FAVOUR

jj’s arms were wrapped around you, holding you tight as he slept. the thickness of his limbs felt like vines reeling you in, holding you steady. your backside was flush to his bare chest, light snores seeping from his lips. your breathing was sound and light, nonsensical murmurs hung low in the air.

behind you, jj found himself entranced within his dream. not the best place for him to have a wet dream, but he couldn’t help himself. not when his nose was pressed into the back of your hair, inhaling the scent of you, practically intoxicating him.

slowly, maybe even a bit restrained, his hips rolled into you. it caused a low whine to leave his lips, his arms tightening around you ever so slightly. when you shifted back into him, he full on moaned, mouth falling agape.

he kept rutting into you, short and slow movements, letting his bulge grind against your ass amidst his slumber. huffs and whimpers seeped through his lips, eyes fluttering before snapping open. his hips abruptly stopped.

he looked down at where his erection met your ass and groaned. he was throbbing, silently begging to be touched. but he knew he couldn’t keep going, so he turned around.

✦ leon never directly asks, but you can tell what he wants from the glossy look in his eye. you always tease, holding him close enough to where your pulse is just by his face. he whines and squeezes his grip on you.

✦ “you want a drop, baby?” you’d tease. his eyes would stare up at you widely, please written on his face.

✦ when he’d bite into you, his eyes would roll back in bliss. human blood always tasted somewhat the same to him, but yours was different, especially when aroused.

✦ he’d get lost in the taste of you, primal needs fluttering through. sometimes his hips would buck into your thigh, the materials of your clothing giving him oh-so delicious friction.

✦ he’d whine against your neck, his breath in huffs. when he stopped feeding from you, he used his tongue to lick any blood that leaked. between flicks of his tongue and open-mouthed kisses, he let out low moans.

✦ your head would feel woozy after all the blood loss, so you ended up laying on your back with leon on top of you. his bulge pressed against your core, silently throbbing in his jeans, before he started to grind against you.

✦ his movements were gentle but desperate, the blood making him practically feral. when he leaned down to catch you in a kiss, his fangs accidentally nicked you, to which he gladly swallowed down.

soldier boy loved to get you high. whether it was just weed or miscellaneous pills; they'd be shoved down your throat with a kiss.

at first, you were hesitant. you'd never done any sort of drugs before. he whispered in your ear about how much fun it'd be, that he'd take care of you, that he was right there. your body would heat at the thought of being so high you were his to control, but your gut told you that you were better than that. you were certainly taught it.

ever since you were young, your parents had constantly reminded you of the dangers and consequences of drugs. but there ben was, telling you they were wrong. "you'll feel so good, sweetheart. i promise." he'd whisper into your hair.

eventually, you gave in... and absolutely loved it. it went from you squirming on the edge of your bed filled with nerves as he lit a spliff to you going out to buy more.

so there you were, eyes dazed and brain fuzzy in his bed. he passed you the joint and watched you take a pull. "that's it, doll." his deep and gruff voice went straight through your eyes, all the way down to your core. each touch of his skin against yours felt like pure fire, a push in your growing arousal.

your lips met his in a lazy kiss, tongues overlapping and teeth clashing. his facial hair scratched along your skin, his lips parted and slick. you shifted to straddle his lap, to which he hummed. pulling away, he brought the stick to your lips, watching as you inhaled and exhaled the smoke, before putting it out.

his hands found their way onto your hips, gripping them. your arms wrapped around his neck before pulling him in another kiss. slowly, you began to shift up and down his crotch. he groaned into your lips, hips raising to meet your movements.

your head spun with arousal and intoxication, the weed making every feather of touch feel like straight ecstasy. his hands squeezed and kneaded your skin before trailing up to your breasts. your eyes fluttered in delight, heat pooling through you.

"just like that, sweetheart," he mumbled, urging you to grind on him faster. you complied, his bulge hitting at just the right spot. your head tipped back in a moan, his name a prayer on your lips.

"good girl. feels nice, huh?" he gave a swipe along your nipple, the bud hardening in return.

you nodded feverishly, movements becoming increasingly sloppy. desperate. it wasn't long before you felt your climax deep in your gut. your legs twitched as your arms instinctively wrapped tighter around ben's shoulders. "m'gonna-oh, god."

he helped you ride it out, even pressing his thumb on your clothed clit for more stimulation. "there you go, doll. come for me," he whispered. you whimpered between heavy breaths as you finally came undone.

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.

young!dean who loves to mark you in his seed

“just lie still, please,” he murmured. he moaned as he reached his peak, his head falling to his shoulder. your legs were wrapped around his waist, holding him close as you watched him jerk himself quickly. “oh, fuck, i’m cumming—“ he groaned, letting himself spill all over your abdomen. after being spent, he grinned, “look at that. so pretty in white.”

young!dean who loves to roleplay

his hands held yours behind you as he pressed up against you. you felt his erection against your ass, sending pulses straight to your core. “you’re under arrest, ma’am. you have the right to remain silent,” he bit his lip, letting himself grind against you. “although i don’t think you’ll be able to.”

young!dean who is into gunplay

he let the cold pistol run along your inner thigh, just missing your core. you whimpered at the sensation, pleading for him to just touch you already. “patience, baby,” he said. then he dragged the gun along your slit with light pressure. your head fell back at its bluntness. “that’s it. good, huh?”

young!dean who always wants to have a quickie

“we can’t,” you muttered, suppressing a giggle. he didn’t respond, instead just pecked kisses along your neck and collarbone. “nobody comes here,” he smirked. he let himself rut against you, jeans against jeans. the janitors closet was dusty, small, and even a bit dark. but you still saw the spark in his eyes. “c’mon, baby, don’t be a wuss.”

young!dean who loves to be bitten

your jaw closes around his shoulder, causing a groan to leave his lips. his hips stutter briefly before he continues thrusting into you. “again. bite me again. harder, though,” he grinned boyishly. and when you did, he moaned against your skin. “again.”

young!dean who watches porn everyday

the mewls and moans from the screen made his head fall back. he watched the screen, and tried to match their pace, but ended up going much faster. he fisted his cock in a rather quickened pace, even letting his hips buck to meet his fist.