All The Good Girls Go To Hell (19)
Summary: When Sam marries into Y/N’s family he naively believes she’s a little princess incapable of putting a step wrong. But once he comes face to face with evidence that proves she’s far from angelic which also implicates his own brother in her misdeeds, Sam finds himself battling against his own moral judgement.
Characters: Step Dad!Sam x Step Daughter!Reader, Uncle!Dean x Niece!Reader.
Warnings: stepfather/stepdaughter relationship, step uncle/step niece relationship, oral sex (male and female receiving), sexting, rough sex, major degradation, dirty talk, female masturbation, daddy kink, size kink, cheesy double entendres, Dean’s filthy whore mouth, consensual amateur pornography, thigh riding, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, voyeurism, threesomes, face/throat fucking, overstimulation, dom/sub themes, Sammy being an absolute deviant, cream pies, sloppy seconds, cum eating, spit-roasting, a little angst, mentions of grooming, mentions of rape. Assume all tags will apply to every chapter and warnings may differ/alter as story progresses.
A/N: Some parts of this were inspired by a certain scene in 01x05 of Walker. If you’re a Jared girl, you’ll get it straight away… I hope ;) I do have to give thanks to @sweeterthanthis for being my constant cheerleader, you’re the best. Beta: @deanwanddamons but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Masterlists can be found in my pinned post. Subscribe to Patreon and get access to fics, just like this one, two weeks before Tumblr for as little as $3.
Chapter twenty and the epilogue already available on Patreon.
“Nothing could be further from the truth.”
Sam’s reassurance rattles inside your brain, doing very little to shift the unease laying thick in the pit of your stomach. You don’t want this to end. Choking down a sob, you lean forward without warning and press your lips to his hurriedly, the subtle taste of your salty tears adding to the sweetness of Sam’s tongue sliding against yours.
You manage to get one arm snaked around his neck, but he pushes you away before you get a chance to slip down into his lap.
“Whoa, whoa baby girl,” he soothes, planting you firmly back on the couch. “We shouldn’t.”
“Please, one more time,” you plead in return.
He sighs deeply, all resolve crumbling as he stares at you, tongue resting between kiss-starved lips as he debates which route to take.
