Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Wrapped Around

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female!Reader

Warnings: implied smut

Summary: You're in a *secret* relationship with your best friend's older brother, yet she doesn't know anything about it. When she wants to take you out to a party, your boyfriend makes sure that he's the only thing on your mind.

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"Are you sure you want me to come to this party? I won't know anyone that's there," you say to your best friend of eighteen years.

"You'll know me," she smirks.

You're sitting on her vanity chair with your back to the mirror. She is an expert with makeup brushes and palettes, and you're thankful that you can always go to her for a full face of makeup without spending a dime. She wants to be a makeup artist one day for movies and tv shows, so you're more than happy to let her use you as a model.

"You know what I mean. You know everyone there. It's all your makeup buddies. What happens if you leave me?"

"Then you'll make new friends. They don't bite," she smirks. "Maybe you'll even make a friend."

She dabs a bit of white onto your eyelids to complete the look, grinning when she sets down the brush.

"I know what you're insinuating, and I already told you. I don't want a boyfriend that way. I'd rather meet him the traditional way."

"I mean, you could just tell me who you're fucking and I'll drop it," she giggles.

"Grace! I am not," you drop your voice to a whisper, "fucking anyone."

"Yeah, and I'm not your best friend," she rolls her eyes. "Okay, I am done with your look! What do you think?"

You turn around in your chair and look at yourself, gasping at how different you look.

"You always manage to turn me into a princess right before midnight. I love it." You get up and admire yourself in the floor-length mirror. You're wearing something skimpy thanks to Grace's closet. The only thing you're not loving is your hair. You have long hair, so it always gets in the way of things. "I'm not a fan of the hair."

"What? You look amazing with your hair down."

"Nah, it's not really her thing," Grace's older brother says from the door frame.

You jump when you hear his voice. How long has he been standing there? You look up and lock eyes with him through the mirror, biting your lower lip to keep yourself from saying anything. His eyes rake down your body possessively, snapping back up to your eyes. He wants you to know that he's checking you out, and don't you know it.

"Sam! You promised you'd leave us alone," she rolls her eyes. "Go away."

"I wanted to say goodbye to my little sister before she left for her party. A party that will definitely have underaged drinking. You're lucky I'm here and not Dean."

"We won't be drinking. Plus, I turn twenty-one this year."

"Y/N doesn't."

"Stop being a dad and be my older brother for once."

You haven't said a word since he made himself known, and you don't trust yourself to. Not with your best friend in the room. You haven't taken your eyes off him–not that you wanted to if you could.

"I want a hair tie," you manage to muster out.

"Fine," she sighs.

She leaves the room to go to the bathroom that is all the way down the hall. As soon as she steps out of the room, Sam strides over to you. You shouldn't have asked her for it because now you're alone with Sam. When you're alone with him, then bad things happen. Your heart spikes when you feel his fingers ghost over your bare back. He plays with the ends of your hair, ruffling it with his fingers.

"You don't need a hair tie," he whispers. He grabs your waist with his left hand, sliding his right into your hair. He grips it tightly and yanks your head back, forming a very messy ponytail in the palm of his hand. "Not when we both know that it looks so much better wrapped around my hand."

A gush of pleasure heads straight to your pussy, but you don't make it known that this is turning you on.

"I couldn't find a hair tie," Grace says. Before she can enter the bedroom, Sam lets go of your hair and quickly steps back. "I found a scrunchie though."

"Yeah, a scrunchie is fine."

You grab it from her and quickly put your hair up, not meeting Sam's eyes.

"Okay, we're ready! Come on. It's time to meet hot guys," she grins. She leaves the room, but before she can walk down the stairs, she turns back to you. "Grab my phone, will you?"

"Yeah, be right there." You wait until she is out of sight before turning to Sam. "You need to stop doing that."

You grab Grace's phone and head to the door, but Sam quickly blocks you from leaving.

"Stop doing what?"

"You know what," you glare. "You fuck me once and now you think that I'll fall to my knees every time you call."

"I recall you like being on your knees for me," he smirks. He walks toward you, backing you into the wall next to the door. "I know I do."

"Fuck you."

"Stay and maybe you will."

"You can't do this to me," you whisper, clearly defeated.

"Do what? Do this?"

He leans down and captures your lips with his, completely dominating the kiss. He doesn't like that you're going out with his sister to meet "hot guys", but if you are, then he is going to give you something to think about for the rest of the night. He slides his tongue into your mouth, licking every inch he can. All you can do is take what he is giving you.

You reach up to slide your hands into his hair, but he pulls away. He knows you're needy for him, and that's when he stops.

"Have fun tonight," he whispers.

"I hate you," you say breathlessly.

"I know," he smirks.

He looks you up and down before leaving you alone. Grace honks the horn, and you jump at the sound. You grip her phone in your hand tightly, heading down the stairs. She may want you to go after all these guys tonight, but Sam is the only one that will be on your mind tonight.