Her Ghost (Sam/Jess)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairings: Sam/Jess
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Public sex, masturbation, and a bit dirty talk.
Type: Oneshot
Words: 1,812
Summary: Sam thinks of his more sexy adventures of he and Jess, while laying in bed.
Disclaimer: I not not owe Dean, Sam, nor Jess. No copyright infringement is intended.
When Sam thought about Jess, he thought about her, and only her. The way she used to be, the way she used to look. It was always so vibrant, like a glossy picture postcard, describing in detail every inch of her wonderous form, so unlike his usual yellowing, faded, burned around the edges memories. Those long, natural waves of sunlight hair, cascading down her back, brushing her shoulders, falling past her breasts to linger against her ribcage. Those ocean colored eyes. That freckle between her eyebrows. The way her head fit neatly between his pecs, pert bosom pushing against his abdomen. This is where his thoughts lingered into something a little different...
It happened so often, especially on the nights where Dean was out, getting laid by random barmaid number fifty-four. His hand would rub across his bare chest, fingertips brushing across his hardening nipples, and stretches lower towards his hips, sweatpants hanging low on the narrow expanse of waist. Already, he would be hardening, knowing what would happen next. His eyes would be shut tight, underneath blown black with lust, and his mind would be haze of memories of his lost love. The thoughts would darken, but lose none of their vibrancy. Nothing could clean away the vivid image of his Jess.
There were many things he had loved about her. When his mind was in this mode, it would think about the sexier things. Like how she was a little wild, adventurous, and bold. How she was into all sorts of different kinks, and exploring these wicked sins with him, and only him. She was not a virgin when she met him, but the way she went about doing things made it seem like it was her first time, in terms of how timid she was. Her expertise was another thing all together, but she could be a little shy when they first started out. After they had really gotten to know one another, she was more daring, less scared, and a whole 'nother person altogether.
His mind drifted towards deeper memories, ones that stood out against the rest. She had dragged him to some stupid club that was near their college, and was frequented by their peers. He didn't want to go, but she had insisted he stop studying for one minute to enjoy himself. She had a few drinks, enough to get her good and inebriated, but not sloppy drunk. Never that much. But she was well beyond tipsy within the first hour. It was at this point that things started to get interesting for the two young lovers.
Jess was a sneaky little devil when she was like this. She kept bumping him with her shoulder every time someone made her laugh. Eventually, her hand found it's way to his knee. This was nothing new to them; she was always finding little ways to touch him. It was when her manicured nails started to drag up and down his thigh that got him squirming a little in his chair. When she moved upwards, towards his stiffening cock, and started to rub up and down against the suddenly constricting jeans he wore, his eyes went wind, and he had to clear his throat. The table they sat at covered up any of their movement underneath it, and Jess went on talking, hand moving indiscreetly, like nothing at all was happening, while Sam was near itching to bend her over the table, and fuck her senseless. In the hotel room, he started to rub himself over the material of his sweatpants, trying to mimic her secret strokes.
Sam had to excuse himself to the bathroom, mostly to readjust himself in his pants, and when he came back to their table, her friends (his friends?) had told them that she had wanted to wander around the club for a bit. Of course he was scared. He was always scared for her. There were things out there, monsters lurking in the dark. He had known this since his childhood, but Jess did not. Some of the things had a thing for pretty little blondes, who had the scent of lavender wafting off their skin like Jess had. He scanned the club anxiously with his eyes, did a sweep, dodging the gyrating dancers that stood in his way.
When he still couldn't find her, he started to panic, before he saw a small staircase leading upstaires to another set of tables, and a little balcony, overlooking the dance floor. Hurrying up the stairs, he was near disgruntled to find that it was mostly empty. Looking towards the railing, he breathed a sigh of relief, when he found her, leaning over the edge, casually looking at the scene below. His eyes darkened when the idea popped into his head, and he remembered how desire stricken he had been when she had been doing her thing, underneath the table, just moments before. Striding up to her, he quickly pulled flush up against her back, effectively pinning her to the railing. She gasped, of course, as she would being so surprised. When his lips found their way to her ear, she lightened up, knowing that it was just her boyfriend.
"You're kind of evil, you know that?" he whispered, breath hot against her ear. "Getting me so worked up, and then abandoning me in a place I didn't even want to be at in the first place."
"And you're kind of kinky," she replied, voice a pinch louder. "Enjoying the rub down in clear vicinity of strangers, and friends alike."
Jess leaned back a little, rubbing her sweet ass against his crotch, getting him hard again, in just a few simple movements. It never took him long to respond to her wicked ways, especially since he had already been aroused since the first time her hand found it's way to him. In the motel, Sam palmed a hand over his dick, pretending it was her rear end, grinding against him.
"Oh, yeah?" he whispered, his tone dark and foreboding. "Let's see how you like it."
A strong hand trailed down her arm, the length of her short, lacy, black skirt, then peeling it upward, to reveal a view of her creamy white thigh. Jess gasped again, just a little, eyes drifting shut, as she reveled in the feeling of him doing this to her in a room crowded with people. His hand left her skirt to pull down her little black panties, exposing her ass, and moving back a little. Then he went to undo his belt, pull down his zipper, and pull free his cock, before pushing it against her. Sam pulled down his sweatpants a little so that his dick popped free of them in the motel. Jess giggled, voice ghosting in his memories, shaking her butt back and forth, making him even harder than he was before.
"You've been so very naughty, teasing me the way you did," he growled into her ear.
"Mm," she moaned a little. "Then do something about it. Teach me a lesson, Sam."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he said. "Bending you over this railing, pulling up your skirt, ass exposed for all to see, and spanking you until you turned bright red. Such a pretty sight. I might do that when we get back home. But for now, I'm just going to satisfy myself."
Jess moaned again. He knew she'd be wet; she always did like it when he talked dirty to her. She'd be wet, without him even having to touch her. Sam spit on his hand to get it ready, just as the ghost of him did, and rubbing his cock, in short, sweet strokes, he lined up with her. He rubbed the head around her opening a little, getting the proof of how wet she was, just from his naughty words to her, and teasing her a bit. The way they were pushed up together, and the way she was in front of him, hid them from view of any lingering eyes who happened to look up at them. It was so wrong, and so dirty, and so fucking hot.
After he had sufficiently drove her crazy, and he could tell by the way she was writhing back against him, he suddenly shoved inside of her, going as far as he could go at the awkward angle. Both of them moaned out, as he slid back out a little, before pushing back in, both of them rising up a little with the movement in time with a deep intake of breath. As he pulled down a little, he began talking again.
"Don't you just love this, my naughty little girl?" he whispered. "Bend forward just a bit. And move, pretend like we're dancing."
Jess complied, bending forward over the railing a little, and started to sway her hips, just the slightest movement, with him trapped inside of her. Swallowing a groan of appreciation, he made his thrusts short and shallow, not wanting to alert anyone to what they were doing. Motel Sam gave himself matching stroke, nothing that would make him come yet, but it felt so good imagining it was her.
"Yesss," she hissed out loud. "Sam, baby, c'mon, give me more. I'm begging you."
"Have to do a lot better than that," he groaned back. "Room full of people. Could be watching us. Could catch on. I don't know if you deserve it, either. Been so bad."
"Only for you, Sam," she moaned back. "Please, baby. I need this, I need to feel more. I can't stand it, driving me crazy."
"I shouldn't..." he conceded then. "But you always know what to say to make me break."
Sam used his hand to press her further over the balcony, and used the angle to shove himself in, deep and hard. Three thrusts were all it took for Jess to come, no fingers playing with her, no lovebites. Grabbing her back up by the back of her shirt, he continued to pump into her, fast pace, slow burn, with Jess still coming around him. Walls fluttering, sweet constriction. In the motel, Sam pumped himself harder and faster, until, in unison with his memory, the both came.
But when the present Sam hit his climax, it was in tears. He could remember her, he could gratify himself on her ghost, but he would never again have her. She'd never be there at Halloween, dressed as a sexy nurse, never drag him out to stupid clubs, never massage his shoulders as he stressed over finals, never kiss his forehead when they went to sleep. She was gone, and a part of him was, as well. There was a hole inside his chest that he feared would never mend. She'd never be his again... because she was dead... and he had let her die. She was just gone...
Pairings: Sam/Jess
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Public sex, masturbation, and a bit dirty talk.
Type: Oneshot
Words: 1,812
Summary: Sam thinks of his more sexy adventures of he and Jess, while laying in bed.
Disclaimer: I not not owe Dean, Sam, nor Jess. No copyright infringement is intended.
When Sam thought about Jess, he thought about her, and only her. The way she used to be, the way she used to look. It was always so vibrant, like a glossy picture postcard, describing in detail every inch of her wonderous form, so unlike his usual yellowing, faded, burned around the edges memories. Those long, natural waves of sunlight hair, cascading down her back, brushing her shoulders, falling past her breasts to linger against her ribcage. Those ocean colored eyes. That freckle between her eyebrows. The way her head fit neatly between his pecs, pert bosom pushing against his abdomen. This is where his thoughts lingered into something a little different...
It happened so often, especially on the nights where Dean was out, getting laid by random barmaid number fifty-four. His hand would rub across his bare chest, fingertips brushing across his hardening nipples, and stretches lower towards his hips, sweatpants hanging low on the narrow expanse of waist. Already, he would be hardening, knowing what would happen next. His eyes would be shut tight, underneath blown black with lust, and his mind would be haze of memories of his lost love. The thoughts would darken, but lose none of their vibrancy. Nothing could clean away the vivid image of his Jess.
There were many things he had loved about her. When his mind was in this mode, it would think about the sexier things. Like how she was a little wild, adventurous, and bold. How she was into all sorts of different kinks, and exploring these wicked sins with him, and only him. She was not a virgin when she met him, but the way she went about doing things made it seem like it was her first time, in terms of how timid she was. Her expertise was another thing all together, but she could be a little shy when they first started out. After they had really gotten to know one another, she was more daring, less scared, and a whole 'nother person altogether.
His mind drifted towards deeper memories, ones that stood out against the rest. She had dragged him to some stupid club that was near their college, and was frequented by their peers. He didn't want to go, but she had insisted he stop studying for one minute to enjoy himself. She had a few drinks, enough to get her good and inebriated, but not sloppy drunk. Never that much. But she was well beyond tipsy within the first hour. It was at this point that things started to get interesting for the two young lovers.
Jess was a sneaky little devil when she was like this. She kept bumping him with her shoulder every time someone made her laugh. Eventually, her hand found it's way to his knee. This was nothing new to them; she was always finding little ways to touch him. It was when her manicured nails started to drag up and down his thigh that got him squirming a little in his chair. When she moved upwards, towards his stiffening cock, and started to rub up and down against the suddenly constricting jeans he wore, his eyes went wind, and he had to clear his throat. The table they sat at covered up any of their movement underneath it, and Jess went on talking, hand moving indiscreetly, like nothing at all was happening, while Sam was near itching to bend her over the table, and fuck her senseless. In the hotel room, he started to rub himself over the material of his sweatpants, trying to mimic her secret strokes.
Sam had to excuse himself to the bathroom, mostly to readjust himself in his pants, and when he came back to their table, her friends (his friends?) had told them that she had wanted to wander around the club for a bit. Of course he was scared. He was always scared for her. There were things out there, monsters lurking in the dark. He had known this since his childhood, but Jess did not. Some of the things had a thing for pretty little blondes, who had the scent of lavender wafting off their skin like Jess had. He scanned the club anxiously with his eyes, did a sweep, dodging the gyrating dancers that stood in his way.
When he still couldn't find her, he started to panic, before he saw a small staircase leading upstaires to another set of tables, and a little balcony, overlooking the dance floor. Hurrying up the stairs, he was near disgruntled to find that it was mostly empty. Looking towards the railing, he breathed a sigh of relief, when he found her, leaning over the edge, casually looking at the scene below. His eyes darkened when the idea popped into his head, and he remembered how desire stricken he had been when she had been doing her thing, underneath the table, just moments before. Striding up to her, he quickly pulled flush up against her back, effectively pinning her to the railing. She gasped, of course, as she would being so surprised. When his lips found their way to her ear, she lightened up, knowing that it was just her boyfriend.
"You're kind of evil, you know that?" he whispered, breath hot against her ear. "Getting me so worked up, and then abandoning me in a place I didn't even want to be at in the first place."
"And you're kind of kinky," she replied, voice a pinch louder. "Enjoying the rub down in clear vicinity of strangers, and friends alike."
Jess leaned back a little, rubbing her sweet ass against his crotch, getting him hard again, in just a few simple movements. It never took him long to respond to her wicked ways, especially since he had already been aroused since the first time her hand found it's way to him. In the motel, Sam palmed a hand over his dick, pretending it was her rear end, grinding against him.
"Oh, yeah?" he whispered, his tone dark and foreboding. "Let's see how you like it."
A strong hand trailed down her arm, the length of her short, lacy, black skirt, then peeling it upward, to reveal a view of her creamy white thigh. Jess gasped again, just a little, eyes drifting shut, as she reveled in the feeling of him doing this to her in a room crowded with people. His hand left her skirt to pull down her little black panties, exposing her ass, and moving back a little. Then he went to undo his belt, pull down his zipper, and pull free his cock, before pushing it against her. Sam pulled down his sweatpants a little so that his dick popped free of them in the motel. Jess giggled, voice ghosting in his memories, shaking her butt back and forth, making him even harder than he was before.
"You've been so very naughty, teasing me the way you did," he growled into her ear.
"Mm," she moaned a little. "Then do something about it. Teach me a lesson, Sam."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he said. "Bending you over this railing, pulling up your skirt, ass exposed for all to see, and spanking you until you turned bright red. Such a pretty sight. I might do that when we get back home. But for now, I'm just going to satisfy myself."
Jess moaned again. He knew she'd be wet; she always did like it when he talked dirty to her. She'd be wet, without him even having to touch her. Sam spit on his hand to get it ready, just as the ghost of him did, and rubbing his cock, in short, sweet strokes, he lined up with her. He rubbed the head around her opening a little, getting the proof of how wet she was, just from his naughty words to her, and teasing her a bit. The way they were pushed up together, and the way she was in front of him, hid them from view of any lingering eyes who happened to look up at them. It was so wrong, and so dirty, and so fucking hot.
After he had sufficiently drove her crazy, and he could tell by the way she was writhing back against him, he suddenly shoved inside of her, going as far as he could go at the awkward angle. Both of them moaned out, as he slid back out a little, before pushing back in, both of them rising up a little with the movement in time with a deep intake of breath. As he pulled down a little, he began talking again.
"Don't you just love this, my naughty little girl?" he whispered. "Bend forward just a bit. And move, pretend like we're dancing."
Jess complied, bending forward over the railing a little, and started to sway her hips, just the slightest movement, with him trapped inside of her. Swallowing a groan of appreciation, he made his thrusts short and shallow, not wanting to alert anyone to what they were doing. Motel Sam gave himself matching stroke, nothing that would make him come yet, but it felt so good imagining it was her.
"Yesss," she hissed out loud. "Sam, baby, c'mon, give me more. I'm begging you."
"Have to do a lot better than that," he groaned back. "Room full of people. Could be watching us. Could catch on. I don't know if you deserve it, either. Been so bad."
"Only for you, Sam," she moaned back. "Please, baby. I need this, I need to feel more. I can't stand it, driving me crazy."
"I shouldn't..." he conceded then. "But you always know what to say to make me break."
Sam used his hand to press her further over the balcony, and used the angle to shove himself in, deep and hard. Three thrusts were all it took for Jess to come, no fingers playing with her, no lovebites. Grabbing her back up by the back of her shirt, he continued to pump into her, fast pace, slow burn, with Jess still coming around him. Walls fluttering, sweet constriction. In the motel, Sam pumped himself harder and faster, until, in unison with his memory, the both came.
But when the present Sam hit his climax, it was in tears. He could remember her, he could gratify himself on her ghost, but he would never again have her. She'd never be there at Halloween, dressed as a sexy nurse, never drag him out to stupid clubs, never massage his shoulders as he stressed over finals, never kiss his forehead when they went to sleep. She was gone, and a part of him was, as well. There was a hole inside his chest that he feared would never mend. She'd never be his again... because she was dead... and he had let her die. She was just gone...