Supernatural | One-Shots

The Big BMS- Business Make-Out Session: Sam W.

↬ Date: May 16, 2023
↬ Prompt: N/A.
↬ Trigger [Warning]: Light cursing; slight sexual overtones.
↬ Words: 1305
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As several people piled into the large room, you sat at the end of the table and wrote notes. You took notes of who entered and who has yet to enter. It was loud but as soon as the door opened and a guy with long dark brown hair that was loose around his shoulders walked in, everyone grew silent.

"Hello, everybody. This meeting was short notice and I apologize greatly for that," Sam Winchester said with a small, apologetic smile and everyone nodded, "Today we have a guest who wants to sell us his idea. Come in, Castiel!"

Sam runs a publishing company that publishes things from books to poems to magazines. A tall, lean, dark-haired guy walked in. He was dressed in a suit with a blue tie and a beige trenchcoat. He had a board under his arm, which he placed on a black easel that was at the front of the room, and a tube of what looked like food. He gave a kind smile and almost everyone smiled back as their shoulders relaxed. He just gave off a calming aura that affected everyone as he shrugged his coat off and placed it on an empty chair.

"Everyone here is important, but the one you have to look out for is that person back there. (Y/N), stand up for a moment," Sam instructed and your eyes widened before you stood up, flattening your shirt with a loving smile. Your mind worked hard to remember everything.
"(Y/F/N) is our note-keeper and they work fast. They hear and see everything while they type, so you have to watch what you say and do."

Sam laughed with Castiel before he sat next to you, whose hand was working fast as you tried to get everything down after you took your seat again. A large, warm hand found your thigh and you felt yourself relax more. Castiel took a deep breath before introducing himself.

"I'm Castiel Novak and I've had poems published before but I'm here for my family cookbook." Castiel pointed to the board he was carrying only moments before, which showed him and a male with brown hair, smiling at the camera as they cooked something unknown. Sam rubbed your thigh as you typed what Castiel said. "I won't lie to you guys, Winchester's Publishing Corner wasn't my first choice. But, everywhere else I went won't publish me because I had a husband instead of a wife, saying that 'people wouldn't buy it because being gay is known as a sin' and it'll have their name ruined."

"It would be our pleasure publishing you." Castiel shook Sam's hand firmly with a large smile. Sam decided that he wanted to publish Castiel's cookbooks- he had more than one which was astounding because the recipes were well down and tasted amazing. "Thank you for coming in today and we'll be seeing you tomorrow at one."

Castiel left after saying many 'thank you's and everyone left the room in need of something that you had no intention of finding out. You made your way to an office after you finished your notes on the meeting. Stretching, you knocked on the wooden door. You stepped inside and placed your laptop on the desk by the door as a small yawn passed your lips.

"Long day?" A soothing voice echoed in the room. Your lips opened and stretched into a grin as the warm voice slid on your skin. You turned around and looked into the nice, warm hazel eyes, though they looked grey with his white button-up on. Sam was sitting in a leather-bound wheely chair, his face lit up by the growling computer screen.

"Normally so," You answered as your shoes clicked against the polished floor. You stood behind Sam, your back facing the wide window that overlooked the rest of town. He only had one window and it took up the entire back wall. "You look stressed."

"Well, there's a demand for more books from that series everyone seems to love- the City Of 'blank' one. No one liked the book, Ash and Bones, saying it was a rip off of Immortal City but just with a few added scenes," Sam said with a sigh as he recounted emails he got over the few days, "People are demanding more things from Robert Fost, saying he has to have more poems. More things from this guy and this gal, less for this one and that one."

You placed your hands on Sam's shoulders and carefully pushed your thumb into a knot that was above his shoulder blade. You worked your fingers through each knot you could reach and let Sam become putty in your hands. A groan bubbled in his throat as you pressed a certain spot on his back and you lightly untangled the stress from it.

"You're so good with your hands." Sam's sentence made your cheeks flare a shade of red that matched your lips but you pushed the thought aside- he only meant that you were good at giving massages. Nothing else.

You pulled your hands back as you rubbed your thighs together. Sam spun his chair around and pulled you into his lap by your hips. Your shirt was stretched as you sat down, and it untucked, showing a silver of your stomach. You didn't complain when Sam let his hands slide up your sides, pulling the shirt up more before his hands fell to rest back on your waist.

"You smell good today. Are you trying something new?" Sam questioned, a knowing look in his closed eyes, as his nose ran across your jaw, inhaling you and tickling the small hair on your neck.

"Chanel Coco Mademoiselle Eau de Parfum. It was a gift from someone sweet." You sighed as Sam ghosted his lips against your neck. A soft, dry kiss was planted on your pulse-point and a small moan was bit back inside of your chest. Sam hummed softly as his lips moved to place more kisses on your burning skin. You let your head tip back, your hair tickling Sam's fingers, coating him to quickly move his hand onto your hand to grip the silky locks in a fist. A moan fell from your lips.

"Mhm. Someone's enjoying themselves." Sam chuckled lustfully as he felt you grind your hips forwards, his lips carefully leaving wet, open-mouth kisses on your flesh. He groaned as you rocked over his growing erection.

"Just as much as you are, Sir," You said, adding unneeded pressure on the word 'sir', and felt Sam growl against your flesh and his hand tightening on your scalp.

"I know what you want," Sam said after a short moment of recollecting himself, his mouth leaving your neck finally with a smirk growing on his lips.

"Yeah? What do I want?" You asked, seemingly breathless.

"You want me," Sam started, standing up with your legs still wrapped around his waist, "To fuck you-"

Sam pushed your back up against the thick window and rutted up against you, drawing a whorish moan from your bitten lips.

"Against my window." Sam's lips ghosted yours, all you had to do was lean forward and you could claim your prize but the hand in your hair told you not to, "So, everyone below could just look up and see-"

"Howcha know?" You whined out of breath, your lips red and pouty. Sam just smiled wickedly at you.

"I saw the haunting lust in your eyes during the meeting when my fingers played with your thighs. And when you walked into my office, I saw you eyeing the window like a dog in heat."

"I'm not a dog in heat- I just want you to wreak me against your window with the trill of someone catching us. Is that too much to ask?"

"If you want it, who am I to stand in the way?"