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In the Library (NSFW)

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Sam x Reader x Dean

Words: 1,140

Summary: Sam and Y/N are having some fun in the library when Dean gets home.

Warnings: Cis woman Reader, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up, y'all), oral sex (male receiving), threesome, no Wincest

Written for a Patron request

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Sam’s hands are huge where they curl around and dig into the backs of your thighs. His grip is firm, supporting your weight and keeping things slow as you sink down on his cock. The surface of the library table is hard under your knees. You’re going to have to wipe Sam’s butt print off it later but you really can’t mind. Not when your ass finally meets his thighs, his cock as deep inside of you as can be in this position. His chest is pressed tight against your own and you can feel his abs flex with the effort to keep himself sitting upright. Sam’s breath is hot against the curve of your throat where you know you’ll have an impressive bruise in the morning.

“Good girl,” Sam praises. His hands shift up to your waist, holding you in place. “Pretty girl.”

Your cheeks burn, pleasure zinging through your body at his words. Something about the way they roll off his tongue melts you every time. That little hint of a Southern accent he picked up somewhere along the way. The low rumble of the words from deep in his chest, darkened by arousal and something dangerous that you know you’ll never get enough of.

“Gonna lay back,” Sam continues.

You nod and Sam shifts to lean back on his elbows and then flat on his back. His eyes are dark where they stay locked on yours. His grip on your waist loosens, the signal you’ve been waiting for.

You lean forward, bracing yourself against Sam’s chest. You rise up slowly and feel every inch of his cock as you do. When you sink down again, you can’t help the moan that falls from your lips. He always fills you so perfectly. Thick and long, so much longer than any man you’d been with before you met the Winchesters.

Sam’s hands on your waist help to steady you as you find a regular pace. His eyes trace over your body. The jiggle of your breasts with each bounce, the softness of your belly, the flex of your thighs. All things that you might have felt self-conscious about in the past but now, Sam’s hungry gaze just makes your cunt throb around his cock.

“Fucking gorgeous.”

The words are a growl and you shiver in response, your rhythm faltering for a second. Sam chuckles and gives an encouraging roll of his hips. You whine in response.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Use my cock. Make yourself cum.”

That won’t be an issue. Arousal is already building in your pelvis. His cock curves just so and the angle has it rubbing against that spot inside that drives you crazy. Your breath is picking up from the exertion and the pleasure combined.

When one of Sam’s hands slips down to rub his thumb just above your clit, that’s all it takes. Your body stiffens, your fingernails dig into his chest, and pleasure rocks through you. Your thighs clench tight on either side of Sam’s hips in a mirror of your internal muscles around his cock.

Sam works you through it, murmuring praise the whole time. You slump forward and he catches you, propping you up while you catch your breath.

“Such a good girl,” he’s saying. “I gotcha. Deep breaths.”

Your body is a little shaky with the aftershocks of your orgasm but the slow burn of arousal hasn’t died, just backed off a bit. Once you’ve steadied yourself, you’ll definitely be ready to go again. Before you can do that, though, a voice from behind you has you almost scrambling off of Sam in surprise.

“Now that’s a sight I wouldn’t mind coming home to more often.”

Sam’s hands hold you in place, tight on your hips. Your head snaps around and Dean chuckles from where he’s leaned against the concrete arch that marks the boundary between the crow’s nest and the library. Even from here, you can see the hungry appreciation in his gaze and the bulge in his jeans.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” Sam says. His thumbs stroke the point of your hip bones as you relax again.

“That’s an understatement.”

Dean pushes himself off the wall and makes his way across the library to stand beside the table. Once he’s close enough, he reaches out to curl one hand around the back of your neck and pull you in for a kiss. It’s softer than you expected but no less toe-curling. You moan helplessly against his lips, bringing one hand up to cup his cheek.

“Yeah, that’s our girl,” Dean purrs. His pupils are already blown wide with arousal. “Gonna make Sammy cum? Make him fill that pretty pussy up?”

The hand not on your neck is creeping up the inside of your thigh to settle on your pelvis. You bite back a whine and Dean laughs, low and dangerous.

“That’s what I thought. I’m gonna get to enjoy sloppy seconds today, huh?”

“Fuck,” Sam groans, grinding his hips up against you. This time you can stop your whine and both men make answering sounds of pleasure.

Dean’s hand shifts to cup your jaw and his thumb slides over your lower lip. You let your lips part, let his thumb press just inside before he pulls away.

“I gotta get that mouth on my cock,” he says.

The words are accompanied by the jingle of his belt buckle. Before Dean can suggest it, Sam’s guiding you up and off of his cock.

“Lay down,” Sam orders and you obey easily.

He positions you with your head tipped over the side of the table, your legs spread wide for him to fit between. The new setup puts your mouth at the perfect level for Dean’s cock once he frees it from his jeans. He strokes it a few times, taking in the sight of you as Sam sinks his own erection into your pussy once more. You moan, letting your mouth open wide and Dean seizes the opportunity.

Dean’s cock is almost an inch shorter than Sam’s but he makes up for that with a fat head and thick shaft that stretches your jaw in a strangely satisfying way. You’ve never been a big fan of giving blowjobs but the clean, salty taste of Dean’s skin on your tongue is starting to win you over. He keeps his thrusts shallow and when you bring your hands up to press against his thighs just above where he’s pushed his boxers down his thighs, he lets you set the pace and depth.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, one hand supporting the back of your head and the other stroking along your throat, your collarbone, to the curve of one breast. On cue, Sam’s mouth finds your other breast. You moan and Dean echoes the sound when it vibrates through his cock. “Our good girl.”

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SUPERNATURAL 1x02 / THE WINCHESTERS 1x13

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Jesus Christ woman. Your way with words! Poetry & filth. It’s so beautiful and so debauched! Love this and you!

Summary: She's finally met the man of her dreams.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x female reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Dom/sub undertones, consent is sexy (almost like it's a kink), light Bondage, light Spanking (bc me), light name-calling, Rimming, Blow Job, cum marking, showering (obvi, it's me), light threat of choking (I mean... again, me), happily ever after (you're welcome)

Words: 2,500

Author's note: Thank you @brrose-apothecary for always having my back, for being the world’s best pre-reader and focus-puller, and for being my friend.

P.S. @negans-lucille-tblr said my titles are always poetic. I can't take credit for about 90% of the fic titles I've used through the years, though! This one in particular is ripped from Strict Machine by Goldfrapp. Enjoy!

Rain, shot with moonlight, bathes the floor-to-ceiling windows like quicksilver.

He dips in to kiss her — his mouth, a multi-faceted instrument to her downfall. He wraps his hands around her bare shoulders to put her where he wants her, her back to the cool glass, and she gasps.

They’re eighteen stories high, overlooking the soaked-to-the-bone, bustling crowds below, untouchable.

Every once in a while, she’ll find someone to scratch that itch, but the itch always comes back. Sometimes she finds a man who can make her wet before she’s even within his reach. But then the spark dies too soon, or he’s too rough or too gentle, or all bark and no bite (the worst), or...

When she saw him, broad shoulders and smile, easy confidence in every word from his pretty lips and in every sway of his strong hips — she looked closer. Underneath the warmth and humor was a twinkling edge of danger.

She craved the heft and strength of his body. His teasing tone and shining eyes confirmed that he knows his worth (and hers), that he knows what he wants, and he takes it.

“Is this what you want?” he murmurs against her temple as he drags his knuckles down between her breasts.

She nods and pushes her fingers into his silky hair to pull him in for a kiss.

He grunts and slides one heavy boot between her delicate heeled feet, knocking her off-kilter, then buries his fingers in her hair, blocking her attempt to get her lips on his.

“Words, princess.”

He wraps his fingers and thumb around her throat, resting the heel of his palm against her collarbone. Just as she feels the pressure in her chest, his lips curve with a smirk.

“Yes or no?”

She has to catch her breath to answer.

“Yes,” she sighs.

And he moves.

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She’s face down, cheek pressed against the cool sheets, and her wrists are bound at the small of her back.

He’s arched over her, propping her ass up for his access and steadily thrusting two fingers inside her from behind, watching her spine twist and muscles ripple under her smooth skin.

“Talk to me.” His voice floats on the air and settles over her like sun-warmed cotton from the clothesline. “You like my fingers fuckin’ your slick pussy?”

She nods and squirms as the wide pads of his fingertips repeatedly swipe over that spot.

He tsks and pulls his fingers from inside her to lay a quick, wet smack to the fleshy curve of her hip. “Answer with words.”

“Yes,” she gasps.

He grins and pushes his fingers back inside her. Her ass is plump and he can’t resist squeezing and smacking it with his free hand to see his fingerprints on her bronze flesh. He does it again and again until she’s whining and shamelessly fucking herself on his hand.

“I’m gonna come.”

He chuckles. “So soon?” He curls his fingers and pulls them out again to taste her.

A breathy sob comes from deep in her chest and she arches her back, begging for him.

“Greedy little cunt,” he rumbles, sliding his fingers down along her clit and gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. “You come when I say, remember?”

She nods and sucks her lips between her teeth to stop from crying, remembering that they agreed to a lot of things.

You want me to tell you what to do?

Yes.

You want me to handle you?

Yes.

Wanna be my sweet little cunt?

Yes.

My dirty, pretty whore?

Yes, god...

“Yes, sir,” she answers the way he’s commanded her to.

“Good girl,” he says, loosening the scarf binding her wrists then patting her hip. “Ass up higher, princess.”

She slowly brings her hands around to push herself up and gain leverage in order to do what she’s told, but before she can fully support herself on all fours, he’s already licking and sucking her from behind.

He hums with satisfaction and digs his fingers into her cheeks, pulling them apart with his thumbs.

“Nice and open,” he mutters, taking a mouthful of her skin between his teeth as he trails fingertips over her full, rounded ass to toy with the sensitive undercurve.

She’s out of breath, wet and quivering. “Where did you come from?” she whispers, resting her head against her forearm.

“Your dreams,” he answers with mirth then dives in again to lick and fuck his tongue into her hole. “Every fantasy you’ve ever had.”

His breath and the timbre of his voice make her skin tingle. She clenches everything to keep from losing control, making a fool of herself. She squeezes her eyes shut tight and contracts every muscle in her body.

“Fuck,” she whimpers.

“That’s right. I’m gonna fuck you so good, you won’t be able to tell the difference between reality and dreams.”

He talks like everything’s a threat and it makes her head spin. She has to work extra hard to not come from that alone.

She exhales and opens her eyes, casting an eager glance over her shoulder in time to catch his eye.

His mouth and chin are glistening and his eyes are wild and determined. He slowly licks and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth as he rises to kneel behind her.

She can finally see him fully. He’s completely bare, hard, and smooth. She wants everything from him — anything and everything he’s willing to give.

Most simply, she wants him to fuck her.

“Fuck me,” she breathes.

“Yeah?” He drags out the vowels with an edge, even and cool, as he strokes his cock with one hand and clutches her hip with the other.

“Please,” she answers.

His smirk twists his glossy lips into a snarl. “Condom,” he orders.

She scrambles for the package and hands it to him. In seconds, he’s ripped it open, rolled it on, and is sinking inside her, making her shout. She writhes beneath him, trying to get a better view.

“Stay. Still.” His eyes are dense and hot as a forest on fire.

The command oozes danger and safety in equal measure, and that makes her head spin, too. She swallows a cry and shivers in place.

“Where’ve you been all my life?” she whispers under her breath.

His sharp gaze glints in the low light as he curls over her, bracing himself on one hand and using the other to gently brush her hair aside, slowly twining the length out of his way to whisper in her ear.

“Right here,” he murmurs before pressing a kiss to her temple.

Her mind buzzes with alarm then pleasantly blanks when the sting that webs her skull sends heat through the fibers of her body, grounding her to the moment.

“Good?” he checks in, keeping a firm grip in her tresses and settling his hips against her ass.

She gulps for air. “Yes. More, sir.” Her exhale shakes.

He obliges, using his hold to elicit another whine and shiver from her.

“Good.” He shifts his hips to pull out and brush his cock along her wet slit.

He plays with her like that for a while, encouraging her with his words and rhythmically jerking the silky strands tangled around his hand and wrist until she’s in tears and begging.

“Please.”

“I want you to come like this,” he breathes, relentlessly teasing her distended clit. “Empty and begging to be filled.”

She sobs quietly, and he palms her belly, brushing his fingertips over the sensitive skin, making her insides stagger like she’s on a roller-coaster ride.

“Mine.” He jerks her head back and seethes. “Come like you’re mine.”

His voice is warm and gentle, but his words are demanding; that blend throws her over the edge.

Her thighs quake and she bursts open beneath him, shouting his name.

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He massages her scalp and speaks quietly, sweet things and dirty things. This is only a brief respite after making her come without him inside her then fucking her until she came again, pulling him with her.

She knows they’re far from done.

He draws small circles on her skin, teasing and tickling, and she stifles a giggle. She feels high from his touch.

He huffs a quiet laugh in response and lightly scrapes blunt fingernails up and across the nape of her neck followed by his lips.

Her flesh prickles and she gasps.

“Your skin’s so soft,” he whispers, kissing her shoulder and lifting her wrist to his lips.

He presses a wet kiss to the straining, blue veins and then blows a stream of air across the damp, tight skin.

Her breath picks up and she instinctively pushes her ass back into his groin, which earns her a light slap to her thigh.

“So greedy,” he chastises.

He rolls her to her back and knees between her thighs, drilling her in place with his heated gaze. His palms are rough and warm as he slides his hands from her knees up to her hips. He settles over her, slowly pushing her thighs open with his knees and planting his fists in the bedding on either side of her shoulders.

“I’m gonna kiss every inch of your gorgeous body, and you’re not gonna move. Y’hear me?”

She exhales loudly and closes her eyes. “Yes, sir.”

Then his hands are on her, holding her in place as he begins his journey.

“I saw you walk in and I wanted you,” he speaks as he brushes his lips along her jaw and down her throat.

Her eyes flutter with the thrill of knowing that he saw her much like she saw him (or so she hopes) but she remains as still as he has instructed her to do.

“Everyone saw you walk in,” he chuckles, taking one of her nipples between his lips.

He licks and sucks the tawny buds as his hands roam and he moves down her body.

“I had to have you,” he continues.

She sighs and reaches for him, but he catches her wrists and pins them to the bed at her sides.

“Don’t. Move,” he growls against her ribcage and fresh goosebumps cover her skin. He continues kissing her belly, hips, and thighs. “See, I knew I could give you what you need. Discipline — to be shown your place.”

She feels him move off of her as he sits back on his heels, lifting her calves in his hands to place kisses on her knees and shins. He nips at her ankles, then places her feet flat on the mattress so her knees are bent and open.

She opens her eyes just enough to see him reach behind his back to produce the discarded scarf. Her body heats up and she feels her cheeks and chest flush.

“Now’s no time to be shy, princess.” He arches a brow as he climbs back up her body.

She isn’t shy; she just wants so much.

Her mouth waters from the sight of his lithe, sculpted torso and thick cock. She licks her lips and squeezes her eyes shut tight once again.

He gathers her wrists in one hand and begins binding them with the scarf, and she feels his thighs brush her torso as he straddles her chest.

“I can show you so many things.”

She steadies her breath and reminds herself to stay open and relaxed, but the anticipation is killing her.

He raises her arms to fasten them to the headboard. She feels a warm weight against her cheek and takes a peek.

His cock is resting right where she feels the most heat and she nuzzles into it.

Once he’s secured her binds, he looks down and cups her jaw then brushes a thumb along her bottom lip.

“Do you want that?” he asks, using his free hand to stroke his cock mere inches from her lips. “For me to show you things.”

“Yes,” she answers, quickly swallowing the spit pooling in her mouth and licking her lips.

He smiles down at her. “Good, then let’s do it.”

He slips a hand under her head as he guides himself to her open mouth. He tastes like damp earth and feels like velvet sliding past her lips.

She moans and closes her eyes again.

“Good girl,” he croons, gently thrusting. “Just relax.”

He gently bumps the back of her throat and continues to tug her hair, until she figures out how to loosen up and take him all the way in. When he picks up his pace, she gags around him, drooling and tearing up, but the heavy slide across her tongue and down her throat drives her to pure euphoria.

“You want my cum?” he pants, his thrusts becoming shallow until he pulls out completely.

She gasps and gulps air, nodding vigorously.

“Words,” he grunts, jerking his angry, red cock. “On your tongue, or your skin? You choose.”

She catches her breath to answer. “My skin. I wanna see it.”

Without missing a beat, he backs up enough to aim for her small breasts. He roughly jacks himself, groaning, then he’s spurting warm and wet on her chest.

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The spray of water from the shower head is hot enough to fill the bay with steam. It soothes her abraded skin and sore muscles.

“How d’you feel?” he asks.

His voice is as much of a balm as the heat from the water and silky suds he’s massaging over her skin. She rolls her head back against his chest, savoring the feeling of being totally vulnerable in his presence.

“Better than I’ve ever felt in my life,” she answers before slowly turning to face him and resting her palms on his chest.

His slippery fingers trail over her skin as she looks up at him.

His forehead is smooth, giving way to soft, verdant eyes adorned with a fanning of lines — evidence of a lifetime of love and laughter. The water and steam spike his thick lashes and traverse the planes of his beautiful face before clinging to his perfect lips in the exact way she wishes she could for the rest of her life.

He smiles bright-white as he presses his forehead to hers.

“Me too,” he says. “Whaddaya think we should do about that?”

She grins back. “A lot more of what we were doing before we got in here, for starters.”

He lifts his head and nods, turning his grin to sly. “We should probably eat something first,” he says, and she giggles.

“I ‘spose,” she reluctantly agrees, turning her back to him so he can finish his task. “Can we order pizza?”

He chuckles lightly, rinsing her clean. “We can order anything you want, princess.”

Her smile is dreamy as she drops her head and sighs.

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DAWSON’S CREEK (2003) / BIG SKY (2022)

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Someone write it!! It’s like a switch of Stay with me Sweetheart ❤️

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Jesus Christ on a cracker

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Christmas Eve - Preview

Here’s a little sneak peek of my fic for Half Christmas Day 3! It’ll post later tonight.

He looked like a little boy. His 6’4” frame was on the floor by the Christmas tree, long legs crossed beneath him, all his attention on the train set he was putting together. This was the first Christmas that Chase was old enough to notice the lights, the presents, and the magical flying reindeer.

Candy canes were his new favorite thing, and Sam had relaxed his feelings about candy for the holidays. He was letting his son have practically everything he wanted. The wonder in his little boy’s eyes filled Sam’s too as he watched him. You felt a similar wave of love watching Sam now.

Sam was so intent on what he was doing, he didn’t notice when you walked up behind him. His hunter guard was down. Good. You put your hands on his shoulders and kneaded the muscles there. Sam took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Mmm. That’s nice.”

You worked on his muscles for a few more seconds then took a seat next to him on the floor. “Are you almost finished, Santa?”

Sam smiled, and it brought out his dimples. “Do you think he’s going to like it?”

You took your husband’s hand in yours. “He’s going to love it.” Your lips brushed across the corner of his mouth and landed on his cheek in a soft kiss. “Why don’t we check in on him and then go to bed? You kissed the shell of Sam’s ear then whispered into it, “I’ve got something for you. You’ve been a very good boy this year.”

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Well this was a delicious delight 😋

Don’t Call Me Sammy - Sam x Reader (One Shot)

A/N: It’s been ages. I’m not going to use my taglist, because idk if they all still wanna be on it. But, I was feeling smutty. And daydreaming about this little one shot all day. I can’t begin to describe how good it felt to put it on the computer. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

*Gif not mine*

Warnings: Oral sex- female receiving. No plot, really. Short sweet, and straight to the point. No real editing. Read at your own discretion.

Word Count: Roughly 1,000

“Sammy!” Dean waved his meaty palm directly in front of glossy, shadow rimmed hazel eyes. Catching the taller, youngest man’s attention finally. “Come on, man. What’s gotten into ya, Sammy?”

“I really need you to drop the nickname, Dean.” Was the answering groan. Large, calloused fingers rubbed over a too straight nose. One that somehow had been spared in the chaos of hunting. Attempting to clear his head from the memories assaulting him.

“Yeah, okay.” The elder of the two huffed. Bringing his mug of jet black sludge to his pouty lips. Caffeine to counter the night of driving they’d undergone. “This ‘bout that girl back east?”

“What girl?” Those hazel eyes whipped back to the menu. A smug smile tugging the corner of his dimple.

It was definitely about the girl. But Sam would drop dead before giving his brother the dirty details. Just under twenty four hours ago she’d walked in and wrecked everything he’d thought he’d known. About her. About himself. About sex. God, the sex. His fist shook against his thigh as his mind traveled back to it all.

Dean had ditched him and y/n at the bar. On the prowl for his own piece of ass. One shot of tequila was all it took for Sam to get brave. He’d grabbed her hand, tugging the quietest girl he’d ever met out into the snow chilled air.

They hadn’t made it far. Sam’s room was right around the block. Already, her laughter flowed easier. Her walls caving in the quiet of the night. And as suddenly as it’d started? Reality swept in. “What are we doing, Sam?”

The slight uncertainty hidden in the undertones of a tease pierced his gut, “That depends…What do you want to do?”

He watched the wheels turning in her head. It should’ve been an easy answer, he thought. In his mind? It was simple. He wanted the night with her. Wherever it took them. As long as he got to hear that light peal of laughter, again.

She was laid across his bed. H/C tresses haloed around her head. A sight so sweet, he could’ve died again, right there and been okay. He watched her chew her bottom lip until it swelled. E/c eyes taking him in.

“It doesn’t matter what I want.” She finally sighed. Turning to the ceiling. He hated the sudden distance between them. He’d known her mere days, and yet? It felt like he knew her. She’d never choose something for herself. Too used to pouring herself into those around her.

“Yes, it does.” He couldn’t stop himself if he’d tried. The tips of his fingers trailed down her shoulder to her hand. Raising goosebumps along her flesh. Watching the way her breathing shifted. He could practically hear her heart racing. Or maybe that was his. The innocent touch igniting something feral inside of him.

His brain couldn’t quite decide on who’d made the first move. All he knew was the sweetest kiss he’d ever experienced turned filthy in an instant. One moment he’d held her close, comforting without words. The next? He was staring down the prettiest pussy he’d seen in his life. Drooling over the dampness that coated each fold.

Glancing up, he watched her hand tighten on the comforter. Every breath she took made him ache harder for her. Kiss stained breasts straining against the cool air. He blew the teeniest bit against the heat that radiated off the slick flesh in front of him. And then he dove deep. “Sam!” Y/n’s hips writhed at his first taste. The perfect blend of sweet and salty. “Oh, fuck,” Another buck against him was his reward as he flattened his tongue against her. He pulled back for just a moment, pressing his forearm down over her belly. His other hand searching for entry. “Sammy, please!” The desperate plea was broken and cracked. He’d have handed her his soul right there, if he could’ve. Just to hear it again. Instead, he licked back up to her clit. Sucking deep as a reward just as he pressed into the wet heat of her. Hunting for that little ridge that made her thighs shake. “There!” His quiet girl was no longer in sight. Instead, she told him just what he’d done right. Moaning out while her pussy pulled him deeper. Clenching as they both begged him for more. Her fingers wrapped through his hair. Tugging as his bruised her thighs and inner walls. “Sammy, don’t stop. I’m…I’m so close. Please, Sammy.”

She chanted his name. Praising the way he’d taken her over. Demanding everything from him and more with every twist of her body. He applied more pressure just how he’d learned she liked it. Both inside and out, until his name peaked from her lips in a final scream of bliss.

“Sammy…” “Sammy.” “Sammy!” Dean’s bellow broke him out of the memory. “Dude, gross. You’re drooling.”

“Shut up,” Sam huffed. Shifting in his seat. Attempting to reduce some of the friction he was feeling below the belt. His dick begging to remember what had followed after. “And-”

“Stop callin’ ya Sammy,” Petulant as always, his older brother looked him dead in the eyes. Mischief gleaming in the green. “Is that what gave you a woody?”

“Dude,” Sam’s head whipped so fast, his chestnut hair whipped him in the eye. Making his brother cackle like a full blooded hyena. Trying to see who heard as his arm covered as much of the evidence as he could. “Shut up.”

“I knew it.” The wheezing drew more eyes their way, as the bitch face took over the younger of the two. Scowling deep did nothing to curb the mission Dean was on. “She pavloved your ass.” Another dry cackle echoed as he slapped the table.

Sam sighed. Knowing that he was doomed. Dean was right. She’d ruined him. And the second he was given another chance? He’d dive right in headfirst. Desperate to hear that throaty “Sammy” leave her lips as he pumped into her. Over and over, again.

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