pairings: sam winchester x fem! reader x dean winchester
summary: sometimes being on the road can be superrrr boring, so why not make it fun?
content warning: NO WINCEST, nsfw, mdni, smut, car sex, ripped panties, threesome, handjob, blowjob, cum swallowing, fingering (f! receiving) , dean being a fucking tease, cowgirl, male masturbation, kissing, light spanking, praise 🤤, reader is lowkey a freak ngl
a/n: co-written with @emeraldseagrave (also my first time writing smut!)
wc: 5,620
deans mixtapes are heard faintly as he drives on the gravel of the backroads. you fiddle with your thumbs as you are sandwiched between the winchester’s at the front seat of the impala. sam looks at the road with a blank stare, whereas dean pouts his lips after blowing inconsistent raspberries for hours. you turn your head towards dean to see his eyes intensely on the road. you turn your head the other way to see sam, holding the newspaper that he has already read every word off. he probably has memorized the whole thing by how long you all have been on the road.
you keep on gazing at sam, chewing on your bottom. you swiftly lurch forward and smash your lips into sam’s. he groans his hand finding its way to your hair. he snakes his monolithic arm around your ass, reeling you into his lap.
“jesus, you guys are freaks.” dean murmurs, side eyeing you both.
neither you or sam care. you both brush him off, as you gently grind your clothed cunt against the tent forming in his jeans. sam begins sucking on your bottom lip, allowing his teeth to softly chew on it as if your lips were bubblegum. you grab onto his carhartt jacket, wrinkling it with your grip, as you groan into sam’s mouth.
“woah, get a room you two!” dean remarks, scrunching his upper lip. sam scoffs and breaks the kiss between you two. “and how are we supposed to do that when we’re in a car, dean?”
you titter, as you and sam both tilt your heads to accommodate each other better. sam comfortably rests his hands on your hips. you wrap your arms around him and squeeze his warm body against you. you can feel both of your chests pressing against each other; as sam moves forward, no longer touching the cushion of the front seat. you take the opportunity to wrap your legs around sam’s waist and interlock your ankles. a hum of appreciation comes from sam.
“man!” dean groans, rolling his eyes “not in my car!”
with your left hand, you run your fingers through the back of sam’s hair. whereas, for your right hand, you playfully nudge dean for his pathetic remark that has failed to stop sam and you from kissing. “what? i’m bored, can’t i have a little fun?” you mumble against sam’s lips.
you begin to slowly rock your hips, teasing the bulge pent up in sam’s jeans. you can tell hes relishing this moment between you two, and the sounds that escape his mouth only proves that.
in return, you hear yet another complaint from dean, “you both better not cum and ruin baby’s seats.”
you break the kiss, leaving a loud squelching sound of sam’s lips that were ready to suction onto yours. the sound lingers in the impala as you swiftly get off sam’s lap. he lets out the softest whimper of disappointment, soft enough to never reaches his brothers ears.
you huff as you brush the stray strand of hair off your face as you turn to face dean. you begin eyeing him up and down, breathing in the entirety of his sour face. his lips are pressed in a straight line, both his hands are now on the staring wheel. he looks super pissed. a smile breaks out on your face, as an idea pops in your head. “feeling left out, huh?” you tilt your head, “poor thing.” you coo with a snarky smirk.
dean scoffs, chuckling trying to soften the blow. he shakes his head slightly, as he continues to keep his eye on the backroad. suddenly, you scoot over to him, causing your left hip to touch his right hip. before dean or sam can even react, you interlock your lips with dean’s lips.
sam slightly furrows his eyebrow, as his lap is now cold without your presence. the tires squeal as his hands lost their place on the wheel, causing you to break the swift kiss. luckily, there was no one else on the road.
“what the fu-don’t do that when i’m driving y/n!” dean hurriedly swirls the wheel, trying to regain control of the impala. the swift abrupt jerks of the vehicle causes you to slide to the right, into sam.
sam cautiously wraps his arm around your waist, eyeing dean in the process. you giggle, “sorry dean!” you innocently say, batting your eyelashes slightly.
you turn to face sam, and soak in his doe eyes that look at you as if he were a lost little puppy. sam pouts slightly, the moisture of his spit glistening under the sunlight. you grin at him, and move to kiss him again.
his hungry lips bash into yours, earning a groan from him. he lovingly runs a hand through your scalp. with his other hand, he grabs onto your hips. dean looks back over at you two, and pulls over, “okay that’s enough.” the car halts, stopping the kiss between you and sam as well.
dean stretches his hand out, as he swiftly licks his lower lip, as his emerald eyes scan your face “y/n wha-”
you turn and clamp your lips upon dean’s, before he can even finish his sentence. this time, dean doesn’t tense up, but melts into the kiss, with an arm wrapping around your waist. dean moves his hands, his palms grab onto your shoulders and slide up to cup your face.
you feel two other hands joining in, they start from the side of your hips, to your waist and eventually cupping your breasts. the feeling of sam’s warm hands on you elicits an involuntary soft moan from your mouth, against dean’s lips. he responds with a guttural groan, causing you to clench your thighs.
sam gets impatient. you can feel him press himself against your back. he takes his right hand and pressed it to your chin, breaking you from the kiss with dean, only starting a new one with himself. as sam infiltrates your mouth and squeezes your breast, you can hear the soft ruffling sound of dean shedding his jacket.
“are we really doing this?” you can hear how breathless dean is when he speaks.
you break the kiss with sam, turning to face dean with his chest heaving up and down. his plump lips parted as he looks deep into your eyes for confirmation, you smile back at him. “yeah, why not?” you giggle, as sam begins peppering some sloppy kisses on your neck, simultaneously fondling with your breasts, pressing himself deep against you. your head leans back, “you boys said you’ll take care of me. so…” you tease.
you shift your position causing sam to stop touching you. you lean against the seat, parting your legs, and bite your lower lip, “take care of me” you purr in a sultry tone.
the brothers' eyes quickly flash to each other. dean twitches his upper lip and smirks, shifting closer to you, “yes ma'am" dean croons.
sam gently begins sliding the straps of your babydoll top off your shoulders. whereas, dean’s fingers work quick and rough as he begins unzipping your jeans.
dean huffs out a laugh, as he sees the cute little text on your underwear peeking out, ‘lucky you’. he runs his thumb above the text. your breath hitches, as you raise your arms for sam to slowly take off your top. dean grabs the waistband of your jeans, and hastily tugs on it, causing your whole body to slightly move forward. you squeal and giggle, as now you are just in your bra and underwear, making yourself comfortable in the impala seat.
“c’mere baby…” sam softly whispers, as he places you on his lap, facing him. with one hand and smashes his lips upon yours, you can feel his soft tender fingers roam around your back and unhook your bra.
on the contrary, you can feel the harsh tugs of dean ripping off your panties, the cotton cloth stretching in ways it cannot revert to its original shape. “seriously dean?” sam scoffs, breaking the kiss, “that was a nice pair.”
dean flings the stretched underwear behind you somewhere without a care in the world, “eh we’ll get her more,” he turns to face you with a cocky and proud smirk, “won’t we sweetheart?” he says softly with his green eyes pinned on your face.
the next thing you know, deans' warm lips are coating yours again. you can feel him begin to palm your ass. your nipples harden as they brush against sam’s jacket due to his shift in position while he begins unbuckling his own jeans.
you break the kiss, looking at sams hands moving to the last button. you place your hands on his halting him. he looks up at you with his lips parted as you finishing unbuttoning his jeans. then you slide your hand up to the lower most buttons of his button up shirt. you begin to unbutton the lower buttons, simultaneously lifting his shirt up slightly. you press your lips against his v line. you slowly pull down his boxers. sam watches you in awe, with a smile full of his adoration for you, “so eager, aren’t we?”
you nodded desperately, looking up at him, your pupils dilated. you then get on all fours on the front seat, facing the window on sam’s side and giving dean a full view of your ass. you are in a syzygy, sandwiched right between the brothers, right where you want to be.
“well, give the girl what she wants, sammy.” dean gently smacks your ass, hard enough for the sound to vibrate in the impala but soft enough it doesn’t sting. you softly moaned and looked back at him in response.
“dean!” sam squawks, tensing up, as he begins to sit up slightly.
“what!” dean shrugs with a smirk, “i didn’t hurt her!” as he begins rubbing him palm on your ass.
sam huffs, as you sprinkle some kisses on his upper thigh. he grabs the base of his cock, and with his other hand your grabs your chin, tilting your head up slightly. his fingers grazing your lower lip, gently suggesting you to part your lips, doing so with a whine as dean’s thumb slides between both your slick. his thumb goes all the way up to your clit for a split of a second, and back down, teasing you. sam’s hand shifts to the back of your head, as he slowly and delicately directs your mouth to his cock.
sam begins caressing your head, as you keenly swirl your tongue on his tip. he tips his head back, biting back a whimper, as you hollow your cheeks. dean begins playing with your wetness, smearing it everywhere, he smirks, “damn honey, you’re dripping. who would’ve thought you were so needy for the both of us?”
dean starts teasing your clit with his thumb again causing you to moan as you continue to suck sam. you can feel his grip on your hair tighten, as you suck more and more.
“yeah? you like that idea? having both me and sammy at the same time. i never knew you had such a dirty mind” dean’s voice fills your ears, adding on to the overstimulation. all you can manage to do is reply with a moan while you furrow your eyebrows.
spit is shamelessly drooling out of your mouth as you take as much of sams cock as you can. you arch your back slightly, giving dean a better view of you, as your fingers continue to wrap and stroke sam’s veiny base.
dean chuckles as your back arches, “im sure sam loves it.” he inserts a finger in you causing your hips to buck and your thighs to clench, “im surprised he’s letting me touch you like this.”
sam stops looking at you, as he eyes his brother, “don’t push it, dean” he grits his teeth.
“alright alright” dean chuckles, as he relishes the squelching sound of his finger in you, “im just trying to make sure shes feeling her absolute best” he shrugs, as he begins massaging your ass.
sam rolls his eyes as he goes back to focusing on the pleasure of himself being deep in your throat. however, dean leans forward. he presses himself upon his finger, causing his finger to slide deeper inside of you. you groan in response to the sudden pleasure.
his hot breath dances next to the shell of your ear, as he speaks low and dirty, “but i can tell you now that i know certain tricks that’ll make you scream.”
your head continues bobbing up and down sam’s cock, but you can feel sam getting tense once more, “what, all the shit you read in those skin mags? or see in hentai? yeah no, dean, you’re not treating her like some porn star.”
you pause, lifting your head from sams cock causing a loud popping like sound to occur from you. you turn your head to face dean with a cheesy smile, as you giggle, “you watch hentai?” you arch a brow.
dean ignores the words that come out of your mouth, as he is more focused on your mouth itself. his eyes are glued your swollen reddened lips dripping with salvia from sucking sam so hard, “that’s not what i’m talking about. i mean i have more experience with girls than you” he faces sam when he says the you part of his speech, but then swiftly tilts his head back to you, watching how your lips have darkened lathered in spit. he chuckles, “honestly i wouldn’t be surprised if you were the first girl sam has fucked,”
“damn it dean!” sam groans out of annoyance, as he makes himself sit more upright, his large chest is heaving up and down.
dean chuckles at his brothers reaction, as you tenderly run your hand up and down sam’s chest, “come on guys, can we just have fun?” you groan, pouting your lips, as you turn your head to sam whose jaw is clenched, while dean with a snarky smirk, “just relax. ok?” you lovingly run your hand down sam’s cheek and plant a soft kiss upon his lips.
you lower your head once more, and sam snakes his hand on the back of your neck. you gently grab his cock to make sure he remains steady, as you run the hot press of your tongue from the base of his cock to his tip. he lets out a guttural groan, as dean squeezes your ass. you begin giving sam some sloppy wet kisses as his base, and sucking slightly as you pull back from the kisses, causing him to grab your neck slightly harder. dean’s hand begins swirling around the dip of your back dimples, as his other hand inserts one of it’s finger in you.
you softly moan, innocently staring up at sam as you take as much of his dick into your mouth. he swallows hard, trying hard as hell not to whimper in front of his brother as the heat of your mouth is making him dizzy. you aren’t sure what is going more up and down, your head or sam’s chest.
dean is thankfully silent, the only sound he is producing is the wet squelching from pussy as his finger digs deep inside. he inserts another finger, causing you to groan against sams cock. but this time, dean keeps his fingers mostly in place, and moves the tips of his fingers right at the spot you need him most. you shiver at the sensation of the direct stimulation at your g spot, as you are gargling on sams cock causing a corpulent amount of spit to drool out of you.
more spit drools out of you, as sam screws his eyes shut. he shakes and groans beneath you, as you continue bobbing your head up and down, getting faster and faster. “f-fuck sweetheart, m’gonna cum...you feeling so fucking perfect” he pants, getting closer and closer. with one final groan and the tensing of his thighs, you taste his warm cum filling up your mouth. you happily swallow and sit back up against the seat.
as he’s coming down from his high, sam asks, “dean, do you still have those condoms in the glovebox?” already reaching over towards it. “yeah, they should be in there.” dean murmurs, as his eyes on your lips, “my turn, sugar”
you press your chest against deans’s as your lips interlock. you can hear the sound of a condom wrapper tearing as dean is swirling his tongue around your own tongue. you melt further into deans chest, causing him to begin fondling with your ass.
the next thing you know, sam is placing his hands on your hips and gently lifts you up, away from dean’s touch. he sighs, clearly irritated that sam seems to be taking up all your time. sam has you on his lap once more. you can feel sam’s erection forming again, right against your core, causing you to bite your lip and moan.
sam holds the tip of his cock, as he gently eases you onto him. you dig your finger nails on his shoulders, letting out a sigh of pleasure. you tilt your head and your back on the dashboard, exposing your whole neck and breasts. sam presses his lips against your collarbone, as his thumbs press against your nipple and his fingers wrap around the upper side of your ribcage and the sides of your breast. you quiver at the sensation, while sam holds you like that, pumping you up and down his cock. moaning softly at the feeling of sam inside you, you turn your head to dean, who is looking at you hungrily with fingers still lathered with your slick
you bite your lower lip, as you roughly grab dean by the jaw, “aww come here, honey.” you purr.
dean automatically moves closer to you, his lips are on yours once more, sucking onto your bottom lip. sam grabs onto your breast, as if it’s the only thing grounding him. you run your hand down dean’s shirt and stop right where his belt is. you make a poor attempt to unbuckle it, because sam is making your whole body move up and down. your brows furrow in frustration as moans and pants fall from your mouth.
dean chuckles, looking at your state, as he swiftly unbuckles his belt and eventually his jeans. you grab onto sam’s hair as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. sam gently whimpers in your ears so softly, only you and him hear it. you begin running your fingers through sam’s hair as both your chests rub against each other.
dean’s dick flops out, its shorter than sams, but deans is thicker. you eagerly extend out your hands. you can feel sam’s lips place wet kisses on your outer ear lobe, as dean’s warm hand cups your breast. you begin wrapping your hand around the base of dean’s dick, causing his head to slightly lean back and his grip on your breast to tighten ever so slightly.
sam uses one of his hands to starts circling his finger around your clit causing soft moans to break out of you as dean begins pinching your nipple softly. your hand ventures up deans dick, collecting the precum around his slit and spreading it around the sensitive tip. dean starts to huff louder, resting his head against the seat and letting out a silent “fuck”
sam begins panting in the shell of your ear, letting out soft moans, as he grips his hands on your body tighter. his breathing is becoming more ragged, and you can tell he’s close to cumming.
you tauntingly circle your fingers on deans tip, causing him to screw his eyes shut, he’s clearly getting frustrated. “you’re such a fucking tease.” he grunts out with his eyebrows furrowed.
you titter in response as you stop torturing the poor guy, and begin fully stroking him. dean parts his lips, with soundless moans. whereas, his brother is getting more and more vocal by the second.
dean softly wraps his fingers around your wrist that is flexing up and down his cock, while his other hand grabs the bottom of your breast, pushing it up and squeezing it gently.
dean is breathless, as he quickly flares his nose, sucking more air into his lungs, “damn, you’re perfect baby.” you slightly suck on your lower lip, smiling at dean, “i thought i was the tease”.
dean chuckles, as his thumb grazes against your nipple that hardens once more, you can feel sam’s body begin convulsing. you swallow hard, tilting your head more back while sam’s grip on you intensifies. the way he moves his fingers on your clit becomes clumsy, the way he controls your body to fall in and out of his dick becomes sloppy. you grab onto sam’s hair, and tighten your grip on deans cock, but not painfully. sam spurts out some final moans, your name on his lips like a holy prayer. his body begins relaxing, causing your hand on dean’s cock to drop down.
“oh come on sammy!” dean groans, irritated, with his eyebrows furrowed, “she just started jerking me off.” slightly muffled from his head resting on your solider, sam mutters out an unapologetic “sorry..”
you lick your bottom lip as sam regulates his breathing, “can’t even make your girl finish, sammy?” you giggle, running your hand through his hair. sam’s mouth twitches, “you know i can.” he huffs out. you feel his fingers of your puffy clit once more. your hips buck towards him at the unexpected contact.dean snakes his hands around your waist, “no no no,” he sternly looks at sam, “my turn with her.”
dean lifts you off sam’s lap, placing you on his own. he smiles, once your weight is on his thighs, and his eyes roam all over your body as if you are a grand prize he won.
dean grabs onto your breast, causing you to hum in pleasure, “sammy hand me a condom.” he orders, extending his free hand.
sam complies, opening the dashboard and throwing one to dean. dean swiftly catches it. as he rolls it on, sam holds your hand as he comes in closer and begins placing light kisses at your upper arm, causing you to giggle.
“ok now scoot.” dean grumbles, pushing sam away from you, “she’s mine” sam glares at his brother, still holding onto your hand. dean rolls his eyes, “for now she's mine” he clarifies, sliding your hips closer to his hips. you notice sam’s frown and furrowed brows.
“hey sammy, if you sit in the back, you’ll get a better view of my tits” you propose with a bright smile “and i’ll get a better view of you jerking off,” you said with a wink.
“ok” sam replies as if he were a lost little puppy, as he quickly pulls his pants back up.
just as sam turns to the door, you reach your arm out, brushing your fingers against a body made of pure perfect muscle. sam comes closer to you, and you place a quick peck to his lips. then, sam gets out of the impala, you lick your lips watching his tall figure come into the back seat.
sam gazes at you with eyes full of admiration, with a soft expression. you lean forward, accidentally mashing your breasts against dean’s face (not that he would complain), at you press your lips against sam’s. his warm tongue massages your tongue, slow and sensual.
once the soft kiss breaks, you extend your arm over the impala seat, “make sure you stay where i can see you sammy,” you peer down at his unbuckled pants and look back up at him, “all of you.”
sam swallows hard and nods as he pulled his pants down once more. dean removes his face from the valley of your breasts, and swiftly faces sam, “don’t you dare cum on my seats.” sam rolls his eyes in response.
you grab dean by the jaw, making him face his dick that is not in you, “stop worrying” you groan, getting impatient.
dean plasters a shit faced smirk on his face, with his sharp canines poking out, “you’re just so desperate to cum aren’t you?” dean teases, as his eyes roam around your body, “its understandable,” he shrugs with his cockiness oozing out of him, “little sammy here didn’t exactly do a good job.” he chuckles, nudging his head towards sam.
sam sneers at dean with his eyebrows furrowed, “fuck off, dean” he husks, shoving dean’s shoulder from the back of the impala.
dean lets out a boisterous laugh to his brothers reaction and turns to face you. he runs the tip of his dick against your entrance causing you to drop your head back, exposing more of your breasts to him. he begins fondling with your breasts and you whine as he brushes the tip of his wrapped dick against your clit.
“fuck,” dean softly whispers, as he eases you down his dick. “you feel so fucking good, baby,” you grab onto the top of the impala seat for stability with both your hands, as you begin watching dean’s cock disappear into your body.
your breasts start jiggling up and down, as dean’s cock slides in and out of you at a more rapid pace. he squeezes your ass, somehow burrowing himself deeper in you. sam grabs on your hand extending over the front impala seat. he plants a kiss on your hand as if you are a princess. you giggle and you nibble on your bottom lip, as sam leans against the seat. he holds onto your extended hand as his other hand begins pumping his cock.
your eyes are glued on him, with a sultry smirk, you gasp, looking down, as dean begins sucking on your left nipple. you suck in a breath, looking back at sam, grabbing onto deans head pushing it more into your breast. dean’s right hand roams from your ribs and halts right under your right breast, letting it rise slightly, giving a good view of it to sam. your gaze flickers down watching sam’s hand wrap around his long cock.
you whine as dean runs his teeth against your nipple, causing spurts of electricity to go to your core. you begin panting, sam watching your face contort in pleasure while dean is pulling your hips down harder. you are pretty sure the whole impala is moving as the rough sounds of dean’s balls smacking your stretched out pussy is invading the whole car.
your grip on sam’s hand tightens, as you are practically squeezing all the blood flow in his hand. you take in a deep ragged breath watching sam vigorously fist his own cock as you feel your knees bucking. you look at the way sam’s eyebrows slightly furrow for his puppy dog eyed look. or how his tongue licks his lower lip, darkening it with moisture. your body begins quivering, coming undone, as you and sam lock eyes. more and more vulgar moans begin breaking out of you as your other hand starts gripping the hair on dean’s scalp, pulling it even. you clench around deans cock causing him to mutter out a profanity. you squeeze your eyebrows together, never closing your eyes as you eyes never leave sam. all while he’s guiding you through your orgasm. “fuck…thatta girl….yeah just like that angel..” your body becomes limp causing you to melt into dean. you rest your head on deans shoulder, mouth agape as your watch the way sam’s stomach rises up and down, all the way to how zealously he pumps his cock.
you can feel dean pulsing inside, his hands now moving your hips as he thrusts up into you. you can hear dean groans and pants, as you watch sam's cock desperately twitch in his own hand.
“fuck, i’m close” dean breathes with his eyebrows furrowed, as his position begins slouching slightly.
dean increases the pace, almost causing you to hit the roof of the impala.
“careful dean!” sam freezes with his hand still on his cock, but the hand holding your hand moves towards you.
dean looks up, “fuck sorry,” he murmurs, as he places one of his hands on your head so his hand hits the roof instead.
sam stops touching his cock, sitting straight, “are you ok, y/n?” sam stares at you, eyes wide with worry.
you giggle, “i’m fine, sammy.” as you latch onto sams hand again, with your thumb caressing it by moving side by side.
“see,” dean moans out, “she’s okay, stop fussing.” dean moves his other hand back to your hips, putting weight on them for them to smack down on him.
you clench around deans cock, causing him to screw his eyes shut and lean his own head backward. dean quickly bites his lower lip, furrowing his eyebrows together, opening his eyes, letting them roam around your body. looking at the way your breast bounces at the pace, as how your pussy wraps around his cock, as how your cum is dripping out of you and onto him. you watch sams controlled hand wrapped and jump around his cock, while dean begin getting clumsy and shaky, gripping onto your hips tighter. dean moans and groans more, until he begins panting, tilting his head back with his eye shut.
dean’s body shudders beneath you at the one final thrust. his body tenses for a second and then relaxes, his posture slouching down more. his chest heaves up and down, pressing against yours, as you look at sam.
sam leans forward, your lips at first brush against each other for a second. you can feel sam’s face shake due to how fast he is pumping himself. you lean forward toward sam, causing dean to hold on to your lower back to help stabilize you. sam sucks on your bottom lip. he moans against your mouth, while you meet your tongue with his. sam’s spare hand wanders, cupping your cheek. you break the kiss for a split second, grabbing onto both of sams cheeks, looking into his soft, dilated eyes. you took a minute to admire him. sam looked so beautiful like this. completely worn out and looking at you with complete and utter adoration, as if you were a goddess.
you place your forehead on his, feeling his hot and rapid breath against your face. he is pumping his cock with more force, more desperation.
sam becomes more vocal once more, as you can feel his hot breathe groan into your lips. “shit y/n,” i’m gonna cum….f-fuck!!” he mumbles against you. he pulls you in closer with his left hand, eliciting a soft groan from him as he cums. The tension leaves his body as he breaks the kiss, leaning back into the impala, inhaling a deep breath.
“aw fuck,” sam groans looking down at his thighs and lower abdomen smeared with his cum, “dean, do you have any napkins?”
you giggle as dean turns his head to look at his brother’s state, “damn,” dean chuckles, “you really made a mess of yourself.”
sam rolls his eyes, “just get me a napkin, man.”
“better on you than my car,” dean mutters, as his eyes roam around the car, “yeah i don’t have one- what?” he was cut off by you getting off his lap, and climbing into the backseat. “uh- okay then.”
sam looks at you curiously, as you’re leaning down towards him. you stick out your tongue, and let it smear on sam’s thighs. he gasps slightly at the lewd and unexpected act. he uses his hands to move your hair out of your face. dean turns around to see what you’re doing and chuckles slightly, “well, i guess that’s one way to clean it up.” he faces forward and leans towards the radio and turns it up a bit once he notices that led zeppelin is playing.
once you’ve licked sam all up, you move back up to face him. you sigh and wipe some of the remaining cum off your chin with the back of your hand. “see? all better.”
sam gazes at you for a second. “c’mere” he says, gently pulling you towards him. he presses a soft kiss to your lips and mutters a small “thank you, you didn’t have to do all that.”
you smile and kiss him once more “it’s not that big of a deal, i don’t mind.” you snuggle into sam’s warm embrace. in the front seat, you see dean pulling his pants back up and putting on his shirt. “alright, both of you get your clothes back on, we’re gonna get back on the road.” he tosses your shirt over the seat.
sam swiftly catches it. “yeah well how is she supposed to put her underwear back on when it’s torn to shreds? where is it anyway?”
dean chuckles and looks around the front seat and finds them on the floor. he turns back to face sam, panties in hand. “ok first of all, they aren’t torn to shreds, second of all,” dean turns to face you, “just don’t wear any,” he says with a wink.
you roll your eyes playfully and snatch them back. sam helps you put on your shirt after he puts his clothes back on. dean finally puts the impala into drive and all 3 of you are back on the road once more, in the front seat, definitely more entertained and slightly more worn out than earlier.
ok so i’ve been really curious to know how sam winchester cums and like what he sounds and looks like…any thoughts??
give me your dirtiest details, the people want to know ;)
𑣲┆Sam W. cum headcanons ˚.⋆ֹ
a/n :: just thinking about this made me feel filthy but god i love it.. gif example is right there 👀
・during sex, he tries his best to hold back his adorable little whines, but while cumming? he completely forgets about shame and cries out until his throats raw and achy. the sweetest little calls of your name followed by whimpers..
・his face scrunches up deliciously. his eyes squeeze shut, he bites his lip to try to muffle himself as his body tenses. sometimes he freezes up, but sometimes he just keeps pounding until you're begging him to slow down.
・while hes getting close, he gets sloppier with his thrusts and much more vocal. he starts out slow and gentle, but eventually loses control (afterwards he showers you in apologies and praise).
・ speaking of his cum.. that man cums a lot. could fill a mug with that sperm in less than an hour. thick, creamy ropes of hot seed.. he always eats healthy so he doesn't taste too bad either.
The library of the bunker was quiet, the only sound being the rustling of old pages as Sam poured over a stack of lore books. His hair, which he’d been letting grow out over the past year, fell in thick, dark tracks around his face, completely obscuring his eyes as he leaned forward.
You walked up behind his chair, resting your hands on his broad shoulders. He let out a soft, contented hum at your touch, leaning back just a bit into your space.
"You know," you murmured, reaching up to run your fingers through the long, soft strands at the nape of his neck, "I'm really starting to love how long your hair is getting."
"Yeah?" Sam asked, his voice low and a little tired from hours of reading. He tilted his head back to look up at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "Dean keeps telling me I need a haircut."
"Don't listen to him," you smiled, gently gathering a thick handful of the long strands in your palm. You leaned down a bit closer, a playful spark in your eye. "I like having something I can pull on."
To emphasize your point, you gave a firm, deliberate tug backward.
You expected a laugh, or maybe a playful tease, but instead, a sharp, involuntary whimper escaped the back of Sam's throat. His entire frame went completely rigid under your hands, his breath hitching loudly in the quiet room.
For a second, nobody moved. Then, a dark, deep flush immediately crept up Sam's neck, rapidly spreading to the tips of his ears and flooding his cheeks. He hurriedly pulled away from your grip, burying his face in his hands as he stared down at the table, looking incredibly flustered.
"Sammy?" you asked softly, leaning around the chair to catch his eye. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he mumbled, his voice suddenly sounding a lot breathless and entirely stripped of his usual composure. He refused to look up at you, his large shoulders hunching forward as if he could somehow shrink himself. "Just... caught me off guard."
Amused and completely captivated by his reaction, you gently reached down to pry one of his hands away from his face. "Did you like that, hm?"
Sam swallowed hard, his hazel eyes darting to yours for a split second before looking away again, the blush on his face deepening. He let out a tiny, embarrassed nod, a quiet admission that the giant hunter had a surprisingly soft, submissive streak when it came to you.
"Okay," you whispered fondly, stepping around the chair to pull his head against your hip, smoothing down the hair you had just messed up. "Good to know."
⊱ ۫ ׅ ♱ ⋆ ｡ ࿐ sleeping next to 𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 during summer nights.
SAM WINCHESTER who´s become your personal human heater, makes winter nights feel different now—warmer, softer, no longer fighting the cold under thin motel sheets; instead, it´s now replaced by the warmth of his body against yours. of course, sam has never minded the closeness, if anything, he adores it: loves the way you fold into him, melt under his hands, weighing over him with an arm around his middle and legs intertwined.
it´s a sweet yet simple routine he´s grown used to, the quiet comfort he´d spent so long searching for, somehow manifested in cozy cuddles and body warmth. but during the summer? let´s just say that it becomes a bit unbearable.
one night, you’re lying on your back, halfway through your second dream when you feel a heavy weight settle on your side—grounding rather than crushing, but still there. you ignore it at first, not thinking much of it.
but after a few minutes, that weight turns into a slow, creeping warmth that envelops you until your whole body feels like it´s overheating. you force your eyes open, blinking through the haze, and there he is, the culprit: his hair is all over the place, splayed on your pillow while his arm cages your torso, his head nestled into the crook of your neck. you make an attempt of mumbling out his name, voice low and still laced with sleep.
nothing happens.
you clear your throat once more, and you find your hands threading through his hair absentmindedly, “sammy, you´re cooking me alive, move.” though your words come out without any real force behind them.
still, he doesn’t move, and all you get in return is a small, protesting sound to the side of your neck. you try to ease yourself out of his hold, rolling onto your side, but the second you move, he’s next to you again, chest pressed up against your back while his head finds its usual spot on your neck, his 6’4 frame shadowing over you in an instant.
you sigh and scoot farther from him, but it´s useless—he reels you back in, trapping you under his embrace again. when he finally wakes, rubbing his eyes as he slowly adjusts to the darkness, he just stares at you for a hot minute before mumbling, “you run cold.” and then has the audacity to press his forehead to your shoulder like that explains everything, leaving no space between you while you´re seconds away from evaporating into thin air.
and what´s worse is that he believes in it, he thinks it´s sweet reasoning.
“cold? sam i´m literally sweating through the sheets.” you groaned in exasperation, looking down at him with every intention of giving him an earful, but the second your eyes land on him, your voice falters.
he just gives you that look—puppy eyes, bottom lip jutted out in a pout and all. you quickly avert your gaze from him, refusing to fall for his antics because he knew exactly how to get his way, “don’t give me that look, you’ll make me feel bad.”
he smiles, head tilted to the side, “is it working?”
“unfortunately.”
cybella’s thoughts⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡ small small fluff blurb i wrote yesterday when i was dying bc of the freaking heat oh my lord save me from this heat wave please!!!
tagging my sweetest lola <33 @samwspn ty for helping me choose my sammy pics for this!!
nsfw tw. 𝒇𝒕 𝜗ৎ — Dean & Sam Winchester and Castiel Novak. English isn’t my first language, so I use grammar checkers to translate. Sorry in advance if anything sounds weird.
CASTIEL ✸ COWGIRL
At first, I thought that the favorite position of our favorite angel would be missionary. However, the inexperienced Castiel would adore you taking control and teaching him the perfect rhythm while you ride his lap.
I imagine he would place his hands on your back, not to guide you, but to reverently trace your skin in time with the sway of his hips. His fingers would timidly tangle in your hair as he leaned in to kiss you. For him, seeing your face twisting in pleasure is the most beautiful abstract work of art in the world. He wants to understand every one of your reactions—how a simple touch can make you cry out in ecstasy and how pleasure affects you just as intensely as it does him, a completely new sensation.
“You look so beautiful,” he murmurs, before giving a gentle squeeze to the soft skin of your hips. “The way your body moves… it’s a very new sensation for me. Please, don’t stop.”
DEAN ✸ DOGGYSTYLE
Unlike our beautiful Cass, Dean Winchester is an absolute fanatic of the filthiest side of things. His main obsession? fucking you on all fours until your legs shake.
He loves having a perfect view of your arched back and that round, firm ass, along with the obscene sound of their bodies slamming together hard. With one hand, he presses your face into the pillow, while with the other he grips your hips and drives them back to the brutal rhythm of his thrusts. Sometimes he even spreads your ass cheeks just for the sheer thrill of watching his cock slide in and out of your wet, swollen pussy. The wet, almost dirty sound of his balls slapping against your clit pulls screams from you that sound like pure music to him.
“Come on, baby. You can take it,” he says with a dark chuckle. His hand wraps around your throat, lifting your torso until your back is pressed flush against his chest. “That fucking perfect pussy of yours… I’m gonna fill it until it overflows.”
SAM ✸ SPOONING
I feel like Sammy Winchester would be the most likely of the three to have a somewhat less conventional favorite position. And I’m sure that, although he’s the softest and tenderest of the brothers, that doesn’t make him soft in bed at all. If Supernatural has shown us anything, it’s that Sam is incredibly passionate.
Just imagine it: his body pressed tight against your back, his hot breath on your neck as he covers it with hickeys and bites, a strong arm wrapped around your hips so you can’t pull away even an inch, and as the finishing touch, his cock buried to the hilt inside your pussy from a spectacular, completely new angle, fucking you with such force that the bed creaks with every thrust.
He’s not the most talkative in bed, unlike Dean (that man never shuts up and I could definitely confirm it), but he’d let out low, husky moans in your ear along with whispered praises: “Fuck, you’re the best… Your pussy always takes me so well, so hot and tight.”
a/n - aaah hi !! it’s been so long since i’ve written a full fic im sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth. life has sucked but i’m back!! it’s been far too long since i’ve posted a sam smut so hehe i hope you guys like this. took me way too long to write a sex curse fic lmao. but i hope you enjoy !! leaving feedback on fics is the world to fic writers :)
cws - fem!reader, 8k words, friends to lovers, smut, sex curse, witchcraft, wet dream, brief jacking off, p in v, riding, missionary, size kink ish, a lot of cum, needy and kinda whiny sam, flirty rowena, big brother dean, feverish sam, brief cage/lucifer mentions
other fics can be found on my masterlist
“Shit- ah fuck,” Sam grunted with the next roll of his hips, the warmth around his cock so euphoric it was a wonder he didn’t cum right then. There was a haziness in the room, a strange atmosphere that in the moment he hadn’t thought to question. A bed he didn’t recognise, sheets too plain and walls even plainer, but his focus was solely on her beneath him.
Which led to the other strange thing he hadn’t thought to question — they hadn’t done this before. But his best friend was underneath him and the tight warmth of her cunt sucking him back in with every thrust just felt so right.
“So good, that’s so good, honey.”
Her fingers were in his hair and she just kept whimpering his name in a tone that made his cock throb harder, arousal curling deeper. His hands were tight around her hips as his own rolled again and again, pressing harder inside of her in a way that made both of their breaths shudder.
“Sam- m’so close,” she whined, her breath hot against his cheek, her grip tighter in his hair. The smell of her skin was addictive, his head tipped forwards to nose his way up her throat, her pulse throbbing in the side of her neck. “Gonna cum- Sam-”
A low groan left his throat as his hips rolled forwards into the lumpy mattress beneath him, spilling into his boxers.
It took him a moment to grow coherent enough to realise exactly what predicament he was in. Breathing heavily into the pillow Sam blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the sight of his motel room, the empty bed he was in. There was a burning tingling shame that spread right down to his stomach when he realised he’d had a wet dream about his best friend.
“What the fuck?” He breathed out hard as he sat up, and was relieved as he glanced across the room to see that Dean’s bed was empty and that he hadn’t been caught doing… whatever that was.
Sam wasn’t stupid, he was painfully aware of the feelings he had for her, the feelings that had been simmering for years. But what was he supposed to do? Even in the extremely unlikely case that she did feel the same, it wasn’t like acting on those feelings was a good idea. Nothing ever went well for him, it’d just be another thing he ended up losing one way or another. So he’d tried to shove it as far down as he could.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried to deal with it before. There had been a few times that he’d had his fist around his cock after a long day of trying to ignore how close they’d been throughout the day when he’d thought of her, jacked off and thought of what she’d feel like or sound like beneath him, but each time he’d grown so shameful of what he’d been doing that he’d turned himself off completely and went to bed hard and uncomfortable.
But this? This was so much worse than that.
Sam grimaced as he pushed the covers off and felt the now cooling cum in his boxers, the fabric sticking to his skin, and so fucking embarrassed he quickly got up and went into the bathroom, once again glad that his brother wasn’t in the room.
He pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his boxers, a mental note to go to the laundromat later that day appearing in his head as he caught sight of the mess in his pants, then started the shower and stepped in beneath the spray of water.
What the fuck was wrong with him? Sure, he was a guy, he’d had wet dreams before, but not since he was a teenager and certainly never about her.
It had seemed so real. Her panted breaths against his neck with each thrust of his hips, the way her pussy had clenched so deliciously tight around his cock anytime his tip kissed her cervix, the way she’d moaned his name.
Sam huffed out a sharp breath through his nose when he realised he was already hard again.
“What the fuck?” He hissed, voice hidden beneath the sound of water hitting the tile. “Jesus Christ. Cut it out.”
His hand found his cock anyways, so hard he was fucking aching, and he took a few minutes to jack himself off to the memory — the not even real memory — of her beneath him until he was groaning deep in his throat and cumming onto the shower floor.
His hand reached up to turn the temperature dial all the way around to cold and he finished up in there as quick as he could, heart still thumping.
Pull it together.
It didn’t take long to pack up his stuff after his shower, but by the time Dean returned with coffee for the three of them Sam was hot. Not hot like he’d worked up his temperature by moving around the room, but like the warmth was sitting beneath his skin like a fever. The back of his neck was sweaty and his hair was sticking to his forehead, and as he took one of the to-go cups from his brother Dean frowned at him.
“You okay, Sammy?” He asked. “Looking a little pale.”
“Fine,” Sam waved him off as he grabbed his bags and moved towards the door. He was hard again, which was all he could focus on, frustration simmering with the heat. “Just wanna get on the road—”
He pulled the door open and stood face to face with her, and his jaw clenched as his cock throbbed.
“Hey,” she smiled sweetly, dodging past him to take one of the cups from Dean too. “My stuff’s in the car. Are we going?”
Sam hadn’t moved, shoulders stiff and throat dry as he stared at her. She looked like she usually did, if not a little worn down from yesterday's hunt, and maybe that was the worst part — nothing was different so what the hell was wrong with him? He’d become an expert at shoving away his feelings. There had been multiple occasions where she literally had her shirt off in front of him so he could patch up an injury and his eyes had never wandered further than necessary, respectful in the way he touched her and looked at her and thought of her. So now? He felt like a fucking pervert. She was his best friend.
“Hello? Earth to Sam?” Dean waved a hand so close to his face that he flinched and glared at his brother. “You get out the wrong side of the bed or something?”
At the mention of the bed and the thought of what he’d done that morning Sam glared harder, her eyes on him like a red hot laser and he didn’t dare look at her then. A bead of sweat trickled down the back of his neck and he felt so uncomfortable and so fucking hard that he just wanted the ground to open up beneath him and swallow him whole.
“I’m fine,” he grit out. “Can we just go?”
Being in the car made everything so much worse.
The only saving grace was that he didn’t have to look at her, but her voice floating up from the backseat and the smell of her perfume was enough. Each bump in the road made him shift in his seat, achingly hard and pressed against the zipper of his jeans. He’d had to discreetly palm himself through the denim just to try and get some sort of relief a few times when Dean wasn’t looking.
When the heat didn’t die down he’d come to the conclusion that he must’ve been harbouring a fever. Since getting in the car he’d shed his flannel to just be left in his t-shirt and rolled the window all the way down, and though the wind blowing his hair back was nice he was still fucking hot.
“Dude,” Dean knocked his knee against his and he flinched, glancing up at his face. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look…”
“Like shit?” Sam scoffed when his brother nodded. “Yeah. I’m fine.” His eyes flickered up to the mirror and his jaw clenched at the sight of her in the back.
“Are you sure? You don’t look fine,” his brother pushed. “I told you we should’ve double checked what that witch did yesterday.”
For the past few days they’d been tracking a coven of witches across three separate towns. Ten different murders, all husbands, all mysteriously died in front of their partners. It hadn’t taken all that long to figure out that it was witchcraft when they’d found hexbags in most of the houses. Bitter with the loss of their own lovers they’d gone on a killing spree and caught too much attention.
The last of the witches they’d put down in the basement of the house they’d been camped out in had at one point shoved Sam up against the wall, gripped his throat so tightly he couldn’t breathe, and had murmured an incantation he hadn’t been able to make out through the ringing in his ears. There had been a hot pressure in his chest that started spreading outwards, but a moment later Dean had shot her in the back and she’d died right in front of him. The magic couldn’t have lingered if she was dead, could it?
“She died, Dean, you killed her,” Sam murmured, clenched his teeth tight when Baby hit a pothole and his cock was momentarily pressed harder against his zipper as he was jerked slightly in his seat. “Just feel a little hot. I’m fine.”
His head tipped to the side to watch out of the window as he did his best to ignore it, ignore how it felt — the simmering beneath his skin was a heat he’d only felt once, and he wasn’t eager to think about his time in the cage.
The heat only continued to get worse somehow. The only rational explanation he could think of was that he’d run himself down after back-to-back cases and was a little under the weather. He did not, however, have an explanation for the way the heat seemed to simmer worse whenever he looked at her, heart thumping and arousal curling deeper into his gut whenever she spoke.
They got to their next motel just before sunset, with the intent of getting a good night’s sleep before either finding another case in the morning or just heading back to the bunker. If he was being honest Sam just wanted his bed at home, but he didn’t really have the energy to argue with his brother, not when every single thought in his head was swirling over how he felt, over her.
The other two were talking as Sam forced himself to get out of the car, too focused on the drumming pulse in his ears to listen to what they were saying, so when he rounded the car towards the trunk and a hand landed on his arm he jumped at the burn. White hot like electricity. He flinched and his eyes shot up to meet her eyes, which were quickly growing concerned.
“Sam?” She frowned, and his eyes locked onto the plush of her lips. He knew they’d feel good against his, soft and warm, the little ‘o’ shape they’d make as she moaned underneath him— “Sam? Are you okay?”
Guilt flooded him immediately and he forced his gaze away. What was wrong with him? He couldn’t just think about her like that, it was disgusting.
He didn’t even utter an excuse, just quickly rushed into the room before he could make things worse.
“Sam?” Dean had followed him in and Sam grit his teeth. He’d been planning on sorting himself out in the shower again, at this point it was legitimately a necessity. “What the hell is up with you? You ignored her the whole drive-“ he cut himself off when Sam turned to face him. “What’s wrong?”
There wasn’t even any point in insisting he was fine anymore. The heat just kept getting hotter, he felt sweaty and weird and still thinking about that dream. “I just… have a fever.”
Dean scowled as he stepped forwards and reached up to touch Sam’s forehead, even as he tried to bat his hand away. “Why didn’t you say anything in the car? You’re burning up, man,” there was a pause before he sighed. “Call Rowena.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Because what happened yesterday isn’t sitting right with me and if anyone can make sure that witch didn’t do something to you it’s her.”
Even through the simmering beneath his skin Sam’s lips twitched. “You’re willingly asking me to call Rowena?”
“She’s still a bitch but she can be useful sometimes,” Dean rolled his eyes. “Just call her.”
Much to Sam’s dismay and an I told you so from Dean, Rowena also suspected that something was wrong after Sam called and explained his symptoms — well, not all of them, he didn’t dare mention the dream or his problem — and cut the call off with a chirpy confirmation that she’d get to him as quickly as she could.
It was dark out by the time Rowena got there. All of the windows in the room had been opened as wide as they could in hopes that the cold night air would do something to help the fire in his veins, but nothing was helping. His chest had tightened with the rising heat, there was absolutely no doubt that something was wrong.
“Well aren’t you a… sight.” Rowena hummed as soon as she stepped through the door, taking her time like she was just there for tea. The silk of her dress caught in the draft from the open door, blowing forwards with a harshness that should have been brought with cold. Sam didn’t feel it, the wind that hit his skin did nothing to soothe the burn. If not for the fact that she was visiting he would’ve stripped down to his boxers already.
He stood from where he’d been perched on the edge of his bed, fists clenched tight. “Rowena-”
“Calm down,” she raised a hand as she closed the door behind her. “I’m here to help, aren’t I?” Another gust of wind blew through the open windows and she pulled a face. “My it’s cold in here, isn’t it?”
“No,” Sam grit out, chest heaving with heavy breaths as he watched her step forwards. It had become harder to ignore the worse it got, the memory of the cage, what Lucifer had done to him. Burned his skin until it was all gone and then healed him to start all over again. The smell of his own flesh was something he was never going to forget, part of him kept expecting to look down and see his arms on fire. But they weren’t, like some cruel trick on his mind. If not for Dean noticing that something was wrong he would’ve been convinced that he was going crazy again. “It’s hot, I’m hot, I can’t fucking cool down it feels like I’m on fire.”
Rowena’s tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth as she came to a stop directly in front of him. “Hm. Take your shirt off.”
“Huh?”
Her eyes rolled. “I need to see if you have any magic attached to you, and it’s easier without your clothes in the way,” perfectly manicured nails dragged against the fabric of his t-shirt before she smirked. “Trust me, I don’t mind.”
Maybe he wouldn’t have been so quick to agree on a regular day, especially with her looking at him like that, but he was both desperate for this to be over and also used to Rowena being Rowena, so there wasn’t much hesitation as he reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head, dropping it down onto the floor.
Rowena made a show of looking him over, lips curled upwards at the corners.
“Rowena-”
“Alright, Samuel,” she sighed. “Forgive me for finding some enjoyment in the situation. Sit.” Her hand pressed to his chest and he flinched, expecting to feel the same burn that he’d felt from her earlier that day when she’d touched his arm, but Rowena’s palm felt cool against his flushed skin. It was actually nice, and he breathed out shakily as he allowed himself to be pushed backwards until he was seated on the edge of the mattress.
Rowena stepped forwards until she was stood between his legs, and then her hand was on his chest again. A pressure pushed through his ribs and he stiffened in the effort to keep still and let her search for any lingering magic attached to him. His eyes lifted to her face and he watched as her expression went from focused, to shocked, to… amused?
“Your symptoms,” she met his eyes as she pulled her hand back. “Tell me.”
“I’ve already told you-”
“Tell me again.”
Sam huffed out a frustrated breath and pushed a hand through his hair. “I’m hot, it feels like I’m burning from the inside out.”
She just continued to watch him.
“What?” He didn’t mean to snap but he was seriously losing his patience.
“Your other symptoms?” He opened his mouth to protest but she held up a hand. “Just be honest, Samuel. I think I know what the curse is.”
His jaw clenched. He’d never actually vocalised his crush to anybody before. Sure, maybe Dean wasn’t completely oblivious to have not noticed, but he’d never outright admitted it.
“I had this… dream, uh,” he ran a hand over his face, the heat in his cheeks now from embarrassment. “And it kinda stuck with me.”
Rowena was smirking. “And what was the nature of this wee dream, hm?”
He glowered at her. “I’m sure you know.”
“Oh I do, but it’s way more fun if you tell me,” he just continued glaring and she sighed. “You boys just have to suck the fun out of everything, don’t you?” She moved to sit on the bed beside him, and after adjusting her dress over her legs she turned to face him. “It’s called mali desiderii.”
“What does that mean?”
Her lips twitched again, like she was really trying to be serious. “It’s a curse that attaches itself to your deepest desire and makes you, well, want it.”
Sam swallowed around the dryness in his throat. “How dangerous is it?”
Rowena lifted a hand to gently circle her fingers around his wrist, her cool fingertips pressed against his pulse point felt nice. “You’re already burning up, and it’s only going to get worse. Unless you sate the desire, you’ll completely burn up from the inside out.”
He felt his stomach drop. “It’ll kill me?”
“Mhm, in a day or so, unless you deal with your little… problem,” She gestured to his jeans with a wicked smirk that made him want the ground to open up beneath him, before she sighed, a more genuine expression settling on her features. “Sam… she’s next door.” Her hand laid on his arm though that time he stiffened.
“I can’t just—”
“It doesn’t matter if you can’t. You’re going to have to,” she told him firmly, before her lips curved upwards again. “You never know, it might be something the both of you need. She’s smart, Samuel. If a big strong man came knocking on my door asking me to help him out, I’d… well, like I said, she’s smart.”
He grit his teeth and breathed out sharply. This was so stupid. She was his best friend, he couldn’t just turn up at her door and demand to have sex with her. “Isn’t there a cure or something?”
“This is the only way,” Rowena didn’t give him much time to think on it before her hand was on her knee, squeezing, then she stood up. “You’ll be fine. Trust me, out of all the things you could’ve been cursed with, this is definitely the most… pleasurable.”
At her smirk his stomach twisted uncomfortably, but still he stood up to let her out of the room. He didn’t bother to put his shirt back on, stood in the doorway as he watched Rowena climb into her car — a Porsche that he was certain didn’t belong to her the last time they spoke — the breeze of the night doing absolutely nothing to cool him down. As she pulled out of the parking lot he’d had a mind to go and tell Dean what was wrong, but he paused when his eyes landed on her door next to his.
Sate the desire, Rowena had said. Maybe on a typical day he wouldn’t have wanted to even approach the topic with her, save himself a lifetime of embarrassment when she inevitably turned him down, but this was his only shot. And the thought of finally having her was enough for his body to roll with another wave of aroused heat.
“Fucking crazy,” he breathed, hand lifting to knock on the door once he was stood in front of it. “This is fucking crazy.”
The door opened relatively quick and then there she was. She’d changed into her pyjamas since getting to the motel, a t-shirt and shorts that left him unable to help his gaze dragging up the length of her legs, imagining dipping between them. She really wasn’t making this fucking easy for him, was she?
“Sam?” She blinked, worried eyes widening as her gaze dragged downwards, and embarrassed he remembered he hadn’t put his shirt back on. Christ, this probably looked like the opening to a shitty porno. By the sounds of it, that’s how it was going to end up. Either that or he was going to die.
“Sorry,” he quickly blurted out, chest heaving with heavy breaths as his eyes fell down away from her face, before he caught himself staring at her legs and he had to look back up digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. Get a grip. “Sorry, uh… can I talk to you?”
Instantly she stepped aside. “Are you okay? Why was Rowena here?”
His teeth ground together with the realisation that Dean hadn’t told her that anything was wrong, either not to worry her or because he was just leaving it to Sam he wasn’t sure. He stepped into her room and exhaled sharply. The heat was getting bad, hands trembling as he pushed sweaty hair out of his face and turned back to face her.
“Sam you don’t look so good,” her eyebrows were pinched together in such worry. “Can I get you anything? Do you want some water? You look a little sick, you sit down and I’ll just-”
“It’s a curse,” he just got out. “One of the witches yesterday cursed me. That's why Rowena was here.”
She looked… god, the look on her face, she looked so devastated for him. “I- cursed? How bad is it? Are you okay?” She rushed forwards and touched his arm sympathetically, and usually it would’ve been nice — she was sweet, she was always physically affectionate but always more so with him than Dean. There had been many times they’d held hands on a hunt when either one of them was unnerved, or on nights where they could only get a motel with two beds or had to sleep in the car she always chose to sleep with him. Curled up with no choice but to hold each other in a small twin bed or the backseat of the Impala he’d always felt comfortable with her.
But her touch then on his arm, it felt like being singed. He jerked backwards and hated the way she looked at him when he did it. “Sorry,” he breathed her name like a plea, the last thing he wanted was to make her feel bad with what he was about to ask of her. “I’m… hot. The curse is burning me up and if I don’t do something about it then I’ve… got a day.”
“A day?” Her voice broke and it shattered something deep in his soul. “Sam, I… Rowena has a cure right?”
His eyes squeezed shut tightly and he took in a sharp breath. This was it. “It’s a, uh… well, there’s one thing I can do but it’s- I’d be asking a lot of you.”
Her response was immediate. “Anything.”
Steeling himself he finally just pushed out, “it’s a sex curse.”
She blinked at him. “What?”
“It’s a- god, this is so stupid. It’s a sex curse. If I don’t have sex in the next day then I’ll die.” Saying it out loud he realised just how ridiculous it was, how this really was just some fucking stupid porno, something he’d catch Dean quickly shutting off in the motel whenever he got back. “It really is stupid huh? Fuck, I don’t even-”
“Okay.”
It was his turn to blink at her. “What?”
“I said okay,” she hesitated before stepping forwards, like she was expecting him to jerk away from her again. “I’m not gonna let you… the curse isn’t gonna take over, okay? Of all the ways we’ve dealt with curses before this is actually a pretty easy fix.”
He was just staring at her. “But I can’t ask you to-”
“You aren’t asking, I’m offering,” the control in her voice made his cock throb in his jeans and he bit back a groan. It’d be nice to finally get some fucking relief. “This is gonna be easier than you going out to a bar and finding someone, Sam, and I trust you,” a pause then, her voice went softer. “And you trust me. Or at least I hope so.”
“‘Course I do,” he breathed. “But-”
“Sam,” she stepped forwards until she was right in front of him then, until he could smell her perfume and feel her breath hit his chest. “Let me. Please.”
Any restraint he’d been clinging onto snapped in that moment.
Giving in to the curse, at first, felt like being possessed, like watching from inside his body as he acted upon it. His hands cupped her jaw as he stepped closer, tipping down until he caught her mouth with his, hard, all desperation and lust as he licked and sucked at her bottom lip only just hesitating enough to not slip his tongue into her mouth immediately. She was making soft breathy sounds through her nose and it was making everything worse, his veins burned hotter and his cock was so achingly hard that he couldn’t help his hands sliding down to her hips and gripping hard as he started walking them back to her bed.
But he was shaking, his breathing all heavy and hot in his throat, the fever was still clinging to his bones and the curse made it hard to think about anything. His hands had just slipped beneath her shirt when she leaned back with a huff of breath, her palm pressed flat against his chest.
“Sam.” She breathed, heavy but concerned, eyes all soft and crinkled at the corners as she looked up at him.
“Yeah?”
Her fingers travelled down to gently start threading the leather of his belt through his buckle. The sight of her hands so close to where he needed them was almost enough to just cum in his boxers thinking about her. Again.
“Let me… let me take care of you, okay?” She breathed, pulling the belt free and then working open his zipper. “You’re shaking, let me do this,” she leaned forwards and kissed his chest and he shuddered. “Let me help you.”
All he could do was nod dumbly, hands squeezing at her hips as she unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his legs until he could step out of them. She hesitated as he fingers touched the waistband of his boxers, but he nodded, and she pulled those down too.
For a moment he was too distracted by the curse to really take much in, just panting softly as he waited for the inevitable relief. But when he did catch sight of her face, the way her eyes drifted down to his cock, hard and leaking like it had been all day, the way she swallowed, fuck.
“Come here.” He breathed, lustful and needy and possessive all in one, and then his mouth was on hers again as he took the final two steps back to her bed and sat down on the edge of the mattress. Sam moved to pull her in immediately but she paused to quickly slip her shorts and underwear down her legs, and only then did she let him pull her onto his lap, straddling his thighs.
If he was a little more with it, he’d have felt bad. In all the times he’d thought of being able to finally have her, it had gone differently. He’d been sweet and kissed her softly, taken her to dinner or for some drinks, they’d dressed nice and he’d complimented how pretty she was. He’d been gentle with her, taken his time, hadn’t wanted to rush it. She deserved better than the rushed desperation coursing through his veins, but he couldn’t help himself.
Sam was kissing her again once she was close enough. A hand slid up her back, soft skin beneath his palm, before he gripped her shirt and panted out, “can I take this off?”
Only when she nodded did he grip the hem and lift it up and over her head, dropping it on the floor with the rest of their clothes.
He allowed himself one moment to stare and take her in; chest rising and falling heavily, hardened nipples, soft thighs slotted over his like they belonged, her lips kiss-bitten and wet with their spit. Sam wasn’t entirely sure which part was the most devastating.
“God-” he choked, fingers curling around her hipbones again. “Look at you.”
Her chin tucked towards her chest all bashfully, and for a moment the flicker of guilt touched him. She deserved better than this.
But then her fingers wrapped around his cock and through the white-hot pleasure any other thoughts were wiped from his mind.
A grunt escaped his throat and his eyes squeezed shut, his grip on her hips tightening. “Shit-”
She shifted on top of him, lifting up on her knees to line his cock up with her entrance, and even if the feeling of his tip kissing her folds was enough for his head to spin a little he still stopped her with a squeeze of her hips.
“Are you ready? I mean…” Sam wasn’t stupid. He knew he was big, bigger than most. When he’d been with Jess he’d learned exactly how many fingers he needed to stretch her out before she could comfortably take him. He needed to feel her more than anything but he didn’t want to hurt her.
“It’s okay,” she breathed, and leaned down to kiss him again. “I can take it.”
Her tongue pushed past his lips and he moaned into her mouth as she slowly sank down onto him.
Nothing he had ever felt compared to that moment.
Charged, sparking pleasure exploded in his gut, shooting through his veins making every nerve ending tingle. Fuck. This was the relief he’d been craving, the lust he hadn’t been able to sort out himself with his hand or how much he could imagine in his head.
Her pussy squeezed tightly around him as she sank down slowly and for a moment all he could do was pant into the skin of her neck as he held onto her, grunting into her throat the deeper she took him and the tighter she clenched around him. Once he was sheathed all the way inside of her his breath punched out of him heavily. Somehow he hadn’t blown his load right then.
“You feel-” he whined as she shifted, rubbing against her gummy walks and spending more sparks of pleasure through him, “so fucking good, that’s- yeah, that’s it.”
She shifted again and that time it was her who whined, her palms hot on his shoulders as they grabbed at the muscle there. “Sam,” she breathed his name against his ear. “You’re so deep.”
He had a feeling he’d be getting hard over that sentence for the rest of his life.
“Can I-” her voice was trembling, and when he glanced up at her she looked a fucking picture — eyes all blown out, lips parted and panting, expression pinched in pleasure. “Can I keep moving?”
He couldn’t find his voice so he just nodded, and at the first shift of her hips his eyes rolled back and he moaned.
Time seemed to blur. He found himself able to release the death grip on her hips and instead smoothed his palms over her back, as his head tipped forwards to lick and suck at her neck. He’d never felt anything like this, it was like being high. Each squeeze of her cunt around his cock stole the breath from his lungs, made the magic from the curse flare inside of him in a way that had his hairs standing on end and his cock throbbing where it was held deep inside of her.
Noises were pulled from him without any of his say so. Keening whined and gasps of her name whenever she shifted. Her fingers tangled in his hair at one point and pulled and he almost completely lost it then.
She didn’t seem to be in a different state to him, if he knew any better he’d have said she was cursed from the way she was clinging onto him, panting his name and squeezing his cock inside of her.
This completely blew his dream out of the water.
“Hah- I’m-” It took an embarrassingly short time to get there, but given the heat bubbling inside of him he really did need the release sooner rather than later. “Fuck honey m’gonna cum-”
Her breath was hot on his cheek as her temple pressed to his, hips rolling and cunt squeezing along with her whimpered, “please Sammy.”
Sam watched as her hand dipped between them to rub at her clit with each roll of her hips and with the next time his tip brushed against her cervix he was gone.
He was certain that the sound that left him then he had never made before. Almost animalistic, in any other situation he would’ve found himself embarrassed, but the way pleasure shot up his spine, through his veins, made him shudder and gasp into her throat as his orgasm literally whitened his vision, he wasn’t in control of anything he was doing. It literally took his breath away, made his ears ring, one moment he was holding the back of her neck and kissing at her throat and the next he had his forehead pressed to her shoulder as he heaved breaths against her chest.
She must’ve cum too, not that he’d been able to even realise in the moment, but she’d also slumped into him, arms draped over his shoulders as she melted into him.
For one long moment, it was the best he’d ever felt.
“Hey,” she eventually whispered, leaned back to meet his eyes with hers, all soft and caring. “How do you feel? Did it work?”
“I think so.” He murmured, still trying to catch his breath.
His hands were more gentle on her hips as he helped her move off of him, hissing through his teeth as his cock slipped out of her, though he rubbed her back once she was sat on the bed beside him.
There was a flare inside of his chest, and then it hit him. That time it was almost unbearable, left him breathless with the fire that rolled through him. His eyes squeezed shut and his fists curled up as he winced in pain.
It hadn’t worked.
“Sam?” Her hand burned against his back. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
He couldn’t help it, tears stung in his eyes then. “It didn’t fucking work.”
His breathing was sharp as he looked back up at her then, and the way her expression dropped made everything else sink in. What the fuck was the point of that? Sure, he’d wanted her for a long time, but not like that. She deserved to be taken care of, treated like an angel and kissed sweetly and loved on. Instead she’d had him like that — sweaty and gross and needy — and she’d had to do all the work. Let alone the fact it was all pointless anyways, he was still going to die.
“I thought you said Rowena said it’d work,” she breathed, voice so soft and scared. “What did she say to you? Maybe we did it wrong or something.”
Sam pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes hard, hands shaking. “She said I need to sate my desire.”
She frowned at him then. “That doesn’t mean sex, Sam.”
“Hm?”
“Your… desire, that doesn’t have to mean sex,” she turned to face him a little more. Their lack of clothes and post-orgasm exhaustion was momentarily ignored as her hand found his and squeezed. The heat made his fingers tingle. “It just means what you want the most. And I mean it obviously wasn’t sex with me,” her fingers squeezed his. “So what is it?”
His breath left him in a rush. “You.”
She blinked at him. “But it didn’t-”
“Not the sex,” his hand squeezed hers tightly. “You. You’re my best friend and I… I’m in love with you. I don’t even know when it happened but you’re all I can think about all the time.”
She was just staring at him with those wide eyes of hers, mouth opening and closing a few times before she could actually form a response. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” She eventually pressed, soft.
A bitter laugh left him then. “What would be the point? I care more about you than what I want. I was happy to just stay friends- I am happy to do that,” he pushed out a sharp breath and dragged his fingers through his hair. “But it doesn’t fucking matter anymore. Because it’s not going to happen and I’m going to die.”
“Sam,” her hand gripped his tightly and when he looked up at her face she was scowling. “You’re an idiot.”
Before he could even think of a response she’d leaned in and then her mouth was on his. The kiss was soft, more gentle than their lust fuelled kisses from before, the plus warmth of her lips against his making his gut curl tighter than when she’d been grinding on his cock.
Her forehead pressed to his as she pulled away and her whispered words hit his ears, “I love you too.”
Sam leaned back enough to look at her. “What?” He breathed. “I- don’t just say that because I want to hear it.”
“Sam,” her fingers were gentle as they cupped his face. “I love you.”
The fire disappeared with a tingling hiss like he’d been dunked in ice water. Each heated nerve ending and muscle was instantly soothed with a coolness that made him groan as she kissed him again. Soothing cold ran up the length of his spine, down his arms, into his fingertips as he cupped her face and kissed her, lovingly, his tongue sweeping over her lips and pressing into her mouth saying everything that in that moment he couldn’t.
“God,” he breathed, all shaky, fingers stroking through her hair. “You- how long?”
She giggled as she looked up at him, eyes all crinkled at the corners as she smiled. “A while,” her hand lifted and laid flat on his chest. “How do you feel?”
“Better,” he sighed, fingertips gentle on her skin. “I think it broke it. I think you… you’re incredible.”
Her smile was like the sun. “Ditto.”
Sam laughed, the lightest he’d felt all day, both of them smiling too much when he went to kiss her again and he ended up kissing her teeth. “Ditto? All of that just to get a ditto?”
She was giggling against his mouth as his hands smoothed over soft skin, fingers tracing down her spine as he leaned over her, cupping the backs of her thighs so he could manoeuvre her onto her back. Laid beneath him like that, her pretty eyes and her pretty mouth and all of her that loved him, the feeling pressing against his ribs was no longer a heat, a curse, it was something much more magical.
His head dipped to kiss along her throat as her thighs pressed against his hips, drawing him closer. “I love you,” he whispered into her skin, a promise. “I love you.”
She was still wet from before, her chest brushing against his with each needy pant she made, so it was like second nature for his hand to reach between them until he could press his cock up against her, dragging the tip through her wetness until he caught her entrance and sank in slowly, the grip of her cunt around him making him moan into her throat as his hand found hers, fingers lacing through hers and pressing it down onto the mattress.
“Sam,” she moaned as his hips rolled, his cock nudging that soft spongy spot on the inside of her walls that made her whine when he hit it right. “Oh- fuck that’s-”
His tongue soothed over bruises he was sucking into the skin of her neck as he fucked her into the mattress gently, hands carressing and worshiping her. She deserved better than him, he knew that, deep down he knew she deserved everything he couldn’t give her and more.
But she wanted him. She wanted him. How could he deny her?
He moaned against her ear as he started fucking her a little deeper. His hand slid down her side to cup the back of one of her thighs, bringing it up and over his hip to press further into her slick cunt with each thrust.
There was a haziness in the room, not caused by a veil of a dream or curse, but the kind of desire that made somebody’s head spin with it. The bed beneath them a bare, plain motel standard, wales just as plain, but his focus was solely on her beneath him.
This wasn’t a dream. It was real. He had her.
“Sam I’m-” her voice trembled with each gasp she let out. Her nails dug into his shoulders that sent delicious sparks of pain down his spine where they dug in. Her cunt was clenched tightly around him, he could tell she was close, the way her gummy walls fluttered around his cock each time he sank himself back inside of her. “Please.”
He would do anything for her if she begged him like that.
“You’re okay, honey,” he breathed into her throat with another kiss. The image of their last round briefly flashed in his mind, her fingertips pressed to her clit when she got close, and he removed his hand from her thigh to dip between them. They were both soaked with leftover cum from before and new aroused slick that collected at the base of his cock. His fingers dragged through the wetness briefly before the pads of his fingers pressed against her clit where he started rubbing small circles that made her clench tighter around him, a whine punching up and out of her throat that made his gut clench. Fuck. “That's it, good girl, just feel it.”
Her hands gripped tight to his shoulders and she whined right in his ear. He almost came right then. “I’m- Sam-”
She shuddered against him as she came and Christ. The feeling of her pussy pulsing around his cock in waves as her orgasm dragged a breathless moan out of her throat was too much for him to handle. He only managed two more thrusts before he followed her, groaning into her skin as he rutted twice more into her before finally stilling on top of her.
For a moment, time didn’t move.
His fingers stroked feather-light up and across her ribs as he dotted kisses against her neck and jaw, until he finally lifted his head to press a soft kiss to her mouth.
“Hi.” She whispered when he leaned back and he smiled, a sweet loving thing.
“Hi, you,” he murmured, stroking her ribs. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, all flushed as she stole another kiss, her fingers stroking his hair made him relax. A thought nagged at him that he was sweaty and gross and he sighed, expression shifting to something a little more serious.
“I’m sorry.”
She frowned at him. “For what? Sam that was… that was great.”
He shook his head. “You should’ve had something better. I’m… I’m gross and sweaty and it was so rushed and I should’ve taken my time with you and… I’m just sorry.”
Her hand lifted to cup his cheek. “Don’t say that,” she leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead and he just about melted. “We broke the curse. I just saved your life, mister, I think that’s pretty great to me.”
He was still frowning. “I know but-”
“Sam,” Her finger pressed to his lips. “It was good. I promise.”
She kissed him again, soft and slow and gentle, and time melted again.
Eventually they pulled away from each other, and since he hadn’t taken care of her in the moment, he made sure to completely care for her in the aftermath. He got a wet cloth from the bathroom and gently wiped her clean before himself, and kissed her forehead before he left again to run the shower for her so that the water would be nice and warm by the time she stepped in. There was a relaxing domesticity to the way they stepped around each other with gentle shared kisses and whispered comforts until she took up the shower first.
Once the room was full of the scent of her shampoo and the gentle pitter of the shower on the other side of the bathroom door he found his phone and thought it was best he told Rowena it had worked.
“Samuel,” she greeted in that delighted tone of hers she had whenever they spoke. “How's the heat?”
“The uh, the curse is broken. I’m fine now.”
He could picture her grin through the phone. “Marvellous. I knew you could do it. It hasn’t been that long since I left, dearie, she must’ve been quite eager to help.”
He ignored the heat that rose to his face. “Yeah, well… thanks for your help, Ro.”
“You’re welcome, pet. I got started on the cure just in case you didn’t have it in you so I’ll send it your way once I’m finished in case you happen to ever need it.”
Sam stilled. “You told me there wasn’t a cure.”
“Aye, I suppose I did. It’s a pretty simple potion, actually. I just thought this way would be a little more… beneficial for you and your love.”
“Rowena-”
“I’ve got to go now, Samuel, but I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
The line went dead and he lowered his phone, sitting with what she’d just told him for a moment, that there had been a cure, a simple one. But then his eyes trailed up to the closed bathroom door, the soft humming behind it reaching his ears, and he just laughed.
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