Sam Winchester Smut

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[impala-dreamer]

Crime & Punishment Masterlist

~Y/N breaks one of her biggest rules while in bed with her Sir, and Sam has no choice but to punish her. Luckily for them both, his punishments tend to lean towards the more creative and…exciting.~

Dom!Sam x sub!Reader, Curious!Dean x sub!Reader

NSFW. True Life D/s relationship. Edging. Orgasm Denial. Fluff.

13,870 Words - 8 Chapters

Chapters: One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~ Five ~ Six ~ Seven ~ Eight

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Such a short but good series!! Love it❤️

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Risky.

Pairing : Sam, Dean x Reader (established relationship)

Word count :   2,002

Written for : @spnkinkbingo​

Square : Pregnancy kink.

Warnings : Pregnancy kink, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Sex, Come play

Beta’d by : @impala-dreamer​​

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He can remember the exact moment it changed for him. Sometime after the pregnancy was announced, after the drinks of celebration had finally died down and the panic of how an infant would do in the bunker began to rear its ugly head, you had walked in, stomach getting bigger by the day and Sam noticed. Fuck, did Sam notice.

He was sitting at the table in the kitchen, coffee and breakfast in front of him, when you walked in, the t-shirt you wore often now stretching over the bump. A soft ‘Morning, Sam’ mumbled his way as you headed for the fridge and he felt the stir deep in his loins that he’d been feeling more and more often as you grew.

“Morning.” His left hand disappearing under the table, left leg shifting higher as if that would hide anything as he gripped himself through his jeans.

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Controlled & Submissive

~Sam needs to relax for a bit while on a tough case and you’re going to help, even if you don’t really remember afterwards…~

Sam x Reader

2,007 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Dom!Sam, sub!Reader, Erotic Hypnosis, Oral, Sexual Adult Things.

A/N: This will stand as my Mind Control square on @spnkinkbingo​ 2020. Hope you all enjoy ;)

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There’s a twinkle in his eye and a grin on his pink lips. He lifts his hand from his knee and turns his palm, crooking a long finger towards you.

You know what he wants.

He doesn’t have to speak anymore.

You stand up from the bed and walk to him, bare feet padding over the dense brown carpet, head slightly bowed, hands clasped in front of you.

Sam holds up his hand, flat, palm towards you and you halt, stopping where you are, only a few feet away from him. Pride swells in his eyes as you wait patiently, your focus on his fingers, naked body perfectly on display. He spends a long moment staring, hazel eyes drifting over your flesh, his flesh, you belong to him now completely. There’s no you anymore, there’s only Sam’s property. You have given yourself to him and there’s no turning back. You’re forever his slave. His lover. His toy.

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Tear You Apart

Summary: Usually the submissive, Y/N swaps roles with her Dom Sam for a night.

Characters: Sub!Sam x Dom!Reader/Dom!Sam x Sub!Reader.

Words: 3001.

Warnings: dom/sub relationship, wax play, bondage, unprotected sex, rough sex.

A/N: This is an adaptation of something I wrote a long time ago in another fandom because I love the idea of Sam being a dom okay? And I probably haven’t conveyed it all that well but I’m so past the technicalities. I just wanna say a small thanks to @crispychrissy for reading some of this over for me, I really appreciate your input. Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden.

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You straddle Sam, restraints in your left hand ready to tie his right to the headboard. You’re nervous because he’s usually the one doing the dominating while you take the brunt of his sexual torture but this time, Sam has become the submissive. He’s spreadeagled on the bed, his hands and ankles tied firmly to the bedposts; not tight enough to cut off the blood supply but tight enough that it sends a jolt of pain rushing through him any time he moves.

Pain is what gets you off and boy does Sam Winchester know how to fucking get you there. The bruises and scratches in several different stages of recovery dot your body, the deluge of blues and purples cause your skin to look almost waxy against Sam’s tanned healthy glow sandwiched between your thighs. You gaze down at the monster beneath you, a giant of a man who can possess and conquer your body in ways you’d only imagined before he stumbled into your bar, bleeding from a fight with whatever the hell he and his brother Dean had been hunting.

You never believed this kind of brutality from the man who cried on your shoulder watching The Notebook but life’s full of surprises and Sam’s demonic side was one of them. At first he was gentle but the more you explored each other’s bodies and limits, you discovered his thirst for domination and he became privy to the fact you ached, cried out to be controlled. It helped that Sam was twice your size, towering over you like a skyscraper waiting to rip your next cluster of orgasms from your eager cunt.

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Unholy

Summary: One night after an argument with Dean, Y/N’s hidden demonic nature leads her to sneak into their hotel room while Dean sleeps and gives Sam the ride of his life.

Characters: DemonBlood!Sam x Demon!Reader.

Words: 1339.

Warnings: blood consumption, mentions of rough sex, knife play.

A/N:  Pretty much inspired by GIF featured and canon is a little rusty but fuck it, this is just to satisfy my thirsty ass. Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden.

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“Sssh Sammy, we don’t wanna wake Dean.” You whisper, placing your finger over his lips as your eyes flicker beside you to look over to his sleeping brother.

Your knee is only centimetres from Dean’s back and you have to try and keep your movements as minimal as possible while you sink down entirely over Sam’s hard length. Despite your attempts to quieten him you struggle to hold in a groan as he rolls his hips, furthering his depth inside your pussy. Placing your hands on his chest, you lift yourself and begin to pump up and down, each slow rock emitting a silent whimper from your lips as Sam’s eyes close in delight.

“That feel good baby?” You purr.

His hand drops to the pillow beside him, his other tightly gripping your hip to keep you steady.

“Y—es.” Sam replies breathlessly, his top lip curling up to bare his teeth as he smiles, his eyebrows raising momentarily to match it.

The name Sam Winchester intrigued you for months, even years before the Devil’s Gate burst open and when it did, you purposely sought the owner of the name out. You had to know him; the enigma that was Azazel’s protege. What kind of human could possibly cause a demon to admire them so? 

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Impatience

Summary: Y/N and Sam are holed up in the bunker together and while Sam is intent on researching, Y/N wants to have a little fun.

Characters: Sam x Reader.

Words: 1698.

Warnings: female masturbation, much smut.

A/N: Inspired by a scene in S13E03 “Patience” where Sam watches Jack in another room via his laptop within the bunker and my mind went wild. I’m a Dean girl but my love for any kind of Sam where he’s bad honestly makes me weak in the knees. Little dedication to my wonderful friend @letsby who is not only a low key lover of nasty Sam too but her kind words of wisdom and encouragement keep me going. This is my first Supernatural fic so be nice. Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden.

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You huff loudly folding your arms across your chest as Sam buries his head into yet another book. You’ve both been holed up in the bunker for a week while Dean hunts for whatever is out there trying to kill you and Sam researches what exactly the monster is and how to exterminate it. The isolation, the lack of contact with the outside world is killing you and Sam’s ignorance at your growing frustration is the last in the long line of things that is pissing you off. You’ve given up trying to find answers but Sam is determined to see it through to the end. 

“Sam, please can we take a break?” You shift in your seat, the legs of the chair scraping across the wooden floor.

“Yeah, give me five minutes.” He says blasé not looking up from the page he’s reading. 

“Christ you said that five minutes ago.” You sigh pulling yourself to your feet as you step away from the table. “I’m gonna get a beer.” 

You leave the room and reach the kitchen pulling one of Dean’s beers from the fridge. You twist the lid open, throwing it across the room in anger as it pings off the windowsill and falls to the floor. You just want five minutes with Sam without the fear of whatever it is hunting you clouding his mind but he seemingly can’t even give you that. You love the bones of the man sat in the room next to you but his obsession with your predator is bordering on unhealthy. You aren’t afraid, you know Dean will come through and hunt the fucker till it takes its last breath and brings its head home on a stake for you to marvel at. 

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A Few More Questions

SPN FanFic

~Y/N figured she was done talking to the Feds, but later that night she got a visit from the young, handsome agent who had just a few more questions.~

Soulless!Sam x Reader

3,616 Words 

Warnings: NSFW. Soulless, Dom!Sam. Sub!Reader. Sir!Kink. Hair pulling, spanking, restraints, oral sex, dirty talk, PWP,  3,616 Words of Smut. Proceed with caution.

A/N: Sam hath returned. A few prompts that were left for my Pick-a-Fic were rolled into this one. Including, restraints and Babysitter!Reader. Once again, be careful what you wish for.

The doorbell rang, startling Y/N, ripping her eyes away from her book. She looked at the clock, annoyed that someone was ringing the bell so late. She’d just gotten little Megan to bed not twenty minutes ago. With an award-winning eye roll, Y/N in curled her legs from the armchair and shuffled to the door. She peeked through the sidelight window and saw the handsome young FBI agent from that morning.

He and an old guy had been interviewing people in the neighborhood about some woman that had gone missing. Y/N hadn’t been very helpful, and she spent most of the questioning basking in the unabashed gaze of the young Fed.

She peered at him through the glass, excitement filling her system, wondering what he could possibly need from her now. He was tall, almost frighteningly so, with long hair that curled around his shirt collar, so long Y/N found it hard to believe that it was regulation. She’d never seen a Fed who looked like him, then again, she’d never seen a Fed off of television before.

Y/N swept the hair back from her face and adjusted her bra, fluffing her breasts before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

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A Dark & Stormy Night

SPN FanFic

~A summer storm has Y/N trapped in her motel room with a bottle of wine and a trashy romance novel. All is well until a stranger arrives needing her help.~

Sam x Reader

2,400 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Consensual NonCon Roleplay. Biting, Rough Sex, Spanking, Breath Play, Fluffy Finish.

A/N: This is to fulfill my “Breath Play” square for @spnkinkbingo KinkBingo ‘18! It is also a birthday gift for my darling @crispychrissy. I hope you like it!  Please Smut Responsibly ™

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Y/N sat quietly on the motel room bed, an old paperback novel clutched lovingly in her right hand, thumb and pinky holding open the creased pages. A plastic cup filled with cheap red wine graced her left hand, occasionally raising to her lips as she read through the airport romance.

Outside, the storm raged on, lighting the windows every few seconds, following the rolling thunder. The parking lot filled with deep puddles, trees swayed in the heavy gales.

Y/N jumped slightly when the lamp by the bed flickered, held her breath as a loud noise turned her ear towards the door.

Something was out there.

She waited a few seconds, eyes wide as she tried to see through the thin curtains, but there was nothing. A wine fueled hallucination, she decided, and happily took another big gulp.

Another flash of lightning caught her eye, and Y/N nearly screamed at the dark shadow that filled her window.

Someone was out there.

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Discoveries

Sam x Reader

Sam wants to try out a specific kink. He discovers one of yours instead.

Created for @spnkinkbingo Square filled: Cupping

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW smut, cupping, oral (F receiving,) semi public sex, dirty talkin’ Sam (my fav kind :) exhibitionism, 9.13 spoilers WC: 2249 On AO3 A/N: For @luci-in-trenchcoats 10K Challenge, inspired by Ep 9.13 “The Purge.” This took on a kinky mind of its own. Thanks to my sweet friend @atc74 for beta! 

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The halls of Canyon Valley Wellness Spa were eerily quiet now that all of the local cops and patients were gone. Once the fat sucking monster Marissa was headed straight to Peru, Dean proclaimed he was craving fish tacos. Sam waved him off, leaving the two of you alone in the bright, lavender scented oasis.

“You look really hot in this track suit,” you hummed as you ran your hands up under his soft monogrammed jacket, his sculpted muscles underneath the thin blue tank top. You hadn’t been alone together in over a week and now you had twenty acres all to yourselves.

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Mine

Title: Mine

On AO3

Square Filled: ABO Dynamics

Ship/Pairing: Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Rating: Explicit 

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, Mature, Explicit Smut, A/B/O dynamics, alcohol, cursing, knotting

Summary: Sam knows the Reader is his Omega. What will it take for her to admit he is her Alpha?

Word Count: 3363

Created for @spnkinkbingo. Also for @izawrites 6K Challenge, prompt is in bold. Also in honor of my 4K followers, this is for my POV challenge. Thanks to @just-another-busy-fangirl and @saxxxology for your help with this! I’ve been working on this for 3 weeks so hopefully readers like it!  __________________________________

From Alpha!Sam’s POV __________________________________

The first time I met her she looked me straight in the eye and said, “I’m not an Omega. I’m a hunter.”

I already knew who and what she was, knew it from the second she walked into the diner and sat down. I put my hands up and nodded. “Just a hunter. Got it.”

We never talked about it again.

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[saxxxology]

A Bed Is A Bed (oneshot)

After months of teasing and flirting, Sam takes advantage of the Fourth of July festivities to finally make his move.

PAIRING: Sam x Reader WORD COUNT: 2,700 WARNINGS: smut NOTE: Edited by me - please heed the warnings and enjoy! This story is 18+ only. Do not save or repost my work on other sites!

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Kansas gets hot in the summertime. Like, real hot. The kinda hot where your shirt sticks to your skin and the sun beats down on your head until you’re sunburned all over. The nights aren’t much better; your window’s been open for weeks and you still have to sleep under just one sheet, sometimes even stripping your nightgown off for extra relief.

Your window’s still open, and you can hear the sounds of people outside. It’s the Fourth of July, and your family ranch is gonna play host to a big old party, complete with small firework poppers that’ll be set off when all the men are smoked out and drunk. Your dad wants you to show off a bit and get all dolled up, saying as he’d walked out of the room after lunch, “maybe you’ll find yourself a decent man tonight.”

You’ve dug out your best dress. It’s pink and lacy, scooping low over your chest to give off just the right amount of cleavage. Matching panties and slippers follow, even though your thighs are sure to chafe from the sweat and your slippers will get all dusty. 

But maybe Sam will enjoy the view…

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[wayward-and-worn]

Ride

Pairing: Sam x Plus!Reader          

Rating: XXX, Smut       Regardless of rating, this is an 18+ ONLY blog.  

Word Count: 1527

Summary:  Written for @saxxxology’s Plus-Size Challenge.   Sam and Y/N are in an established relationship.  The milestones they had to cross to get this far go without saying. She’s never been on top.  

Warnings: Self-esteem issues, description of a body that isn’t perfect, anxiousness, shame. Speaking of one-self in very harsh terms (internal self-depreciation).  

Note: Please don’t steal my writing.  I worked hard on it.  My work cannot be reproduced or posted by anyone without my express, written consent.

               She’d always been fat.  Not “bigger”, not “curvy”, just plain fat.  She didn’t even have a pretty face or large breasts to offset the rolls of fat around her tummy.  And thighs. And arms.  But somehow her size was an advantage in hunting.  She quickly learned that she wasn’t easily knocked over and her weight helped pin quite a few wiggly monsters.  It wasn’t the seals being broken that caused the apocalypse. It was the day that a beauty like Sam Winchester fell in love with a beast like her.  

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Sweet Sam has a place In my heart❤️

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Care (Sam x Reader)

Request: could you maybe do a imagine/one-shot on period pains with sam where the pain gets so bad he has to bring you to the hospital or something?

Summary: Sam gets a little worried when he sees you in pain from period cramps.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1.5K (I have absolutely no idea how that happened.)

Warnings: Implied smut if you squint. Reader in pain…?

Author’s Note: This fills my Stanford!Sam square for the @samwinchesterbingo. Also, I would like a Sam for myself, please.

Also, I know absolutely nothing about law, so whatever little’s in here is all I got from a few episodes of How to Get Away With Murder. Enjoy! :)

When you greeted Sam at your apartment that evening, Sam was not expecting you to look like you did.

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This was adorable I loved it❤️

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Need You

Title: Need You On AO3 Square Filled: Dirty Talk Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader  Rating: Explicit Tags: Dirty talk, smut, fingering, flangst. Inspired by 13.22 but no spoilers.  Summary: Recently reunited, Sam shows the reader that dirty talk doesn’t have to be loud or obnoxious. Word Count: 1990 Created for @spnkinkbingo. Also for @bamby0304 Thirsty Thousand challenge, prompt is in bold. Thanks to my beta @andromytta and my Sam advisor @samsbeecharmer for their help. Sam hijacked this plot so I just followed him. 

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Festive voices filled the war room and library as hunters milled around the bunker’s common areas, chatting in small groups and drinking up the supply of whiskey and brew. You stood between Dean and Castiel on the marble stairs, drinking your beers in comfortable silence as you observed your surroundings.You’d been with the boys so long, there was no need to fill the space with social niceties. All that mattered was you were all home and physically okay.

Sam appeared behind you and slipped an arm around your waist. Feeling him against you offered the first peace you’d had since being separated weeks before. Sam set his chin on your shoulder so only you could hear him.

“Need you,” He muttered. You nodded, taking his hand. Sam and Dean made eye contact, a slight nod in acknowledgement of where you’d be. With everything that’d been going on lately, Dean needed to know you were both safe. And while neither you nor Sam admitted it out loud, it was a relief to know he always had your backs.

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Unstoppable

Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader

Besides monsters, you have one enemy in the world and that will always be Sam Winchester. Except what if all that hate was actually something else much stronger?

Written for: @spnsongchallengebingo​ Square Filled: “Thunder in the Rain” by Kane Brown @spnabobingo Square Filled: Enemies to Lovers BTZ Bingo, Square Filled: Accidentally Saved the Day 

WC: 3676 On AO3 Warnings: Explicit smut, dirty talk, fingering, angry!Sam, A/B/O dynamics, knotting, claiming, mating, scenting, fighting, harsh words, angst, fluff. A/N: Thanks to @just-another-busy-fangirl​ for being my beta for this! I LOVE this song, so this was a fun one for me. Listen before you read!

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You hated Sam Winchester.

Dean was okay. Funny, great hunter, mostly a good guy. A little smarmy after relentlessly hitting on you for years. But he was okay. Usual Beta dude with an extra dose of anger and daddy issues.

Sam on the other hand. Sam Winchester was an Alpha and a complete fucking asshole. From the first time you met, the hunt in Des Moines where he took the kill shot - your shot - you’d hated him. You’d nearly gotten arrested screaming at each other that night. He fought with you every chance he could find: hold your gun steady, you’re not doing it right, pull your weight, why are you late, do this and this and this. You were never good enough for him and working together was impossible.

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The Alpha’s Touch

Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader 

The reader is lonely and touch starved. She’s made peace with her life without a mate. Until Sam Winchester walks into her life.

Written for:  @spnkinkbingo Square Filled: Size kink  @spnabobingo Square Filled: Touch Starvation  @spnfluffbingo2019 Square Filled: Playing with their hair 

WC: 4571 Warnings: NSFW 18+ Explicit smut including oral sex, A/B/O dynamics, including scenting, knotting, heat, some angst, all the fluff. On AO3. A/N: Thanks to my very own beta and “Vee” @letsby :) I support my own writing always but damn I am in love with this fic. Hope you guys love it too. 

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You were okay with being alone, with being lonely. You really were.

You’d been lonely for so long that it was normal now. You had your cat, a few good friends, family to visit occasionally, and a pretty good job. But without realizing it, even though you were around people every day- weeks would go by without any kind of touch from another human being.

Over time you became uncomfortable with hugs from friends, handshakes with clients. Touch made your skin tingle and you’d pull away as the denied vulnerability made your shuttered omega cry for love, for touch- for anything to make you feel happy and desired. Your doctor wanted to prescribe massage, your therapist suggest kick boxing or team sports. You didn’t need them to tell you again- an omega without touch would eventually become sick with fever, faint and wilt away, starved of the interaction that fed your very basic instinct- to be wanted, needed, revered. You were in an impossible situation caught between fear and instinct.

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Take Me To Church

Summary: When Sam stands in as your boyfriend on a visit to your parents you find yourselves more committed to the relationship than you had previously expected. 

Characters: Sam x Reader 

Warnings: Smut, fluff. 18+ only 

A/N: Ok, so this was going to be really fluffy but it ended up more smutty. I put it down to PMS. :P I hope you enjoy. 

Take Me To Church

“Thanks for doing this, Sam… she’s just been driving me crazy, always asking if I have a boyfriend!”, you said as you drove up the driveway to your childhood home.

“No problem. I can imagine that gets annoying’, he said with a smile.

As you killed the engine you took a deep breath.

“Y/N, it will be fine. It’s just a couple of days”, Sam said, trying to reassure you.

“You haven’t met my mother…”, you sighed.

Your parents had invited you over for the weekend. You hadn’t seen them in almost a year so you were determined to convince them that you had your shit together. In your mom’s eyes, that would mean being in a committed relationship. Trouble was, you weren’t, so you’d asked Sam to come with you to be your boyfriend for a couple of days.

As you sat in the car, preparing yourself for what was to come, you saw the front door of your house open and two figures step out onto the porch.

You took another deep breath before pushing open the car door and stepping out into the crisp, winter air.

“Y/N, my darling!”, your mother called as you approached her.

She pulled you into a tight embrace, the familiar scent of her perfume softening your mood a little.

As she let go of you she looked back at the car to see Sam picking up your bags from the trunk.

“And who is this handsome young man?”, she asked, delighted by his unexpected appearance.

You suddenly felt Sam’s hand resting against the small of your back and looked up at him. He politely introduced himself to your parents.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name’s Sam Winchester, I’m Y/N’s boyfriend”, he said.

You felt a small spark of satisfaction at his words. It didn’t sound weird, in fact, it felt completely right for him to be introducing himself like that.

Your mom stepped towards Sam, wrapping her arms around him fondly. You took the opportunity to greet your father who had been waiting patiently behind her.

It didn’t take long for all the introductions to be made and for the bags to be brought inside.

“Well, I wish I’d known you were coming, Sam. I would have made more food”, your mother said as she walked you into the dining room, all laid up for dinner.

You looked at the table, covered in steaming dishes of every roasted food you could imagine.

“I think we’ll be fine, mom”, you laughed.

“Well, we’ll manage”, she sighed. “Now, I made up your old room to sleep in Y/N, but since Sam is here I imagine you’ll both be wanting to sleep in the guest bedroom”, she said matter-of-factly.

“Oh, no… it’s ok”, you stuttered, a little embarrassed by the suggestion.

“Nonsense!”, she said, gleefully, “I’ll get it set up for you right away”.

She hurried up the stairs to the spare room and you smiled at Sam apologetically.

“Don’t worry, we’ve shared before!”. He chuckled, amused by your sudden apprehension.

“I know… but not with my parents in the next door room”, you said, blushing.

As you sat around the dinner table, your mother questioned you tirelessly on every aspect of your life. Of course, you couldn’t tell her the truth - that you were living in an underground bunker with two guys, hunting monsters and living off fraudulent credit cards. You had naturally prepared a back-up story - you were working at a restaurant in Lawrence and living in an apartment with Sam, who you had met at your local church.

Before long though your mother turned her attention to Sam.

“So, Sam, tell me about yourself. Where were you raised?”, she asked, dabbing her lips with her napkin and taking a sip of her champagne.

Sam rested his fork on the side of his plate, aware that he was in this for the long-haul.

“Well, I was born in Lawrence and went to Stanford University. My brother Dean and I work together in… law enforcement”, he said.

Your father chirped up at this statement.

“Law enforcement, ey? How intriguing! Tell me about that”, he asked.

“Well sir, we work mainly on local cases but our job does occasionally take us further afield. We’re particularly concerned with domestic issues”, Sam bluffed.

Your dad was satisfied by this and continued to eat his roast potatoes, giving your mom another opportunity to jump in with more interrogation.

“So you two met at church? How lovely. Tell me, Sam, do you have the intention of marrying my daughter?”.

You’d chosen the wrong time to take a sip of water and found yourself choking at her question.

Sam patted you on the back, a small grin on his face.

“Mom, please!”, you exclaimed in embarrassment.

Your mother looked taken aback by your reaction, as though it had been a perfectly acceptable proposition.

“What? I’m simply interested in Sam’s plans for the future”, she defended.

Sam smiled, calmly.

“Ma’am, your daughter is a beautiful, intelligent girl. I don’t know what my current plans are but I can tell you that I have no intention of letting her go”.

God, he knew how to make a girl blush. You had to admit it, you’d always had a thing for Sam; he was so sweet and gentle.

Instinctively, you moved your hand to Sam’s, entwining your fingers with his.

He looked at you, grinning.

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom, suddenly feeling flustered. As you stared at your reflection in the mirror you tried to focus your thoughts.

‘He’s just playing the part’, you thought to yourself, ‘he doesn’t like you like that’.

You composed yourself before unlocking the door and returning to the dining room.

Sam was laughing with your parents. You were glad to see he was getting comfortable.

You walked back over to the table, sitting down next to Sam again.

Your mother turned to you as you helped yourself to another glass of champagne.

“Sam was just telling us about your first date”.

You took a sip from your glass and raised your eyebrows.

“Really? What did you tell them?”, you asked, intrigued by what kind of story he had made up.

Sam chuckled, taking hold of your hand again, making your heart race.

“Just that we went skating at the Christmas market”, he grinned.

“Huh… what’s funny about that?”, you asked.

“Well, remember, you didn’t let go of the railings the whole time?”.

You smiled, remembering that he had actually taken you skating in Denver after you’d finished a case.

“It was cute”, he added, pulling you into him affectionately.

Your mother smiled at the pair of you - proud that you’d finally found someone, probably.

“You know… you two would have the most gorgeous children”, she smiled.

“Ok, who wants dessert?”, you said, standing up, embarrassed again by your mother’s forwardness.

Before they could answer, you had disappeared into the kitchen.

As you leaned against the counter you heard footsteps following you down the hall.

Sam entered, carrying the plates from dinner and he placed them down by the sink.

He sighed with a smile and turned to you.

“I like your mom”, he said, making you laugh.

“I’m sorry. She must be making you uncomfortable”.

He shook his head, chuckling.

“No, it’s ok!”, he said, “I think she’s making you uncomfortable though…”. He looked up at you, suspiciously

You looked down at your feet, trying not to look guilty.

“She has a way of doing that…”, you muttered.

He walked over to the refrigerator, opening it and bringing out the cheesecake your mom had made.

“So… shall we go back in?”, he suggested, holding out his hand.

You took it and he pulled you back through the hall into the dining room.

After dinner you sat in the lounge. Sam and your father watched the game on the TV whilst you sat with your mother by the fireplace.

“Sam seems like a nice boy”, she said.

You nodded and looked over at him. He looked so great, sitting there with your dad, enjoying himself.

“He is nice”, you agreed. “He’s everything I want…”.

Your mom poured herself some peppermint tea before reaching over to you, touching your shoulder.

“You’re not together, are you…?”, she whispered.

You looked at her in surprise. How did she work that one out?

“Of course we are…”, you said, trying to keep up the act.

“Y/N, you’re my only daughter. I know you better than you think", she said before taking a sip of her tea.

“What do you mean?”, you asked.

“Sweetheart, I see the way you look at him; you want him. You wouldn’t look at him like that if you already had him”, she analysed.

You sighed, defeated. She had sussed you out.

“I do want him…”, you said, glancing back over at Sam who was still absorbed in the game.

Your mom settled back in her chair as a thought occurred to you.

“Hang on… if you knew we weren’t together then why did you keep going on about marriage and babies?”, you asked, suspicious of her motives.

“Just putting the idea in his head”, she smiled.

You stared at her in awe, amazed by her mischievous plan. She noticed your surprised expression and put her hands up defensively.

“I’m just giving him a push in the right direction”, she laughed.

“Mother!”, you scolded. You would never have expected such things to come from her. It made you smile though. You had never seen this side of your mom before and you liked it, it reminded you of yourself. Maybe you were more alike than you’d thought.

As you lay in bed next to Sam you felt your heart racing.

It reminded you of the last time you had shared a bed, on a case. You had hardly slept at all, so aware of his presence beside you.

“Y/N?”, he whispered in the darkness.

“Yeah?”, you replied.

“I had a great time today”, he said, rolling over to face you.

You stayed facing the ceiling.

“Yeah, me too. More than I thought I would…”.  

Sam sighed, as if unsure of whether to say something. A couple of seconds passed before he spoke.

“You know, I think your mom is right. We would have pretty cute kids”, he chuckled.

You felt your heart skip a beat and rolled over to face him.

“You think?”, you smiled.

He nodded with a grin.

“Can I try something?”, he asked cautiously.

“Umm, yeah, sure”, you said hesitantly.

You froze as he moved closer to you, bringing his hand up to take hold of a strand of your hair, pushing it behind your ear.

His touch gave you goosebumps and you could hardly believe it when he gently pulled your face to his, pressing his lips against your own.

Your breath hitched as his tongue traced your lower lip.

You reached up to run your fingers through his hair before pulling away.

You opened your eyes, still in a state of ecstasy.

“Was that ok?”, he asked.

You took a second to think. Were you dreaming? This couldn’t be happening.

“You good?”, he asked after you had been silent for over a minute.

You snapped back to the present, focusing on Sam’s soft eyes in the darkness.

“Yeah, that was… good”, you whispered. “Why…?”, you asked. You weren’t complaining but you couldn’t get your head around his decision to kiss you.

He sighed, moving onto his back again.

“Uh… I don’t know. I guess, it just felt right”.

“Oh…”, you said, unsure of what else to say.

You turned over again, back to staring at the ceiling.

Another moment of silence passed before you found the words you were searching for.

“Can we try that again?”.

You rolled over to face him again and he did the same.

“Really?”, he asked, excitedly.

You nodded, giggling as he moved so he was on top of you, his strong arms either side of you as he bent down to press his lips to yours.

You returned the kiss more passionately this time, grabbing hold of his shirt and pulling him closer to you.

You paused again, not wanting to go too far without knowing his feelings.

“Wait… Sam… I don’t really understand”, you said as he sighed, frustrated by the sudden space between you. “Do you like me, or is this just… sex?”, you whispered, not wanting your parents to overhear you.

He smiled, brushing your cheek with his fingers before kissing your nose, playfully.

“Y/N, I like you”, he whispered. He took a piece of your hair and twirled it in his fingers. “I really like you”.

You sighed before adding:

“Good…, because I sort of like you too”.

With an enthusiastic smile he returned his lips to yours. Wrapping your arms around his back, you pulled him into you, his leg slipping between your thighs

“You know, tonight at dinner, it just felt so right”, he said quietly.  

“Yeah… it did”, you giggled.

A sudden friction from his thigh against your core made you moan softly.  As you did so, he kissed you again, trying to stop the sound.

You felt a burning desire for more and turned him over, straddling him and leaning forward to kiss his neck.

He bucked his hips, making your breath hitch as you felt him hardening beneath you.

“Are you sure you want to do this tonight?”, he asked, eyeing the door.

You froze, having almost forgotten your surroundings.

“Shit!”. You rolled off of him, remembering that the guest bedroom was directly attached to your parent’s room.

He chuckled, sitting up in bed and switching on the bedside light. You did the same.

“I really want this, Sammy”, you moaned.

“Maybe it would be best to wait until we get home…”, he suggested.

You breathed a sigh of frustration, knowing that this was the best option but so desperately wanting him in that moment.

Reluctantly agreeing, you switched off the light, settling down again into the cozy bed-covers. You felt bad, knowing that Sam was probably still hard and so, with a cheeky glint in your eye, you pulled back the duvet, revealing his tented pants.

He smirked as you moved down the bed, quickly pushing his pants down over his hard length.

“It’s hardly fair for me to leave you in such a state”, you flirted.

He smiled, looking down at you admiringly.

You took hold of his member, beginning to gently pump it with your hand.

“Y/N, I should warn you. I’m quite vocal”, he said, his voice wavering as you continued to pleasure him.

“I know.”, you giggled. “Motel rooms have thin walls”. 

You lowered your head, taking him in your mouth as he let out a deep, muffled moan.

As you traced your tongue along the underside of his cock he shifted, tensing up in his effort to contain himself.

You looked up at him, enjoying his attempts at self-control. His head was tilted back against the headboard, his hands gripping the sheets, his knuckles white with tension.

You suddenly didn’t care about your parents being next door. You wanted to enjoy this and you would happily put up with the consequences.

You slid your hands up to his stomach, lightly tracing his prominent abs. Sam closed his eyes as you took him further into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You moaned gently around his cock and looked up at him.

“Fuck, I’m so close”, he groaned, his hips lifting up towards you.

You pushed him through to his climax, gagging a little when you got a little over-enthusiastic. You enjoyed his expressions though. You loved seeing how he reacted to your touch and how he scrunched up his face as he came, it was unbelievably cute.

You smiled as he came down from his orgasm, moving back up the bed to lie next to him. He was still steadying his breathing as you rested your head on his chest.

“Was that ok?”, you giggled.

He kissed your head as he wrapped his arm around you.

“More than ok”, he chuckled.

You grinned as he reached over to turn off his bedside light.

“I’ll return the favour tomorrow”, he whispered, giving you goosebumps.

“Did you sleep well?”, your mother asked you at breakfast the next morning.

“Very well…”, you replied, avoiding eye-contact with her.

You glanced at Sam who was sitting beside you. He grinned as he took a sip of his orange juice.

You felt his hand move to your thigh, slowly tracing his thumb in a circle.

“Have you got any plans for today?”, your mom asked you. “You could take Sam to see the local church?”.

You felt Sam’s hand begin to slide up your thigh and you struggled to think.

“Um… Yeah!”, you said. “That would be nice”.

Sam reached the top of your thigh and pulled your legs apart.

“I’d love to see it”, he said to your mother.

You squirmed a little in your seat as his fingers began to move towards your centre.

“Y/N was baptised there. It’s a beautiful little place”, your mom continued.

Your heart rate picked up as he continued to edge closer to your core. This was so wrong but you wanted him so badly you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him. Suddenly, Sam’s fingers began tracing your clit through your pyjama pants.

“Shit”, you breathed quietly. You saw Sam smile out of the corner of your eye. You would get him back for this.

“Language, y/n”, your mother said, looking at you suspiciously.

You shifted so that Sam’s hand was beneath you.

“Sorry, I bit my tongue”, you bluffed.

Sam chuckled before starting a new conversation with your parents.

“So when did you move here?”, he asked as you began to roll your hips against his hand, his fist rubbing against your clit with each movement.

Your father lowered his newspaper and you quickly stopped, aware that your actions would be obvious from where he was sitting.

“Well it must have been 20 years ago”, he said. “We fell in love with the place on the first visit”.

Sam moved his fingers against you again and you let out a small gasp of pleasure, instantly blushing as your parents looked at you.

“Are you alright, y/n?”, your mother asked.

Your voice shook a little as you spoke.

“Sorry, mom, I’m not feeling well”, you said, deciding you had to move this somewhere else. “I think I’ll go and lie down for a bit”.

Sam stood up as you left and excused himself saying he should make sure that you’re ok.

You made it up the stairs before Sam scooped you up, carrying you back to bed.

“Sam, that was so not funny”, you muttered as he set you down.

“It was kind of funny”, he chuckled.

You shook your head disapprovingly at him before he moved in to kiss you, pushing you back against the pillows.

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t resist it”, he argued.

He pulled your pants off of you before thrusting his fingers into you making you gasp.

As he pumped his fingers, he was quickly able to find your g-spot and he made sure he curled his fingers to hit it each time.

“Oh shit!!”, you moaned, gripping his hair as he kissed you again.

Sam moved further down the bed and spread your legs wider as he settled between them.

You watched him in anticipation as he lowered his head to your core, his fingers still thrusting in and out of you.

Next thing you knew, his tongue was flicking against your clit making you see stars.

“Holy fuck, Sam”, you called out before grabbing a cushion from behind you and bringing it to your mouth, trying to muffle the sounds you were making.

You felt the pressure begin to build inside you, his mouth and his fingers working steadily to bring you to your climax.

You bucked your hips against him as he sucked delicately and he brought his spare hand up under your shirt to massage your breasts.

The combination of everything finally pushed you to the edge and you shut your eyes tightly, awaiting the rush of pleasure.

“Oh my god, Sammy!”, you said, squirming against him as he tried to keep you still.

“Cum for me, sweetheart”, he ordered before returning his lips to your core.

His command was all you needed to fall over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you as he continued to finger you through it. You practically screamed into the pillow which you still held tightly over your mouth.

“Jesus Christ!”, you moaned as he pushed you through your climax, renewing it each time he pressed on your g-spot.

You laughed as you came down and Sam looked at you, confused.

“What’s up?”, he asked, intrigued by your giggles.

“I think we definitely need a visit to church after that”, you sighed.

He chuckled as he pulled your pants back up, kissing you through the material and making his way back up your body, his lips lingering on every inch of you before finally arriving back at your lips.

You kissed him desperately, tasting yourself on his tongue.

He pulled back to look at you.

“I think I’m already in heaven”, he said making you laugh.

You couldn’t help but agree.