SUMMARY: Surprise! You made it to college! Full ride and all. Thing is, you never thought you'd have a class with a teacher that was way out of anyone's league and an assistant coach who's too flirty for his own good. Though you don't want to admit it, you may like them just a little bit more than you care to admit. So, to release some of those feelings, you write love letters! ...that they accidentally read. Oops.
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PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x reader
WORD COUNT: 2k
WARNINGS: Language, dirty thoughts
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This has been in the works for a while and I'm really proud of what I have so far! But I want you all to head the warnings, things will get dark. The summary and everything may make it seem like it's all happy and innocent but I'm a sucker for angst so I'm letting you know it will be dark and there will be warnings for each chapter. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!!
You sighed. It was the first day of actual college. You'd prepared so much over the break and yet, it seemed as though you weren't prepared at all. Of course, it was a bit easier now that you didn't have to worry about paying tuition fees. Your last year of high school guaranteed that with a full ride scholarship from your athletic team.
For the past 5 years you found a love for soccer. It gave you a way to release your energy and also stay healthy. You weren't a confident person by far but soccer helped with it. Switching from high school soccer to college soccer was definitely new. The game was the same but the people, the coaches, everything else.
You made your way to the first class of the day, finding it easy after a nice girl named Genevieve showed you around. It was her second year in college so she was still fairly new to the feeling of being lost and confused on such a huge campus. You showed her your schedule and she lead you to your classes. First class of the day, mythology. It wasn't a class you had to take but it was one you were interested in so you said why not and chose it as one of your extracurriculars.
The huge whiteboard at the front of the room had the words Mr. Winchester scrawled on it in cursive handwriting. Hm. Not bad. You grabbed your bag and searched for your notebook when the professor finally arrived.
"Good morning students!" His voice was loud and cheerful, like he liked what he did for a living. Even though it was the beginning of the year, all you could hear was a grumble of hello's and "sup"s from the students. Guess you were the only one who may have been excited about learning anything from this class.
"Aw come on y'all can do better than that! I'm here to make this class fun, not as boring as you think it'll be." He smiled, scanning the room, looking at the gloomy faces of his students. Until he caught your face in the crowd. Not too excited but interested enough not to seem like you didn't want to be there.
You noticed his gaze stopped on you and he stopped speaking. Your eyes widened slightly and your face began to burn as it heated up, no doubt, the blood rushing to your head. You cast your gaze down at your notebook when you heard him clear his throat and continue.
"Since it's only the first day I'll give you the syllabus for the class. I'd like you to take a look over it to get familiar with what will be going on throughout the first semester." As he said this he walked to the left side of his desk, taking out a big stack of yellow paper. He brought it over to one side of the room and let the student take one and pass it on.
You took one when it reached you, passing it on to the next person and scanned over the black letters. The first few weeks would be notes about different creatures and a few assignments to research them. At the end of the semester, there would be a group project and the groups had to be at least 4 or more people.
It didn't sound too bad. You actually liked taking notes especially on stuff like this. You were one of those who had different colored pens or markers for each section. Organized and easy to follow.
Your gaze returned to the professor, he was reading from the syllabus making sure everyone knew what his rules were and explains in more detail what was expected from this semester.
You weren't listening though. You were too busy scanning his body and features. His brown locks fell to his shoulders. You had a feeling he didn't want to cut his hair any shorter. You imagined what it would feel like to run your hands through it. Soft probably. He looked like he took better care of his hair than most girls you've met.
He didn't dress like most of the teachers here though. Most would be in a suit or something but he wore layers. Button up green flannel on top of a black t-shirt that gripped all the right muscles underneath and a pair of baggy jeans that fell just above his ankles. Too short the long ness of his legs. He was quite tall, he practically would tower over you.
You were mesmerized by the pale pink of his lips as he spoke. His tongue darted out along his bottom lip, giving a renewed moisture to the dryness. It made you subconsciously lick your own lips. Man what he could do with that tongue—
Wait, no Y/N! Stop that, he's your teacher! Teacher and student relationships were probably frowned upon. But who cared? You weren't underage and certainly weren't too innocent to consider it.
The bell, signaling the end of the class, caught you off guard. You scrambled to put away your notebook and shoved the syllabus inside it before you tossed it in your bag.
All of the other students were already out of the door so you were the last person in the room other than him. You were about to exit before you stopped at the sound of your name.
"Miss Y/L/N. Would you come here please? I'd like a moment to speak to you." He said, his voice was low and gruff and it sent shivers to your core.
You turned, slight fear that he would yell at you for not really listening during class. Instead, daydreaming. On the first day no less. You walked over to where he sat at his desk, playing nervously with the strap of your bag that hung on your shoulder.
"Y-Yes, Mr. Winchester?" You stuttered. You cursed yourself for being so shy like this. He was just your teacher. A very gorgeous, hunk of a teacher. But that was besides the point.
"Please, call me Sam. After all, you and I will be spending a lot more time together." He smirked and you blushed.
"W-We are?" You asked, trying to hide your face by looking at your shoes. This was very forward of him. You'd only just met why was he coming on to you so suddenly?
"Of course. You play on the soccer team. I'm the head coach." He smiles and your heart sank, a tad disappointed. But why? You'd only just met the guy. "I'm very impressed. I looked at your transcripts and saw that you got a full ride scholarship because of your work on your high school soccer team."
You looked up into his hazel eyes. There were specks of brown and green scattered around the blue. They lulled you in and you took in a sharp breath at the intensity that they held.
"Oh." You said but it was more of a release of air. "I didn't realize you were the head coach."
"Yeah. I was just about to head out to the field. We can go together since you have that next." He said, gathering his keys he'd set on his desk and stuffed his phone in his pocket.
"How do you know that's what I had next?" You eyed him suspiciously.
He turned to look at you, noticing your expression, he laughed. "I know all of my players schedules. I also keep up with their grades to make sure they are able to stay on the team. Nothing weird, I promise."
You nodded your head, suddenly embarrassed that you had practically accused him of being a stalker. Of course the coach knew his players schedules. It made sense. You'd only have mythology class and history class today but you were supposed to go set up things with the team in between before lunch.
He started out of the door and you rushed to meet up with him. His long legs took larger steps than your short ones could. He noticed your struggle to keep up and slowed his pace.
"So... you're the coach and a teacher. Anything else you might want to add to your resume?" You asked, trying to make small talk on the walk to the field.
He chuckled, "Nope. Just those two. Probably couldn't handle much more between all the practices and games and grading papers."
You nodded silently, not sure what to say next. The conversation had gone stalemate. But luckily the field wasn't too far and you already saw a group of girls crowding around what you assumed was the assistant coach.
He was just as much of a hunk as Sam was. He smiled at each of the girls, his emerald eyes sending flirtatious looks at the ones he deemed a fun time. Weird, he kind of looked like Sam. His dirty blond, almost brown hair stood in short spikes, completely different from Sam's.
His eyes landed on you just as Sam had called out to him. He looked you up and down before licking his lips. Man, what is with this guy?
"Dean, this is Y/N. She's another player on the team. Y/N, this is my brother, Dean. The assistant coach for the team." Sam introduced you.
"Ah. The full ride kid. It's a pleasure." His smile changed to a genuine one, no hint of flirty ness. His hand reached out and you took it, giving it a firm grip. Your father had once said that a firm handshake meant you meant business.
His hand held on for a lingering second. You snatched your hand away but slow enough to not seem like you were uncomfortable. He was cute, you couldn't lie. And if he wasn't your coach then you may have invited him back to your dorm but that wasn't the case. You didn't come to college to get laid, you came to get a degree and make it in the sports world. You weren't about to ruin that with a frowned upon hook up. From either of your coaches.
"Pleasures all mine." You said lowly. You turned to the group of girls. Some of them were staring. You weren't sure if it was out of envy at the attention from both the hot coaches or jealousy. You heard a shriek and then fell to the ground, someone on top of you.
The air rushed out of your lungs and you grunted hitting the ground. You looked up shocked and on edge but then you saw the familiar long brown curly locks of hair and brown eyes. Genevieve.
"Damn girl. I didn't realize you were on the team." You huffed out as she stood and held a hand out to help you up.
She smirked, "You never asked."
You both chuckled, "This just means we get to spend more time together." She stated matter of factly.
A clear of their throat turned your attention back to your two coaches. Shock evident in their expressions but it quickly turned to getting down to business.
You and Gen walked over to the rest of the girls and waiting for them to speak.
Sam spoke first, "Alright ladies. Today we are just going to get to know each other and get uniforms situated, along with lockers and such. This is going to be a wild season and I have a feeling we'll do the best we can."
You didn't know how good the other girls were but one thing was for sure, you were going to work your ass off to be the best.
PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x reader
WORD COUNT: 2k+
WARNINGS: Language, sexual tension, oral (male receiving), fluff
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yay! Some Dean action! Somehow, smut just crawled it's way into this chapter. Lol I'm sorry but enjoy!
For the date with Dean, you didn't know where he was taking you which meant you didn't know if you should have gone casual or fancy. So you decided to go with a pair of black ripped shorts and a t-shirt that said collect moments not things on it. You put on a pair of matching black lace bra and panty set, looped a belt through the shorts, and put on your black vans before being ready to go.
You didn't do anything with your hair, just brushed it and let it fall naturally over your shoulders. You didn't want to do too much and actually look like you're trying but you didn't want to look like you'd just crawled out of a dumpster either.
With perfect timing, you heard a knock at your door. You smiled, starting to feel giddy, but before opening the door, you wiped your face clean of any emotion. Couldn't have him thinking you were too excited.
You opened the door, he stood there, jeans and a white collared shirt tucked into them. Fancy, but not too fancy. He handed you a bouquet of flowers. A rose or two dotted in there but there were many other flowers in there. You thanked him, putting them in water and returning to him.
Your eyes swept up and down his body before meeting his again. You didn't miss how he did the same.
"Should I change into something more suitable?" You asked, tracing a finger up his shirt, teasingly pulling at the buttons.
"No, sweetheart, you look perfect." His tone was low and when you looked at his eyes, they were dilated.
Dean led you to his car, a sleek black Chevy impala.
"Wow. She's beautiful!" You couldn't help but admire the car. It wasn't made much anymore and you'd always wanted one because of this show called Supernatural. The character, Foster, had one just like it and he treasured the thing.
"She is isn't she? Baby here has been with me for most of my life. She and I have made a lot of memories." His eyes were transfixed on the backseat. You could only imagine what these 'memories' were.
His eyes turned back to you when he heard a giggle, "What?"
"Nothing. I just... I have a feeling I know what kind of memories you made in this car." You opened the door, climbing in and sliding across the seat. Dean came in after you and started up the car.
You groaned, almost sexually, "God, she sounds beautiful."
Dean cleared his throat and adjusted in his seat. You didn't know why but carried on nonetheless.
When you arrived at the restaurant halfway across town, you gaped at it. You were definitely not dressed for the occasion.
"I thought you said I didn't need to change?" Your eyes wide while they stared at a smirking Dean.
"I did. There's no set dress code here. You look fine, trust me."
You grumbled, submitting to his answer. He walked around the car, taking his hand in yours, waffle style. Heat rose to your cheeks.
"Dean..." he noticed the hesitation in your voice. He couldn't miss it.
"What's wrong? Do you not want to do this?" He asked, anxious if your answer. He hated to admit it but you made him feel different. Like he could be himself with you. Not just some sexy jock the other girls wanted cause they thought it was hot and it scored him a one night stand.
"N-No. that's not it. But, what if you lose your job over this? I don't want to be the reason—"
His laugh cut you off. It agitated you, he wasn't taking this serious. You slapped him and the shoulder and he cringed away from it. It stung for sure.
His laugh died down so he could speak, "This is just a side job, sweetheart. Sam offered it to me because he needed an assistant coach and I accepted. I have another job. I don't exactly need this one."
You nodded, listening intently. You wondered what his other job was but before you could ask, he pulled you in the doors, "Come on, our reservation is soon."
You stepped into the restaurant, marveling at the interior design. Tall ceiling, paintings covering the walls so it's not just a basic white. Yep, definitely fancy. And probably expensive.
A waiter led you to a table at the back, near a window so you could see the skyline.
You settled in, a little uncomfortable because you felt you didn't belong.
"Y/N. Stop fidgeting you're fine." He noticed and you scowled.
"What exactly is it that you do? This place definitely isn't for the simpletons."
He shrugged, "Nothing exciting."
You took a look at the menu and also did a spit take with your water all over Dean.
"Dean!" You whisper shouted, "It's fucking something if you can afford to buy from a place where the cheapest thing is a Salad for 16 fucking dollars!"
He chuckled, "Look. It's really nothing. I work at a mechanic shop. It just so happens it pays well enough for the occasional nice night out."
"I don't think just working at a mechanic shop would be enough to be able to afford this, Dean. More like you own the place or something." You were scanning over the menu, looking at the 25$ steak and ever other expensive thing on there when you didn't hear a response from him. You looked up and he was avoiding your gaze, scratching his neck.
Your eyes widened, "Oh my god. You are the owner aren't you? Dean!" You kicked him under the table, his face going red before he helped. Good thing you were in the back otherwise you would have received dirty looks from other customers.
"Alright, alright! I may... own a few mechanic shops. But seriously! It's not a big deal!" He waved his hands in front of himself, as if he was trying to convince you of his words.
"If I'm going to be going out on dates with you it sure is a big deal. People know you for god sake! Why didn't you just tell me from the get go?"
He sighed, you could tell he didn't want to make a big deal of it probably because of this exact reason. A twinge of guilt ran through you.
"Because when I tell someone that I'm we'll off they just use me for my money. And while I'm sure you wouldn't do that, I couldn't take the chance. I.. I really like you Y/N."
You were stunned to say the least. Dean and Sam were probably the only ones to ever render you speechless. You reached your hand over the table, taking his.
"I don't care about your money, Dean. I appreciate you telling me and I get where you're coming from but I want you to know you can tell me anything and I won't judge."
He smiled and lifted your hand to his mouth, gently kissing it. You blushed and turned away from him. The waiter came over to take your order and while you tried to order something cheap enough, Dean insisted you order whatever you wanted. So, you got a steak. Dean smirked, knowing he could get his way with just a simple look.
After the restaurant, Dean took you out to get some dessert. This time, cheap enough for you. He took you to Twisty Cone for some ice cream.
You sat at the tables outside, licking the sides of your ice cream cone before it could melt and Dean ate his chocolate sundae from his cup.
"So.." you started, "Did you tell Sam about our date?" You didn't want to bring him up when it was supposed to be you and Dean but you couldn't help but wonder.
"He knows I went out but I didn't tell him who." He said it so nonchalant and your mind wandered back to today in the classroom with Sam.
'I don't want anyone else but the one person I can't have because she's my fucking student.'
You couldn't get what he said out of your head and your heart was torn in two. On one hand you liked Dean. And on the other, you had feelings for his brother. You were seriously tempted to have both of them but you didn't know how Sam would react to that. He didn't seem like the type of person to share.
Not that you should anyway. He was your teacher. But... if no one knew, then— no! Stop it Y/N!
You cleared your throat and licked the small drop of melted ice cream that began to fall over your finger. As you licked, your eyes met Dean's. His gaze frozen on you. You should have been embarrassed but you weren't. Dean made the butterflies in your stomach erupt but he also made you feel comfortable.
You smirked.
"Dean."
He grunted. And you chuckled, "Dean, you have some— here let me get it for you." There was a small amount of the chocolate syrup on the edge of his smile line, so you took your thumb, wipes it from his mouth, and brought it to yours, savoring the chocolaty goodness.
All the while you kept eye contact, and he groaned. You knew you were winding him up. You had a knack for doing that to people. It was just fun to do it to the Winchester brothers.
His voice was low and had a hint of danger to it that had arousal shooting straight to your core, as he said your name.
You smiled innocently, "Yes, Dean?"
He got up, threw his cup away, and grabbed your wrist, dragging you along with him. He swiped your cone and threw what was left in the trash.
Such a waste of perfectly good ice cream. You thought. But now your attention turned to the man who threw your back against his car door and crashed his lips to yours.
You kissed back, fighting for control. You bit his bottom lip, gently but with enough force to send arousal straight to his dick. Which you felt hardening on your upper thigh.
"God, the things you do to me." He groaned, your hand finding its way the the growing bulge in his pants.
"I'm sure I could do more if we went somewhere more private." You whispered against his lips.
He pulled back, pupils blown from lust, "Get in the car." It was a demand that had you excited to see what the future held. The very close future.
You crawled in to the passenger seat from his door and scooted closer to him when he got in. You couldn't keep your hands to yourself and you knew you should have but Dean just had a way about him.
His beard was starting to come in. He usually had it shaved but you guessed he got lazy. It made you think of how it would feel if he was eating you out.
With a groan from you and a purr from Baby, you reached for his belt, unbuckling it and reaching through the hole of his boxers, you released his cock from its confinement.
It wasn't ridiculously long but it had a girth to it that made your mouth water. Dean huffed from above you. You looked up just as you lowered your head, "Eyes on the road."
His hips came up, meeting your lips as you teased the head of him. His knuckles turned white from the grip he had on the steering wheel. It surprised you how much strength he had to hold back from just shoving you down but you'd let him feel every last bit of good you could give.
You stroked him a few times, taking some spit on your hand to rub it all over his shaft. Your tongue eased up the side of his cock, running along a vein that looked like it could've burst at any moment.
You sunk down, wanting to him to feel the warmth from your mouth. You jaw locked in place and your lips made an o around him as you bobbed.
His groans and huffs of air spurred you on. You eased down, farther and farther until he hit the back of your throat. You weren't one to deep throat because it made your jaw sore after but you'd give Dean your all. You felt him pulse in your mouth and you knew he was building up to a climax. You wanted to taste him, swallow everything he had to give but with a pop, he pulled you off of him.
"I don't want to cum right now. I need to be inside that pussy."
Your stomach coiled, hearing those words made you more horny than you already were.
His hand brought your lips to his, saliva slipping between plump pieces of flesh. You had to pull back and contain yourself because if this kept on you might get into an accident before you even made it back to his place.
Sam! Shit! In your horny haze, you’d totally forgotten he lived with Sam!
-Part 7-
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Another week. Another week without talking to Sam. Dean you'd talk plenty to but purposely left the conversation if Sam came up to you. He was starting get really pissed off and you enjoyed it.
Okay, maybe you were taking it too far by going this long without letting him explain but it was a fun game to play. You wondered how far you could push him.
But when you really thought about it, really looked at why you were acting this way, you knew. You were developing feelings for the man. You couldn't tell anyone. But you also didn't want to keep it bottled up. So you decided to start writing it down. You'd bought a journal to write it all in. You set them up as a genuine letter and used about two pages worth to write how you were feeling. Both front and back.
Then Dean started getting under your skin. He flirted constantly and ever since you saw him that first day on campus, flirting with the other girls, you hadn't seen him do it again. He only had eyes for you now.
You'd grown close to Dean too. Maybe there was something there. But you knew you couldn't have both. Things were just so complicated and you still had to worry about actual college. Not boys who vied for your attention. Well if they actually wanted it.
When you thought about it you didn't mind sharing. Hell, that would be the perfect scenario, right?
Your dreams filled with both of the men. They were the only thing on your mind for the past week. But you had to focus. Schoolwork and soccer came first.
You were in Sam's class today, you were working on an assignment. He had the class research their favorite mythological creature and make a PowerPoint on it. You choose a Phoenix because they were badass and majestic.
He sat at his desk, looking at his laptop. You could feel every time he looked up at you. His pen tapped anxiously on his desk. Your eyes were glued to your screen and wrote down important details you'd need or want to use in the presentation.
Your phone buzzed next to you. The screen lit up and your attention turned to it. Dean's name popped up through iMessage and you set your pencil down to unlock your phone and look at it. Everyone on the team had their numbers so it wasn't too odd for him to be texting. That was, until you actually read the message.
Dean:
Hey! Since tomorrow is the weekend, I was wondering if you'd like to go see a movie or something? Eat dinner after?
Y/N:
Isn't that a little inappropriate? Asking your player on a date?
Dean:
Not if we just call it two friends hanging out. Plus I don't work directly through the school. I work as a mechanic.
Y/N:
And what do you think Sam will say about this?
Dean:
Who cares? It's not like I haven't shared with him before.
You slammed your phone down on the desk, heat rising to your face. Everyone turned their attention to the loud noise and you lowered your head, trying to conceal yourself.
Why did he have to say that?!
Your phone buzzed again. Then again. You were scared to look at it again.
Sam gave you an odd look. He looked confused and you dared to look back at him. The bell rang, signaling the end of class and he took in a deep breath, looking down at his laptop again before closing it.
You did the same, returning it to your bag. These small laptop were the schools but they were rented for this class. You were allowed to take them for the time being.
You looked at your phone to see the other messages Dean had sent, as much as you were afraid to.
Dean:
I take that as a yes then?
Dean:
I'll pick you up tonight around 8. See you then gorgeous ;)
You lowered your phone just as you pumped into a brick wall. Or rather, Sam's chest.
"Coach? What's up?"
His nostrils flared at his name. And he tried hard to suppress an angered shiver.
"You know damn well what's up. You've been ignoring me."
"And?" You asked, pretending to not notice his breathing stutter.
"And?! And you never gave me the chance to explain myself—"
"There's nothing to explain, Sam. You can fuck whoever you want. We're not together, probably never will be. I'm not going to stop you. Mrs. Levi really seems to like you and I'm sure her tits will rub you in all the right ways." You didn't mean to sound so mean but you couldn't help it. The jealousy just took over and made the words come out of its own volition.
His hands clenched and unclenched a few times, his eyes closing trying to calm himself down. You really worked this man to his core. Why? You didn't know but he was hot when he was angry. His chest flared out and his pecs pushed against the fabric of his white shirt.
You scoffed and tried to get around him, shaking your head. You didn't have to deal with this. Besides you had a date tonight. Well... a friendly hangout.
You didn't even get a step in before Sam pushed you against the wall. His breath was hot in your face and you yelped when he did it. His hands blocked either side of your head, making escape impossible. You looked at the door, which was open. If anyone walked by or in they would be suspicious by the scene.
"Sam.."
"Shut up." He growled, "Do you know how hard it's been trying to get you out of my head?"
"W-What?"
"I said shut up!" He yelled.
You whimpered and shut your eyes tight.
"....Y/N." His voice was lower.
You cautiously looked at him, "I hate it when you ignore me." He said, his eyes lingering on your lips.
"I hate it when you call me coach because I love the way my name sounds coming out of your mouth." If your heart could beat any faster, it might've beat right out of your chest.
"I don't want Mrs. Levi. I don't want anyone else but the one person I can't have because she's my fucking student."
He sighed, sliding his hands down the wall and back to his sides. You could leave now, but you couldn't help but stare at him. This gorgeous man in front of you just confessed he wanted you. Little did he know, you wanted him just as much. If not, more.
"I-I'm sorry." And you rushed out of the door. You couldn't bare to look back. Your heart ripped in half leaving him without saying anything but could you really say? Hey I'm falling in love with you but I'd probably get kicked out and ruin my chance at playing for a big soccer league so I can't be with you? Yeah you'd broke his heart enough by leaving.
••••
Sam's Brief POV
Y/N just left me. She ran out and didn't even look back. What was that supposed to tell me? I just poured my heart out to the girl and she fucking leaves! Well, I couldn't blame her. The school would fire me and probably kick her out if they found out about a teacher-student relationship.
I really didn't see the problem with it. It's not like this is high school, she's a big girl, well over the age.
I was frustrated though. She ignored me for so long, only speaking to Dean. And calling me coach, that pissed me off the most.
I always imagine what she sounds like, screaming out my name underneath me while I fuck her into the mattress. Then she goes and calls me coach. Ruins the moment really. Why her? Why did I have to get involved with her? That day she had us stay in the bed, and she dug her ass into my dick, that's what started it all.
I punched the wall in front of me. Though it barely even did anything since it was concrete. My knuckles slowly started to bleed but not too much. I wiped that same hand down my face before I notice a black book on the floor.
Is this Y/N's? She must have dropped it when she ran out.
I picked it up and opened it to the first page. I didn't intend to read it. I only wanted to see if there was a name or something to identify it. But I saw her handwriting and couldn't help myself.
These are... love letters? About... oh my god, these are about me.
-Part 6-
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PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x reader
WORD COUNT: 2k
WARNINGS: Language, underage drinking, attempted rape, gets a little sexual
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After you'd gotten your uniforms, you and Genevieve left to go to history together. You both had the same class which you were okay with that.
Mrs. Levi was the name of the teacher. She had firey red hair and crystal blue eyes. She wore a dress that pushed up her boobs to show the max amount of cleavage and make her boobs seem bigger. Every male student she thought was cute she'd personally deliver a syllabus to them, bending over so they got a good look. Of course, they didn’t seem to mind all that much.
She was beautiful, you couldn't deny that but the way she acted got under your skin. You were sure everyone else noticed the way she acted. It wasn't like she was trying to hide it.
"Hey, so there's gonna be a party for one of the fraternities. I was gonna go, you should come to." Genevieve nudged you, cutting you from your thoughts.
You grunted, "Gen I don't do parties. That's not why I came to college."
She stuck out her lower lip, giving you puppy dog eyes, "Please? I'll be there with you!" With that look it made it hard to say no to her. It's true, you didn't come here to party but you were 20, what's the worst that could happen?
"Fine. But I'm not staying there very long."
She squealed, earning some glares from other students, "All I need is an hour."
An hour. That's all she needed. You chuckled to yourself. Man this girl was gonna be the death of you.
••••
Later that night you sat in your dorm getting ready for the party. It most likely wasn't anything fancy so you stuck with a (F/C) crop top and black leggings that had parts that were see through in the front from mesh and black vans that would be comfortable enough for the hour that you stayed.
It was now almost 10 pm and the party would start soon but it wasn't much of a walk to the fraternity. You applied the minimum amount of makeup since you weren't much of a guru. Mascara, some lip gloss and you were done, letting your (H/C) fall over your shoulders.
Genevieve knocked on your door and walked in before you could answer. You didn't have a roommate. Your dorm was a single not like most of the dorms. You kind of wished she was your roommate but it was too late to switch.
You smiled and she smiled back at you, "Are you ready?" She asked.
You nodded and stood, grabbing your cellphone and key to the dorm. She laced her hand in yours, waffle style, and the two of you began your journey.
It was a crisp night, star littered the sky and it was a tad chilly. Things underneath your shirt hardened and became obvious.
You walked up the steps, hearing the pounding music even from the outside, and walked through the door. You were immediately hit by the stench of alcohol. You weren't much of a drinker, though you had the occasional glass of something. Most alcohol didn't suit your taste buds.
Genevieve pulled you through the crowd to the kitchen, grabbing you both a red solo cup, of course, and poured some bud light into it. Simple, nothing too harsh to start with. You took it and sipped at it, looking around and scanned the faces in the room next door. You saw some of the girls from the team dancing and grinding on some drunk guys.
Man if you had the balls to do that. Maybe people would think you were fun. You didn't mind though, solitude did you just fine. Plus you had the soccer team so that was plenty of human interaction.
You took another sip of your drink. Genevieve clapped you on the back, "Come on girly, you gotta let loose! Drink up and let's go dance!" She was way too excited. You gulped down the rest of your drink and she handed you a shot of vodka. You cringed at the drink and she gave you a look. You rolled your eyes and took it, throwing it back with a disgusted grimace. The burn on the way down warmed your body and you felt less tense than when you arrived.
You grinned and she offered her hand out to you before she gulped another shot herself. You grabbed it and she pulled you through the crowd once again. Once you arrived you both started bouncing up and down, your hands on her waist and hers on your shoulder, her head thrown back in bliss.
You both began to grind on each other, swaying your hips in between her leg, just enjoying the music that vibrated the ground. You both attracted the attention of a few guys. One took Genevieve from you, her attention now on grinding against him. Another guy swiped you from her.
He had blond hair and blue eyes, ones that you couldn't really focus on at the moment. He turned you so your ass was against his hips. You swayed just feeling the music. Suddenly you felt something hard rub against your ass and you knew what it was.
You pushed away from him, nervously chuckling, "I'm gonna go get another drink." You shouted above the music. He didn't want you to go, the pout on his face evident enough, but you snatched your arm from his grip and headed back to the kitchen.
You leaned against the sink. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Maybe you should just go home now before things could get worse and you got drunk off your rockers. The window in front of the sink was open, letting the nights cool air brush against your face.
"Y/N!!" Genevieve screeched your name, bouncing over to you and hugging you. She was obviously drunk. The stench of vodka on her breath repulsed you. She kissed your cheek multiple times and you had to pry her off of you.
"Gen, what's wrong with you?" You asked trying to hold back a giggle.
"Have I ever told you how *hiccup* beautiful you are?" She asked. Her eyes were unfocused. You worried about her, afraid to leave her there by herself.
"Gen maybe we should go back to the dorms."
She whined and shook her head, "No! Come on just drink some— *hiccup* more. Have a little fun for once." She grabbed the bottle of vodka and lifted it above your head, ready to pour it into your mouth. You had a bad feeling but you didn't want to ruin her fun so you sighed and opened your mouth.
She giggled and tipped it over, allowing a stream to fall to your mouth. When it filled your mouth, you closed it and harshly gulped it down.
"Jesus." You said, your body involuntary convulsed. You felt the familiar warmth and all ambitions as drained from you. You were such a lightweight. You began laughing uncontrollably. Gen joined and you both went back to the dance floor.
After about an hour and a half your body started to shut down, letting you know you were tired. Gen left upstairs with a guy about 15 minutes ago, leaving you alone. So when you got tired you left albeit wobbly and unsteady, you were able to get down the sidewalk without tripping.
You breathed in the fresh air, cold compared to the hot and sweaty was of all the bodies in the house. You moaned and held your head, the start of a headache beginning.
"Ouch!" Your shoe tripped over air, making you land on your knees on the the concrete floor.
"Need some help pretty lady?"
You looked up and it was the same blond guy you ditched from the party before. You smiled weakly and nodded. He chuckled and lended you his hand. You gratefully grabbed it and he pulled you up and into him, chest against chest.
His nose almost touched yours and he breathed out, the stench once again filling your nostrils. You became uncomfortable and tried to wiggle out of his grip.
He grinned, looking from your lips back to your eyes as his hands wondered down your body, gripping your ass cheeks and giving them a squeeze, "Now where's my reward?"
You pushed your hands against his chest, trying to get away from him but his grip only tightened.
"Get off of me!" You screamed. He didn't answer, only lowered his lips to your neck and started sucking, rubbing all over your butt and back. He had a hard on and ground it into your stomach.
"Come on, I'm just having a little fun." He finally spoke, mumbling on your neck.
Tears slid down your face, hating this. You should have left when you felt like you should have. You pushed again and again before his hand snaked it's way down your leggings, brushing against the front of your panties. That made you struggle more and when he pulled his face away from your neck, you lifted your hand and scratched his face.
He hissed, rage filling his features. "You bitch!"
You darted forward trying to run to your dorm before he could catch you, but he was faster and tripped you. You screamed at the top of your lungs and tears streamed from your eyes. You scratched and hit and did as much as you could before you heard a loud voice yell. It sounded familiar.
The blond guy above you cursed and ran off in the other direction. You closed your eyes, letting the tears fall as you sobbed and curled into the fetal position.
Hands softly touched your shoulder and leg, a soft voice full of concern coming from above you, "Y/N? Y/N, you're alright, he's gone. Look at me."
You didn't want to look, you wanted to drown in the darkness behind your eyelids. But the voice pulled you to it. Your (E/C) eyes met his hazel ones filled with concern. It only made you cry harder and you wanted to shrivel up and die.
You turned and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, taking comfort in his warmth.
"Sam.." you croaked out.
"Shh. It's okay. You're safe. Is it okay if I pick you up?" He asked and you nodded. He slipped his hand underneath your legs and one behind you back as you cling to his neck, bridal style. You shoved your head into his neck, taking in his scent. It made you want to sleep, knowing you would be safe in his arms.
"Where are we going?" You mumbled, eyes shut tightly.
"To my apartment. You'll be safe there, I promise. Its not far from here."
Maybe you should have said no but in that moment your heart told you to trust him. So you just whimpered and fell asleep in his arms.
-Part 3-
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PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x reader
WORD COUNT: 3k ish
WARNINGS: Language, dark humor, angst, almost smut 🙃
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay so, haha, idk how much of a slow burn this is gonna be like I said before because my fingers are just typing at their own will and things are just... happening heh 🙃
You were the first to wake up. Well, to be woken up at least. Groggy, you hadn't even opened your eyes before you pushed your butt back and felt something poking in between your thighs.
Not understanding quite then and there what it was, you pushed back more, wiggling around to decipher what it is. It got harder and you heard behind you, Sam groan. His hold on you tightened and you suddenly realized what it was.
You'd had boyfriends before. You knew they got morning wood and you'd teased them before as well. You gasped and shot up out of the bed, effectively waking both brothers.
Sam looked up, almost looking as though he was out of breath. His palm reached for his bulge to get some kind of friction before he woke up and realized you were blushing furiously and looking anywhere but him.
"Shit! Ah, I'm sorry Y/N!" He hastily got up and went into the bathroom. You heard the click of the lock and released the breath you'd been holding.
"What the hell?" Dean sat up. He looked at you then the door and back to you again before shaking his head and laughing.
He threw the covers out of the way and he himself sported some morning wood. You slapped your hands over your face, bouncing between your feet.
You heard him chuckled one last time before the door opened and closed. Peeking between your fingers you let out a sound just short of a frustrated shriek. What were these guys doing to you!
You had to somehow get back to your dorm before classes started, which you had time, today was Thursday, you didn't start classes until 12 and it was only 10, according to the little alarm clock on one of the bedside tables. But you were wearing Sam's clothes and wasn't wearing anything but a shirt and shorts. Your nipples poked through. You felt the draft of air from the shorts and anxiety built up in your chest.
You would just have to wear the clothes from last night. That was the only way, no matter how uncomfortable you'd be.
With a mixture of a sigh and a whimper, you begrudgingly put on the clothes. They were dirty and you felt even more dirty for putting them on.
You slipped from the room after placing Sam's clothes neatly folded on the bed and darted for the door. You thought you heard footsteps coming behind you but you shut the door and sprinted to your dorm too fast to find out.
••••
Putting the key in and hurriedly closing and locking the door behind you, you slid down the door to your butt and panted.
There was no way you could avoid those two for long but at least today you didn't have practice or a class with them. Well, Dean wasn't a teacher here, just the assistant coach so you didn't have to worry about having a class with him. But it made you wonder what else he did. Being an assistant coach couldn't be getting him far.
You got up from the floor and stripped of your clothes, throwing them in the trash, and put on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt with a leather jacket on. You brushed your hair and decided you could stand to go without makeup today.
You put some black flats on and brushed your teeth before grabbing your keys and phone to go out and grab some breakfast before heading to class.
You stopped at the gas station that was a five minute walk away to grab a few snacks as breakfast. The bell rang as you entered. Not many people were there only a few guys and another girl. You walked over to the snack area then thought about it. Maybe you should eat some fruit instead for once. Healthier than a honey bun or something.
You shrugged to yourself and walked over to the back to grab a water bottle then found yourself in front of a stack of black containers, filled with a variety of fruits. One had watermelon, pineapple, grapes and cantaloupe it looked like. Others had peaches and bananas with other fruit. You went with the first option.
You checked out and looked at the watch on your wrist, 11:30 am now. 10 minute walk to class, you'd be fine.
You picked at the fruits, popping each one into your mouth, not really paying attention as you walked to math class. Math wasn't your favorite subject but you had to take it if you wanted to graduate college.
"Y/N!" You looked up at the sound of your name and saw Dean walking towards you. Your eyes went wide and you looked around to find anything that could get you away from him but it was too late.
"I can't be avoided, Y/N. Neither can Sam. You're bound to go back to his class or practice sooner or later." He chuckled.
You groaned, angrily chewing on a piece of watermelon. He looked down at your container and grabbed a grape. You complained.
"Hey! You have money, go get your own grapes."
"Yeah but that's too far of a walk now." He smirked and winked at you.
"What are you doing here today anyway, practice isn't for another two days."
"Well, believe it or not, Missy, I dropped Sam off for his class. We do have a car ya know." He grabbed for another grape and you pulled the container away trying to stop him but he got one anyway.
You rolled your eyes, shoving the rest of the container in his hands and began walking to class, taking a sip of your water.
"Y/N, wait!" You huffed and turned around.
"What!"
"Look, about this morning. I know you were probably uncomfortable and I'm sorry about that. But don't blame Sam. We can't really help what happens in the morning." He looked down, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
"You really shouldn't apologize for that. I kind of wound him up and I didn't really realize it till it was too late."
He nodded and silence filled the air.
"How... how are you doing? After last night?" He asked. You knew he wasn't talking about with Sam but with the other kid. To be honest you hadn't even thought about it since you got home.
"I mean, it's not just gonna go away. I have a feeling I'm in for a few rough and restless nights but Sam saved me before it got too far, thankfully. Hopefully soccer can help me take my mind off of it."
He nodded, listening intently to your answer, "Well you can't avoid it as sorry as I am to say that. If you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm here okay?"
That warmed your heart. You smiled and looked back down to your watch. 11:50. Shit, you had to get to class.
"Thanks, but I gotta run before I'm late to class. I'll see you at practice, Coach!"
"Y/N!" He called out as you began to jog away.
"Yeah?" You got impatient.
"Call me Dean, please?"
You gave him a salute and jogged off, making it to class with 2 minutes to spare.
••••
The whole first week of college was introductions and syllabus' which was usually how the start of school went. A few classes gave you homework but it wasn't too bad. You turned it in the next day and was done with it.
You met with Gen again and asked what happened to her that night. She said she hooked up with a guy and tried to find you but couldn't so she figured you went back to your dorm after the hour was up and so did she. You couldn't tell her what really happened. She wouldn't forgive herself and you didn't want her to blame herself.
You were surprised the news didn't spread though. You figured the guy would be talking about it, texting his friends about it. But that would probably get him in more trouble. Thankfully you were in the clear.
The principal called you to his office to confirm what happened and since then, you hadn't had to deal with the whole situation anymore.
It felt like a breath of fresh air but the nightmares hadn't stopped. The panic attacks lessened and you were less jumpy but they did stop. You'd be in the bathroom and an image would flash in your head from that night and all of a sudden the breath would be gone from your lungs. You'd remember Sam's gentle touch and the way he helped you calm down and you'd be able to make it through.
Sam didn't really speak to you though you could tell he really wanted to. You wanted to as well. Being away from him made you feel cold almost.
But today you had soccer practice so you could see him. You were walking down the halls after changing into your uniform, when you heard a shrill voice cooing at someone.
"My, my, Mr. Winchester. You go to the gym everyday or are you just that sculpted?" She asked. You rounded the corner, slowly peaking out to see none other than Mrs Levi talking to Sam. She was close to him. Too close for your liking.
She was once again wearing something that pushed her boobs up so there was more cleavage. Did she go after everyone around here?
Her voice made you cringe, "I would like to get to know you, Mr. Winchester. And more so what's under those clothes." She grinned wickedly and anger flared up in your veins. You didn't know why you were acting like this. He wasn't yours and you certainly were his.
At that thought, your heart clenched in pain. Tears formed in your eyes and you had to walk away. You rushed passed them, ignoring the call of your name.You wiped the tears away frustratedly before you got to the field.
You tossed your bag on the bleachers. Dean came over and nudged you with his shoulder.
"Hey. What's up?"
You smiled up at him, hopefully your eyes weren't too puffy, "Nothing. Just ready to kick some balls."
He raised his eyebrows. He certainly had one dirty mind. You rolled your eyes at him.
"You know what I mean. Don't be nasty."
He held his hands up in surrender, "You said it not me."
"Mhmm." You laughed and ran over to where Genevieve was when you saw Sam rush up out of the corner of your eye. She was talking to some of the other girls and you walked up and joined in before he could catch you.
Dean gave him a raised eyebrow in question but he only sighed and waved him off.
He clapped, grabbing everyone's attention. His eyes fell to you but you looked away and pulled up your long socks and pretended to fix your cleats so you didn't have to look at him or even acknowledge him. You couldn't see the hurt look on his face.
"Uh, okay ladies. Today we'll practice in pairs. I want each pair to grab a ball and practice trying to get around the opposing player to score the ball. After that we'll come back together and try positioning each of you to see where you all feel comfortable."
You immediately looked at Genevieve who smiled and nodded. You two were definitely gonna be partners. You were the one to grab the ball though. She went over to her spot on the field.
"Y/N, can we talk? Please?" Sam whispered. But you didn't have time for him, nor did you want to discuss something you shouldn't have any feelings about.
"Sorry, coach, I've gotta practice." You knew calling him coach would get under his skin but you did it anyway and walked away with the ball. You thought you heard him growl and turned to look at him, a scowl on his face. Man, did it get to him that bad? You knew he wanted to be called Sam, but all the girls on the team called him Sam. Not just you. Same with Dean.
You shook your head with the roll of your eyes. "So dramatic." You whispered to yourself.
You had to say, you were pretty impressed with yourself. You managed to score the ball 15 times before Genevieve was able to stop you for the first time. She was technically the goalie in this situation. You even played with the ball, bouncing it from knee to knee and to your head then back to your foot, scoring it as you pulled your leg back just before the ball hit the ground and shot it into the goal.
"Wooo! Nothin but net!" You laughed as Genevieve huffed for the 3rd time. You could tell she didn't like being a goalie. It wasn't her strong suit that was for sure.
"Awe come on Gen, it's nothing personal! Would you like to switch?" You asked, going up behind her and hugging her. She swatted you're arms away and you reared back at the sting.
"Ouch! What was that for?!"
She glared at you before she broke out into a smile, "You know what that was for. Now switch me."
Still rubbing your arm, you take the different mesh top and gloves to go over your numbered jersey, something goalie wore to let people know that that's what position they were.
You bent your knees and stuck out your hands to the side and smirked, "Give me all you got baby."
She kicked the ball far enough before stopping it and turning back.
"As you wish."
She ran with a fast start, giving you little to no time to judge where she was going to kick it in. Her leg lifted and you noticed the angle her foot was.
Top right. You had a second to dive for the ball but you managed to jump just in time. It hit your chest hard, knocking some air out of your lungs.
You fell to the ground on your stomach, the ball clutched to your chest. You heaved and your vision blurred for a moment.
Genevieve gasped, her hands clutching her mouth, "Oh my gosh! Y/N! Are you okay? I'm sorry I didn't mean to kick it so hard!"
You couldn't breathe and held up a finger, signaling her to wait. She crouched to your level, a hand on your shoulder. She really was worried. How sweet.
You managed to breathe out in small bursts before you were able to take a deep breath, a stinging pain against your chest was all that was left.
"I'm *breath in* good." You gave her a thumbs up and a smile. She smiled in relief.
"Thank god. I thought we were going to have to get you to the nurses.
You laughed, "I dunno, I still might need to go. You might've just given me breast cancer."
She slapped your shoulder, "That's not funny, Y/N."
"Alright, alright. It wasn't funny. After a minute." You smirked and got up, wiping away the dirt from your front.
Both coaches came over to see if you were okay.
"Y/N. Are you alright? That was a pretty hard hit." Dean asked. You nodded and tossed the ball behind Genevieve. It rolled to a stop and you turned back to the coaches.
Sam still looked kind of angry but you ignored it.
"Alright ladies!" He yelled, "Let's decide you're positions now."
The girls came back and were all excited to see what they would get.
Sam has a clipboard in his hand and flipped the page, listing off everyone's positions. Genevieve was assigned the midfielder position and you somehow got goalkeeper. You didn't mind it and you liked being one but with your skill, you were better off as a forward or a midfielder.
You grunted in response. You thought Sam was punishing you and knew he was trying to do it to get you to talk to him because you saw the semi shocked look on Deans face. You weren't going to fall for it.
Two could play at that game.
-Part 5-
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@muchmorethanmuses - (Continuing from our text thread on samuelevanshq)
Sam was so happy when Rachel had reached out to him, while he loved being back in Lima and working with Coach Beiste as assistant coach to the Titans, he also really missed New York and his friends some days. The truth was, he would've taken any excuse to fly out to New York, but knowing he was flying there to help Rachel was just the cherry on top. Rachel had done so much for him, and he tried to repay that whenever he could.
Flying always made him a bit nervous, so he was completely relieved when his plane landed safely and he hurried through baggage claim and out into the arrivals, immediately spotting Rachel. Despite what she lacked in height - her smiling was beaming and radiant from a mile away and Sam grinned brightly right back as he made his way over to her, abandoning his suitcase momentarily to pull her into a big hug and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I’m so glad you texted Rachel!” He spoke happily as he embraced her tightly.
