.” He sounded a little wary but started to turn off all the lights in the room. I could feel the covers turn away from his side of the bed and I was sure I imagined it as he hesitated for a moment before he laid down too. He turned off his bedside light and turned over a few times before growing still.
I closed my eyes and in my tired state my mind started to wander as the pull of sleep started to drag me down. Without my consciousness agreeing to it, my mind was suddenly assaulted by the uses I had intended those condoms for. I had bought the box when I first met Dean and as John had usually had the “kids” roomed together, I thought it was only a matter of time until Dean and I had a spare moment together without the little brother. I had opened the box one night when Sam had gotten in a fight with John and needed to go for a walk. I had wanted to get Dean alone then, but before I could say a word, Dean had thrown on his coat and had gone out after Sam. Leaving me, alone and horny, with the eldest Winchester just one room over. That’s when I had first thought about John.
He had an undeniable authority to him I found irresistible to fantasize about. Unfortunately, the boys had come wobbling back with a half full bottle of whiskey by the time I had gathered the courage to knock on John’s door. Then came the comment about being a distraction to them all just a few weeks ago. I had been mulling over his words carefully, and while my waking mind had decided he meant it in a fatherly way, my unconscious mind was associating some not so innocent sounds with those words now.
But the sounds weren’t in my head. I was waking slowly and there was a noise close to me. A soft moaning and quietly, my name. “Y/N.” My eyes opened. I was facing the wall and the bed was bouncing slightly beneath me as John’s scratchy voice continued to hum in pleasure. The soft sound of skin slipping on skin under a blanket was distinguishable beyond John’s words. Occasionally dotted with my name. My breath caught in my chest as I found that the longer I listened the more I was aroused by his words. “Yes, oh yes, Y/N. So perfect.” My mind went racing. I had to say something. I’d never have the chance again if I didn’t take it now.
“John?” I said carefully as I rolled over. He froze, literally caught with his dick in his hand and my name on his lips.
“Y/N. I’m sorry, I… um… I don’t.”
“Then don’t.” I had no idea where the bravery in my voice had materialized from. I sat up and stripped my shirt off. His brow furrowed in confusion and then all at once he understood my consent. I rolled over to him and looked into his eyes and lowered my lips almost to his, waiting for him to close the distance. He did. He leaned up slightly and his hand found my face in the darkness. My bare chest touched his and his kiss became intense and insistent. I was the water to his man in the desert and I was ready to satisfy that thirst. My legs swung over his chest as I continued to attempt to touch as much of him as I possibly could. His hands drifted to my waist where he raised goosebumps where ever his hands landed. His fingers ran up my sides, up over my shoulder blades to my neck where he gently used this leverage to pull my face from his, so he could look into my eyes in the darkness.
I smiled at him, assuring him I wasn’t a dream or, worse, forcing this. He grinned back, I took one of his hands from my neck and placed it on my breast as I rocked back slightly. He sighed heavily as the feel of my fully clothed ass touched his bare erection softly. I grinded against his Adonis belt as my breath started to hitch. Both of his hands had found my breasts at this point and his thumbs were swirling careful circles around their tender points. I leaned down and kissed him again, this time when I pulled away I whispered, “I think we might need a condom.”
“Funny you should mention that.” Even in the low light I could see he held up a familiar red foil wrapper. I gasped in shock. “So, it is yours. That’s a relief.” He growled.
“Where did you get that?” I sat up, suddenly embarrassed. Even though I was topless and sitting on top of a man who was twice my age who was ready to fuck me.
“It was under the covers when I pulled back the blankets. I was worried you had seen it. But as I thought about it, I started thinking about you.” He opened the wrapper and pulled the condom out. He looked at me, indicating with a simple look, that if I wanted him to put it on I’d have to move. I did. “I thought about the possibilities of what might have happened if you and I had seen it.” He pinched the tip and rolled it down his cock as I sat there, lips parted, simply watching and listening to him narrate his excuse. “And I thought of how beautiful you were, how you looked without a bra on underneath that shirt. Yes, I could tell.” He got up and pushed his boxers the rest of the way off his thighs. My eyes were now adjusted to the darkness, so seeing him by the dim light of the street lamp that shown around the window curtain was like seeing him clear as day. “And these shorts,” his hands fell on the offending garment as he started to pull them off me in quick decisive movements. “Much too short to be sharing a bed with anyone. I hope you make my sons share a bed.”
“One of them usually takes the floor.” I giggled as he threw them into the darkness.
“Good girl.” He praised as he climbed back into bed. He pinned me against the headboard and buried me in another kiss. Grasping me around the middle, feeling my entire body under his. I could feel how the excitement of this control worked in him.
“I guess I know what you mean by distraction now.” I gasped as he let me go again.
“Caught that, did you?”
“How many times have you thought of me?” I asked as he retreated into the darkness, his hands finding my core for the first time since I’d woken up.
“Honestly, too many to count. But probably the first time was after I worked a job with you.” His fingers were now teasing my entrance, playing with my clit, hoping for my words to stop.
“Right, that changling-ahhh!” His fingers dove into me and started working my sensitive flesh. I was panting too quickly, grasping the sheets as John’s deft fingers found my center over and over until I was ready to fall apart. He stopped right before I came and replaced his fingers with his mouth and finished my orgasm with his tongue on my clit. I almost screamed his name but had the better sense to bite my lip.
“Honestly, you were just eighteen and already I could tell would be a force unlike any other.” He pulled me down flat on the bed as I recovered from the first one and propped one of my legs over his shoulder, so he could gain better access to my drenched cunt. He slid into me before I knew he was there and I cried out in surprise. My eyes rolled back in my head as he fucked me quickly. His hand flew to my breast again, “So fucking perfect,” he grunted. I could feel him twitching inside me, he was ready to burst.
“Oh, John, yes! Yes. Amazing. Ah, yes, JOHN!” I yelled out as I came again. My insistence pulled him down with me. He put my leg down and collapsed on top of me. He couldn’t stop laying small kisses on my collarbones as we both recovered. “That was amazing.” I gasped as he finally pulled out of me sometime later.
“You are incredible.” He sighed sleepily. “I’m happy I broke that couch.” He laughed.
“I’m rooming with you from now on.” I yawned. “Best roommate ever.” He threw a heavy but reassuring arm over me with a blanket.
When we woke the next morning, there was some awkwardness with finding pants and packing clothes in the correct ruck sacks. I brushed my hair twice, fearful that the boys would know. But the drive that day was uneventful. If Sam and Dean knew anything about the night I had just spent with their father they were wise enough to not say anything. The next night when, again, John ruled that I would be spending the night in his room, on the opposite side of the motel, this time purposefully in a king room with no pull-out couch, I wasn’t so disappointed.
Imagine having lots of tattoos but they are usually covered up but after a rough hunt Sam has to stitch you up and sees your tattoos. Who would’ve thought Sam Winchester has a tattoo kink.
