── PRIZE TO WIN
summary: highest donator gets a video call with a hottie? sign sam up!
tags/cw: 18+ MDNI . camgirl!reader . masturbation (m & f) . shy sub!sam . video call sex??? . sex toys . nipple play . oral with a dildo (?) . praise . guided masturbation . he mayhaps splurges on a camgirl #smart spending
notes: ending was rushed i’m sorry! this has deadass been sitting in my drafts for 2 weeks ;; sam is so babygirl you don’t understand ;; missing his bangs sm /// divider creds cursed-carmine & pixopix
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the low hum of the motel mini fridge filled sam’s head as he battled boredom. after accomplishing yet another mission, the two brothers had decided to lay low for a bit. of course, the first thing dean did was hit up the local bar, where he most likely picked up a girl and was busy with her for the time being.
sam, however, didn’t have the same effortless charm and bravery his brother had, so he stayed back. at first it was alright; he’d just done research about a local murder to pass time, but there was only so much he could study on before it became repetitive.
so, he simply scavenged the internet for something to occupy his mind. it started with stupid videos, something that’d just pull a huff out of him. then he binged part of a show dean had recommended, to which he made mental note to never listen to his brother again. but then, his attention was caught and he stiffened.
it was a preview for a live stream on a website that held a stupid name. and in a little square he saw you with your legs wide and toes curled. his breath hitched before he hesitantly pressed onto the box.
immediately, he saw all of you bare. your core was in front of the screen, wet and dripping. you used a pink vibrator against your clit as you moaned in the background.
sam’s face flushed as heat pooled through him. a dime of shame dropped in his stomach, but he watched nonetheless. he felt himself grow in his sweatpants, your whines only egging him on.
it’d been too long since he’d been active. he never gets a lick of privacy with dean around, and is always too focussed with their work to pick up a babe. that and, well, he wasn’t as smooth as dean.
you moaned against the vibrator, “fuck! you guys like that, don’t you?” you giggled and sam felt his stomach twist. “like watching me behind your screens like little perverts, hm?”
sam felt a pinch of embarrassment before arousal took over. he bit his lip in anticipation of what you were to do next. he saw the chat box of the stream flood with donations and messages.
mommysgoodboy7103: sent $5 you can use my dick whenever you want
cherrycoke19372: sent $20 give me a chance please
69stormtrooper: how much for a personal vid?
you chuckled behind the screen, moving so only your upper half was shown. your breasts were hidden behind a lace bralette, though your nipples poked through. sam swore his mouth watered. you hummed, “personal vid, huh? i hadn’t thought about that.” you bit your bottom lip. “let’s make it a competition instead. highest donator gets to face-time me,” you winked.
you were smart, sam thought. you’d probably max out your earnings from this stream alone. he scoffed at the instant blaze of donations that flooded the screen. he watched your grin widen in accomplishment.
you were beautiful. of course, sam had seen his fair share of women, especially having been across practically the whole country. but you were different; you had this look in your eye he had never come across. he felt small when you looked up at the camera. like he was bound to fall on his knees. it intoxicated him.
so, after hesitating, sam found himself donating to you. it wasn’t that big of a deal. it wasn’t really his money, anyway. he had multiple stolen cards on backup in case he maxed one out. he was going to win your stupidly smart competition.
it started small, $50. then $100. when he sent $300 you moaned his name. his breath hitched.
you thrusted a dildo in and out of you quickly, lightly whining against it. sam couldn’t help but send another donation.
samwins: sent $500
your core was sopping, soaking up your sheets. your eyes rolled back in bliss before coming down. you shifted once again so your chest and lower face were on screen. slowly, you brought the dildo to your lips, giving it a tantalizing lick.
sam’s hand instantly went to palm himself through his pants. his cock was painfully hard, leaking enough to leave a stain. he groaned as he watched you take the piece of silicone between your lips and down your throat. he almost felt it, your hot mouth taking him in. he squeezed himself, working himself up further. he didn’t want to be spent before having his personal prize.
“looks like we got a lead,” you licked your lips, placing the toy off camera. your hands cupped your breasts, kneading them softly. “seems like you’re gonna be mine tonight, mystery man,” you winked and it seemed to be directly at him.
after a bit more of your show, you finally ended the stream. sam’s gut was twisted with anticipation, his painfully solid cock the only thing keeping him grounded. his head spun with how this would unfold, but was interrupted by the sound of a call incoming. he pulled in a sharp breath before accepting.
you were dressed in a lace tank and skimpy shorts, kneeling on your bed. “hey, baby,” you grinned. “wanna turn on your cam so i can see you? if you wanna, course.”
sam didn’t reply, much too nervous, but moved to the wobbly motel desk. he placed his laptop there and aimed the camera to be just below his jaw. then he turned it on, and your eyes widened just a smidge.
he was young, you could tell. and wide. his shoulders looked to be built by years of hard work beneath his shirt. you giggled and sam felt a twinge of embarrassment. you could tell how nervous he was just by the flush on his neck and the twitch in his arms. arms that were just—wow. thick with veins, they made you wonder if something else held a similar description.
“it’s okay,” you reassured. “first time, huh?” you shifted to sit on your knees. it looked like you were on the floor, a fluffy rug beneath you. “got any limits?”
sam’s throat felt dry. “n-no,” he replied. “we can do—uh, whatever you want.” he didn’t want to say it directly, how badly he wanted to be taken control of. typing in a chat box full of random people while you spoke to a greater general was easier than this—having your attention fully on him. he hoped you’d take the hint, that you’d make the decision for him. his erection was still hard, still leaking, still begging to be dealt with.
you hummed, licking your lips. “whatever i want, huh? okay, then. take off your shirt.” it was a simple demand, but it made sam’s head spin.
he obliged, now sitting half naked. you drank in the sight of him. your eyes traced the outline of his pecs, all the way down the creases of his v-line. you bit your lip, “good boy.” you returned the action, pulling off your top.
sam had already seen you bare, but now as he watched the slight bounce of your breasts, his mouth almost watered. it’d felt intimate, private. you squeezed and kneaded yourself with a certain look in your eye. “you’re so…” his voice croaked quietly.
“you nice and hard for me, baby?” you voice cut in teasingly. sam practically whined before nodding, letting his legs spread so you could see the tent in his pants. your brows quirked up, “well, don’t keep me waiting. i wanna see you.”
slowly, sam pulled both his pants and underwear down. his cock, flushed and leaking, slapped against his thigh. your mouth watered at the sight. he was huge and quite pretty. instinctively, his hand went to wrap around himself, to which he twitched at the contact.
he just sat there amongst his nerves awaiting your next words. instead, you lowered your camera to where he saw your bare core. the sight itself made him squeeze his aching dick.
you let your hand snake lower to circle your clit before letting out a moan. “i’m so wet for you, sam.”
it was like his gut was punched out. a whimper left his throat at your words, head dizzy, and eyes low. his name sounded so good out your mouth, he couldn’t wait until you gave him instructions.
he began fisting his cock, gathering the pre that’d leaked down before bringing it back up to smother around his tip. whines left his lips as he fucked himself, his eyes straining to stay on his screen.
your words only fuelled him on, especially as you’d call him “such a good boy,” in that seductively mocking tone. you rubbed your clit with flicks to your nipples, allowing sam’s name to slip out amongst moans. the sight and sound of him filled your imagination, and you couldn’t help but wish he was right by you to ruin.
“you’d fill me so full, wouldn’t you, baby?” you teased, to which he just nodded frantically. “y-yeah—fuck! i need it. i need it s-so bad—“
his hips started to buck up into his fist, eyes slightly crossing at the feeling. “nngh—god … please,” his voice almost sounded like sobs as he begged. “s’too much! m’gon—i’m gonna cum. oh, god, please.”
you felt yourself getting close aswell, legs twitching and eyes rolling. “i want you to go slow, okay? can you do that for me, baby?” sam whined, thighs tensing before he relented, slowing his pace. he squeezed himself firm going up and down his length, making sure to apply pressure on his tip. the feeling made his eyes roll back and his jaw slack in a moan.
“good boy,” you praised. feeling your orgasm close, your back arched and moans got louder. “i’m coming! oh, fuck, sammy—“
sam felt his balls tighten at the sound of his nickname coming out of your mouth, and immediately spilled. his head tipped back as he jerked out his orgasm. deep moans quickly turned into whimpers while his seed shot onto himself.
after coming down, you giggled into the camera. “can i see you?” you asked hesitantly. sam huffed before tilting his camera to his face, to which your eyes widened. “wow! aren’t you just the prettiest thing.” your words flushed a warmth to his cheeks, before stuttering out, “thank you.”
