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impala-dreamer · 5 years

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Rock, Paper, Scissors

SPN FanFic

~Dean and Sam play a little game to see who gets you where, but are there really any losers?~

Dean x Reader x Sam (No Wincest)

2,090 Words

Warnings: NSFW. All Smut. Slight D/s implications, nicknames, etc. Spit Roast. Oral, Fingering, Penetration, All the Sex things. Also fluff and some silly broments.

A/N: This was written drunkenly for The Porn Wars for @covered-byroses, but it went slightly over the standard 500 word limit... just slightly. but it’s worth it. lol

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It was a strange feeling having them both tower over you, staring down upon you as if you were simply a play thing, an object to be enjoyed. Their eyes mapped your body as you knelt at the foot of the bed, your bare knees denting the memory foam of Dean’s mattress with delicate cups.

“Dessert.” That’s what Dean had asked for. He wanted dessert tonight, and you were the only thing on the menu. He’d dressed you up, nice and pretty, laying out a pink teddy with lacy cups for you. It was sheer and the room was cool, giving him and Sam a perfect view of your hard nipples through the fabric. You were bare beneath it, not a scrap of lace blocking your already slick pussy, and just for fun, you did you hair up in little pigtails; something you knew Dean in particular enjoyed.

"Will you look at our girl, Sammy?” he said, running a firm hand down his smooth chest, giving his own nipples a brush with calloused fingertips. He shivered and licked his lip as jade eyes traveled down between your parted legs. “All wet and ready for us."

"She's perfect," Sam agreed, fisting his massive cock; pink bottom lip pulled tight between his teeth.

Dean growled under his breath and tipped his head to the side, taking in a new angle. "Mmm. Looks delicious. So,” he said, taking on a professional air. “...which end you want?"

Sam smirked and pushed his bottom lip out with a sigh. "Play ya for it?"

“Awesome.” Dean agreed with a nod and pivoted towards his brother, bringing his fist up to lay flat against his palm. Before the game began, he looked back over his shoulder at you. “Play with that pussy while we decide, Princess. Want you ready to go when we are.”

A blissful sigh passed your lips as you spread your knees and stuffed two fingers into your cunt, your belly tightening at the sensation. It didn’t take much to get you going lately, especially when both Winchesters were exposed before your eyes. And the fact that they were gambling over who got your pussy and who got your mouth- you could hear how wet you were. Your hand sloshed in and out a few times before rising up to circle your clit. Jolts of excitement flowed through you as you squeezed and rubbed at the swollen nub; eyes locked to their swaying cocks as the boys played their game.

Two large fists slammed into flat palms, and Dean grimaced as Sam’s rock crushed his scissors.

“Damnit,” he mumbled, readying his fist again.

“Always with the scissors, Dean.” Sam tisked, raising his hand in preparation.

“Yeah, well I’m not gonna pick scissors this time.”

Sam scoffed. “Sure.”

“I’m not,” Dean insisted.

You moaned loudly as a drop of arousal slid down your thigh, making your shiver. “Please…”

“Be right with you, Little One,” Sam assured you with a smile.

Dean cleared his throat and counted down. “Two… One… Shit.”

“I knew you’d go scissors again,” Sam laughed.

“Why are we even doing this?” Dean snapped with a roll of his eyes.

“You wanted to,” Sam shrugged, “but it’s over anyway. I won.”

Before Dean could protest, Sam all but pushed him aside, reaching you in two long steps. He stood in front of you and looked down, hazel eyes growing wide and dark as he looked you over.

“Hi,” he whispered, running two tender fingers across your temple and down to cup your ear, urging your chin up to him.

You felt the heat rush to meet his fingers, your skin flushing with arousal. “Hi.” You smiled and squeezed your elbows together, shrinking down in size. Sam was so big, he always made you feel like a tiny doll in his hands, and tonight was no different.

“So,” he said softly, leaving your ear to run his fingers through your hair, tugging gently on one pigtail. “Where would you like me tonight?”

Your eyes flew open wide with excitement at such a choice and you gaped up at him, unsure. “I-I don’t know, Sir.” You flashed a look at Dean who stared at you with narrowed eyes, his tongue between his teeth as he leisurely stroked his thick erection.

“Come on, Little One,” Sam cooed calling back your attention. “Tell me what you want. Shall I enjoy this beautiful mouth?” His thumb plucked slowly at your lips, tracing the bottom and gently pushing inside. You closed your eyes as your mouth watered, tongue reaching out to pull the long digit inside, but Sam pulled away before your capture was complete. “Or should I wreck this sweet little cunt?” Without ceremony, Sam shoved his hand between your legs, knocking your hand away as he covered your cunt with his long hand, pushing the heel of his palm firmly against your clit. You gasped and felt your thighs close around his hand as he turned his hand in a torturously slow circle.

“P-please…” You shuddered against his hand, eyes foggy as you looked up, begging.

“Tell me.”

“I-want… fuck my pussy please, Sir. Please.”

Sam smirked and slid his middle finger inside you, teasing the tip in and out quickly. “Good choice.”

As he sank in a little deeper, you fell backwards on your heels, arms dropping behind you for balance. Sam added a second finger and pumped his hand nice and slow, watching as your hips rose to greet each thrust.

“Look at that, Dean,” he said proudly, “such a perfect little slut for us.”

“She is pretty perfect,” Dean chimned in as he stepped closer, his cock glistening with precum. “Absolutely perfect.”

Sam let out a wolflike growl and withdrew his hand, moving to put his knee on the bed next to you. “I’m gonna enjoy this,” he said, crawling onto the bed to lay down behind you.

Your attention turned to Dean as he took Sam’s spot, smiling down at you as Sam settled into place. “You OK, Princess?”

“Of course,” you replied with a smile, body aching for him, for Sam, for whatever was to come.

Dean reached out with a warm hand to cup your breast, teasing at the lace with the tip of his thumb until it curled downwards. “So… beautiful, Y/N,” he sighed, taking your nipple between two fingers and pinching softly. The touch made your pussy clench and you whimpered pathetically.

“Dean…”

He smiled and bent down to kiss you, licking into your mouth with a whiskey flavored tongue, and the world went dark as your eyes closed for him. You melted against him, blood zinging with electricity as he grabbed your tits while sucking the air from your lungs.

You teetered forward as he pulled away, chasing his kiss with your tingling lips. He laughed and pecked you once more before backing away.

Sam cleared his throat behind you, propped up on the pillows and pumping his cock with a lazy hand. “Come here, Little One.”

Without hesitation, you crawled to Sam, turning your back on Dean but only for a moment. You felt the bed shift as he joined you, the memory foam perfectly cradling each of your bodies.

Sam accepted your kisses with open arms, holding you close while you tasted his mouth, his scruffy jaw, the salt on his neck. When his breath began to deepen, he halted your affections with a firm hand on the back of your neck.

“Give me that ass,” he panted, reached around you with a long arm to grab at your backside.

Biting your lip, you turned around for him, up on all fours, knees gently spread. Sam sat up took a taste, digging his teeth into the plump globe of your ass, making you moan with the shocked pleasure of the nip. He pulled back and ran his fingers through your slit, smirking as you rocked back, begging for more.

“Why don’t you go for a ride?” he suggested with a firm tap on your ass.

“May I?” you asked out of habit, your mind fuzzy with desire.

Sam smiled and gripped the base of his cock as you looked on with wild eyes. “Go on.”

He slid right in, your cunt stretching perfectly around him, ass meeting his waiting hands as he guided you down. Your mouth dropped in a voiceless whisper as the fullness pushed through you.

“Fuck…” you moaned once he was fully inside, and Dean scooted into position in between Sam’s legs.

“Keep that mouth open, Princess,” he ordered, fisting his thick cock, spreading the wetness down over the ruddy head.

You dropped down onto your hands and your jaw went slack, vision blurring as Sam lifted his hips. “Please!”

Dean cut off your cry, dragging the tip of his cock across your lips. “Fuck, I love this mouth.”

There was nothing more perfect that being caught between them, two gorgeous men; thick, strong bodies pressed against you, their beautiful cocks ramming into you. Your mind went blank as your body took over, pussy clenching, mouth sucking. You were nothing but holes for their pleasure, and you couldn’t have been more happy.

Dean wrapped his hands tight around your pigtails, holding you still as he pistoned into your mouth, fucking you with a quickness that you couldn’t follow. He was heavy and salty on your tongue, and you gagged each time he hit the back of your throat with his enthusiastic thrusts.

Sam was hitting every spot inside, his massive length drawing the orgasm from you in a rush of pleasure; your juices flooding his cock and everything beneath.

You cried out as you came, and Dean pressed on the back of your head, holding himself inside, making you shake even more. You swallowed around him and he lost it, spurting hot cum down your throat as he jerked into your mouth with quick jabs. When he couldn’t take the pressure any longer, Dean pulled away, a string of saliva and semen hanging between your lips and his falling erection.

Dean patted your cheek in thanks and slipped away, laying down across the foot of the bed to watch you bounce on his brother’s cock.

“This is a good view,” he said, eyes zoned in on your jiggling tits beneath the lace. “Very nice.”

“I’m...glad… you… like… it!” you cried, words broken by Sam’s hips ramming at your gate. “Oh my god!”

His hands fit on your hips and Sam pulled you back, forcing you to grind down on him. “You gonna cum again for me?” he hissed, teeth clenched and lips twitching.

“I-I-yes, Sir!”

Two long finger snaked around your hips to push against your clit, and you screamed as Sam rubbed furious and tight circles.

“Fuck!”

Another wave passed through you and out, drenching him again as you came, this time pulling him along with you. You could feel his thighs stiffen beneath you, heard his blasphemous cry. His fingers dug into your flesh as he held you in place, pumping into you a few final times before going limp at your sides.

“Damn.” He was out of breath and immobile, stuck against the pillows. “Wow.”

Your thighs ached as you climbed off of him and dropped down, pulled to the side by Dean who wrapped a giant arm around your middle and dragged you to him. He curled himself around you and dropped kisses to your neck as he moulded against your back.

“Feeling good?” he whispered.

All you could do was nod and hum a bit as a yawn overtook you, your hunger sated, your mind relaxed and calm.

“Good.” He squeezed you tight and you sighed in his arms.

Sam popped his head up and scooted to one side of the bed, tapping the space next to him. “Come on up here. I wanna go to sleep,” he urged, fluffing the pillow behind his head.

Dean let you go, but followed, both of you dropping down on the proper side of the bed.

“OK, but who’s spooning who?” Dean asked suddenly, popping up on one arm to eye his brother.

Sam shrugged.

“Play you for it?” Dean suggested with a smile, already closing a fist.

Sam rolled his eyes and reached for you, pulling you close against his warm chest. “Why don’t we just assume you did scissors twice and I won, OK?”

Dean sighed but pulled up the blanket, draping it carefully over the three of you. “Yeah, yeah...I know. Always with the scissors.”

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impala-dreamer · 5 years

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Tighter, Harder, Faster

~You and Sam enjoy some... not so quiet time alone. ~

Sam x Reader

922 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Some biting. Titty Fucking. Teeny bit of Dom!Sam. Squirting. Dirty. Fluffy finish.

A/N: This is another strike for Porn Wars with @covered-byroses. Hope ya like it!

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"Tighter.”

Sam growled as you pushed your tits closer still; the soft flesh crushing together to create a perfect, warm tunnel for his huge cock.

“Oh, god…” Hazel eyes rolled back as he thrust between your breasts, muscular thighs rocking over you. “So hot, Y/N.”

You smiled up at him, hair in a messy halo behind your head, bottom lip tucked firmly between your teeth. “You like that?”

“So much,” he gasped, picking up his pace, thick cock throbbing against your chest.

You hummed in response, watching as his face twisted with pleasure. “Mmm. Love it when you fuck my titties, Sam,” you cooed in a small voice, making him moan loudly, his stomach visibly tightening.

Eyes glued to his face, you dipped your chin and opened your mouth, sticking out your wet tongue to catch a taste. When his swollen head slid across your tongue, Sam let out a breath of shock that sent a jolt straight to your cunt.

“Oh...fuck!”

Again and again, Sam lunged over you, pressing through the cave and into your waiting lips. His cock glistened with your spit, strings of saliva carried back and forth, falling down onto your naked chest.

You hummed with each pass, and he left with a wet pop. Coupled with his grunts and panting breaths, you were soaked, your own wetness sliding down into the crack of your ass.

“Fuck, Sam,” you begged as your pussy grabbed at nothing, feeling emptier than ever before. “Please. Please fuck me. God, I need you so bad, Sam.”

He looked down with a tight smirk. “Yeah?” His chest was heaving, sweat beading on his face and shoulders as he worked. “Want me to wreck that pussy now?”

Your eyes went wide as Sam pushed even further, sliding deeper into your mouth than you thought possible, his balls smashing against the underside of your tits. You mumbled around him as best you could, your mouth full of his dick and the tang of his precum.

“Yes!”

He flipped you over like it was nothing, giant hands finding your hips and guiding you onto your knees. Your face fell to the mattress but soon lifted as Sam sunk his cock deep into your hungry cunt.

“God, fuck, Sam!” He felt so good finally back where he belonged, filling you up so perfectly, so fully that you could almost feel him in your gut.

He rolled his hips gently side to side, easing you open until you couldn't stand it anymore and pushed back on him. “Please!”

“Alright, baby,” he soothed with a faint laugh and then snapped his hips, ramming his hard body against you.

“Harder!”

You gripped the edge of the mattress as he fucked you, pushing and pulling at your hips to meet his every thrust. His long finger dug into your flesh as his grasp tightened and you could feel the suction as your cunt held onto him.

“You're so fucking wet, Y/N,” he grunted, knees beginning to ache as he slammed into you. “Can you hear it?”

Your voice was lost against the sheets, but Sam gave your ass a firm slap and you yelped in reply. “Yes! Fuck!”

With a grin, he slapped you again, loving how it made your pussy grip him tighter. “Oh, you're gonna make me cum, baby girl. Fuck.”

Another crack to your ass and you fell down onto your elbows, lifting your backside higher for him.

“Faster, Sam! Now!”

Sam headed your decree and left your ass for another night, reaching his long arm around your middle and holding you tight. “You gonna cum with me?”

“Please.”

His fingers brushed against your clit, sending sparks through your system. “Well?” he sneered, pulsing his touch against your sensitive flesh. “Are you?”

“Please!”

His pace halted as Sam leaned down to scrape his teeth against your shoulder blade. “Tell me!”

“Yes! I’m gonna cum! Please, Sam!”

He pushed up again, sliding a hand through your hair and grabbing the delicate strands at the nape of your neck. “Please...what?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as your body shook around him, the pleasured pain flooding across your scalp and down your spine. “Please cum with me, Sam!”

It didn’t take much more, just a few quick taps against your clit and your body convulsed around him, milking his orgasm for everything he had. His pace slowed steadily as he came, his cum mixing with yours to spill down your thighs and puddle at his knees.

Sam slid his hand up your back again, his lips following as he bent over to drop sweet kisses along the way. When he reached the top, he pecked your cheek and then collapsed into a tight roll, falling away to find his pillow.

“That was hot as fuck,” you said, mind still quite mushy and your cunt still throbbing. You wobbled over to him and fell down, lopsidedly landing between his arm and your pillow.

“Was pretty hot,” he agreed with a happy sigh. “Thank you.”

“Thank you?” you questioned with a laugh, rolling over to look at him. His cheeks were beet red, his lips dented with the ghosts of his front teeth. He looked a mess, but a perfect, sexy, sweaty mess. Your mess.

“Yeah,” he blushed. “Thank you.” His fingers curled around your shoulder to pull you close, and Sam placed a kiss where it belonged, on the tip of your nose.

“You’re cute,” you laughed, swiping away the wetness he’d left behind.

“Love you too, Y/N.”

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