FILTHY | spn smuts/imagines

Hook-Up {S.W} Pt. 1

Pairing: Soulless! Sam x Reader

Warnings: cursing, public sex, denied release, drunk sex, penetration, etc.

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The whiskey burned your throat as you downed your 5th shot.

"Maybe you should slow down, Y/N?"

The bartender, who had been a family friend for years, leaned against the bar. The concern evident in his eyes.

"I'm good. That was my last one." You slurred.

He sighed.

"It never is."

He walked away, shaking his head.

It was only when someone sat in the seat beside you that your eyes raised from the empty glass. He was a tall drink of water with long shaggy hair that made you want to pull it like a baby. He wasn't looking for the bartender's attention, if he was he wouldn't be staring right at you.

"Can I help you?"

"Maybe. I'm looking for this man," he produced a picture from his pocket. "Have you seen him?"

You recognized the man but wasn't sure whether or not you should tell him.

"Maybe I have or maybe I haven't. What's it to you...sir?"

His eyes flashed for a second at the name sir.

"I'm Sam."

"Y/N."

"Well, Y/N, have you seen him or not?"

"What's in it for me if I tell you?" You said seductively.

This man was doing to you that you didn't quite understand. Everything about his vibe was seriously turning you on.

"Hm," he leaned in closer. "We could go to my motel room and I'll show you. Only if you promise to tell me if you've seen him."

You pulled your lip between your teeth thinking about all his skin on yours.

"You have yourself a deal, sir."

His eyes flashed again before he was abandoning the bar stool for the door. You threw a few twenties on the bar to cover for your whiskey before following him. The first few steps you were staggering but after that, it was smooth sailing.

The air outside was cold and, at first, you didn't see Sam. Then, a pair of arms grabbed you from the side and dragged you into the alley alongside the bar. You were alarmed before you heard Sam's voice.

"You're fucking hot in the outfit. I don't know if I can wait till the motel room."

The outline of his humungous cock pressed through his jeans and pressed against your stomach. It made an animalistic noise rip free from your throat.

"Then take me right here."

He growled before pressing his lips to yours. He tasted like sweat and alcohol but you couldn't care less. You imagined you probably tasted the same. Sam's hands moved up your sides and down again. They moved between your thighs, easily pushing your panties down your legs.

You knew that wearing a dress was a fantastic idea.

Every fibre of your body knew that this was wrong but the alcohol seemed to override your common sense. Sam's hands travelled back up your legs and landed on your breasts. His fingers pinching your nipples through the thin material of the dress.

"Sam," you moaned as you heard the zipper of his jeans.

"Mhm, you're going to feel amazing."

Without warning, he pushed into you. There was a tinge of pain as his monstrous cock filled you to the brim. But, it soon was overwhelmed by the pleasure that cock was bringing you. His thrusts were even and steady, slowly dragging out the feeling of ecstasy.

"Have you seen that man before?" He grunted.

You stifled a laugh.

"Are we talking about this right now?"

He stopped moving inside you, causing an animalistic moan of frustration to tear free from your throat.

"Yes, or I'll stop."

You could feel him smirk in the dark.

"Fine."

He began to move again, this time a little faster. Every time he pulled out, his cock dragged against your walls in the most delicious fashion. Then, as he pushed back in, your mind went blank.

"Well Y/N?"

"Yeah, I know him."

Sam seemed to reward you by placing his lips on your neck and sucking hard.

"Mhm, he came to the bar yesterday. Said he was looking for a bartender named Sarah."

His lips paused for a moment before continuing their trek across your jaw. You could feel the oncoming orgasm but fought it every step of the way. You knew that he would leave once you both finished and his questions were answered.

"She only worked early mornings so Willy told him to come back later. That was the last I saw of him."

Sam moaned into your neck as his lips attached to yours again. Your orgasm was almost there. You could feel the bundle of knots in your core beginning to increase. Every nerve ending in your body seemed a light as Sam continued to thrust into you. Just as your climax began, he pulled out.

You gasped at the sheer loss of pleasure as Sam began pulling up his pants. Someone didn't seem too shaken at losing out on an orgasm.

"What the fuck?"

The bar light above showed his smile.

"Thank you for answering my questions."

He began to walk away.

Was he seriously just going to leave you high and dry?

"That's a dick move, Sam."

He stopped and turned.

"I could show you many more ways my dick can move if you follow me to the motel. I'll repay you for all the help."

Before any more thought went into it, you were following after him. All while still trying to pull your panties up your legs.