I was going to write about Sam's graduation, but smut happened. Not gonna say I'm sorry, though. I know I can't be the only one who wants to have some Sam-smut in my life.

Anyhow - enjoy it now, because the title says it all.

Jackie was sitting on Sam's lap, her thighs on both sides of his, feeling the heat of his body against her own, and that was all it took to fill her with such pleasure, such happiness that it threatened to shatter something in her chest.

"Sam-" she breathed into the kiss. "Sam, I love you-"

He made a low moan that sent shivers through her spine - but broke the kiss, rested his forehead on hers.

"Is something wrong, sweetie?" she asked, leaning back to get a better look at him. "You seem… distracted."

He gave her one of his strained smiles.

"I'm sorry… it's just-"

"Tell me."

"I can't help thinking that Dean and dad are going to miss my graduation."

"Oh," Jackie replied and blinked a couple of times.

She had been so immersed in their kissing, that the thought of tomorrow had slipped her mind - which immediately made her feel like an idiot.

Of course, Sam would be thinking about his graduation.

Of course, he'd want his family to be there.

Jackie took a deep breath - if they were going to be talking instead of fucking, she needed to get her shit together. It was hard though - she had serious difficulties in concentrating on anything but Sam's lips.

"So, Dean and your dad? What makes you think they're gonna miss your graduation?" she asked, clearing her throat.

Sam shrugged.

"That they're working a job a couple of states over?"

Fricking hunters. Always saving the world and neglecting their loved ones.

A sudden desire to punch John Winchester in the face filled Jackie's mind. How could that man treat his son like that? Why the heck couldn't he let even this one job go, and be here for Sam?

And Dean? Jackie made a mental note to smack some sense into that kid the next time they met.

"Honey, I'm sure Dean's gonna do everything he can to get back in time," she said, sounding more certain than she was. "He wouldn't miss the graduation of his little brother for the world."

Sam was silent for a couple of heartbeats, then his hazel gaze met hers.

"And Dad?"

Jackie made a face.

"In my experience, fathers always let you down. Hell, I haven't seen my dad since I was 5!"

Sam's eyes softened, his gentle fingers touched her cheek, followed the line of her jaw, and Jackie couldn't help a shiver that ran through her body.

That boy could make her fall into pieces with just a touch of his hand.

"I'm sorry about that," he said. "I'm sorry you lost your parents."

"It was a long time ago."

"Still-"

But Jackie silenced him, placing a finger on his lips. She couldn't take his pity, his empathy. His kindness always threatened to break the ice in her heart, the stone-cold wall she had built around the wound that her mother's death had left behind.

She wasn't ready for that, didn't know if she'd ever be.

"I might not have that much experience with fathers-" she said. "But I know your dad loves you."

"So you keep saying."

"Because it's true," Jackie replied. "Still - it might not be enough for him to show up tomorrow. So maybe don't get your hopes up?"

He was silent for a short while, his hands rested on her hips, his thumbs absentmindedly playing with the belt loops on the waistband of her jeans.

"I just wish…" he started, then paused as if in search of the right words. "I guess that I just wish I had a normal family. Just a regular dad, who would've played softball with me, who would've come to the school plays, who would have... cared. A dad who wouldn't go hunting rugarus the day before my graduation."

"I know," Jackie said, taking his hands, their fingers entwining. "But normal is so fucking overrated anyways. Besides, you can't change other people. You can't change how your dad has treated you - you can only come to terms with it."

"That sounded a bit like kitchen sink psychology."

"Doesn't mean it's not true." Jackie shrugged.

"At least I don't have to stay here forever. I mean, after tomorrow I'm free, right? I can have a better future."

"That's true," she said, with a soft smile and placed a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Our future."

But is it really gonna be a better future for him, if he stays with you? For you can never give him that normal family he so desperately longs for. You can't even give him kids.

Jackie silenced that inner voice, pushed it away into the darkest corner of her mind.

This moment was all they had - it was all anybody had.

Sam's hands lingered on her hips, those beautiful long-fingered hands she loved so much. She leaned closer to him, pressing her chest against his, wrapping her arms around his neck. The way his chest rose with a rapid inhale, his throat bobbed as he swallowed, told Jackie just how much he liked it.

"Jackie-" he breathed hoarsely, as she placed a light kiss on the side of his neck, inhaling his scent into her lungs.

His pulse quickened under her lips and taking notice of that, Jackie couldn't help the awakening need in her gut.

"Do you remember?" she asked. "Our first time-?"

A slow smile spread on his lips.

"Hell, yeah." he made a low chuckle. "I think about it every time I see this couch."

"So do I. Makes me think all kinds of dirty thoughts."

His hands moved to her lower back, to her butt, those strong, big, beautiful hands, their fingers digging into the softness of her backside.

"So, you said Dean and your dad are a couple of states away?" Jackie asked, bringing her lips back to his neck. Sam's reply was hardly more than a wordless moan, as her lips traveled down, kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin just over his shirt collar.

"I know just the thing to take your mind off stuff." she breathed teasingly.

"Oh Yeah? And what's that?"

"You're about to find out."

Burying her fingers deep into his hair she kissed him, her tongue entering his mouth. His chest heaving, he gripped her harder, their bodies pressing tight against each other. Against her inner thigh, Jackie felt something hard in his jeans, and the way Sam groaned into the kiss when she lowered her weight on him, told her she wasn't the only one who was burning.

"You really wanna do it here?" he asked, breaking the kiss.

Just the low tone of his voice was almost enough to make Jackie spontaneously combust.

"Yeah. And I wanna be on top for once. Like we did then."

"Awesome-" Sam said, and suddenly his hands were in her hair, pulling her closer, back into the kiss, and even if she was the one on top, he was clearly the one in control. She moaned as his lips forced her mouth open, as his tongue found hers. His arms were so strong around her body, his fingers deep in her curls, and she loved it-

- but she leaned back, breaking their contact.

"Keep your hands to yourself, mister."

"Jackie—"

His hands were still on her skin, now moving back to her waist, starting to peel up her shirt-

"Or do I have to tie you up?"

That made his hands stop.

The wicked smile that spread on Sam's lips made something melt in Jackie's gut.

"You might have to." he rasped.

Oh, I'm going to Hell for this!

Without another word, she moved her fingers to his waist, opened the buckle, and with one swift move tore off the belt.

"Your hands," she commanded - and only after a heartbeat or so, he obeyed.

Still straddling him, she tied his hands together behind his neck, securing his wrists with the belt - and by God, it turned her on more than anything in a long time.

It was true that she usually enjoyed being the submissive one in these games, and the one time Sam had tied her down to his bed, was still one of Jackie's all-time favorite memories, but-

But seeing Sam like this in front of her was just intoxicating. It switched something on in her mind, something wicked, almost evil, the darker side of her nature.

He looked so young. So fucking innocent.

His chest was rising with shallow breaths and in his dark eyes, there was a challenge.

How far are you gonna take this?

Her heartbeat was heavy and fast in her ribcage, her cheeks were burning - but her hands were slow, as she peeled up his T-shirt, pulled it over his head - and left it crumpled around his tied wrists, revealing his naked upper body to her caresses. The hardness of his muscles blew her mind every damn time - his torso was a fucking work of art. She let her fingers follow the line of his collar bone, to feel the softness of the skin of his chest - he made a sharp hiss, as his nipples turned hard under her touch.

"Kiss me-" Sam groaned, but Jackie shook her head.

"Impatient." She smirked.

Instead, she dipped down her head, again to kiss the side of his neck, where his frantic pulse met her lips. Slow, so agonizingly slow, she made a trail of kisses downwards, to his collarbone - and he was shivering now, making those low, throaty sounds of need that always drove her nuts.

Her hands were light and teasing, as she opened the buttons of his jeans.

"Jackie-"

"Stop talking. Or I'll gag you."

Sam chuckled, his voice low and dark. "You're evil."

"Oh, you have no idea."

She stood up and took a good look at the boy on the couch in front of her: his long, denim-covered legs, feet still in boots - always with those sturdy boots as if he was about to go hunting any minute. His bare upper body, the tight muscles of his abdomen, those broad shoulders - and the narrow hips, the dark trail of hair on his belly leading downwards, down to the waistband of his boxers-

Jackie's mouth went dry.

Having sudden difficulties in swallowing, she drew her eyes up to meet his gaze - his dilated pupils in those amazing color-changing eyes that widened as she slowly started to peel off her clothes. First the T-shirt, then the jeans, and as she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, Sam made a low moan.

"Babe-"

"I said you're not allowed to talk." Jackie purred. "So, be silent, boy."

Sam shut his mouth, but his throat bobbed as his gaze wandered on her body.

Jackie took her time sliding her panties down her long legs, making sure Sam never took his eyes off her, and only when she was completely naked, did she climb back on his lap. The muscles on Sam's arms twitched, as he tried to release his wrists from the bond, but the knot held.

"You're mine." she breathed, her hands moving to Sam's chest, to his waist. "You're not going anywhere 'till I say so."

Kissing him feverishly, Jackie pushed down his jeans and his boxers. Eagerly Sam lifted his hips to make it easier - and his rock-hard erection was freed from the agony of his clothes.

Jackie's mouth went dry of wanting.

She needed him so bad, it felt like her blood was boiling, like someone had carved out the marrow of her bones. The emptiness inside of her core was killing her, making her lose her mind.

Without breaking the kiss, she reached down and gripped him tight - which made Sam growl into her mouth - and she lowered her weight on him, taking him in.

"Oh, shit-" Sam moaned. "Shit, Jackie-"

Her only answer was to kiss him harder. Their mouths collided, tongues entwining, teeth scraping. Jackie tasted blood in the kiss and didn't even care if it was hers or his.

This moment was everything.

Suddenly the world ceased to be this scary, chaotic place where she had no home, no future. It only took this - Sam, so deep inside of her core that she saw stars - and she was scared no more.

This was home. This was the future.

She would die if he ever left her.

"Tell me you're mine." she breathed, her lips still touching his. "Tell me, even if it is a lie."

"It's the truth." he rasped through his teeth. "I'm yours-"

Jackie buried her face into his neck, kissed his skin, tasted the salt and the sulfur, and it went into her head like heroine.

"Fuck-" she moaned, rocking her hips against his. "Sam-"

And he was trembling under her, all his muscles clenched tight, the tendons of his neck hard under the skin as he clenched his jaw. The sounds of pleasure he made were insanely hot, the sharp hiss that escaped through his teeth, the low growl that was born deep inside of his chest-

Jackie reached up, to grab his tied wrists, to push his hands against the wall with force, making him groan.

His dick inside of her felt too good-

She was about to fall, to fall off a cliff without a parachute-

She was exploding, she was a dying star-

And she needed him deeper, deeper inside of her, his tongue in her mouth, his sweaty skin on hers, and-

"Sam..!"

The climax sent her mind spinning through space and time. Roses bloomed on her closed eyelids, the sweet pulse of her insides against the hardness of his cock felt like dying, dying in the sweetest way.

It took forever to come down from that high, to find herself still in Sam's lap, her shivering arms around his neck, his dick - oh God, that gorgeous source of immense pleasure - still buried deep inside of her.

Slowly Jackie found herself back in her body, in her feverish, tender flesh. She ran her fingers through Sam's hair, brushed his lips with her own. The taste of blood and demon was still on her tongue, making her heartbeat fast and uneven.

"That was beautiful-" Sam breathed.

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet, love," Jackie replied softly, circling her hips against his. The rough fabric of his jeans scraped the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, a sharp hiss of pleasure left Sam's lips. He was still rock hard inside of her, and by God - Jackie was gonna make him feel just as good as she felt.

"Jackie-" his tone was desperate, her name a prayer on his lips.

"Yeah?"

She moved her hips faster, clenched him with her inner muscles so that he groaned out loud.

"Please-" he was panting now, barely able to speak. "I need to-"

"What, you need to come?" Jackie chuckled by his ear.

"Babe, please-"

And she stopped the movement of her hips, making him moan in desperation.

"You're impatient," she smirked, taking his face in her hands, placing a small kiss on his lips.

"You're one to talk."

"Oh! Didn't I tell you to be silent?" Jackie sighed. "If you keep talking, I might have to leave you like this. All tied up on this couch, your jeans halfway on-"

That made Sam chuckle - a sound Jackie felt on her body, all the way to her insides.

"What would you do, if I teleported away right now?" she smirked, "Left you here like this - all helpless, all needy-"

"You wouldn't-"

"I might." she grinned wickedly. "You said it yourself - I'm evil."

With that, she rose so that he slid off her - and he made a desperate, low groan.

"Jackie, come on-"

But her hands were on his dick before he could say more, gripping him hard and tight, just the way she knew he loved it - and a relieved breath left his lips.

"You silly boy," Jackie said. "Scared you there, didn't I?"

His only reply was a soft moan, as his head fell back against his tied wrists. Staying on his lap, she began to caress him - first slow, then little by little fastening her pace, gripping him even harder until he was squirming under her touch, all his muscles tense, small droplets of sweat traveling towards the hollow of his neck-

"I love you." She breathed, her lips brushing his. "I love you, Sam Winchester. I'll always love you-"

-even if you'll break my heart.

With a low growl, he came, his cum spurting out of his cock in hot, white ropes that landed all over her - on her hands, on her belly, and breasts.

"Fuck-" his voice was thick in his throat. "Oh God-"

Jackie let go of his cock, and not caring that her hands were sticky with his cum, she buried them in his hair and kissed him, inhaled his fast breaths until he cooled down.

"That was fucking awesome-." Sam moaned throatily into her mouth. "Like straight out of a porno."

She flashed him a sinful grin. "I'm gonna take that as a compliment."

"I meant it as such."

"I know, sweetie." A soft kiss on his lips. "And guess what?"

"What?"

"I think it's past midnight." She said silently, pressing her naked body against his. "Happy graduation day, love. The first day of our future."

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